mond, getting in the car. _Thank you, Jah!_

__ "Hold this," said Roger, passing Desmond a gun.

Accepting the pistol, Desmond selected a bullet in the weapon's chamber before resting it on his lap. The presence of the firearm rejuvenated his mental; it was time to get back to action.

"Let's circle around the 90s," he said. "I want to catch one of them Back-To niggas slipping."

"Cool," smiled Roger.

Making it to Brooklyn, Roger rode around the 90s in search of enemies.

Desmond could not wait to put in some work. Piercing the street outside, he silently prayed an enemy would appear.

"Bingo," sounded Roger, pointing at a boy moving for a building on 96th Street.

"Drive up on him, family," anxiously voiced Desmond, lowering his window.

As Roger drove toward the foe, Desmond aimed his weapon out the window.

The boy rushed to enter a building when seeing the two, but it was too late.

Desmond opened fire, riddling the boy's body.

"Faucet!" he shouted as Roger calmly drove off.

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Adding a last touch of makeup to her face, Desire looked over her job in the mirror. Searching her face for any blemishes, she prayed for perfection. She hoped for a great night. _Please, God, let everything go right._

A car horn sounded off outside, indicating Roger had arrived.

Checking her wristwatch, the time read 8PM. _He's on time._ Taking a final glance in the mirror, she went out to meet Roger. __

Roger sat out front her house in a seemingly new Toyota Cressida, dark in hue. _Nice._ Nosy neighbors watched as she entered the crisp vehicle, but she cared none. Her business was no one else's.

"What's up?" greeted Roger, trying his best American accent.

"You're getting better," complimented Desire.

She'd been teaching Roger, by way of phone, how to tighten up his American accent. He seemed strongly interested in learning the country's vernacular, so she saw no problem with assisting. During telephone conversations, they went back and forth about the meaning and pronunciation of certain
mond, getting in the car. _ Thank you, Jah! _ 

 _ _ " Hold this, " said Roger, sink Desmond a gunman. 

 Accepting the pistol, Desmond selected a bullet in the weapon's bedroom before resting it on his lap. The presence of the firearm rejuvenate his mental; it was time to scram back to action. 

 " Let's r-2 around the 90s, " he said. " I want to trip up one of them Back - To niggas slipping. " 

 " Cool, " smiled Roger. 

 Making it to Brooklyn, Roger rode around the 90s in search of enemy. 

 Desmond could not wait to put in some work. pierce the street outside, he silently prayed an enemy would appear. 

 " Bingo, " sound Roger, pointing at a boy moving for a building on 96th Street. 

 " Drive up on him, syndicate, " anxiously voiced Desmond, lowering his window. 

 As Roger drove toward the foe, Desmond aimed his weapon out the window. 

 The boy rushed to enter a building when seeing the two, but it was too late. 

 Desmond opened fire, riddling the male child's body. 

 " Faucet! " he shouted as Roger sedately drive away. 

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 Adding a last touch of makeup to her face, Desire looked over her job in the mirror. Searching her boldness for any blemishes, she prayed for perfection. She hoped for a capital night. _ Please, God, let everything go right. _ 

 A cable car horn sound off outside, bespeak Roger had arrived. 

 Checking her wristwatch, the time read 8PM. _ He's on time. _ Taking a final glance in the mirror, she rifle out to meet Roger. _ _ 

 Roger sat out front her house in a seemingly modern Toyota Cressida, dark in hue. _ dainty. _ Nosy neighbors watched as she embark the crisp vehicle, but she care none. Her business was no one else's. 

 " What's up? " greet Roger, trying his good American accent. 

 " You're getting better, " complimented Desire. 

 She'd been teaching Roger, by room of phone, how to tighten up his American accent. He seemed strongly interested in learning the country's vernacular, thus she saw no problem with assisting. During telephone conversation, they went back and forth about the meaning and pronunciation of certain
monf, getting in the car. _Thakk you, Jah!_

__ "Hold jhus," saiv Roger, passing Desmond a gun.

Accepting the 'istil, Dewmond selected a bulleg in the aeapon's xhamuer before restiif it on his lzi. The 'resence of the firearm rajuvenated his mdncal; it was time to get back to actiog.

"Let's corfle around the 90s," ht swid. "J want to catch one of them Back-To niggas slipping."

"Cool," smiled Roger.

Making it to Hroonlyn, Roger rode arlund the 90s un sqqrch of enemkes.

Desmond could not wzit to put in some work. Piercine the street oujsjdf, he silentlb prayvd an enemy would appaar.

"Bingp," sounded Rogev, poiitint at a boy moving for a building on 96th Ftreet.

"Driee up on him, family," abxiouvly eoicde Ddsmknv, lkwerinh hms window.

As Roger drovw toward the foe, Dexmjbd aimed his seapon ott the window.

The boy rushed to enter a tuimding when seeing the tqo, but it was too latg.

Desmond o[ened fire, riddling the boy's body.

"Faucet!" he shouteg as Coeer cwunlj drove off.

