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         Joshua had been in the Gas station by the airport, buying a quick drink. He'd been tracking down this gang for months now, and he wouldn't give this chance up. He had to spend all of his money to get to LA, and he wouldn't leave without what he wanted. He vowed to get revenge, and that's what he'd do. For Cordelle, he thought that's what he wanted, he knew that's what he wanted.

He remembered the trip before he'd gotten to LA. He'd be talking to one of the gang leaders with two other people. "Aight, now this the shit we gon' do." He started. "Since lil dude over here did us a fava', we gonna be doin' him one. Now we all remember the guys that shot up Cordelle, right?" He said, looking at the three nodding their heads respectfully. "Well, we got a hold of one of their leaders, and he in LA right now. We gonna be talkin' to our gang here, and droppin' off lil dude." He said, nudging Joshua and patting his back. "When he's gone, we'll be gone. Simple as that. But y'all gotta be watchin' his ass so he don't get shot, aight?" He said, hearing the two of them reply with a strong "Yeh, aight." "Good, we bout to stop right here, let's get goin'."

He walked outside of the Gas station now, looking over at a person. He looked to bad to be a regular citizen, he had to be a gang member. He started to walk towards him, but then turned around, not realizing the man was looking at him now. He started to think, "What if that's one of them, huh? What if that's the same dude that shot up Cordelle?" He slowly placed his hand on the gun under his hoodie, gripping it tightly in anger. "Or what if that's one of us, eh? What if he's just lookin' out?" He slowly let go, and started walking downwards near the airport, not knowing that the gangster as well decided he wasn't trouble.