Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-2173402-20160210013219/@comment-5385060-20160217021417

There were no distractions along the way to the Spencer estate. Clint was waiting for them near the gates to the garages. He was an intimidating guy, so much so that a woman pulled her purse a little closer and hurried off at a faster pace. Milo got out the truck, and fist bumped his best friend.

"Yo, Boom, my bro from another ho," said Clint.

"What up?" said Milo.

The two boys went on to do an elaborate handshake. They looked like such dorks.

"So, what is the deal?" Milo asked.

"Parents gone. Duncan saw the old man at the warehouse. The mother ain't there. None of the help either. Place is dead."

Milo smiled. Just how he liked it. All the chaos. None of the witnesses.