Hood Math (HDLY#4)

chapter seven

Train did his research too. He wasn't into high technology and he wasn't as smart as most of the college graduates he used to rob when he was young but he had street savvy. He knew how to make things work when they had to and he had ideas when there was a need for them. He, like his brother, knew how to think ahead and observe things for future references.

Now while Tamel was an adverted thinker like a chess player and can see moves three moves ahead, Train was more of a gradual thinker and viewed things like a game of checkers. He saw things one move at a time and that usually worked for him but sometimes he had to get into a chess player's frame of mind. That was the state of mind he was in now.

He knew he needed to plan ahead this time. Playing things by ear wasn't going to work. He was stepping into an area of heavy play-makers and he needed more than just his step by step way of handling situations. He needed someone that could really give him the edge and only one person might know where he could find that person.

But first he had to get to that person. That was where Train's observation took control. He was always watching people and studying them. That was one of his gifts that made him survive this long in the streets and in the hustling game. He knew how to get to people by their moves. And that gift was still being put to use in helping him achieve whatever goal he was trying.

Train did what he did best. Find someone's weakness to fuck with them. The weakness was easy to find with this particular person, it was a weakness that was most common with men of that particular stature. And he had the perfect weapon to exploit that weakness. Now he just needed to put it to work.

"That's him?" Lushus asked pointing at the computer screen of her laptop at the profile picture and page of Wiz on a Plenty of fish.com website.

Train shook his head. That fraud wasn't even using his real picture on the site but Train knew that was Wiz's profile page. Wiz was always checking it when he was with Train trying to find females he could screw for the night. Wiz wasn't a looker nor a gift of a gabber but he had money so he was always able to trick a chick to look past his fake profile when he met them and get the panties. Train never understood the concept. Splurging on a female just to get your dick wet wasn't Train's cup of Hennessy but it worked for most men. Wiz was one of them.

Train wanted to get at Wiz first for his betrayal at Lady Gayle's mansion but secondly he needed Wiz to find the only other person that would help him in the situation he was in. Train told Lushus to try to get Wiz to come over to the house. Lushus already had a profile and it was picture shots of her face and her body in outfits that complimented her lovely twin melons. Train knew Wiz couldn't resist an opportunity to dive head first into those medicine balls Lushus had on her chest even if Wiz was so called hiding.

Wiz figured he had gotten Tamel and Train beat. They was both on the run and in Wiz's mind, the two outlaw brothers were far from New York. But later did Wiz know, Train never was much of a runner, he just knew how to pace himself for a race.

"So use your magic," Train coached as Lushus typed.

"He's not going to just come out here," Lushus reasoned. "Didn't you tell me he was one of those brainy types?"

"Yeah, that means he's one of those horny types," Train remarked. "Knowing computer shit don't get you pussy and unless you like those two white kids from Weird Science you can't make a woman to please you. I have seen this dude. He's smart with that techno shit but he has no game. He just knows how to trick on hoes." Lushus looked at him. Train corrected himself. "I meant classy hoes such as yourself."