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Jayree – Part one
7:12PM

As the cloak of darkness swung over the city lights that illuminated the drizzling rain, he packed his office belongings in a black case placed it on the table, threw on his coat, and continued out the door. It was only a small apartment, on the sixth floor. But it is all about location now, and since it was in the city, it was deemed expensive. Armed with a cash card, and an umbrella (the classy type).

It was another blind date, his friends keep encouraging him to ‘hook up’ sooner or later so they can all have the same status. ‘Taken’. A word that means so much in today’s society. Nevertheless he decides to play along, the last dates weren’t the ‘ideal’ match, too chatty, too quiet, maybe talked just enough but on the wrong topics. Looks were important, but they seemed pleasant if they had a nice personality with a nice smile.

7:20PM

Water splattered on his shoes, the price for not ‘looking before you leap’.
“Shit”, he said to himself receiving awkward looks from the normal Tom Dick and Harry who were walking the streets, probably coming home from work. Not many go out on a Wednesday night he had realized.

What was her name again…
Kris ?, Kathy ? I think it started with a K…

Regelio’s flower shop was just around the corner, always making an impression, he would bring flowers on the first meet. Yellow meant friendship, Red was for love, and White was for death.

“I’ll take the pink ones Tony”
“Ah so your back Jayree, another date already?”
“Yeah the last one didn’t work out…”
“Mmmm I don’t see anyone around your type anyway”
“Haha I must be unique”
“…Just a bit on the unordinary site maybe”

7:27PM

With pink flowers and unordinary pinned on his ego, he left the shop turning right across the lights. Jareno’s Café. This was the place. They had a new groove atmosphere to it. With a clear ocean blue theme, modern furniture, and a great menu for taste.

“Reservation for two”
“Ahh! Jayree you’re back again? It must be a Wednesday thing”

Roborex, they called him owned the place, it was happening every night, the customers would make appointments during lunch breaks, and meet for dinner. Class with a dash of spice, people would review Jareno’s.

With his seat, at the back of the place, nice and quiet it was obviously the best spot in Jareno’s.
7:30… she must be late. Feeling a bit nervous as he always did he made a phone call for any advice he might of missed out, it wasn’t necessary, maybe just the anticipation.

“Jamaul”
“Yeh”
“It’s me”
“Yeh what man?”
“Anything else you got to tell me?”
“I thought I ran through the drill with you last time”
“Yeh I know but…”
“Did you try Johnny-B?”
“Yeh his phone’s off”
“Well I guess you got to keep relaxed you know?..”
“Ahh I guess I know what your …”

From the left corner of his eyes, he saw a great piece of work. Around 5’8 long hair, dressed in blue that matched the theme of Jareno’s.

“Yeah ofcause im right man I’m always right”
“I gotta go bro, shes here”
“Wait up for a…”

As she approached the table, hesitant, Jayree had already kicked the chair from under the table, offering a seat. (He was always good at the smooth things)

“Hi, im Kate”

With the smile she had one, he wondered if this was going to be the end of blind dates.
It was just the kind of ‘feminine surge’ he had been looking for.

Enthusiasm, for once, well for a blind date anyhow. Usually it would just be a night of her talking about some problem he couldn’t even be bothered to deal with. But maybe this one would actually entertain, and not be a waste of $140, the usual bill.

“Hey, I’m Jayree”, introduction, with the click of fingers, the waiter came.

It was all about style to him. Everything had to be done perfect, so at the end of the evening she could ring all her friends and gossip about ‘the nice guy hooked up with’. When you were a kid you played with marbles, then maybe playstation. This was the game that young rich people played. Sometimes you lose and sometimes you win, just that there was no “game over”. It’s endless.

“I’ll have a bottle of 91”
“Gladly sir, and to eat?”
“We’ll get that later”

With the drinks on the way, the flowers would come next.

“I hope you like pink”

With the flowers presented on the table, she was stunned, (they are always stunned) with a sweet smile and a sniff of the flowers, she replied

“I like pink, but I love red”

The word error popped up in his head …that’s not right - they are supposed to love pink. The idea of failure isn’t really his boat. His ego took a hit, but maybe if he rolled the dice right by the end of the night he will have scored a full score.

“I’ll make sure it’s red next time”

With that and the rub of his tummy he asked what she would like to eat.

“Oh I’d like the Marinara”
“Ahhh a good choice mam”… “And you sir? The usual?”
“Yes, it’s been awhile”

Seven days to be exact, but everyone needs time away from their favorite dish. With his eyes on hers, even a moment would feel like eternity. Sparks seem to fly, but only in the minds of the two. Not even… not even really introduced. Maybe love at first sight works in wonders, and Jayree had hit the jackpot.

“Can I ask you something Kate”
“Sure, I’m a pretty open person”
“That’s good because I like getting straight to the point”
“Are you really that hungry?”

A trademark of him was his truth through his speech. And the truth in his eyes, you could tell what he wanted, when he wanted. For Kate, she wasn’t hesitant, but for her it was too quick, maybe both of them have been away from ‘action’ for too long, thus the feeling.

“Yeah, I am”

With another ‘Error’ popping up in his head, he had thought it had already been past the first quarter of the game, and he lost the ball to the opposition. One thing that clouds him is his the lack of self-confidence when it comes to women. So not everybody is perfect, but they are always qualities, which make up for it.

As he looked up she gave him a smile, her lips clearly labeled “sorry”, or “better luck next time”.
Jayree thought to himself, okay – so I missed a goal kick the games still half ways “no worries”.
She moved her lips and begun to talk,

“So… what line of work you into?”
“I run business”
“Ahhh what type of buisness”
“… Private buisness”.
“Is it that secretive”
“Let’s just say, I’m a pretty private person”
“Aha, if you say so”

From there, laughs and jokes came naturally, and before they both could even smell the food coming, it was already served.

8:00 PM

To him, his Carbonara smelt better then just the ‘usual’ it must be either Roborex adding his ‘special spice’ or what you will. Or maybe it was she? It couldn’t be. No woman could make pasta actually smell better, that was just stupid of him.

She looked down at her meal, in amazement she had more ‘features’ in her dish than usual.

“My gosh, I didn’t order so many extras how can I finish this? – It must of cost a fortune”
“It’s on me”
“On you? Why”
“See the guy over there?”
“Where?”
“On the verandah”
“The handsome guy in the expensive black jacket?”
“That’s the one”
“Ahh, yeah I see him, who is he?”
“Roborex, a long time friend of mine, he owns the place”
“Wow you know the owner to the most successful café in the city?”
“Takes one to know one”

With a wink of mystery, he settled back in his seat and continued eating.

8:47 PM

She slumped back, taking a sip from the clear blue glass. Even though such a slight movement isn’t usually thought of much, to him it was elegance. He picked on small details.

“Im stuffed, I can’t believe there’s so much food there”
“Haha, he always gives more to the regular’s just a token of appreciation. You up for desert?”
“YOU KIDDING ME?”

She gave him a gentle play slap to the arm.

“It’s always a thought”
“Ahh I guess, your such a gentleman”
“Not always haha”

~ring, ring~

“Ohh that’s mine”
“Jayree speaking”
“Yeah it’s Meng here, you busy?”
“At the moment, what’s up?”
“Business was interrupted, not good bro”
“Hmm I’ll be there in a sec”
“Aight”.

He had a worried look on his face for a minute, but cast work aside.

“Who was that?”
“Partner”
“Ahh I see”
“So are we all wrapped up here?”
“Just about,”
“I’ll see you to your cab”

With the cheerful look on his face gone, he thanked Roborex for the dinner, as he always does. Jareno’s café did plenty well, but Jayree would give a donation even on the side. Roborex started off with his help.

“Winter is nice, but not when it rains” she pulled her coat tighter.
“Haha I’ll say”

He signaled for a cab, the waiting line for Jareno’s was still long, even for coffee. The business must be really booming I guess.

“So, will you call me?” she questioned with a smile on her face
“When I got time”
“I like mysteries”
“So do I”

With a wave the cab drove off, and he ran back to his apartment to grab the black suitcase he left on his table. He wasn’t going to walk this time. He had a black Merc, showing off wasn’t his type of thing.

Roborex – Part Two

“I can’t believe he made me smoke, the fag”

Talking to himself, Robo stood outside on the verandah, watching his customers from beneath, and in the distance Jayree running off to his apartment. The pretty girls that walked around in Jareno’s wasn’t enough for him. He didn’t work all seven days at Jareno’s. Robo was out making it big. Time in the café was just to check up on sales. Usually visits on Wednesday, to coincide with the rest of the group.

“Boss we made $13 extra this hour, then last night”
“Really? Here”

He handed him a fifty-dollar tip,

“Buy something nice for supper, I’m sure you’re sick of the café’s food by now”
“Thanx boss!”

After hours of nothing, it finally hit 10PM

Robo’s brother Miguel walked in. He usually worked the late shifts, since the Jareno’s closed shop around 3AM after late night coffee and such.

“Aight Miguel you take over”
“Ahaha how’s business”
“It’s good as usual, man I been bored on my ass for you know how long?”
“Okay okay, you heading down to Lil’ Tokyo’s?”
“Yeah man see how Conrad’s doing”

He walked out of the club, and took the stairs down the basement on the right, it was a small parking space only enough to fit the worker’s and a few VIP spaces.
It was blue, dark blue. The shape of it was too perfect, that’s why it’s called a machine.

~beep beep~

He jumped in his Porsche 911 and raced out the entrance with 112 pumping.
Lil’ Tokyo was only a thirteen minute drive away, but it had to be about the ‘entrance’ you make. Robo had it figured that if he was to make a big ‘entrance’ he’d make a big ‘impression’ which was certainly true.

10:17 PM

Robo pulled out right beside the endless line of club’a’holics.

“Mr. Rex, you’re here again I see”
“That’s right, Miles you know where to park it”.

Miles was the car manager for VIP only. This was the sublime light which Robo was placed in, not only in Lil’ Tokyo, but numerous other clubs.
It was on the corner, pink neon cherry blossom trees were on the banner board. This was the most happening Asian club in the city.

Conrad was the owner of Lil’ Tokyo. Started off as nothing much, the club that is, but through word on the street and strings pulled by high-flyers made Lil’ Tokyo the spot to be. It had a Japanese theme to it. Lots of red, and water flowing orations. Below was a giant dance floor, two levels, the top was VIP only, there was a room that was sound proof, which were Conrad does his behind doors paper ticking.

“Whats up”
“Robo, didn’t know you were dropping in tonight”
“Juz checkin the scene you know, I love this place, it’s nice man”

He pulled out a cigar. He only smoked cigars in clubs. All about… impression. The smoke blew from one corner of the couch to the other.

