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A few weeks passed by with no action from the gang. Sketch inquired to Quincy about the lack of action and he shrugged. "Wolf wants ta make sure dat da people is surprised when he strikes next. So we's jest takin' a little break." He explained. This seemed suitable to Sketch enough. He liked just hanging out with the boys. But when Wolf announced his departure for a few days, Sketch's blood froze. "I'm gonna go away fer a few days. I'm puttin' Quincy in charge dis time." Wolf said, pointing to Quincy. The boys cheered and slapped Quincy on the back and for once, Quincy managed a pleased smile. "But where's ya goin'?" Sketch whispered after he had cut his way to Wolf through the crowd. Wolf grinned and winked at Sketch. "Doncha worry kid. Da guys won't hoit ya. An' anyway, I'll be back before ya know it." He said, slapping on his cap and walking boldly down the street, followed by the cheers of his gang members. Sketch watched him misreably as he went. "Dere goes my protection." He muttered. Ross came up from behind him and put his arm around Sketch's shoulder. "Doncha worry buddy boy. We'll have fun all by ourselves while da boss is gone! It'll be great!" He said, pulling Sketch away from his forlorn position on the road.
Wolf turned around the corner to look at the boys. Already they were talking eagerly about what they would do while he was gone. He smiled and turned back around. "Let 'em have dey're fun. Dey'se good boys and dey'se seived me well. I jest hope dey don't blow dey're cova, but I know dat Quincy kin handle dat." Wolf murmured to himself. He walked all alone for a long time before he arrived in Queens territory. He made his way past the many houses and stores before he came to the Distribution Office. He walked past the line of boys waiting for their turns and instead walked into the back room where numerous people, men and boys, were putting papers in order. His dark blue eyes searched the room until a blonde head and flushed face came into view.
"Heya Windy. Ya gotta minute?" He asked quietly. The man raised his flushed and sweaty face upward and grinned in realization. "Heya kid! How ya doin'?" Windy asked, clapping a hand on the boy's back. "Good. You gotta minute?" Wolf repeated. Windy looked over at the other men who waved their hands at him. "Ah, I'm gittin' off in five minutes anyway. What's skippin' out eaily gonna do?" Windy mused, putting his arm around Wolf's shoulder and walking out of the office with him. A few minutes later the two came to rest on a nearby park bench. Wolf was silent for a few minutes, his fingers playing with a bright green leaf. Windy watched him patiently, waiting for him to speak.
Finally, Wolf's head looked up, not at Windy, but at the sky above him, with a somewhat searching glance. "I been doin' good. But not great Windy. I ain't got 'im yet." He murmured mournfully. Windy looked at him contemplatively, but didn't speak. Wolf lowered his head and looked at Windy. "I dunno what I'll do if I don't git 'im Windy. I've gotta git 'im. He took my life an' now I gotta take his!" Wolf said angrily. Windy placed a steady hand on Wolf's arm that had begun to tense. As a reflex, Wolf threw Windy's hand off before he knew what he was doing. Wolf's eyes softened as he realized what he had done and he looked away, but not before mumbling, "Sorry Windy." Windy nodded and leaned back against the bench.
"You got spirit Wolf. Yer fadda would be proud of ya fer dat. But ya gotta undastan' dat once you kill 'im, it's all ova. All of it. Den what'll ya do huh? What'll yer boys do? Dey've been specifically chosen ta help ya do dis crime. Dey don't know how ta do anytin' else but fight. What are dey gonna do? What are you gonna do wit' da rest of yer life?" Windy asked pointedly. Wolf didn't look at Windy for a few moments. "I'm jest tryin' ta git revenge fer me fadda." Wolf murmured. Windy's eyes softened, but they still contained firm resolve. "I know dat. But you've gotta realize da consequences of yer actions. What if da bulls catch ya?" Windy asked earnestly. Wolf turned upon Windy, his eyes flashing. He jumped up from the bench and clenched his fists. "Don't eva say dat Windy! Da bulls'll neva catch me! Dey cain't! Dey didn't do nothin' 'bout me fadda's death an' dey ain't gonna do nothin' afta I kill a moidera! I kin take care of everytin' Windy! Undastan'?" With that, Wolf stormed away from Windy, turning the corner angrily. Windy looked after him for a time, shook his head and murmured, "He's jest like his fadda."
