A/N: Hello everyone, just a quick authors note and I'll leave you guys to read on. This chapter will explain what the story is really about, if you do not understand some of the terms I've place in it, feel free to ask.
*RFID: Radio-frequency identification, this is sorta like a microchip about the size of a single grain of rice that has been used on animals for tracking purposes but also humans, for medical and other security purposes. YES, this is real and it does exist. Just look it up.
*NegativeID: NOT a real company but its based on a real one called 'PositiveID'. Just look it up
*Jazmine is kinda OOC, but that's only because I want her naive exterior to fade away.
I will definitely include Cindy, and Hiro as well as an OC in the upcoming chapters.
Questions? Just PM me.
Huey
Thanksgiving went by excruciatingly slowly. That was probably because I hated thanksgiving, but also, granddad had an uninvited guest make an appearance.
"Huey!"
"Huh?"
"It's your turn."
Nine pairs of eyes were on me. We were sitting at the table with multiple guests, and some new faces. I've introduced Granddad to Caesar, whom introduced us to his mother, Tara and his cousin, Kaleem.
Kaleem was an obnoxious, reckless, and loud mouthed person. He stood tall at about 5'9'' and wore khakis with a dark polo shirt—similar to Tom's bourgeois attire—Kaleem told us about the day he won the lottery; it was the happiest day of his life apparently. Unfortunately for him, his aunt passed away from a heart attack when she heard the news. Though I don't think he showed much sympathy in contrast to the excitement he was filled up with.
Tara was the exact opposite of her nephew. She was witty, heartwarming, and kind. She's also a fantastic cook if you ask me. She brought over this Jamaican soup called Callaloo, which I found to be extremely delightful. We had a long conversation, and she told us about her and Caesar's story back in Brooklyn. It wasn't the greatest, but they're happy now. I guess that's what matters.
Caesar was quite a handful, I found it hilarious the way he teased Riley about his 'gangsta' attitude. Caesar got along with pretty much everyone, Ed the III and Gin Rummy grew very fond of him. They invited him alongside Riley of course, to a 'meeting'. Caesar was smart enough to figure out that they were international criminals, so he politely declined their devious offer.
Mr. Wuncler was being his casual, self-centered, and arrogant self. Granddad only acted like a kiss-ass in front of him because he didn't want any beef with him, we couldn't risk our house being taken away from the act of corporate capitalism.
Speaking of Granddad, instead of cooking up the traditional Thanksgiving turkey, he pork-flavored the entire feast. From pork fried rice to chitlins, I could not stand being in the house any longer because of the smell.
My diet was considered vegetarian amongst others, since I don't eat pork. Some people thought I was Muslim. I've read Elijah Muhammed's 'How to Eat to Live' when I was nine. The same book I presented the workers when Grandpa opened his famous restaurant 'The Itis'. I would eat meat, but not pork. As Elijah Muhammed depicted in his book: "The pig is a mass of worms. Each mouthful you eat is not a nutritious food but a mass of small worms the naked eye cannot detect. Worms thrive in the hog. When these worms are digested into your system, they cause a high birth rate to hundreds of new worms called larvae, which travels the blood stream of your system and lodge in your muscles. These worms even enter your brain, lungs or your spinal fluid. They cause muscular aches, fever and many other symptoms of sickness. The worm has an amazing ability to go undetected in your system for many years."
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the truth about swine.
The Dubois didn't really contribute to the dinner, we didn't mind though. Since we all knew Sarah's cooking was terrible. Jazmine however, was kind enough to make us desert.
Jazmine was the only person beside Caesar that was keeping me sane at the moment. I was sitting next to her at the table, across her mother and father. For those of ya'll that are wondering what happened between me and Jazmine. We cur—
"Huey! Hurry up boy! And don't go on ranting about the white man now." Yelled Granddad; snapping out of my thoughts.
"Well… I'm thankful for this Callaloo that Tara made."
"Oh, thank you Huey! Such a lovely young man."