“Have a seat bro, lax out, put your foot on the desk if you want”
“Still a sickcunt”

As he looked down to the floor below, there were now two more dancers, placed at different positions in the club, but still looking symmetrical.

“New girls huh?”
“Girls? Oh you mean the dancers”

Conrad was familiar with girls, they come and go for him, being the owner of a club, as he was the one that would make the decisions of dancers to cleaners. He looked at the dancers again.

“Yeah two of them are new”
“Are they genuine?”
“You mean Japanese?”
“Yeah that’s what I mean”
“Nah man, they are Korean”
“So your telling me you run the most happening club in the damn city and your still a tight ass?”
“ Hell, they look the same, why should I bother”
“Tight ass these days.”

“Catch” … a voice came from the back of the couch.

A set of Cuban cigars landed on Robo’s lap.

“Present from me”

It was Hanz – he’d made it big back in his home country, Indonesia. From doing something we all never knew he’d be good at. Making men’s underwear. Usually we would wear boxers but it seems Hanz has taken some awkward fascination with men’s underwear. They came in all shapes and sizes, not to mention colours. It was hard accepting his job occupation at first, but everyone got used to it, they titled him:
“Hanz the guy with strap”. Strap for G-strap. Robo was not sure if he makes men’s underwear that sexual though.

“Hey! It’s Hanz man”
“Sup Roborex”
“Nothing man, when did you come back?”
“About three days ago, just for a short visit”
“Ahh and then you go back to making underwear for little robo huh?”
“Nar man, I know you don’t wear that shit anyway”
“Do you?”
“Sometimes”

“Hey Hanz long time no see”
“Conrad man, nice joint you got here”
“Haha thanks, but I owe it to you”
“What do you mean?”
“If it wasn’t for your underwear shit I wouldn’t have the money to start this up”
“Oh so you are the large shareholder we have”
“Yeah, sorry I can’t make the meetings, Indonesia is pretty far”
If you were to drive around Indonesia now, you would not see men with the strap “Bonds” but “Hanz” it sounded like a rip-off copy name, but if you thought about it. Hanz sounded a lot more stupid. But Indo’s didn’t care. As long there was something Indonesian, which was clothing they could be proud of. Lots like America and their obsession with Nike.

Robo pulled out on of the cigars.

“Not bad Hanz”
“Ofcause man they are Cuban”

~ He lit the cigar ~

It was tasty, not really. Too much tobacco can’t be good for taste. He pulled up a leg on the sofa. He wondered why he came here all the time if it wasn’t to dance. Then he remembered.

“Conrad ask one of your friends to come”

~ Conrad clicked his fingers and a young man came to his side ~

“What can I do for you sir?”

“Miles has my car key’s ask for them from him, then In the boot there is a silver case, could you bring it to me?”

“Right away sir”

He watched him walk off.

“Silver case now?”

Conrad wondered what it could be.

“Yeh man it looks good”

He looked to the left of him, Hanz was trying to smoke on of the Cuban cigars. Hanz knew how to smoke a cigar, but didn’t like the taste.

“You won’t like it man”
“It’s something to do man”

“Ahh my case”

On the table was his silver case. It was locked, not by a number pad, but a finger touch pad. It was one of those high-tech cases you buy from security companies. He placed his index finger on the keypad, it scanned from red to green, automatically unlocked and the lid popped up. It was air sealed.

“Check these out”

Conrad and Hanz peered into the silver case. A stack of every new RNB music CD that would hit the top charts in more then three months. This meant Lil’ Tokyo would do even better then it is now, due to the unique songs.

“Holy shit man where did you get these? The debut date is months away”

Knowing if Robo were given new RNB CD’s it was through his connections, maybe at other clubs.

Hanz picked up one of the CD’s an examined it. No pictures on the front just list of tracks on the back.

“Are these boot legged?”
“I’m not sure it was a present”
“From who?”
“Jamaul”
“Serious, where is he now?”
“Last time I saw him was in the café on Wednesday”

No one knew what Jamaul was doing. He kept on saying “Just wait, Just wait”. He had been meeting Daniel, who had a boom in his deejay career recently.

“Hmm I’ll come on Wednesday then”

Hanz wondered about what the other guys were doing, since he had not been in the country for awhile.

“You guys seen Johnny-B lately?”
“He wasn’t at the café lately, I heard he’s dating a girl called Ashantai”
“Ashantai? Sounds class”

“Conrad can you do me a favour?”

He looked down at the dancers again.

“Give me a closer look at your dancers”
“Haha, I knew the ol’ Roborex couldn’t resist”
“Call them up Frank”
“Yes Boss”

As he lit up another cigar, two girls crept up around the corner, they were tanned, one looked Korean but the other one didn’t. He didn’t care, he just wanted a ‘look’ now a days it was ‘look’ no touch. The rules were like that.

“Hot damn Conrad” Hanz walked up.
“Look, no touch, it’s the rules”

Even though Hanz was a friend he had to follow the rules. Everyone did, even Conrad himself.

“This is Anoyon, and this is Kate”

She looked familiar, Kate. He had seen here somewhere but couldn’t put a finger on it. He’d seen a lot of people in and out of his café, but he had seen her several times, but where?
With a minute to just ponder, he realized it was the same girl who was with Jayree earlier this evening. What has she got on us? … No one realized.

“Conrad I gotta talk to you in private”
“Now?”
“Yeah now, sorry Hanz”
“… So what time you get off?…Huh what?”

He turned back and closed the door, the room was nice, something different from the club, it was quiet but still had a stereo. There was a gun drawer to the left of the room. Being a club, protection was obviously needed. Not too a lot, just a few guns. He had seen plenty of weapons. It was no surprise to him, even he
had one under the counter of Jareno’s for any smart asses who would try their luck at busting the joint.

“Conrad… when did you hire that Kate girl?”
Hanz – Part There

12:02 AM

He stood at the lounge, watching the other two walk off into the office room. In front of him stood two exotic women. His head hurt a bit, must have been the loud music, deciding the take a walk outside he left the club with a note on the desk

“Johnny-B”

Having Robo program some phone numbers in his Palm pad, it made searching for peoples a lot easier. He knew that Jamaul would be a hard one to follow, especially if he moved around a lot. Jayree was out sorting business, so he would only be a distraction to that. Johnny-B however, only a girl. It was an old school motto. “Broz before Hoez”

It had been awhile since all five had seen each other.
After University it was just a matter of time until separation.

The night was still young, only 12. It was natural that as the progressed later into their life, they would be awake for longer hours. He pulled out his mobile, doubt anyone would have the same model, since people in Asia would receive mobile models way before Australia.

He dialed the buttons 0401 564 669. – Johnny-B.

“Hello?”
“Hey man”
“Who’s this?”
“Hanz”
“Oh hey man, sup? When did you get back?”
“Couple of days ago man”
“You seen anyone yet?”
“Yeah Robo and Conrad”
“Ohh mad, mad – what you doing now?”
“Just walking the city man it’s so fucking boring”
“Come to Jareno’s, Miguel’s there, I’ll meet you in 5”
“Aight”

12:10 AM

He wasn’t the type to walk. Hanz was the only one in the group who really needed to watch his style. Designing men’s underwear was one thing, but wearing slippers in winter was not. Luckily when he came back from Indo he had learnt at least to wear shoes when it rains.

He stepped back from the sidewalk and flagged down a cab

“Where to?”
“Jareno’s”
“Jareno’s? It’s only 5 blocks walk from here, and the traffic is terrible”

He pulled out a hundred-dollar note and flicked it in the cab

“You want to let me in or what?”
“Yes Sir!”

With that he jumped in the front seat, and took the bill he threw in. He wondered if any of the guys had heard about him and Yunita. She was his girlfriend, it started out long distance, and everyone laughed at him because they thought it wouldn’t work out. Some people still laugh at him.

12:26 AM

“We’re here, $8”

He threw a ten-dollar bill through the window when he got out

“Keep the change”

He looked at the queue in front of Jareno’s. It was not even close to Lil’ Tokyo’s but respectable, after all it wasn’t a nightclub, it was a café.
He smiled to the couple on the right, who were the next in line, and just walked through to the seating area.

“Hey! You can’t do that”
“Nar man, im VIP”
“What the hell!”
“Hey look, the bar is free, why not go there”

He made a shuffle action with his fingers that simply meant “money”.
He took the stairs up which where the Rich people would sit. It was also the room when everyone would gather on Wednesday’s around the big round table. The section was closed on Wednesdays too. Strictly private. Even he didn’t know what they did on Fridays. But he knew it must be something illegal.

How could it be a co-incidence? – all five of us making money easier then shitting he thought. Even his company in Indonesia started off by a ‘goodbye’ present from Jamaul. He didn’t open it until he got to Indonesia – and cashed it in the bank after he did.

“Miguel”
“Hey man wussup”
“Just gonna meet Johnny-B you seen him?”
“Yeah he’s parking downstairs, you want something to drink?”
“Alright, just give me something nice yeh?”
“Haha no worries, just sit back”

“Hanz you bitch”
“Haha JB man, long time no see”
“I reckon man”
“What you been up to these days?”
“I just sit back at watch the money come in”
“Come in?”
“Yeah come in haha, you coming on Wednesday yeh?”
“Yeh”
“Yeh I’ll show you then”
“Ahhh alrite”
“So how’s Yunita?”
“Oh so you know …”

Catching up on old times he wondered what they were doing on Wednesdays. Whatever it is, he wanted in. Not so much to be or do something bad, but to be part of the group. Even if it was illegal. He couldn’t think of what it would be, the only thing he saw which might have been were the CD’s given to Robo by Jamaul. Even then it wasn’t enough to prove anything, after all. They were only CDs.
Just music CD’s.

1:24 AM

“You tired yet?”
“Nar man of cause not”
“I’m going to see Jayree, wanna come?”
“Yeh alright”

“Miguel, I’ll see you on Wednesday”
“Aight later boyz”

He made his way down the stairs following JB around the corner, he headed down to the car park.

“Let me guess, the TT right?”
“Haha hell yer”

It was a black TT with a hardtop, JB’s favorite car, and now it was his. It was mainly stock, but a little adjustments were made under the hood. He sat in the front seat and watched the car boost from 0-100 just to the car park entrance.

“Crazy cunt”
“Haha with a car like this, what do you want me to do”

JB edged it slowly out of the driveway, and headed off south of the city.

“We’re going down to the shipping docks?”
“Yeah close, I’ll show you.”

