"Mah numbah? Fine." The blonde then pulled out his phone, looked for his number on its phone book feature, then handed the device over to Arya. "That's my fuckin' number, ya' heard? Just go gimme a beep o' somethin' if ya' need shit. And yeah, five in the afternoon sounds fuckin' great already. Unless ya' got any mo' ideas."<br/><br/>Neo then got his phone back from her, stood up and began to leave the apartment. "G'yeah, gotta catch ya' lata', gurl." He then walked out of the room and onto the streets of Hanson City. He was on his way to the funeral where Rattus and Yukina first came. As he walked the city streets, he noticed that he wasn't really satisfied with the Pop Tart he ate for breakfast. It is maybe because he was not used to eating something sweet first thing in the morning. And so, he opted to look for a salad bar to eat something he considered more substantial than a toaster pastry. As such, he had himself a vegetable greens with lots of cheese and ranch dressing in it, as well as some orange juice. After eating at the bar, he finally got himself to smoke one of his Lucky Strikes, knowing fully well that he's not smoking something as breakfast at that point.<br/><br/>He arrived at the suburban residential part of the city, where the wake took place. It was at the departed man's house, a sizable two-story mansion that was enclosed by brick and wrought iron fences. When Neo arrived there, the visitors were only very few, which included Rattus and Yukina. He saw them seated at the living room, having a discussion with a young black man wearing a gray suit. Rattus was taking active part in the discussion, while Yukina was only listening.<br/><br/>"So, you're saying that the next shipment's going to be delivered after Maynard has been laid to rest?" The man in the gray suit asked.<br/><br/>"Precisely, Mister DuBois." Rattus directly answered back. "That would be your first assignment after you take over Mister Taylor's office. As far as I know, a partner in Arkansas has all his business activities on hold since Mister Taylor's passing for two weeks now due to lack of supply. As such, he is in urgent need of a new shipment, since there is already a high demand for intermediate cartridges in his area."<br/><br/>"How many crates does he need right now, and where exactly is he at?" Mister DuBois asked the arms dealer, wanting to clarify other details.<br/><br/>"He is at Fort Smith, but his distribution network extends to places like Little Rock in the same state and Muskogee in Oklahoma." The bespectacled man replied. "And in regards to the amount he would receive, it would still be the standard amount."<br/><br/>"But the guy hasn't done business for two weeks." He complained back at the blue-haired man. "Are you sure you don't want to at least double the amount of merchandise he'll receive?"<br/><br/>"That would be a good idea, but I suggest you discuss it with him personally." He answered monotonically.<br/><br/>"Okay then." The black man agreed. "But aside from the guy at Fort Smith, anymore details you need for me to know?<br/><br/>"Hrmn." Rattus grunted, as he pondered anymore details that needed to be taken care of by his new business contact. He then said, "The shipments we were sending to Fort Worth, Texas were intercepted in Galveston and impounded by local state authorities, so I am sending an extra shipment to your jurisdiction instead, so that you can detour it to Shreveport before going directly to the target destination. Can you take care of that?"<br/><br/>"I can, and I can easily." He replied to him. "Is that all of it?"<br/><br/>"I believe that is all I can remind you of now." He said, concluding the conversation.<br/><br/>"'Ey yo', mothafuckahs." Neo finally entered the scene, after listening and observing them. He then directed his attention to Mister DuBois. "Is this bubba yo' new business pardner, Ratt?"<br/><br/>"Yes, he's my new business partner." Rattus then turned to the man in the gray suit and said, "Mister DuBois, I would like to introduce you to one of my employees. His name is Jan Neo Langraad."<br/><br/>"Just call me Neo." the blonde shook the black man's hand. "Or call me a nigger or a faggot, I dun care."<br/><br/>"Neo-san!" Yukina reacted to Neo's offensive language. "Please do not say those words in front of a black person."<br/><br/>"Don't worry, Miss Aikawa." Mister DuBois assured him. "I have heard all about Neo here. Rattus said about him calling everyone in their ugliest names, but assured that he doesn't mean any bad faith."<br/><br/>"So yeah, I'm da whippin' boy o' dis outfit, my nig." Neo chuckled. "So I might as well as call people niggers or faggots for the shits and fuckin' giggles while I'm at it."