BMK (Bad Men Killers)

Chapter 2: New Chapters

After the encounter that solidified their partnership, Jori and Woody knew they needed a secure place to operate—a stronghold where they could store their growing stash of drugs and money, plan their next moves, and avoid prying eyes. The streets were dangerous, and it wouldn’t be long before someone else tried to muscle in on their territory. They needed a base of operations, somewhere off the radar, and Uaboe, a quiet and relatively secluded district, seemed like the perfect spot.

Uaboe was a small, less populated area of Nauru, known more for its modest homes and local shops than for any criminal activity. It was an unassuming place, and that’s exactly what Jori and Woody needed. They scouted the area carefully, looking for a location that would offer both privacy and a strategic advantage. After weeks of searching, they found it—an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the district.

The warehouse had clearly seen better days. The roof sagged in places, and the windows were either shattered or boarded up. But the building was solid, with thick concrete walls and a large basement that could serve as a storage area. The location was perfect: isolated enough to avoid unwanted attention, yet close enough to the main roads for easy access and distribution.

With their decision made, Jori and Woody got to work. They spent their days repairing the structure, patching up the roof, and reinforcing the doors and windows. They also installed a few security measures—nothing too high-tech, just enough to keep out anyone who might stumble across their hideout. Woody, always resourceful, managed to scavenge some materials from other abandoned buildings nearby, saving them money and reducing the risk of being noticed.

The basement of the warehouse became their treasure trove. It was damp and cold, with low ceilings and exposed pipes, but it served its purpose well. They set up metal shelves along the walls, where they carefully organized the drugs by type and quantity. The money was stored in locked crates, hidden in the back, out of sight. Woody, who had a knack for finding hidden spaces, even discovered a small, concealed room behind one of the basement walls. They decided to use it as a secure vault for their most valuable items, a place where they could keep their biggest earnings and any critical documents they might acquire.

Jori and Woody also made sure the warehouse had multiple exits. They knew that if something went wrong, they needed a quick way out. The main entrance was reinforced with heavy metal bars, and they created two additional exits: one through a side door that led to an alley, and another through a trapdoor in the basement that opened into a narrow underground tunnel. The tunnel was a remnant of some old infrastructure project, and it led to a secluded spot in the nearby woods—perfect for a discreet escape if the need arose.

As they settled into their new hideout, Jori and Woody began to feel the weight of their growing operation. The warehouse wasn’t just a place to store drugs and money; it was the foundation of their budding empire. It was here that they would plan their future moves, expanding their reach across Nauru and beyond. The walls, once empty and crumbling, now held the potential for power and influence.

With their hideout established, Jori and Woody were ready to take the next step. The streets of Uaboe might have been quiet for now, but Jori knew that wouldn’t last. Their ambitions were too big to remain hidden forever. But for now, they had a safe place to regroup, strategize, and continue building their empire brick by brick.

In the dim light of the basement, surrounded by their growing wealth, Jori and Woody looked at each other with a shared understanding. This was just the beginning. They were laying the groundwork for something far greater than either of them had ever imagined. And with their hideout in Uaboe, they finally had the security and freedom to pursue their ambitions without fear.

In Uaboe, the streets were controlled by two rival gangs, each fiercely guarding their own slice of territory. These gangs had been entrenched in the district for years, their influence spreading through extortion, drug dealing, and intimidation. They were well-known and feared by the locals, their names whispered in fear, their colors avoided. But amidst the chaotic balance of power in Uaboe, there were two young men who operated independently, carving out a niche for themselves in the shadows—Jori and Woody.