JB turned into a street with a large showcase of furniture. It must be some kind of show room. The place looked great, classy and futuristic, but he had no idea why JB had taken him here. It was a furniture shop, it’s not like they were getting married and had to look at a baby bed for the kid. Taking a sharp left JB parked opposite Jayree’s merc.

“We’re here”
“I didn’t know you like furniture man”
“Haha it was Jayree’s idea”
“He’s got problems man”
“I know”

“JB sup”
“Hanz is here man”
“Serious, where”
“Here man”
“Long time no see man”
“I reckon”

Footsteps echoed at the back of the warehouse.

“Who’s here?”

It was Meng.

“Hanz and JB”
“Ohhh whats up”

He was anxious to ask a whole bunch of questions because he had no idea what all of them were doing in the furniture business.
“Can someone explain this to me”

He asked scratching his head.
Meng approached him and put his arm around his shoulder.

“We’ll first I’ll show you a problem I got with one of my sofas”
“haha, alright then”

He was led to a very nice piece of furniture, it was wooden, spacious, it had a very modern designing to it, with curves and wavy patters on the couch itself.

“Have a seat”

He took a seat, felt the fabric, put a foot up on the armrest, basically laid in it.
It was comfy, there wasn’t any… loose ends of it. The price tag wasn’t hefty, three grand. But it really was a piece of work.

“It’s good man what’s the problem.”
“Look under the seat. You see the zip?”

He unzipped the zip.

“… Your fucking nuts”

It was white, beneath the plastic. White. He didn’t even have to guess he knew it was drugs. He thought to himself, if he wanted in. he would have to take extra precaution.

“Now my problem is I have to pass the freight weight, because all these sofas are to be exported overseas, of cause by private buyers”

He thought for awhile, looking at the couch.

“Your couch uses wood, the wood is thick, it’s not hollow, if you replace the armrest with hollow wood and fiber glass inside to reinforce the strength, it should weigh lighter”

~ clap clap ~

Jayree spoke up

“Hanz I always thought you were a dumb ass but now I gotta give it to you, having a designer isn’t so bad, even if it is underwear”

~ screech… ~

“You expecting more visitors Jayree?”
“Nah man”
“Then what the fuck is that, get down”

Meng pulled out a pistol, from the looks of it, beretta.

The car was black, It was an Aston Martin, he’d never seen an Aston Martin in Australia before.

“Oh fuck it’s only Jamaul”
“Haha did I scare you Meng”
“Nah man have you even got your license you drive like a dickhead…”

Part 4 – Johnny B (JB)

2:00 AM

He went to shake his hand, he hadn’t seen him for awhile. Must have laid low for some reason, I guess he’ll explain it now, JB thought to himself.

~ laughter ~

“Where you been bro”
“Haha around man around, it’s all good”
“How come no one can find you these days?”
“I took a vacation”
“Vacation?”
“Yeah bro”

He didn’t know why Jamaul hadn’t told anyone about his ‘vacation’. Jamaul seemed happy though, which was all he really wanted him to be. He thought about himself, and Ashantai, wondering why she hasn’t phoned him lately, when his phone went off.

~ beep beep ~

“Who’s message?”
“I think it’s mine”
“Mine”
“Mine ya fags”

He flipped out his phone from the inside pocket of his jacket, it was an SMS text message from Ashantai, it was always amazing how he always thinks of people, and they happen to contact him with in the few minutes. With a smile on his face, he read the message.

Hey baby, sorry I haven’t been in contact lately, been really busy. What you up to? At Jareno’s again? When can I meet your friends? You always tell me about them but I’ve never been introduced, call me when you get home

Now wasn’t the time to reply. He had catching up to do.
So he’d figured that he would call when he gets back to his place.

2:30 AM

Jayree stood up on one of the boxes.

“Boyz let’s call it a night”

Everyone agreed since the travelling was wearing them down.
He hopped back in the TT.

“Oi Hanz you want a lift?”
“Yeah thanks man”

Hanz hopped in the other side. JB was the first out, since Jayree had to lock up the warehouse.
He drove back into town, just thinking about getting home, a nice rest.

“So where you staying?”
“My company booked me in Ritz”
“Ritz Carlton? Nice… penthouse?”
“Of cause man”

It was 2:50 AM when they pulled up at the Ritz.

“Thanks for the lift”
“Anytime man, call me whenever you wanna meet up”
“Aight”
“Remember you got to think twice now when you talk to a ‘stranger”.
“Yeh I know”

He watched him walk through the door. It was alright, they wouldn’t track on to him so fast. He drove off back to his place.
It wasn’t in the city, but it was near the city. About the minutes drive north. He rather a place nice and quiet, with views, then an ‘elevator’ trip away from ‘night life’.

3:12 AM

Pulled up into his driveway. It was a cozy place, not to big. Spanish white – the house that is. Heated pool and indoor/outdoor sauna. The guys would all gather at his place for BBQ’s or large meetings, which would be too obvious if held in Jareno’s.

He walked in, the answering machine flashed twice, two messages.

~ clap clap ~

Motion sensing lights meaning the lights turned on, he pressed play on the machine and walked into the kitchen for a drink.

Message 1 from Jamaul at 11PM

Good morning man, It’s me, just calling to say I’m dropping by Jayree’s tonight see whats happening. Into your girlfriend today, she was passing Jareno’s around 7 or something? I think I can’t remember. Anyhow seeya soon

Message 2 from Hanz at 3:00AM

Hey man I think your phone ran out of battery? So I called your home. Oh yeah you won’t believe how lucky I am, one of Conrad’s dancers – Kate, shes hot man she left me a message at the hotel, I think I’m getting lucky haha! Bye man

He drunk the milk, it was milk and vodka. Alcohol was present everywhere around the house, it was hard to miss.

Kate… he thought to himself. Who the hell is Kate? Ohh that chick Jayree was meeting. That’s right. I’ve never actually seen her come to it. But what is she doing with Hanz? Maybe for the money.

He looked at his phone.

Three bars, I have three bars, how can I be out of battery. Hanz must still be a bit ‘not right’ up in his head.

~ ring ring ~

“What the fuck!”

He startled and dropped his phone. Anyone would, he wasn’t expecting a call this time of night, or day if you want to call it.
“Who the fuck wants to call at this hour”
“Calm down faggot”
“Oh Robo - yeh whats up?”
“You here about that Kate girl?”
“Yeh just then, Hanz left me a message”
“She’s dangerous man”
“What you mean dangerous”
“She moved on Lil’ Tokyo first, then she got Jayree in a wrap”
“Fuck Hanz, gotta go Robo”
“Aight just letting you know”
“Thanks”

He put his jacket back on, and took a black case in the car with him. He put the black case on the backseat.

“Fuckin bitch”

He drove off with his lights off, and neons on.
He decided he should call Jamaul since he lived closer he could get there faster

0410 526 285 – Jamaul

~ ring ring ~

“Yo”
“Oi Jamaul”
“Sup?”
“Got trouble man, Hanz”
“the hell? Its 3:30 AM bro”
“Yeh I’m on my way, Ritz, penthouse – girl called Kate”
“I’m there – don’t forget the cameras”
“Aight”

3:46

He pulled up in the disabled parking, it was the closest to the door, no one would park in disabled who were really disabled at this hour anyway.
With the lights off, he reached for his black case.

~ click ~

It was a desert eagle. Black, and sleek. Most of the guy’s used these models. It did the job great, although loud sometimes. He put it the inner left pocket of his jacket, since he shot with his right arm.
Approaching the lady at the desk…

“Hi, I’m looking for a resident Mr. Hanz he left something in my car, I’d like to return it”
“Hanz, yep he’s room 4 on the top floor”
“Thank you miss”

Walking very steadily to the door he pressed “32”. It was the top floor.

~ ding ~

the doors opened, he walked to the 4th door and knocked on.

Jamaul answered the door

“We’re too late”
“Too late?”

He looked at the time.

“What you mean too late? I thought they’d be having sex by now”
“It’s hard to have sex when he’s not here bro”
“Huh? But I dropped him here”
“I’ll show you something”

Jamaul took him on to the balcony.

“You see that?”
“You mean the ladder?”
“Yeah”
“He examined the ladder, yeh it just goes up to the roof”
“He went on the roof”
“Why would he go on the roof”

Jamaul sat back down on the sofa.

“I brought my gun, I usually shoot things, but I didn’t tonight, you know why?”
“No? You always shoot shit”
“Would you really wanna shoot at CIA?”
“CIA?”
“They had him tracked since he got off the fucking plane”
“The fuck? What now?”
“We got to tell Jayree”

~ ring ring ~

“Jayree”
“Yeah whats up JB”
“Kate man she’s a setup”
“Set up? What do you mean”
“She’s fucking CIA they took Hanz via a chopper”
“…”
“Look we’ll meet up at Jareno’s aight, sort it out”
“Aight I’ll call Robo”

He panicked for a second. Then thought for a minute.
Jamaul walked up…

“This ain’t good bro”
“I know man”
“I’ll clear the room up, sign him out, meet you down at Jareno’s”
“Aight man, thanks”
“It’s cool, don’t get a speeding ticket you psycho cunt”
“No worries bro”

With that, he walked through the door and headed towards the elevators. He couldn’t believe Hanz was being tracked ever since he stepped out the plane.

“This is gonna be some hectic shit bro”

He said to himself, as he walked out of the Ritz.
Jamaul – Part Five

He looked at the documents on the table. Looking for leads any of them. They were all just miscellaneous papers from the hotel, complementary ones. He reached into his pocket, picked out his memory. The lighter had been with him for years. It was what he had left of her.

~ flick ~

It was lit, burning.

“Don’t need this shit”

He burnt the documents and the side of table by accident.

“Fuck!”

He kicked the flame out, remembering he had to pay for Hanz if any damage was done to the room. All done! he thought to himself. He picked up his gun from the couch and walked out of the room.

He smiled at the lady at the counter,

“Miss my friend is sick, I will sign out from him instead”
“Sorry sir, I can’t It must be done by the guest”
“Miss please understand”
“Your going to have to do better then that”
“Really”

He reached for his wallet, flipped through the notes and pulled out three one hundred-dollar bills and flipped it on the table.

“How about this?”
“… Thank you for coming sir”
“Put it on this card”
“Yes sir”
“That’s what I thought”

He walked to the doors of the Ritz,

“My car boyz”
“Yes sir”

A man got out unwillingly from his car.

“Sir I must admit you got a nice piece of work here”
“Haha”

Jumping into the car, he threw twenty-dollars to the bellboy.

