GANGPIRE III

Chapter 1

The first thing Tacoma and Raider embarked on after leaving the San Francisco FBI building was robbing a bank. Tacoma used to try to leave out of a bank with no less than 2 million dollars, but now since it has become commonplace routine he'd only take about$ 15,000 to $ 20,000 according to his daily plan. Raider on the other hand tried his best to balance as many filled moneybags as he could.

After that they retrieved Tacoma's vehicle from Helen's house in Berkeley and went to a store to get Raider a phone activated. Tacoma checked a text message on his phone, unaccustomed to wearing dark shades that hid his yellow eyes caused him to squint at the phone's screen as well as feel like a douche bag for wearing shades indoors, while Raider was flirting with the store clerk. "Raider Nation, it's about that time we go meet up with Carlos. Poke and Iron Head are already heading up there." Tacoma interrupted. "Well let's ride, loc," Raider answered turning away from the giggling girl and walking out of the store like a soldier on duty, surprising Tacoma who followed him out.

"Like how I did that cuzz? Walk away from her without saying bye or asking for her number or nothing." Raider smiled ear to ear while walking to the passenger's door of Tacoma's '87 Monte Carlo.

"I was gonna ask you about that, that was hella weird, homie" Tacoma said while unlocking his door. Raider climbed into the passenger's seat, fingering his pockets for his cigarettes.

"I bet that fucked her lil' head up. Cuzz, I ain't want her number, she works at a damn cell phone store and had no ass on her. I was jus' practicin' my mouthpiece on her so I can make my game tight enough to pull me a Helen like you, nigga." Raider declared earnestly, Tacoma shook his head at his friend and cranked the engine up. The car stereo immediately drowned out any more of Raider's philosophical ideas.

45 minutes later Tacoma pulled into the parking lot of Mizz Pinky's, one of Oakland's raunchiest strip clubs. "Oh yeah cuzz, this is where we s'posed to meet at? I like this nigga Carlos already. Sho' glad I took hella money 'cause we finna have a bachelor's party after all, huh locster?" Raider could barely contain his excitement while reaching over to the back seat for two moneybags from his bank heist. Before Tacoma could respond or set the park break Raider was out of the vehicle and skipping towards the entrance.

A Samoan bouncer as wide as a pair of refrigerators placed side by side stepped in front of Raider, "I.D. lil' homie," the man gruffed. Raider visibly annoyed at being slowed down from entering paradise reached into one of his moneybags and gripped a handful of cash stacks taped together in increments of a thousand dollars. He pulled the money out and cocked his arm back as if he was going to slap the burly man in the face with it. Which was actually Raider's plot but Tacoma came up behind him and grabbed his friend's elbow before he could do so. Raider smirked at Tacoma but calmly handed the man the bulk of cash. "Nigga this my I.D. cuzz, this for me and my homie." Raider said disgruntled. The bouncer ignored Raider's displeasure and with a gold encased smile pocketed the cash, "Now that's town business nigga, hope you gentlemen have a good time." He said as he opened the door for them.

Three Freaks by Turf Talk and Keak da Sneak was blasting through the stereo of the dimly lit establishment. It only being a few minutes past noon, except for a couple construction workers having their lunch break, the strip club was near empty and Tacoma quickly spotted Slow Poke and Iron Head in a corner booth nursing drinks. Raider never made it past the stage, his functional eye honed in on the curvy, caramel complected stripper swaying her hips to the music. The strobe lights accentuated the bright hues of her royal blue hair weave and a tattooed sleeve that was capped off with a hot pink Oakland Raiders logo at her shoulder I. Love. This. Bitch. This is my Helen, Raider thought as he fumbled with the banding tape holding a cash bundle together that he snatched out of one of his bags. Impatiently he ended up just launching the cash brick at her. It struck her in the bend of her leg as her butt was facing him and instantly caused a bruise to swell up. The woman had to grab a hold onto the stripper pole to keep from tumbling forward from the impact.