 Holborn Street caught his attention. Looking back to reverse, he saw a few armed men walk out into the street blocking his way.

"Shit," he muttered.

A tear fell from his eye when coming to terms with his situation. Weaponless, he used the only thing available to defend himself, his car. Slamming on the gas, his vehicle accelerated in the gunmen's direction. The men moved out the way just in time, causing him to crash into a wall. Attempting to put the car in drive, a tap at his window startled him. His heart seemingly paused when seeing the tapper. Seeing there was no way out of the situation, he sat back in his seat, shaking his head. _Damn, God, I needed just a little more time down here._

A few gunmen dragged Roger from the car disappearing with him on High Holborn Street.

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Residents on Barnes Lane called the dark-complexioned man _Mad T._ He moved about the streets in a zombie like state, seemingly in oblivion to what was going around himself. He ate food from trash bins, scraps on the street. Everyone messed with him, but he messed with no one. Regardless the weather, he could be found on Barnes Lane.

Barnes Lane had been a hotbed of violence for the past few months, calling to attention Rastafarian brethren's from east Kingston. A large group of the outfit walked with placards of Selassie I's face, shouting certain axioms.

"Revolution!" they shouted. "No more killing for politicians!"

Desmond and Cutie walked at the head of the group beside Ras Negus, shouting along with the Rasta's. In between shouts, they gave each other seductive glances, yearning for one another. Cutie was pregnant for Desmond and they were both happy. Everything was going good in their lives. They were having a house built in Westmoreland where they planned on living out the rest of their days, and had a couple businesses up and running in Kingston.

As the congregation made way on Barnes Lane, Cutie noticed a lone figure walking toward the group. The individual, a man, looked vaguely familiar but she could not fully make out the person from the distance. A funny feeling overcame her. No one seemed to notice the person, but her. Everyone was busy shouting. When the individual got closer her heart skipped a
Holborn Street caught his attention. Looking back to reverse, he see a few armed man walk out into the street blocking his way. 

 " Shit, " he muttered. 

 A bust fell from his eye when come to terms with his situation. Weaponless, he use the only thing available to maintain himself, his car. Slamming on the gas, his fomite accelerated in the gunmen's steering. The men moved out the manner just in time, causing him to doss into a wall. Attempting to put the car in campaign, a tap at his window startled him. His heart seemingly hesitate when seeing the tapper. Seeing there was no way out of the situation, he sat back in his seat, shaking his head. _ Damn, God, I needed just a little more time down here. _ 

 A few gunmen dragged Roger from the car disappear with him on High Holborn Street. 

 Chapter 73 

 Residents on Barnes Lane called the dark - complexion valet _ harebrained T. _ He moved about the streets in a zombi like state, seemingly in oblivion to what was going around himself. He corrode food from trash bins, scraps on the street. Everyone messed with him, but he messed with no one. Regardless the weather, he could be rule on Barnes Lane. 

 Barnes Lane had been a hotbed of violence for the past few months, calling to attention Rastafarian brother's from east Kingston. A bombastic group of the outfit walked with placards of Selassie I's face, shouting sealed axioms. 

 " Revolution! " they shouted. " No more killing for politicians! " 

 Desmond and Cutie walked at the head of the group beside Ras Negus, shouting along with the Rasta's. In between shouts, they gave each other seductive glance, yearning for one another. Cutie was pregnant for Desmond and they were both happy. Everything was going good in their liveliness. They were having a firm built in Westmoreland where they plan on living out the respite of their days, and had a couple businesses up and running in Kingston. 

 As the congregation made room on Barnes Lane, Cutie noticed a lone figure walking toward the group. The individual, a man, looked vaguely familiar but she could not fully stool out the person from the distance. A funny feeling get the best her. No one seemed to notice the person, but her. Everyone was interfering shouting. When the individual got closer her heart skipped a
 Hopborn Street caught his xttention. Lookiut back to reberse, he saw a few armed men walk ouv inro tht street blocking hks way.

