Picking Up Shipment.

King expected that Leonard would invite him in, and they would work on a new plan. King was outside the mansion, on his bike. Waiting but instead Leonard called and gave him more orders: get eyes on Ryan, all of him, his house, his businesses, even his damn breakfast runs. Anyone Ryan spoke to, anyone that looked at him twice, Leonard wanted names, times, and receipts.

King rolled his eyes when he got the message, this wasn't what he wanted, he wanted to sit with the big dogs, he didn't want to be a shadow. King wanted to be recognized and feared. 

Then came the second task. 

"There's a shipment waiting at Dune's Edge," Leonard had said. 

"A club in the East, pick it up. Quietly. Don't open the bag."

King didn't ask questions, not because he didn't want to but because he knew the answer wouldn't come. Leonard never explained things he didn't want to understand. Still, the job gnawed at him. There was something different about Leonard's request.