~The Ballad OF Harlem~

          By :Revolution

                   Rated:Pg-13

Bottle Cap Conlon sighed heavily and handed Stress Lynch a
cigarette.

       "Ya shoah about dis?" she asked.

      "Can I ask ya sumptin? How many papes did ya sell?" Stress
exclaimed.

     "Twenty," replied Bottle Cap counting the change in her hand.

     "Outta our usual hundred," exclaimed Stress "Rev only sold six
and one of Strider's goils threatened her."

"Ah, Rev can take care of herself. None of Strider's whores will mess with a Manhattan newsies goil."

     "Tell dat ta Viper and some a da uddas Jazz and her goils have roughed up."

"Stress! Bottle Cap! Time to Eat!" Yelled Honor Winter from inside the Lodging House.

"Yes Mom!" Yelled Stress as they eased their way off the roof.

"Are you shoah ya allright?" asked Pegasus.

Revolution Fredrich laughed.

"Yeah Peg," she replied, "I can take Jazz, she aint shit."

Bottle Cap looked at Stress pointedly.

"See?" she exclaimed wrapping her arm around Revolution's shoulder "Our goil Rev is as tough as nails."

"Or at least a really hard rock," replied Revolution as she rubbed her sore arm.

"Anyone seen Moods or Fearless?" asked Stress.

"Not since dis mornin," replied Revolution "Fear backed me up wit Jazz."

"I tink Moods was goin to see Skitts," exclaimed Aki Andersen.

"Well, we need ta talk," said Stress "All of Us."

"Come on Whistles, we'll go look for 'em," said Revolution "Maybe I'll see mah best friend."

Whistles laughed.

"I'm in" she replied.

"Be careful, Keep ya head up and yours eyes open," said Bottle Cap "And Rev, ya got your knife?"

"Don't I always?" Revolution laughed.

Revolution grabbed a long sleeve shirt and pulled it on over her bandaged arm. She and Whistles walked out into the crisp night air.

"Wonder what the big meetin is about," Revolution said as she lit up a cigarette.

"Maybe we'se finally gonna move ta anudda bourough." said Whistles.

"I hope not, I kinda like Harlem," said Revolution.

"Not even to Manhattan?" joked Whistles nudging Revolution.

"Well..." laughed Revolution.

The crowd at Medda's was rowdier than usual, Moods O' Shanks laughed at her boyfriend Skittery and Racetrack Higgins arm-wrestled.

"'Ey Moods," exclaimed Fearless Silver "Look who jus showed up."

Moods stood up and sneered. Jazz Thomas, the biggest traitor in Newsgirl history stood in the doorway with Strider Mckenzie.

"Excuse me, Skitts," she said kissing his temple "Me and Fear gots some unfinished business."

"Ah Fear, why can't ya jus chill for da night?" asked Race.

"Because dat whore aint gonna git away wit crossin one of us." replied Fearless.

"What happened?" asked Itey concern filling his eyes.

"Ya goil was threatened, Jazz cut up her arm pretty bad" exclaimed Fearless patting his arm "Don't worry, Peg bandaged it up real good."

Revolution smiled at Kloppman and walked out to the street.

"Dey're at Medda's," she said to Whistles.

"Lets go," exclaimed Whistles "I'm freezin mah ass off."


Carryin Da Banner,

Revolution

Ps. I have a long weekend so I'm gonna update all my stories, so stay tuned.