"Hey Aunt Cookie. " said Huey emerging from the shadows. Grace looked away from Riley and she gasped. "Huey! " He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder. She still smelled like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

"What the heck are you guys doing here? Where's Robert? "

Huey held his aunt's hand while Riley held the other. "Aunt Cookie, can you please tell us what happened? " asked Huey.

"Boys where is your grandfather? "

"Um well ya see, he ain't here... " said Riley. "He sorta in Woo'Crest. "

Grace stood up out of her seat. "You mean you boys ran away again? "

"We's had to! If we ask Grandad he say no. " said Riley.

"Aunt Cookie please tell us what happened here. " Huey pleaded.

"Dammit Huey I cannot believe you and your brother ran away to here. Your gonna give Robert a heart attack! " said Grace, her eyes full of disappointment.

"Oh please, that nigga be gettin' drunk as fuck wit his friend da big bald white dude. " Riley crossed his arms.

"And we'll be back before he knows it. We just need to get answers, that's why agent Long Dou came along. " Huey said, gently motioning his aunt to sit down.

"Where were you aunty? " asked Riley. "I was out helping some of the families who weren't so lucky during the attack. "

"Your okay here? No one blamed you for this did they? " asked Huey.

Grace shook her head. "No baby, but they really mad at you, Riley and Robert. What did you do? "

"We ain't do nun' aunty. Huey ain't done nun' too!" said Riley.

"Well y'all really pissed South Chicago. I heard the town's having a meeting behind the bank. " Grace said.

"When? " both Huey and Riley said in unison.

"If I remember correctly, I think in two minutes ."

"Dats it!" yelled Riley. "We goes to dat meetin' and tell em' we ain't got shit to do wit dis shit. " Grace slapped the back of Riley's head. "Boy watch yo mouth. "

"We're going to that meeting but we do not show ourselves understand Riley? " Huey stood up, heading towards the door. "Yeah nigga I got ya. " muttered Riley. "Boys be careful! If they see you they won't be afraid to kill you. " Grace warned. "Don't worry ma'am, I'll watch them. " said Ming running after the Freeman brothers.

"Well Lord bless your soul honey. " Grace called after the Chinese.


When they arrived at the bank, they immediately noticed that the left side was crushed down because there lay a wrecking ball. "Damn. " gasped Riley, whipping his phone out. Huey and Ming stealthily climbed the crane connecting to the wrecking ball and crouched when they got on the roof. "Riley come on! " Huey whispered. Riley was struggling to climb along the crane. "Nigga I'm coming. Excuse ma ass for not being the Blackie Chan you is. " Ming helped Riley and they followed Huey to the back of the roof. They looked down to find the whole of Blaine Street sitting around a fire on the ground. There was one person standing up. He had long dreadlocks and had on tiny glasses. He was wearing a dashiki and sandals.

"My fair people of Blaine Street! My name is Dewey Obababa Oooo Mama Se Mama Sa Omakuma Jenkins. We are gathered here today to discuss the hell that has come upon our beloved side of Chicago. What happened here... No person should have experienced it. The pain we endured, the suffering, the tears we shed for our lost ones oh Lord Jesus! " he raised his hands.

"Dis nigga crazy. " Riley muttered.

"The attackers caused havoc, hoping to kill the Freeman's. So we must only blame the Freemans! " Dewey cried. Huey and Riley glared at the dashiki wearing freak, ready to pounce on him. "My brothers and sisters I have a suggestion. I suggest we go over to Woodcrest and do the deed the attackers failed to do. "

Fire burned in the Freeman's eyes.

"Think about this people! Won't the world be a better place without the Freeman's around to fuck things up? You know I once heard that Robert Freeman killed an old man. " said Dewey. "And I also heard he is gay. "

Ming grabbed Huey and Riley's shoulders and refrained them from jumping off the roof and landing on Dewey's nuts. "Imma kill dat punk. " Riley hissed.

"But what about Cookie Freeman? I like her. " a man asked.

Dewey nodded at the man. "Of course we will spare Aunty Cookie's life. I mean don't we all love her! " They people cheered.

"Wait a minute! " yelled a teen boy with a nicely cut hairstyle. "We will not kill the Freeman's. They are our family. They are a part of Blaine Street too. "

Dewey looked shocked. "Brotha Cairo! The Freeman's are the reason our dear town looks like the results of 9/11!"

