The next day, CJ was riding his bicycle around exploring his old hometown. He went to the stores, attended some clubs, and even decided to go on a date with Denise. He took her to the dance club and was able to satisfy her interest. He might have his first girlfriend in his life.
Eventually, evening had fallen, and CJ decided to see what OG Loc was up to back in Burger Shot. So CJ rode his bicycle to Burger shot and entered the restaurant. He approached the counter to see the manager behind it.
"Hey, excuse me," he told the manager. "Loc around here?"
"Whuh?" the manager asked. "Who? You want fries with that?"
"Loc," CJ responded once again emphasizing his words. "Is he available for coh-myoo-nee-kay-shun?"
"Who?" the manager asked once again. "Loc?"
"Man…." CJ groaned.
"Oh," the manager replied finally getting who CJ was talking about. "You mean Jeffery! Yeah, our Appliance Technician called in sick so Jeff- LOC, he got promoted."
"So..." CJ replied.
"So, he's out back cleaning the fryer," the manager told him.
CJ walked away and snuck behind the backroom, where he spotted Loc with his elbows deep in the dirty fryer.
"Hey, what up, Loc?" CJ greeted.
OG Loc turned around to see CJ. "CJ," OG Loc cried out. "What's up, homie? Hey - my shit is so tight right now, it's about to bust!"
"So you happy now, homie?" CJ asked.
"Happy?" OG Loc asked suddenly sounding somber. "Man, hell, no. I can't take this shit much longer. Man, I'm an artiste! I'd rather be inside! Man, I can't get a deal for nothing. Motherfuckers always wanna keep a nigga down. And that Scipio, Madd Dogg's manager, is putting it on real heavy, man. He crampin' my style for real.
"Heavy?" CJ asked. "Man, he's five foot three."
"But that fool strong," OG Loc replied. "Man, we gotta take him out. He done blackballed me, man. I can't get in the game no way. I told you I'm an artist, a communicator and nobody can even hear my message. He's going around, telling everybody I'm whack."
He ain't lying, CJ thought. Even Vanilla Ice has wittier lyrics than anything you wrote, that is if you even wrote that shit.
"Well, he obviously ain't heard your new shit," CJ told him. "That shit is outrageous."
"That's what I'm talking about, man," OG Loc said. "Down, with a frown, on the town, a sad clown." He then uttered an obnoxious, high-pitched chuckle.
"Alright, so what you want me to do?" CJ asked.
"I want you to take that motherfucker out," OG Loc told him silently.
CJ looked at him sideways to see if he had heard Loc correctly. "Kill him?" he asked.
"Well, I didn't mean date him," OG Loc said. "Listen, he's gonna be attending some awards ceremony, and that's the only time he leaves Dogg's side."
CJ just walked away shaking his head. Was OG Loc serious? Did CJ really wanted the manager of a famous rapper killed just because he didn't like OG Loc's rapping, which was undeniably terrible? As much as he wanted to help out his childhood ally, he had no intentions of murdering anyone who never had it coming. So he had to think of a way to make the death look like an accident instead.
As CJ contrived ways on how to make the murder of Madd Dogg's manager look like an accident, he hopped onto his bicycle and rode straight up to the direction to Madd Dogg's crib. As he got closer on Temple street, he heard his cellphone ring. CJ pulled it out to answer it.
"Ah, Loc," he answered. "What's up now, man?"
"One of Madd Dogg's chauffeurs just left the Burger shot across town," Loc told CJ over the phone. "Said he was headed over to the music awards."
"Good looking," CJ replied. "I'ma see if I could catch up to him."
But to CJ's surprise, he saw that the car, which appeared to be a black Elegant, was still in parking mode, and the driver wasn't even in the car yet. Luckily for CJ, the driver wasn't even looking at the car and was focusing on tying his shoes. So As CJ got closer, he hopped off of his bike, snuck to the car, and swiped the car out of the parking lot. The driver turned around to find the car getting away.
"Hey!" he shouted.
CJ didn't turn back. He rode as fast as he could while thinking of a way to make the death look like an accident. He had no intention of directly murdering anyone who did nothing to deserve it.
CJ continued driving through the city until he came across two similar Elegants that were parked straight on the side of the curb, with a wide gap between them. CJ carefully parallel parked between the two cars and the drivers each got into each of the vehicles.
"Hey, what kept you?" the lead driver asked through the radio. "Come on we need to go and pick up the boss!"
CJ followed the lead driver to drive straight down to the Cathay Theater, in which the award ceremony was taking place. There, Madd Dogg's manager, Alan Crawford, nicknamed Scipio, was being interviewed on the red carpet.
"Congratulations on your award," the interviewed told him. "You must be thrilled!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," Scipio replied. "I'd like to thank my fans, my momma and my dealer."
Meanwhile, the three Elegants continued driving straight. "Hold position in the middle of the motorcade until we get to the Awards Show," the leader announced. "Stick close and let's roll!"
They finally pulled over in front of the Cathay Theater. CJ saw Scipio walked over to the Elegant and hopped inside. "Hey man," he told CJ, not recognizing his real identity. "Take me back to Dogg's mansion."
"F'sho, Scipio," CJ told him.
He started to drive smoothly straight ahead. Suddenly, he started losing control, and the car was driving out of control.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Scipio cried.
I don't know!" CJ shouted. "I think somebody rigged this damn car or something!"
"Who the fuck would tamper with this vehicle?!" Scipio asked in a panicking voice.
"You think I'm some psychic or something?!" CJ shouted as he drove wildly down Verona Beach. "How would I know?!"
The car continued to spin out of control, and as CJ struggled to keep it onto the road, it was heading south down the street. It eventually got closer to the pier.
"I think some asshole put oil in the wheels!" CJ shouted.
"I should've know!" Scipio growled as the car continued spinning out of control. "It was that whack ass rapper Loc or whatever he's called! He did this!"
"I think he did!" CJ told him.
"He must've rigged this car or something!" Scipio snarled. "Or probably put oil in the tires!"
Then he stared outside to see that the car was spinning out of control right next to the pier.
"Ah shit!" Scipio cried out. "Yo Dawg! You have to keep this car on land! I can't swim!"
"I'm trying!" CJ cried out. "I'm trying!"
But unfortunately, it was too late. CJ tried to turn left, but his fingers slipped off of the steering wheel, and the Elegant fell off the side of the pier and flew right into the ocean.
"Holy FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Scipio shouted as the vehicle finally fell into the deep end of the water.
CJ pretended to be drowning and watched as Scipio struggled to unstrap his seat belt off as the vehicle sank. With the vehicle sinking lower and lower, CJ finally swam back up the surface and took a breath as his head emerged out of the water.
The whole thing had been planned. CJ was really pretending to have the car go out of control because he wanted to make Scipio's death look like an accident instead of killing him directly. Still, he felt remorse for having to murder a famous rapper's manager.
CJ swam back to shore and stepped out of the water. His clothing was soaking wet. He felt water dripping through his eyes. He spat some of the water out. CJ felt cold in the cool, nocturnal air. He shivered as he crossed his arms. CJ was also getting tired. So he took the bus back home ready to take a shower and get in the bed.