Another Job || mciden
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Of all the gangs, the Lillies were the ones that Souda had repaired vehicles for the least. He didn’t know any of them very well; most of them didn’t even like him all that much and seemed to enjoy pushing him around. So, reasonably, he didn’t care much for house-calls when it came to the Lillies.
Still though, gangs paid a bit more than the average customer due to the fact that, well, they were also buying his silence.
“Uh...hey,” He called out, gripping his tool box in both hands nervously. “I, uh, g-gotta call that said ya needed somethin’ fixed?” He fidgeted, avoiding eye contact with the girls that were watching him, all familiar but without names he could recall. He shifted his weight anxiously from one foot to the other. He really hated the silent treatment... “Erm...y, your boss in?”
Maybe the unknown boss of the Lillies could at least tell him what he needed to repair.
Unless...Wait, had they called him just to beat him up?! Suddenly, he was a lot more nervous, and it was obvious from his trembling and the way he looked from side to side that he was trying to locate an exit.
