Shank was lounging on his balcony lighting up his pipe with a few of his crew and his closest and oldest friend. Passing the pipe to Saint, he held his breath drawing the smoke into his lungs and then exhaling. “Sorry I couldn’t have been there. Those damn Warriors, they’re getting too gutsy for their good.”
“Yeah well now my club is down for five weeks minimum, and I’m out fifty G’s in repairs and lost profits. Not to mention the bad press.” Saint complained inhaling and passing the pipe to her right.
A commotion below brought both to their feet in curiosity. Crossing the balcony Shank leaned over to survey the scene below. His men were holding off a violent Reap in a foul mood. “We have a guest.” Shank smiled at Saint. “Let him up.” He yelled down to his men. Stepping aside the men let
