Vicious Cycle

Vicious Cycle IV

VICIOUS CYCLE

IV

The next evening, the time was around seven o’clock in the evening. The day was long and as a consequence the evening was reasonably bright, and noticeably clear. Selected Dons Galore members met up at the warehouse all dressed in dark coloured, so called ‘street-wear’ tracksuits and hoodies. Major; Sparks; Element; Rapid and Critical were all present and were visibly and mentally ready for action as they all had various weapons. Suddenly, two young adult males of Sierra Leonean descent arrived with one road sign respectively

“Whiz and Pro! What’s good?” Critical declared as the twins touched fists with him and everyone else

“We’re cool, still. Pro was acting like a fucking idiot ‘cause he did grand theft auto earlier” Trenton Nathan aka Whiz declared

“Shut up, man. You’re the idiot. You forgot that we had to go to those waste men’s base to steal the weed and fuck their place up!” Tyrone Nathan aka Pro stated as they both took a seat

“Who’s this guy chatting to? Honestly, don’t piss me off, man” Whiz stated as he flipped over his road sign in frustration

“Oh my days…Can you two calm down?” Critical grinned as he shook his head in disbelief that brothers were acting that way

“Fucking hell, you two are brothers? Twins in fact, you two always beef. Same shit, different day” Element smiled

“Not even, it’s this guy who instigates bullshit” Pro declared “Element, you know it”

“I’m gonna let that one go, cause one more gas talk and I will not hesitate to give you one big box to your face” Whiz stated

“Wait a minute...You two have road signs? You two are mental, I swear. I rate that” Major declared as he grinned

“Trust, it was nothing. I crashed into two road signs from the car I jacked. Whiz and I was like ‘Fuck it’ and we took the signs. The feds got there too late” Pro laughed “Where’s General? What’s he saying?”

“He’s coming soon, innit?” General declared

“Where’s Pounds, Hunter, Goblin, Sinister and all our guys?” Whiz declared

“It’s just us. Too many man would make things too bait, you get me?” Element declared

“Bait…Oh you mean obvious, init?” Pro declared

“I beg you, shut the fuck up. Honestly, please” Whiz shook his head in frustration. Pro sat back and chilled

“Fuck, life is so hard I swear it” Major declared, as he swung a biker chain out of boredom “Hope this plan goes well because I need to sell the weed. I’m more broke than a smashed vase”

“…Was that meant to be a smart remark or something?” Critical grinned, as he held a baseball bat “It sort of made sense. We all are broke, to a certain extent. Plus, Bonfire Hype think they’re on Cloud nine, so we’re gonna bring them crashing bare hard down to earth, you get me?”

“Trust, rude boy” Rapid grinned as he and Critical touched fists, Rapid had a crowbar in the other hand

“Cool. Where the fuck is General, man? He’s taking his time like we ain’t got a motive” Element declared, as he rubbed his brass knuckles

“Shut the fuck up, complaining like some idiot set-up girl” Major answered back

“You know something? Some next foolish set-up chick tried it with me the other day. She was sexy, man.  I think she was Irish or something, but she had a London accent. When I clocked on to her game plan, I gave her one back hand. I was like ‘Are you dumb, don’t ever try that again. If you even look at me, just know your life is finished’” Rapid declared “She honestly didn’t know about Dons Galore. Idiot chick, I threatened her to tell me which gang she was from, and she said she’s from Bad Man Lane. I swear I would have finished her, but Major called me to do something, still”