I am a brute if I tell you the truth of it. I sell these drugs that get people addicted and bring them their happiness they desire but it’s a fire and I’m selling them dynamite. Exploding their lives in their faces but I’m always right here to catch them. Well the ones I like. The others I let slide through the cracks. Would you look at that I’m too big and strong to get along with anything short of optimal….

Larkin was lurking in his business suit. Just another suit for Money’s henchmen to toss in to the soup. Another ingredient to get the poraige ready for eating. Why must life be so fleeting? I always play my part I’m just a bit lost with all the twists and bends. Don’t mean to offend. I’m just too strong. When I make a mistake it hurts. It’s my curse not yours. I carry it with me and that’s why I’m strong to be able to walk along with it.

I’m mighty…

Is it wrong to only reach for the cream? To ignore the rest of the crop that doesn’t rise to the top? I think that’s the job of society maybe?

“Ricky! Get you’re head in the game already!” Money shouts at the monolith of a man. Chiseled to the bone. Muscle bound like no one has found. An artist of masculinity.

“Yes boss, I heard you. Keep an eye on them.” He states flippantly.

“They’re slippery. Like eels you gotta keep you’re eyes on them at all times no dosing off into that fantasy world of yours okay?” Money states exasperatedly. Hand over his face.

“They won’t slip through the cracks boss. I’ve got none.” Larkin replies flexing.

Money rolls his eyes.

“We’ll see. Were just waiting for my boy to appear so it shouldn’t be too long. I don’t know what’s going on but I know he’ll come for his friends. He is a Lancaster even if he’s a bastard broken program disaster. Mother fucker I hate this shit I can’t bring this sort of thing to see his mother. She didn’t give birth to something so disgusting it must be a Lancaster thing…” Money is complaining out loud ruminating really.

Larkin isn’t filled in on everything. On most things. He’s the muscle. Literally. He is here to make sure nobody escapes. A professional wrestler and retainer. He’ll keep you from danger as a shield or he’ll keep you in place as an anchor. Either way you’re staying when he’s got his grip on you. Money saved him from his misbegotten life down south in the Everglades region. Well, near there. That big city, Miami. It’s a dope show and I was a ring leader.

Better here then there. Better to protect then to help others in their search of joy in despair. It’s just, ever since he saw it, the fountain, the resort, the thing inside the vault. He could never unsee it. His blue eyes now. They used to be brown. So strange. So important to know but he doesn’t want to. Get back to being off duty and able to do anything. Freedom isn’t a choice it’s a gift and opportunity. Better treasure it while it lasts. Till you’re enlisted again for something.

It’s an honor really. He’ll serve proudly. Silently but loudly.

Larkin fixes his tie. Shuffles around in his suit. The door behind him lies the crew of one Tye Lancaster. What a disaster. Underage girls are off limits. It’s no gimmick. Don’t touch them. He’s about to loose those eye and thumbs. How can you wrestle without them? Maybe blind but wrestle without thumbs? Ugh. Don’t make me.

It’s still a mystery how they all got out of there back then. It’s like a portal just opened and everyone got away. Magic is dangerous and it exists. Once you’ve seen it you’re in. Don’t see though cuz it’s too much trouble. You gotta pick a side and try to survive. Why not stay ignorant and enjoy your free time before you’re made to participate? Eternity is a long time why jump into it prematurely?

It’s something he’ll have to reflect on when he does his bicep training later. As many times as it takes. We go until it’s done. The job.