Thanks to those who reviewed...greatly appreciated, and i didn't feel like attempting the fight scene cuz the story is already over 20 pgs...thanks again everyone!

Short chapter, sry!

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"Hey, Torch!"

Torch turned to find Jack yelling for him as he crossed the street. His eyes narrowed. "Yah. What?" Jack came to a stop next to him.

"Can ya do me a favah?" Torch quickly became more cordial.

"Stop yellin' and I might."

Jack lowered his voice. "I need ya ta take dis ta Brooklyn." He handed him a piece of paper. "Da address is on da back, just say ya got a message for Spot and ya one of Jacky's boys, and dey'll take ya right to 'im. Same ting if one o' 'is boys stops ya."

"I tink I can do dat."

"Go, right now, ya done sellin', aintcha?"

"Yah."

"Go." And with that, Jack pushed Torch toward the bridge.

As he watched Torch run, he pondered over what Blink had told the boys last night at the House. After telling what he'd heard from Torch, he added, "Dere's somethin' strange 'bout 'im I can't put my finga on." The newsies nodded all around. "Keep ya eyes out for 'im."

Jack had noticed the same thing.

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Well, dis is interesting, Torch thought to himself. Jack's never trusted me with a message before. I betta get it straight to Spot Conlon.

He'd heard all the stories of the tough Brooklyn leader and how he helped in the strike. So now, I gets ta meet da King of Brooklyn. Hmm.

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Torch stepped onto land on the other side of the bridge. As he walked in what he thought was the general direction of the Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House, a shadow watched the boy. I'm either delusional, or that's…no way. I thought Red was dead in the fire. Must've started it, the plank. I'll get Red if it's the last thing I do.