"Shin," he muttwred.

E tear fell from his eye when dlminy vo terms with hls situatiot. Weaponless, ha jszd the only thing available to defenq himsekf, his car. Slammyng pg ths gas, his vehicle accelerated in tge gunmtn's direction. The ken moved out the way just in hime, causing him tl crash inti a rqll. Attemptivg to put uhz car in drjve, a tap at his window startlea him. His heart swemltgly paused when seeing the bspper. Veeing yhere was no wsy mut of the situation, he vat back in his sewt, shakinc kis head. _Damn, God, I nweeed jost a litgoe oort tmme down jerx._

A few gunmsn dragged Eoger from the car cifqppearing witg him jn High Holborn Street.

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Residents ot Bzrnes Lane called the dqrk-complexioned man _Mwd T._ He mjved about the streets in a zombie like state, seekinglb kn ibjkciln to what was going around himself. He ate fojs grpm trash bins, fcraps on tne syteet. Everyone oessed wifh him, but he messfd with no obe. Regardjess the weather, he could be foynd on Barnef Lane.

Barnes Lane hcd been a hocbed og viokence for the past few oontgs, calling ho attentjun Rastafarian bfetmret's from txst Kingston. A lawge group of che outfkt wslked rith placagds on Selassie I's face, dhoutnng cartain axilms.

"Revolution!" they shouted. "No more killing fot pmlinicians!"

Defmond and Cutie wajked at the hecd of thz grouo beside Rzs Neguv, shouting wlong with tha Rasta's. In bxtween shjuts, thet gave dxch other seduvtive glauees, yearnung for one anothev. Cutks was pregnant yut Desmond and tney wewe bptr happy. Everydhine wxx goivg good in bhekr loves. They were havinc a gouse built in Wesymjreland qhere thqy planned on living out the redt of thxir daus, wnd had a couple businesses up and runnlng in Kingston.

Ws tme cjngregatiou made way on Barnes Lane, Cutie noticed e lone figure walking joward the group. The nncividual, a kan, ljoked vaggely familiar but shw could not fully make out the person rrom tve didtance. A funny feeling overcame her. No one seemed to notice the person, bur her. Xvqryone was gusy shouniny. Wken the indmvmdual got closer ner heart skipped a
Holborn Street caught his attention. Looking back he a few men walk out way. he muttered. A fell from his when coming to terms with his Weaponless, he used the only thing available to defend himself, his car. Slamming the gas, his vehicle accelerated in the gunmen's direction. The men moved out way in causing to crash into a wall. Attempting to put the car in drive, a tap at his startled him. His heart seemingly paused when seeing tapper. Seeing there was way out of the situation, sat in his shaking head. God, I needed a little more time down here._ A few gunmen dragged Roger from the car disappearing with him High Holborn 73 Residents Barnes called dark-complexioned man _Mad moved about the streets in a seemingly in oblivion to what was going around He ate from trash bins, scraps on the Everyone messed with him, but he messed with one. Regardless the weather, he could be found on Barnes Lane. Barnes Lane had been of violence for the few months, calling attention brethren's east A large of the outfit walked with placards of Selassie I's face, shouting axioms. "Revolution!" they shouted. "No more killing for politicians!" Desmond walked the head of group beside Ras Negus, along the Rasta's. In between gave other for another. was pregnant for Desmond they were both happy. Everything going good in their house built in Westmoreland where they planned on out the rest of their days, and a couple businesses up and running in Kingston. As the congregation made on Barnes noticed a lone figure walking toward the group. individual, a man, looked familiar but she could not fully make out the from distance. A feeling overcame her. one seemed to the person, but was busy When individual heart skipped a
 Holborn Street caught his attEntion. LookIng baCk tO reVeRse, hE saw A few armed men waLK out Into the street blocking hIs way.

"shIT," he mUTtEred.

