JTM wheels up into Purgatory looking for anarch bikes or markings of any kind. He turns off his bike here, kicking the kickstand and walking into Purgatory looking for Maxwell of all people. His serious demeanor shows . He walks over to the counter slapping down $200 on the bar waiting for his customary beers.

“Thanks again, man..That should help profits. Maxwell in?”

He gathers them, hopping off the bar stool walking over to Maxwell’s area sitting down to meet the man.

“Sup Maxwell. We need to talk if that’s cool. I’m a little pressed for time too, but I can make it worth every minute.”

He pulls out an envelope pulling out $1000 in crisp $100 Don Gino fun money and spreads them in front of Maxwell.

“That’s for you regardless of how this convo goes…cool?”

He waits to see Maxwell’s reaction before continuing.