Chapter II
"I got my eye on Queens right now," Race said with a proud nod. "Everyone's lookin' out fer dem."
"Well, wait a minute," Specs chimed in. "How 'bout Brooklyn? If we just watch fer Queen, Brooklyn can have a chance to slip in."
"Aw, c'mon, Specs. We won a fight against dem! 'A coase dey's comin' fer us!" Race said loudly. He sighed and relaxed a bit. "I know we gotta watch out fer Brooklyn, but we gotta focus on Queens."
"We watch all borders at all times," Dave piped in from the corner. He rose and moved over towards the group. "Nobody will come in to cause any harm. Anyway, it's better safe than sorry."
The three others looked at Dave in surprise. Until now, he hadn't gotten into this mess. "Didn't think ya'd want in on dis," Jack said. "Kinda hoped ya wouldn't eiddah."
"I don't want in on it. I'll just do what I can that keeps me away from the action."
"But Jack, what would we do if say Spot and Wick were in dis tageddah somehow?" Specs asked. Everyone paused for a moment, thinking about his question.
"I doubt dey would be. Wick's against Spot too," Race said.
"No, no, wait," Dave said, chiming in again. "He has a point there. Maybe we should send someone to Spot. You know, someone who can talk. Someone who they know can hurt them. He'll talk to him and find out what's going on. There's a chance."
"Hmmm. . ." Jack thought for a moment. "I like dat idea, but who would be send?"
The room was quiet for a moment until Specs broke in. "Itey'd prolly go"
"He would, but he'd screw somethin' up. He awlways does," Race said. He furrowed his eyebrows momentarily in thought. "What 'bout Jake? He's a good tawkah. He's tough too. Dey know 'e beat up dat Queens guy."
"That was Queens though," Dave reminded them.
"But y'know how news travels. Dey'll know," Race argued. He looked at Jack and waited for a response.
"Well," Jack began, stroking his eyebrow. He heaved a heavy sigh. "Dis is dangerous; but if Jake'll do it, he can."
* * * * *
"So tell me, Spot. How're things wit Wick and you?" Jake asked casually as he sipped a drink.
"Wick? I hate da bastard," Spot answered bitterly.
"Do ya?" Jake chuckled a bit. "So do we."
"Jake, what'd ya come heah foah?"
Jack put his glass down and sat forwards, resting his forearms on his thighs. "I wanna know if yer interested in a plan 'a mine. I wanna know if ya wanna help me knock awf Wick."
"Ooo, I like that," Spot said, leaning forward with interest. "Come ovah heah. Let me get ya annuddah drink while ya tell me 'bout it." The two guys walked over to a table where two other newsies stood. "Pier, Reflex, get da man annuddah drink. So, tell me about dis plan 'a yers."
"Well, I figah since we both hate 'im, we could kill Wick tageddah. Y'know, so's we do a good job."
"Yeah," Spot said with another nod. "Well, it's too bad I awlready told Wick I'd take care 'a ya, ain't it?"
With one quick motion, before Jake could react, Spot gripped his hand tightly and held it to the desk. In his other hand, he took the knife from the table and stabbed it through his hand. Jake let out a loud, bellowing cry. Reflex wrapped a wire around his neck and sank to the floor with him as he suffocated.
"I got my eye on Queens right now," Race said with a proud nod. "Everyone's lookin' out fer dem."
"Well, wait a minute," Specs chimed in. "How 'bout Brooklyn? If we just watch fer Queen, Brooklyn can have a chance to slip in."
"Aw, c'mon, Specs. We won a fight against dem! 'A coase dey's comin' fer us!" Race said loudly. He sighed and relaxed a bit. "I know we gotta watch out fer Brooklyn, but we gotta focus on Queens."
"We watch all borders at all times," Dave piped in from the corner. He rose and moved over towards the group. "Nobody will come in to cause any harm. Anyway, it's better safe than sorry."
The three others looked at Dave in surprise. Until now, he hadn't gotten into this mess. "Didn't think ya'd want in on dis," Jack said. "Kinda hoped ya wouldn't eiddah."
"I don't want in on it. I'll just do what I can that keeps me away from the action."
"But Jack, what would we do if say Spot and Wick were in dis tageddah somehow?" Specs asked. Everyone paused for a moment, thinking about his question.
"I doubt dey would be. Wick's against Spot too," Race said.
"No, no, wait," Dave said, chiming in again. "He has a point there. Maybe we should send someone to Spot. You know, someone who can talk. Someone who they know can hurt them. He'll talk to him and find out what's going on. There's a chance."
"Hmmm. . ." Jack thought for a moment. "I like dat idea, but who would be send?"
The room was quiet for a moment until Specs broke in. "Itey'd prolly go"
"He would, but he'd screw somethin' up. He awlways does," Race said. He furrowed his eyebrows momentarily in thought. "What 'bout Jake? He's a good tawkah. He's tough too. Dey know 'e beat up dat Queens guy."
"That was Queens though," Dave reminded them.
"But y'know how news travels. Dey'll know," Race argued. He looked at Jack and waited for a response.
"Well," Jack began, stroking his eyebrow. He heaved a heavy sigh. "Dis is dangerous; but if Jake'll do it, he can."
* * * * *
"So tell me, Spot. How're things wit Wick and you?" Jake asked casually as he sipped a drink.
"Wick? I hate da bastard," Spot answered bitterly.
"Do ya?" Jake chuckled a bit. "So do we."
"Jake, what'd ya come heah foah?"
Jack put his glass down and sat forwards, resting his forearms on his thighs. "I wanna know if yer interested in a plan 'a mine. I wanna know if ya wanna help me knock awf Wick."
"Ooo, I like that," Spot said, leaning forward with interest. "Come ovah heah. Let me get ya annuddah drink while ya tell me 'bout it." The two guys walked over to a table where two other newsies stood. "Pier, Reflex, get da man annuddah drink. So, tell me about dis plan 'a yers."
"Well, I figah since we both hate 'im, we could kill Wick tageddah. Y'know, so's we do a good job."
"Yeah," Spot said with another nod. "Well, it's too bad I awlready told Wick I'd take care 'a ya, ain't it?"
With one quick motion, before Jake could react, Spot gripped his hand tightly and held it to the desk. In his other hand, he took the knife from the table and stabbed it through his hand. Jake let out a loud, bellowing cry. Reflex wrapped a wire around his neck and sank to the floor with him as he suffocated.