Plateau Prison entrance.
Underneath an ice cream truck.
Ryan looked at the chocolate ice cream in his hand with a complex expression, "Do you like this kind?"
"How is it? The taste is fantastic, right?" Best licked his ice cream and smiled at Casare beside him, "This is what I wanted most when I was a kid. To get it, I used to pick through trash with my brother and sister. Three of us would share one ice cream."
He might just be fulfilling a dream from his childhood now.
Ryan nodded, then complimented before handing over the briefcase, "This is all for bullets. I'll come pick them up."
Best took it, feeling its weight, and joked, "This is quite heavy, don't you want the gun?"
"No need for the gun, just the bullets. Though today, a Deputy Police Commissioner came; they seem to be investigating the origin of the AK47s," Ryan recounted the day's events.
"What did you say that Deputy Police Commissioner's name was?"
"Danilo Sanborn."
