“This the spot?” Legacy said, looking at the abandoned warehouse building. They were out in the fucking desert about forty-five minutes outside of Los Angeles.
            “Hell yeah,” Quan said as he was looking at the GPS on his phone. He already told the crew to stay back a little bit.
            Once they were out of the car, Legacy put his .40 in his back pocket, and Quan grabbed the duffle bag filled with the two million dollars...