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Chapter 4

April

"Hey, man! Got the good stuff for me?"

"You're in a good mood." Sam stated as he walked over to Max. Max offered him a cigarette which he accepted. He put it in his mouth and he leaned in to let Max light it for him.

"So, you got something for me?" Max asked nervously looking up and down the street.

Sam frowned at him and emptied his lungs of the cigarette smoke.

"Not out here? Okay." Max said in response to Sam's frown.

Sam just shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette. The smoke escaped his lungs along with a sigh before he threw the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it. He looked around to make sure they were alone, and pointed to the broken window they usually used to get inside, encouraging Max to get going.

Once they'd gotten deep inside the abandoned building Sam pulled a small packet out of his back pocket and handed it to Max.

"Awesome!" Max exclaimed with round eyes. He then held out his hand towards Sam.

Sam looked at his hand with amusement and mimicked his pose.

"Right, yeah!" Max said digging deep in his pocket for a couple of bills and handing them to Sam who grabbed them and put them in his pocket.

"So?" Max said, still holding out his hand.

"Aight." Sam said rolling his eyes that he was actually supplying a customer with tools. He got a small mirror out of his pocket and handed it to Max.

Max flashed a grin of severely yellowed teeth before kneeling on the floor to prepare the drugs.

"Ya want one?" Max asked smiling excitedly.

"Nah, not on…" Sam said dismissively.

"The job." Max finished his sentence. "I know. Okay, then. More for me!" Max grinned and proceeded to snort two lines in quick succession.

"Take it easy, man." Sam said, eying him nervously. He'd noticed that Max' tolerance was increasing and it worried him. Not only because Max was his best link to Petrov but because he'd come to genuinely care for the kid. They spent a lot of time together, maybe more than necessary, but Max trusted him now. He really did. And that was a good thing.

"No prob. Ain't no thing." Max said lying back on the floor enjoying his high. "So I talked to those guys. Have you ever noticed the patterns in the ceiling? Haha! Look!"

Sam looked up, but couldn't see what would be so funny. "Yeah? They got some for me?"

"Huh? Yup. Want us to do somethin' to prove ourselves." Max said, still studying the roof intently.

"When?"

"Said they'd call."

"'K." Sam said thoughtfully. What kind of proof did they want? What would he have to do? He should report to his unit. Let them know what was going on. He made a mental note to do it later. This was big news. He might finally get a foot into Petrov's organization.

Sam figured that it would be better to wait until Max had gotten over the peak of his high before questioning him further about the job, so he sat down and leaned against the wall. He was trying to think up what kind of jobs Petrov would give them to prove themselves and after some thought he landed on it either being a look out, or a security deal. These were the kind of jobs where Petrov easily could have someone watch them, and he highly doubted that they would be trusted with anything of major importance.

A while later Max stretched and sat up slowly. He wasn't as energetic which meant that he was starting to come down.

"This job." Sam said calmly, staring out through a shattered window. "You got any idea about when?"

"Nope." Max said, as he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. "Said they'd call."

"Aight." Sam got to his feet. "I gotta go do some more business. You'll call me when you hear from 'em right?"

"'Course." Max said now making smoke rings and putting his hand through the middle. "Sweet!" He cheered when he saw that there was still a line left on the little mirror.

"Try to take it easy with that shit, man." Sam said as Max went to do the last line.

"'s all good, 's all good." He said turning towards Sam, the yellow smile plastered on his face.

"I'm serious, man. Slow it down." Sam said sternly.

Max laughed nervously. "What? Ya wanna run outta business? I'm your best costumer." He said with a wink.

Sam couldn't help but smile at his actions. He was like a little kid. "I'm just sayin'. I'm not too keen on finding you dead next time I come around."

"Nah, don't worry. Like I said: 's all good my brother."

"Aight." Sam sighed. "Have fun." He walked towards the busted window to get back out on the street. "And remember: Call me."

Sam awoke abruptly to the sound of his phone ringing loudly. He sat up, disoriented, with his head whipping back and forth to try and find the source of the noise.

"Yah!" He said when he'd finally found it and had flipped it open.

"Hey, Sammy. They called."

"Aight. When?"

"Couple of hours."

Sam groaned silently. He had forgotten about informing the unit about his progress earlier that day, and they wouldn't be able to mobilize completely in this short amount of time.

"What's the job?" Sam asked calmly.

"Don't know. They'll tell us when we meet up with 'em"

"Okay. Where'll we meet?"

"Abandoned warehouse near the docks."

"Which one?"

"We'll meet. I'll show ya."

"Aight. Good. I'll see you soon." Sam said and he heard the beep signaling that Max had hung up the phone. Sam scanned through his contact list until he found who he was looking for; Jennifer. He pressed call and waited patiently for an answer.

"Jennifer's phone." A bored male voice said at the other end.

"Hey, man. 's me."

"How's it going? Any news?" Boyd said with sudden interest.

"Doing some kind of initiation thing tonight, soon." Sam said curtly. "I'd appreciate not getting any interruptions."

"What are you doing?"

"That's it. I don't know. Don't even know where I'm meeting up with them. My guy is taking me to them. Heading out from the docks, but that's all I know."

"Ok. I'll inform the sergeant in that division to show caution. But with as little info as you're giving me, I can't promise much." Boyd said sincerely.

"Thanks. I gotta go." Sam said and flipped his phone shut without waiting for Boyd to respond.

He put the phone in his pocket and went over to his dresser. He pulled out a drawer and rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for. A small revolver. He loaded it before putting it in between the lining of his pants and his back. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves which were starting to get jumpy.

"Right." He said taking another deep breath. "Let's do this!" He did a small jump before pulling on a thin jacket and walking out the door.