Three Brood Instigators

21. Canoeing II

"Come on, you can beat Darryl's score. Come on, bruh!" cheered Watefact student #2.

"Stop yelling at my ear!" angered Watefact student #1.

Clayne just watched some school kids watching one play in the tournament; fortunately, that kid lost. "BARNACLES! I SWEAR HE WAS USING MODS!" Watefact student #1 raged in defeat.

"MODS ARE FOR PC, IDIOT!!" Watefact student #3 reminded.

"MAN, SHUT UP!! DARRYL WILL SOON PAY!" angered Watefact student #1. He noticed Clayne was watching, "What ya looking at, pig face? GO AWAY!"

Clayne took that as an offense. Clayne then SPLATTERED THEM WITH THE PUDDLE ON THE CURB. "WHAT THE?! YOU..." Watefact student #1 was offended; he punched Clayne. Clayne blocked AND UPPERCUT HIS NOSE.

Watefact student #2 punched Clayne; Clayne countered the punch, punched his guts, AND THREW HIM TO THE REST OF THOSE STUDENTS. They admitted defeat. "YOU THINK CALLING ME A PIG IS A GOOD IDEA, HUH?" Clayne questioned.

"RUN!!!" Watefact student #3 panicked and ran like a coward. The rest did the same. Clayne was enraged again that he did it again; he punched a light pole even those students could hear.

At the cliff cave, "Drock, taking that type of score is too far!" Febby argued.

"Oh come on Febby!" Drock moaned. "We worked for what, one, two months now whatever, and we are still paid low to the bottom!"

Febby revised, "Drock, if you understood what investment means, money will grow in time, nothing is instant, and you know that!"

"Febby, I am as patient as I can be, but I have a feeling that they are not paying us the money; they are using us and keeping the money for themselves," Drock speculated. "Goran, you lazy ass. All these months, is $2000 the best sales you can do?"

"I am selling undercover, man, not easy, chill," Goran excused, eating breakfast at the campsite.

"Easy for you to say, darn immigrant!" Drock called.

Febby realized it was the time for her to speak honestly, "Look, Drock, I have to be very honest with you, I think you need to stop this greediness wants of yours."

"Oh is that it huh?!" Drock questioned. HE GRABBED HERMAN'S SLEEVES BEHIND HIM. "You listening to the things he said about me or something, huh?!" Drock said, later throwing Herman to the ground roughly. "HUH?!"

"I just want to make sure none of us are arrested and all of us are fed," Febby spoke.

"You keep thinking low, Febby. You keep thinking basic," Drock said. "I am not stupid, Febby. I know what an investment opportunity is. And from what I know, investment is about getting money at the right time, NOT waiting for a lot of money to come to you for one, five, billions of years later! Man, I swear, this tall-ass punk Eli, can we even trust him?!"

"You should!" Febby pointed out. "You must, I understand your point, but right now, the underground is the thing we need."

"Maybe it is what you need, Febby, not us. Is this just Vanessa's talking or what?" Drock contemplated.

"Oh screw you," Febby moaned.

Clayne came just in time. "Where were you? I need backup for a job," Febby asked.

"I was walking," Clayne said.

"Nah you ain't," Drock predicted. "I can see it in your eyes, Clayne. You were picked on again with that haircut and scar of yours, kid," Drock described. He grabbed Clayne's shoulders. "You gotta understand, Clayne. If you don't want some fuckers picking on you like a pig, then you must show them who's boss, by your strength, your money, and your own head. Because if I see it, staying at the bottom like this when we all USED TO BE IN THE VERY TOP, is not working for any of us, isn't it?"