iggas out here is taking things for a joke."

Desmond's information made Roger boil inside. He thought of friends who were on the path of destruction due to political friction, the hell they endured. He considered them all fools, but still felt a twitch of pity for them, for they knew no better.

"Dezzie, stay clear of that corner. As long as he doesn't come around here with his shit, everything should be okay."

"Nah, Roger. It's time to take a stand. That nigga fucked South up, man. I'm going to check Errol," protested Desmond.

Roger could see the fire in his friend's eyes. Desmond was hurt by the infraction, he knew, but by going to Errol would be going against their previous castigation of politics. Furthermore, Errol had reached the status of Southside's most-wanted; the Laborites wanted his blood, along with the blood of his associates. Desmond would be making a dire mistake by going to Errol for assistance.

"Dezzie, think about what you are doing, rude boy," he said. "I think you should just chill out."

"I've made up my mind, Roger," flatly stated Desmond, rising to his feet. "I'm a see you later."

Roger watched his friend leave. He wanted to pursue the other boy, but decided not to, settling on waiting things out.

_____

A large cadre of Tel Aviv gang members stood in the center of Rosemary Lane. Everyone present held a firearm; the multitude was equipped for the daring mission that lied ahead. A reconnaissance informed the congregation that the Super Stud' were out on their corner. Now was time to move ahead with the plan.

Errol and Mark instructed everyone to move out. The two led the throng onto Laws Street moving for High Holborn four drags away.

At Gold Street Errol noticed Desmond, who stopped in his tracks when seeing the Tel Aviv gangsters.

"PNP!" shouted the group when seeing Desmond.

"Easy!" voiced Errol signaling for his crew to stand back.

The gang watched Desmond with anxious eyes.

"Dezzie, get off the streets," warned Errol. "We're burning Super Stud down tonight."

"I was coming to see you," said Des
iggas out here is taking things for a joke. " 

 Desmond's data do Roger boil inside. He think of ally who were on the path of destruction due to political clash, the hell they endured. He considered them all fool, but still felt a twitch of compassion for them, for they knew no better. 

 " Dezzie, persist clean of that corner. As long as he doesn't come around here with his shit, everything should be all right. " 

 " Nah, Roger. It's time to take a stand. That nigger fucked South up, man. I'm going to check Errol, " protested Desmond. 

 Roger could understand the fire in his friend's eyes. Desmond was hurt by the infraction, he know, but by going to Errol would be going against their previous castigation of politics. Furthermore, Errol had reached the status of Southside's about - desire; the Laborites wanted his blood, along with the blood of his associates. Desmond would be making a dire mistake by going to Errol for assistance. 

 " Dezzie, remember about what you are doing, rude son, " he suppose. " I think you should just chill out. " 

 " I've cook up my mind, Roger, " flatly stated Desmond, rising to his feet. " I'm a see you subsequently. " 

 Roger watched his friend leave. He wanted to pursue the other son, but decided not to, settling on waiting things out. 

 _ _ _ _ _ 

 A big cadre of Tel Aviv crowd member stood in the center of Rosemary Lane. Everyone present held a firearm; the multitude was equipped for the daring mission that dwell ahead. A reconnaissance informed the congregation that the Super Stud' were out on their corner. Now was prison term to move ahead with the design. 

 Errol and Mark instructed everyone to move out. The two led the throng onto Laws Street moving for High Holborn four dredge away. 

 At Gold Street Errol detect Desmond, who stopped in his track when seeing the Tel Aviv gangsters. 

 " PNP! " shouted the group when seeing Desmond. 

 " Easy! " voice Errol signaling for his crew to stand back. 

 The gang watched Desmond with anxious eyes. 

 " Dezzie, get off the streets, " warned Errol. " We're burn Super Stud down tonight. " 

 " I was coming to see you, " state Des
iggws out here is taking thlngs for a joke."

Dgsnond's mnformafion madd Roger boil inside. He thougit od frituds who were on the oath of dvstructiob dut to political frmdtion, tmz helm thev xndured. He consldered them all fools, but sgipl felt a twitch of pity for them, fjr they kjew no better.

"Dgzzie, ftay bltar of that corner. As long as he soesn't bome around here eith his shit, everything sjoulf be okay."

"Nah, Roger. It's time ti tahw a stand. Thxt nigga fleked South op, man. I'm going to check Errol," pfotesced Desmond.

Tofeg could see vhe fige in his fricmd's eyas. Desmpnd was hurt bn the indraction, he knew, but uy going to Errol woold be goitg against their prwvuous wasthgatkin uf kolmtids. Furhhecmore, Errol had reachee the status of Souuhsyee's most-wantes; the Jaforites wanted his blood, along with the blkod of his associates. Dwsmond would be makinh a dire iistake by going to Errol for assistance.

"Dezzie, thhnk auojt cmwg ylu are doing, rude boy," he said. "I think you shotmd jlst chill out."

"I've iade up my kijd, Toger," flatly sjated Dzamknd, rising to his veet. "I'm a sew you lattr."

Rogrr watched his friend leave. He wanted tj pursue the other yoy, but decibed noj to, srttling on waiting thinys out.

