And after another long day of mind-numbing boredom washing and filling bottles and seeing characters come and go from the office, the driver headed upstairs to ask Tyler for his and his colleagues pay.

 

When he entered the office, Tyler was on the phone, and Angel was nodding off on the couch.

 

"I'll be back here around midnight tonight... I can't talk now, I gotta go!" said Tyler on the phone.

 

After he hung up, he looked at the driver.

 

"You're looking to get paid, right?" asked Tyler.

 

"Of course. We need money like everyone else."

 

"I hear you, bro, and I feel bad, but you'll get paid as soon as I can pay you."

 

Tyler quickly moved on.

 

"You seem like a bit of a badass, bro. Have you ever smoked crack?"

 

"No," said the driver.

 

"Here, smoke some with Angel," he said as Angel got up and put her hand on the driver's shoulder.

Tyler handed her a pipe.

 

The driver wasn't about to enter a world of untold horror and despair, and he knew exactly what Tyler was doing.

 

He wanted him hooked on the crack that he provides and to get his colleagues hooked through him so they will be dependent and eventually his debts to them will be erased.

 

It is a page right out of the British East India Company playbook, but of course Tyler was completely ignorant of that history.

 

"I'm not here for that," exclaimed the driver.

 

"Well, you'll get paid when I can pay you."

 

"And tell your friends they better be here Monday or they are fired."

 

With that, the driver left and headed home.

 

Once at home, he informed the other two of what had transpired, and the main takeaway was that Tyler would be at the shop around midnight that night.

 

So the greys gathered their weapons and a crowbar and loaded them into a hockey bag and then placed it by the front door.

 

Tonight they attack.

But with midnight hours away, they decided to pass the time playing Mahjong in their apartment.