“Start saving now”

With the foot on the accelerator the car dashed off the Jareno’s. The bellboy just saw a blur of black shadow. It was like that.

4:12 AM

Jareno’s. It was closed. The backdoor wasn’t though. Walking through the backdoor he got a phone call.
~ ring ring ~

“Jamual speaking”
“Good, listen up”
“Who the…?”
“I have your friend, Hanz”
“Yeh, he’s a sickcunt ei”
“Quit the fucking shit”
“…”
“If you want your friend, rendezvous at South Syd Warehouse 5, 9:00 PM tomorrow, oh and bring your friends too”
“It’s a date faggot”

The line was dead, the threat had been made. But it didn’t make sense, why would the CIA hold someone ransom? With the suspect they could easily crush their operation… it didn’t make sense. He thought for a moment, about Kate. When it hit him…

~ knock knock ~

“Who is it?”
“Robo it’s me bro”
“Aight hang on”

~ unlock ~

Everyone was here, Meng, Eddie, Jospeh, Jayree, JB, Robo, Miguel, Conrad and myself. It was a nine-man team. He began to explain…

“Here’s the deal, CIA are not a setup, they are in the fucking business”

Conrad spoke up

“In the business? That’s bullshit! Why the fuck would CIA be in the business”
“Same reason we are”

He took a second.

“To make money, think about it.”

He watched everyone look away, but understand. It was clear to them now, but they didn’t know how many men the CIA had, easier access to weapons, it was going to be hard way to force out of this one.

“I’ve told you the deal, now I’m gonna tell you the plan”…

4:30

Jayree spoke first.

“So your telling me, we gotta go down now, to the warehouse now?”
“We got to set it up man, that’s the only chance we got, wire the place up, fuse it, you name it”
“Hectic bro”

He decided to split into two groups. One for the weapons and one to wire up the house, it was logical that way. There were a few good men who could easily hook us up with weapons.

“Eddie, you still got your friend working at that weapon store?”
“Yeah man”
“Hook us up?”
“No problem”
“Conrad grab the guns from the shelf and load it up in the back of Robo’s jeep”
“JB, Jayree you still remember your chemistry?”
“Yeah the teacher was a fuckhead but”
“Haha, you still know how to do them explosives?”
“Haha, you bet.”

JB stood up

“At the bottom of my house there is four boxes wired with C4, detonated by remote, that could come in handy, I need boyz to help me carry it but”

Jayree scratched his head.

“What the fuck cunt?, sure you’ll blow up the whole fucking street with that shit”
“Yeah well If I’m gonna die I mayswell takes some people with me”
“Oh yeh, tru that”

4:45 AM

He gave everyone simcards, just incase they were tapped.

“Alright boyz, dispatch. Meet up at the warehouse at 5:40 the latest”

He jumped in with Eddie and Meng. Jospeh rode off with Conrad and Robo, while Jayree, JB and Miguel headed off to JB’s place.
It was set, this would have to be the craziest thing they have ever done. Never had they used all the firepower they had, but against Cops, who’ve turned bad ass, he guessed we’d need it.

5:00 AM

… It was dark, but you could still see, the alley was slightly dimmed by the lights above.

“He said in here right?”

Eddie’s friend had directed him to the back of the alley, he said it was the latest ‘stock’ he had.

~ creek ~

the door opened, Meng flipped the switch. It was a black cloth, over crates and crates. He threw the cloth off the crate. They were re-labeled probably by the owner of the shop.

“Holy shit man, these are smuggled from NATO, it’s all military shit”
“Give me a hand with one of the crates”

~ boom ~ the lid of the crate fell on the dusty floor.

He pulled out one of the guns,

“Submachine gun, fully automatic MP6K, with detach laser, and hand grenade”

The box below each gun was ammo. Enough ammo to last a hunter for his lift.

Meng tapped Eddie on the shoulder.

“Tell Joseph to back the car up”

They all began loading the car, making sure the ammunition was placed in the car first. There were only nine of us, so no point in taking too many guns. Each person would carry what he could take. The whole operation was a militia, and we had the advantage.

“It’s done!”

Eddie tapped the back of the window, and Jospeh pulled out

5:38 AM

“Haha looks like we’re on time”

They popped the boot and watched the others walk up to the car.

Robo looked inside…

“Fuck what did you guys steal man”

Eddie laughed.

“We’re borrowing”

He looked at JB, having a cigarette, looked like they been here for awhile.

“How long you boyz been here for?”
“Look inside the warehouse”

He pulled open the door of the warehouse and shone his mobile light in.

“I don’t see it?”

JB pushed the detonator button. It would beep twice, the second press would mean it explodes.
He peeped inside again, there were red lights flashing everywhere, all the loose ends of the warehouse, up on the sniper porches, or any place were the fuckers could hide.

“Bro this is gonna be an early Christmas”

JB smiled. “I told you it was gonna be hectic”

Miguel stood on the box

“We’ve got grenades in here from Conrad’s joint”
“Aight”

He clapped twice.

“Alright boyz, I reckon we gotta get some rest. Wake up in the morning, and get here by 9 tomorrow night, how does that sound?”

They all nodded.

“Jareno’s at 8, for some final plans, don’t be late.”
Finale – Part 6

8:00 PM

Everyone was there, on the dot, even 10 minutes before schedule, no one was 10 minutes before schedule, especially not this group of people. It was surprising Jayree even remembered the whole thing, well I guess it’s possible since it effected his wealth.

Conrad spoke up first, everyone was relaxed, not nervous. It’s like they wanted to shoot up.

“You all have your own gun’s on you yeh?”

“Yeh”, Roborex opened his jacket, double M2F8’s. Pretty sight.

Jamaul lit one of those Cuban cigar’s,

“Guys, I know we got everything planned but there’s still a chance it will fuck up”

Johnny-B smiled

“Always man”

~ screecccch ~

A black van pulled up at Jareno’s, Miguel was driving. This would be our vehicle for our little covert operation tonight. The windows were tinted illegally, meaning you couldn’t see your own mother if you looked directly into the glass. The truck was bulletproof, including the windscreens. It was an armadillo more or less.

Meng tipped his cap, picked up his desert eagle and placed it in his jacket pocket.

“Let’s go”

They were all dressed in black, uniform. They had to look good to see clients, it was very business like especially if one of us, were in hostage. Filling up the van, we loaded the box of grenades last. This was all back up.

It was a fair trip to the place, most of us were silent. Wondering. Life or Death
But that wasn’t the point. They all had to focus to get the job done. No slip ups can be allowed.

Some of them were sighing, heads down, unfocused, didn’t know what was going to hit them.

“Miguel”, Jamaul spoke up and broke the silence.

“Yeh sup”

“Put on some music, these cunt’s are getting shaky”

“Aight bro hang”

~ boom boom ~

the bass hit van like a shock wave, it was good, get the blood running in the distressed vain, if anyone had any.

“Incoming guys”
8:57 PM

They were there, it was cold outside, maybe 7 degrees if they were lucky, Jayree tapped JB on the shoulder

“You got the remote?”

“Yeh right here”

Jayree let out a snicker, it was a sinister laugh. But appropriate.

“Common guys don’t wanna keep the guest waiting”

Jospeh was the first person out, the guns could not be seen, since everyone had them under the coat. Maybe it was obvious but it was the only way to go. They entered the warehouse.

“Evening”

“argh WTF is with the lights cunt”

Jamaul covered his eyes they were high beam. He couldn’t see them, but it was definitely a woman speaking.

“Lights”

There were five trucks. At least thirty men, she was the only woman. She was wearing a mask. Since she was the closest person in front they inspected her first.

Roborex shouted out to the guys

“Deymn man, she ain’t bad for a gangster bitch ei”

Conrad laughed

“I want to fuck with her hard”

~ ssshi ~

Hanz was beaten badly, tied up and brought out in front of the group.
She pointed the gun to his head.

“You still want to fuck with me?”

….

Everyone was silent, Hanz was thrown back into one of the trucks.

She spoke with a comical tone.

“By the way, we’re not holding this trade in this warehouse, we’re going to number 3”

“What?” JB was almost shouting.

“You didn’t think we’re that stupid did you, get in the truck if you want him alive”

They loaded in one of the trucks, unwillingly of cause.

~ screech ~

the truck pulled up, they were free to walk around.

“Why here?”

Jamaul was confused.

“Because here is where we will arrest you, actually – kill you in a gun fight”

JB was shaking up about to crack the guy over the head

“Your fucking smart ei, so this whole thing was a set up?”

“What do you think”

We still had all our handguns in our jackets, they didn’t check that, only left the machine guns back at the other warehouse.

JB reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out his gun, it looked as though he was itching himself.

“… to be honest, I think”

Jamaul looked at JB, then looked at the guard

Da signaled the rest of them to get ready, and go check on Hanz.

Jamaul laughed at the guard

“I think you’re fucked”

~ bam ~

Meng threw a flash grenade that landed at the foot of the other truck of men.

“GO CUNTS GO GO GO”

We were split up in the directions we ran. There were three opposing forces. 1 truck, about five men on the roof top, and ten scattered around the place after the grenade was thrown.
JB went for Hanz alone – since it was more discreet that way. Jamaul ran with Da to flank the right side of the truck, while Meng and Jospeh climbed the ladder on the left side to get to the top. Robo, Conrad went with Miguel to cover him while he drove back to get the rest of the armaments we didn’t bring.

JB’s perspective (this is JB talking)

“HANZ where are you”

“Ugggh”

The voice came from the far side of the empty truck. I think its Hanz, who else would scream like a girl.

“I swear man grow some balls, I’m not your mum ya know, can’t you just say my name”

“JOHNNY-B HELPPPPPPPPPPPP”

“…douma doesn’t this guy get it”
JB walked over to where Hanz was sitting tied up in a chair. Your everyday kidnap scenario. He thought the CIA, being the most “respected” government agent to have thought of something a little more spine tingling.

And there it was. The back of the chair was taped around a movement sensor bomb.

“Shit man how am I gonna get you out of this one?”
“I dunno man just think of something, I have so many ideas for my underwear company!”
“I thought all this drama would give you some kind of a jolt for your dick”

A female voice echoed from the back of the room

“I’ve jolted your dick”
“The fuck?.. … Ashantai?. The fuck you doing here?”

Hanz would scratch his head right now if he could.

“You guys know each other?”
“Do we know each other?, she’s my goddamn girlfriend!”
“Bro so much for your luck ei”
“…”

JB went to face up to Ashantai, didn’t know what to do, or say. He didn’t understand, that some people had two sides, (three if you count the side for Hans) then one.

“I don’t get it, how did you do all this?”

