25 – Taurus CrewOrin gestured to the left when they reached the corner. As they turned and kept walking, he gave Hector a sideways glance and asked, “So, what was your meeting about? You mind me asking?”“Just ID stuff.”“ID stuff?”Hector nodded, gesturing to his face. “Why the PKs were on my case.”“Ah, right. Grando get it sorted?”Hector nodded. “All good.” Before leaving, he’d told Grando to keep his mouth shut about the Redwick business, and he intended to do the same; the last thing he needed was one of the crime boss’s goons reaching out to Tacitianus to try to score an easy payday.“Well, listen,” Orin said, gesturing down the street, as if to indicate their eventual destination, “this apartment building Raven’s sister lives in used to be run by a guy who was in pretty deep to Grando—gambling debts. So, anyway, he used to kick up some of the rent he collected, and it was pretty well-known that the building was ours. You follow?”Hector nodded.“So, about two months back, the guy kicked it—heart attack or something. Since then, new management moved in, and Grando told us to lay off; the old manager was almost done with his debt, and Grando didn’t think it was worth trying to shake down the new company.”Hector continued to nod, Orin’s reasons for keeping their current activities quiet crystalizing.“So, yeah, Taurus Crew moved in, and I don’t think Boss would be happy about me going over there to lay down the law. He’s not really into conflicts with other crews.”Hector shrugged. “So we just do an anonymous good deed.”“That’s how I’m looking at it. Shit, man, I thought I’d have to sell you on the idea.”“Nope.” Hector didn’t bother explaining that he didn’t need an excuse to take out some thugs; gathering potentia and bit-lockers was enough incentive for him at the moment. The more he thought about Redwick Station, the more he realized he’d need to (...)