Los Angeles, Chicago, California

Daeshawn had gotten on the airplane hours ago. Rayquan sat next to him. It was actually first class something new to Daeshawn who had only ridden on a plane once in his lifetime that wasn't nearly as classy as what he was doing now. He put his headphones in and began listening to music. He wasn't listening to his own stuff because he wasn't bred that way. He relaxed and jammed out while Rayquan sat next to him.


Rayquan tapped him on the shoulder. "Stupid ass rules I can't bring no herb on the fucking plane." Daeshawn looked at Rayquan who started laughing. Daeshawn smirked a grin at him and went looked down at his ipod pausing the song. "Nigga I mean it I need my self some herb." Daeshawn rolled his eyes and went back to his song. Rayquan pouted and started to listen to his own music now.


Daeshawn eyes grew heavy and he began to doze off into sleep. He was sitting on the corner with Rayquan the leader of a clique he was a part of. "Aye yo nigga We going to go pick up this heat right quick? Demarcus running his ashy ass lips bout my homie." Rayquan said looking at Daeshawn who saw him speaking to Kendrick another gang member who smiled and pulled something out of his pocket. Daeshawn looked at intently realizing what it was nearly instantly.

"I already picked up this heat Ray, lets take care of this fool real quick. I got you a piece to homie." Kendrick handed Rayquan a .357. Rayquan picked it up and a guy pulled up on them. It was a friend Daeshawn noticed and looked toward Rayquan who already got in the passenger seat. Kendrick got in the back. "Hey fool get back here, we trying to creep on Demarcus." Daeshawn looked at him and got in the back. They began to drive down the street.


"Hey Ray it's that fool Demarcus." Rayquan looked at driver who said that to him after they had driven maybe two blocks. Rayquan wasn't on the right side to to do anything toward Demarcus. Kendrick was though. Kendrick pulled out his .45 colt and looked at him. "Ken be careful dog." The Driver and said and Kendrick got out of the car.

Daeshawn was staring at Kendrick. "Hey Marcus you running your mother fucking mouth. Try opening that shit with lead in it." Kendrick said this as he pulled out his gun and Shot at Demarcus who pulled out his own gun. In the seconds that Kendrick fired on him the car was filled with cheer except Daeshawn who saw at the corner of his eye a guy down the street running at them.

Daeshawn looked at Kendrick and screamed. "Kendrick get in the fucking car. GET IN THE FUCKING CAR NIGGA!" Kendrick looked at him and ran toward the car but got shot in the neck, falling down screaming in pain but firing bullets as he lay on the ground dying. Daeshawn looked at Rayquan and the driver the car was beating shot at. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Daeshawn roared.


Daeshawn woke up on the plane jumping in fright. Rayquan grabbed him by the shoulder and looked at him. "It's okay homie we just on the plane." Daeshawn looked at him with horror. "Hell we landing right now bro." He was in finally in LA.

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.