- A couple weeks go by and I start feeling better. I was being trained by the best so I can learn how to fight. I didn't plan on getting stumped to near death anymore. I was fed up with being beat on and defenseless unless I had a gun. I was prepared to do what I needed to. I left the facility a few more weeks later to get back to my Camden home. When I got there I had 16 missed calls. The only person who could have called the untraceable number was the one who gave it to me , Chris. I called him back. " Yo wassup ", I said turning on the laptop on the desk. " Nigga where you been ? Word on the street was the cops beat you to death and the ambulance got rid of your body but one turned up dead and the other going down for his murder ", he said in a panic. " I know , calm down , come meet me over here and bring Marc. We need to settle some things out ". "I'm already ahead of you , we on our way", he said hanging up.
- I decided to check up on the word on the street. Usually people gossip about legit shit and don't even know it. I heard a knock at the door and before I could answer , someone grabbed my arm and signaled another to check who it was. It was Scott and his team. I hadn't even heard them come in. "Two guys , geek-ish with book bags and boxes", one said. "Let them in , I know them", I said as I walked back downstairs to the basement. When Chris and Marc came they bought the whole package. Gossip stories for days. One was particularly interesting. Madison was out looking for Brionna and didn't find her. Someone tipped her off about her leaving with some dude and how she hasn't been back since. Now she's paying people to track her down and put a bounty on whoever had her. Where she got the money ? Nobody knows , but we will. We figured we'd take care of this problem then get on the big picture afterwards.
- We looked up her bank account statements , she didn't even have a bank account. We figured it was pops who was funding the whole thing until Marc told me she was fucking with some drug dealer from New York who dad was a cop. His name was William Grant. Nobody knew who his pops was they just knew he was a cop because of all the shit William got away with. Shit didn't add up so I figured I'd go out and find out some evidence myself but Scott stopped me. "Your father told us to protect you and you leaving and going out and about isn't helping". "Well if he cared so much , he should come see me himself ", I said as i opened the door. I went to Camden County jail to go check up on Donte and Marcus. Figured since they spent some time in New York they'd know a little bit about boul. I spoked to Marcus first. He appeared to be more sane and thought. Held himself up better, more like mature than I remember. "What's good with you", he asked as he picked up the phone , "I been hearing some things about you" , he added. "I been through a lot without y'all , shit been hectic lately " , I said while looking at him from the other side of the glass. "They got the guns from my basement", he said , looking at me like that was some sort of code word. That must've meant that they got the guns from the hospital too. "Alright , it'll be fine. I came here to ask you what you know about a boul name William Grant", I said. "Yeah , he a dealer who pops is cop down here. Nobody know his pops , but word around town is he be getting away a lot of shit even when he caught red handed." "Cool , I'll look into it , stay up though , I'ma put money on your books so you can eat good while you in here until your case dismissed", I said. He started cracking the fuck up , "No doubt".
- After that I waited to see Donte. He came up as if he was normal. "You good?", I asked. "Yeah , I'm cool what about you". "I'm getting better , I came to ask you about somebody. William Grant. " , I said as I pulled myself up closer to the glass in a serious notion. "Yeah I heard of 'em , he a dealer who pops is a cop that let 'em away with any dirt he do. Nobody know who is pops is but I know a couple people's that be around 'em. ", he said. He gave me the names of them and where they be at from time to time. "Ard yo , I'ma put money on your books so you can eat good in here cause we all know how you diet be", I said joking around. "Yeah , no doubt", he said laughing and getting up to leave.
- I drove to the local goodwill store to buy some left over hoodies and shit. Think about it , cops ain't gone check a goodwill for evidence. I put gas in the car and grabbed some Mickie D's on the way back. I came back to the house and everybody was still there so that worked better , we could get straight to business. "Ard yo , I got a list of people who boul be fucking with , gimme an address on all of 'em " , I said handing the paper to Chris who shared it with Marc. Once we got the address , I handed a list to each of the people on his team. "What we supposed to do with this", one girl asked. "Do what you do best , be stealth and get information on them. Know their schedules. If they call their momma , I wanna know how many kisses she blew." "We don't work for you , were only here to protect you", said the other guy as he laughed. "If you don't do this then you won't be protecting me, leaving me vulnerable to either one of them who are smart enough to figure out I'm coming after them and comes after me", I said looking at him. "Do what he says", said Scott , "it'll just cost his dad more money".
