Calumet Heights, Chicago, Illinois, Saturday afternoon, FT

"Yo, here they come," Hardison said, watching the new Benz pull into the overgrown, abandoned lot they'd chosen as their meetup. "Where we're just gonna hand over all that money an' let him get back in his car. Because, yup. That's a thing that we're doin'."

In case Eliot had missed the last fifteen minutes of bitching, Hardison was not best pleased with this.

( No one was pleased with this )

[preplayed with age_of_the_geek and whoisalicewhite. Violence within.]