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Winchester, only his smile was wicked. He told the hype what he needed to do then sent him out the back door. Winchester grabbed his pistol and carefully peeked out the window into the night. He saw the vehicle sitting but couldn’t make out who occupied it. Nevertheless, whoever was in the Oldsmobile was about to be taken out the easiest way possible. Winchester smiled and left his post for a moment as he hurried to fix a bag of microwavable popcorn.
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    Baby G noticed the female walking toward their car. She was dark-skinned and attractive, but the young men in the car could tell that her better days were behind her. Her clothes were tattered and soiled. She scratched and twitched and they knew what she was looking for.
    “Hurry up and get rid of her ass,” Anthony told Baby G as he kept watch on the house.
    The woman leaned on the car and asked, “Y’all holdin’? I need a hit bad.”
    Baby G answered, “We ain’t got shit. Go somewhere else.”
    The woman leaned further inside the car looking at Anthony saying, “Come on baby. Police done rolled through and rushed all the corners and hauled er’body off. I ain’t tryin’ to cross eight mile to get a bump.”
    Baby G mugged the woman. Pushing her by her face out of the car. She had leaned too far inside.
    She spat, “Muthafucka, fuck you bitches!”
    “Ho, I’ll fuck you up!” the quick-tempered Baby G yelled as he grabbed the butt of his pistol.
    Anthony grabbed his arm. G calmed down and threw a ten at the woman yelling, “Here, now get.”
    The woman picked up the money and moseyed away happily.
    “That’s why we ain’t seen shit goin’ on. The police done rolled through. That’s why his boys ain’t been around,” Anthony said.
    “I guess. You see that shit. That bitch acted like she was about to take a swing at me.”
    “Let’s roll, this ain’t right. We’ll get his ass another time.”
    G started the car and before he could get it into gear two unmarked squad cars turned the corner and swooped in on them. One car came to a screeching halt blocking Baby G in. Anthony jumped out the car and attempted to run but was tackled on the only plush grass on the block by one of the Gang Unit cops. Mrs. Morgan looked outside her window at all the commotion. Anthony could see her standing in her picture window as a muscular brotha handcuffed him while one of the white officers kept his pistol pointed at him to make sure Anthony thought twice about resisting. Mrs. Morgan shook her head. Not at the way her grass had been ripped up during the tackling of Anthony but how she had seen too many young black males doing what she considered to be throwing their lives away.
    “Don’t do it! Get the fuck out the car. Raise your hands. Your motherfucking hands, let me see ’em!” a young Irish cop yelled. He had his shotgun pointed directly at the corn rowed head of Baby G. He was ready and wouldn’t hesitate to take the young black man’s life. Just like most of his partners who were dressed in all black tactical gear.
    The two officers were lifting a cuffed Anthony from the ground when he yelled, “G don’t do it.”
    G slowly raised his hands. He’d take his chances being judged by twelve rather than being carried by six. And with that he was snatched from the vehicle. Two cops slammed his torso onto the hood of the car while one cuffed him. They dragged a cuffed Anthony to the other side.
    Once both men were safely secure the officers began their search of the vehicle and that’s when Winchester strutted his fat ass out of his house. He had the bag of microwave popcorn in one hand and was reaching in with the other to pull out some more popped kernels to eat. He walked up as close as he could. As close as the police were letting the citizens who were watching the show. Anthony noticed him smiling.
    “Fuck you smiling at fat bitch, both them my guns,” Baby G yelled at him and then to the officers as they took the weapons out the