Sara wakes up to the usual sound of gunfire in the alley. Sighing, she rolls out of bed and yells out her window for them to shut up. She looks in the grungy mirror above her dresser and inspects her neatly cornrowed hair as she ties a red bandana around her head. She changes into some clothes and the phone rings loudly behind her. As she moves to answer it, she stumbles over the piles of clothes and dirty magazines.

"Yo."

A meek voice flowed into the reciever.

"Uhm.. Heavy Nutz da Red Snappa?"

She frowns. She doesn't recognize the voice on the phone, but whoever it was had called her by her gang name. Puzzled, she asks.

"Who be this?" There is a pause.

"My.. my name is Greg.."

She laughs.

Greg. What a dumb name.

"What you want with me?"

"I.. I want to.. join the Sandlebacks."

She raises her eyebrow, wondering if this is some sort of joke.

"You want to roll with me and my gang?"

"Yeah."

She pauses, wondering what to do about this. She decides to take a chance; it wouldn't hurt to have some fresh meat.

"Meet me at the alley behind the Madrona Apartments. Midnight. Don't be late, maggot."

"Okay."

She hangs up the phone, wondering why someone who sounded so weak would ever want to join their gang.