*Sweet takes a break at the gym in Marina Beach*

*phone rings*

Sweet: Yea, sweet here.

Ryder: Hey fool.

Sweet: What is it Ryder?

Ryder: Did you notice the streets getting smaller?

Sweet: What are you talking about?

Ryder: I was driving down the hood and I notice the streets being empty like some kind of evacuation.

Sweet: Speak up n*****. It better not be the dope talking

Ryder: No, no. Did you ever take the time to look where the homies are at yo??

Sweet: Not really. I don't have the time to chill with every single grove member in the ghetto. A matter of fact, it will be near to impossible as we have an army of groves.

Ryder: Exactly!!! Where are they at?! They're all gone!!! They aint even at home so you know what I did?? I tracked down their cell phones and it was found at the police department. We only have like twenty homies in the streets right now for all I counted.

Sweet: What the f***?! You're f****** with me right?!

Ryder: Check for your self. You better keep a low profile because the cops are everywhere in Grove. It must of been something that the Ballars or Vago's have done. Triple nining. Hell, it could even be that insider fool you have hanging around the hood.

Sweet: Forget about the cops, the gang banging bust3rs and that insider fool. I need to find a way to get our homies out but how.... f***.

Ryder: I can't help you anymore man until the heat is low. Call me up when s*** is back to normal.