Jamal Meets with his Thugs

by Guest Tue Oct 28, 2008 3:25 pm

Soft light from nearby streetlamps provide the only light in the Dark Alley. A light rain falls on the figures huddled in a corner. These back ally's have become the base of operations for Jamal Fatz and his ghetto thugs. Jamal, crouching in the shadows, survey's his thugs surrounding him. He listens carefully to each of their reports, trying to discern the secret's they hide from him. The reports are good, everything is going according to plan. When the last report is given, Jamal pauses a minute, going over everything in his mind.

Fatz: Good, well done, all of yo'. Keep up da good work.

Jamal nods his approval to the thugs, who soak up the rare compliment.

Fatz: An' now, onto our final item of biz'ness. Jamal turns and addresses one of the thugs. Were we able to secure da property?

Thug 1: Oh yes boss, everything is taken care of, and perfectly legal too. Our legal adviser made sure this deal would hold up. And, just like you wanted, none of it can be traced back to you.

Jamal claps the thug on his shoulder: Very good, mos' excellent. He pauses a minute, considering his options. My friends, its time fo' stage 2, begin da construcshun as soon as possible, an' like always . . . abso'lutely nothin' is to be traced back to me.

The small assembly one by one dissolve into the night.