Sick just let out a littel sigh. It's been a while since he been here. Getting called up for doing some or little work. But it ain't helping as much as it should. "Damn, I need to make a good income." Trying to figture out what to do now as selling drugs ain't working out as well for him. Thinking about selling firearms instead as he just look around. Walking back to his Supra and begin to drive around town. Having his pistol in his center concol. Pulling up to a light which he had to make a stop and a truck with tainted window lower it's window and begin to shoot. Sick step on the pedel and speed off while he's gettin shot it at somebody. Tacking the turns at 90 then drift into the large street where it's busy all of the time and lost them. Pullin up into a empty parking lot as he just step outside and look around for a bit before lighting up a ciggarate.
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