So, whats the plan? Omega asked, letting his partner know he was with him. Lil Monk lifted his shirt, showing off several neatly packaged bundles of cocaine. We orchestrate a drug related homicide. Omega shook his head. You got it all mapped out, huh? Don’t I always? You know how we do, Omega; I put them in the holes and you throw dirt over them, Lil Monk joked. Omega didn’t find it funny. Any have any idea why Ramses wants these dudes gone? Lil Monk contemplated how candid he should be with his partner. When he saw who they had come for, he would no doubt be apprehensive, maybe even to the point of backing out on him. It had been an unexpected surprise to Lil Monk too, when he volunteered them for the missions and Ramses revealed who the targets were. When Ramses had gone on to reveal the crimes the men had committed to put them out of favor with the Pharaoh, all doubt left his mind as to whether or not he should take them out. For Lil Monk, it was personal, but Omega had no such connections, so would he feel Lil Monks pain? They raped a girl, and she killed herself as a result. Lil Monk said, giving Omega enough to motivate him, but sparing him the details. Rapists? Omega asked, unable to hide the emotion in his voice. He had a special hatred for rapists. Shit, why didn’t you say so? Lets whack these niggas, he drew this 9mm from his coat. Glad you feel that way, because here they come, Lil Monk nodded towards the building across the street. Out stepped two huge men, obviously security. Trailing them were three young dudes, wearing heavy jewelry. Clinging to the men like cheap suits, were several girls of various shades and shapes. The groupies hung on everything the men said like they were quoting scripture. Every few feet they would stop and pose for pictures for one of the many people who flocked them. When Omega saw who they had come to murder, his eyes got wide. Wait, aint that… Sure is, Lil Monk answered the question before Omega could finishing asking it. Seeing his prey made his jaw tighten and the veins in the backs of his hands pop out as he clenched and unclenched his fist. His heart beat so hard in his chest that it threatened to burst in anticipation of the mayhem he was about to reek on the downtown Manhattan block. Wait, I thought we were just coming to clip some regular dudes. We cant get at them, at least not here. Theres too many people around and too many cameras! Omega tried to reason with his best friend. He loved Lil Monk like a brother, but wasn’t quite ready to go to prison for him. What he was planning to do was insane. The more cameras, the better, Lil Monk said over his shoulder while rummaging through a trash can. From it, he produced a black plastic bag. With a flick of his knife, he cut the bag open to reveal the sleek MP5K. Let their adoring fans watch how ugly I do these thirsty niggas, he pulled the ski mask down over his face and started across the street. Omega called after him, but Lil Monk was too far gone to reason with. He had two choices; leave while he still could and hope Lil Monk didn’t land in prison, or watch is partners back to make sure he got out in one piece. He chose the latter.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 20:13:01 +0000
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