The week before the bridge shoot out and one more major arrest of multiple gang members Justice was lurking in the darkness of the Zone Three. She got back in shape after the old port adventures. That night she was in the deep hood of the Zone where no cops ever went. That part belonged to the most dangerous people of the Zone. They had their own city in the city of Gotham. The streets were dark and houses bordered up, those people lived in the darkness and did the most outrageous crimes under the cover of night. Justice needed the information she felt that something was about to happen but she didn't know what and where and when. She knew the main houses of two gangs they were on opposite sides of that part of the Zone but still not so far from each other. Justice crawled to the first one to see what was cooking in the oven of terror. From the outside the house was looking empty but it was done on purpose. There were people even outside of the house hiding in the bushes ready to call the whole meeting off if something happened. So Justice noticed two men front of the house and four men on the back of it. But she knew one path nobody else could think of because she was born in this neighborhood and lived next hose to the one she was going to. Long before her real father left Justice's mom when her parents were just new immigrants with a little baby. There was a sewerage going from the street to every house, what for it was done nobody knew because this part was an oldest part of all Gotham City. Justice lurked into the sewerage and crawled to the little whole in the bathroom of the house from there she could hear people talk.
So, all they need is this damn barrel of chemicals? And they are willing to pay so much? Each time we get it for them?
Yes. Shit, if you don't believe me why are you here? We already sold them three and each time it was fine. We got no drugs to sell now so we got to come out with a plan and this one ain't bad!
I agree but it just suspicious as fuck. What for…
Look, if you are so suspicious why ain't you go and be a cop?
Men's lough was so loud that Justice saw the water in sewerage shaking.
Oh! Fuck off! I ait't dumm that's why! I don't mind to steal chemicals from this shitty plant but crap I want to know why. Simple is that.
Why sell drugs, bro? Hm? Because there is a fucking demand for it so there is a demand for chemicals too, I guess.
Two men were arguing in the kitchen but there were many more men in the house. Justice heard everything pretty clear from the hole in the bathroom.
Ok, ok relax. Where they want to meet now?
Under the broken bridge.
What? Why? There are a lot of people! I mean they are crack heads but still.
Well I don't ask because they pay. Every time we sell chemicals to them they ask to meet in a place where enough people to see them. Not my problem. Nobody is going to snitch on us so we are safe.
As long as they don't ask us to bring this shit on the main land.
You are so freaking annoying bro. Fuck off stay here if you want but we are meeting with them next Friday under the broken bridge at eleven.
Justice stayed a little longer just in case if they said something else but they kept arguing and she thought it was time to go back and prepare. She squeezed back out of sewerage and looked around. The night was pitch black no stars no moon no street lights. Justice was dressed all black and regular her comfortable pants and turtle neck were must wear to every hide and watch operation. She never wore her white dress and boots to something like crawling in city's sewerage but just in case she always had a white ski mask. That night she didn't need it. Justice walked quiet around the house to the cars parked on the next empty lot full of trees and bushes. This way no one would never see those cars and street and houses looked really abandoned. There was a big black pick-up truck and inside its trunk was a big blue rusty barrel. "That's the chemicals they were talking about" – Justice thought. The barrel had signs informing about flammable ingredients and danger of breathing in insides of the barrel. Justice knew if she ever was a criminal she would be a car thief because she had it in her. They taught them in police academy how to open and start cars, yes they did. So Justice mastered this skill like no one else did she just sort of liked a feeling of breaking in and turning on a car. Justice mastered to open a car to find out that that car was already stolen before because all wires were out. So it seemed like a new owner was starting this car the way he started it in the first place. While she was looking at wires somebody exiting the house and walked to one of the parked cars. Justice set on the driver seat and started the car.
Yo! Dre why are you leaving? – a man asked looking at the pick-up truck from behind his car. He couldn't see who was driving so he assumed it was an owner. – This guy!
He dialed a number on his cellphone when the pick-up truck was leaving a parking lot.
Why's Dre leaving? – a man was listening an answer. – No? Who's driving his truck then?
Suddenly a door of the house shut open and seven more men run out from it but the pick-up truck was already down the street.
Fuck! Somebody stole my truck! Come on after him!
There are chemicals in it! Don't shoot!
People were screaming and jumping into their cars. Seconds after all cars were on the road some of them picked way around just in case. The pick-up truck was turning out of their sight. Justice was driving fast but quickly realized the barrel wasn't secure in a truck so she had to slow down on turns and came out with a better plan to hide a truck.
Seven more cars were driving in the neighborhood all night turning in every corner and searching every alley and dead end street no result. It was sunrise when they stopped looking for the truck and decided to separate. Men were mad and angry. When the sun was fully on the sky but still it was an early morning the pick-up truck slowly drove out from the abandoned house. Justice knew this block very well and this particular house with no back wall which collapsed from the fire long time ago. She drove inside the house from the alley through the back yard and stopped the car inside the house. She exited the car and quietly covered car with whatever garbage she could find around also she tried to straighten some bushes which she drove on in the back yard. She set like a mouse in a hole waiting until cats would go away.
She left a block early morning dumping car at the abandoned garbage field but hiding the barrel.