Huey heard a knock at his door. He had been watching TV in his living room, eating breakfast, when he'd heard it, and he knew exactly who it was. He strode over to his door and opened it.

Riley slouched on the doorframe, his eyes heavy and dark. He wore a pair of black sweatpants and a black jacket with grey shoes. He had his hands stuffed into his jacket's pockets, and he was leaning on one leg. Overall, he looked tired, "What's wrong with you?" Huey asked.

Riley shrugged, "Nothing, I just couldn't sleep." he murmured. It was as if nothing had happened the night previous, like there wasn't a huge elephant in the room. Huey arched a brow, but he didn't say anything else. He let Riley in, and shut the door behind him.

He and Riley needed to talk about what Nicolas and Nicolette had said to them. It wasn't like they could back out now, but they needed to at least have a conversation over it.

Riley slumped onto Huey's couch, kicking off his shoes, "Man, don't you ever buy new things?" he asked lamely, gesturing to Huey's lack of decorations in his home. Huey shook his head as he sat down across from Riley, "Riley, I know you didn't come here to talk to me about decorations."

Riley shifted around uncomfortably, "So you do wanna talk about what they said, huh? Seemed like you were fine talkin' for both of us last night."

Huey rolled his eyes as he sighed, "I had to, you wouldn't have said anything good to get them off our backs."

"Okay, but you still could've let me say something!" Riley sat up, glaring at his brother, "Instead, you let that bitch and her bitch ass brother walk all over us and get us to agree to go back to Woodcrest! What's Granddad gonna say when we tell him we're paying a little visit to the one place we're not supposed to go?"

Huey pinched his brow together, rubbing his forehead with a hand, "I know, I know."

They were silent for a moment, "Y'know, she's right." Riley said, a sickening feeling in his stomach, "We really don't have a plan for anything. We never did. You never did."

"You never came up with any bright ideas yourself." Huey muttered.

"Because that wasn't my job!" Riley shot back, sitting up, "It wasn't my fault we had to skip town, Mr. Huey I-can't-mind-my-fuckin'-business Freeman! It was your dumbass that got us-,"

A knock at the door interrupted him. They both immediately stood up together, eyeing Huey's front door before glancing at each other, "Did you invite someone here?" Huey asked.

"Man, who the fuck would I invite to your ugly ass apartment?" Riley countered, "I know you don't got friends here-,"

Another loud knock interrupted Riley once again, and he groaned, but was silenced by Huey. Huey gestured for Riley to follow him, and Riley obeyed. Reaching into his zip-up jacket, Riley pulled out a medium sized handgun, fully loaded, ready to fire. In the hall that led to the front door, Huey passed a small hall table. He opened the drawer, never once averting his gaze from the door, and took out a slightly larger handgun from inside. Huey licked his lips as his hands touched the cool metal of the gun, and he gripped it firmly in his hand.

Carefully, the two tip-toed towards the front door, their breaths caught in their lungs and their eyes plastered open, barely even blinking. Huey made the first move to look into the little peep hole in the door, whilst Riley got into a firing position a few feet away, his finger ready to hover over the trigger as he clicked the safety off with the other.

Huey peeped through the hole in the door, and Riley saw his whole body relax. He lowered his gun, prompting Riley to do the same, "Who is it?" Riley asked, clicking the safety back on and stuffing the gun back into his jacket. Huey began unlocking the door, a quizzical look on his face, but he didn't answer. Riley peered over Huey's shoulder as he opened the door.

Standing on Huey's doormat was a man. He was a little shorter than both Riley and Huey; he was a white guy, with reddish-blonde hair and eyes the color of grass. Freckles were scattered along the bridge of his nose and cheeks, and there was a large scar on his face, which ran from the right side of his forehead down to the middle of his right cheek. He wore a pair of dark jeans, brown work boots, and a large trench coat despite it being the middle of August and a clear day. He gave Huey a toothy grin, but Huey only gave him a questioning look, "Archie, what are you doing here?"

"Archie?" Riley pushed past Huey to glare at the man in the doorway, "Man, why you sell us out like that yesterday?"

"Sell you out?" Archie cocked up a brow quizzically at Riley, who glared at him harder, "To the Valentinas!"

"Hey, you guys told me it was cool to give them some stuff," Archie raised up his hands defensively, "all I did was follow orders."

