Jahi (Jah) and Jahkira (Jay) are twin siblings that owns the successful, Lickin Bites. One of the most successful lingerie companies in the US.
Kalima (Kay) and Nykima (Nike) got goals to becoming plus sized models. Carmel (Mel) to build a name for...
Messiah showed me and Zaire some typa plastic thin, sticky paper. We took them from him.
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I don't see shit....
"The fuck this is....?"
"Two way transmitters...." Messiah took my tie and put one of these things behind it on the clip. "We can hear each others conversations and communicate.....just us. Not Franklin or Tabitha....."
"How we gon communicate?"
Messiah gave us these lil tiny buds. "These stay on, once it attaches to your skin. So I'll be in y'all heads all night....."
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"What typa James Bond shit is this....?" Zaire muttered, I slid the earpiece in.
"Your licenses, Jackson Gilyard...." Messiah gave me my license. "Andrew Stamps." He gave Zaire his.
What.....? Of course we wasn't using our actual names......
"Oh, here.....I dunno how y'all gon do it, but get these on their phones. I can track and trace their calls and where they at. In real time." Messiah gave us another thin slip.
"You want us to pull a T'challa.....?" Zaire asked, looking at him like he crazy.
"Outta that, you decide to use Black Panther.....fuck wrong wit you?" Messiah deadpanned, moving over to his brothers tie.
"The scenario fits." Zaire shrugged.
"I don't see nothing......" I said, inspecting this slip.
Whatkinda shit is this......?
"Perks of working for the government....." Messiah smirked.
"I should be worried bout what the government is really capable of." I muttered.
When on assignment, we get unlimited access to a shitload of equipment. Guns that hadn't been approved for military use yet, we get first dibs on. Messiah gets all of this crazy access, with the typa technology that he could choose from. There's no limit on what we needed to get the job done and the government covers up any killings or actions we did. The four of us killed, it's no secret there. I don't feel bad bout it and I'm sure none of us do. So when Attorney Pierre told us about this and not to kill this Ivan....I dunno bout all that.
