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The next day, a white Mercedes-Benz drove in a middle of a parking lot behind an abandoned factory in a distance near a black Toyota Land Cruiser. Coming out of the Mercedes-Benz was Ed Wuncler II and his father, Ed Wuncler. Coming out of the Toyota Land Cruiser was a foreign man wearing a button down dress shirt with white collar, black double breasted pinstriped suit jacket with narrow lapels, black dress pants, a black Panama hat, suspenders, black and white spectator shoes, and a red tie. They walked towards each other, giving a good distance in front of each other. Eddie was the first to speak.

"Arturo." Arturo put his hand up. "Please...call me Art-Walk," he responded in a thick Italian-Brooklyn accent, "You Ed Wuncler?" "Ed Wuncler II, but please...call me Eddie," Eddie told him, "This is my father, Ed Wuncler." Mr. Wuncler shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Art-Walk." "No mister. Just Art-Walk, because just like the name, I'm a moving masterpiece," Arturo said, "Now I believe you wanted to talk business with me."

"I like your attitude, Art-Walk. Going straight to business," Eddie complimented. Arturo scoffed. "Why wouldn't I? You've pretty much had your goons to kidnapped me and forced me to come to...what do you call this place...Oakcrest?" "Woodcrest and I apologize for the inconvenience, but we just need a little proposition from you," Eddie said. "I'm listening."

"What we need is to sell some of these precious items here in Woodcrest," Mr. Wuncler explained. Arturo smirked. "Oh...those precious items...well, I could understand your reasons for selling them, but what do I have to do with any of it?" he questioned. "You're kidding, right?" Eddie asked, "Art-Walk, everyone knows you as the infamous mobster in Italy. You must got some good items we can purchased."

Arturo thought for a moment. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Let's say if I do...which I probably don't...what's in it for me?" he asked. "I knew this was going to come down to this," Mr. Wuncler said. "Well, if you let us use these drugs as profit, we'll split you the dough. Let's say you have twenty percent of it?" Eddie offered.

Arturo scoffed. "Twenty percent? Hell no!" "Fine. Thirty percent?" Mr. Wuncler suggested. Arturo rolled his eyes. "What kind of fool do y'all take me for, Wunclers? If you serious about my items, I suggest you raise that percentage up. I was thinking more...fifty/fifty," he said. "Ha! And you think we'll give you that type of percent? Keep dreaming-" "Deal."

Mr. Wuncler looked at Eddie dumbfounded. "Eddie, what are you doing?" he asked. "Excuse me, Art-Walk. I need to discuss this with my father," Eddie said. The two Wunclers walked far away from Arturo. "Pops, you need to trust me on this," Eddie reasoned. "Why would you give him half the money? I don't want to be sharing with no immigrant gangster," Mr. Wuncler complained. "That's why we ain't."

Mr. Wuncler looked confused. "What do you mean?" "Pops, I'm not going to share the money with that guy. Look, Art-Walk is a notorious gangster in Rome. The law always want to throw him in the slammer, but because he got great connection, he can walk on this Earth free as he please. If he tries to start some trouble with us about this sharing bullshit, we can frame him that he was the one selling these drugs. Hell, with our word against his, he can go to jail with a blink of an eye and all the money is ours."

Mr. Wuncler smirked. "You got this all figure out, huh?" "It's like icing on a cake, Pops. He ain't getting a dime. However, if we want those items, we gotta say all the words he wants to hear. Ya with me?" Mr. Wuncler shrugged. "What the hell? Seems legit to me."

The Wunclers walked back to Arturo. "Well? We have a deal?" he asked. Eddie smirked, as he put out his hand. "Art-Walk, welcome to the business." Arturo shook his hand. "Glad you see it my way. Now, the items are placed in Italy. You got some guys to go get it? I'm telling ya. The drugs are real strong," he warned.

"Not to worry. Our guys will get it and bring it back in one snap," Mr. Wuncler reassured. "Good. This town looks like it's fill with suckers. There ain't no one here that's going to mess up our plan, right?" Arturo asked.

Eddie and Mr. Wuncler looked at each other, irritated. "Well," Eddie began, "There is this one annoying punk that might be a problem."

"And that's what I felt."

Huey and Fae were in the garage, wearing an oxygen mask, gloves, and apron and observing the tank filled with black liquid. "So you're saying because Gabby and I came back, something bad is going to happen?" Fae asked, putting some liquid inside a beaker. "I'm not saying that it's your fault. It's just ironic that once you came back, I felt that something unfortunate will occur," Huey explained, readjusting his oxygen mask, "Sorry if I sound crazy."

