Shawty Wanna Thug

It was about time the rain subsided. It had been raining non-stop for what had felt like an eternity, but now only a slight mist remained. Being cooped up inside watching TV for four days had been no fun. The day job runs slow when the junkies don't want to come out from under the overpass to get wet... both literally and in the way Marcus liked. He knew his get-rich-quick scheme was a long shot... but hey, high risk meant even higher gain. Lacing his coke with flour was hella risky. He wasn't too concerned about the customers getting mad, hell, they would probably never find out. It was his superiors from back home who he would hear the heat from. It was strange how the Bandanistas operated. Marcus always thought their code of honor was bizarre. It didn't really make sense how you could kill a man with a wife and kids, but you were executed if you were found messing with the product. "Respect for the streets my ass," Manuel muttered under his breath as he placed an order for 500 pounds of flour to be delivered at Oscar's. The plan was to have Oscar take the fall... but now that Marcus knew of his connections with Dominic Roberto Machelli, that was gonna be a lot harder. Machelli's standing in the Colombian community was high... much higher than his own.

All Oscar would have to do is keep his mouth shut and they would be alright. Marcus wanted to get out of the apartment and think about how this would, could, ever possibly happen. He went to the ninth floor to collect "insurance" and saw a guy he knew only as Kevin leaving apartment 981 looking over his shoulder. Something was up... but had way too much on his plate to be concerning himself with such trivial pursuits. Plus he had no problem with Kevin... and his Colombian upbringing had taught him to stay out of other people's shit, unless you wanted it as your own. Some chick was crying... seemed like bad news.

Marcus Manuel need to take a drive. He entered the car and slammed the steering wheel in disgust. His usually calm demeanor was interrupted with a flash of fear. If he didn't get the job done, Oscar would have his head... and if he did and his cartel found out... Oscar would be like a sunny day in the park compared to that. He turned on the car and the subs boomed.

The rain began to pick up again. "Fan-fucking-tastic," Marcus muttered to himself as he turned on the windshield wipers and pulled out of the parking lot. This much was clear: the Cadillac Escalade was driving into what was quite the ambiguous future.