AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, now I know this is short, but right now with my
schedule, it's kinda tough to find time to sit down and write, so here ya
go.
~SHOUT OUTS~
Lucky-Thanx! Yeah Slider is an ass, but you don't know the half of it yet!!
Jami-LOL, thank you! Here's somewhat of an explanation for what's going on, but you'll hafta keep reading to figure it all out!
KtStar-Thanks for your constant reviews, I really appreciate it!
Emu-Thank ya too, especially for your correction of BumlEts name!
Stymie-Thank you! Could I have your web site URL?
*****THANK YA ALL!!!!!!!***** ***************
Chapter 7-ToCs
"So." Jack began once all the newsies plus Raider and Sly had claimed a bunk to sit on.
Raider glanced over at Sly who was sitting next to him, Sly shrugged slightly, and glanced back at Jack and Spot who were sitting side by side on the bunk across from them.
"Yer from Chicago ain't ya?" Blink asked from his perch, on the bunk above Spot and Jack
"Yeah, we're from Chicago." Raider nodded his agreement.
"So who are ya?" Spot asked bluntly.
"Sly an' Raider, I thought we already did the introductions." Sly quipped. Raider glared at him, now was not the time for Sly to be running his mouth.
Spot smirked, "I know dat, I meant, ya said somethin' 'bout bein' Razz Hawks, I think it was. What's dat?"
Raider spoke up before Sly had a chance, "Before we tell ya that, I wanna know, how much has Hot Shot told ya 'bout Chicago?"
"Nothin'" The statement was agreed to by every other person in the room.
"Nothin'?! As in, like absolutely nothin'?" Raider asked. He looked at Sly who looked back at him, his expression clearly reading, 'you expected her to?' "I woulda thought she woulda told yall somethin'" Sly just rolled his eyes.
"Nah, she kept it all ta 'erself, brushed off da subject any time someone tried ta talk ta 'er 'bout it." Jack answered.
"Go figure." Sly said under his breath, Raider glared at him. "You honestly thought Raider, that she would tell 'em what happened there? She never would have told us, if we hadn't been there."
"What 'appened?" Spot asked coolly, looking back and forth between the two boys.
Sly and Raider looked at each other a long time, communicating silently, by facial expressions and slight head shakes. "It's not our's to tell" Raider whispered in Italian to Sly, who agreed with a nod. "We can't tell you." Raider said turning back to the group.
"Why not?" Blink asked. Sly looked up at him quizzically, "Da names Blink." He said to Sly, who grinned in return.
"Sly" Blink nodded and grinned, before turning back to Raider with his question still hanging in the air.
"Because it ain't our story ta tell, it's Hot Shot's."
"Slick"
"Whateva, ask her, if she'll tell ya. But we ain't gonna tell ya."
"Ok, so back ta me otha question, whatsa Razz Hawk?" Spot asked.
Sly smirked, "It's actually Razz's Hawks, that's what we were, onea Razz's Hawks." Several eyebrows raised and looked quizzically at the two Chicagoans.
"Who's Razz?"
"Our leader. The leader of the Hawks."
"A gang?"
"Yeah a gang. One of three. The Hawks, Blades, an' Sliders. All known as The ToCs." Raider clarified.
"ToCs? What da 'ell is a ToC?" Mush asked.
Sly grinned wickedly, "It's short for Thief or Thieves of Chicago. The Hawks, Blades, an' Sliders make up what the cops call the Thieves of Chicago. We're professional thieves, an' criminals by trade."
The rest of the bunkroom looked around at each other a little nervously.
Raider laughed, "Don' worry, we don' steal from people we know."
"I's gotta 'nother question," Spot started, "dis Slider guy that came inta Tibby's taday, I'm guessin' 'e's da leadah of da Sliders?" Raider and Sly both nodded the affirmative. "An' dis Slider an' Slick or whateva ya wanna call 'er 'ave some 'istory, am I right." Again, two more nods. "But ya ain't gonna tell us what dat 'istory is?" Again, nods. "Are ya gonna tell us anymore 'bout Chicago?" This time two heads shook negatively. "I see." Identical twin smirks.
Raider looked around, glanced at Sly, then looked at Jack, "Uh, I know, ya don' know us very well." Spot snorted, two glares were sent his way, "But, I, we, we was wonderin' could we maybe stay 'ere? I wanna stay with......Slick, an' I know Sly does too."
Jack looked at the two boys, surprised the even had to ask, "Yeah, 'o 'course ya can stay, ya can stay ferever fer all I care, but, if ya do, ya gotta become Newsies."
Raider looked at Sly, who merely shrugged and nodded, "All right, thanks, I wanna watch over Hot Shot tanight though, jus' incase she wakes up."
"Slick." Sly corrected, and earned a glare from Raider.
Jack laughed, "Ok, we got an extra bunk, right behind ya, cause yer actually sitting on Slick's bunk, mine's the one above it."
Both boys, looked at the empty bunk behind them, then back at each other nodding, "Yeah, that'll work, thanks Jack."
"No problem."
Raider got up to go back into the other bunkroom to be with Slick, Sly followed, "I'll go ta the warehouse we stashed our stuff in tomorrow, an' get it, you gonna stay an' watch 'er all night?" Raider nodded. "Alright." Sly glanced back in the room filled with newsies, "This is shoa gonna be different."
