Ryker managed to stifle his laughter when Deserae hit her head up against the hood of her car. He didn't see it, but he heard the loud thump and judging by the look on her face as she rubbed her head, it didn't take a genius to put it all together. As he took out some paper from the envelope, Ryker read what was on it. Jake stood there a bit awkwardly not knowing what to say to Deserae. He cocked his head, giving her a strange look after she delivered a rather odd joke. Sure, he got it, but it did not elicit any laughter whatsoever. When she gave out another loud sigh as John walked in, Ryker turned. "Shut up and stop sighing!" He yelled at D.J. playfully, but then noticed John.

"Eyyy! Johnny boy. How you doin'?" Ryker got up close to him and playfully jabbed at his ribs like he was a prize fighter. "Looking good, man. That over there is Jake Cotton. But, I'm trying to get everyone to call him Cotton. Sounds real gang like." He laughed a little. And energetic as he always was, Ryker clapped his hands together. 

"Cotton is here for a job. And it just so happens I got one tonight. A more specific plan. I'm here on behalf of Fitzy." Fitzy was considered by most one of, if not the top dog of the Lost Ones. A kind-hearted leader, but with a keen eye for business and strategy. He was one of the men who laid down the rules against murder. "And Fitzy says that most of, if not all of you should be together for the cage-fights tonight. I know it's hard to get all of you together, but there is three of you here now. Pretty damn good numbers."

Ryker moved over to a specific spot in the shop. He moved a desk out of the way to reveal a hidden door with a safe-lock on it. Ryker spun the dial a few times, and with a click he pulled open the door on the floor. That revealed a secret cache of emergency money among other things. But, one important item was one of survival and a tool that they strongly believed needed to be used as a last option. Ryker closed the door and turned around, walking up to Jake to hand him the black, 9mm semi-automatic he took out. Jake looked up at him curiously.

"We're going to need your gun handling. Especially if you get into trouble tonight. I'm not asking you to kill." He patted Jake on the back and looked over to John and Deserae. "Cotton here is going to be on protective duty to oversee the job tonight. He's got a real dead eye with that pistol. Soldier boy from the war. But, to the point. We need you guys at the cage fights tonight. Fitzy got this real brilliant idea to have a distraction and then we're going to rob the bookie blind. Do you get me? We're going to steal the goddamn purse!" He seemed so excited about it.