"Don't be. It's your senses. Never ignore your senses." Fae put a leaf on the table. She slowly poured the liquid out of the beaker and onto the leaf. Once the liquid touched the leaf, it began to burn. "So this black liquid...it's a-" "Bomb," Huey finished, "I've been working on it for the past two years. I'm just getting prepared for whatever's to come. I always fooled Granddad and Riley into thinking it's just oil."

"Understandable." Fae indeed realized that her friends were wrong about Huey. Instead of admitting nor confessing to anything, Huey explained to Fae that there was some type of chance that there was going to be a terrible event and that it regards to her and her sister again. While Fae was right about Huey not feeling any type of infatuation towards her, she can't help but feel disappointed by the scene and self conscious by her appearance. Since the weather had increase somewhat, Fae's friends insisted for her to wear a purple spaghetti strap tank top, ripped black denim shorts, and black and purple high tops with a purple barrette on the right side of her hair.

As Huey took off his gloves, Fae said, "I'm going to get some water. You want one?" "Yeah, thanks," Huey responded, staring at the bomb. Fae walked out of the garage and into the house.

She took off her apron and oxygen mask, then inhaled the fresh air. Just as she got two water bottles from the refrigerator, she heard the doorbell ring. She looked around the house, wondering if she should get it or not. After deciding, she put the bottles on the table, took off her gloves, and walked towards the front door. Just as she opened the door, two boys turned around to face her.

"Yo, Hue-damn!"

Fae raised an eyebrow, observing an African-American boy with dreadlocks and an Asian boy with headphones around his neck. They eyed her up and down, as Fae put her hands on her hips. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked. "No doubt in my mind, lil mama," The dread-headed boy answered. The Asian boy laughed, as he nudged him. "Sorry. We're looking for Huey. You know where he is?" he asked. "In the back," Fae responded, "State your name." The Asian boy shrugged his shoulders. "My name is Hiro Otomo. This guy right here is Michael Caesar." "People call me Caesar...but you can call me anything you want," Caesar added, about to kiss Fae's hand. Fae took her hand away. "And I'll make sure Huey knows that you were looking for him. Goodbye."

Fae was about to close the door, until Caesar caught it between his foot. "Whoa, girl! Why you bugging? We just want to see our boy," he reasoned. Fae rolled her eyes, but walked back to the kitchen, letting them in. Caesar and Hiro followed her.

"So what's your name, Gorgeous?" Caesar asked. "Are you Huey's girlfriend or something?" Hiro questioned. Fae turned towards Caesar. "I recommend you to not call me that." Then she turned towards Hiro. "And no I'm not. Just like you, I'm his friend."

"So you single, huh?" Hiro asked, getting close to her. "Then how about I call you Princess instead? You just got that pretty, little, rich girl vibe," Caesar said. Fae looked at Hiro. "Just because that's accurate don't mean you can change that." She narrowed her eyes at Caesar. "And just stop talking." Caesar laughed. "That means you like the name. I knew you would." "Where you from?" Hiro asked.

Before Fae could respond, Huey's voice spoke up. "Just as I thought." They all turned around, seeing Huey walking in, taking off his oxygen mask and apron. "Yo, Huey! We thought we just let ourselves in. By the way, where were you hiding this beauty?" Caesar asked. Fae glared at him, as Huey responded, "Shut up, Caesar. I wasn't hiding her. We just...happened to see each other. Fae, these two imbeciles are my friends, Hiro Otomo and Michael Caesar." "Yeah, I somewhat figured that out," Fae said. "Caesar, Hiro; this is Faith Walker," Huey introduced.

"Faith...what a beautiful name," Hiro complimented, shaking her hand. "It's just a name, but if you insist," Fae said, "Just call me Fae." "So why are you two here?" Huey asked. "Ouch. Can't two guys come over to say hi to their boy without anything?" Caesar asked. Huey stared at him, then said, "No. What do you want?" "We're inviting you to come with us to the mall," Hiro explained. "And why would you do that?" Huey questioned.

"It ain't our idea. It's you know who," Caesar hinted. Huey sighed, as Fae was confused. "Of course it is," Huey replied, "Why does she want me to come?" "Beats me. She invited us, but she won't have any fun if you don't tag along," Hiro said. Out of curiosity, Fae was about to question who was this girl that want to be with Huey so much until the doorbell ring again.

"I'll get it. More friends, I assumed?" Fae walked towards the front door. Once she opened it, she spotted green eyes looking back at her, surprised.

"Fae...?"

Fae raised an eyebrow at the mixed girl. "That's right. Surprised?" She didn't get a response, as the mulatto girl went and hugged her tight. "Fae! I'm so glad to see you again!"

Fae was motionless, as she turned to look at the boys staring at her. Caesar and Hiro laughed, as Huey shrugged, not sure what to do. Fae sighed, as she patted the girl's back.

"Hello, Jazmine."

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