You have Quisy in your possession, oh that's great news, great news indeed. I'll call a family meeting so we can take the rest, Roberto has come out of hiding. Momma Joe’s impostor said into her phone.
Contact the boy, I want him too. Don't contact me until it is done. The person on the other end said before terminating the call.
What she failed to realized is that Black Bird was standing a mere few feet behind her.
Honey don't even waste your time they're not coming but you will be leaving. Black Bird said making her presence known.
How are you….. Impostor Momma Joe was cut off.
You need not worry yourself with details, focus on the matter of your survival, I do think it is a more crucial concern. Besides, even if I told you how you won't be around much longer to repeat it. Black Bird said.
I may wear your face but let's be clear, I'm younger, sharper, and more skilled than you. Maybe 40 years you could say the same but then I was only a small girl. So this is how things will g…… Yet again she was interrupted only this time due to Black Bird’s tight grip around her throat.
I see you have mistaken me for some old bat, well child how about I school on how it's done. Black Bird said still holding her death like grip around her impostor’s neck.
As the impostor fought for air she threw a punch to knock down Black Bird in hopes of release on her throat. What she did not anticipate on was a counterattack not only stunning her but also temporarily knocking the wind out of her lungs. Black Bird received her impostor’s blow to the face whilst also delivering a powerful palm strike to the chest. While gasping for air, Black Bird threw a mighty left hook knocking her impostor to the ground. It was then that Black Bird decided to detained the imposter by tying her hands behind her back.
Child I may not be what I once was but understand with age I'm so much better. Black Bird said.
Bitch, you haven't won anything and we will get the codes in due time. The imposter said.
Do not use such language in my house, this is a house God – why are there dishes in my sink; heffa I know damn well you don't have dishes in my kitchen, a nasty house I do not keep. Black Bird all but yelled.
Cursing are we, I thought this is a house of God. The imposter teased.
Girl don't test me! I know what I said and so does God not only will I have to clean up the mess I will make with you but them damn dishes as well. Lord have mercy, Jesus give me the strength. Black Bird said.
In the midst of Black Bird’s rant the imposter was cutting herself loose.
Who is your handler and who is authorizing this mission? Black Bird asked.
I have no handler and McHale is running the show. The imposter said.
That name sound vaguely familiar – “could it be, it couldn't.” Black Bird said.
Well it doesn't matter he's untouchable even for you. The imposter replied.
You are a remarkable fool to say so much less believe it. Nevertheless you won't be around to find out. Black Bird said as she turned her back to her impostor.
Touché. The imposter replied.
In that brief moment of silence, the imposter sought her victory only to be stopped before she could succeed. As Black Bird gave the imposter her back and sent word regarding the McHale person she noticed movement in the reflection of her glass door. In a matter of seconds she drew her knife and swiftly released it, only it to find its way inside the skull of her impostor. Dead beyond words, there laid a limped bloodied female body with a knife jammed into her head. Black Bird walked up to the now deceased woman and retrieved her knife. Just as she yanked it from its place allowing more blood to ooze out, she stood hovering over leaving the dead woman with these words. "A hard head will get you more than just a soft behind, rest well."
