Dreamweaver: Initium (OLD MANUSCRIPT)

Chapter Ten.

Heavy metal music echoes throughout the abandoned Hunter Street train station as Bulldozer sits at his desk, speaking into his radio communicator. Digital schematics of buildings in the city hover over his desk, scattered across layouts of graffiti.

“You better be sure about this, little girl!” Bulldozer says, in obvious suspicion. “This is our best chance at ending this war quickly. If you mess this up, I swear—”

“The more time you sit there and threaten me, the less time you have to finish Dream and Juelz off,” Veronica points out. “Got it?”

“Just get the materials and make the base completely open for attack,” Bulldozer replies, ignoring Veronica’s smart remark. “When I call, you better be ready.”

“I think I hear Florencia coming in. We’re waiting on you.”

Bulldozer cuts off the signal without saying another word. He turns on the intercom at his desk, picking up a pen and twirling it in his hands impatiently. The stress in his eyes is apparent, but he massages his forehead in an attempt to relax.

“Yo, Axel. Whoever’s there, send in one of the hoes so I can relax,” Bulldozer says.

“Sure thing, boss—” Axel says through the intercom speaker.

Bulldozer sits back in his chair, fixing his shirt. He unbuckles his pants and slides back away from his desk. Through the blurred glass, he sees a bright flash of flame erupt in the hideout. The intercom fizzes out as Bulldozer quickly buckles his belt back into place.

“What the hell is going on here?” Bulldozer asks, aggravated.

Bulldozer jumps up out of his swivel chair, and cracks his knuckles as more fire can be seen through the stained glass of Bulldozer’s office. The door flies off the hinges into a wall as Jet stands in the entrance, engulfed with blue flames. Bulldozer's eyes widen in shock from the defiance of Jet's actions. Jet walks inside while the blue flames swirl around his arms.

“I have a question,” Jet says.

“No, you have some damn nerve,” Bulldozer spits. “Pick up my damn door.”

“Han-su left me to die and it looked like it was under your orders. Am I correct?”

“Little boy, who do you think you are? You don't question the head of the damn gang here; stay in your place.”

“I’ve come here to resign,” Jet says, in a straightforward tone. “I'm not down with the terrorist crap you're trying to pull on the city now. It ends here.”

“And you think that this feeble attempt to scare me will make me let you walk out of here without a scratch?” Bulldozer replies.

He starts laughing at Jet’s confidence, but Jet shakes his head in response. He flexes his fingers slowly. The blue flames dance erratically around his arms, and spread to his chest.

“I guess you didn’t understand me. I wasn’t asking a question. I am no longer a Black Ryder.”

“You’re getting bold for a mere minion, Jet. I could've sworn I just told you to know your place. If you resign from the Black Ryders, you resign your life.”

“We’ll see how far that empty threat gets you,” Jet says.

He clenches his fists as Bulldozer tenses up for the attack. Jet launches a blue ball of flame and it hits the desk, ricocheting into the wall above Bulldozer’s head. The metal desk sits there in the circle of blue flames as three husky teenagers burst into the room. Jet spins around and sends another fireball in their direction. One of the teens throws his comrade in the way of the flame, letting it smash into his chest. He screams in pain, falling to the floor while holding his chest. The remaining two lunge toward Jet, as Bulldozer steps up slowly. Jet kicks one of the teens in the face, and flames flow out of his feet. The other teen tackles Jet to the ground, slamming his head into the concrete floor. Bulldozer runs toward them as Jet pushes a wall of flames out of his chest. The other teen slams onto the wall, while the rest of the inferno spreads throughout the room. Bulldozer quickly grabs a metallic chair next to him and shields himself from the flames. He pushes forward, slamming the chair into Jet's body. Jet groans in pain, falling back to the ground as Bulldozer lifts the chair above his head. Jet quickly trips Bulldozer and vanishes from sight. Bulldozer falls to the ground as the chair bounces off the concrete and into a corner of the room. Jet appears behind Bulldozer's fallen body with fists of flame once again.