Crosswalk: Ultimate Duels

Gang Matters

Cecillia drove us out here, at the edge of the city. She was probably going to try a few fast ones on me, but I stood at the back of the car. Now that we're here, I can see why Nataelo is such a challenge. "He's a bit of a big shot, like our boss," so she told me, but I didn't realise how much of a 'big shot' someone leading a gang of dick slappers must be. He owns this goods company, which is humongous, and this is just one of the many locations! We are waiting some distance away, looking through binoculars, it seems like this isn't her first time doing this.

Many, large trucks, filled to the brim with goods come and go from these warehouses. The gates are tight with security and there seem to be about ten of those warehouses, each about a medium football field's area, the roofs hanging high above. Most of the parking spots are occupied by empty trucks, waiting for their refill, while some, towards a building at the left side of this warehouse space, are expensive-looking cars. "Those are the other gang leaders," *pop* she tells me as she chews on that gum of hers, cherries. "We will take one of the first to get out," take? I hope she doesn't mean murder. I know how out of hand these sorts of conflicts can get when things get heated like they did back there. "There he is," she nudges my shoulder and points in a direction. A man, in his forties or so, comes out of the building. His suit has golden models on it, in the form of dollar signs, on black leather. He wears some purely black- oh wait, another comes out, both are shaven. And another, another, and... are those his bodyguards?!

"That's him, our boy Nataelo," I see him as well. He's taller than all his bodyguards, white suit with sparkling models on it, white shoes with an... odd thing at their ends and hills, golden in look. Several rings all his fingers, each different with a number of gems. When he smiles, it almost leaves be blind! Damn those shiny things, are they diamonds? Looking back, he does this thing, slaps the crotches of each man coming out behind him. Those must be the other gang leaders, they smile, but once they turn their backs, the veins start popping up on their foreheads, holding for dear life onto their nuts. She says we will take the first to come out, which I guess is not Nataelo, but the guy in the crocodile leather suit. "Take this," she hands me a heavy, wooden baton. "You wack him, I put this on his head," a potato sack, of course.

"Is this legal?" the answer is obvious, but I had to ask, just to check my sanity. She doesn't even glance at me, doesn't seem like she even acknowledged my question, still looking through the binoculars.

"Who gives a crap about that?" I think the police and the whole justice system does. " 'Sides, they were going to do much worse with you," she has a point, still though. She puts down the binoculars, puts the car in reverse a bit, then we move to the left. "If we let them do as they please, then your ass and mine are getting slapped by their dicks," jesus. "And police ain't gonna do shit," I'm guessing some sort of bri- "They're afraid of them.". That's a plot twist. "They got worse since the mayor decided to spend his resources in that stupid war," *pop* she parks parallel to the gates through which the cars start leaving while chewing on gum, strawberry. The crocodile leather suit guy goes first, and we follow him. "So they got rather daring as of late, and it's of course our job to deal with these sorts of things," I see.

The crocodile leather suit guy keeps going forward, out of the city. Meaning, they have gangs in other cities? Once we're at some distance behind him, Cecillia accelerates. "I'll make it seem like an accident, so be prepared," what does she-SHIT! She takes a sudden left turn, makes it seem as if we're trying to go past him, but a car is obviously coming from the opposite lane! "Hold on tight kid," I obey. Then, in order to 'avoid' the car ahead, she turns right and we crash into the crocodile leather suit guy's car. We both derail off of the road, into a field to our right. Cecillia seems to still hold control of the car, strong woman, while the other car goes spinning.