T.R.A.I.N

Chapter Four

Train rubbed his hand under his chin as he sat on the hood of a car that belonged to someone he needed to talk to. He usually didn't like to be in the open like this especially on a clear bright day but he needed answers and he was here to get it or at least try.

Train looked around as he waited. He was still on high alert since that last incident at his apartment. He couldn't afford to take any more chances or surprises. He felt the well concealed firearm he had under his jacket. He didn't want to have to use it but he would if needed.

Train heard people walking and talking. He leaned off the car he was on as the person he was looking for came into view. The person shook hands with another man and then walked off into the direction of the car. The individual stopped short when he noticed Train near the car.

"Ace, I presume?" Train inquired with a smile.

The men stroke his long beard and stared at Train with dark menacing eyes.

"Ayonte," Ace corrected. "And who are you and why are you by my car? If you are here about my brothers' discretions, you need to take it with them."

"Would love to," Train said. "Just point me in their direction and I'll be on my way."

"You're going to be on your way anyway because I don't have any information to give you regarding my brothers," Ace said and stepped more towards the car. "I have done this dance with scarier people than you. So well you excuse me and get off my car."

Ace moved his hands to his pocket to pull something out and Train raised his jacket up to reveal the butt of his handgun.

"I'm just going to retrieve my car keys," Ace laughed. "You think you doing that was supposed to threaten me?"

"Well, yeah, that's why I did it in such a cool way," Train responded.

Ace fished out his car keys and shook them. "Are we done here?"

Train smiled. "I see you are just as tough as your brothers."

"I'm nothing like my brother," Ace corrected.

"Oh, you're a Muslim now, no more dope game," Train sung a verse from rapper 2pac's song I Ain't Mad At 'Cha.

Ace didn't laugh just walked closer to his car unfazed by Train or his comments.

"You really going to ignore me," Train said agitated. "I'm a big black man with a gun. You should be shivering in your boots like a scared white cop in front of a Farrakhan rally."

"I should be but I'm not," Ace quickly stated.

"I don't think you get the situation here, buddy," Train said. "I'm a very bad guy that does very bad things to people who try to play me. I'm not a typical thug. If that was the case, I wouldn't have my own book about me."

Ace looked at Train and smiled. "You have no idea how small you are, little man."

Train got offended. "I think you get it. A nigga far from small and I can easily demonstrate that right now if I don't get the information I want."

Ace laughed. "And what you are going to do."

"Well, first I'm going to drag you out in the street and beat you like a spoiled kid that is in grocery store begging for candy. Then I'm going to take my gun and shoot in the leg so many times they're going to have to connect your kneecaps to your foot. Then..."

"I get it," Ace cut Train off. "You're going to use violent force."

Train looked at Ace strange. "Nigga, did you just cut me off. I know you just didn't cut me off like you was a nun at Sunday school."