It was late at night with the sky clear except for the stars and crescent moon hovering the city of where dreams an opportunities are waiting for anyone. Not exactly for anyone if you know the kind of shit going on in Los Angeles especially in Hollywood. Anyways a woman was spray painting the side of a building wearing an ear piece to listen to music and ignoring the people passing by. She has been working on this for hours to get every detail needed for the owner's request that she is getting paid for. A man walked out of the building looking at the art coming along smiling as the woman noticed him on her right an put the spray can down. "What do you think?" said the woman through her mask looking at him. "Amazing gonna bring a lot of people in for some coffee and sweets. Thanks Erica for this." said the man. "Dont thank me yet. All it needs is my signature and finishing up the clear water proof coating." said Erica looking at him. "Good to hear. let me get your payment." said the man walking inside. Erica picked up the spray can again finishing up her master piece of a curious children lifting the curtain of the white wall to show a numerous amount of graffiti art with some hidden cartoon characters like mickey mouse or bugs bunny. Erica later began putting her spray cans away in her bag. "Alright Jack. Im leaving." said Erica walking inside the coffee shop. "Here you go. have a good night." said Jack handing her an envelope with cash inside. "Pleasure of doing business with ya." said Erica smiling wile putting the money in her bag. She walked out to her car driving home which is located in the very bad part of Los Angeles where theres mostly crack heads of gangs which ever comes first to newbies. or just complete dumbasses who think Los Angeles is going be a happy ending like Disney or whatever. In her neighborhood its grow a pair of iron balls or be the whiny bitch. Erica and her old friend knew the kina of area before he disappeared with his family way before she move to California. She always had thoughts about what he was up to an how he was doing since his family arent always well liked in New York but remembered the time they hanged out by the bridges or some where they be alone to talk and even have his brother and sister to join in on the fun. Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Oh great." said Erica annoyed after hearing the gunshots. She wasnt all that fazed by the guns firing on way to her apartment since most of the time this happens at night so go figure. Hitting speed dial on her phone to call a guy she knows as Rico who she knew for some time since she move to this place for five years and got each others back. Like give her heads up on his gang activity, riving his friends or family an from the hospital, an sometimes asked to hold on to drugs and in return he needs a place to stay or ask her to watch his kids from two of his baby mamas who are secretly dating each other behind his back. "Yo. Hold on. Would you guys shut the fuck up?! im on the phone with my girl." said Rico. "No its not Theresa. Not Jasmine either." he says. "Hey fucker. Im heading to the apartment in five. You know the drill." said Erica. "Anything you dont like then im sleeping outside or get an ass beating." said Rico. "Good job an this time you're not drunk." said Erica. "Yet." she says as Rico hanged up on her. Erica saw the apartment pulling in while the gun fight was going on a block away going inside heading upstairs to see her friend Rico's feet dangling on the roof. She smacked his right foot to let him know its her before opening her apartment door to put her art stuff away in her art room. "Anything i should know before i make dinner." said Erica. "No." said Rick. "But i ate some burritos from the food truck down town." he says. "Ok." said Erica slamming the door with her foot going to the kitchen after slipping off her messy white sweater that uses during her spray paint projects. She began making herself creamy carbonara while Rico an his boys were running all over the roof firing their guns at their rival gangs who steal from them. "Eat shit motherfuckers!" one of the boys yelled. Ring. Ring. R- "LaRosa. Talk to me." said Erica hitting the speaker on her phone. "Hello Erica. Its officer Thornton. Its regarding the recent reports of a shootout from residents of your apartment. Care to explain." said Officer Thornton. "You know i dont get involved. I just gotten home before the shootout broke out." said Erica then hear boom along with a shake an car alarms going off. "What the fuck was that?!" said Erica looking at the windows with the she left curtains drawn open. "Stay inside. The Swat will be here." said Officer Thornton before hanging up.
Rico kicked opened the door open to let the gang in an fired over the balcony an dived behind the chair facing the door. "What the fuck?!" said Erica looking at him. "Those fucks brought grenades." said Rico looking at her. "Well the Swat will be here in any minute because Thornton called me about reports of the shoot going on here." said Erica then ducked from the bullets shooting through the walls. She military crawled to the bathroom for safety still staying low to the ground pulling out her hand guns hidden in the false bottom under the sink cabinet. Eric heard shouting and the police sirens making her run out of the bathroom holding her guns behind her back seeing a guy getting tackle by a cop and more came in raising their guns pointing them forward. "Hands where i can see them!" said the man yelled. "She got a gun!" said a male officer firing a shot at her left arm grazing it. Erica dropped her gun to hold her wounded arm while Officer Thornton ran over pushing him back from getting near her. "What the hell?!" said Officer Thornton looking at him then at Erica. "Get her to the ambulance now!" said Officer Thornton. Two Officers escorted Erica outside where the shoutout is getting more intense on their way to the ambulance. They put her in gurney with a guy who was bleeding from his left leg on his thigh. "This is how im spending my fucking night." said Erica as the paramedic treated her arm. She saw the cops an gangs were getting killed from the shootings going on until her light hazel eyes saw a black van coming in with the side door open showing a guy holding a bazooka with grenades strapped cross his chest. "Are you shitting me?!" said Erica in shock. "Oh no Atomic Bomb Artie. How the fuck did he escape the psyche ward?" said the guy next to Erica. "Hands where i can see them!" said the officer. "You mean these hands." said Atomic Bomb Artie holding his hands up with each fingers having the rings from the grenades. "Everyone! Take cover!" "OH FUCK ME!" BOOOOM!