Marco looked at his own stats. Level 4 Mechanic. $12,000 in the bank. A small apartment in Jefferson. He was a nobody. A safe nobody. But safe nobodies get run over when the big fish fight.
Donte laughed. It was a dry, humorless sound. "I’m not new, Wrench. I’m the guy who just clipped Bishop ." samp multiplayer
Marco’s fingers hovered over his keyboard. /me looks at the Sultan’s undercarriage, noting the fresh weld marks on the frame rail. Marco looked at his own stats
"Deal," Donte said. "And Wrench? The old parts? Make sure they’re found somewhere far from here. Like in Ballas territory." humorless sound. "I’m not new
/me picks up his wrench and looks Donte in the eye.