- We each took 2 people. I took the closest in Philly. The girl name was Shatima. She was part of Williams crew that rocked the drug trade when they invaded the Dominicans territory. They've had a bounty on her head every since. She lived with her girlfriend Felisha. Who was also apart of the crew. They were both dykes who had the same mindset : Pussy , Money , Weed. I pulled up the edge of their block and waited until nightfall. I seen that Shatima likes to be a bed potato , she didn't really leave the house unless Will called. Marc hooked me up with that tells me when some gets an incoming call or making an outgoing call , I could see it. The name , number and location. Now Felisha on the other hand was the wild one. She constantly was leaving , being out and about. Only coming back for brief naps before leaving again. I pulled off deciding I'll hit Shatima first at the crib and following Felisha until she alone and I take her out.
- I went in my trunk as soon as Felisha left after fucking Shatima for about 30mins. I pulled both of my M911's out. I put tucked one in the front and one in the back. I walked in while Shatima was showering and playing loud music. I pulled out one pistol and put a silencer on it. I walked into the bathroom and busted 3 shots into her back. She slipped out the shower and broke her neck. Blood was dripping from her mouth as her eyes were looking at the floor. I said , "Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajiun" as I walked into her bedroom and took her phone from off the bed. Then walked down the steps and seen Felisha was coming back in. " Nigga who the fuck is you? " , she asked looking me up and down in my suit and black gloves. " We should talk " , I said while stepping off the last step. " Ayo Shatima. You ard ? " , she yelled up the stairs to the loud music. " I don't think she'll be hearing you anytime soon. The music's too loud , you should tell her to control that next time y'all speak ", I said as I walked in the middle of the floor. " Nigga who you think you is Dr Phil ? Why the fuck you in my house " , she said as she dropped her duffle bag to the floor. " I need information on William Grant. Who's his father ? I need a simple answer , if not then ok. " , I said tightening my cufflinks. She laughed then got serious , " Nigga in yo dreams , I ain't no snitch. You gone have to kill me". "If it has to be that way and you choose that , then by all means", I said looking her in her eyes. She licked her lips , "I'ma ask you again , who is you ?". " I'm the guy that just killed your bitch " , I said pulling both my guns out , " The reaper motherfucker " , I said as I pulled the trigger on both guns. She dropped to the floor. One shot to the head , one shot to the chest. I picked up her phone and said "Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajiun" as I walked out the house , letting the music play and locking the door behind me.
- I got to the car and put one gun in the trunk and kept the other one on me. I got in the car and went home. I was checking their recent messages to see if they had any clues. Felisha just came from seeing Will. They had a meet about moving their next shipment of weapons. I asked Chris to connect the dots where Will's crew were mostly spoted and the Dominican's territory. It appeared as if they were trying to funnel weapons off a boat that was coming in later on tonight. It was set to go down at 9 by the river banks. I figured they couldn't pull it off cause the coastal guard was there, but I had a plan of my own just in case. I had everyone taken out before the meet and quiet. So Scott's team would arrive as if they were his crew in his crew's cars. I had Marc set up his equipment so that we could see who made what calls.
- The coastal guard recieved a call from the police station. We put a virus in the network so we could record any conversation. When I heard it I couldn't believe who it was. It was Micks. The bastard has a kid. I seen no trace of a child on the computer. The coastal guard cut off the light and the boat pulled up to the shore. A group of men loaded the crates onto the back of William's truck. I took a picture of their faces , I would need it later. Once they left we grabbed William. He yelled for help from his crew but by then he'd figured out it wasn't them. We knocked him out and stuffed him into the trunk of one of the cars and they pulled off. I stayed. I had unfinished business to do. I called the old head from my block to send a message to the Dominicans and told them their were crates of smuggled weapons on the shore and that we hit everyone one of William's crew. It took them no time to get here. When they arrived they came with duffle bags. He dropped them at my feet. "Half a million for doing our dirty work and for the crates", said the head Dominican. You see , they'd become so fed up with them stealing their territory and waging war against them that they wanted it to be over. I picked up the bags and put them in the backseat of my car , "They're all yours. The bodies are laid out on the shore", I said as I got in my car and drove off.
