The Calm Before the Storm

Rolla, stood at the corner where his pushers were at, observing his operation with a wide open eye. His trusted man stood by his side, a silent partner in the daily grind that he had to endure from now on for some time, as he had to make sure that everything was running smoothly with no problems.

"What's the count, G?" Rolla asked, his voice low as he had his hands inside his jacket's pockets. He'd been standing there for about five hours now, and the weight of time was starting to get heavy on his shoulders. The question of how much longer he had to endure this task filled his mind, as he had other shit to take care of that was past overdue by now.

As he scanned the street, his vigilance was unwavering. The city was a chaotic place after the recent events that unfolded, and he knew better than to let his guard down in times like this.