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Adding a last touch of makqhp tp her face, Deslre looked over het uon in the mirrot. Searckjnf her face for any blemisres, sye prayed for perfection. She hoped for a great night. _Please, God, let evexything go rnght._

A var hprn sounded off outside, indjcating Rogfr had ardkved.

Checking her wrpstwdtch, the time read 8PM. _He's jn time._ Teking a finau glsnce ig the mirrlr, shc went out to meet Goger. __

Rmger sat okt front her house in a seemingly new Toyota Vrasspda, dark nn hue. _Nice._ Nosy neyghbors watcheb as she entefed the crpsp vehicne, but she sared none. Hes business wav no one elsw's.

"Whqt's up?" efeeted Roger, ttying his best Amerucan accent.

"You're gcttine better," complimzuttd Desire.

She'd bern geashpng Rjcer, by way ox phune, now tu tighttu ui hks Akerican accent. He seamed strongly interestrd in learbing the country's vermacular, so she saw no pcoblem with asfisting. During telephone convedsations, hhen went back agd firth about tke meaning and pronunciation of certain
mond, getting in the car. _Thank you, "Hold said Roger, Desmond a gun. a in the weapon's before resting it his lap. The presence of the rejuvenated his mental; it was time to get back to action. "Let's circle the 90s," he said. "I want to catch one of them Back-To niggas "Cool," Roger. it Brooklyn, Roger rode around the 90s in search of enemies. Desmond could not wait to put some work. Piercing the street outside, he silently an enemy would appear. sounded Roger, pointing at a moving a building 96th "Drive on him, family," voiced Desmond, lowering his window. As Roger drove toward the foe, Desmond aimed his weapon out the The boy enter a when the but it was Desmond opened fire, riddling the boy's shouted as Roger calmly drove off. Chapter 42 a last of makeup to her face, Desire over her job in the mirror. Searching her for any blemishes, she prayed for perfection. She hoped for a great night. _Please, God, go right._ A car sounded off outside, Roger arrived. her the time 8PM. _He's on time._ Taking a final glance in the mirror, went out to meet Roger. __ Roger sat out front in seemingly new Toyota dark in hue. _Nice._ neighbors as she entered the but cared was one "What's up?" greeted Roger, his best American accent. "You're better," complimented Desire. She'd of phone, how to tighten up his American He seemed strongly interested in learning the vernacular, so she saw no problem with assisting. During telephone conversations, they back and the meaning and pronunciation of certain
mond, getting in the car. _Thank yOu, Jah!_

__ "Hold tHis," saId ROgeR, pAssiNg DeSmond a gun.

AccepTIng tHe pistol, Desmond selecteD a bulLeT In thE WeApon's Chamber BEfORE reStInG it On HIs Lap. ThE prEsence oF the firearM reJuVenated his meNTaL; it was time To gEt back to actiOn.

"LEt's cirClE arOUnd thE 90s," hE said. "i want tO Catch oNe of them BAcK-to niggAS slippiNG."

"coOl," smIled Roger.

Making it TO BROoklyn, Roger rodE arounD tHE 90s IN SeaRch Of enemies.

DEsMond cOUld not wAIt TO PUt iN Some work. PiercIng the streeT OutSide, he SiLenTLy prayEd an eNeMY woUld appear.

"BiNgo," sOunded RogEr, poinTIng at a bOY moving For a buIldIng On 96th sTrEeT.

"DrIvE Up oN HiM, faMIly," AnxiouslY vOiCed DeSmonD, LOWErinG hiS winDow.

As roger drove towArd The fOE, DeSmond Aimed His wEaPon ouT the wiNdow.

THe Boy rushed to enteR a buIlding wheN seEiNg tHe Two, buT It was tOo lAte.

desmond Opened fIRe, rIdDLINg The boy's body.

"Faucet!" hE sHOUtEd as RogeR calmlY DrOvE Off.

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addIng a LASt touCh of MAkEup to her Face, DeSIrE lOoked ovEr Her job In The MirRor. SeARchiNg her fAce for anY blemIShes, she prayed fOR perfection. ShE HoPED fOR a grEat Night. _Please, god, lET eveRythINg Go rIGht._

A cAr horN sOUnDEd off outside, indicatInG Roger Had arRived.

Checking Her wristwaTCH, The time rEad 8Pm. _he'S On time._ Taking a fInal gLance in the MIrror, she Went oUt to meet roger. __

RogeR SAt out froNt hEr hOusE in A SEeMingly new ToyoTA cresSiDa, dark iN huE. _Nice._ NoSy nEigHboRs wAtChed as she Entered tHe CrIsP vEhiCle, buT She cared NoNe. HEr BusIness WAs no onE else'S.

"WhaT's Up?" GReeTed RogeR, TrYINg hiS bEsT AmeRicAn AccenT.

"You'RE geTting beTter," complImeNTed DEsIrE.

She'd beEn teaching RogEr, By way of phoNe, How To tighTEN up his AmErican accent. He seemed strONgly intEreSted iN leaRning the cOunTry's veRnaCUlar, so She saw No proBlEm wITH assiSTInG. DuRiNg telephonE COnvErsatIoNs, thEy went bAck and forth about thE MeaNing and pronunCiaTion OF CeRtaIN
mond, getting in the car._Thank you , Jah !_
__  " Hold  thi s," said Roger ,  pas sing Desmond a gun.

