A person like me could go and seek him out all I wanted. There was no way that I could force him to give me a better job. He would always have the upper hand. He was not an idiot. There was no way that he did not suspect all the eggs I was giving to him were actually mine. The old man benefited from not pushing as I sold to him and I also did his menial tasks. However that did imply that he would be likely to turn on me if I did not prove my worth to him. Clearly, I had a ton of potential and value. I had a proven track record of success. Why would he doubt that? I had never failed him in the dozen of tasks he sent me to. Still, this could be a scenario where I was playing with fire. I could always back out now while I was not too associated with him and his business. As long as I kept my mouth shut, I should be fine. Snitches got stitches in crime dramas for a reason. Art imitated real life, and I was not a rat. I was all in for the business and the promotion in it. Finding Old Kipler was not that hard. He was out on the street he frequented. I approached calmly. "Hello." he said. "Have a job for me!?"
It was a simple delivery run. All 3 of them were problems that I had to deal with. The first customer refused to pay outright, but still wanted the package. I was not going to give it to him without payment. He made it a bigger issue when he sucker punched me in the face. I was way too strong to go down in one hit, so we had to fight for it. I knocked him out and took his wallet from him. I cleaned him out. He did have enough to pay for it. For some reason, he just thought I was a pushover. That was his huge mistake. It cost him. The second customer was a sticky fingered thief. He walked behind me as I approached the meeting place and stole it. He tried to run away. I still had my gun and I chased him. He led me down an alley where a couple of his friends were waiting. None of them were armed, so they all got shot. I just wanted to keep them from running or jumping me. Wasting bullets would be a massive shame. After I finished them off with my bare hands for the exp. and loot, I stole all of their wallets from their pockets. They had no more need of them now. 3 times more than their drugs.
Jumping me was not possible at this stage since I had a gun. The third customer was a bummer. He was already being pressured by the cops by the time I got there. If it was a normal run, it could be fine. He would be the last of the clients on the list. I could wait it out for a bit. This was not a normal run. I had all 3 packages on me. A ton of contraband if the cops came to search me. I stopped in my tracks and pulled out my cell phone. I called up Aiden, a good friend at this point. He picked up on the third ring. We spoke about a few small things for about 10 minutes. Our call was natural and it gave me the cover to walk right passed the cops and the client. Once I got over to the corner, I stopped and looked from side to side as if I was looking for directions and Aiden was helping me. That was not the case. Glancing their way every so often, I saw that they were dressing him down. It was getting so intense, I thought about aborting the mission. I could not ask him to promote me higher until I had a great success for him. How else would he know I could handle it? A failure was not an option.