"We know," Huey cut in, pushing Riley to the side, "come in."

Archie nodded and stepped inside, allowing Huey to close and lock the door behind him. They stepped into the living room, standing in a circle as Archie looked around, "Damn Huey, you know how to live in luxury, huh?"

"Psh, you think this nice?" Riley scoffed, "My place a hundred times better, guaranteed!"

"Anyways," Huey ignored his brother, "Nicolette and Nicolas told us they haven't found a whole lot on the information you gave them."

Archie sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, "Aren't these guys supposed to be the more experienced ones in this? I'm just the hitman."

"Yeah, well, now they want some 'compensation' for their half-assed attempt at 'helping' us," Riley frowned, his brow furrowing, "they want us to go back to Woodcrest."

"Woodcrest? You mean the place you left because of what happened?" Archie asked.

Riley nodded, exasperated, "Yes, that's exactly what I told Huey last night when he agreed for us!" He gave his brother a death glare.

Archie whistled, "You agreed to go back to your old stomping grounds, Huey? For the first time in what, seven years?"

Huey sat down on a chair, prompting Archie and Riley to take the couch, "Look, I didn't really have much of a choice." he insisted, "Even if they didn't find anything useful yet, we did still ask them for a favor, and I knew I would have to repay them somehow. I wasn't in a position to refuse." Archie nodded understandingly, "You gotta point."

"I think Huey's just pissed off because of something Nicolette said." Riley crossed his arms over his chest.

"What she say?" Archie asked him.

Huey was about to shush his brother, but wasn't fast enough. "She pointed out that Huey actually sucks at planning, and that maybe we aren't going back to Woodcrest to prevent something, but because we don't wanna face the past." Riley gave Huey a smug smile as he frowned.

Archie began chuckling, "Damn, well, maybe she's right," he agreed, "I'm not one to judge, but everything you two have done seems a little...rushed."

"I was eighteen," Huey said, trying to defend himself, "I had no idea what we'd gotten into, I just knew I needed to find a way to keep the heat off of everyone back home."

"Fair enough," Archie shrugged, "but I didn't come here to help y'all air out your problems, I came here because I got a lead."

"Lead?" Huey and Riley said together, now completely focused on him. Archie cracked a small smile, "It's not a huge lead, but it's something." He reached into a pocket on the inside of his jacket and pulled out an envelope. He tossed it onto the coffee table. Huey made the first move and grabbed it, hastily opening it to pull out a set of pictures.

"What am I looking at?" he asked, scanning the photos.

"You're looking at one of the guys hired to kill you." Archie answered, leaning back in his seat.

Huey's eyes rested on the image of a man, slumped over on the floor of some abandoned warehouse or something. He was tied up and had a blindfold on, with a bullet wound in the center of his forehead. Blood oozed out from the wound, and had stained his grey jacket. He flipped to another picture, and his blood ran cold.

"He had this on him?" he asked. He handed the photos to Riley so he could see. Riley made an uncomfortable facial expression at the picture of the man, but his eyes widened when he looked at the next picture.

"Yeah, that's how I knew he was one of 'em." Archie rubbed the back of his neck, "I found his practice sheets with him, too. That's how I knew there's been more than one."

"How so?" Riley prodded.

"The original guy I've been tailing was so meticulous and careful I could barely find clues he even existed, I was questioning myself for a while there." Archie stared down at the empty coffee table, as if reminiscing on the past few months, "But this guy, I caught him within a few weeks. It was too easy. The guy I tailed must've been moved to another case or something, or maybe he took a break."

"How many more do you think there are?" Riley continued questioning.

"Eh, I guess over the years at least three or four now." Archie scratched his chin, "Maybe less, maybe more, can't quite say yet. I've only been on this since earlier this year."

"So what does this mean for us?" Huey asked.

"It means you're still not safe." Archie replied, "And if the Valentina twins didn't find anything, you really aren't safe."

They were silent for a moment, contemplating his words, "We still gotta go back to Woodcrest though, don't we?" Riley asked.

Huey nodded, "I told you, we don't have a choice."

"Why do they want you to go back?" Archie asked, "They know your history with that place."

"It's because of Ed," Riley sighed, "Ed III, I told you about him. He was a friend of mine back when I was a kid. Nicolette said he's set to inherit all of Wuncler's shit when he dies, so they want us to find him and butter him up to get on their side."

