An Entangled Life
Chapter 12: Life Changes
(Two Days Later at 10 a.m.)
Fred Clement stood smiling in his army fatigues.
"So I guess you're going to kick terrorist ass," Jet Marrow said.
Dry as ever. No wonder we never worked out. – Fred
Jet brushed his brown hair out his eyes.
"I know what you're thinking," Jet told him.
Fred looked away.
"It's okay," Jet said with a shrug, "I know the score."
Fred smiled at Jet.
"Thanks for being so understanding," Fred said smiling, "you…"
"Will let Martin back in, yeah," Jet agreed, "long as he comes," he added.
Fred sighed.
"Just forget him," Jet said.
"I can't," Fred said sadly, "goodbye," he said and hurried off to meet with the other soldiers.
He was even depressed at the goodbye party last night. Prince's imitation of Britney Britney didn't even crack a smile. – Jet
Jet looked in his jacket pocket and took out one of the pictures of Martin that Fred kept in a wooden box with a velvet imbedding. It was the one with Martin only wearing a nightshirt.
"Slut," Jet muttered hatefully his sky blue eyes following the contours of the body in the picture.
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Martin meanwhile looked around uncomfortably. He knew this was a bad neighbourhood.
But if I deliver this I get two grand. I can't pass that up. – Martin
Martin looked around as he walked around with two huge duffel bags. He had no idea what was in it. But knew if he lost it, Mr. Albert Jordan a.k.a. King A, wouldn't be happy.
Soon he neared the derelict building he was supposed to make the drop at. Suddenly six African American thugs stepped into his path.
"What you got in the bag?" one asked.
"I'm carrying some equipment," Martin said rehearsing his lie, "I do music for a group here."
"Play a beat then," Another said.
"I really…" Martin started.
"Dance man," one interrupted revealing a gun.
"Okay," Martin said slowly.
Martin then did a beat that Run-Dmc would've driven a benz over him for.
The six looked at him in disbelief.
Martin took the chance and ran for it.
There was gunfire and approaching footsteps. But they stopped the moment Martin entered the old building.
Martin slammed the door behind him. His heart beating like a loud boom box.
"Let's just get this over with," Martin said and went looking for the designated room.
He soon found it and handed the bags to a white teenager in a grey tracksuit.
"Thanks man," the teen said and handed Martin an envelope, "your cut will be given to you after you deliver it to King A."
"Um yeah," Martin said as a heavy set black teen was given the bags to take inside, "bye," he said and left.
"Seems King A's finally found a dropper who won't run off leaving the drugs," the heavy set teen said to the white one.
"Yeah Big D," the white one agreed, "and that's where we have a problem."
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King A looked over the payment.
"So you delivered it?" King A asked.
"Yes sir," Martin said enthusiastically.
"Hmm," King A said rubbing a hand on his middle aged chin, "well congrats my boy," he said enthusiastically, "you're official," he declared.
Martin shook hands with the senior blonde enthusiastically.
"I'll continue to do my best," Martin said deciding not to mention the teens with guns.
"Well here," King A said handing him three grand, "excellent first day."
Martin's mouth hung open.
"Don't expect so much next time," King A said as Martin took it, "this was a big package."
"Yeah it was kind of heavy," Martin admitted.
There was laughter from several of King A's associates following Martin's statement.
One look from King A silenced them.
"Go have fun," King A told him, "I'll see you bright and early if you're still interested."
Martin nodded and left the cornerstone building.
"Sun's setting," a voice said as Martin reached the bus stop.
Martin looked to see the white teen from earlier.
"Oh um, hi," Martin said.
The teen laughed.
"I'm white Ace, Jim if you rather," White Ace introduced himself.
"That's fine, I'm Martin," Martin responded.
"You know what you're into Martin?" White Ace asked.
Martin was confused.
"What you're delivering?" White Ace expanded.
"King A said I didn't need to know," Martin said remembering to only call King A Mr. Jordan in private.
"It's crack," White Ace revealed, "think about it."
Martin's eyes widened to the size of flying saucers.
"I'm going to prison," Martin squeaked.
"No," White Ace said, "you're going to quit."
"Quit?" Martin asked.
"You want to pedal drugs?" White Ace asked.
"No," Martin said quickly, "I can't believe I was so dumb," he said realizing how obvious it was that he was delivering drugs.
"Yeah," White Ace agreed, "so you'll be fine, not delivering drugs anymore?" he asked.
"Yeah I got enough to tide me over for a while," Martin responded, "I'll find something else, something legit," he added.
"Yeah you do that," White Ace said stepping back, "have a good one Martin," he said and walked off.
"Yeah bye," Martin said and sat to wait for the bus.
I wonder why he was interested in telling me about King A? Wouldn't he and his friends want the drugs delivered? – Martin
"Guess I'll never understand the drug underworld," Martin sighed, "not that I'm ever falling again for this crap," he added.
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Ms. Dolores Crocker walked out the supermarket happily.
"I know Denzel will be happy when I cook his favourite soup," Dolores said happily, "poor thing, sick with the flu."
As she crossed the street a car came speeding towards her.
"Ahhh!" Dolores screamed.
Just then a man ran up and pulled her out the way.
A grateful Dolores looked at her saviour.
Suddenly her face fell.
"You're that jerk…" Dolores started.
Martin sighed.
"Your welcome lady," Martin said and walked away.
"Well…thanks," Dolores said and headed to her car.
I wonder if I was too hard on him? Oh well I have to hurry and get home to my grouchy little darling. – Dolores
Chapter 12Apologies again, I had more computer problems. I will complete this story in October though. That's guaranteed (unless another hurricane hits). As for the zebra striping. Sorry but the story's going to have it sometimes. The rating may be high now but it's to help me write freely. I'm not going triple x, but I'm not going your little sister's nursery rhyme either. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter and please review.