Sam drove to the pool hall and parked his car in the back. He got out and shut the door quietly, walked to the back door, and knocked.
When someone came to the door they opened a small hole in the middle of the door and poked out a large gun.
"Who is it?" Someone on the other side of the door barked.
"Langley sent me," Sam answered.
The door rattled and then finally it was opened, a rifle pointed at Sam's chest.
"What's your name?" the rifleman asked.
"Bo Davis," Sam answered.
"What do you want with the Double Ds or the D Street Defenders?"
"I'm without a gang and I need someone to run with. Langley told me you're into people moving and big bucks and that's what I want, the big bucks."
"What've you done?" questioned the rifleman.
"Spent five years in a county pen in upstate New York for grand theft auto, another three for robbing a liquor store," Sam answered as he rubbed the scar that ran down the left side of his face.