Archie nodded, "And how are you supposed to do that?"

"I have no fuckin' clue," Riley replied honestly, "we ain't spoke since I left, I doubt he even thinks about me anymore. I didn't get to tell him goodbye."

Archie nodded, "I hope you're still a smooth talker, Riley, 'cause y'all in some shit now."

Both brothers cast him a look, and he chuckled, "But hey, if y'all just stick to business and play it safe, you might be able to make it back with no incidents."

"And how do we do that?" Riley demanded, "We step foot in there and see someone we know, everyone's gonna know we back in town. And trust me when I say we aren't liked anymore. We pissed off a lot of people when we left, and if they find out we in Woodcrest it's game over for us."

"Then go in quietly." Archie said. "Get in, find Ed, do whatever you gotta do to make things right with him, and you'll be back here in no time."

The thought of going to Woodcrest was enough to make Huey's stomach drop. Nicolette was right; he was afraid to go back and face the past. He was afraid to go back and admit that he'd been wrong, that he shouldn't have been such an idiot, that he should've come up with a better plan than this.

"Man, Ed would probably beat the shit out of me for leaving like how I left," Riley argued, "we didn't end things on the best terms, and if I try to go back just for a business deal he'll be pissed off!"

"Like I said, you gotta figure some-," Archie was interrupted by Huey's phone ringing, snapping him back to reality. Shakily, he answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Huey, boy!" His grandfather practically screamed at him from the other line. He coughed, "What Granddad?" Huey sighed, already annoyed, "I need you and Riley here quick!" he said quickly, "I need to talk to both of y'all."

Riley, who could hear his grandfather from where he was sitting, rolled his eyes, "What does he want now?" he murmured under his breath. Huey rubbed the back of his neck, "Alright, we'll be there soon."

Huey hung up the phone and stood, prompting Riley and Archie to stand as well, "I'll get you the majority of the money," Huey told Archie, "it'll be in your bank by the end of today."

Archie nodded, "Of course," he said, "and I'll dig a little more. Just...be cautious, the both of you." He nodded to both Huey and Riley, and they both nodded back. Huey escorted Archie to the door, and carefully closed and locked it behind him.

Forty minutes later, the two arrived at their grandfather's apartment building. He lived closer to Riley than Huey, which meant that Riley saw their grandfather more often than Huey did. Originally, the three had planned to live together somewhere, but their grandfather had insisted on living alone. This worried the boys quite a lot; their grandfather wasn't what he used to be in their childhood years, although he was just as, if not more, spunkier than what he had been.

The whole way there, the two were silent, as if processing the conversation they'd had with Archie. Once at the building, they made their way to his floor and knocked on his door. After a few seconds, it slowly opened, revealing their aging grandfather.

Robert Freeman smiled at his two grandsons, the wrinkles on his face becoming more prominent as he did so. "Well, well, if it isn't my boys," he coughed loudly, and the two boys winced, "Hey Granddad." Riley said, entering first. Huey came in second and gave his grandfather a hug before he erupted into another coughing fit.

It was no secret to the two that their grandfather was sickly. All the stress and anxiety over the past couple of years had really taken a toll on his health, and now he was paying the price. Their once outspoken and eager to pounce grandfather was now a ghost of his former self. He had gained a significant amount of wrinkles on his face that were very prominent all the time. His sight was somewhat off, and he rarely wore his glasses anymore. He now had to use a cane at all times, as he was more or less permanently hunched over. But whenever he saw his boys, he did the best he could to muster up the strength to be as lively as possible.

Their grandfather invited them into his apartment and had them settle down on the black leather couch in the living room. "What's wrong granddad?" Riley then asked, breaking the silence.

Their grandfather sat down on a recliner across from them, leaning back in his chair, "Boys, you know I miss home, right?" he asked absently.

Huey groaned inwardly, "Granddad, this is your home." he insisted, but Robert shook his head, "No boy, I mean my home, our home, in Woodcrest."

There was another awkward silence. Riley wanted to say something, but he knew that Huey would shoot him down. The three rarely spoke about Woodcrest, mainly because of Huey. He didn't want to give their grandfather false hope of being able to return anytime soon by bringing up their old home.

Their grandfather rubbed his head with a wrinkled hand. It pained the two to see their grandfather in such a sickly state. Today, he looked tired. Now, he looked tired all the time, but today...it was different.

