Moesha squeaks in fright and nods jerkily.<br/><br/><strong>"More like it's as simple as living on the wrong block around here,"</strong>Junior replies, his tone dry as a Sahara summer.  He bends down, holds a hand out to the girl to help her up.<strong>"So you found her.  Get a good look and report back.  Then don't let us catch you following us around again.  She's new around here.  You get me?"</strong><br/><br/>Another jerky nod from the skinny little teen, who stands and almost immediately tries to put Junior physically between her and you.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah.  Yeah, we can do that.  It's fair, right?  Not like you didn't expect it, right?  You know how it goes, Mister Junior.  The score and stuff."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"<em>Scram</em>, kid."</strong><br/><br/>With another fearful look your way, she scampers off...and he takes a deep breath as he watches her flee.<br/><br/><strong>"She'll be dead by twenty, poor kid. Even with the arrangement, there's always some asshole decides to test the limits."</strong>He pats you lightly on the shoulder.<strong>"My order should be ready soon.  Let's go."</strong>