Elijah couldn't help but laugh at Ruby. "First, that don't mean I ain't never shakned a nigga shawty. Second, I called you a skankopotamus, a cross between a skank and hippopotamus. Furthermore, I'll have you know a skan is defined as a derogatory term for a usually younger female, implying trashiness or tackiness, or a verb meaning to dancing to ska music while kicking your legs, and moving your arms. The hippopotamus was there for the inference of size." Elijah said softly with a smile his own vision of what passed for intellect hanging in the air. It had been a tiring day, one that could have easily been spent doing something else ten times more relaxing and fun. By this time he had killed two people, attacked without injury two more and saved the life of a friend that is now on his dumb ass list. He also deserved a spot on that list as he put himself through an ambulance. He had a feeling that his day was just getting started, that this day was going to be much longer than he thought it was.

He couldn't help but wonder that happened to the days when a man could do some pro bono work, grab a beer and just chill the fuck out? What happened to the good ole days? What happened to the days when killing another human being was just that? These days he was getting dragged into all kinda of horse shit brought on by other people. First Ruby and now he's gotta get on with the business of breaking out or killing another douche bag that tell the world who he was. Then after the arrest and public evisceration, if he lived that long. He had the money to get away with the murder of a small child in the middle of town square. After going broke, he'd be little more than those people he'd killed. A broke jack ass who paid off enough people to get away crime.

He needed a nap, nothing major but still he needed a rest. Right now the really big question was did have the time. If the other mercs that operated in the city were smart they were going after the gang lord whatever his name was. The big issue with them was they were at best incompetent and at best a danger to themselves and others. 

He was reminded again about the earlier messages one that specifically stated 

The afternoon of August 2nd, 2015 is captured with exciting news for LA: Valentine Caro, leader of the NTE has agreed to consider the plea bargain arranged for him. He has been until his trial in several days to consider accepting his handing over of information.

"Ruby, I am going to need some help... I... Uh need to get the drug dealer dude. Whatever dudes name is. I need location, sitreps, and anything else you can find." His time left was more than plenty, if he wanted to he could just level whatever building the guy was in, but that would require him finding that building. Passing out was a real problem too. A nap about an hour long would do him amazingly well but did he have the time?  "So, can you help me? I did just save your life after all." Eli shot her a sheepish look.