VICIOUS CYCLE
V
The following few days, it was mid-morning. The weather was reasonably mild with light winds. Critical, Major and Rapid were walking on a reasonably busy London street, dressed in their trademark ‘street’ attire, composed of baggy bottoms and hoodies
“I don’t understand why we need to go to Blazer to get the guns” Major declared in an almost jealous manner “I can make the fucking guns in my back yard! You man still don’t trust me”
“Major, brother...You’re guns are shit. Simple as, and I ay that with kindness” Critical grinned but then he appeared to be in his own world
“Get me? Remember what happened last year when we tried to bust into the Demented Soldiers’ spot and the guns you made flopped?” Rapid declared “It was an epic failure”
“Waste man, you don’t rate me. Watch, I can make bombs and shit. Guns are next on my list and when I make sick ones, Blazer will be out of business, trust” Major declared, as he took out an alcoholic beverage from the carrier bag he carried
“Fuck sake, Major...This early in the morning? What’s up? Girl trouble?” Rapid declared. His phone begun to ring, and he looked on the phone. The name ‘Naomi’ was flashing and he cancelled the call
“Not even” Major declared “I just wanted to make the guns, but it’s all good, init? You man say nuttin’ it’s bless”
“Someone is obviously hurt. Calm down Major” Rapid declared. He and Major then noticed Critical was not with their conversation “Yo, Critic...What’s up?”
“Oh...Nothing man, I’m bless, still” Critical declared “I swear, Blazer is always moving all over the fucking area, it’s actually annoying”
“Trust, but a big man like him can’t be tied down to just one area, init?” Major declared “But still, you know Goblin took my stink bomb”
“Oh yeah, I was gonna ask you about that still, how was it coming along?” Rapid asked. His phone then rang again, a young female by the name of Kiki was flashing. He took a deep breath and hung up the phone
“Someone is always popular, I bet it’s one of them road runner girls” Major declared
“Road runner girls…What the fuck is you on about?” Rapid asked, pretending not to know what a ‘road runner girl’ is
“A road runner girl is a girl you mash and dash, you get me? Of course you know, why are you chatting shit?” Major grinned “You know I’m right. Mash and dash, one night stand ting, init?”
“Yeah…” Rapid replied. Critical was still in a daze, as he was clearly deeply thinking about something.
The three young men reached an apartment on a reasonably quiet London residential area. They make their way downstairs and Major knocks on the door. They wait for a couple of minutes
“ARE THEY TAKING THE MICHAEL? WHAT THE FUCK” Major barked as he punched the door in a manic fashion
“Calm the fuck down man…They’ll come out” Critical declared. A person looked from the spy hole
“Password…Waste men” The voice growled
“Yo Navy man…Fuck sake, it’s Dons Galore” Major barked in a frustrated tone “Navy…OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR”
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Vicious Cycle
Mystery / ThrillerIn a world where sinister gangs terrorize locals on the street and run the roads by fear and intimidation; two prominent gangs stand out amongst the pack as the most sinister. Dons Galore and Wavy Nation are the most sinister, both based in London...