A Tear felL FrOM His EyE wHen CoMInG to teRms With his Situation. WEapOnLess, he used thE OnLy thing avaIlaBle to defend hImsElf, his CaR. SlAMming On tHe gas, His vehICle accElerated iN tHE gunmeN'S directION. THe meN moved out the way juST iN Time, causing him To crasH iNTo A WAll. attEmpting to pUt The caR In drive, A TaP AT His WIndow startled Him. His heart SEemIngly pAuSed WHen seeIng thE tAPpeR. Seeing therE was No way out oF the siTUation, hE Sat back In his sEat, ShaKing HIs HeAd. _DAmN, god, i NeEdeD JusT a little MoRe Time dOwn hERE._

a Few gUnmEn drAgged roger from the cAr dIsapPEarIng wiTh him On HiGh holboRn StreEt.

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Residents on BaRnes lane calleD thE dArk-CoMplexIOned maN _MaD T._ HE moved aBout the STreEtS IN A zOmbie like state, seemInGLY iN oblivioN to whaT WaS gOIng arounD hImsElf. HE ATe fooD froM TrAsh bins, sCraps oN ThE sTreet. EvErYone meSsEd wIth Him, buT He meSsed wiTh no one. REgardLEss the weather, hE Could be found oN baRNEs lAne.

BArnEs Lane had beEn a hOTbed Of viOLeNce FOr the Past fEw MOnTHs, calling to attentioN RAstafaRian bRethren's from eAst KingstoN. a LArge grouP of tHE oUTfit walked with PlacaRds of SelasSIe I's face, ShoutIng certaIn axioms.

"REVOlution!" tHey ShoUteD. "No MORe Killing for polITIciaNs!"

desmond And cutie waLkeD at The HeaD oF the group Beside RaS NEgUs, ShOutIng alONg with thE RAstA's. in bEtweeN Shouts, They gAve eAcH oTHer SeductiVE gLANces, YeArNing For OnE anotHer. CUTie Was pregNant for DeSmoND and ThEy Were botH happy. EverythInG was going gOoD in Their lIVEs. They weRe having a house built in WeSTmorelaNd wHere tHey pLanned on lIviNg out tHe rESt of thEir dayS, and hAd A coUPLe busINEsSes Up And running IN kinGston.

as The cOngregaTion made way on BarneS lanE, Cutie noticed A loNe fiGURe WalKInG TowArD The GROup. The individuaL, a man, lookeD vAGuEly familiaR But ShE could nOt fully Make oUT the perSon from thE distance. a fUnny FEEliNg overcame Her. No one Seemed to nOTice tHE pErson, But Her. EveRyOne Was buSy shouTIng. when tHe indiViDual goT closEr Her heart Skipped a
 Holborn Street caught his  attention . Loo kin g b ac k to  rev erse, he saw a fewarmed men walk out int o the  s t reet bl ockin g his w a y. "Sh it ,"  he  m u tt ered. 

A  tear f ell from h isey e when comin g  t o terms wi thhis situatio n.Weapon le ss, he us edthe o nly th i ng ava ilable to  d e fend h i mself,h i scar.  Slamming on theg as ,  his vehicle a cceler at e di n  th e g unmen's di re ction .  The me n  m o v e d o u t the way jus t in time,c aus ing hi mtoc rash i nto a  w a ll.  Attempting  toput the c ar ind rive, a tap athis wi ndo w s tart l ed  h im.  H i s h e ar t s e emi ngly pau se dwhenseei n g t he t app er.Seein g there was n o w ay o u t o f the  situ atio n,  he s at bac k inhi s seat, shaking  his  head. _D amn ,God ,I nee d ed jus t a  li ttle mo re time dow nh e r e. _

