"Should I put the team together now?" Hector asked as James went toward the house.
"No, first let's plan everything and then we can strike them down." He said as he limped with more pain in his leg, and the cane didn't help too much. So the moment he went into the house, he grabbed his meds, then sat down at the dinner table where Hector came in and sat down too.
"Where are the guys?" James asked him.
"Guys?" He asked back.
"Yeah, the one that died, and that fucking Sinatra member." James said because the driveway was clean, not even the blood was there anymore, and not even one bullet shell.
"The cleaning team already did their job." Hector explained.
"Okay." James said as he leaned back in the chair, tapping his head on the table.
