Frustration gnaws at Nacho internally. What the fuck, man? The nail salon's parking lot is crawling with cops, and he's not dumb or suicidal enough to get within a ten foot radius of whatever the hell is going on over there. Especially not in a vehicle known to the cops. He can hear a voice in his head telling him it was stupid to come here in this van, and he mentally swats it away like an irritating fly. He didn't know this place was gonna be crawling with cops, okay.
So he sits in his van, both hands lazily resting on the steering wheel and his head on his hands, parked some distance away. But close enough to see. Watching. Waiting.
Jimmy had asked Mike for... something. Nacho isn't clear on the details. But Mike, as it turns out, is otherwise occupied today. Nacho had promised Mike he'd help Jimmy instead, with whatever it was Jimmy needed. He hadn't asked Mike why he needed Nacho to go instead, but he figures Mike's gotta have something more important to do. He wonders if Mike told Jimmy to expect him; selfishly, he kinda hopes not, because he wants to see Jimmy jump out of his skin as revenge for having to wait outside this police-filled parking lot. Mike's usually so thorough, though, that Nacho can't imagine he wouldn't have filled Jimmy in.
That's when he sees it. A familiar(...ish? It's not like they're close or anything) ginger combover exiting the nail salon. He sits up a little and gets ready to turn the key in the ignition. He just needs Jimmy further away from the cops first... come on, man...
6.
So he sits in his van, both hands lazily resting on the steering wheel and his head on his hands, parked some distance away. But close enough to see. Watching. Waiting.
Jimmy had asked Mike for... something. Nacho isn't clear on the details. But Mike, as it turns out, is otherwise occupied today. Nacho had promised Mike he'd help Jimmy instead, with whatever it was Jimmy needed. He hadn't asked Mike why he needed Nacho to go instead, but he figures Mike's gotta have something more important to do. He wonders if Mike told Jimmy to expect him; selfishly, he kinda hopes not, because he wants to see Jimmy jump out of his skin as revenge for having to wait outside this police-filled parking lot. Mike's usually so thorough, though, that Nacho can't imagine he wouldn't have filled Jimmy in.
That's when he sees it. A familiar(...ish? It's not like they're close or anything) ginger combover exiting the nail salon. He sits up a little and gets ready to turn the key in the ignition. He just needs Jimmy further away from the cops first... come on, man...