Changez

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"It's too quiet..." I looked around.

"Cuz them niggas ain't here. They ain't smart enough to hideout." Pac scoffed.

"Hmph... they ain't smart at all. Looka here..." I pointed to a door with a sign on it that said 'weaponry'.

"It has a padlock. You know the combination?" I questioned.

"Yeah, let me do it."

I stepped aside and watched as Tupac worked towards releasing the lock.

I saw the address on the same piece of paper in his hands and quickly called Keke and gave it to her.

"Everything good?" She picked up.

"Yeah, real quick, get a pen and paper." I spoke.

"Hang on... okay, got it."

"Here's the address-" I recited it to her.

"I'll see y'all in a bit. Hang in there." She spoke before hanging up.

I heard a snap followed by Pac's voice.

"We're in."

My jaw dropped.

"Holy shit..."

That room had everything from AK-47s, Daewoos, Arsenals, and Glocks to Jerichos and Desert Eagles.

"We can't take all of this..." I spoke.

"We take all we can and I lock it back. Different padlock." Pac said as he held up a new one.

"Smart..."

"Mama ain't raise no fool."

I grabbed a belt that had holsters for every gat I was about to take.

"The shotties are way too big." I spoke.

"Yeah, grab shit that won't weigh you down."

"Shhh! You hear that?" Pac whispered.

I listened closely to what sounded like cars pulling up outside.

"They're here... come, we gotta move!" He said as he hastily locked the door back.

I quickly strapped up.

"My lil ghetto Tomb Raider..." He stopped and smiled.

"Aww thanks, honey." I smiled back as I loaded up.

"Them mothafuckas in here !" I heard a voice yell.

Pac and I quickly ran towards the back of the warehouse.

"Mo... I know you ain't tryna kill nobody but it's us or them. Show these cats no mercy, you hear me?" He huffed.

"Who said I wasn't tryna kill nobody?"

"Girl you wild, this way!" He turned and dashed into a nearby garage.

Bullets were whisking past me and ricocheting off the trucks. I turned and shot at one of many of the niggas chasing us.

"It's too many of them..." I spoke as I continued to shoot back. A lot of them weren't armed, but them big niggas would pummel me and Tupac.

"We're going upstairs.."

I turned to look forward as we bolted up the steps.
There was a room that overlooked the whole warehouse and that was the perfect place to lay each and every one of those bastards out.

"There!" I pointed.

While running, I felt someone grab my leg, causing me to trip and bust my chin on the next step.