"So, what do we do now?" Houston asks over a cup of coffee made from Johns luxury coffee.
"I could go back to my hitman thing but I'm getting a little old for that line of work."
"We could freelance."
"Just the two of us?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Just the two of us? No chance in Hell. We would get seized the moment we stepped foot outside with the wrong intentions. Maybe if we brought Chains along..."
"Isn't he a bit of a nut?"
"The guy is a vet. Get off his ass."
"Sorry bro, I did know you were that close."
"It's alright."
"Well okay... Say we do grab Chains and whoever else you need. We could do our own thing. No Bain, no Vlad, no bullshit."
"You would just leave your brother like that? Fucked up if you ask me."
"Hey, fuck yo-"
"Shut up. You'll wake Rosie."
Houston grunts and finishes his coffee. "I better head to the couch..."
"That would be best."