“Fuck, where have you been. Our dealers are not getting set up with enough product.” A voice from the phone says.

“Man, I left Georgie in charge, didn't I? Taylor dragged me along to accompany a friend. I would have said no, but the asshole demanded it. What a prick, right?” Daryl says with a smile and a wink to Taylor.

“Man, fuck that guy. Thinks he's hot shit now, I guess. And Georgie is fucking useless. I'm sending Frankie over. Just let me know when you'll be back.” The voice says before hanging up.

“Hurry the fuck up, man. We're next.” Richie says somewhat impatiently.

…

…

“Well, it's been fun, my dudes. But my journey has come to an end. I'll see you in the next life. Sayonara losers.” Richie says as he makes his way up the escalator.

“You beautiful bastard. Don't ever change. Stay golden, Ponyboy.” Taylor says as he watches Richie ascend.

“It's too late. He's gone.” Daryl says with a pat to Taylor's shoulder and a shake of his head.

Taylor looks to Daryl with a mischievous grin. “Fuck man, when'd you get so gay.” Taylor says with a laugh.

…

…

“What? Who got shot? Georgie?” Taylor says with a shake of his head. “Why the fuck would I care about that?” Taylor asks.

“Bro, it's your job. It's not my problem that you owe this favor.” Brolly says, which were facts. “You don't have to, but it's a pretty easy one to take care of. Would earn a few points I think.” Brolly says over the phone.

“Whatever. I'm not going to kill over this one. Just saying.” Taylor says, giving in.

“Awesome. It's our delivery dude. He got pissy that Georgie was in charge and shot him. If I'm being honest, Georgie could have calmed down a bit. The power seems to have went to his head a little.” Brolly explains.

“Just give me his address.” Taylor says with a sigh.

“He doesn't live here. You'll have to chase him down.” Brolly says before promptly removing the phone from his face.

“What!? Why the fuck would I chase him down!?” Taylor exclaims over the phone before taking a few breaths. “Do you at least have a whiff of him?” Taylor asks, trying to calm down.

“Yeah, he went down route 90. South. We'll let you know if he stops anywhere else.” Brolly says carefully, not wanting to trigger anyone.

“Fine, I'll pack my things.” He says with a sigh.

…

…

“He's going northwest.”

“Fuck.”

“Maybe speed up a little.”

“Fuck off.”

***BEEP***

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…

“What he's going further north?” Taylor asks. This was already pretty close to Backwater City.

“Yeah. If you drive overnight you should be able to catch up to him in the morning.” Brolly says.

“Nah. Fuck that. Keep tracking him. I'm going home for a bit.” Taylor says before hanging up.