Sedric Reddins looked out his window of his brand new, and very pricey, apartment. It had come fully furnished with lavish furniture. He glanced back around his apartment, enjoying the sight. Moving away from the window and over to the couch, he checked the security cameras, which he now controlled, just to see in anyone suspicious had entered in the last five minutes. When he figured he was green for go, he shut off his control and moved to viewing his bank account. He had it set up under a fake name, one of many, and currently had a massive amount of money in it. He probably would have drawn suspicion, but he deposited the money at separate times. Right about now, some lard ass rich bastard, as he would have put in his own words, was wondering where his money was. Sedric smirked at the idea, then shut down his computer, going into the kitchen and getting a yogurt out of fridge. He turned on his radio, brushing his dark, chocolate brown hair out of his bright green eyes. He chuckled when he heard the radio host talking about thongs. Slacker and Steve certainly had interesting OPP's sent in. As he paced around his apartment, checking to make sure his security system was in place, he continuously glanced at the window, as if expecting the magnificent view of the whole east side of town to change. It never did though, much to the con's dismay.