Sweet sat on the end of Carl's bed, thinking. How to get the explosives was his main concern. But he also had another idea, concerning the getaway car .. If they were to acquire a Tahoma, or Majestic, they could purposefully allow the police to take down the License Plate code, and then park the car in a Balla's drive-way. The next morning, he wakes up staring down the barrel of Five-O Handguns. But it would be slightly hard to acquire the car ..
Suddenly, he heard three loud bangs on the front door. He sprung off the bed, and walked down stairs, then opened the door. He stared into the face of Ryder, who bopped his head lightly in acknowledgement. "S'up, Sweet." Sweet backed away from the door slightly, and Ryder entered, Sweet closing the door after him. " 'Ey, Ryder .. I was just thinkin' of callin' you." Ryder turned and nodded. "Oh 'jeah?" Sweet nodded in return. "Yeah. It's about getting a car, to get away from the prison when we bust CJ out." Ryder nodded. "Yeah, yeah, so what'choo thinkin'?"
Sweet walked to the couch, and sat down. "Well, I was thinkin', if we get a Tahoma or a Majestic, maybe we can frame Balla' Royalty for bustin' CJ out, right?" Ryder nodded. "Good thinkin', homie. So you want me to get some Balla wheels, right?" Sweet nodded. "Yeah. Take a few of the homies with you, and jack one in Balla's Territory, or somethin'." Ryder nodded. "Yeah, I'll go get on that, homie." He then stood, walked to the door, opened it and left. Sweet walked back up to the door and closed it. Now, he had to think of how to get the explosives to blow the Prison ...
Ryder jogged down the steps of the Johnson house, and looked around. He would need some back-up to pull this off without gettin' shot. And then, he saw the perfect back-up: Big Bear. He ran across the cul-de-sac, and greeted Bear. "Wha'sup, homie?" He shouted. Bear nodded. "Hey, Ryder. You need somethin'?" Ryder nodded. "Yeah, yeah. We plannin' a little somethin', you know, need a Balla's car. I need some back-up to help me get it, I thought you was the perfect back-up, homie."
Bear nodded. "Okay, okay. You wanna' do this shit now, or what?" Ryder nodded, and jogged across the street, motioning for Bear to follow. They both got in Ryder's car, and drove down the street, then turned left and crossed the bridge in the car. "This Balla territory here .. " "So how we goin' to do this, Ryder?" Said Bear. "Well, we park the car in a parkin' lot, and we wait for a car to come by. Then, we get out, and jack it. You packin' heat?" Bear nodded, and pulled out a nine millimeter. "Always, man." Ryder reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a .38 out of it, then closed it. "Someone gonna' die today." Ryder said.
Ryder parked the car in the parking lot right near the bridge, and leaned back, waiting for someone to come along. "Damn it's hot in here .. Need to get air conditioning, man." Bear nodded in agreement. Suddenly, a black and white Tahoma turned the corner, and Ryder grinned. "Here we go .. " He opened the door, and got out of the car. Just as the light it was at turned green, he got infront of the car. "Get the fuck out my way, Grove Street bi --" The man tried to shout, when Bear opened the door and shot him in the head. Ryder held up the gun, and shot the man in the passenger seat, then the other man in the back. Bear shot the last Balla in the back, and got in the car. Ryder ran to the window, and shouted "You take this shit back to Grove Street, park it in Sweet's garage, I'll follow you!"
Sweet slipped on his black leather jacket, and opened the door, exiting, and closing it behind him. He'd just thought of an easy way to acquire some explosives; custom-made. He intended to buy some gunpowder from the local Ammu-nation, and then take it to a friend of his who had a lot of experience with explosive materials ..
So, Sweet got in his car, and drove out of the small alleyway next to his and Ryder's house, then turned, and continued to drive to the Ammu-nation near Seville Boulevard family set. He switched on the radio, and the sound of Kool and the Gang started playing. But he tried not to get to distracted by it. As he pulled up next to the Ammu-Nation, he got out of his Greenwood, closed the door, and entered the shop.
"Hey, hey, partner, how can I help you?" Said the young black male behind the counter. "I need some gunpowder." The man stared at Sweet. "What, raw?" Sweet nodded. "Okay then .. It's fifty a pound." Sweet thought this over. "Then gimme five pounds." The man laughed. "Daaaamn, what're you doin' takin' down a skyscraper?" Sweet nodded. "Yeah .. Somethin' like that .."
"Well, here you go." The man said, handing a box to Sweet, which was filled with packets of Gunpowder. He toated the box out to his car, and placed it in the back seat, getting in, and driving down the street, to a garage just on the edge of Seville Boulevard set turf. He got out of the car, and grabbed the box, walking up to the steps of a blue house, and setting the box down. Sweet then proceeded to bang on the door. "Yo'! Hey, open up!"