=) (Smile) — Description
Jayree – Part one
7:12PM

As the cloak of darkness swung over the city lights that illuminated the drizzling rain, he packed his office belongings in a black case placed it on the table, threw on his coat, and continued out the door. It was only a small apartment, on the sixth floor. But it is all about location now, and since it was in the city, it was deemed expensive. Armed with a cash card, and an umbrella (the classy type).

It was another blind date, his friends keep encouraging him to ‘hook up’ sooner or later so they can all have the same status. ‘Taken’. A word that means so much in today’s society. Nevertheless he decides to play along, the last dates weren’t the ‘ideal’ match, too chatty, too quiet, maybe talked just enough but on the wrong topics. Looks were important, but they seemed pleasant if they had a nice personality with a nice smile.

7:20PM

Water splattered on his shoes, the price for not ‘looking before you leap’.
“Shit”, he said to himself receiving awkward looks from the normal Tom Dick and Harry who were walking the streets, probably coming home from work. Not many go out on a Wednesday night he had realized.

What was her name again…
Kris ?, Kathy ? I think it started with a K…

Regelio’s flower shop was just around the corner, always making an impression, he would bring flowers on the first meet. Yellow meant friendship, Red was for love, and White was for death.

“I’ll take the pink ones Tony”
“Ah so your back Jayree, another date already?”
“Yeah the last one didn’t work out…”
“Mmmm I don’t see anyone around your type anyway”
“Haha I must be unique”
“…Just a bit on the unordinary site maybe”

7:27PM

With pink flowers and unordinary pinned on his ego, he left the shop turning right across the lights. Jareno’s Café. This was the place. They had a new groove atmosphere to it. With a clear ocean blue theme, modern furniture, and a great menu for taste.

“Reservation for two”
“Ahh! Jayree you’re back again? It must be a Wednesday thing”

Roborex, they called him owned the place, it was happening every night, the customers would make appointments during lunch breaks, and meet for dinner. Class with a dash of spice, people would review Jareno’s.

With his seat, at the back of the place, nice and quiet it was obviously the best spot in Jareno’s.
7:30… she must be late. Feeling a bit nervous as he always did he made a phone call for any advice he might of missed out, it wasn’t necessary, maybe just the anticipation.

“Jamaul”
“Yeh”
“It’s me”
“Yeh what man?”
“Anything else you got to tell me?”
“I thought I ran through the drill with you last time”
“Yeh I know but…”
“Did you try Johnny-B?”
“Yeh his phone’s off”
“Well I guess you got to keep relaxed you know?..”
“Ahh I guess I know what your …”

From the left corner of his eyes, he saw a great piece of work. Around 5’8 long hair, dressed in blue that matched the theme of Jareno’s.

“Yeah ofcause im right man I’m always right”
“I gotta go bro, shes here”
“Wait up for a…”

As she approached the table, hesitant, Jayree had already kicked the chair from under the table, offering a seat. (He was always good at the smooth things)

“Hi, im Kate”

With the smile she had one, he wondered if this was going to be the end of blind dates.
It was just the kind of ‘feminine surge’ he had been looking for.

Enthusiasm, for once, well for a blind date anyhow. Usually it would just be a night of her talking about some problem he couldn’t even be bothered to deal with. But maybe this one would actually entertain, and not be a waste of $140, the usual bill.

“Hey, I’m Jayree”, introduction, with the click of fingers, the waiter came.

It was all about style to him. Everything had to be done perfect, so at the end of the evening she could ring all her friends and gossip about ‘the nice guy hooked up with’. When you were a kid you played with marbles, then maybe playstation. This was the game that young rich people played. Sometimes you lose and sometimes you win, just that there was no “game over”. It’s endless.

“I’ll have a bottle of 91”
“Gladly sir, and to eat?”
“We’ll get that later”

With the drinks on the way, the flowers would come next.

“I hope you like pink”

With the flowers presented on the table, she was stunned, (they are always stunned) with a sweet smile and a sniff of the flowers, she replied

“I like pink, but I love red”

The word error popped up in his head …that’s not right - they are supposed to love pink. The idea of failure isn’t really his boat. His ego took a hit, but maybe if he rolled the dice right by the end of the night he will have scored a full score.

“I’ll make sure it’s red next time”

With that and the rub of his tummy he asked what she would like to eat.

“Oh I’d like the Marinara”
“Ahhh a good choice mam”… “And you sir? The usual?”
“Yes, it’s been awhile”

Seven days to be exact, but everyone needs time away from their favorite dish. With his eyes on hers, even a moment would feel like eternity. Sparks seem to fly, but only in the minds of the two. Not even… not even really introduced. Maybe love at first sight works in wonders, and Jayree had hit the jackpot.

“Can I ask you something Kate”
“Sure, I’m a pretty open person”
“That’s good because I like getting straight to the point”
“Are you really that hungry?”

A trademark of him was his truth through his speech. And the truth in his eyes, you could tell what he wanted, when he wanted. For Kate, she wasn’t hesitant, but for her it was too quick, maybe both of them have been away from ‘action’ for too long, thus the feeling.

“Yeah, I am”

With another ‘Error’ popping up in his head, he had thought it had already been past the first quarter of the game, and he lost the ball to the opposition. One thing that clouds him is his the lack of self-confidence when it comes to women. So not everybody is perfect, but they are always qualities, which make up for it.

As he looked up she gave him a smile, her lips clearly labeled “sorry”, or “better luck next time”.
Jayree thought to himself, okay – so I missed a goal kick the games still half ways “no worries”.
She moved her lips and begun to talk,

“So… what line of work you into?”
“I run business”
“Ahhh what type of buisness”
“… Private buisness”.
“Is it that secretive”
“Let’s just say, I’m a pretty private person”
“Aha, if you say so”

From there, laughs and jokes came naturally, and before they both could even smell the food coming, it was already served.

8:00 PM

To him, his Carbonara smelt better then just the ‘usual’ it must be either Roborex adding his ‘special spice’ or what you will. Or maybe it was she? It couldn’t be. No woman could make pasta actually smell better, that was just stupid of him.

She looked down at her meal, in amazement she had more ‘features’ in her dish than usual.

“My gosh, I didn’t order so many extras how can I finish this? – It must of cost a fortune”
“It’s on me”
“On you? Why”
“See the guy over there?”
“Where?”
“On the verandah”
“The handsome guy in the expensive black jacket?”
“That’s the one”
“Ahh, yeah I see him, who is he?”
“Roborex, a long time friend of mine, he owns the place”
“Wow you know the owner to the most successful café in the city?”
“Takes one to know one”

With a wink of mystery, he settled back in his seat and continued eating.

8:47 PM

She slumped back, taking a sip from the clear blue glass. Even though such a slight movement isn’t usually thought of much, to him it was elegance. He picked on small details.

“Im stuffed, I can’t believe there’s so much food there”
“Haha, he always gives more to the regular’s just a token of appreciation. You up for desert?”
“YOU KIDDING ME?”

She gave him a gentle play slap to the arm.

“It’s always a thought”
“Ahh I guess, your such a gentleman”
“Not always haha”

~ring, ring~

“Ohh that’s mine”
“Jayree speaking”
“Yeah it’s Meng here, you busy?”
“At the moment, what’s up?”
“Business was interrupted, not good bro”
“Hmm I’ll be there in a sec”
“Aight”.

He had a worried look on his face for a minute, but cast work aside.

“Who was that?”
“Partner”
“Ahh I see”
“So are we all wrapped up here?”
“Just about,”
“I’ll see you to your cab”

With the cheerful look on his face gone, he thanked Roborex for the dinner, as he always does. Jareno’s café did plenty well, but Jayree would give a donation even on the side. Roborex started off with his help.

“Winter is nice, but not when it rains” she pulled her coat tighter.
“Haha I’ll say”

He signaled for a cab, the waiting line for Jareno’s was still long, even for coffee. The business must be really booming I guess.

“So, will you call me?” she questioned with a smile on her face
“When I got time”
“I like mysteries”
“So do I”

With a wave the cab drove off, and he ran back to his apartment to grab the black suitcase he left on his table. He wasn’t going to walk this time. He had a black Merc, showing off wasn’t his type of thing.

Roborex – Part Two

“I can’t believe he made me smoke, the fag”

Talking to himself, Robo stood outside on the verandah, watching his customers from beneath, and in the distance Jayree running off to his apartment. The pretty girls that walked around in Jareno’s wasn’t enough for him. He didn’t work all seven days at Jareno’s. Robo was out making it big. Time in the café was just to check up on sales. Usually visits on Wednesday, to coincide with the rest of the group.

“Boss we made $13 extra this hour, then last night”
“Really? Here”

He handed him a fifty-dollar tip,

“Buy something nice for supper, I’m sure you’re sick of the café’s food by now”
“Thanx boss!”

After hours of nothing, it finally hit 10PM

Robo’s brother Miguel walked in. He usually worked the late shifts, since the Jareno’s closed shop around 3AM after late night coffee and such.

“Aight Miguel you take over”
“Ahaha how’s business”
“It’s good as usual, man I been bored on my ass for you know how long?”
“Okay okay, you heading down to Lil’ Tokyo’s?”
“Yeah man see how Conrad’s doing”

He walked out of the club, and took the stairs down the basement on the right, it was a small parking space only enough to fit the worker’s and a few VIP spaces.
It was blue, dark blue. The shape of it was too perfect, that’s why it’s called a machine.

~beep beep~

He jumped in his Porsche 911 and raced out the entrance with 112 pumping.
Lil’ Tokyo was only a thirteen minute drive away, but it had to be about the ‘entrance’ you make. Robo had it figured that if he was to make a big ‘entrance’ he’d make a big ‘impression’ which was certainly true.

10:17 PM

Robo pulled out right beside the endless line of club’a’holics.

“Mr. Rex, you’re here again I see”
“That’s right, Miles you know where to park it”.

Miles was the car manager for VIP only. This was the sublime light which Robo was placed in, not only in Lil’ Tokyo, but numerous other clubs.
It was on the corner, pink neon cherry blossom trees were on the banner board. This was the most happening Asian club in the city.

Conrad was the owner of Lil’ Tokyo. Started off as nothing much, the club that is, but through word on the street and strings pulled by high-flyers made Lil’ Tokyo the spot to be. It had a Japanese theme to it. Lots of red, and water flowing orations. Below was a giant dance floor, two levels, the top was VIP only, there was a room that was sound proof, which were Conrad does his behind doors paper ticking.

“Whats up”
“Robo, didn’t know you were dropping in tonight”
“Juz checkin the scene you know, I love this place, it’s nice man”

He pulled out a cigar. He only smoked cigars in clubs. All about… impression. The smoke blew from one corner of the couch to the other.

