A Rose In Harlem

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If only the exhaustion got better as time went on, it didn't the exact opposite. It had been three days since Bishop had really seen Chicago, sure in passing- he would often drive the man to class and pick him up but he was so busy lately. The streets were talking, shit yelling if you asked Quincy. They couldn't catch Trystan- every day they would be so close but nothing. People were leaving sides- Titan still in jail. Not to mention Chicago had to drop bodies almost every night. He started it when he got his revenge for Bishop- he knew that. He would do it all over again for him again but he was tired. Quincy was there a few times to be the driver- Chicago trusted less and less people as the time went on. Most days it was just them plotting. Earlier that morning he couldn't drive Bishop to school because he wasn't back yet. Dime's shop got shot up around 8 in the morning- so instead of going home after being out all night he had to go there. Tried to look through many cameras she had around the shop, tried to look for any trace of who couldn't did this- but of course like most things it was merely a distraction.

"Who the fuck shoots shit up in the middle of the day?" Quincy complained. Chicago kneeled down and picked up a bullet shell, he looked around staying quiet listening to Dime Quincy and a few others try and find a reason why. The reason was obvious. They wanted to take them out- well that's what Chicago assume. He stood back up and glanced around before going towards the window- most of them now had no glass on them letting the cold December air through it. Just as Chicago peaked through the window he saw a car speeding down the street, within seconds of tired screeching, another round of shots went off Chicago hid behind the wall between two windows telling everyone to get down. The shots kept coming, the rest of class that hung onto the windows completely gone now. Chicago watched everyone duck and the bullets fly through hitting anything on their way. Chicago ducked down and moved three windows down before taking his gun out and starting to shoot back. He inhaled sharply to settle his breath- closed his eyes for a seconds and as soon as he opened them he sent bullets- his weren't scattered or messily trying to figure out where to shoot. He let them out fast but in an organized manner. Out the corner of his eye he saw Quincy at the corner next to him shooting as well, next to Quincy was now Dime. A few others tried to shoot further away out some other windows but Chicago couldn't focus on that. He needed the people in the car dead, must've been just as bad as they needed him. Just as a bullet came and hit his shoulder- he sent three into the car making the shooting stop. Before the room could comprehended what happened Chicago turned around with a straight face.

"Fuck yall standing here for? Follow that shit! 2007 impala bullet holes through it. I want you niggas to give me every impala in the city- place where you find it and license plate." The words made half the room rush out stumbling over their own feet, nerves still on edge from being shot at. Quincy looked at him for a second and as soon it was back to being them and Dime he nodded slightly.

"I seen you move back a bit" he mumbled, trying to get Chicago to help was nearly impossible. He's stubborn, hard headed and never sits down- unless someone tells him. The right someone.

"They got you?" Dime complained. She placed her gun on the table and made her way over to Chicago. "You need to go get checked for this shit- you know we in-

"I know what we in Dime" he started to get annoyed instantly. Chicago wore his usual all black- this time it consisted in black cargo pants, some black retro's with a hint of purple in them, then a black pull over hoodie. His shirt underneath was black with purple wording across it- then due to it being winter and his mom's voice in his head he also had on a tee shirt under it. He wasn't going to let Dime get the layers off him so when she tried he moved back yanking his shoulder away from her which only caused him more pain. "You're gonna make it worse dipshit" she scolded him but all he could think about was finding that car.