"Y'all remember Uncle Ruckus?" he questioned. Riley and Huey both arched a brow at the same time, "Ruckus as in your old bingo buddy?" Huey inquired. "The racist old dude?" Riley added.

Their grandfather began laughing hoarsely at the statement, "Yeah, yeah, that old coot." He chuckled before becoming serious again, "Listen though, you know he was younger than me right? Younger by a couple years,"

"Granddad, where you going with this?" Riley prodded.

Robert coughed, "Ruckus is dead."

Huey's eyes went wide and Riley's mouth gaped open slightly, "He died? When did he die? How do you know?" Riley began asking a string of questions, and Robert shook his head, "You know I read about stuff that goes on in Woodcrest online in the news." Robert replied, "Y'all know I keep up with it, unlike the two of y'all." He glared at them, and Huey sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Granddad, we've been over this before."

Robert waved him off, "Anyways, Ruckus was murdered yesterday. Read it in the news earlier this afternoon." At this, the boys were now intrigued, "Murdered? Ruckus was murdered? By who?" It was Huey's turn to ask the questions.

Robert shrugged, "I don't know Huey, it just says he was murdered. Killed in his own home while he was sleeping I suppose." He shifted in his seat, "Listen though, there's a funeral this Saturday…,"

The brothers immediately looked at each other, remembering what Nicolette had said about finding an excuse to return to Woodcrest. But they definitely did not want their grandfather tagging along for the ride.

"Granddad...I don't know." Huey scratched the back of his head, "You know it could be risky, especially for you."

"Oh, Huey, I'm getting old," Robert sighed, shaking his head, "I'm not gonna be around for much longer now…,"

"Granddad, don't say that." Riley shushed him.

"Boys, y'all know my body ain't what it used to be!" Robert insisted, shaking his head, "I'm old and feeble now. My bones are getting weary, my back won't stay straight. I don't have much time left on this Earth. If anything, I just wanna see that city one last time. Pay my respects to one of my only friends from Woodcrest, even if he was a crazy old bastard."

Huey groaned inwardly at his confession. His grandfather was not going to make this easy.

"Well, coincidently," Riley began speaking, making Huey grab his shoulder to stop him, "we were asked to go to Woodcrest by the Valentinas!" He managed to blurt out as Huey tried to stop him.

"The Valentinas?" Robert cocked up a brow, "Those weird twins y'all were tellin' me about the other day? They run that company…,"

"Yeah, yeah, those," Riley shook off his brother, "they want us to pay a visit to someone in Woodcrest, and Huey's dumbass agreed."

"So y'all plannin' to go to Woodcrest anyway then!" Robert gave Huey a smug smile, "Ain't no reason for me not to go along."

"Granddad, there's plenty of reasons for you not to come!" Huey objected, "We're still not in the clear, something could happen while we in town. Anything could happen while we're there!"

"Well, you won't have to worry about me!" Robert insisted, "All I wanna do is go to the funeral. After that, y'all can drag me around anywhere y'all want to, I won't complain. Just please, Huey," he gave his grandson a pleading look, "just let me see this man laid to rest."

Huey sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingers. His grandfather would never forgive him if he didn't let him tag along, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he denied his grandfather this opportunity. Everyone was putting him on the spot now, who was next?

"Fine," Huey finally nodded, looking down at the floor, "You can come, Granddad." A gleeful smile formed on Robert's face, but Huey looked up to give him a stern stare, "But, you're only going to the funeral. No sight seeing, no pit stops. After that, we're going to find Ed, and then we're leaving."

"Okay, okay," Robert didn't seem to care about Huey's conditions, he just looked happy to be going with them.

"Then we'll leave Saturday morning. It shouldn't take us too long to get there. We'll go to the funeral, find Ed, and leave by Sunday morning." Huey was speaking aloud, but he was more or less talking to himself now. Riley and their grandfather were having another conversation, completely ignoring Huey.

"We'll be in and out." Huey told himself. Maybe if he said it enough, he'd actually believe it.


Huey had just finished taking a shower. Houses in New York were harder to buy than apartments, but Huey had managed to buy a large, comfortable penthouse that gave him a glorious view of the city. Everything in it was kept clean and tidy, although the place was rather plain and simple. Huey wasn't big on decorations, and only had a handful of actual decorations besides his needed furniture. This was what Riley disliked about the apartment, and what he bugged Huey about every time he came for a visit. He dried himself off and pulled on some underwear and sweat pants before sitting down on his couch.

