Joe had a very few friends, but they had power and faith in his ability and his word. This came in handy. Joe got word that we were being watched, of course we knew that, but it was interesting who told us. It was the nephew of the big boss. The boss man was always giving his nephew a hard time, no matter what he did or did not do. His nephew Vince was a good guy and just looking to do a job, keep his head down and enjoy life. It is not my style, but there is nothing wrong with it, it might even be a better way to live than to always be looking for new ideas and problem solving for the world.
Vince was running the club after Joe left for the security and logistics business. I was able to help Joe with a logistics contract that made him a fortune. I always hated working with the company suites but I did learn from them. The problem with making money is that if you are too successful, someone wants to take it from you. In this case take it from you, your family and leave the body parts scattered outside the wall. Not exactly how I saw my future, and my brother felt the same way. Well, since Vince was family and running the club, he had a little more access to the inner circle that myself or Joe ever had. The big boss was not pissed that Joe had made money running trucks in the Zombie infested outlands. He was WAY pissed than Joe had made so much money and was able to run so many more miles so quickly than the bean counting suites predicted could be done when the contracts were signed.
