Regular 9 to 5 job? Na, Na. We're Black Sheep, us.

Nairn snorted, ushering the locksmith to talk if he was gonna. He listened, tilting his head, Mmm, when you find a good girl, Colton, you should do everything you can to keep her. It was all he had to say on the matter, before his attention returned to the loot.

These are going to the East safehouse, to Ema. He shook two of the heavier bags. She'll transport them through the tunnels to the main, from there. Because Ema was falling over herself, to prove she was worth his attention. She'd do nothing to earn his ire.

These ones go to the brothels. We'll restock their coffers, pick up the powder they've made, drop it off with Danny. And Danny would take it to distributors, often people on the street corners, who blended in like they belonged.

Ready? It was the type of work lackies should be doing. But sometimes it cleared his head; and he could use that right now.

@Colton Young
OOC Note: Let's end on your post? And we can give them a more recent?