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Chapter 3

Persistence

Times Square

March 24, 1978

9:41 PM

At the Alley Cats' hangout, Wolf, a tall black man who was the Alley Cats' Warlord, sat at a table, smoking a cigarette. He was dressed in Warlord attire: Dark blue jeans, a dark blue denim jacket and a black shirt.

"Yo, Wolf!"

Wolf looked up to see Blade standing behind him. "What?"

"There's someone here to see you. She's right outside."

Wolf got up, summoned Blade and Viper and walked outside. Angel stood by the door. "What do you want, kid?" Wolf asked her.

"Name's Angel. I wanna join your gang."

"That so?"

"Yeah. I'm a solid brawler. I can bop with the best of 'em. And I'm a fast learner. I'd be a good addition to your gang."

"Sorry, kid. We ain't recruiting right now. Why don't you go hang with the Lizzies?"

"I don't wanna join the fucking Lizzies! I wanna run with the Alley Cats."

"She's actually a pretty good brawler," Viper said. "She helped us out with those Jones Street Boys last night."

"Look," Wolf said, "The Alley Cats ain't a fucking country club. We don't just let anybody in. And I get the sense you ain't cut out for us. Sorry, kid."

Wolf signaled to Blade and Viper and the three of them went back in. Angel wasn't about to give up that easily. She sat outside the door and vowed to stay there until they Alley Cats gave her a chance.

March 25, 1978

1:15 AM

Wolf and a few other Alley Cats walked outside and spotted Angel sitting outside the door. "Look, kid," Wolf said, "Quit wasting your time. Go on home."

"You want me gone?" Angel said. "Give me a chance. That's all you gotta do."

Wolf sighed and led his crew down Times Square.

March 30, 1978

7:50 PM

Wolf, Blade and their scout, Lin, a young Asian man, walked outside. Angel was no longer sitting in her spot. "So she finally gave up," Wolf said," Gott a giver her credits, she hung in there longer than I expected. Alright, let's head off to Hell's Kitchen and…"

"Yo!"

The three of them turned around and saw Angel walking towards them, holding an apple. "I got hungry and decided to swipe me some dinner."

She sat back down and went back to her meal.

April 2, 1978

8:27 PM

Angel sat at her usual spot, lost in thought. The sound of the door to the hangout opening snapped her out of it. Wolf, Blade, Viper and a young man with curly brown hair walked out and walked towards angel. "We got a score to settle with the Destroyers," Wolf said. "They came to our turf and snuffed out some of our tags. So we're gonna pay them back with interest. We're gonna bomb their turn and trash a few of their stores. You wann help out?"

"Depends," Angel said. "What's in it for me?

"Your colors. This is gonna be your initiation. You dig?"

Angel got up. "Yeah, I dig."

Wolf smiled. "Solid."

He gestured towards the crew behind him. "Blade and Viper, you already know." He pointed at the curly haired man. "This is West. He's our writer. He's gonna be bombing Coney while the rest of you hit their stores."

"Got it." Angel said. "Ready to roll!"