As CJ continued to mope, Cesar, Ryder, and LB walked into the office.

"Yo CJ, what's crackin' homie!" Ryder greeted, showing CJ the big bag of cash in his hand. "Check this – while you were capping them Da Nang bustas and the Loco Shitheads, me and LB, we capped all of Smoke's lieutenants and got all the moolah, motherfucker!"

"Hell yeah!" LB added. "My man Ryder is like a black widow – killing the motherfuckers silently!"

"Hell yeah, Carl!" Cesar said. "You're a fucking hero down in LS! I just spoke to my cousin!"

"Not wit' my people I ain't," CJ said in a disappointing tone. "Shit's still fucked up! Man, I got homies I used to run with that turn their back on me, over this."

"Who gives a shit, CJ?" Ryder told him. "That fat fuck ain't our homie no mo'! He sold us out! Remember?!"

"Yeah, well, what are you going to do, huh?" Cesar added.

CJ then hopped out of his seat. "Fucking Smoke, man!" he shouted. "He was my homie – and now he a fucking pusher!"

"Yo, CJ, you really need to stop being a fucking softie!" LB told him.

"He's right, holmes!" Cesar added. "Cheer the fuck up! You're going soft on me, man. You did something good, eh?"

"Yes you did," CJ heard a voice from behind. He turned to see Woozie and his allies at the front door. "But this isn't over yet."

"What you mean?" CJ asked.

"Well, your former friend have a factory," Woozie informed. "And the way I see it, if you take that out, you will have put them out of business for good."

"Jeah," Ryder added. "Me and LB been capping Smoke's lieutenants from giving the fatass his yay, and now it's about time we blow the factory to the fucking sky! Come on, CJ! Let's bounce!

"Listen to the man, Dawg," LB added. "We blow up Smoke's crack factory, the Loco Syndicate will be out of business for good!"

So CJ followed Ryder and LB to a parked vehicle outside and the three hopped inside. As CJ started the engine, he heard his phone ring. He pulled it out of his pocket to answer it.

"Yeah?" CJ answered.

"CJ," he heard a voice over the phone answer.

"Who is this?" CJ asked.

"I work for Woozie," the mysterious man replied. "He told me to call you."

"Alright, whassup?" CJ asked.

"I'm rigging a car with explosives so you can take out the crack factory!" the man answered. "Drop around the garage Downtown."

"Cool," CJ responded. "I'll be at you in a minute." He hung up the phone.

"Yo who was that?" LB asked.

"That was one of Woozie's boys," CJ replied. "He's giving us a vehicle to rig it and blow up the factory once and for all. It's at the Bomb Shop Downtown."

"Well let's get to the Bomb Shop then, motherfucker!" Ryder ordered. "It's time to take that factory down!"

So CJ drove through the streets of Downtown. He could see the sky changing from pink to orange. It was as if he was driving through an intricate painting. He finally reached the destination and pulled over to the Bomb Shop. He and the other two hopped out of the vehicle and walked towards the shop.

"This must be the place," CJ said.

"Naw," Ryder answered caustically. "It's the fucking crack place! Ain't it fucking obvious?"

CJ didn't have time to listen to Ryder's sarcastic remarks. He just walked inside the shop, where he saw a mechanic working on the vehicle.

"Hey man, is it ready?" CJ asked the mechanic.

"She's all set," the mechanic replied. "Get in."

"Cool!" CJ said. "Come on, fellas. Let's get in."

So CJ hopped inside the driver's seat while Ryder took the passenger's seat and LB in the back.

"She's packing enough to take out that crack lab," the mechanic added. "I've wired in a delay timer, to give you time to get out."

"You hear that, fellas?" CJ told Ryder and LB. "We gotta pay attention to the time, or we might get blown along with the crack place."

"Shit," LB said. "Don't need to tell me twice."

"Cool," CJ said. He turned to the mechanic. "Good looking."

