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Chapter 4
Destruction
Coney Island
April 2, 1978
9:34 PM
Angel, Blade, Viper and West stepped out of the train stop in the heart of Coney. They stood on the dirty concrete ground, littered with trash. Run down, graffiti-coated stores and carnival attractions were all around them. The Wonder Wheel in the distance towered above everything, highlighted by its bright purple neon. At this point, all the stores and rides were shutting down for the night. "Okay, West," Blade said, "You know what to do."
West shook a spray can. "Yeah, man. I'm on it."
West ran off. "Uh, shouldn't he have backup?" Angel said.
"Nah," Viper said. "West always insists on bombing alone. He feels bringing people along would slow him down. Don't worry, he can take care of himself."
"Okay," Blade said, "Lin told me which stores to hit." He turned towards Angel. "Okay youngblood, ready to get down?"
Angel nodded and punched the palm of her hand. "You bet!"
"Solid! Let's roll!"
They walked inside a pharmacy, each holding a piece of plywood they had picked up along the way. They immediately started smashing shelves, windows and merchandise. The store owner yelled in protest as two customers ran off. "Okay!" Blade eventually said. "That's enough! Let's hit the next one!"
They ran outside and headed to the next store, a newsstand. They went inside and starting smashing everything in sight. Angel felt a major rush from the wanton destruction as she trashed the store. After a few minutes, she felt Blade's hand on her wrist. "Whoa, that's enough! C'mon, we got two more stores to hit and then we gotta split before the store owners call in the Destroyers.
They ran out of the store, down the streets and turned a corner, only to be greeted by fifteen guys in denim vests and white shirts returning from a party: Destroyers. "Oh shit!" Viper exclaimed.
"C'mon, this way!" Blade directed them back the way they came.
They ran down the street with the Destroyers in hot pursuit. They turned several corners and jumped a few fences, but were unable to shake them. They turned a corner and stopped dead in their tracks when the street came to a dead end. They turned around and saw the Destroyers blocking their path.
"Shit!" Angel said, "What do we do now?"
Blade and Viper looked at each other for a moment, then charged at the Destroyers. Made sense to Angel. If you're going down, go down fighting. Angel charged at the Destroyers, screaming. The three of them plowed down four Destroyers in front of them, then swung at three others. They put up a good fight, but were quickly overpowered. The Destroyers surrounded them and kept pummeling them. Angel slumped to the ground and was picked up by a fat, bald black Destroyer who raised his fist to her.
"Hold it, Lemmy!" A voice called out.
Lemmy turned around and saw a tall black man in a black sun hat. "Remember what Virgil said. Any suckers wearing the wrong colors on our turn get brought to him."
Lemmy glanced him for a moment and sighed. "Alright, Cleon, have it your way." He turned to the other Destroyers. "Alright, let's bring these toys to Virgil!"
The Destroyers grabbed Angel, Blade and Viper by the arms and marched them towards their hangout.