Tyler tilted his head slightly and looked up from his bench.  There was the car.  He sighed inwardly, standing up slowly.  He was wearing dark blue jeans and a gray t-shirt covered by a black skater jacket.  He looked just like any other average guy you might see on the street.  That was the way he liked it.  He glanced at the car, and stuck his hands in his jacket pockets.  Was he really going to do this?<br/>He shook his head and started slowly walking towards the car.  His brother often needed drugs to keep up with his addictions, and Tyler knew he wouldn't be able to stop him.  He found other ways to deal with it.  Tyler would handle the shipments directly, so he could lower the amount of drugs his brother received without him knowing it.  Slowly and surely hes been starting to wean his brother off of the stuff, but his brother was far from broken of the addiction.<br/>Tyler gripped the handle of the door and pulled open the door.  He slid into the passenger seat and nodded at Jack.  "Hey," He said to him before leaning back in the seat.  "I think I saw the others, they should be on there way," He said and looked out the window.  There wasn't that much else for him to say really.  He had been on these runs with Jack before, but they weren't exactly /friends/ more like...business partners.