“Have a seat bro, lax out, put your foot on the desk if you want”
“Still a sickcunt”

As he looked down to the floor below, there were now two more dancers, placed at different positions in the club, but still looking symmetrical.

“New girls huh?”
“Girls? Oh you mean the dancers”

Conrad was familiar with girls, they come and go for him, being the owner of a club, as he was the one that would make the decisions of dancers to cleaners. He looked at the dancers again.

“Yeah two of them are new”
“Are they genuine?”
“You mean Japanese?”
“Yeah that’s what I mean”
“Nah man, they are Korean”
“So your telling me you run the most happening club in the damn city and your still a tight ass?”
“ Hell, they look the same, why should I bother”
“Tight ass these days.”

“Catch” … a voice came from the back of the couch.

A set of Cuban cigars landed on Robo’s lap.

“Present from me”

It was Hanz – he’d made it big back in his home country, Indonesia. From doing something we all never knew he’d be good at. Making men’s underwear. Usually we would wear boxers but it seems Hanz has taken some awkward fascination with men’s underwear. They came in all shapes and sizes, not to mention colours. It was hard accepting his job occupation at first, but everyone got used to it, they titled him:
“Hanz the guy with strap”. Strap for G-strap. Robo was not sure if he makes men’s underwear that sexual though.

“Hey! It’s Hanz man”
“Sup Roborex”
“Nothing man, when did you come back?”
“About three days ago, just for a short visit”
“Ahh and then you go back to making underwear for little robo huh?”
“Nar man, I know you don’t wear that shit anyway”
“Do you?”
“Sometimes”

“Hey Hanz long time no see”
“Conrad man, nice joint you got here”
“Haha thanks, but I owe it to you”
“What do you mean?”
“If it wasn’t for your underwear shit I wouldn’t have the money to start this up”
“Oh so you are the large shareholder we have”
“Yeah, sorry I can’t make the meetings, Indonesia is pretty far”
If you were to drive around Indonesia now, you would not see men with the strap “Bonds” but “Hanz” it sounded like a rip-off copy name, but if you thought about it. Hanz sounded a lot more stupid. But Indo’s didn’t care. As long there was something Indonesian, which was clothing they could be proud of. Lots like America and their obsession with Nike.

Robo pulled out on of the cigars.

“Not bad Hanz”
“Ofcause man they are Cuban”

~ He lit the cigar ~

It was tasty, not really. Too much tobacco can’t be good for taste. He pulled up a leg on the sofa. He wondered why he came here all the time if it wasn’t to dance. Then he remembered.

“Conrad ask one of your friends to come”

~ Conrad clicked his fingers and a young man came to his side ~

“What can I do for you sir?”

“Miles has my car key’s ask for them from him, then In the boot there is a silver case, could you bring it to me?”

“Right away sir”

He watched him walk off.

“Silver case now?”

Conrad wondered what it could be.

“Yeh man it looks good”

He looked to the left of him, Hanz was trying to smoke on of the Cuban cigars. Hanz knew how to smoke a cigar, but didn’t like the taste.

“You won’t like it man”
“It’s something to do man”

“Ahh my case”

On the table was his silver case. It was locked, not by a number pad, but a finger touch pad. It was one of those high-tech cases you buy from security companies. He placed his index finger on the keypad, it scanned from red to green, automatically unlocked and the lid popped up. It was air sealed.

“Check these out”

Conrad and Hanz peered into the silver case. A stack of every new RNB music CD that would hit the top charts in more then three months. This meant Lil’ Tokyo would do even better then it is now, due to the unique songs.

“Holy shit man where did you get these? The debut date is months away”

Knowing if Robo were given new RNB CD’s it was through his connections, maybe at other clubs.

Hanz picked up one of the CD’s an examined it. No pictures on the front just list of tracks on the back.

“Are these boot legged?”
“I’m not sure it was a present”
“From who?”
“Jamaul”
“Serious, where is he now?”
“Last time I saw him was in the café on Wednesday”

No one knew what Jamaul was doing. He kept on saying “Just wait, Just wait”. He had been meeting Daniel, who had a boom in his deejay career recently.

“Hmm I’ll come on Wednesday then”

Hanz wondered about what the other guys were doing, since he had not been in the country for awhile.

“You guys seen Johnny-B lately?”
“He wasn’t at the café lately, I heard he’s dating a girl called Ashantai”
“Ashantai? Sounds class”

“Conrad can you do me a favour?”

He looked down at the dancers again.

“Give me a closer look at your dancers”
“Haha, I knew the ol’ Roborex couldn’t resist”
“Call them up Frank”
“Yes Boss”

As he lit up another cigar, two girls crept up around the corner, they were tanned, one looked Korean but the other one didn’t. He didn’t care, he just wanted a ‘look’ now a days it was ‘look’ no touch. The rules were like that.

“Hot damn Conrad” Hanz walked up.
“Look, no touch, it’s the rules”

Even though Hanz was a friend he had to follow the rules. Everyone did, even Conrad himself.

“This is Anoyon, and this is Kate”

She looked familiar, Kate. He had seen here somewhere but couldn’t put a finger on it. He’d seen a lot of people in and out of his café, but he had seen her several times, but where?
With a minute to just ponder, he realized it was the same girl who was with Jayree earlier this evening. What has she got on us? … No one realized.

“Conrad I gotta talk to you in private”
“Now?”
“Yeah now, sorry Hanz”
“… So what time you get off?…Huh what?”

He turned back and closed the door, the room was nice, something different from the club, it was quiet but still had a stereo. There was a gun drawer to the left of the room. Being a club, protection was obviously needed. Not too a lot, just a few guns. He had seen plenty of weapons. It was no surprise to him, even he
had one under the counter of Jareno’s for any smart asses who would try their luck at busting the joint.

“Conrad… when did you hire that Kate girl?”
Hanz – Part There

12:02 AM

He stood at the lounge, watching the other two walk off into the office room. In front of him stood two exotic women. His head hurt a bit, must have been the loud music, deciding the take a walk outside he left the club with a note on the desk

“Johnny-B”

Having Robo program some phone numbers in his Palm pad, it made searching for peoples a lot easier. He knew that Jamaul would be a hard one to follow, especially if he moved around a lot. Jayree was out sorting business, so he would only be a distraction to that. Johnny-B however, only a girl. It was an old school motto. “Broz before Hoez”

It had been awhile since all five had seen each other.
After University it was just a matter of time until separation.

The night was still young, only 12. It was natural that as the progressed later into their life, they would be awake for longer hours. He pulled out his mobile, doubt anyone would have the same model, since people in Asia would receive mobile models way before Australia.

He dialed the buttons 0401 564 669. – Johnny-B.

“Hello?”
“Hey man”
“Who’s this?”
“Hanz”
“Oh hey man, sup? When did you get back?”
“Couple of days ago man”
“You seen anyone yet?”
“Yeah Robo and Conrad”
“Ohh mad, mad – what you doing now?”
“Just walking the city man it’s so fucking boring”
“Come to Jareno’s, Miguel’s there, I’ll meet you in 5”
“Aight”

12:10 AM

He wasn’t the type to walk. Hanz was the only one in the group who really needed to watch his style. Designing men’s underwear was one thing, but wearing slippers in winter was not. Luckily when he came back from Indo he had learnt at least to wear shoes when it rains.

He stepped back from the sidewalk and flagged down a cab

“Where to?”
“Jareno’s”
“Jareno’s? It’s only 5 blocks walk from here, and the traffic is terrible”

He pulled out a hundred-dollar note and flicked it in the cab

“You want to let me in or what?”
“Yes Sir!”

With that he jumped in the front seat, and took the bill he threw in. He wondered if any of the guys had heard about him and Yunita. She was his girlfriend, it started out long distance, and everyone laughed at him because they thought it wouldn’t work out. Some people still laugh at him.

12:26 AM

“We’re here, $8”

He threw a ten-dollar bill through the window when he got out

“Keep the change”

He looked at the queue in front of Jareno’s. It was not even close to Lil’ Tokyo’s but respectable, after all it wasn’t a nightclub, it was a café.
He smiled to the couple on the right, who were the next in line, and just walked through to the seating area.

“Hey! You can’t do that”
“Nar man, im VIP”
“What the hell!”
“Hey look, the bar is free, why not go there”

He made a shuffle action with his fingers that simply meant “money”.
He took the stairs up which where the Rich people would sit. It was also the room when everyone would gather on Wednesday’s around the big round table. The section was closed on Wednesdays too. Strictly private. Even he didn’t know what they did on Fridays. But he knew it must be something illegal.

How could it be a co-incidence? – all five of us making money easier then shitting he thought. Even his company in Indonesia started off by a ‘goodbye’ present from Jamaul. He didn’t open it until he got to Indonesia – and cashed it in the bank after he did.

“Miguel”
“Hey man wussup”
“Just gonna meet Johnny-B you seen him?”
“Yeah he’s parking downstairs, you want something to drink?”
“Alright, just give me something nice yeh?”
“Haha no worries, just sit back”

“Hanz you bitch”
“Haha JB man, long time no see”
“I reckon man”
“What you been up to these days?”
“I just sit back at watch the money come in”
“Come in?”
“Yeah come in haha, you coming on Wednesday yeh?”
“Yeh”
“Yeh I’ll show you then”
“Ahhh alrite”
“So how’s Yunita?”
“Oh so you know …”

Catching up on old times he wondered what they were doing on Wednesdays. Whatever it is, he wanted in. Not so much to be or do something bad, but to be part of the group. Even if it was illegal. He couldn’t think of what it would be, the only thing he saw which might have been were the CD’s given to Robo by Jamaul. Even then it wasn’t enough to prove anything, after all. They were only CDs.
Just music CD’s.

1:24 AM

“You tired yet?”
“Nar man of cause not”
“I’m going to see Jayree, wanna come?”
“Yeh alright”

“Miguel, I’ll see you on Wednesday”
“Aight later boyz”

He made his way down the stairs following JB around the corner, he headed down to the car park.

“Let me guess, the TT right?”
“Haha hell yer”

It was a black TT with a hardtop, JB’s favorite car, and now it was his. It was mainly stock, but a little adjustments were made under the hood. He sat in the front seat and watched the car boost from 0-100 just to the car park entrance.

“Crazy cunt”
“Haha with a car like this, what do you want me to do”

JB edged it slowly out of the driveway, and headed off south of the city.

“We’re going down to the shipping docks?”
“Yeah close, I’ll show you.”

