Brooklyn, Baby | Spot Conlon ²

Chp. 29: a Prize

"I told you this was a bad idea," Spot growled. 

Hours earlier.

"This doesn't sound like a good idea," Jack says. "Maybe Kenny shouldn't come with us," 

"I am coming," She protested. 

"I don't know either, Ken," Race says. "It has been a while since you did this," 

"Thanks, guys." She says sarcastically. 

"Kenny, think about it, he's very powerful--" 

"Alright, 'love of my life', do you trust me or not?" She puts her hands on her hips. 

"I trust you," Spot says gently. 

"Then shut the hell up and let's go," 

"Kenny Sullivan is back, baby!" Blink yelled. 

"Okay, let's review the plan," Jack says. 

"What plan?" Race asks. 

"I thought we was just gonna march in there and find out what he's up to," Spot says. 

"That is the plan," Jack rubs his forehead. 

Spot and Race grin at each other, sending a mental high five. 

"This is serious business, kids are dying because of this." Jack scolds. "Hold yourself together," 

"We have to travel to Harlem separately or we'll arise suspicion," Kenny says. "Meet at the ditch near the warehouse. We'll figure out the next execution then," 

"Wait, I think we's gotta pay a visit to Queens leader first," Spot says. "It might be helpful to have some allies in order," 

Jack raises an eyebrow. 

"Spot is an expert in Guerrilla Warfare, Jack," 

"What is this, the Civil War?"

"Maybe not to you," Spot says, eyebrows furrowed. "Borough wars ain't funny business, and I's sure all leaders are makin' their own plans to rebel," 

"If they're smart, they won't try anything," 

"Then I guess we're about to get pretty fucking stupid," Spot clenched his fists. 

Kenny stepped in between the two men, placing a hand on both their chests. 

"Save it for the tyrant," She says. "What do you propose, Spot?" 

"I say we stay the night in Queens, incognito," He starts. "Clunk and I will strike some sort of deal, and I'll get him on our side,"

"And if he doesn't?" 

"We'll just have to cross that bridge when we get to it," Spot gave Jack an annoyed glance. 

"Alright," 

"Lead the way, Conlon," Jack sneered. 

Kenny rolled her eyes. If anyone tried to rule over Jack, he got a bit grumpy. Spot only smirked at his expense and led them through backways. 

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Once in Queens, they made sure to avoid anyone who remotely looked like a spy or henchman. 

"How close are you and Clunk, exactly?" Jack asks skeptically. 

"We's like brudda's," Spot sneers sarcastically. 

"We'll need to sneak in," Spot says. "Guards could report us to henchmen," 

"Good thinking," Race says. "Luckily, I know a way," He grins.