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Standing on the driveway, Ryder watched the black car pull into the sparse compound of the Packhouse.

Dressed in a loose shirt, shorts, and black sneakers, with dark shades over his eyes, he was almost in sync with the other warlords standing next to him. They were dressed just like him but in different colors.

The car stopped and they waited patiently for whoever was inside to step out. And he did. Only then did Ryder let go of his taut look and broke into a full-blown smirk.

Giveon alighted the car, with a duffel bag in his hand. With a grin, he approached them, hugging Ryder. The other warlords, Fred and Jay, patted his back and they were all in random chortles.

"Good to have you back, man." Ryder was grinning from ear to ear. He had been so worried. Seeing Giveon had just given him a bit of chill.

"It's good to be home." Giveon broke off the hug, smiling at the warlords. Jay took his bag away from him, offering to carry it.

"How did it go?" Fred asked, impatiently. "Did you