"Lucas."
A voice rose from behind Lucas.
Lucas looked over, then with a twinge of a bitter smile, he went to greet him, "Vigil, you came yourself."
The equally African American Vigil had a face full of helplessness, "Of course I had to come myself. Nothing happened here, right? I mean, haven't lost anything, have you?"
Lucas snorted, "Don't worry, compared to what's registered in the computer, there will only be more, not less."
Vigil, the African American, then chuckled, "Seems like I came at a bad time. Speaking of which, I've always wanted to ask, what kind of madness are you guys into? If all the real drug dealers in Los Angeles were gone, wouldn't we become kind of redundant?"
Lucas rolled his eyes, "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask, Vigil."
Vigil extended his arm, touched Lucas, and whispered, "Seriously Bro, has anyone from Dark Gold Pharmaceuticals been in touch with you?"
Lucas frowned, "What are you talking about?"