"What the fuck you just stalling for?" Ryder told CJ. "Get on outta here! We got a fucking crack house to blow up, motherfucker! And don't crash this car – or else you'll blow us all up before the motherfucking factory does!"

"He's right, CJ," LB added. "Be careful on the impact. This car is still rigged."

So CJ drove through Downtown and down the streets. He knew he had to be careful how he drove, because one hit and the car would blow up instantly. By the time CJ reached the factory, there were already guards up front.

"Brace yo'selves, fellas," CJ told Ryder and LB. "We got company up ahead."

"Don't worry about me, motherfucker," Ryder told him, pulling out his tech nine. "I got my heat!"

CJ took the car and ran over the two guards.

"We're being hit!" one of the guards from inside the gate shouted. "Open the gate and waste the dumb fucks, holmes!"

"Ready?" CJ asked Ryder and LB.

"READY!" Ryder and LB said together as they pulled out their weapons and rolled down their windows.

As the gate finally opened, the guards shot at the car. CJ ran some of them over, and Ryder and LB shot most of them from the window.

"Who you punk motherfuckers think you fucking with?!" Ryder shouted. "I'll go Bruce Lee on yo' asses!"

"Y'all ain't no match against us, you crackheaded bustas!" LB shouted.

CJ just continued to drive the car through the factory until he got inside the crack lab. He drove inside until he finally reached the dead end where the chemical containers stood at.

"What the fuck is he doing?" one of the guards shouted out running to the vehicle. CJ just ran over the guy and parked his car right next to the chemicals.

"A'ight, fellas!" CJ announced to Ryder and LB. "The timer's on! So we better get the fuck out of here before it runs to zero!"

"Don't need to tell me twice, motherfucker!" Ryder yelled as he and the other two hopped out of the car immediately. They then stopped when they saw more guards surrounding them.

"Shit, man!" Ryder yelled. "They got us cornered! We gotta blast these fools!"

So CJ, Ryder, and LB took out their weapons and killed the guards. They quickly dashed out of the crack lab and out on the opening. Ryder stared at his stopwatch.

"Jeah," he muttered. "Explosion coming in three...two...one!"

The trio watched as the crack lab finally exploded loudly.

"Yeah!" LB shouted at the top of his lungs. "Big Smoke's crack place is history!"

"Hell jeah!" Ryder added. "We capped Smoke's lieutenants, we took out the Locos, and Smoke no longer has a crack place! Time to head over to the garage and celebrate!"

But before the trio had a chance to leave, the gates suddenly closed.

"Ah shit!" CJ shouted. "How we supposed to get out now?"

"Use that car!" LB told him. "Take it to the ramp and we outta here!"

So the trio hopped inside the car, and CJ took the wheel, driving it through the factory.

"You think you can make it through that jump without killing us all, CJ?" Ryder asked.

"I hope," CJ told him. He spotted the ramp up ahead. So CJ concentrated, drove straight to the ramp, hopped right off it, and landed back into the ramp on the outside.

"JEAH!" Ryder shouted. "GROVE STREET STYLE, MOTHERFUCKER! Y'ALL CAN'T STOP US!"

"Great job, CJ!" LB added as CJ drove back to the garage. "Time to celebrate!"

They hopped out of the vehicle and walked towards the garage.

"Yo look guys," CJ told Ryder and LB, "I've had a long day and I'm tired right now. I'll meet y'all tomorrow."

"A'ight," Ryder replied, giving CJ a handshake. "Take care, CJ."

"Right back atcha!" LB said, returning the gesture to CJ.

As he and Ryder headed back to the garage, CJ walked back to his apartment.

The Loco Syndicate was now history, the drug dealing was permanently out of business, and he no longer had to worry about any more gangs to take out. It's been a really long day for him, and he was ready to rebuild the garage. So CJ took off his shoes, headed to the bedroom, and slumped onto the bed. He wanted a good night sleep so he could be prepared for the early morning.