He waited a moment, pondering, before finally pulling out his personal laptop and logging on. He went to google and typed 'Woodcrest' in the search bar. Huey hesitated a moment before pushing enter.

Truthfully, after leaving Woodcrest, Huey had never looked up anything about it. It pained him to do so, and he didn't want to have that with him and remind him of everything had had failed to do while living there. He hadn't searched up Woodcrest in years, but now he needed to if he was going back for a short visit. He didn't know what to expect, but he was preparing himself for anything.

As soon as it had loaded, dozens of articles and news reports came up…and they were all about crime. Huey skimmed a few, and all involved robberies, car thefts, murders, even kidnapping, "What happened to Woodcrest?" he thought aloud, continuing his search online. None of the articles he found were about anything good in Woodcrest. One article caught his attention, and he clicked on it.

"No way…Woodcrest got a new mayor?" Huey gasped to himself. Sure enough, as he read, he discovered that Woodcrest's new Mayor was some guy called Mayor Greene, and he'd only been mayor for four years. He continued to surf the articles, "Lets see…," Huey murmured to himself, "Mr. Greene...became mayor four years ago after former Mayor Wuncler left town...remarried a year and a half ago to a Ms. Lizero…has one son of his own from a previous marriage and gained three step-children…," he sighed, tired of reading.

Huey exited Google and hesitated for a moment. He stared at his wallpaper, which he hadn't changed since he'd gotten the laptop. It was something that he kept hidden away, as this laptop never left his home. Huey sighed as he stood up, laptop in hand, and walked over towards the windows. He looked out at the setting sun, and then back down at the wallpaper.

It was a picture of him…and Jazmine. Jazmine Dubois.

It was an old picture, taken years ago when the two had just started dating. But it was a happier time, a happier moment in his life. Before everything went to hell, that is. Before he and his brother got caught up in a mess within a mess, before they had to leave Woodcrest for what they thought would be forever. Seven years was a long time, but it wasn't forever.

She was wearing a pink dress. Her afro was pulled back into a bun, and there was a smile on her lips. She looked happy, but Jazmine was always happy. Her big emerald eyes were full of laughter and mirth. Huey stood next to her, wearing just casual clothes, and he looked boring when compared to Jazmine. Huey remembered that day; they'd gone to the movies with a couple of friends, and had snapped the picture on the way out. It was something that Huey had refused to get rid of.

Huey wondered what Jazmine was like now. He wondered how she was doing, what she was doing, if she was still friends with Riley's ex Cindy, if she had become a veterinarian, if she had dated anyone else after himself. Huey was never able to keep tabs on her like how he'd wanted to, he couldn't afford to in the beginning, and now it was a little too late to do so. This left him to wonder, a lot. He wondered these things, and he felt himself grow restless.

He wasn't going to be able reach out to her when they got there, so he didn't know why he was feeling this way. Maybe it was just the idea of going to Woodcrest; she'd be so close to him, but just out of his reach. It was going to tear him apart.

Saturday was only three days away.


"Sir, how long will you be gone?" Huey's assistant, Deanna, asked.

Huey sighed as he gathered up his things early that Saturday morning, "I should only be gone a day or so," he replied evenly, "I'm going to a funeral with my family." He looked at his watch; his flight left at eight, and it was currently six. He needed to get to the airport as soon as possible. He continued to gather up his things, "Should you need me, you know where to find me." He addressed her, and she nodded, "Of course, Mr. Freeman. Please don't be angry, but I had to give Mr. and Mrs. Valentina your phone number…,"

Huey sighed, but he expected as much, "Of course, I'm sure she'll want to contact me somehow." he muttered. He took one last look around his office before heading towards the door, "Please try to tell her that I'm busy if you can before she tries to contact me."

Deanna giggled, "Of course, sir." She smiled at him as she followed him out of his office, which was securely locked behind him.

Meanwhile, Riley had just arrived at the airport with their grandfather. They were early, but you always needed to be early for a flight, even if it wasn't a long one. He carried his and his grandfather's things. "Where is your brother, boy?" Robert asked, "He needs to be here now!"

