"C'mon Clarion, you and I both know that you're the better Sprayer. I can keep watch while you work your magic." Dodger said. It didn't take much to be a better sprayer than Dodger, but he could get some really nice things done when he took his time. Now was not a good time to be going slow, not with cops presumably on their way.

"Anyways, I know a place we can do this one. It's not too far from here, and it's got some space to work with." He said, spinning in a circle as he oriented himself. Finally deciding on a direction, he turned to a nearby building, a rather low one, compared to the other monoliths of concrete. It was no difficult task for Dodger to leap onto the other buildings roof, rolling to a stop. 

"Looks like this guy wasn't too specific." He muttered, reading the sheet of paper. "Blah, blah... Angel... Blah blah... Rainbows... Holy crap, that's a lot of drugs." He thought. The man they were painting for had a simple request, but he also requested they list his rather extensive inventory of pharmaceuticals. He thought to himself, waiting on the short roof.