The year is 1984 in a region of Southern California known as "Hundido Valley" In this particular year of high school, mysterious accidents have led to the shutdowns of all neighboring high schools. Forcing the population of five high schools into Hu...
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A building that used to work on cars completely shifted to a professional establishment. From a sloppy shop, with oil stains all over the floor, and cobwebs scattered all around. To an utterly refurbished building. New windows, the walls washed down, not even a single speck of dirt in the area.
BDK walked from Lobos's house. Seeing the mobs coming into the building like it was a party. Lobos saw some of the groups that weren't too particularly fond of him.
The Barrio Boys strutting in. Shoving and pushing past the others with their shoulders.
"Hey, hey, hey!" - Not even inside yet and the fights are already brewing.
That's when Lobos noticed the first adult, employed by the Rizzos. Dressed like a CIA agent in a black Taylor suit. Like shady business, but professional shady business.
They separated the shoving groups.
"You do that again and you're banned." Said the shadow-faced man. Held the boys by the shoulders as he towered over them. As soon as the leader opened his mouth to protest. The shady man lifted his shirt to reveal a jet-black pistol. He silently shook his head. The Barrio Boys scoffed and they continued to enter.
