- They say war is determined by the last battle. In this war , the battle was on many fronts. We pulled up to my inheritance house on the shallow end of the street where it's mostly covered by trees. I told Brionna to stay upstairs. When I came downstairs , Chris gave me a username and password. Then a flash drive and told me how everything works , from the motion sensored blind spot cameras to the invisible audio outside to the untraceable phone to the untraceable internet connection and laptop for me to do all my dirty work on. He made it pretty easy for me , any website or information I needed , I was able to get into with no problem. No restrictions. Usually people have to keep unblocking restricted stuff and most times that how they get caught but Chris created a multi-key code analyzer so that it frequently unlocks it without being traced.
- I looked up the company that my dad used to work for "Resolution Productions ® ". It said there that it was shut down a couple months ago due to infamous amounts of leaked chemicals, before that it was one of the biggest chemically seduced companies on the planet. Malik's pops used to work there , before the accident that caused it to shut down. He never told me they struggled or anything after that. It showed they had a joint partner firm and licensed contractor company. The joint partner firm : " Chambers & Associates ® ". After the incident they got shut down after information about their clients leaked online from credit fraud to fake bankruptcy. It had to cost them millions. Mr Banks worked there too. I knew from the first two that the only contractor would be "Larry King : A king in contracting" , Mr Banks currently worked there. I peeped Malik started losing weight from 250 to 200 lbs in about three months. If that company were to be taken down , Mr Banks would have no job. I realized the companies were being taken down one by one every two months and it was time for "Larry King's" to go down.
- I suspected my father had something to do with so i waited until he called. The phone rang about 10mins after. "Hello" . "As salamu alaikum wa rahmatullah wa barakatuhu " , he said from the phone. " Wa alaikum salam wa rahmatullah wa barakatuhu " , I replied. "Search Damon Philips , and get all his personal records ", then the phone hung up again. I researched Damon to find that he owns the bank that gave all three companies the space and loans they needed to start up and even lost money trying to help them as they were crumbling. I picked up the untraceable house phone and call 267-937-2661 , it was his house phone. "Hello" . "Damon , how wonderful it is to finally talk to you. Being as though your the man who ruined my life by being part of a certain group of your associates. By now I figure you already know who I am.", I said as I put on my hat and coat. "I'll be seeing you soon Damon , real soon", I hung up and printed out the layout of his home. The blueprint showed me ever corner of every crack in his house , even the secret library he had installed 6 years ago. I would have to handle him later , for now I had to make a trip back to philly.
- I took the car that had been sitting in the driveway for some time , it was supposedly my grandfather's before he died. It wasn't too old being as though he died around this time last year. It was 2013 Chevy. I got in the car and paid to fill the gas and bought a duffle bag. I called Chris so he could see if any of his boys had any guns that I could use. "Nah , we don't roll like that", he said while eating a sub. Always stuffing his face. "But I do have a weapons store you can hit , it's right off of Terrace Avenue", he added. This Dickhead did not just say that. "Nigga I have no guns to rob it with!", I said why getting back into my car. I pulled up to it and it was guarded up. So i walked in with a duffle bag and they all pulled their guns on me. "Wait a minute, it's empty", I said raising my hands, "I came here to buy some". He could tell I was too young but after doing a little digging in my savings account I managed to scrap up about 10 grand. It was meant for my future car but obviously I didn't need it anymore. They told me that I was too young and told me to leave. Fine by me , guess I'll go one place where they don't care for age , the hood.
- Felix was the nigga who had a collection of guns but only sold to his friends. When I got there , Brionna had already called him to let me in. I told what I needed , "2 M911's , an uzi , .38 revolver , and a quick pump shotgun", I said as I pulled out the envelope full of cash. "That's running you at least $1500", he said as he begun searching for them and pulled out their boxes. They were clean and shiny. It looked like he cleaned this every day for fun. He gave me special bullets too. "So where's my money?", he asked sitting the boxes on the table after packing each case with three clips. I paid him $2,000 for coming through all way. Once I put it in the duffle bag , I pulled out the M911 to keep her on me. As I'm walking out , his phone rang and I kept walking up the steps and opened the door. I heard his conversation , they thought I was gone. "Yeah I sold it to 'em" , then a pause , "He wanted an uzi , a pump , a .38 , and twin 9's", he said getting up and walking towards the bottom of the steps. I moved to side of the door. As he walked up the steps , "I know what to do , let me check if he in his car yet and I'll holla at you when I'm done", the hung up. He opened the door and seen I wasn't in my car out front , but before he could do anything , I shot in the back of the head twice , close range. "Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajiun." I used the cloth he gave me clean the guns with , to flip the phone and see it was Brionna. Bitch was trying to set me up. I dragged his body back inside and closed to the door , he'd fell face first with his head out the door. I pull him in his closest downstairs. I took off my shoes and put on his carefully , and back traced over my foot prints so that they wouldn't be seen anymore. I started pouring gas all over the floors and walls. He kept a shelf of gas , I guess for Molotov cocktails. I walked around the sides of his house and poured more , slowly though , in a different container so it'll look like I was watering the flowers. I bleach down the steps and it washed the blood away. Lit the lighter and tossed it inside. In minutes , it was on fire , bursting into flames , Windows busted out. I pulled off and leave no trace of me ever being there.
