The Empire's Descent (First Draft)

Chapter 60: Assassignments

LUCA'S POV

Sanka sped down the highway and I'm feeling for the scenic route so, I tell him,"take Fern Valley". He doesn't question me, and put on his indicator, forcing his way into the turnoff lane.

"Bomboclaat, country-man! Yuh come a Town an' buy yuh license an nuh practice?! Come out a e bomboclaat way, man!", a trucker swore as he took the left lane to make a right turn.

"Pussy, a me yah deal'id suh? A ME yah deal'id suh!!!", Sanka pulled down his darkers to grin at the offensive driver.

"Mi bomboclaat, batty-bwoy Sanka, Di gyal dem ancha' dat!"?, the driver exclaimed in disbelief and returned a hearty smile.

"Move an' gweh, batty-man, yah pussy!", they laughed heartily.

I sat in the driver's seat, holding my forehead as Jamaicans baffled me. How ya gonna call someone gay and then say they're "girls' anchor" in the same breath?

"Aye, unuh come out a e bomboclaat way!", someone behind us honked and broke up the joyous meeting.

"Yo, up enuh?!", Sanka honked and gave the truck a wide berth.

"Tek it easy, y'ear?", the trucker blared his horn as he made the turn and trucked up the treacherous malt hill.

Everyone knowingly understood to wait until the truck made it.

Except for Mad Might, one of the coasters that run from Colours, Nova to Bath, St. Thomas and back. It's overstuffed and the music was deafening, but the vibes nice.

"Ay, nice man, beg yuh some money nuh"?, a thick woman opened her window and shouted at me.

I smirked at her, while my hidden right arm reached for the glove compartment. I took out three (3) JMD5000 bills, crumpled them together and tossed it directly into her open palm that snapped shut, like a crocodile's jaws.

"Mi love yuh, y'ear"?, she blew me a kiss and I sent one back. Yeah, man, di vibes nice...

The way is clear, and we're cruising in the Valley. So natural, except for the concrete road, but I'm not complaining.

Sanka signaled our Team to pull over into a rest area, where higglers displayed their crafts.

I bought half the jewellery on all nine tables. I purchased the jerk chicken and pork and festival from the family at the only jerk stall. And if I stuffed four (8) JMD5000 in the little girl's homemade dolly's pocket, then only the Mother would know later... as told in my vision.

The scenic route took two and a half hours, but the party has only just begun.

John Crow Batty filled 90% of my cup and Pepsi, the rest. The speakers make me taste the bass. One fat girl with a big ass was thundering me to the ground. Di vibes nice.

"Bomboclaat, watch dah fatty deh! Don't kill him, mi seh!", the famed selector, DJ KoolGang, noted my pleasurable plight.

"Jah-Jah, unuh help mi friend!", Sanka looked up from Kess' neck and ran to my aid. He gripped my left arm and Marco took my right. Together, we weathered this woman's thunderous claps.

My pants split and I lost the match. She scorned me, as I sat, spent, on the ground, before prowling away, on the hunt for her next conquest.

"Yo, yuh rusty, bredda"?, Teet' remarked in a drawl, sat in a conjoined table and chair made out of palettes, ever-high. He held his spliff in the gap of his two front teeth, one tooth was longer than the other and was visible when his mouth was closed. Hence, the name, Teet'.