JB turned into a street with a large showcase of furniture. It must be some kind of show room. The place looked great, classy and futuristic, but he had no idea why JB had taken him here. It was a furniture shop, it’s not like they were getting married and had to look at a baby bed for the kid. Taking a sharp left JB parked opposite Jayree’s merc.

“We’re here”
“I didn’t know you like furniture man”
“Haha it was Jayree’s idea”
“He’s got problems man”
“I know”

“JB sup”
“Hanz is here man”
“Serious, where”
“Here man”
“Long time no see man”
“I reckon”

Footsteps echoed at the back of the warehouse.

“Who’s here?”

It was Meng.

“Hanz and JB”
“Ohhh whats up”

He was anxious to ask a whole bunch of questions because he had no idea what all of them were doing in the furniture business.
“Can someone explain this to me”

He asked scratching his head.
Meng approached him and put his arm around his shoulder.

“We’ll first I’ll show you a problem I got with one of my sofas”
“haha, alright then”

He was led to a very nice piece of furniture, it was wooden, spacious, it had a very modern designing to it, with curves and wavy patters on the couch itself.

“Have a seat”

He took a seat, felt the fabric, put a foot up on the armrest, basically laid in it.
It was comfy, there wasn’t any… loose ends of it. The price tag wasn’t hefty, three grand. But it really was a piece of work.

“It’s good man what’s the problem.”
“Look under the seat. You see the zip?”

He unzipped the zip.

“… Your fucking nuts”

It was white, beneath the plastic. White. He didn’t even have to guess he knew it was drugs. He thought to himself, if he wanted in. he would have to take extra precaution.

“Now my problem is I have to pass the freight weight, because all these sofas are to be exported overseas, of cause by private buyers”

He thought for awhile, looking at the couch.

“Your couch uses wood, the wood is thick, it’s not hollow, if you replace the armrest with hollow wood and fiber glass inside to reinforce the strength, it should weigh lighter”

~ clap clap ~

Jayree spoke up

“Hanz I always thought you were a dumb ass but now I gotta give it to you, having a designer isn’t so bad, even if it is underwear”

~ screech… ~

“You expecting more visitors Jayree?”
“Nah man”
“Then what the fuck is that, get down”

Meng pulled out a pistol, from the looks of it, beretta.

The car was black, It was an Aston Martin, he’d never seen an Aston Martin in Australia before.

“Oh fuck it’s only Jamaul”
“Haha did I scare you Meng”
“Nah man have you even got your license you drive like a dickhead…”

Part 4 – Johnny B (JB)

2:00 AM

He went to shake his hand, he hadn’t seen him for awhile. Must have laid low for some reason, I guess he’ll explain it now, JB thought to himself.

~ laughter ~

“Where you been bro”
“Haha around man around, it’s all good”
“How come no one can find you these days?”
“I took a vacation”
“Vacation?”
“Yeah bro”

He didn’t know why Jamaul hadn’t told anyone about his ‘vacation’. Jamaul seemed happy though, which was all he really wanted him to be. He thought about himself, and Ashantai, wondering why she hasn’t phoned him lately, when his phone went off.

~ beep beep ~

“Who’s message?”
“I think it’s mine”
“Mine”
“Mine ya fags”

He flipped out his phone from the inside pocket of his jacket, it was an SMS text message from Ashantai, it was always amazing how he always thinks of people, and they happen to contact him with in the few minutes. With a smile on his face, he read the message.

Hey baby, sorry I haven’t been in contact lately, been really busy. What you up to? At Jareno’s again? When can I meet your friends? You always tell me about them but I’ve never been introduced, call me when you get home

Now wasn’t the time to reply. He had catching up to do.
So he’d figured that he would call when he gets back to his place.

2:30 AM

Jayree stood up on one of the boxes.

“Boyz let’s call it a night”

Everyone agreed since the travelling was wearing them down.
He hopped back in the TT.

“Oi Hanz you want a lift?”
“Yeah thanks man”

Hanz hopped in the other side. JB was the first out, since Jayree had to lock up the warehouse.
He drove back into town, just thinking about getting home, a nice rest.

“So where you staying?”
“My company booked me in Ritz”
“Ritz Carlton? Nice… penthouse?”
“Of cause man”

It was 2:50 AM when they pulled up at the Ritz.

“Thanks for the lift”
“Anytime man, call me whenever you wanna meet up”
“Aight”
“Remember you got to think twice now when you talk to a ‘stranger”.
“Yeh I know”

He watched him walk through the door. It was alright, they wouldn’t track on to him so fast. He drove off back to his place.
It wasn’t in the city, but it was near the city. About the minutes drive north. He rather a place nice and quiet, with views, then an ‘elevator’ trip away from ‘night life’.

3:12 AM

Pulled up into his driveway. It was a cozy place, not to big. Spanish white – the house that is. Heated pool and indoor/outdoor sauna. The guys would all gather at his place for BBQ’s or large meetings, which would be too obvious if held in Jareno’s.

He walked in, the answering machine flashed twice, two messages.

~ clap clap ~

Motion sensing lights meaning the lights turned on, he pressed play on the machine and walked into the kitchen for a drink.

Message 1 from Jamaul at 11PM

Good morning man, It’s me, just calling to say I’m dropping by Jayree’s tonight see whats happening. Into your girlfriend today, she was passing Jareno’s around 7 or something? I think I can’t remember. Anyhow seeya soon

Message 2 from Hanz at 3:00AM

Hey man I think your phone ran out of battery? So I called your home. Oh yeah you won’t believe how lucky I am, one of Conrad’s dancers – Kate, shes hot man she left me a message at the hotel, I think I’m getting lucky haha! Bye man

He drunk the milk, it was milk and vodka. Alcohol was present everywhere around the house, it was hard to miss.

Kate… he thought to himself. Who the hell is Kate? Ohh that chick Jayree was meeting. That’s right. I’ve never actually seen her come to it. But what is she doing with Hanz? Maybe for the money.

He looked at his phone.

Three bars, I have three bars, how can I be out of battery. Hanz must still be a bit ‘not right’ up in his head.

~ ring ring ~

“What the fuck!”

He startled and dropped his phone. Anyone would, he wasn’t expecting a call this time of night, or day if you want to call it.
“Who the fuck wants to call at this hour”
“Calm down faggot”
“Oh Robo - yeh whats up?”
“You here about that Kate girl?”
“Yeh just then, Hanz left me a message”
“She’s dangerous man”
“What you mean dangerous”
“She moved on Lil’ Tokyo first, then she got Jayree in a wrap”
“Fuck Hanz, gotta go Robo”
“Aight just letting you know”
“Thanks”

He put his jacket back on, and took a black case in the car with him. He put the black case on the backseat.

“Fuckin bitch”

He drove off with his lights off, and neons on.
He decided he should call Jamaul since he lived closer he could get there faster

0410 526 285 – Jamaul

~ ring ring ~

“Yo”
“Oi Jamaul”
“Sup?”
“Got trouble man, Hanz”
“the hell? Its 3:30 AM bro”
“Yeh I’m on my way, Ritz, penthouse – girl called Kate”
“I’m there – don’t forget the cameras”
“Aight”

3:46

He pulled up in the disabled parking, it was the closest to the door, no one would park in disabled who were really disabled at this hour anyway.
With the lights off, he reached for his black case.

~ click ~

It was a desert eagle. Black, and sleek. Most of the guy’s used these models. It did the job great, although loud sometimes. He put it the inner left pocket of his jacket, since he shot with his right arm.
Approaching the lady at the desk…

“Hi, I’m looking for a resident Mr. Hanz he left something in my car, I’d like to return it”
“Hanz, yep he’s room 4 on the top floor”
“Thank you miss”

Walking very steadily to the door he pressed “32”. It was the top floor.

~ ding ~

the doors opened, he walked to the 4th door and knocked on.

Jamaul answered the door

“We’re too late”
“Too late?”

He looked at the time.

“What you mean too late? I thought they’d be having sex by now”
“It’s hard to have sex when he’s not here bro”
“Huh? But I dropped him here”
“I’ll show you something”

Jamaul took him on to the balcony.

“You see that?”
“You mean the ladder?”
“Yeah”
“He examined the ladder, yeh it just goes up to the roof”
“He went on the roof”
“Why would he go on the roof”

Jamaul sat back down on the sofa.

“I brought my gun, I usually shoot things, but I didn’t tonight, you know why?”
“No? You always shoot shit”
“Would you really wanna shoot at CIA?”
“CIA?”
“They had him tracked since he got off the fucking plane”
“The fuck? What now?”
“We got to tell Jayree”

~ ring ring ~

“Jayree”
“Yeah whats up JB”
“Kate man she’s a setup”
“Set up? What do you mean”
“She’s fucking CIA they took Hanz via a chopper”
“…”
“Look we’ll meet up at Jareno’s aight, sort it out”
“Aight I’ll call Robo”

He panicked for a second. Then thought for a minute.
Jamaul walked up…

“This ain’t good bro”
“I know man”
“I’ll clear the room up, sign him out, meet you down at Jareno’s”
“Aight man, thanks”
“It’s cool, don’t get a speeding ticket you psycho cunt”
“No worries bro”

With that, he walked through the door and headed towards the elevators. He couldn’t believe Hanz was being tracked ever since he stepped out the plane.

“This is gonna be some hectic shit bro”

He said to himself, as he walked out of the Ritz.
Jamaul – Part Five

He looked at the documents on the table. Looking for leads any of them. They were all just miscellaneous papers from the hotel, complementary ones. He reached into his pocket, picked out his memory. The lighter had been with him for years. It was what he had left of her.

~ flick ~

It was lit, burning.

“Don’t need this shit”

He burnt the documents and the side of table by accident.

“Fuck!”

He kicked the flame out, remembering he had to pay for Hanz if any damage was done to the room. All done! he thought to himself. He picked up his gun from the couch and walked out of the room.

He smiled at the lady at the counter,

“Miss my friend is sick, I will sign out from him instead”
“Sorry sir, I can’t It must be done by the guest”
“Miss please understand”
“Your going to have to do better then that”
“Really”

He reached for his wallet, flipped through the notes and pulled out three one hundred-dollar bills and flipped it on the table.

“How about this?”
“… Thank you for coming sir”
“Put it on this card”
“Yes sir”
“That’s what I thought”

He walked to the doors of the Ritz,

“My car boyz”
“Yes sir”

A man got out unwillingly from his car.

“Sir I must admit you got a nice piece of work here”
“Haha”

Jumping into the car, he threw twenty-dollars to the bellboy.