I smirked at her as I waited for the next person to be picked on my granddad
"Riley!"
Not surprised.
"What?!"
"What do you want to say?"
"Man, this is some gay shit. The only reason you're doin' this is for Mr. Wuncl—"
"Boy you better hush up! Just cause you're almost 16 doesn't mean that I won't whoop yo' ass with mah belt!"
"C'mon Riley, what are you thankful for?" asked Jazmine in a giggling manner.
"Well, I'm thankful for mah niggas, my sidechicks, and all dem paper stacks I be getting' all day."
I rolled my eyes. The table went silent.
Caesar gave Riley a pat on the back "You tried."
Suddenly, our heads turned to a loud knock on the door, followed by the entrance of a tall white man with blonde hair and blue eyes. Strange, he kinda looked like—
Mr. Wuncler stood up with open arms "Son!"
"Hiya pops, how's it goin'?" replied the man, or should I say—
"The name's Ed Wuncler the II. How ya'll doin' today?"
"Mr. Wuncler? You never mentioned a son." Said granddad
"Of course I have a son, how do you think my idiot of a grandson came along?"
Granddad put on a nervous smile. "H- Hello there Mr. Wuncler, please have a seat."
The day went on eerily, Ed the II was an odd man. Apparently, our house was bought under his name. So technically, he owned this house. He kept on fumbling and playing around with all our stuff, that bothered me, a lot.
After dinner, the adults went into the guest room and outside on our back porch and started drinking. I went upstairs, alongside Jazmine, Caesar, and Riley.
"Man if I could get my hands on a 40 right now!" exclaimed Riley
We were all in my room, debating on how to spend the night, since none of us wanted to be around drunkards. Well, except Riley.
"Riley, why would you drink now? You're too young! Besides, it does great damage to your liver and—" started Jazmine
"Man, shut up! I ain't here to listen to you lecture me 'bout whats good and bad! I'm young Reezy! I—"
"Do what I wants to do! Yeah, yeah, we get it." Mocked Caesar, cutting him off
"Caesar, don't make me kick your ass now!"
"Riley, you couldn't even if you really wanted to." He smirked at him
Riley stood up with his fists in front of him in a fighting position, a very ghetto one.
"Oh yeah!? Want some nigga?! Let's go! Right here!"
Caesar laughed. "Sit down, Esco."
I inwardly sighed and said: "I'm gonna get a drink."
"Ay for real!?" asked Riley
"Water."
"Nigga you gay."
"I'll come with." Said Jazmine
We both exited the room and started walking downstairs. The music was quite loud; we could hear rages of laughter and the smell of alcohol intoxicating the place.
"I did not want to sit and watch Riley pick a fight with Caesar." Jazmine admitted
"Too much action for ya, ah?"
She nodded "More like a never ending war. Since we all know Caesar would beat Riley's ass, and Riley would tell everyone the complete opposite."
I raised my eyebrow "Wow, language Jazmine."
She shrugged and laughed "Get used to it"
When we both reached the end of the staircase, two familiar faces caught my eye; they were in the dining room, alone, having a conversation with each other.
As Jazmine and I got closer, I realized it was Ed II and Mr. Wuncler.
"Wait a sec." I claimed at Jazmine
I walked towards the dining room and stood close but not close enough for the two of them to see me.
"Huh, where are you goi-mphh?"
I covered my hand over Jazmine's mouth. "Shh, just stay here."
I knew something was up; I crouched down on the wall as I listened in.
"So how many test subjects we talkin' here?" asked Mr. Wuncler
"Well, it's tough to tell, cause this new device already wiped out our old ones. I'm not sure we're gonna have enough." Replied Ed II in his heavy Italian accent, he exhaled a cigar fume from his mouth.
"What is this device again?"
"It's a special RFID, it'll give ya access to anything, anytime. You'll be able to aquire anything ya want. We'd be finished with it, if this FDA approval shit would get off my back."
"Didn't they approve of it in '04 though?"
