Skittles snapped his fingers and Orlando followed him out the back. He had just heard that Fiz was in Bushwick, only a few blocks away. Fiz had had a neon bulls-eye on his back since he testified against Demetrius, and everyone knew they could not let him leave Brooklyn alive.
“Yo what the hell's he doin' here anyway?” Orlando asked aloud, either to Skittles or himself. “Mothafucka knows he gonna get dropped as soon as he comes up around here. That price y'all put on his head... even little school-kids gonna call out if they see him.”
“I'll drive, you start callin everyone,” Skittles ordered as he got into the driver's seat. The whole thing seemed off to him too. It did not make any sense for Fiz to be eating at Tony's, so close to his old spot; Tony's is not even that good. After a couple of minutes, they pulled up behind Cue's car, about half a block from Tony's.
As Orlando and Skittles got out of the car, the others approached with the SUV's height hiding everyone from view. “Aight, Jay and ET on their way. Holiday aint answer, so I texted him. Whatever, he get her or he don't,” Orlando explained to the half-listening group.
“Don't make a damn lick of sense for that boy to be out here,” breathed Terrell in between puffs of his cigar. “I been in this game a minute and aint never seen nobody that foolish.”
“And who the fuck he with?” asked L-Dog with his hand on his gun. “I never seen them before. You think they law? Shit, probably got law all around here waiting for us to step.”
Skittles wanted to call everyone back and just have someone follow him, but he knew that was not an option. Jay and ET pulled in behind the SUV, and it was time to act. Skittles and the whole gang's reputation was on the line.
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