Davis'P.O. V.
"What are we doing here, Davis?"
Frank was the first in the group to speak. There's never been a time I have seen him intimidated, not even now in a room full of criminals and large men with even larger muscles. He had buzzed his black hair down for the summer, barley leaving any on his scalp. It only added to his tough demeanor as he crossed his arms, scanning the room with nothing more than destent.
"I need a favor. Quite a few favors, actually. I am calling in what I'm owed."
"Must be pretty big for all of us to be called here," he mused, gesturing with his head around the room.
"Each of you has a specific set of skills that I need. Starting with you, Frank."
"I'm all ears, Dave," he smirked at me, using my least liked nickname. He was trying to get under my skin like old times. The man was annoying as hell, but the only one I knew to be able to hack into any security system around without getting caught.