Head off

The pick-up speeds down the road, bouncing up and down the path as the roads go from dirt to tarmac again. You soon pass through the suburbs, before heading past the industrial and commercial distracts and finally into the inner city. It's not exactly the cleanest of places, and the government hasn't taken good care of this area's facilities, and there's a lot of graffiti.

For lack of a better word, it's a shithole.

Eventually, you pull up to a somewhat

"Lot of black people here," Ben notes.

"Don't be racist, Ben," Daniel says.

"I'm too smart to be racist, I'm Asian," Ben replies as the rest of you laugh. "I'm just noting that this is an area filled with a lot of black people due to a lack of class mobility and the original shitty economic barriers against blacks have created a racial class barrier."

"Shit, are we in school?" you groan. "Let's go buy ****, hurry up."

With that, you all climb out of the truck, heading towards the car. Ben stays in the truck.

"You coming, Ben?" Lukas asks.

"I'll guard the truck," Ben says. "We don't need six lads to do this."

"Do we really need six guys for this?" you ask, as Lukas knocks on the door.

The door quickly swings open, as a massive, 6'4 black dude with a thick beard opens the door.

"Shit, what are you all doing here?" he asks in confusion.

"We're here for the... you know, arrangement," Lukas says.

"What, and you decided to make a whole school trip of it?" he asks. "Fuck it, come inside, I guess. Whatever."