Dragging the ex right hand man through the cold house was a drag- no pun intended. Brian pulled on his signature ski mask and Tim wore his mask.
"Hey, (Y/N)," CJ whispered, poking her backside. She glanced over at him, gaining her attention. "Why are your men wearing those weird masks? I mean, to be honest, it's pretty bad ass."
"Who the fuck knows, honestly," she asked. She shrugged, as she watched 'Masky' pulled the tied up man through the house. Rasheed hurried to open the basement door, practically shaking his innocent self to a corpse.
"H-hurry up, p-please, my fiance is supposed to be home soon," he stuttered out, practically slamming the door shut when they entered.
Daya stayed upstairs, deciding to take a shower, and get her mind off the night. (Y/N) would be down there, but not asking too many questions. CJ, being the instigator, naturally stayed downstairs as Tim and Brian tied the man down to a metal chair, in the musty, empty basement. Moman and Will set up a camera for a future move.

"Alright, rise and shine." Masky said, slapping the man across the face. He groaned, unable to open his eyes. Hoodie put a hand on Masky's shoulder, holding him back.
The man's eyes flickered open, coming face to face with two masked men form earlier. He began to scream, but CJ soon put an end to that. Sticking a sock in his mouth, Will hit the play button.
"Alright, Alessandro, time to spill your fucking guts. If you cooperate, we'll let you go, free. But if you so much as try to get out of this chair?... Well, I'm sure the fine gentlemen with the masks you seem to adore so much will take care of you."
Hoodie pulled out a pistol from the waist of his jeans, holding it to the man's temple. His eyes widened as sweat dripped down his pale face, he began to shake violently as he shut them closed. Down fell a tear drop from his eyes.
"Enough with the fucking tears," CJ said. "You goddamn pussy. Alright, first question- do you know who I am?" He asked. Masky pulled the sock out of his mouth, as he began to sob.
Masky held his hair back, pulling his head up. "Look at me!" CJ said. "Well? Do you?" He nodded shakily. "Good, so you know why you're here, right?" He nodded again. "So, you're gonna tell me everything you know about Lorenzo, right? Since you work for him and all?"
"N-not an-anymore," he stuttered out.
"Why not?" He asked, glancing back at Moman.
"He-he was a goddamn faggot! I-I ca-can't wor-work with that," he stuttered out.
CJ laughed. "Something wrong with that?"
"Yo-you know you wouldn't work with a fag either," he said, slurring on his homophobia and ignorance. Will glared daggers at him, as Moman looked down at the ground in shame. (Y/N) put a hand on his back, signalling it would be okay.
"Really? Cause I think I am now. And since you wanted to be a little bitch, I'm gonna let the so called 'faggots' deal with you after we're done, alright?" He asked. Hoodie gripped his hair, forcing him to look at the men at the sidelines of the camera. He began to stutter and profusely swear under his breath.

"So," (Y/N) said. The recording was done. A man lie dead at the basement steps as Tim and (Y/N) stood alone in the kitchen. Will went out to get some materials for the clean up, Rasheed was on the phone with his soon to be wife. Daya and CJ slept on the couch together, and Brian was taking a shower.
Tim shed the bloody, tan jacket off his body, leaving him in the black t-shirt and jeans. He pushed his mask up, plopping a cigarette in his mouth. She sat on the counter, drinking a cup of orange juice. Blowing some smoke, he walked up to her, pushing his face into her shoulder. She pulled off the mask, and dropped it onto the counter. "So," he said, repeating her.
"That was dark," she stated.
"That was business. Why, you scared?" He asked.
"No," she said, shrugging. "Unfazed, really. I'm used to it by now. But that was personal."
"These kinds of things usually are," he exclaimed. He put out the cigarette and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "How much did he pay you to do that?"
"Not a lot. Doesn't matter though. So, we send it to them, then what?"
"Wait for the next move. CJ's men are coming up."
"Oh, that's just great," she responded, putting her chin on his head. "We're in a gang war."
"Another?" He asked, with a chuckle, pulling away from her chin.
"Ugh, long story. And you're- eew, Tim, you're all bloody-"
"Shh, you secretly like it," he insisted, smiling. She shrugged, tilting her head.
"Maybe," she said, kissing the corner of his lips. She pulled away- regretfully- "fuck no, never mind. Go take a shower." He gave a lower chuckle as he slapped the side of her thigh, then pulled away. He grabbed his mask and gave her a kiss on her forehead, and began to walk away.

Now bored, she trotted into the living room. The camera was on the table, the tape the interrogation was recorded on now in a plastic slate, with the label of "ALESSANDRO" on it. Daya and CJ slept, Daya leaning on his chest as he he laid on his back. She smiled, wanting to take a picture- but realizing Tim threwher phone into the depths of an ocean a long time ago, she walked away in boredom. The scene only slightly shook her- Will took over it, as Moman left the room.
She heard Rasheed in the next room, so she walked over. Seeing him hang up the phone, she caught his attention and he gave a dorky smile.
"U-uhm, you got blood, on your face," he said, pointing to his cheek as reference. She groaned.
"Yeah, you can blame Tim for that," she said, rolling her eyes. "So, your wife?" She asked, smiling.
"Yeah, Tanisha. S-she's out of town now, I just got off the phone. We're getting married in July, so, it'll be a while," he said. He picked up a picture frame and brought it over to her. It was of him in a suit, and a green tie, and a dark skin woman with brown eyes, wearing a light blue dress. It was like one of those stock photos in Walmart- so perfect. She smiled.
"You guys look lovely together." He smiled, putting down the frame to push up his glasses. She then felt frozen- her body began to shiver as she shook, unable to move. She looked up in Rasheed in fear as his face contorted to confusion.
"(Y/N)?" He stuttered out, becoming more and more scared as her mouth dropped open. Loud distortions and the rings of static flooded her mind as she fell to the ground. Looking up, a grey sky was all she saw, and pieces of a broken ceiling. She saw Rasheed run, screaming for help.