Deadeye leaned down and picked up the phone. "You're a good fighter, I'll give ya that." Deadeye said

"Thanks."

"He's not lying, Vaughn knows, Vaughn was a good fighter in his day" Deadeye said

"That's the guy on the other line?"

"No, Vaughn was the original leader of Group 2, before Jeff. Im not allowed to reveal the person on the other line." Deadeye said

"Okay. Do you need any help?"

"Nah, you get used to pain after a while." Deadeye said, before smashing the window behind him with his elbow. "If you do accept the contract I'll see you at Sons of Guns headquarters, if not, then I don't know." Deadeye jumped out the window.

"I'll see you later, then." Destra began limping back to the hospital.

Matt was in his hospital be, but still in his uniform, refusing doctor's orders to put on something with less stress on his body.

Destra limped into the hospital, requesting to visit Matt.

"He in room 3 on the second floor." The secretary said. "Be careful though, we can't exactly verify his mental state."

"Alright. Thanks." Destra began heading to Matt's room.

Matt heard someone coming, so he got up from his laying position to a sitting position and took his breathalyzer off.

Destra stepped into Matt's room. "'Ello?"

"Hello." Matt said. "What can I help you with?"