Consequences

14.

August

"Aight this how it's gon go. Q and Dallas, y'all going around and in through the back to make sure none of them muhfuckas try to run. Y'all role is vital cause y'all cuttin em off at the same time we going in, but wait for our signal first." Lamar waits for their head nods before turning to me. "You and me going straight to the front but we gotta play it smart cause you know them niggas know who we are."

We've been staking out this abandoned business across the highway from McDonalds for about an hour or so now, and what we've done our nightly stalking for has finally pulled up. In a all black 2009 Cadillac with black rims. All of them and they just don't know what's about to hit them.

The other night, we'd gotten some intel about some missing marijuana. The same missing marijuana I'd mentioned to Lamar and Boss a while back. Boss being locked up doesn't change a thing because although Lamar is playing the cards for everybody now, Boss' name isn't Boss for nothin. He still gets word about his block from inside the cell and still reaches out to us to make sure we get things handled accordingly.

Bryan, being one of the guys Boss took out of the ring for suspecting him of mishandling the money, had come before us to tell us about Bobby, the one I'd been suspecting the whole time. He of course didn't want to stop by the house just incase Bobby was there, so we'd met up somewhere only he was pretty sure he knew about. Bobby must've caught wind of what Bryan was going to inform us of, and after following him, killed him right in front of us. Bobby, along with six other men, jumped the rest of our skinny asses, and as you'd guess, now runs with a different gang.

A gang we don't affiliate with in anyway kind of way whatsoever.

Boss ain't gon be too fond of it either, but we definitely about to handle it.

"What Ima do?" Carlos asks out of the blue.

"Nigga you the lookout." I say in a duh tone. "Wheeze turn the car lights off but of course leave the car on so that when you hear them shots let off, you bring to ass cross the way aight?"

"Yessir." He turns them off instantly. "Two minute grace period still?"

"Make it five for the hell of it." Dallas grins.

We all get out of the car, of course with the exception of Wheeze, and once the cars have all crossed and we have a clear shot, we make our way across the street. Lamar and I both slow our paces down a bit to give Q and Dallas a chance to get around back before we get to the door. Before Lamar gets the chance to pick the lock, I glance around to make sure everyone's in position, and when I see Carlos post up a few meters away from us to look out, I give Lamar the okay to go ahead and execute the plan.

It takes Lamar a couple of seconds to get it unlocked, and once we give Carlos the cue, he shakes the gate a bit to hand the message over to Q and Dallas. As he looks back over at us, we all go in guns up and ready to shoot. We see two men sitting near the entrance, and as we're about to tell them not to say anything, they scream and warn the others at the same time. Needless to say what happens to them, but now the rest of them know we're here.

We soon see someone jump from the small balcony above and head towards the back door, so as we try to inform Q and Dallas, they're already up to speed. We wait for them to come out to know they're okay, where I then signal Q to the back door and Dallas to the front. Lamar follows closely behind me as we head up the stairs. As I go to open one of the doors to check and see if it's clear, Bobby comes out shooting from the door across the hall just as I begin to think he may not be here.