Sweets family ranch.

*Sweets enters the property, what was once a three story farm house has been expanded over years and years to be a large fortified mansion, several reapers on site for maintenance and protection. Sweets stumbles inside going to his office.

*Sweets rides in with his drunken cohort and looks at him.*You can sleep it off in my office.

B quickly lifts the strange growth off his head and pushes it back to sweets with a little 'Ew', then tries to climb out of the side car. His inebriated state doesn't help the situation, and he just slides belly first over the hood of the side car until his hands touch the ground.

*Sweets sighs, reabsorbing the helmet. He the wraps an arm around the thin hacker carrying them to his office.* Come on tough guy.

B just dangles until they are in his office. "I'm trash," is mumbles out from underneath his mask.