Mood

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Aaron's POV*

"Mi know you out a eh country and ting" Brains says on the phone

"What is it?" I ask in a solemn tone

"Sniper have man pon every block a look fi Cheese" He says

"Like a curfew dem set, Nobody nuh deh pon eh road after four, nobody cyah come out a dem house and if dem have places fi go or a come from work, Sniper man dem a search all phone"

"Eeeh" I say before chuckling

"Nuh make Cheese know bout this enuh cause mi know him a go make a fucked up move and later from this it's going to be a blood bath" He says

"When me land, mi nuh wah see nuh man inah me place. Make it be known" I say, trying to wrap up this conversation

It's upsetting

"Member say a snip-"

"Let. It. Be. Known." I say before hanging up

Fuck Sniper.
Him a move like him nav no sense....

It has come to my realization that Sniper is not who every one thinks he is. Him deh a Town a push badness, then when badness reach him, him a set curfew fi one man?

This could end his life in the blink of an eye.

Him nuh militant.
A fool.
Him run Mobay and him likkle scooby dem.

Cyah come yasso come lock in everybody.

Everyone have rights.

Then again, this should be the polices job.

Most likely them a work wid him or dem a hide.

The Jamaican system is so fucked.

I sigh before looking down at the lawn.

I'm on the balcony, thinking

Nuh underestimate nuh man.
Says my subconscious

Trust yuh first instinct.

I search for Saeed's contact before pressing the phone at my ear

"Yes boss"

"Time is now" I say before hanging up

Saeed is my assassin.
Best shooter.

He's in L.A but whenever I'm about to enter into something I have no idea about he flies down and no matter where I'm at, him and his men are always dressed as homeless or business men.

Professional.

Nine and the others could do it but dem ramp too much.
Mi need a clean fucking sweep.....

If it leads to that

I hear her breathing behind me

Fuck.

I turn around and she's standing with her arms folded

"What was that about?" She asks

"How much yuh hear?"

"My boss died. He was shot and killed because he refused to let a man that is not a cop tell him when to leave his house. Do you know anything about that?" She asks

"No"

"You're lying" She tells me

"I am not" I say before putting the phone in my pocket and walking pass her

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