A ccept in g  the pi stol,  Desmon d  s e l ect ed  a  bu ll e tin th e w eapon's  chamber b efo re  resting ito nhis lap. T hepresence ofthe  firea rm  re j uvena ted  hismental ;  it wa s time to  g e t back to acti o n .
"Le t's circle around th e  90s," he said . "I w an t  t o cat chone of the mBack- T o nigga s  s l i p pin g ."

"Cool," s miled Roger . 

M akingit  to Brookl yn, R og e r r ode aroundthe90s in se arch o f  enemie s .

Desm ond co uld  no t wa i tto  pu ti n s o me  wo r k.Piercing  t he  stre et o u t s i de,hesile ntlyprayed an ene mywoul d  ap pear. 

"Bi ngo, "sound ed Rog er, p oi nting at a boymovi ng for abui ld ing  o n 96t h  Stree t.
"D rive up  on him ,  fa mi l y , "anxiously voiced D es m o nd , loweri ng his wi nd o w.

As R og erdrov e towar d th e  f oe, Desm ond ai m ed  h is weap on  out t he  wi ndo w.

T h e bo y rush ed to en ter a building whens eeing the two ,  b u t  i t  was  to o late.

De smon d  ope nedf ir e,r iddli ng th eb oy ' s body.

"Faucet!"he  shout ed as  Roger calmly  drove off . Chapter42
A dd i ng a last touc h ofmakeup toh er face,  Desi re looke d over he r job in t hemir ror . S e a rc hing her face f or a ny  blemis hes , she p ray edfor  pe rf ection. S he hoped  f or  a  g rea t nig h t. _Plea se , G od , l et ev e rythin g gorigh t. _A c ar horn so u n dedof fouts ide ,indic atin g  Ro ger had  arrived. 

C h ecki ng  h er wris twatch, the t im e read 8PM ._He 's ont i me._ Tak ing a final glance in t h e mirro r,she w entout to me etRoger.  __ 
Roger  sat o ut fr on t h e r  hous e in  ase emingly ne w Toy ota C re ssid a, dark  in hue. _Nice._ N o syneighbors wat che d as s he  en t er e d t he cri s p  vehicle, but s he cared n on e .Her busine s s w as  no one  else's .

"W h at's up ?" greete d Roger,tr ying h isbest Ameri can acce nt.

"You ' re ge t ti ng be tte r," co mp lim ented  Desir e .
She'd  beente aching  Roge r,  by wayof phone, how to tighte n up h is Am eri can accen t.H e s eemed str ongl y interest edinlearn ing the c ount r y' s v e rnacu lar, so she sa w  n o p r o bl em with ass i s t ing . Dur ing teleph oneconversations, th e y went back an d fo r t h a bou t  the  m eaning and pro nun ci a t ion of c er tain
mond, getting_in the_car. _Thank you, Jah!_

___"Hold this,"_said_Roger, passing_Desmond_a gun.

Accepting the_pistol, Desmond selected_a bullet in the_weapon's chamber before_resting_it on his lap. The presence of the firearm rejuvenated his mental; it was_time_to get_back_to_action.

"Let's circle around the 90s,"_he said. "I want to_catch one_of them Back-To niggas slipping."

"Cool," smiled Roger.

Making it_to_Brooklyn, Roger rode_around the 90s in search of enemies.

Desmond could not_wait to put in some work._Piercing the street_outside,_he_silently prayed an enemy_would appear.

"Bingo," sounded Roger, pointing at_a boy moving for a building_on 96th Street.

"Drive up on him, family,"_anxiously voiced Desmond, lowering his window.

As_Roger drove toward the foe,_Desmond aimed_his weapon out the window.

The_boy rushed to_enter a_building when seeing_the two, but it was too_late.

Desmond opened fire,_riddling the boy's body.

"Faucet!" he shouted_as_Roger calmly drove_off.

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Adding_a last_touch of makeup_to_her face,_Desire_looked over her job in the_mirror._Searching her face for any blemishes, she_prayed for perfection. She_hoped_for a great night.__Please, God, let everything go_right._

A car horn sounded off outside,_indicating Roger_had arrived.

Checking_her wristwatch, the time read 8PM. _He's on time._ Taking a_final glance in the mirror, she_went out to meet_Roger. __

Roger_sat_out front her_house_in a_seemingly new Toyota Cressida, dark in hue.__Nice._ Nosy_neighbors watched as she entered the_crisp vehicle, but she_cared_none. Her business was no one_else's.

"What's up?" greeted Roger, trying his_best American accent.

"You're getting better,"_complimented_Desire.

She'd_been teaching Roger, by way_of phone, how to tighten up_his American accent._He seemed strongly interested in learning the_country's_vernacular, so she saw no problem_with_assisting. During telephone conversations, they went_back_and_forth about the meaning and_pronunciation of certain