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Chapter 1: Left for dead New York City, 4:05 PM, 8/23/87
"I don't drink Brass Monkey, like the beat funky, nick name Eazy-E, yo 8-Ball junky" The stereo blasted while Jimmy Hess was in the passenger seat of his '85 Chevy. In the drivers seat was Marcus Red, Jimmy's friend from school. In the back was Jamal Pedd, Ricky Stopper, and Frank Guzman. Also in the back seat was one hundred thousand dollars in tens and twenties.
The guys in the car called themselves The Dope Men, considering they sold and bought drugs. The Dope Men wasn't only about drugs, as they also did robbery, theft, vandalism, and all that stuff. They were brutal. If you messed with them, they would attack you until they were sure there wasn't one single bit of life left in you.
Of course, you can't have a five person crew in New York. They had three hundred men total, but this five ran all the drug business.
The car pulled up to a stop at the back of some factory. Cuban men stepped out of a car, approaching Jimmy and his friends.
"You got the stuff?" Jimmy asked them, holding the brief cases.
"If you got the cash" The man said in a thick Cuban accent.
Jimmy felt something was wrong. He looked over at the car, which was still on. In it sat the other four men. Jimmy motioned for them to come over.
"I have the cash in these two cases" Jimmy said, and then asked the man, "The deal was one hundred thousand dollars for ten kilos of marijuana. You better have the stuff"
"Relax, relax, I have the stuff" The man said, and with that, three men popped out carrying MP5's. Jimmy's crew was standing there with him, and they opened fire.
The man with the marijuana went down with a round to his back from the Hit Men. Apparently, they didn't care about him. Jamal took a round to the face, and went down easily. Jimmy got nicked in the shoulder, but didn't pay attention, and kept firing.
They were now using crates for cover, popping up occasionally to shoot. Ricky got brave and ran forward with an Uzi in his hand. He killed one of the Hit Men, but was quickly riddled with bullets. While that was happening, Frank jumped out and killed another one. The other Hit Man shot at Frank but missed, and Frank killed him.
"Frank! Come on!" Jimmy shouted, and Frank ran towards them. Another Hit Man, probably the driver, popped out and shot Frank in the leg. Jimmy ran forward and grabbed Frank and dragged him to the car, which Marcus had started up. Quickly, Jimmy got Frank in and they drove off, with the marijuana and money.
"Set up, wonder who could be after us" Jimmy said as they drove home.