"Yeah, it was for NegativeID. They got approved for medical purposes. Until several months later it was found that some rats they'd been experimenting on had developed cancerous tumors from it."
"That doesn't mean humans would."
"Yeah, but still pops, we gotta make sure there's no health problems."
"Ay who gives a fuck, you leave that to me,. Besides, we're doing our government a favor. Imagine! Microchips in everyone, they could do whatever the fuck they want with everyone's information."
"You're forgetting the main problem, we gotta test it on people."
"Eh, don't worry about it, just test them on the Mexicans or Indians, they'll gladly cooperate. Pay them a little. It'll be fine."
"I would do that, but we're supposed to test them on adults and children too. Strong ones, ones that'll be able to handle any defects that occur within the system."
"Would it kill them?"
"If the person's strong enough, they'll live through it. But so far, each person we've tested it on has perished. Gone. Nada."
"Damn, what the fuck will it take you to find a good subject?" asked Mr. Wuncler
"We're still searchin' but nobody wants to do it, no matter how much I offer them!"
"Glad some people still got some sense in them…" I muttered underneath my breath
Ed the II and Mr. Wuncler turned around and spotted me eavesdropping. Their faces turned taciturn.
"What the fuck are you doin' here?!" exclaimed Mr. Wuncler
Ed the II grabbed my shirt and roughly yanked me closer to the both of them, causing Jazmine to utter a gasp. I shook his grip off my shoulder and crossed my arms.
"What did you say kid?" asked Ed the II in a malevolent tone. I saw Mr. Wuncler grab a hold of Jazmine too. I grabbed her arm away from his grasp and pulled her behind me.
"I said, I'm glad some people still got some sense in them!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Mr. Wuncler
"Why would anyone risk their life over some stupid invention that'll make the rich even richer? What will you benefit over this if the others can't even afford the product—which sounds absolutely nonsensical by the way—itself? How many people have you tested this product on?"
"Twenty. Thirty." Replied Ed II nonchalantly with his arms crossed
"And how many of them have actually survived?!"
"That's confidential kid. Mind ya own business." He shot, coldly
They're all dead.
My blood was filled with rage, I was angry now.
"You do know that is illegal right!?"
"Shut the fuck up, you don't know anything, brat!" yelled Mr. Wuncler
"Your company will shut down as a result of unethical human experimentation. Your corrupt ways of corporatism will not last. It'll be a complete—"
"Oh really?! And who do you think is gonna stop us? You remember that little incident with Jack Flowers right? When I wanted to bomb the Wuncler plaza downtown, you remember that?! I own the force, I own the feds, and they can't do anything. I got all the power, and all the money, you can't do anything to stop us, kid."
I remembered that incident clearly, how Jack Flowers, Ruckus and I saved Dan Stucky from being killed and becoming a phony "national hero" on that day. We did manage to sabotage Wuncler's plan. However, he was let off easily.
"You can keep on doing your little hero, domestic terrorist shit, but it'll only be a childish gimmick. You couldn't stop us even if you were Al Capone and Escobar Gaviria combined."
"He could shut your ass down if he really wanted to!" yelled Jazmine from behind me
He smirked as he stepped closer to Jazmine and me "Aw… isn't that cute; his girlfriend standing up for him. I remember you kid. Jazmine's lemonade parade? Too easy."
"Well, we better get going son. Don't want to miss out on all the extravaganza going on out there." He smirked
"…and if I were you Huey, I'd keep my mouth shut if I wanted to keep this beautiful house. That includes your granddad's mental health of course."
I grunted angrily and clenched my fists
"Same goes to you, princess. You wouldn't want to see daddy go to prison and experience his worst fear would you? It could happen within a snap of my fingers."
The two men left the room and headed towards the back porch. I turned to Jazmine, still pissed off. I should've seen a ploy like this coming. Wuncler's always been nothing but the head of corruption. I wondered how many affluent partners in crime he had.
"You alright?" I asked her
She nodded sadly.
I turned around as I began making my way upstairs.
