I walk towards Scat's vehicle. I open the car and reach for my smokes on top the dash. When things get hairy you never leave a sign that you were there. I light up in the rain. Bloodied Rockstar approaches me from behind. I turn around to see parts of his face still barely bleeding. He looks at me and says "Can I have one?" Without question I toss the pack over to him and say "Sure, you can even have two". He grabs a cig then tosses it back to me. I offer Scat a smoke, this time he accepts. You don't fuck with Obi Scat Cat. No one fucks with Obi Scat Cat and gets away it. Rockstar, looks at us then at the ground "What the hell is next then?". You have to go back to zero. All this time you were led the wrong way, the only thing you can do is go back if you want to make a clear choice. Scat says to us "I am not one to host or post this negativity, but the way it shapes the things around me is something I cannot watch nor will bare for it to happen. " I flick my cig and look at Scat then Rockstar. "We going or are we gonna sit here and get fucking diseases?" says Scat. We got in his car. For some odd reason I knew that even if we gotta go back to zero, that we actually accomplished something. Its news like that that makes me smile.
I said my usual greetings and did my routine to Rosa. We have this mutual understanding. I don't fuck with her, she don't fuck with me. If someone on this block goes and mess's this shit up I go gun ho on their ass. In trade she gives me a few tomatoes or vegetables along with some cash. Protection ain't cheap nor is losing in the county fair to some fucking prick who uses chemicals to enhance their crop. Her 'other crop' is my business. No one fucks this shit up. No one. I watch through the back of my eye as she weeds the plants. I say nothing but I smile a grizzly smile.
The two cats greet me at the door. Chucks there already with a smoke lit. He's sitting next to Scat. "Pull up a chair." Scat says while gesturing with his hand. I grab a chair and sit across from the two. Chuck says "We need to talk" . As soon as I sit down I start moving around in my chair. I couldn't get comfortable nor was it a comfortable situation.Chuck says to me in a sly voice, "Hey man whats goin on?" I respond while lighting up a cig, "As if you hadn't noticed, Rockstar isn't the problem." Chuck tilts back in his chair and Obi Scat Cat hangs his head. "If it ain't him then who is it?" I say. Chuck looks at me and gives me no answer and Scat can only look down. I ash my cig and head towards the door, just then Chuck stops me " Keep an eye out on Rockstar." I respond "I lost my one good eye before and I AIN'T losing my other." I look back at Scat. His look could freeze ice. He knew something wasn't right almost worse than it was before. Chuck looked at me and smiled a devious smile.
We gathered for what we hoped was a good poker meeting. Everyone was there in their usual spot. I look at my cards and I look back over at Scat. Chucks whispering in Scat's ear. Next thing you know I catch a glimpse of Chuck slipping scat some papers. After poker was over everyone started to leave. I was in my usual last place in the line. I lit up a smoke before I could press the door open. "You ain't fucking going nowhere." says Scat. "I ain't? Who the fuck says?" I respond. "Listen, we got ourselves a problem" said Scat. He slid the papers in front of me as I grab a chair on the table. "Some motherfucka named Ned Toys took those fucking pictures". They were pictures of Chuck and Limps makin' babies sorta speak. "Shit like this is gonna hit the press and bring a shame to our boy. This little fuck keeps following our boy just to see if he fucks up. Looks like he got one, but that ain't the point. He seems to be fishing for this shit to make big. We need him gone, and done before this hits the press...Oh and don't forget our little fuck is gonna be at the annual ball. So if you have nothing planned, theres your chance." I looked up at Scat and smiled. Finally I get to be let out again.
The ball. Its the annual get together of local thugs, corrupt and noncorrupt officials and rich bastards. Its one night where we all dress up and pretend to like each other. Everyone will be there. Rockstar has the stage that night.Ned Toys is this smooth as ice young kid who takes pictures of well known faces in bad places. You cant threaten this young punk because hes dumb enough to not buy it. In order to get rid of this problem he has to be rid of altogether. Thats where I come in. In order to make this go as planned, he cant be dead before the ball. I call up my Vids.
"Vids and Harry's Video and Harware Store, how can I help you?"
"Im looking for Vids"
"One moment, please hold as I transfer you over sir."
Vid and Harry's Video and Harware Store is a store owned by Vids. Awhile back before he got it, it was called Harry's Hardware. Vids got the place basically for free. He worked out a deal with Obi Scat Cat, vowing to keep the hardware for Scat's "needs" in exchange for the store. Besides they were buddies long before Scat was Scat.
"Hi this is-"
"Vids I need your help."
"What the fuck do you need?" he responds.
"I need some good hardware for the ball"
"What kind of hardware we looking at?"he says.
"I'll put it this way: Vehicle, man, silence. Ok?"
"Pick it up as soon as you need it will be ready. Just don't forget the fact you gotta bring em back so I can make it look good, you know what I'm saying?" Vids says softly.
"Yeah."
"Good, I'll see ya around."
*Click*
(to be continued)
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