A few gunmen dr ag g e dRoger fr om the ca rd isappear in g w ithh i m onHigh Ho lborn St reet.Ch ap ter 73
R esiden ts  on  Ba rnesL anecalled  the dar k-com p lexioned man _ M ad T._ He mov e da b ou t  the  st reets in azomb i e li ke s t at e,s eemin gly i no bl i vion to what was go in g arou nd hi mself. He ate  food from t r ash bins , sc r ap s  on the street . Eve ryone mess e d with h im, b ut he me ssed with n o one. R ega rdl ess  th e we ather, he cou l d  befo und onBar nes Lan e.
Ba rne s L an e had bee n a hotb ed  o fvi ole nce f o r the pa st  fe wmon ths,c alling  to a tten ti on Ras tafaria n  b r e thre n' sfrom  ea st  King ston .  Alarge g roup of t heo utfi twa lked wi th placards o fSelassie I 's  fa ce, sh o u ting cer tain axioms.

"Revoluti o n!" the y s houte d. " No more k ill ing fo r p o litici ans!"
Desm on d a n d  Cuti e wa lke dat the hea d ofthe g ro up b eside R as Negus, shouting alo ng with the R ast a's. I nbet w ee n  sh ou t s,t h ey gave each ot her seduct iv e  g lances, ye a rni ng  for on e anoth er. C u tie was  pregnant  for Desm on d an d the y were bot h happy.  Everythi n g was go ing g ood  in th ei r l ives.  Theyw ere  havi ng a h ou se bui lt in  W estmorel and where they plannedon liv ing o utthe restoft hei r days, a nd h ad a coupl e b usi nesse s u p  andrunn i ng  in Kings ton. 
As the c o ng reg a t io n made wayo n Bar nes L ane ,  Cutie  not iced a lone figur e  walking towar d th e gro up. Thein dividual, a ma n,lo o k ed vague ly  familiar b ut she c ou l d not  fully  makeout the p er s on fro m th e d istance.A f un n y feeli ng  o v ercame  her .No one  seeme d  ton o tice the person,  buth e r. Ev e ryo ne wa sbusy sh o utin g. When th e individua l gotclos er he r heart  s kipped  a
 Holborn_Street caught_his attention. Looking back_to reverse,_he_saw a_few_armed men walk_out into the_street blocking his way.

"Shit,"_he muttered.

A tear_fell_from his eye when coming to terms with his situation. Weaponless, he used the_only_thing available_to_defend_himself, his car. Slamming on_the gas, his vehicle accelerated_in the_gunmen's direction. The men moved out the way_just_in time, causing_him to crash into a wall. Attempting to put_the car in drive, a tap_at his window_startled_him._His heart seemingly paused_when seeing the tapper. Seeing there_was no way out of the_situation, he sat back in his seat,_shaking his head. _Damn, God, I_needed just a little more_time down_here._

A few gunmen dragged Roger_from the car_disappearing with_him on High_Holborn Street.

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Residents on Barnes Lane_called the dark-complexioned_man _Mad T._ He moved about_the_streets in a_zombie_like_state, seemingly_in oblivion to_what_was going_around_himself. He ate food from trash_bins,_scraps on the street. Everyone messed with_him, but he messed_with_no one. Regardless the_weather, he could be found_on Barnes Lane.

Barnes Lane had been_a hotbed_of violence_for the past few months, calling to attention Rastafarian brethren's from_east Kingston. A large group of_the outfit walked with_placards of_Selassie_I's face, shouting_certain_axioms.

"Revolution!" they_shouted. "No more killing for politicians!"

Desmond and_Cutie walked_at the head of the group_beside Ras Negus, shouting_along_with the Rasta's. In between shouts,_they gave each other seductive glances,_yearning for one another. Cutie_was_pregnant_for Desmond and they were_both happy. Everything was going good_in their lives._They were having a house built in_Westmoreland_where they planned on living out_the_rest of their days, and had_a_couple_businesses up and running in_Kingston.

As the congregation made way on_Barnes Lane, Cutie noticed a lone figure walking toward_the group. The_individual, a man, looked vaguely_familiar_but_she could not fully make out the person from the_distance. A_funny feeling overcame_her. No one seemed to notice the person, but her._Everyone was busy shouting. When the individual_got closer her heart skipped a