Since coming to this "hellhole", the only word to flash across Hox's head was "boredom". The only person he knew was Wick, and he was about as fun to be around as a soggy hot dog. There was no heists to be had, no problems to start, and his beloved deagle were reduced to a fuckin' child's toy. He couldn't even do what he normally does when he's bored: Drink himself stupid and pick fights off the street. He laid down on the ground and pouted like a child. "Errrrrrrrrrrrrrgh. How am I supposed to ENJOY myself 'round here? Fuckin' hell."














