(A/N) Hey guys. Been a while eh… Well sorry for the wait but like I said, ive been busy. I'll try to get chapters up quicker but for now, just enjoy the story.

Rick eased his foot off the accelerator as he turned into a smaller, street. He glided over the rough roadwork of a deserted alley. He made a couple more turns and parked his car just out side a small café. The café was closed of course, seeing it was 10:30 at night and it was pitch black. He grabbed the briefcase out of the back and pressed a button and his roofless convertible became a coupe sports car. He hopped out of his Merc and walked onto the pavement. He looked at his surroundings, taking everything in with his photographic memory. He walked along the pavement and into a small deserted ally. The ally wreaked of rotten garbage. He continued cautiously along until he reached a junction. From where he stood, he noticed four points of exit. Incase anything went wrong, he needed a quick get away. The ally continued straight ahead, another wider alley intersected the narrow one, giving him another two exits, and then of course, there was the way he came from. Rick waited around for about five minutes when he heard the noise of a car stopping straight ahead of him. Two doors opened, and two doors shut. Footsteps could now be heard coming his way. Just then he heard another car stop on his left. One door opened and then shut again.

"Hey Rick." Cena called out, walking straight towards him. Cena was lugging a fairly large sized suitcase behind him.

"Cena." He acknowledged. "I see you have brought Eddie along with you."

"Never go anywhere without him." Cena replied slapping his friend on the back.

"Would that include your bed?"

"Hey, drop the wise ass act okay? I'm here strictly for business. Just like I was last week when I kicked your ass all over the Bronx and back." Cena shot back.

Rick cringed at the remark, feeling the small cut over his eye, courtesy of Cena.

"So where is your boy Michaels? Or is he a no show?" Cena asked.

"No. He'll be here. In fact I think he should be coming very soon."

Then as if on cue, Michaels walked into the middle of the junction. He stopped, shot a glance at Cena, then walked over next to Rick."

"So… we are all here now, let's get down to business." Cena said.

"Show me yours and I'll show you mine." Rick replied.

"Fine have it your way." Cena lay his suitcase on it's side. He bent down, unzipped the suitcase and lifted the cover. Rick stood there looking at what must have been three kilos of ecstasy pills. Cena looked up at Rick.

"Ok, now you."

Rick held his briefcase up in two hands. He unlocked the combination lock that was integrated into the briefcase and lifted the lid. Inside the briefcase was 25 thousand dollars in mostly 100 dollar bills. All sequential.

"Alright here is how it's going to work. You give your briefcase to Michaels who will walk over here and hand it to me. I'll give my suitcase to Eddie and he will bring it over to you. You check the pills, I'll check the money. We all leave happy customers. Agreed?" Cena proposed his idea to Rick.

"Sounds fair." Rick replied. He handed his briefcase to Shawn. Shawn then made his way over to Cena as Eddie walked over to Rick with the suitcase. Cena took the briefcase from Shawn and started ruffling through the money, counting the piles of hundreds. Rick bent down. He pulled out a switch blade from inside his sock and cut open a bag of ecstasy. He took a pill and scraped some of it off onto his finger with his knife. He tasted the powder to check its authenticity. It tasted right to him. Rick then stood up.

"Drop the knife esse." Rick heard from his left. He turned his head slowly to see a long cylinder staring at him. Eddie pointed silenced glock pistol at him.

"I said drop it right now or you'll have a hole in your face." Eddie said.

Rick did as he was told. He then raised his hands above his head. He turned and looked at Shawn. He stood there staring at what was going down with a look of confusion on his face.

"Now no smart moves Rick and you won't get hurt. I'm going to walk over to you pick up my briefcase. You are going to walk over to the wall over there and place your hands on the wall. Eddie is going to search you for any guns. Once all that is done, we are going to walk out of here, and you can go on living your life as normal. Now go." Cena said, laying down the rules.

Rick made his way to the wall on his left and put his hands on the wall. He felt the cylindrical silencer on the back of his skull. With the other free hand, Eddie began to feel for any weapons. When he had finish patting him down, Eddie turned around to call out to his friend. The split second was all Rick needed as he whipped around, connecting his elbow, hard into Eddie's jaw. With Eddie doubled over in pain, Rick grabbed his wrist and with one sharp twist, broke it. The gun clattered to the floor as Rick picked it up swiftly and aimed it at Cena. Eddie was on the ground, clutching at his broken wrist. Rick backed away from Eddie and walked over to Michaels.

"Okay now here is how it is really going to go down. You drag your ass out of here along with you buddy over there without the drugs or the dough, and we will all go back to living our normal lives again." Rick said to Cena.

"Sorry, but I can't let that happen. Besides you are out numbered." Cena remarked.

"What do you mean…" Rick started, but he then realized that Michaels had backed away from him and now had a gun of his own pointed at his chest.

"What the hell is going on here Shawn?" Rick asked, trying to keep his cool.

"Sorry buddy, just a change of heart." Shawn said, the gun, also with a silencer steady in his hands.

"Mother fucker… and I thought I could trust you." Rick said, still with his gun on Cena.

"Hey, it's like you said. You can never be too careful."

"You slimy little grease ball bitch. Why don't you drop the weapon and fight me like a man you pussy. Or did Cena accidentally bite your nuts off while he was sucking them you fuck…" Two gunshots had interrupted Rick mid sentance. The gunshots, reduced to the sound of spits. One came from Michael's gun and had struck Rick in the shoulder. The other from Ricks gun, came half a second later and just missed Cena's head.

"AAAAHHHHHGGGGG!" Rick's scream pierced the quiet night. The gun fell from his hand. Shawn hurried over and kicked it out of reach.

"Oh god damn that was close. Good looking out dogg." Cena said to Shawn. "Okay pick up Eddie's gun and let's get the hell out of here.

"Well, well, well. After all those years of me having to look up to you, Look who is looking down on who now punk." Shawn said to Rick who was on the ground, holding his shoulder, trying to stop the blood which was pouring out.

"You little bitch. I should have known. I had seen that look of greed in your eyes once before. I shouldn't have dismissed it." Rick said.

"See, that is your problem Rick. You always try and see the good in people. And even when you do see evil, you think nothing of it. Well looks like it has come back to bite you." Shawn replied.

Cena had taken all the money out of the briefcase and put it in the luggage with the pills. He zipped up the suitcase and stood up.

"Cmon Shawn. Let's bounce before anyone comes."

"Well Rick, convince me why I shouldn't take your life right here and now." Shawn said.

"Go ahead, put one in my head right now. I don't give a shit. I'll be waiting for you in hell mother fucker." Rick said as he spat on Shawn's pants.

"You little cock sucker… YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!" Shawn yelled.

"Woah cool it bro. Cmon don't do anything stupid." Cena said trying to calm Shawn down. Just then, Rick grabbed Shawn's leg and bit hard through the pants. Shawn yelled in pain as he kicked him off. Shawn then kicked Rick in the ribs. Rick started to gasp for air as he fought for his life, the blood draining from his body by the gallons. Shawn then grabbed Rick's hair and put the gun on his forehead.

"Fine, have it your way. I'll see you in hell."

Shawn pulled the trigger.