- When I got back to my house I went in through the back door by the kitchen. That's where everybody goes to hide from someone coming , the back of the house. I shot through the door with the pump. When I opened it she was laying on the floor , face down , in her own puddle on blood. She was holding her hip and turned over looking at me , "Don't". I shot her twice in the head. "Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajiun." I put her body in a garden bag from Home Depot , my granddad always cleaned the yard so he had plenty of them. I wiped up the blood with towels and moped the floor with bleach. I spilled the container of juice on the floor so it'll submerge the strong bleach smell just in case anyone came. I put the towels in the bag with her. She wasn't that big , only 5'4 , a little over 140 or 150. So when I the dumpster truck came , I threw it in with the rest of the trash. He looked at me as if it was weird. It was being as though no one has been here in a year and here I am. "I needed time to grieve before I came back", I said looking at him. He tapped me on the should , "I feel you" , then hopped on the back of the truck and waved for it to keep going.
- I'd taken out two people and had to get back focused on my plan. I drove to philly and used Brionna phone to text Jamie to see where she was at. "I'm at home girl , where you been ?", she replied. I decided it was time to take out Jamie and her fucked up ways for good. So at about 10 , I stole someone else's car after I parked by the park and told her to come to Brionna house. She started walking up the block while I was driving down , and I let it loose. I got out the car and pulled the M911 and shot her 4 times center mass. She dropped then and there , I came up shot and her right in the eye while she was looking at me gasping for her last couple breaths. I took her phone out her hand , got in the car and dipped. Rather anyone saw the car or not , it wasn't mines and I was hooded up. I drove the car to a field and lit it on fire. Then walked blocks until I saw my car again. I drove back to my house in Camden and stayed for a minute until I could plan my next move. I figured with Jamie being killed , they'd realize I'm onto them. I wasn't worried about them now , but I had other plans in mind. Next stop , Damon Philips house.
- My dad called me once I got back home. "You got the information ?", he asked. "Yeah", I said looking at the ceiling. "Send it to me", he said , it sounded as if he was driving because I heard horns blowing as if they were in heavy traffic. "Alright", I said as I text it to him and sent a picture of the blueprint. "Now take it and run", he said. "What ? Why ?" , I asked sitting up on my bed. "They've been watching you , they know what you've done , they know your looking for them and I'm pretty sure they're close to getting onto these phones. Run Jabriel , run. I can use my equipment to hide you from them long enough for you to throw them off and leave." "No , I'm not leaving , they took my life away from me , ain't shit else they can take", I said furious. It got quiet for a minute. "All I'm trying to do is protect you , I can't do it with all the mess you've created. Now I'm your dad , and what I say goes. I'll make sure we meet again before you leave", he said then hung up.
- I took a shower and sat in there for a minute. As the water ran down my face , I thought of how much my life has been through. One day being a normal kid , the next , a killer who's running from people I don't even know. I went down after getting dressed in a black and white suit to eat some CT Crunch. My mom was waiting for me , as she sipped coffee and leaned against the counter. "Your father called", she said as she walked up to the table. "I know". "Jabriel he just wants what's best for you and to keep you safe from all of this", she said rubbing my shoulders. "What about you", I asked removing her hand and holding it. " I'll be fine , this isn't the first I've had to disappear , how do you think we got here in the first place ? You've seen our bank account statements. Do you see anybody else in the hood with all the new games and game systems and phones anytime they come out or want it ? Do you see half the expensive shit in that living room ? Boy pay attention", she said as she smacked me in the back of my head. I was dozed off into space. Thinking about what my next move was. Rather to run , or lay low . I'd figure it out the next time me and my dad met.