"Huey, where are you goin—"
"Just follow"
Caesar
"Riley, will you please just sit down already?" I pleaded at the young wannabe Tony Montana
"Ay, you don't tell me what to do! Real niggas don't take orders from no body! Especially not a pussy punk bitch like yo'self."
I laughed "I'm a pussy punk bitch now ah?"
This was too entertaining.
"Yeah, and you a homo too cus you always be hanging around faggy McHater downstairs. Speakin' of, where da hell he at?!"
"Probably sucking faces with his girlfriend." I replied nonchalantly
Oh, yeah. You guys all thought I was flirting with Jazmine? Well yeah, but I was helping my brotha out. That's all.
"What?!" Riley asked in disbelief
"What?" I asked
"You actually think he could get some? And from Jazmine?"
"Why not? She's pretty, and he's-"
"Gay."
"He's not gay Riley."
"I say he is, he hasn't brought over no bitch...ever."
"Just cause you don't see him with a female, doesn't mean he doesn't get any."
"I'm pretty sure he doesn't"
"Maybe he hasn't found the right one yet, that's it." I suggested
Suddenly, two figures approached the door. Huey seemed a bit aggravated, while Jazmine looked as if someone sucked her lively spirit out of her
"Will you niggas quit fuckin' around?!" yelled Huey
Huey
"Will you niggas quit fuckin' around?!" I yelled
I entered my room to see a bickering between my younger brother and Caesar. Not being in the mood to witness this, I snapped at the two of them.
"Damn, what happened to you?! Nigga lookin' mad cus he didn't get head" muttered Riley
Jazmine glared at Riley, who left the room in a casual manner.
"What's wrong, Huey?" asked Caesar
I began explaining our encounter with Mr. Wuncler and his son, Caesar listened candidly and went into deep thought.
"So what is this device?" he asked
"That's what I'm tryin' to figure out."
I sat on my desktop computer and typed in "Wuncler Incorporated" in the search bar.
I was met with a handful of links, mostly talking about Mr. Wuncler and his many owned companies. I narrowed it down to 'Wuncler RFID'
No Results Found.
Shit.
I searched and typed in various keywords, however I had no luck. I slammed my fist onto the keyboard in frustration, how could there be not a single clue? Nothing that leaked out yet?!
"Huey, relax." I heard her soft voice coming from behind
"How?! If Wuncler has this thing, he could control masses. People are dumb enough to buy this thing! As long as Wuncler advertises it to make it look as good as an iPhone, people will buy it"
"We don't even know what the device even is though. I mean it could be useful? Didn't you mention something about medical usage?" asked Caesar
"That was the main purpose of its usage onto humans. But it was shown to cause medical problems, besides. Even medical practitioners disagreed to use it on their patients no matter how much they begged for it."
"So now we know its not made for patients..."
"We also know that its unencrypted, making it at a high security risk. Its vulnerable to hackers, imagine if someone was in control of your entire body. Its lethal at it is unethical!"
"Do you think he's holding people somewhere and experimenting on them?" asked Jazmine
"I wouldn't be surprised, its happened before. Ever heard of Albert Kligman? He experimented on prisoners at Holmesburg prison in, Philly. Project 4.1? Used radiation on humans. Just look up unethical experimenting on humans in the U.S. and you'll find a shit ton."
"So what happens now?" Asked Caesar.
"I'm gonna follow Wuncler's son, Ed the II, and see where he keeps all this conundrum."
"Then we're gonna expose him, right?" he asked me, hoping my response would be a yes.
"I've had that encounter before with Wuncler." I replied, reminiscing the Dan Stucky incident. "Didn't end well."
"Then what are we exactly gonna do?"
"We free the people, destroy his place, and become fugitives for the rest of our lives. That is, if we don't get caught."
Jazmine and Caesar looked at each other with confusion.
"Is this nigga serious?" asked Caesar
"I'm not sure. He once said he was going to run away to Cuba for the rest of his life. I wouldn't be surprised."
I rolled my eyes "Okay. We won't get caught. We'll just keep this whole thing on low-key."