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~SHOUT OUTS~
Lucky-Thanx! Yeah Slider is an ass, but you don't know the half of it yet!!
Jami-LOL, thank you! Here's somewhat of an explanation for what's going on, but you'll hafta keep reading to figure it all out!
KtStar-Thanks for your constant reviews, I really appreciate it!
Emu-Thank ya too, especially for your correction of BumlEts name!
Stymie-Thank you! Could I have your web site URL?
*****THANK YA ALL!!!!!!!***** ***************
Chapter 7-ToCs
"So." Jack began once all the newsies plus Raider and Sly had claimed a bunk to sit on.
Raider glanced over at Sly who was sitting next to him, Sly shrugged slightly, and glanced back at Jack and Spot who were sitting side by side on the bunk across from them.
"Yer from Chicago ain't ya?" Blink asked from his perch, on the bunk above Spot and Jack
"Yeah, we're from Chicago." Raider nodded his agreement.
"So who are ya?" Spot asked bluntly.
"Sly an' Raider, I thought we already did the introductions." Sly quipped. Raider glared at him, now was not the time for Sly to be running his mouth.
Spot smirked, "I know dat, I meant, ya said somethin' 'bout bein' Razz Hawks, I think it was. What's dat?"
Raider spoke up before Sly had a chance, "Before we tell ya that, I wanna know, how much has Hot Shot told ya 'bout Chicago?"
"Nothin'" The statement was agreed to by every other person in the room.
"Nothin'?! As in, like absolutely nothin'?" Raider asked. He looked at Sly who looked back at him, his expression clearly reading, 'you expected her to?' "I woulda thought she woulda told yall somethin'" Sly just rolled his eyes.
"Nah, she kept it all ta 'erself, brushed off da subject any time someone tried ta talk ta 'er 'bout it." Jack answered.
"Go figure." Sly said under his breath, Raider glared at him. "You honestly thought Raider, that she would tell 'em what happened there? She never would have told us, if we hadn't been there."
"What 'appened?" Spot asked coolly, looking back and forth between the two boys.
Sly and Raider looked at each other a long time, communicating silently, by facial expressions and slight head shakes. "It's not our's to tell" Raider whispered in Italian to Sly, who agreed with a nod. "We can't tell you." Raider said turning back to the group.
"Why not?" Blink asked. Sly looked up at him quizzically, "Da names Blink." He said to Sly, who grinned in return.
"Sly" Blink nodded and grinned, before turning back to Raider with his question still hanging in the air.
"Because it ain't our story ta tell, it's Hot Shot's."
"Slick"
"Whateva, ask her, if she'll tell ya. But we ain't gonna tell ya."
"Ok, so back ta me otha question, whatsa Razz Hawk?" Spot asked.
Sly smirked, "It's actually Razz's Hawks, that's what we were, onea Razz's Hawks." Several eyebrows raised and looked quizzically at the two Chicagoans.
"Who's Razz?"
"Our leader. The leader of the Hawks."
"A gang?"
"Yeah a gang. One of three. The Hawks, Blades, an' Sliders. All known as The ToCs." Raider clarified.
"ToCs? What da 'ell is a ToC?" Mush asked.
Sly grinned wickedly, "It's short for Thief or Thieves of Chicago. The Hawks, Blades, an' Sliders make up what the cops call the Thieves of Chicago. We're professional thieves, an' criminals by trade."
The rest of the bunkroom looked around at each other a little nervously.
Raider laughed, "Don' worry, we don' steal from people we know."
"I's gotta 'nother question," Spot started, "dis Slider guy that came inta Tibby's taday, I'm guessin' 'e's da leadah of da Sliders?" Raider and Sly both nodded the affirmative. "An' dis Slider an' Slick or whateva ya wanna call 'er 'ave some 'istory, am I right." Again, two more nods. "But ya ain't gonna tell us what dat 'istory is?" Again, nods. "Are ya gonna tell us anymore 'bout Chicago?" This time two heads shook negatively. "I see." Identical twin smirks.
Raider looked around, glanced at Sly, then looked at Jack, "Uh, I know, ya don' know us very well." Spot snorted, two glares were sent his way, "But, I, we, we was wonderin' could we maybe stay 'ere? I wanna stay with......Slick, an' I know Sly does too."
Jack looked at the two boys, surprised the even had to ask, "Yeah, 'o 'course ya can stay, ya can stay ferever fer all I care, but, if ya do, ya gotta become Newsies."
Raider looked at Sly, who merely shrugged and nodded, "All right, thanks, I wanna watch over Hot Shot tanight though, jus' incase she wakes up."
"Slick." Sly corrected, and earned a glare from Raider.
Jack laughed, "Ok, we got an extra bunk, right behind ya, cause yer actually sitting on Slick's bunk, mine's the one above it."
Both boys, looked at the empty bunk behind them, then back at each other nodding, "Yeah, that'll work, thanks Jack."
"No problem."
Raider got up to go back into the other bunkroom to be with Slick, Sly followed, "I'll go ta the warehouse we stashed our stuff in tomorrow, an' get it, you gonna stay an' watch 'er all night?" Raider nodded. "Alright." Sly glanced back in the room filled with newsies, "This is shoa gonna be different."
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