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opportunity to steer the conversation back in my direction.
    “What can I expect out there though? If we have a bunch of nervous cats doing drug deals, someone weak is gonna be our downfall .”
    Surge frowns again and shakes his head. “Logan, you gotta relax.”
    I cut him off, “What if another gang beats us to it? We lost our entire operation just because you were too soft on a bunch of kids.”
    His voice lowers to a growl and he snaps out in anger. “Don’t you dare. Just because shit went wrong for you after I left California doesn’t mean it will here. We ain’t small fry, but we don’t have giant whales hovering around us either. Fuckin’ chill already. I’m the one who got in an accident, goddammit.”
    I bite my tongue and lower my gaze. Getting shit on by the president isn’t the right way to do things, but what else can I do? “I just don’t want to watch someone die again, Jesus.”
    “No one is gonna die.” I look at him and realize he thinks I’m talking about him. He still hasn’t asked about the driver, does he even remember? Maybe he is too old to be running things — he's been out of California for too long. To him, a drug smuggling exchange might just be as easy as getting money out of an ATM, but I know better. Shit went wrong all the time in Cali, and it won’t change just because we’re in Arizona now. For all I know, it’ll be harder.
    Driver comes back and knocks on the door. Surge’s expression changes instantly, and he looks over my shoulder and waves him in. Driver holds up his hands in defeat, and he looks apologetic. “The nurse told me she was too busy to be giving an old man more fun-juice.”
    Surge laughs and nearly knocks me in the face as he throws his hands out. I duck out of the way and push my chair back before standing up. He coughs and gathers himself again, and has Driver sit down next to us. I only realize now that Driver hasn’t said a word to me, but he also hasn’t screamed at me. Surge looks at me again with eyes that make me feel like I’m a rookie back in Cali again.
    “I heard that you two got in a fight earlier,” he says. “Well...” I almost expect him to dish out some wise mantra, but he doesn’t. “Cut that shit out. I can’t have two of my most loyal members fighting with each other.” Driver opens his mouth to protest, but Surge cuts in. “No, I said shut up. Driver, this drug run is gonna be your test, unless you wanna prove yourself another way... but I want you to listen to Bomb. He might not admit it, but you’re more alike than you think.” He blows air out of his nose and seems to think.
    Driver nods and looks at me. He really is young, isn’t he? I feel old, even though I don’t have the gray in my stubble just yet, like Surge. “Bomb might be an ass sometimes, but he’s not an idiot.”
    “Alright Surge, that’s enough,” I say. I let out a weak laugh and try to relax the atmosphere, but it’s still a little tense. I can tell that Surge is holding onto something he wants to say. I let it go though. “Now shake on it, it’s bad enough I can’t get Rifle to fucking calm down around here.”
    Driver extends his hand first, and I give him a firm grip and look in the eye. Surge is right though, I do remember getting my patch really quickly before, not everyone is as determined. As I let go of his hand, I realize that Surge’s test is less about the money, and more about hardening his gang. With the talk of other rivals in the area, and the weaklings coming out of the woodwork, we’re gonna need it.
    I stand and grab my vest. The patches were slightly exposed as it lay on the chair, but no one would have been able to make heads or tails of them.
    Surge coughs and raises his voice to grab my attention. “Logan, did you get the driver’s information?”
    Still turned away, I shake my head firmly. I slip my jacket on and approach the sliding door that leads out into the hallway.
    “Strange...” Surge says.
    My heart