Hoxton didn't want to leave. Despite his gruff exterior, he still did care for the gang and wanted everyone to be together but this... This was different. He could deal with fights and botched jobs and getting shot but it was more than a rough patch. It was quite different. They fucked up both The Benevolent and First World within the same week: They were overestimated. Dallas got shot by an armor piercing round in the shoulder and almost died. Twitch was killed and both vans were destroyed so it was a long walk home. Hox just didn't see a way this could work out despite his best hopes. Maybe a little reassurance was all he needed...
"Hello? How did you get this number?" Hoxton asked grimly
"Jim, it's me. You know where I am leading to with this so I'm gonna cut the bullshit; We arent gonna get jack shit done all separated like this. Sitting on our hands isn't gonna get anything done and I hope you can help. You a-" Dallas was cut off
"Look mate, I understand what you are trying to do but this... Isn't working. I can't work when you wankers are always fucking something up. It's been fucking three months and Bain has turned up jack shite. I'm done. We've just lost our touch."
"I assumed you would be a bit more positive about this all. You've been here since the beginning "
"You guys seemed to forget that."
"Look, I'm sorry we couldn't get you out sooner but I can't do anything if you're still bitter."
"You were real quick to replace, weren't you? Bloody Hell... How long did you wait before renewing me? A month? A week? The morning after?"
"Jesus..." Dallas thinks of what to say next. "We got you out in the end... I just want this group whole again and you are a catalyst to that process."
"I-I-I'll see. But I need something to come through here. I want to do The Benevolent. All of us.."
"What? You remember what happened last time."
"Every single one of us. We can't fuck up with numbers that big.""
"If you were serious, that would be a bitch to organize."
"We can work out the gritty shit later."
"So are you in, Jim?"
Hoxton paused for a moment, still debating what to do. There were many positives and negatives for both sides. "If we do something big."
"I promise you."
"Who else do you have with you?"
"Sangres, Chains and Clover are at the safehouse. Jacket is with Sydney in Miami and they should be coming this week. I asked Bain about my little brother and I am waiting for him to get back to me."
"Fucking wanker." Hox muttered under his breath
"Now isn't the time for petty shit, Hox."
"Bloody Hell. Look, I'll be at the house in a couple weeks; I still have shit to deal with."
"It's been a couple months. How have you roped yourself into shit already?"
"It's a long fucking story but know that I will be there."
Hoxton hung up and put on some casual clothes. He took a small handgun and exited his small apartment and into his small car down a small street. He had shit to take care of.