Joker rolled to a stop outside the shop and hung up his phone, he could see Brian already looking over paperwork and orderforms. He checked his watch and left the car grabbing his hat on the way out. A wide smile was in his lips content with his deed last night after the races and just finished on the phone, the money would transfer into Brian's account in about five minutes. He decided to kill the time under his hood reinspecting his wires, as his watch beeped he closed the hood and pushed the door open. "Brian check your bank account!" He boomed waiting in anticipation for Brian to see the three million stashed there.

His hair stuck up in all possible directions, his face was unshaved and the shirt wrinkled. Everything about Brian screamed bad night. The argument with Mia had left him sleepless and the only thing he could do to make things better was to get off his ass and work at the garage...that would be doing something for her, wouldn't it?
All he had managed so far was grab a coffee and stare at his books which were so red it was almost unbeleivable.

Grateful for the distraction he looked up and greeted Joker, who seemed overly excited.
"What's up, bro? Check what? Why...I know that there's only about 5 bucks in there." He frowned and returned to staring at his books.

"Fuck the five bucks and fuck the books today Brian, look in your damn account." He popped open the mini fridge and pulled out a beer he had stored in the back. He popped it and plopped down in the chair across from Brian.

"Liquid breakfast?" he raised a brow at the cowboy in front of him.
Then he logged into his bank account and waited for the site to load.
He clicked on his current balance and his jaw dropped.
"What the fuck?" he muttered, then jumped up and screamed. "What the fuck...how many zeros are that?"
He jumped up and down despite his bad knee and cheered, then he stopped and looked at Walter. "You! How did you do that?"
Then his expression became more serious. "Okay, how illegal is this and in how much trouble am I going to be?"

Walter laughed, "It's clean, our ex executioner has an empty bank account. I shot you that much, um six zeroes. Just don't launch any special shows around here. The money was for two specialty cars to be routed to Switzerland. The sales receipt in your email will verify it through Dubai." He smiled widely, "I had a long night after the race. I figured a dead man won't be needing nine point eight billion dollars so I took it." He laughed loudly, he had a million plans and a million things to do. "Brian do you ever want just out of this? Like not in the garage any more?"

The money sounded legit. Brian was still going to make sure that everything was alright and he wouldn't go to prison for it.
His heart started beating a little faster when he thought about actually being a millionaire.
The next question was unexpected. "Not really, I mean, I have everything I need, right now is a bit tough but...hm." he thought what he could do with that kind of cash.
"How about you?"

"It's an easy life but not much to be desired, when you worked undercover didn't you ever want to go with Dom legitly on a run. That much cash, the rush?" He was planning something in the back of his mind, two days Back in the world of the living and he was already bored. It wasn't the need of the money, it was the rush he wanted.