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A few weeks passed by with no action from the gang. Sketch inquired to Quincy about the lack of action and he shrugged. "Wolf wants ta make sure dat da people is surprised when he strikes next. So we's jest takin' a little break." He explained. This seemed suitable to Sketch enough. He liked just hanging out with the boys. But when Wolf announced his departure for a few days, Sketch's blood froze. "I'm gonna go away fer a few days. I'm puttin' Quincy in charge dis time." Wolf said, pointing to Quincy. The boys cheered and slapped Quincy on the back and for once, Quincy managed a pleased smile. "But where's ya goin'?" Sketch whispered after he had cut his way to Wolf through the crowd. Wolf grinned and winked at Sketch. "Doncha worry kid. Da guys won't hoit ya. An' anyway, I'll be back before ya know it." He said, slapping on his cap and walking boldly down the street, followed by the cheers of his gang members. Sketch watched him misreably as he went. "Dere goes my protection." He muttered. Ross came up from behind him and put his arm around Sketch's shoulder. "Doncha worry buddy boy. We'll have fun all by ourselves while da boss is gone! It'll be great!" He said, pulling Sketch away from his forlorn position on the road.
Wolf turned around the corner to look at the boys. Already they were talking eagerly about what they would do while he was gone. He smiled and turned back around. "Let 'em have dey're fun. Dey'se good boys and dey'se seived me well. I jest hope dey don't blow dey're cova, but I know dat Quincy kin handle dat." Wolf murmured to himself. He walked all alone for a long time before he arrived in Queens territory. He made his way past the many houses and stores before he came to the Distribution Office. He walked past the line of boys waiting for their turns and instead walked into the back room where numerous people, men and boys, were putting papers in order. His dark blue eyes searched the room until a blonde head and flushed face came into view.
"Heya Windy. Ya gotta minute?" He asked quietly. The man raised his flushed and sweaty face upward and grinned in realization. "Heya kid! How ya doin'?" Windy asked, clapping a hand on the boy's back. "Good. You gotta minute?" Wolf repeated. Windy looked over at the other men who waved their hands at him. "Ah, I'm gittin' off in five minutes anyway. What's skippin' out eaily gonna do?" Windy mused, putting his arm around Wolf's shoulder and walking out of the office with him. A few minutes later the two came to rest on a nearby park bench. Wolf was silent for a few minutes, his fingers playing with a bright green leaf. Windy watched him patiently, waiting for him to speak.
Finally, Wolf's head looked up, not at Windy, but at the sky above him, with a somewhat searching glance. "I been doin' good. But not great Windy. I ain't got 'im yet." He murmured mournfully. Windy looked at him contemplatively, but didn't speak. Wolf lowered his head and looked at Windy. "I dunno what I'll do if I don't git 'im Windy. I've gotta git 'im. He took my life an' now I gotta take his!" Wolf said angrily. Windy placed a steady hand on Wolf's arm that had begun to tense. As a reflex, Wolf threw Windy's hand off before he knew what he was doing. Wolf's eyes softened as he realized what he had done and he looked away, but not before mumbling, "Sorry Windy." Windy nodded and leaned back against the bench.
"You got spirit Wolf. Yer fadda would be proud of ya fer dat. But ya gotta undastan' dat once you kill 'im, it's all ova. All of it. Den what'll ya do huh? What'll yer boys do? Dey've been specifically chosen ta help ya do dis crime. Dey don't know how ta do anytin' else but fight. What are dey gonna do? What are you gonna do wit' da rest of yer life?" Windy asked pointedly. Wolf didn't look at Windy for a few moments. "I'm jest tryin' ta git revenge fer me fadda." Wolf murmured. Windy's eyes softened, but they still contained firm resolve. "I know dat. But you've gotta realize da consequences of yer actions. What if da bulls catch ya?" Windy asked earnestly. Wolf turned upon Windy, his eyes flashing. He jumped up from the bench and clenched his fists. "Don't eva say dat Windy! Da bulls'll neva catch me! Dey cain't! Dey didn't do nothin' 'bout me fadda's death an' dey ain't gonna do nothin' afta I kill a moidera! I kin take care of everytin' Windy! Undastan'?" With that, Wolf stormed away from Windy, turning the corner angrily. Windy looked after him for a time, shook his head and murmured, "He's jest like his fadda."
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