Spot didn't fight the cop who was dragging him into the carriage; he knew Christy would be in better hands with adults then in his hands. But if he knew that why was it tearing him up so much.

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When Christy came to she was in a big room that she didn't recognize. Her side was still killing her, along with her eye and her jaw. Tenderly she lifted up her shirt a ways to see that her cut had been sewn up with stitches. Thank God I was unconscious when they stitched me up. Christy thought. Then voices floated into her ears. They were the voices of boys who were playing a game of cards.

"Come on Race…dis ain't fair."

"Aww yer jest mad cause I'se beet en you'se every hand."

"Ain't it weird…dat a goil is here? She's fine thou." With that comment Christy sat up and glared at the boys. She bit her lip ignoring the sodden wave of pain.

"What'd you'se say?" She asked her eyes flashing.

"Oh…uh…so yer from Brooklyn?" the boys who had obviously had made the last remark asked.

"Yeah…I'se am," Christy said her eyes darting around the room looking at the boys. M&M was there; he was asleep on one of the many beds in the room. "Where am I'se exactly?"

"You'se in da Manhattan Refuge. I'se Racetrack," The boy introduced himself as he held out his hand to Christy.

"Scamp…nice ta met you'se," Christy said carefully as she shook hands with Race.

"Dis here is Kid Blink, Mush and Itey," Race pointed to each boy as he said their name. "You'se know M&M right?"

"Yeah were close…"Christy's voice trailed of as she remembered something. "Spot!" She shouted. "Are dere any other boys from Brooklyn here?"

The boys looked at each other confused. "No…just you'se two." Blink said.

"Awww $h*t!" Christy jumped up off her bed but eminently fell back onto it. She gowned.

"What's wrong?" Race asked walking over to her. Christy showed him her cut. "Holy $h*t!!! How'd ya get dat?"

"You know a guy named Jag?"

"Yeah he's da leadea of da Bronx," Itey called from across the room.

"Well to make a long story short…He had a knife…I went after him…I got a huge cut…her got a broken nose and a concussion," Even though she was in extreme pain, Christy smiled to her self. "Can you go wake up M&M?"

"Yeah, sure," He kid named Mush said. A few seconds later Christy saw M&M looming over her.

"What's ya want Scamp?" he asked groggily.

"Where's Spot?"

"I donno…probably at da Brooklyn Refuge. It depends on which cop took ya…we'se was taken by a Manhattan one; he was taken by a Brooklyn one. Can I'se go back ta sleep now?"

"Sure…thanks M&M," Christy said as she herself fell asleep.