There was a sound of a single gun shot, along with the bullet casing clinking down to the ground. "Please stop!! I'll pay!" came the whimper of a cowarding man as he held his leg that was bleeding and he was backing away from Gregorio, only to back up into the shins of his men and trapped between the men and his whimpers were soon cowering snivels. Gregorio tapped his gun against his chin and looked thoughtful, "I gave you money, and now I want it back." he said as he played with his gun, "What'd you go and spend it on? Cars? Women? Or have you gone back to gambling Johnson?" he said as he grinned as his boys had searched the place, "No money here boss, plenty of nice stuff though." one thug reported as Gregorio clicked the gun, "Nice stuff huh? Well, it's not like you're going to need it." he said as he shot the man in the head, silencers were a wonderful thing. Enough to kill him as he looked at his men, "Got the drum?" he asked as one henchman nodded, "Good, go dispose of it. You all know what to do." he said, calling their dead client an 'it'. They planned on dismembering the body, mostly getting rid of the hands and feet for dna. No blood on his clothing so that was good, now he had to leave for his son's school open house, but a change of clothing wouldn't hurt. He clearly didn't want business and his son mixing into it, "Good, let me know when it's done." he said as he left. The elementary school where his son attended was on the border of the neutral zone and now dressed in a more casual outfit, his son was just in the 1st grade and he made sure he was involved as much as he could into his son's life. He huffed as he smoothed out his dress shirt as he looked around as he spotted Cynthia and his son. "Daddy!" the small boy came running into him and hugged his legs, he sighed as he bent down a little and patted his son's head, "Hi Don." he said as he looked down at his son, the two looking alike, though he had his mother's blonde hair and looked quite happy his father was here. "Cynthia." he greeted as the woman approached them, from where he was, Gregorio could see the teacher giving him a glare, "I suppose she's already told you about Don." he said as he picked up his son, "It's your fault you know." she told him as he huffed, perhaps he did have a hand in that. "Can we talk about this later Cyn?" he asked as he put Don down. "Hey Donovan, go show Daddy your things." he said as the little boy excited ran over to his desk, "Daddy~~" he called as Gregorio followed, and a buzz came from his phone, -Boss. The body's chopped up, body's in the drum and sent off to the landfill. G.- Looking down at it, he smiled a little, "Good." he said as it was debatable if he was talking about the job or his son. It wasn't until he noticed he was missing something as Cynthia nudged at him, "Do you have the money to pay support?" she reminded him as he felt for his wallet, his non important one of course. But that was missing, 'Crap.' "I'll it to you, just not now." he said as his son was trying to tell his dad everything about his school stuff.