“Start saving now”

With the foot on the accelerator the car dashed off the Jareno’s. The bellboy just saw a blur of black shadow. It was like that.

4:12 AM

Jareno’s. It was closed. The backdoor wasn’t though. Walking through the backdoor he got a phone call.
~ ring ring ~

“Jamual speaking”
“Good, listen up”
“Who the…?”
“I have your friend, Hanz”
“Yeh, he’s a sickcunt ei”
“Quit the fucking shit”
“…”
“If you want your friend, rendezvous at South Syd Warehouse 5, 9:00 PM tomorrow, oh and bring your friends too”
“It’s a date faggot”

The line was dead, the threat had been made. But it didn’t make sense, why would the CIA hold someone ransom? With the suspect they could easily crush their operation… it didn’t make sense. He thought for a moment, about Kate. When it hit him…

~ knock knock ~

“Who is it?”
“Robo it’s me bro”
“Aight hang on”

~ unlock ~

Everyone was here, Meng, Eddie, Jospeh, Jayree, JB, Robo, Miguel, Conrad and myself. It was a nine-man team. He began to explain…

“Here’s the deal, CIA are not a setup, they are in the fucking business”

Conrad spoke up

“In the business? That’s bullshit! Why the fuck would CIA be in the business”
“Same reason we are”

He took a second.

“To make money, think about it.”

He watched everyone look away, but understand. It was clear to them now, but they didn’t know how many men the CIA had, easier access to weapons, it was going to be hard way to force out of this one.

“I’ve told you the deal, now I’m gonna tell you the plan”…

4:30

Jayree spoke first.

“So your telling me, we gotta go down now, to the warehouse now?”
“We got to set it up man, that’s the only chance we got, wire the place up, fuse it, you name it”
“Hectic bro”

He decided to split into two groups. One for the weapons and one to wire up the house, it was logical that way. There were a few good men who could easily hook us up with weapons.

“Eddie, you still got your friend working at that weapon store?”
“Yeah man”
“Hook us up?”
“No problem”
“Conrad grab the guns from the shelf and load it up in the back of Robo’s jeep”
“JB, Jayree you still remember your chemistry?”
“Yeah the teacher was a fuckhead but”
“Haha, you still know how to do them explosives?”
“Haha, you bet.”

JB stood up

“At the bottom of my house there is four boxes wired with C4, detonated by remote, that could come in handy, I need boyz to help me carry it but”

Jayree scratched his head.

“What the fuck cunt?, sure you’ll blow up the whole fucking street with that shit”
“Yeah well If I’m gonna die I mayswell takes some people with me”
“Oh yeh, tru that”

4:45 AM

He gave everyone simcards, just incase they were tapped.

“Alright boyz, dispatch. Meet up at the warehouse at 5:40 the latest”

He jumped in with Eddie and Meng. Jospeh rode off with Conrad and Robo, while Jayree, JB and Miguel headed off to JB’s place.
It was set, this would have to be the craziest thing they have ever done. Never had they used all the firepower they had, but against Cops, who’ve turned bad ass, he guessed we’d need it.

5:00 AM

… It was dark, but you could still see, the alley was slightly dimmed by the lights above.

“He said in here right?”

Eddie’s friend had directed him to the back of the alley, he said it was the latest ‘stock’ he had.

~ creek ~

the door opened, Meng flipped the switch. It was a black cloth, over crates and crates. He threw the cloth off the crate. They were re-labeled probably by the owner of the shop.

“Holy shit man, these are smuggled from NATO, it’s all military shit”
“Give me a hand with one of the crates”

~ boom ~ the lid of the crate fell on the dusty floor.

He pulled out one of the guns,

“Submachine gun, fully automatic MP6K, with detach laser, and hand grenade”

The box below each gun was ammo. Enough ammo to last a hunter for his lift.

Meng tapped Eddie on the shoulder.

“Tell Joseph to back the car up”

They all began loading the car, making sure the ammunition was placed in the car first. There were only nine of us, so no point in taking too many guns. Each person would carry what he could take. The whole operation was a militia, and we had the advantage.

“It’s done!”

Eddie tapped the back of the window, and Jospeh pulled out

5:38 AM

“Haha looks like we’re on time”

They popped the boot and watched the others walk up to the car.

Robo looked inside…

“Fuck what did you guys steal man”

Eddie laughed.

“We’re borrowing”

He looked at JB, having a cigarette, looked like they been here for awhile.

“How long you boyz been here for?”
“Look inside the warehouse”

He pulled open the door of the warehouse and shone his mobile light in.

“I don’t see it?”

JB pushed the detonator button. It would beep twice, the second press would mean it explodes.
He peeped inside again, there were red lights flashing everywhere, all the loose ends of the warehouse, up on the sniper porches, or any place were the fuckers could hide.

“Bro this is gonna be an early Christmas”

JB smiled. “I told you it was gonna be hectic”

Miguel stood on the box

“We’ve got grenades in here from Conrad’s joint”
“Aight”

He clapped twice.

“Alright boyz, I reckon we gotta get some rest. Wake up in the morning, and get here by 9 tomorrow night, how does that sound?”

They all nodded.

“Jareno’s at 8, for some final plans, don’t be late.”
Finale – Part 6

8:00 PM

Everyone was there, on the dot, even 10 minutes before schedule, no one was 10 minutes before schedule, especially not this group of people. It was surprising Jayree even remembered the whole thing, well I guess it’s possible since it effected his wealth.

Conrad spoke up first, everyone was relaxed, not nervous. It’s like they wanted to shoot up.

“You all have your own gun’s on you yeh?”

“Yeh”, Roborex opened his jacket, double M2F8’s. Pretty sight.

Jamaul lit one of those Cuban cigar’s,

“Guys, I know we got everything planned but there’s still a chance it will fuck up”

Johnny-B smiled

“Always man”

~ screecccch ~

A black van pulled up at Jareno’s, Miguel was driving. This would be our vehicle for our little covert operation tonight. The windows were tinted illegally, meaning you couldn’t see your own mother if you looked directly into the glass. The truck was bulletproof, including the windscreens. It was an armadillo more or less.

Meng tipped his cap, picked up his desert eagle and placed it in his jacket pocket.

“Let’s go”

They were all dressed in black, uniform. They had to look good to see clients, it was very business like especially if one of us, were in hostage. Filling up the van, we loaded the box of grenades last. This was all back up.

It was a fair trip to the place, most of us were silent. Wondering. Life or Death
But that wasn’t the point. They all had to focus to get the job done. No slip ups can be allowed.

Some of them were sighing, heads down, unfocused, didn’t know what was going to hit them.

“Miguel”, Jamaul spoke up and broke the silence.

“Yeh sup”

“Put on some music, these cunt’s are getting shaky”

“Aight bro hang”

~ boom boom ~

the bass hit van like a shock wave, it was good, get the blood running in the distressed vain, if anyone had any.

“Incoming guys”
8:57 PM

They were there, it was cold outside, maybe 7 degrees if they were lucky, Jayree tapped JB on the shoulder

“You got the remote?”

“Yeh right here”

Jayree let out a snicker, it was a sinister laugh. But appropriate.

“Common guys don’t wanna keep the guest waiting”

Jospeh was the first person out, the guns could not be seen, since everyone had them under the coat. Maybe it was obvious but it was the only way to go. They entered the warehouse.

“Evening”

“argh WTF is with the lights cunt”

Jamaul covered his eyes they were high beam. He couldn’t see them, but it was definitely a woman speaking.

“Lights”

There were five trucks. At least thirty men, she was the only woman. She was wearing a mask. Since she was the closest person in front they inspected her first.

Roborex shouted out to the guys

“Deymn man, she ain’t bad for a gangster bitch ei”

Conrad laughed

“I want to fuck with her hard”

~ ssshi ~

Hanz was beaten badly, tied up and brought out in front of the group.
She pointed the gun to his head.

“You still want to fuck with me?”

….

Everyone was silent, Hanz was thrown back into one of the trucks.

She spoke with a comical tone.

“By the way, we’re not holding this trade in this warehouse, we’re going to number 3”

“What?” JB was almost shouting.

“You didn’t think we’re that stupid did you, get in the truck if you want him alive”

They loaded in one of the trucks, unwillingly of cause.

~ screech ~

the truck pulled up, they were free to walk around.

“Why here?”

Jamaul was confused.

“Because here is where we will arrest you, actually – kill you in a gun fight”

JB was shaking up about to crack the guy over the head

“Your fucking smart ei, so this whole thing was a set up?”

“What do you think”

We still had all our handguns in our jackets, they didn’t check that, only left the machine guns back at the other warehouse.

JB reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out his gun, it looked as though he was itching himself.

“… to be honest, I think”

Jamaul looked at JB, then looked at the guard

Da signaled the rest of them to get ready, and go check on Hanz.

Jamaul laughed at the guard

“I think you’re fucked”

~ bam ~

Meng threw a flash grenade that landed at the foot of the other truck of men.

“GO CUNTS GO GO GO”

We were split up in the directions we ran. There were three opposing forces. 1 truck, about five men on the roof top, and ten scattered around the place after the grenade was thrown.
JB went for Hanz alone – since it was more discreet that way. Jamaul ran with Da to flank the right side of the truck, while Meng and Jospeh climbed the ladder on the left side to get to the top. Robo, Conrad went with Miguel to cover him while he drove back to get the rest of the armaments we didn’t bring.

JB’s perspective (this is JB talking)

“HANZ where are you”

“Ugggh”

The voice came from the far side of the empty truck. I think its Hanz, who else would scream like a girl.

“I swear man grow some balls, I’m not your mum ya know, can’t you just say my name”

“JOHNNY-B HELPPPPPPPPPPPP”

“…douma doesn’t this guy get it”
JB walked over to where Hanz was sitting tied up in a chair. Your everyday kidnap scenario. He thought the CIA, being the most “respected” government agent to have thought of something a little more spine tingling.

And there it was. The back of the chair was taped around a movement sensor bomb.

“Shit man how am I gonna get you out of this one?”
“I dunno man just think of something, I have so many ideas for my underwear company!”
“I thought all this drama would give you some kind of a jolt for your dick”

A female voice echoed from the back of the room

“I’ve jolted your dick”
“The fuck?.. … Ashantai?. The fuck you doing here?”

Hanz would scratch his head right now if he could.

“You guys know each other?”
“Do we know each other?, she’s my goddamn girlfriend!”
“Bro so much for your luck ei”
“…”

JB went to face up to Ashantai, didn’t know what to do, or say. He didn’t understand, that some people had two sides, (three if you count the side for Hans) then one.

“I don’t get it, how did you do all this?”