CJ went to Ryder's house and heard some noises in the backyard. CJ went around the house and entered the backyard to find Ryder running frantically around his backyard. CJ noticed that the stoner had dug several holes in his backyard.
"Damn!" Ryder muttered angrily under his breath. "Where the fuck...?"
"Man, what you doing?" CJ asked his stoned friend. "Digging graves?"
"Damn, where the fuck I put it man?" Ryder growled searching through the yard.
"Put what nigga?" CJ asked.
"Man, the fucking water!" Ryder shouted furiously giving up and rising on his feet to face CJ. "Need a little something before I go deal with things!"
"What things fool?" CJ asked.
"My homie, LB - he told me about this army motherfucker who's got all the guns we need," Ryder replied. "Not that old school Emmet bullshit either!"
"I'm down," CJ said. "Let's roll."
"Yeah, you always down, homie," Ryder said as he continued searching. "Apart from when you ain't around here."
Not this shit again, CJ thought.
"Aye, nigga, fuck you!" CJ told him.
Ryder just ignored him and continued searching with a joint in his hand. CJ just shook his head. There was no reasoning with a pothead. Ryder was a weed smoker, but he also mixed it in with PCP, which had a rather adversary effect on his attitude. This caused CJ to worry about his friend and what he might get himself into.
Seriously, what family did this nigga come from? he thought. He ain't human.
"Damn!" Ryder growled. He showed CJ his joint. "Man, you want some of this?" he asked him.
"No, man," CJ told him. "I'm cool on that. Where we going?"
"This till overlooking East Beach," Ryder replied. "Better yet, we wait until it's dark. Catch the motherfucker while he in bed."
"Yeah, I'm feeling that," CJ said..
"Yeah, yeah," Ryder said. "That's it, that's it..."
He started digging again, then turned to CJ. "C'mon nigga, what you waiting for?!" Ryder yelled at CJ. "Look!"
"Let it go!" CJ told him.
It's a good thing that fool's on the water and not crack, CJ thought.
One hour later, the sun began to set, and CJ found that there was a Boxville truck outside.
"Get in fool!" Ryder shouted at CJ hopping into the passenger's seat of the truck.
"Where'd you..." CJ started to ask.
"LB, motherfucker!" Ryder shouted. "Now get the fuck in!"
CJ complied and hopped inside the driver's seat of the vehicle and started driving.
"Where is this old motherfucker?" Ryder grunted. "Where the hell is he?"
"Relax, man," CJ told him. "We ain't there yet."
"Yeah, right, Carl," Ryder said. "You always right. That's my homie. Mr. Right."
"Shut up," CJ told him.
"You can't stop me," Ryder replied.
"Who can't?" CJ asked.
"Whatever," Ryder said sounding uninterested.
CJ drove south down the street and finally made it to East Beach. There was the apartment of an old Vietnamese war veteran, and he had a crate full of weapons.
"Let's storm the place," Ryder said as CJ rolled into the driveway of the apartment.
"Hold up," CJ told Ryder as the two exited the vehicle simultaneously. "Let's just creep in, grab the guns, then bounce out."
"Yeah, yeah I got it - ninja style!" Ryder said. "Right..."
Ryder then cupped his hands over his mouth and faced the apartment building. "COME OUT YOU OLD BASTARD!" he shouted.
"Shut up!" CJ told him.
"He can't stop me, you buster, Carl!" Ryder said. "OK, fool, in you go - I'll keep watch."
CJ put on a black ski mask and silently crept into the house. Knowing who he was going up against, he knew he had to be silent about this. Luckily for him, he saw the first crate sitting right next to the staircase. So he crept slowly, grabbed the crate, and silently exited the apartment.
CJ stepped outside and set the crate inside the back of the truck.
Keep it coming, CJ!" Ryder told him.
CJ gave Ryder a thumbs up and slowly snuck his way back into the apartment. There were more crates upstairs. So CJ tiptoed up the steps and crept down the hallways. he saw one of the crates at the corner of the wall and slowly scooped it into his arms. He slowly walked down the stairs, being careful not to make a single sound.
He finally made it out through the exit and stored it in the back of the truck.
"What I tell y'all?" Ryder said. "We making a killing!"
CJ continued sneaking inside the house for more crates. He was feeling confident, yet less cocky. He still had to be silent while sneaking into the war veteran's home. CJ tiptoed up the stairs and crept through the hallways to find another crate. He saw one sitting right against the wall and scooped it into his arms. He walked slowly through the hallways and quietly down the stairs, heading for the exit. As he got outside, he stored the crate in the back of the truck.
"You're a natural house-breaker, homie!" Ryder told CJ.
CJ felt that it was enough crates inside the truck and decided to leave.
"Okay," CJ informed. "I think that's enough. Let's just take what we got and dip out."
So CJ and Ryder entered the truck, and CJ started the engine and made a right turn on the road.
"A'ight, now we straight," Ryder said as CJ drove straight down the street. "LB's got a storage down on Seville Boulevard Families' turf we can use."
"I'm on it!" CJ said. Then he saw Ryder smoking another joint. "Seriously, Ryder-man, you gotta give up them sticks," CJ told his friend.
"What?" Ryder uttered. "I'll give up the water if you give up being a busta."
"Hold it right there, homie!" CJ protested.
"Buster!" Ryder repeated.
"Forget it," CJ told him.
"Forget you, fool!" Ryder shot back.
"One day, you're gonna wish you hadn't piss me off," CJ muttered under his breath.
"Did I hear something?" Ryder asked mockingly holding a hand over his ear. "Sounds like the busta complaining again!"
"Man, this is childlish," CJ admitted.
"Man, i ain't talking you to no more fool," Ryder told him.
Good times, CJ thought. It's nice being back home arguing with my homie again. Brings back so much.
Cj finally arrived at Playa del Seville to store the truck into the storage. CJ and Ryder exited the vehicle and walked out of the storage.
"You see I told you, simple," Ryder told CJ.
"Yeah that was a real breeze," CJ muttered.
"Say CJ," Ryder told him, "you gotta get it in your head that this is everyday shit homie."
CJ took a second to think about what Ryder told him.
Shit, I'm not sure about robberies, he thought. I mean, I'm used to blasting on these Ballas around the block, but stealth has never really been my thing.
"Ok look," CJ told Ryder. "I'm tired. I'll see you later."
"A'ight holmes," Ryder said. "Just think about what I said."
Man, that fool been watching too many kung-fu movies, CJ thought shaking his head.
CJ watched as Ryder turned to leave. Feeling tired and weary himself, CJ looked at his watch. It was 9:25 PM. So CJ decided to go back to Grove Street on foot. He wanted to get an early morning wakening.