Authors Note: Big mistake last chapter. I have them listening to N.W.A Straight Out Of Compton in 1987, while it came out in the early ninety's. It doesn't take away from the story, I just realized after I posted.
Chapter 2: Mess with us, and we'll mess right back
The Dope Men lounge, 11:30 PM. 8/23/87
"Alright! Now we all know what went down today! Someone must want our empire, correct?
So I say, we find out who, and give them hell! Who's with me?" Jimmy's voice boomed to the
other Dope Men in the room. Everyone cheered along with him.
"Now I have gotten a tip that it was the Cuban C's who set us up. I think that's bull! Those welfare punks don't have anything to their name! How the hell do they get Hit Men to try and attack us? I say we run a full frontal attack on their base, take their stash of drugs, and mess them up!"
Everyone screamed in excitement. Cars started loading up, and all three hundred men made their way to the Cuban's base. They drove for awhile, then pulled into the parking lot and on the side. They opened up fire right as they got out of the car. The men took down about twenty of them, but lost about twenty equal.
Jimmy kicked down the door as they unloaded fire. The only friends Jimmy still had were Marcus and Frank. If they went down, Jimmy didn't know what he'd do. Jimmy wasn't the Warloard of the Dope Men, a man named Dope was. No one ever saw him, as he ran business personally. Jimmy did happen to be Warchief and would take the spot if Dope ever got killed. This one occasion, Dope showed up for the battle. He was a big black man, with scruff around his face. He carried two Mac Tens. He started blasting away, and smoked a good dozen of them. Jimmy noticed the man had a Kevlar Vest on, and had been shot five times.
The air was smoky, and Jimmy was having a hard time breathing. The C's must have been small, because half way through, they had one hundred men left, while the Dope Men had two fifty.
Jimmy noticed a sniper up on a roof, aiming at Dope.
"DOPE! DUCK!" Jimmy yelled, and tried to save him, but it was too late. Dope was dead, a shot through the forehead.
"Oh shit! Run!" Jimmy yelled, realizing they were losing a bunch of men. The remaining one hundred packed into cars and drove off, guns still blazing at them.
"Motherfuckers!" Jimmy exclaimed, as they drove back.