The two of them remained silent, each thinking to themselves.
"Aight." said Caesar
"Aight what?"
"I'm down."
"Good. Jazmine?"
"Y..yeah." she replied with slight hesitance.
I looked at her, "Jazmine. You don't hav-"
She interrupted me and reassured herself "No, I said yeah. I'll do it"
"I'll get Cindy, Hiro, and Riley to help." she suggested
"We could use Cindy and Hiro, but I'm not sure about Riley."
"Ay, did someone call my name?" on cue, he waltzed into my room.
"Yeah actually, Riley. Would you be willin' to break into Wuncl-"
"Wait, did you say break in? Nigga I know you ain't got da balls to do something badass like dat."
"Just answer the damn question Riley."
"Aight, but what's in it for me?"
"You get to use a gun." I replied
"I already got my own. But yeah, I'm down."
Caesar, Jazmine and I looked at him with disbelief.
"Since when do you own a gun?" I asked
"Ya gotta expect the unexpected and be prepared for the worst sometimes, Huey. Didn't you always say dat?" He smiled as he pulled out a 9mm glock from the closet.
"Huey, you do know we could get into a lot of trouble for this." said Jazmine as a matter-of-factly
"I know Jazmine. Which is why I asked all of you if you wanted to go through with this."
"I do, but what if something bad happens?"
"I'm not gonna lie. Lots of things could happen, but some people need to be stopped. Others need a wake up call."
"He's right Jaz." said Caesar. "Only reason I'm goin' through with this is 'cause I'm tired of just sittin' on my ass and hearin' all this without having the balls to do somethin' about it. I had ideas back in BK, but no one to execute them with. Till I came here, I knew somethin' was off about this city; and somethings just gotta change."
"What Wuncler is doing is unethical. This isn't his first strike, he's been trying to take away our homes and he's adamant on puttin' the lower class and now, middle class into slavery; and no body's speakin' up. If no one will put an end to it. Then I will."
"Wait, did you say slavery?" asked Caesar.
"Unfortunately yes, he has brought up this idea before around granddad. That is his second option if we ever became broke and went into debt."
"Shit man. That's fucked up. Has he done it to anyone?"
"Not that I know of, but as long as his idea is out there. Anything's possible."
Jazmine exhaled "So... Do we tell anyone about this?"
"Just the people that could definitely help us. I know for a fact Hiro is an expert at hacking into computer software, and Cindy would scare the livin' shit outta these people easily."
"Whoa, I've got to meet these people." said Caesar.
"You really should! Cindy's awesome! And Hiro is so sweet." exclaimed Jazmine
The night went on with Jazmine and Riley telling Caesar all about Hiro and Cindy, Riley focused more on describing Cindy if you ask me. Anyways, we then asked Caesar about his self-defense skills. His grandfather had taught him how to box back in Brooklyn, he'd also been in a couple of street fights. Nothing the average Brooklynite couldn't handle.
Jazmine on the other hand, has been able to fight hand-to-hand combat against me, thanks to our hard training over the years. She's not bad at all; in fact, I'm sure she'd be able to kick my ass, that is, if I let her
'You'd definitely let her.' The voice in my head hissed at me.
Shut up.
Riley was able-bodied as well, he could manage to protect himself. We've encountered many fights in the past. Plus his gun would come in handy as well. Cindy has always been a violent child, and now with kickboxing, she was twice as stronger than she was before. Hiro was a black belt in Okinawan Kenpō, where his specialty was Shōrin-ryū.
I had mastered in hand-to-hand combat, and jiu-jitsu. As well as being able to use the katana, nunchaku and bo-staff.
My favorite weapon of all time was my Japanese engraved katana. I referred to it as Black Dragon. May sound ludicrous to some of you, but I've been naming my weapons since...forever. Like my other favorite, my stun glove; The Black Power fist.
Operation Insurrection will be in effect starting... Now.
A/N: Sorry if this sounded rushed... Next chapter will definitely be better...
Peace
سلام
-M