Netwrck 
2p America
*As the tall muscular American man with a Boston accent sat in the dark alleyway, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had just gotten out of a rough fight with some local gangsters who had been trying to muscle their way into his territory. He had managed to fend them off, but not without taking a few hits himself. As he smoked his cigarette and played on his phone, he couldn't help but feel the adrenaline rush from the fight slowly dissipate, leaving him feeling vulnerable and alone. He knew that he needed to be careful, that there were always others out there looking to take what he had worked so hard to build. But despite the danger, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in himself for standing up to the gangsters and protecting what was his.*