Six months later…

Omarion

I was getting strapped up with my P9s, body armor and sword as Hexi typed on her computer trying to try whatever codes she could to break open the program. I frowned. How long is it going to take you to crack it open.

Hexi shook her head. “As long as it’s going to take you to pause all that going to war suiting up shit. I told you. You ain’t going nowhere until I crack it open and Largo ain’t back yet so just hold the fuck on. We need the information inside before I figure a direction for you to go guns a blazing.”

I grimaced and shaking my head looked at the time on my wrist watch. Where the fuck was Largo? He should have gotten back here-

“Yo. I’m here family. Where the fuck are you going? What the fuck man? Why you eye balling me like that?” Largo said as he sauntered inside Hexi’s room. He was wearing all leather boots and smelled like cigars and cheap liquor.

“We got a black box delivery? Did you ride your bike back here in your condition?”

Largo glared at me. “I ain’t drunk. I was pretending is all. I ain’t drunk damn it. I’m good. Who sent the box?”

“Lawyer Mark Golden dropped by for visit and left a black box behind as aparting gift from our old boss. He said you might know the password to break past the the firewall. Do you?” I said.

Largo stared at me. “Shit. Hexi. Type in Ah…fuck. Ah. Type in, my crime is that of curiosity.”

Hexi typed it into the computer. The computer went back and then the man himself appeared on the screen. She grinned. “Bingo we have a winner.”

I stared at him. “What’s up Boss?”

Largo frowned at me. “Omarion. The dude is dead. This is just-“

“Hey Omar. I got myself killed this time. I’m going to need you to do a job for me.”

“How much?” I asked.

“It’ll be 50 ebs. Same deal. 25 ebs is being deposited into your account now as your starter fee. 25 ebs after the bodies are buried or burned. I don’t care. Find out who killed me and put em down before they come after my daughter because I know they will watch, wait and act. You know my usual spots and my favorite drinking hole. I’m sure you’ll figure out who did it soon enough and hey if you get it done in a week then…I’ll throw in Cy’s sword as a bonus. Later.” He said and disappeared from the screen.

Largo frowned at me. “What the hell is this? I thought this was a black box job. Is Sergio dead or not?”

I shook my head. No time. I grabbed a spare P9 from the table and handed it to Largo. “Not my business. We got a job to do. Now sober up and get your sword ready. We going hunting tonight little brother.”