"We don't even know their side of the story! " cried Cairo.

"Brotha Cairo, do not tell me you are a traitor. " said Dewey. Cairo ignored the deadlocked teen and turned to face the people. "You guys seriously aren't going to kill family are you? "

A bulky man with blonde hair stood up. "Gracie Freeman's family is my family too so I ain't killing them. And so what if Robert is gay. "

The rest of Blaine Street stood up and cheered, agreeing with the man. Dewey looked very mad at them. "You guys come on! A world without the Freemans-"

The people booed and yelled insults at Dewey. They left him standing alone with Cairo. "Brotha Cairo. Why you of all people? "

Cairo glared at Dewey. "Huey, Riley and Mr. Freeman are my family. They cared about me more than my parents ever did. They took me in and I'm fucking grateful. "

Huey smiled at Cairo's retreating figure. "Thanks man. " he whispered.

"Well we didn't get much info yet. All we know is they were hoping to kill the Freeman's in the process." Ming was saying into her phone. "I doubt anyone would know who they were. The attackers did leave quite a lot of marks. You should send a team over to search for evidence. Yeah ok bye. "

Huey stared at her. "Was that White? "

She nodded. "He says we should head back now."

"Ay Ming. Ya think you cud hook a nigga up an' get me sum missions to go on? "

Huey slapped the back of his brother's head. "Are you stupid? This isn't a game! "

"Nigga I ain't say dis a game. I don' wanna waste ma life sittin' wit Grandad, waitin' fo dis shit ta end. " cried Riley.

"No Riley! " Huey yelled.

A shot rang out.

Huey stumbled back a little. He felt as if something small and hard and sharp had hit him. He opened his jacket and found a bullet in his bullet proof vest. Ming gasped and whipped out her gun in the direction of the shot. There stood Dewey with a pistol in his hands.

"Nigga! " Riley hissed.

Dewey screamed and jumped onto crane, he lost his footing and fell to the ground. "Get 'im! " Riley yelled, charging after Dewey, Ming right behind him. Rage coursed through Huey's veins. He ran to front side of the roof and looked over to find Dewey running across the road with Riley and Ming on his tail. Huey leapt off the roof ledge and landed about five inches behind him. Dewey screamed and tried to run faster but was tackled by the angry Huey Freeman. Huey turned Dewey around and gave him a nice hard right hook. Blood sprouted out of his nose.

"Ay come on nigga lemme have a try! " said Riley kicking Dewey's sides. Ming shuddered at the aggressiveness.

"Lemme hear you say ma grandad is gay nigga, say it again! And anutha thing, to me she's called Aunty Cookie an' to you she is Grace Freeman nigga! " Riley said with each kick to the side.

"You guys he's suffered already! " Ming said pushing Riley away and grabbing Huey's arms. Huey managed to punch Dewey once more before he stopped by Ming.

"We can't leave him like this. No doubt he's remembered your faces. Or at least Riley's voice. " the Chinese said.

"Yeah no shit. " said Riley.

"I suggest we bring him in for questioning. " stated Huey. "Something doesn't feel right about him. "

"Well duh nigga he wearin' a dashiki! I bet he ain't got no undies on unda dere. " smirked Riley.

"Shit, we can't carry this guy all-" started Ming.

"We'll go to Aunt Cookie's and crash there for tonight. " said Huey.

"I'll tell White to come really early in the morning. " Ming said taking her phone out.

Aunt Cookie had fallen asleep waiting for them and that was a good thing. It saved them from explaining the events of the night. Huey was sitting on top of Aunt Cookie's roof. He glared at the moon. 'Something really don't feel right about Dewey. I got a bad vibe from him. I hope White doesn't take too long to get here tomorrow.' Huey looked down and saw Cairo walking down the street with his hands deep in his pockets. 'These guys better not cause more trouble here.' Cairo's phone rang. "Hello? Who the hell are you? No I haven't seen Dewey in awhile. What? " Something bad was about to happen, Huey sensed it. He leapt off the roof and landed beside Cairo.

"Cairo throw the phone. NOW! "

"Huey? What the fuc-" Huey grabbed the phone from Cairo's ear and threw it high up into the air...

It erupted into flames.