By the afternoon, John had finished handling the affairs of the gang remnants.
Through the window glass of Silver Rider 577, the vibrant Eden City appeared pale under the sunlight, like a faded graffiti wall steeped in industrial smoke, carrying a taste that is old, scorching, and irritating.
Things went smoothly over at Chavez Restaurant.
Gerry said there was no need for the boss's presence, no troublesome fools came by, and there were more regular customers than yesterday. Everyone was enthusiastic, and some "friends" had disappeared from the streets over the past four months.
The only problem was being busy, with an acute shortage of manpower.