A man opened the door. "Sweet. What you want?"
"I want you to make me a bomb, man."
Ryder tailed Bear in his red-brown car until they got to Grove Street. Ryder pulled into his own driveway, and then jumped out of the car, and bolted to the garage. He bashed the door, and it slowly opened, as Bear drove the Tahoma into it. Bear got out, and exited the garage as the door closed. "This shit's gonna' be hot, Ryder. You might wanna' lay low for a little while." Ryder nodded. "Yeah nigga', yeah. Thanks for the help, Bear. Grove for life, ya' heard?" Bear nodded,"For sure, Ryder." and walked away, to his own house. He opened the door, walked inside, closed the door, and then proceeded to the couch. But, just as he was about to sit down, the phone rang. "Ah, fuck .. " He said, and stood.
Ryder walked across the room, and picked up his phone. "Yeah?" He said. "Hello, Mr. Wilson." Ryder swore. It was Tenpenny. "Nigga', what the fuck you want?" Tenpenny laughed over the phone. "I want you to stop whatever it is you're planning. I've received an anonymous tip-off, that you're planning a little bust-out for your friend's brother. We won't be moving him from his cell, because I'm sure you'll be smart, and call this whole little plan of your off." Ryder didn't answer. "I'm looking forward to not seeing you, Lance." Ryder heard the phone click, and he turned it off, then slung it down. Now what? He had to tell Sweet ...
Wait ..
"Shit! Sweet!"
Sweet sat in the kitchen of Sean Evan's home, sipping on a glass of water while Sean was working in the garage. The explosives would be done soon, and they would be able to get Carl out of prison with a less than formal discharge. As he took a sip of his drink, he suddenly heard a gun shot -- It sounded like it .. Came from the garage! Sweet dropped his glass of water, which spilled all over the table, and he bolted to the garage without bothering to pull his nine millimeter. He burst through the door, and saw Sean lying on the ground, with a hole in his stomach, and blood leaking out of his wound slowly.
Sweet rushed over to Sean, and bent down. "Sean! Shit! Shit! Who did this?" He said. Sean tried to speak, but failed. Then, he tried once more. But his voice was weak, and raspy, and Sweet had to bend down to hear him. "B..Ba..Ballas .. Coming .. Through .. Fr-f-front door..." Sweet turned his head, and felt a wave of fear rush through his spine. But he remained calm. He grabbed Sean under the armpits, and dragged him across the room to where he couldn't be seen. He would have to take Sean to a doctor soon, or he'd die of blood loss.
Sweet then pulled the nine millimeter out of his pants (he needed a new gun), and proceeded with caution into the Living Room. As he peaked his head around the corner, he was suddenly met with a bullet, and pulled himself back as he heard the loud discharge of the bullet, narrowly avoiding death. He threw his left arm around the corner as best he could, and shot at where the bullet had come from. He was met with the pleasure of a fatal scream, and then more bullets, at which he jerked his arm back into the room. He was in deep shit now ..
Sweet suddenly dove across the doorway all Matrix-like, and fired off a few shots, hitting one guy in the forehead. He landed, and rolled, then looked down the hallway he was now in. He could get into the kitchen, where the Balla's were, from the Hallway door. He crouched, and creeped along the hallway, then turned left, and peeked into the kitchen. There were two Balla's, still aiming their guns at the doorway which Sweet had just bounded across. He moved across the doorway silently, so he could aim better, and fired off two shots at the two Balla's. One of them was hit in the arm, the other in the head, making a loud splattering noise as his blood smeared against the wall.
He walked into the kitchen, listening to the anguished screams of the gang banger who clutched his arm, and at the same time tried to drag himself away on his back from the approaching Sweet. But Sweet bent down, and grabbed the man by the collar. "Shut up!" He shouted, and smacked the man with his pistol. "NOW!" After the second blow Sweet delivired, the man silenced himself, apart from the involuntary whimper now and again from the horrible pain he was feeling.
"Tell me who the fuck sent you!" After a bit more beating, Sweet finally got an answer. "H-his name is L-Lloyd! He's Glen Park royalty, please, that's all I know! He just told us to stop you from gettin' yo' brother out!" Sweet frowned at the man angrily. "Then you get the same god damn treatment you were gonna' give to me!" Sweet dropped the man, and stood, aiming his gun at the man's head. "No, no no no no no!" The man shouted, in plead against the fate he was about to receive. But in the end, that didn't matter as Sweet pulled the trigger to his nine millimeter, silencing the man.
Sweet got in his car after placing the explosives in the back. Sean was dead, he had been for a few minutes, Sweet could tell. But he couldn't give the man a proper burial himself. It would have to be handled by the police. For now, he had other thoughts. First, he was going to get Carl out of Prison. Then, he was going to take out this 'Lloyd' fucker.