Character Setup: Anaya James - 9 Michelle Tyler - Anaya's Mother 29 Tremell "Reece" James - Anaya's father, 6th Sence Disciples' Vice Cheif 2nd in charge of the set - 28 Cornell "Gentry" Thomas - Anaya's Godfather, 6SD Cheif Set leader - 30 Special Agent in Charge Travis Gooch - Agent in Charge HN Agent Michael Di Piazza - Federal Agent Lt. Charles Lowe - HRU Commander ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- December 15, 2002 "Shut the fuck up...put yo fuckin lips together and shut the fuck up you Dick ass nigga... you muthafuckas ain't concerned with my safety... hell nawe... give me a fuckin reason." Agent Michael Di Piazza took a sigh and with no further hesitation told the man on the other line that he would call him right back. "Don't do nothin stupid in there... If you hurt that little girl I swear on my life..." Nothing but a desolate click ended the call.
SA Travis Gooch approached Di Piazza from behind and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What'd he say?" "He's not giving up, we may have to use..." Gooch interrupted. "No...I'm not taking any chances of hurting that little girl." He took in a deep breath while memories of his daughter flashed through his mind. "No." He uttered with much affection.
"Get that bitch ass muthafucka back on the phone 'D', I wanna talk to em'." A deep voice on the other end finally spoke into the phone. "What the fuck is it now?" "Someone wants to talk to you." "Who?" Agent Gooch spoke into the speakerphone. "How's the little girl?" "She aiight" Is she hungry, thirsty, cold?" "No fucker, she had a big breakfast." He laughed with a hint of murderous intent. "Why don't you let us bring y'all some food and blankets?" I don't want shit from y'all." Gooch snatched up a pen and notepad. "It's gotta be something you want because you don't just do this type of shit for fun you know?" He cleared his throat as if he had been previously crying. "I want the news crews to be backed the fuck up, I want some goddamned Burger King, and I want everybody to see me in hell." He laughed again and hung up. Minutes later he moved over to the picture window where everyone outside could see him.
Bracing the little girl in front of him, he elevated his gun aiming directly at the her head.
Lt. Charles Lowe from the Illinois State Police Hostage Rescue Unit knocked on the van door. "Excuse me, Sir, you might wanna take a look at this." "What is it?" "He's in the window holding a gun to the little girls head." Gooch and 'D' both ran out of the van instinctively pulled their weapons and emerged from behind the baracade both fearing what this lunatic would do next. "Nobody shoot!" "Damnit 'D' tell those fuckin troopers not to shoot or I'll have their ass on a platter for it. "Get him on the phone!" Lt. Lowe yelled across the lot in reply, "I did, he wont answer." "Shit!" "What is it?" "He's gonna kill her." A teardrop formed in his eye as he watched a father pull back the hammer of a .357 and aimed to kill another God given life.
"Move in." Gooch started to speak with much sorrow. His daughters face migrated through his imagination. He saw much of her in the little hostage warrior.
From where he stood he could see the little girl crying as if she knew her life was about be no more. Gooch lifted his glock slowly while counting on his fingers, a calming strategy he developed during marksman training. A shot fired, several more, then complete silence.
December 1, 2002 East St. Louis, IL 12:00 p.m.
"What up 'scipe' ?" "Not shit Gent, ready to get the fuck away from this shit." The two men shook hands maneuvering their fingers in various different ways.
Reece looked up at the tall dark figure standing in front of him and hugged him as if they hadn't seen one another in several years. "I heard you had Corrections on lock, is that the realness?" "Oh yeah, Hell yeah, I'm the Gent nigga of course." Gentry had been the cell block's weight lifting champ for the entire 2 years he spent in jail for a possession of narcotics with intent to distribute conviction. "What you liftin' now, three - four hundred pounds?" Gentry let out a laugh. "Nah, bout three seventyfive." Reece stared at him for another couple of minutes. "What's wrong?" "Nathan man - just happy to see you out Fam." "That's straight but what about some hoes?" Of course Gentry had a yearning for the feeling of real pussy since the only pussy he'd had in the past 28 months was from an imaginary cock named "Fe-Fe'.
"I see you risin' up in the world - Fam must be takin care of they second in charge huh?" "Yeah Gent, but shits different on these streets now...aint no more waring with them ole hook ass niggas and life's been good...I switched it up fam... s'all bout this confetti 'scipe." "I see... shit, you pushin' fuckin cadillac trucks and shit around to wherever the fuck you be goin'...y'all must really be on the money ." "Of course fam...This is our show." Reece put an arm around him then sped off toward the interstate.
Chicago, IL 3:16 p.m.
Gentry had slept the whole trip back to Chicago and hadn't budged from the spot in which he first laid. "Gent..wake yo sleepy ass up." He wiped his eyes and opened the SUV door. "This is the old buildin?" He looked at Reece in amazment. "This shit used to look like somebody opened fuckin Pandora's Box on this bitch, now it's like....what the fuck." "You like it?" "Like I like..." A young woman and her daughter approached the two men from the porch of the building causing Gentry to glare and forget what his previous sentence was getting at. "Who the fuck is that?" This is my girl...and my little girl... Michelle and Anaya." Michelle was a little taller than Reece standing at about five feet seven inches, caramel toned skin, a perfect body, grey eyes, and curly black hair. She was mixed with Puerto Rican and Black and had moved from the west side to the south side of chicago after giving birth to Anaya.
Her brothers had taken a decent liking of Reece after he proposed a peace treaty of war with a gang they were members of, not to mention that he was the primary source of heavy weight narcotics in the Chicago area.
She extended her hand in welcome, smiled, and "Nice to meet you" she said after clearing her throat. "Likewise." Reece knew the look he was giving Michelle and interrupted.
"Yeah... we gettin married on the fifteenth."