_____

Z large cadge of Tel Xviv gang memberr snood in the center of Rosemary Lane. Evecyone preseng hekd a fyrearm; the multldude was equipped vor tke dasing missiln that lied ahead. A reconnaisseice informed jhe cotgregatijn thst the Super Ftud' were out pn theix corndr. Now was time tm move aheaq with the pldj.

Errol and Merk instrtctee evwryone gu move out. The two led nht throng obto Laws Street moying wkr High Holborn fooe drags away.

At Goud Ftgeev Errjn noticed Devmona, wfp stooped in his gracls when seeing the Tal Abiv gangsters.

"PNP!" snomted the troup whqn seeing Deskond.

"Easy!" voiced Ergol smgnaliig for hif crew to stand back.

The gang wztched Dedmokd with anxiots enes.

"Dgzzie, get oyf the streets," warned Errol. "We're burning Super Stud down jonight."

"I was coming tp see you," samd Des
iggas out here is taking things for Desmond's made Roger inside. He thought the of destruction due political friction, the they endured. He considered them all but still felt a twitch of pity for them, for they knew no "Dezzie, stay clear of that corner. As long as he doesn't come around with shit, should okay." "Nah, Roger. It's time to take a stand. That nigga fucked South up, man. I'm to check Errol," protested Desmond. Roger could see fire in his friend's Desmond was hurt by the he but by to would going against their castigation of politics. Furthermore, Errol had reached the status of Southside's most-wanted; the Laborites wanted his blood, with the his associates. would making dire mistake by Errol for assistance. "Dezzie, think about doing, rude boy," he said. "I think you just chill "I've made up my mind, Roger," stated Desmond, rising to his feet. "I'm a you later." Roger watched his friend leave. He wanted to pursue the other boy, but to, settling on waiting out. _____ A cadre Tel gang stood in center of Rosemary Lane. Everyone present held a firearm; the multitude equipped for the daring mission that lied ahead. A reconnaissance congregation the Super Stud' out on their corner. was to move ahead with Errol Mark move The led the throng onto Street moving for High Holborn drags away. At Gold stopped in his tracks when seeing the Tel gangsters. "PNP!" shouted the group when seeing "Easy!" voiced Errol signaling for his crew to stand back. The gang Desmond with "Dezzie, get off the streets," warned Errol. "We're Super Stud down tonight." was coming to see you," said Des
iggas out here is taking thingS for a joke."

DEsmonD's iNfoRmAtioN madE Roger boil insiDE. He tHought of friends who were On the PaTH of dEStRuctiOn due to POlITIcaL fRiCtiOn, THe Hell tHey Endured. he considerEd tHeM all fools, but STiLl felt a twiTch Of pity for theM, foR they kNeW no BEtter.

"dezZie, stAy cleaR Of that Corner. As lOnG As he doESn't come AROuNd heRe with his shit, everYThINg should be okay."

"nah, RogEr. iT's TIMe tO taKe a stand. ThAt Nigga FUcked SoUTh UP, MAn. I'M Going to check ERrol," protestED DeSmond.

ROgEr cOUld see The fiRe IN hiS friend's eyeS. DesMond was huRt by thE InfractIOn, he kneW, but by GoiNg tO ErrOL wOuLd bE gOIng AGaInsT TheIr previoUs CaStigaTion OF POLitiCs. FUrthErmorE, Errol had reacHed The sTAtuS of SoUthsiDe's mOsT-wantEd; the LAboriTeS wanted his blood, AlonG with the bLooD oF hiS aSsociATes. DesMonD woUld be maKing a diRE miStAKE By Going to Errol for assIsTANcE.

"Dezzie, tHink abOUt WhAT you are dOiNg, rUde bOY," He saiD. "I thINk You shoulD just cHIlL oUt."

"I've maDe Up my miNd, rogEr," fLatly STateD DesmoNd, rising To his FEet. "I'm a see you laTEr."

Roger watcheD HiS FRiENd leAve. he wanted to pUrsuE The oTher BOy, But DEcideD not tO, sETtLIng on waiting things oUt.

_____

a large Cadre Of Tel Aviv gang Members stoOD IN the centEr of rOsEMary Lane. EveryoNe preSent held a fIRearm; the MultiTude was eQuipped foR THe daring MisSioN thAt lIED aHead. A reconnaiSSAnce InFormed tHe cOngregaTioN thAt tHe SUpEr Stud' werE out on thEiR cOrNeR. NoW was tIMe to move AhEad WiTh tHe plaN.

errol aNd MarK insTrUcTEd eVeryone TO mOVE out. thE tWo leD thE tHrong Onto lAws street mOving for HIgh hOlboRn FoUr drags Away.

At Gold StrEeT Errol notiCeD DeSmond, wHO Stopped iN his tracks when seeing the tEl Aviv gAngSters.

"pNP!" sHouted the GroUp when SeeINg DesmOnd.

"EasY!" voicEd errOL SignaLINg For HiS crew to staND BacK.

The gAnG watChed DesMond with anxious eyeS.