"I know Granddad." Riley responded, slightly annoyed. They stood at the entrance to the airport, all their things with them, and waited for Huey. Riley pulled out his cell phone and dialed Huey's number, "Yeah?" Huey said from the other line, "Man where you at?!" Riley exclaimed, "Granddad's getting agitated over here!"

"I'm pulling up," Huey shot back, "I had to have someone else drive me here."

"Oh, of course." Riley sighed, exasperated, "Anyways, we're extra early, so you're good. Granddad's just being a pain."

"What did you say boy?" Robert demanded. Riley smirked, "Nothin' Granddad, nothin'." He called back, trying to ignore his grandfather's continuous talking and chattering about nothing.

Ten minutes later, Huey approached the two, his suitcase and bags in hand. "Are y'all ready?" he asked. Riley noticed that his brother was dressed far more casual than usual. He wore a pair of sweats, some Gucci slides with black socks, and a black Nike hoodie, "I ain't seen you wear shit like this in years," Riley joked, and Huey rolled his eyes, "It's a plane fight Riley, I'm not gonna wear a full on suit on a plane."

Riley chuckled, "I hear ya, I hear ya." He grabbed his bags and one of Robert's bags before turning around to walk away. Huey grabbed the rest and allowed Robert to hold onto his arm for support as they entered the bustling New York airport.

What seemed like hours later, the three sat in a waiting area to board. Their flight was to leave in an hour, and they were told that they would be escorted onto the plane as soon as their plane arrived. Riley slouched into his chair, "Man, where are we even gonna stay?" he asked, "It better not be an old ass hotel, Huey."

"I wonder what happened to everyone," Robert asked absently, "I tried to call up some old numbers, but none of them worked."

Huey's eyes widened, "Granddad, you didn't…,"

Robert nodded sadly, while Riley smacked himself on the forehead, "Granddad, we told you that you couldn't call no one!" he exclaimed in annoyance.

"Well, I don't remember y'all saying that!" Robert defended himself, crossing his arms feebly over his chest. Huey groaned inwardly; he should've taken his phone away when he had the chance the night before.

"Please, Granddad, don't do that again." Huey said, although it was more of a warning.

Before their grandfather could reply, his phone began to ring. "Oh, someone's calling me," he said aloud.

"Don't answer it!" Riley attempted to snatch the phone away from him, but Robert was already answering it, clicking the 'speaker' button so that they could all hear, "Hello?" he asked loudly.

"Hello? Is this Robert?" A woman's voice asked. The trio recognized the voice instantly, "Sarah?" Robert seemed surprised, "Robert! Oh my goodness, is that actually you?" Sarah Dubois sounded surprised as well, "Oh gosh, it's been years, Robert!" She sounded genuine, like she was actually happy to hear from him, "We haven't heard from you or your grandsons since…," she trailed off.

Robert nodded, "Yes, yes, and I apologize for that. I understand if you're angry at us for any of the problems we may have cause…,"

"Oh no Robert, everything's fine." Sarah seemed so…nonchalant. She was acting as if she wasn't talking to the grandfather of the boy who had broken her daughter's heart seven years prior, "You called my old number to my old phone. I don't use it anymore and gave it to my friend, but she said that you called her and gave me your number."

Huey reached over to take the phone, but Robert turned his back to him, "Oh, I'm so sorry," he apologized, but Sarah only chuckled, "No Robert, it's fine." She then paused, "Listen, I have to run a few errands, but call me on this number again when you land in Woodcrest, alright? I'd be glad to go pick the three of you up!"

Huey and Riley vigorously shook their heads 'no', but Robert ignored them, "Yes, of course." he responded. They said their goodbyes, and she hung up.

"Seriously Granddad?" Huey scolded him, "We did not want anyone knowing we would be coming back to Woodcrest!"

"Yeah, now she's gonna go blab about it to Tom, and then he'll blab to…," Riley trailed off, pressing his lips together as he glanced over at Huey.

Huey was practically fuming, "Call her and tell her never mind." He ordered his grandfather. His tone was serious; it sent chills down both Riley's and Robert's spines. Robert sighed, "Fine...I'll text her, that's a thing ain't it?"

"Whatever you gotta do to get her to not come looking for us." Huey said, "And if we're lucky, she won't tell anyone else about this." With that, Huey grabbed his things and began hauling ass towards their terminal, forcing Riley to help Robert keep up. They were gonna get in, and get out.

Get in, get out.


xoxo, Queen