Grell nods, and he walks out of a door, which lead to the garage that held some of the gangs vehicles, Grell hops on a motorcycle, not bothering with a helmet. They both drive off, heading towards the Bronx, they arrive, several of Grells men had already arrived, along with some ragged looking small time gang members, a large package of drugs separated the two groups. Grell hops off of the bike, and walks over so he's right next to they drugs, facing the smaller gang "So fellas, we agree on a price?" An African American man walks forward, in a white tank top, with a bandanna covering his face "Nah man, get outta here wich yo 20,000 credit deal, the highest we'll go is 10,000." Grell laughs "This is a business guys, 10,000 credits is barely worth my time, 15,000 and you get all of this." The leader of the gang thought about it for a minute, before nodding, and transferring the credits. He spoke "Man if this stuff ain't legit, we gon have some problems aight?" Grell smiles, speaking sarcastically "Aight." Grells gang walks away, hopping into trucks and cars, and the smaller gang hauls the drugs away, before it's just Eva and Grell