The Grab

The Rootz

"God damn fucking drug dealers." Karina, the woman who hassled Crow and his corner boy, murmurs as she gets out of her black van with red stripes along the side of the body. The rims are gold with a skull mariachi bobble head in the car. Karina Jenkins is a lieutenant and enforcer of a gun running organization ran by the man only known by "Reaper." She is half Latina and half black, but she seems to be more in touch with her Latin side more. She speaks fluent Spanish and carry's a flag of her mothers native country, Honduras, around in her car. She walks up to the door of a huge Mexican restaurant called Los Lobos. The restaurant is like a fancy restaurant and a kids place all in one. Arcade games, ball pools, and tasty cuisines from down south of the border. She opens the door and the bell on the door rings as the hostess Jenni comes to great Karina. "Oh hey! Looking for Ricky?" Jenni says. Karina smiles and hugs Jenni and nods. "Yeah donde esta? Need to talk to him." She answers. "He's at table F1." She says. Karina begins to walk but Jenni grabs her arm. "Hey know those guys he's talking to? They seem scary, I'm worried." Jenni. Karina looks and sees Ricky with 4 other men. One she knows, Carlos Garcia, but the others she doesn't. Carlos is one of Karinas friends who is another enforcer. He's a tall man with a slim
But very muscular physique. He commonly wears jean jackets, usually in black, green or brown, which is the organizations main colors. Black to symbolize the black members of the gang, brown to symbolize the Latinos, and green to represent what they all want- Money. Ricky sees Karina and waves her over to him. Ricky is a short man, 5'7, with thick black hair and a not scrawny but not very muscular build. He has a handsome face and his eyes are dark. He usually wears long or short sleeve button up shirts ,with only the top button or sometimes second button, buttoned up. Today however, he is wearing a black short sleeve t-shirt. His green pants with a red square patch on both knee caps with black converse compliment the gangs main colors. "So you saying five containers of U.SEES. (code for uzis) for 300?" Garcia asks. "I'm saying, usually we sell those for less...I mean shit we ain't exactly complaining, but why is what we want to know?" The other men, Big Joe, a tall black man who is overweight and smells of alcohol and strawberries with a soft bushy beard, is the representative of the men. "As we said already, there's a crisis in our country of-" Ricky slams his hand on the table. "We said this already.... no god damned mentions of who you are nor where you are from. Just say why you want them." Ricky says. Joe, visibly a little annoyed by Ricky's interruption, takes off his sunglasses. "We really need them. We are severely out of them and won't be able to continue our business without them. That's also why we pay more... we need them as fast as possible." He says slowly. "Mmm well that sounds nice and very appetizing but how am I to know you ain't coming back to fuck us over?" Ricky replies. "See, I don't want to give U.SEES. and then have those used on me." Joe is a member of a Jamaican gang that has just now moved into Richmond, Virginia, where The Reapers gun manufacturing business originated. "Another thing is, I don't like how you are not telling me what it is you do. I hope you're not slingers because as you know-" Joe interrupts Ricky. "Yes I know, you all do not support slinging." Ricky looks at Garcia and he smiles. Ricky doesn't know what to think of Joe; is he a lying piece of shit, or someone who can be trusted? Garcia nods his head, giving his approval. "We mostly work counterfeits. Recently we've been facing... how do I put it... 'intimidating factors' that have been affecting our workers. We just need to have it fixed." Ricky shakes his head. "Yeah yeah and you're coming to us for it." He says. "Yes..." Joe says. "Alright, we got a deal." Ricky says. Joe takes off his sunglasses and smiles. Joe is a tall, fat Jamaican man. He is wearing a fine white suit with a black button up shirt. "Payment will be made by Friday." He stands up and shakes hands with Garcia and Ricky. "See you then, boys." He says. "One thing though, Chucha." Garcia says. "You know what's happens if you're lying right...about what you and your friends do right?" Joe smirks and scoffs. "Yes, the 'Reaper' will get me." He drops a 20 dollar bill on the table and leaves. Ricky once again smiles at Garcia. "Mission accomplished eh, vato?" He laughs. "Yeah, whatever." Garcia says. "Yo, papa! Que pasa!?" Karina says smiling. Ricky and Karina hug and give a kiss on each cheek like the Italians. "How you been Mami?" Ricky says. Ricky and Karina have been close friends ever since they were kids. "Eh you know how it is. Stubborn ass mother fuckers needed a bigger push." She laughs. "I mean shit, if they need more talking to...then I'll go with you next time." He wraps his arm around her and begins to walk with her. "Yo, Garcia! Do me a favor, yo. Get the car ready?" Ricky says. Garcia nods and leaves the restaurant. "So... what did you learn about their corner?" He asks. "Shit..they hide their guns behind a poster. Guess there's a hole in the wall." Karina responds. "Fuck, so they smart huh. Yeah well so was everyone else eh?" He scoffs. "Hey a I got a question." Karina says. "Was it wise to have a meeting here? I mean, if we war with them later they'll know where to cause some damage-" Ricky intervenes Karina. "Hey don't worry. If I get a bad feeling about them... they don't get shit. See?" He reassures her. "I guess. Just like to keep shit under wraps. Never want to let them know where to find you." Karina says. "Ahh you've always been so scared and worried. Just chill...I'm not in charge of selling for no reason am I? Trust me." Ricky says. "You know I trust you, Brother. Always have since we was kids." Karina says. Ricky and Karina fist bump as they head up to Ricky's office.