[center][h1][color=gray]Bishop "The Network" Wallace[/color][/h1][/center]

In the heart of the G-Block district of the prison city, sitting on the roof of a building in an outdoor lounge chair, surrounded by several notebooks with writing on them and a large umbrella shading him as he took a sip of lemonade, Bishop was in the middle of getting his recent deals accounted for. there were 3 members of the Black Out Crew with guns up on the roof with Bishop, one being an informant. 

There was a visitor coming up, being watched with guns pointing at him, as this man wanted to speak to Bishop but was stopped short by the informant as the informant walked over to Bishop and let him know who it was as his chair was turned away from the visitor. [color=gray]"What's up, WADE?"[/color] Bishop said putting a strong emphasis on Wade's name. He walked over slowly "Hey uh...Bishop...um...you w-wanted to s-see me?" Bishop was counting and making marks on another notebook. [color=gray]"Yeah....I wanted to see you. I'm not gonna waste any time.......got my money, bitch?"[/color] Wade gulped a little "Well y-you see...I have a bit of a problem..." interrupting Wade, [color=gray]Well you see....we do have a problem indeed. You came to me...desperately because the group you bought drugs from...well...they were taken down recently by one of our colorful gangs here in this wonderful city and you came to me to get your cloud 9 on. From what you told me, you said...and I quote: "Bishop, if you hook me up, I swear.....I SWEAR that I will have money for you in 48 hours. I...am good for it." Ain't that what you said? and then when I came to collect then, you didn't have it and you were nearly killed until you offered to do a job to get that money for me and I said...hey...I'll cut him some slack. I'll let him get that job done and I'll get paid and boom...no harm...no foul. Today was the day that you're suppose to pay me and all I've got so far is excuses."[/color]

Wade was trembling a little mostly from the drugs but also from the fact that he could die any moment. "Look...I-I'm going to get it but people like The Wolf and James Tarvelli, even La Plaga....I..I can't steal from them...they'll kill me-" [color=gray]"Oh so it's okay for you to steal from me huh? gonna ask me for another hit to build debt? let me tell you something....I make sure that debt is not built. You know what's bad for business? Bullshit promises and the word from pathetic pieces of shit like you. When someone buys from me, we do that shit up front but I was feeling very giving that day, which, was my mistake. Not only do I have to worry about you not paying me but I have to worry about the Wolf trying to fuck me over, James Tarvelli threatening to come after me, La Plaga shutting me down, my products and items not coming in, not being able to make profit with other competition, This big ass mutant of a man eating me, and dealing with other sheisty ass people behind these walls. I have too many important deals and people to worry about than to sit here and stress that this dumbass is going to cheat me....so....you know the rules, suffer to consequences.[/color] With that, one of the Black Out Boys came from behind and slit Wade's throat as the body dropped to the ground. 

With a sigh and laying a notebook down, Bishop pulled out a newspaper to read about what's going on outside the walls as his informant called others to clean up the mess by tossing him over the edge and wait for the scavenger prisoners to grab the dead body and pull it to one of their hiding places. Bishop looked up [color=gray]Hmm...I think I may go for a walk today...see how my fellow citizens are doing and what they're up to. maybe have a promotion sale or somethin'....or maybe talk to our best customer and "friends", Smiley and the Joker Boyz...if they ain't doing anything crazy...[/color] Getting up with the newspaper tucked under his arm and started heading down the stairs to "socialize".