CS: Blood Lines (Cont IV)
Reno nodded and puffed on his cigarette, I know what you mean.
May I ask where we are headed.
The car engine flared and the four pulled out of the driveway as Reno blew the smoke out his window. You may. Were going out to do a little business and to kill another bird with our same stone, test you out. Reno glanced over his shoulder to see Maxs reaction, it was stoic as always. Anyway. The only syndicate that we can crumble right now are the Eights. The Cubans are really small, but theyre like rats. They move in and out of the shadows and the sewers and you cant see what theyre doing until its too late. The Eights, however, theyve got a huge operation. Of course, its all disorganized cuz they dont know jack shit about how to run things properly. Anyway, theyre also heavy into pride and they get themselves in over their heads, challenging us and shit, like these are the feudal days or some crap. Anyway, the point of the matter is that the Eights lost their last little gang war challenge. Of course, the agreement was that they pull their drug peddlers off a few of our streets.
But they wont.
No. Not unless we make em, as it is our right. You see, we families all hate each other, but we dont want to run an all our war no matter what we threaten. The Eights made the deal and it was set, so if we kill their people, they wont get any other gang backin them. Theyre alone on this. So what I want you, and Bobby there, to do, is to make sure that we get the results we asked for.
Are they armed?
Of course theyre fuckin armed. Why? That a big problem? Were not gonna send you in there without some heat of your own, dont worry.
And the police dont care about this?
The house that they make the deals from is in a shithole of a neighborhood. Cops hate it, they dont show their faces. Secondly, were cleaning the scum off the streets, thirdly, if push comes to shove weve got wads of cash to bribe em. This isnt their business. You send a criminal to deal with a criminal. Cops dont get that. Cops dont understand why the system doesnt work. Its because theyre sending men who have been following rules against a group whose learned how to dodge the rules they follow. Unless you can think around the rules, then youre fucked in this biz. Reno handed Max a second clip. Thats all you get and all youll need. Bobby will wait out back for any runners and well wait out front for you.
How many in the house?
Six maybe eight. Who the fuck knows. These niggers hang in packs like you wouldnt believe, Reno puffed, rolling down his window and hurling it out into the street.
The car turned off the main streets and began to wind its way through the slums of the city. Houses were crammed together here, tightening around each other as if they were coming to the end of the noose. Clothes hung from balconies, children ran from the street as the cars passed through all they had for a playground. This was the shithole of life and Max couldnt believe there were places like this that still existed. He had fought for years to save people from this poverty-stricken life and the ideals were supposed to have eventually been reached, but it didnt work. Why?
Reno stared out the window, Look at these fucks. Its something about the poor. They have no god damn money to feed themselves but theyve got forty fuckin kids that will grow up to plague the system with the same diseases that weve been trying to get rid of, suck the money out of the welfare system where deserving people try to fight their way back up in the world. These people deserve to die in filth and be buried in the shallow dirt whereever they can find a spot, so god damn selfish. Thinking only about fuckin and eatin and cryin about their problems. Reno held the car up for a moment, rolling down the window and hurling a small wad of cash to a kid on the sidewalk. Hide that from your parents kid and DONT let them take it from you! He waved the car on.
Hell give it to his parents, you know.
You can think that. But maybe Ill find the right kid one day, huh? The car continued to roll through the streets, the sun rising up over the multistory apartments filled with the sounds of loud TVs, screams, children crying, vaccuums, the sounds of everyday life. All the windows were open and the temperature was rising steadily as the car turned a corner and slid to a halt outside a rundown two-story house. The sides were white and the windows were broken. Boards covered the front door, though a few of them hung loose as if they were only there to look as if the house was abandoned. Movement crossed through the upper window, but Max could tell they hadnt been noticed. There was always a frantic calm around someone who had been discovered doing something that he would be punished forhe didnt get that feeling about this house.