Chapter 9
--Fallen Angels--
The cafeteria inside of the jail was always busy at lunchtime, which is expected obviously. This was also a place of mischeif, from drug deals under the tables, to threats, to fist fights. It was unruley, but not total chaos. There were distinct areas inside of the cafeteria. One table was filled with members of the 'Dead Angels', then there were some hispanics, some other different groups within the jail. A few other gangs, but they tried to stay pretty secretive, lest they recieve harassment from the guards, or other gangs.
Tommy, Jim, and Juan sat alone in a table near one of the corners of the cafeteria. Tommy sat eating, his back facing the rest of the cafeteria, while Jim and Juan were facing the other way. They ate for a while, talked about different things. "So, tell us more about your story, Tommy." "Yeah, amigo." Both Jim and Juan look interested. "I did an errand for a friend. It ended up being more messy than I thought." Tommy stopped there, not saying anymore, and continues eating. Jim and Juan stay in their same positions, waiting for more details, but Tommy says nothing.
Finally, Jim speaks up. "And...?" "And I got caught." Tommy says flatly, taking a big bite after saying the comment. "Where did it all go down, man?" Jim asks, still interested in what really happened. "A rundown place in Harwood, now stop asking questions." Jim's eyes light up a bit after the response. "Heeey! I hears about you!" Tommy nods while eating, but says nothing, not wanting to talk about the subject. After a while with no response, Jim gets the hint and changes the subject to sports.
After a while of talking, a large cup of liquid comes flying through the air, and hits Tommy right in the back, the container exploding, leaking all over his jail clothing. Tommy stands up almost immediately after impact. "Tommy, chill bud, chill." Tommy turns to peer for the culprit, and the entire table of Dead Angel gang members is looking over at him, laughing hysterically as liquid runs down all over him. "It's not worth it man! Sit down, sit down. They're too big for you." Tommy, just barely to contain himself sits down slowly, wiping some of the remains off of him, his clothing soaked.
Just as the three began talking again, forgetting about the incident, the same table of men begins shouting over at Tommy. "Black lover!" "Woman!" "Bend over!!" Tommy grinds his teeth, and clenches his fist. He gets up slowly again and turns around to face the table, which is about thirty feet from their own. "Tommy, don't do nothin' you'll regret..." This time Tommy ignores his friend and begins to walk slowly over to the group of Dead Angels, who are still laughing at him as he approaches.
As he nearly reaches the end of their table, the leader looks up at Tommy when he arrives. "You ladies got a problem?" The other men begin laughing again, a few more insults get hurled at Tommy. "Nice stain, you piss yourself?!" "Sit down, whore!" Tommy ignore them, and continues to stare straight down at the leader, who is sitting on the end, rage forms in his eyes. "You know what, ya prick? I've killed eleven men, and I'm REALLY anxious to make it an even dozen!" The leader twitches and then looks up at him nervously, "Alright. Geez man..." "I don't want to hear anymore shit from you." Tommy walks away, leaving the leader embarassed for looking intimidated.
Jim grins and laughs at Tommy returns to the table. He dosen't even say anything, and merely sits down and begins eating. "That was great, man!" Juan grins and pipes in, "You have BIIIIG Cojones, amigo!" Tommy looks up, "Well thank you Juan, no one has ever told me that before."