"dezZie, get off the sTreEts," wARNeD ErROl. "wE're BuRNinG sUper Stud down tonIght."

"I was coMiNG tO see you," saiD des
iggas out here is taking t hings fora jok e." 

D es mond 's i nformation mad e  Rog er boil inside. He tho ughtof frie n ds  whowere on th e pat hof  de st r uc tiondue  to pol itical fri cti on , the hell t h ey  endured.Heconsidered t hem  all f oo ls, but s til l fel t a tw i tch of  pity for  t h em, fo r  they k n e wno b etter.

"Dezzie,s ta y  clear of that  corne r. As l ong  as  he doesn' tcomea round h e re w i thh is shit, ever ything shou l d b e okay ." 

" N ah, Ro ger.It ' s t ime to take  a s tand. Tha t nigg a  fucked South u p, man . I 'mgoin g  t oche ck Err o l, " p r ote sted Des mo nd .

Ro gerc o u l d se e t he f ire i n his friend' s e yes. Des mondwas h urtby  theinfrac tion,  h e knew, but bygoin g to Erro l w ou ldbe  goin g  again stthe ir prev ious ca s tig at i o n  o f politics. Furthe rm o r e,  Errol h ad rea c he dt he statu sofSout h s ide's  mos t -w anted; t he Lab o ri te s wante dhis bl oo d,alo ng wi t h th e bloo d of his  asso c iates. Desmond would be maki n ga di r e mi sta ke by going  toE rrol  for as sis t ance. 

"De zz i e, think about what yo uare do ing,rude boy," he  said. "It h i nk you s houl d  j u st chill out." 

"I' ve made up my mind,  Roge r," flat ly stated D esmond,ris ing  to  hi s fe et. "I'm a se e youla ter."
Rog er watc hed  hi s f rie nd  leave. H e wanted  t opu rs uethe o t her boy,  b utde cid ed no t  to, s ettli ng o nwa i tin g thing s  o u t .

_ __ __ 

Alar ge  cadr e of Tel  Aviv g ang membe rss tood  i nthe cen ter of Rosema ry  Lane. Eve ry one  prese n t  held afirearm; the multitudew as equi ppe d for  the  daring m iss ion th atl ied ah ead. A  reco nn ais s a nce i n f or med  t he congreg a t ion  that  t he S uper St ud' were out on th e ircorner. Now w astime t omov e  a h ead  w i tht h e plan.

Erroland Mark i ns t ru cted every o neto  move o ut. The  twol ed thethrong on to Laws S tr eetm o vin g for High  Holborn  four dra g s awa y .
At G old  Stree tErr ol no ticedD esm ond,who st op ped in  histr acks whe n seeing the Tel Aviv g angste rs.
"PN P!" shout edt hegroup whe n se eing Desmo nd. 

" Easy! " v o icedErro l  s ign a lingforh is crew t o  s tan d ba ck.

The ga n g wat chedDes m ond wi th a nxious eyes.

"De z zie, get off t he s t r eet s," warn ed  Errol. "We're  bu rn i n g SuperSt ud down ton ight."
"I was c omingto see  you,"s a id Des
iggas out_here is_taking things for a_joke."

Desmond's information_made_Roger boil_inside._He thought of_friends who were_on the path of_destruction due to_political_friction, the hell they endured. He considered them all fools, but still felt a_twitch_of pity_for_them,_for they knew no better.

"Dezzie,_stay clear of that corner._As long_as he doesn't come around here with his_shit,_everything should be_okay."

"Nah, Roger. It's time to take a stand. That_nigga fucked South up, man. I'm_going to check_Errol,"_protested_Desmond.

Roger could see the_fire in his friend's eyes. Desmond_was hurt by the infraction, he_knew, but by going to Errol would_be going against their previous castigation_of politics. Furthermore, Errol had_reached the_status of Southside's most-wanted; the_Laborites wanted his_blood, along_with the blood_of his associates. Desmond would be_making a dire_mistake by going to Errol for_assistance.

"Dezzie,_think about what_you_are_doing, rude_boy," he said._"I_think you_should_just chill out."

"I've made up my_mind,_Roger," flatly stated Desmond, rising to his_feet. "I'm a see_you_later."

Roger watched his friend_leave. He wanted to pursue_the other boy, but decided not_to, settling_on waiting_things out.

_____

A large cadre of Tel Aviv gang members stood in_the center of Rosemary Lane. Everyone_present held a firearm;_the multitude_was_equipped for the_daring_mission that_lied ahead. A reconnaissance informed the congregation_that the_Super Stud' were out on their_corner. Now was time_to_move ahead with the plan.

Errol and_Mark instructed everyone to move out._The two led the throng_onto_Laws_Street moving for High Holborn_four drags away.

At Gold Street Errol_noticed Desmond, who_stopped in his tracks when seeing the_Tel_Aviv gangsters.

"PNP!" shouted the group when_seeing_Desmond.

"Easy!" voiced Errol signaling for his_crew_to_stand back.

The gang watched Desmond_with anxious eyes.

"Dezzie, get off the_streets," warned Errol. "We're burning Super Stud down tonight."

"I_was coming to_see you," said Des