 usually stayed away from Southside, stopping by only on occasion. Preferring death over prison, he was prepared to kill whomever to stay free and alive.

When the car got near, Desmond realized it was Roger.

"You had me nervous, family," he said, putting his gun away.

"Get in the car," said Roger.

Desmond quickly got in the vehicle.

"What's the mission?" he asked.

"It's time to take this badness to another level," said Roger.

Chapter 24

Parked in Concrete Jungle, Constable Dignity watched passerby's with a cautious eye. People looked in on him, but hurried away once realizing who was inside the vehicle. His reputation was evident, it gave him joy to see the control he had over people. Years of duty in the streets came with countless pitfalls, but if he could do things all over again, there would be nothing he would change. He loved the path he chose in life.

History books could be written on clashes he had with gunmen in Concrete Jungle, one of the most challenging community's he's dealt with along the years. Shot at on numerous occasions in the area, he was, also, shot twice by gunmen from 'Jungle. The thrill of engaging bold gangsters drove him back to the community every time. It was obvious he couldn't quell violence in the neighborhood, but refused to let up on trying.

A green car pulled to a stop a few feet up from where he was parked. Something seemed out of the ordinary with the vehicle, his instincts told him something was wrong. _Something is not right._

A boy emerged from the car causing his heart to jolt.

_Oh shit! Roger!_

__ Retrieving his firearm, he grabbed the door handle to exit the car, but was met by Desmond, who unleashed a barrage of bullets at his vehicle. Jumping across into the passenger's seat, he realized he was shot. _Fuck!_

The sound of squealing tires verified the fugitives fled the scene.

Lying still in the car, Constable Dignity thought of how the boys set him up, how they went about things in such a professional manner.

Forcing himself into an upright position, he saw he was bleeding all over. He'd yet to figure out where he
usually stayed away from Southside, stopping by merely on juncture. Preferring death over prison, he was prepared to toss off whomever to stay free and animated. 

 When the car got cheeseparing, Desmond realized it was Roger. 

 " You had me skittish, family, " he said, put his gun away. 

 " Get in the car, " said Roger. 

 Desmond promptly got in the vehicle. 

 " What's the mission? " he ask. 

 " It's time to take this badness to another level, " state Roger. 

 Chapter 24 

 Parked in Concrete Jungle, Constable Dignity watched passerby's with a cautious eye. People looked in on him, but rush away once realizing who was inside the vehicle. His reputation was evident, it gave him joy to see the control he had over people. Years of duty in the streets came with countless pitfalls, but if he could do things all all over again, there would be nothing he would switch. He loved the way he choose in life sentence. 

 History books could be written on clash he had with gunmen in Concrete Jungle, one of the most challenging residential district's he's dealt with along the years. Shot at on numerous occasions in the area, he was, also, shot twice by gunmen from' Jungle. The thrill of engaging bold gangster drove him back to the residential district every time. It was obvious he couldn't quell violence in the neighborhood, but refused to let up on try. 

 A green car pulled to a period a few feet up from where he was parked. Something seemed out of the ordinary with the fomite, his instincts told him something was wrong. _ Something is not right. _ 

 A boy emerge from the car cause his heart to jolt. 

 _ Oh shit! Roger! _ 

 _ _ recover his firearm, he grabbed the doorway handle to exit the car, but was suffer by Desmond, who unleashed a barrage of bullet at his vehicle. chute across into the passenger's seat, he realized he was shot. _ Fuck! _ 

 The sound of squealing tires verify the fugitives fled the view. 

 Lying still in the car, Constable Dignity thought of how the boys set him up, how they blend about things in such a professional manner. 

 Forcing himself into an upright position, he saw he was bleeding all all over. He'd yet to figure out where he
 uskally stayed away from Suuthside, stoppiut by oily on kccasion. Preferring death over prisoi, he was kgepared to kill whomexer to stwy free qnd elive.

When the cac got near, Desjlnd xeelized it was Rpger.

"You hag me nervous, fdmklv," he said, putting his gun away.

"Get in the cat," daid Roger.

Desmjnd atickmj not in the vehicle.

"What's the missjon?" he esked.

"It's time tp take this badness to anohher level," said Roger.

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Parkgs ig Concrete Juvgle, Constable Dignity watched passerby's with a cautiuus eve. People liojed hn on him, bnt hurgied away oncc realising whp was inside tme veiiclw. His reputation was xvident, it gave him toy to sea che control he had ovwr peopne. Yaars if autg mn fhe stgeevs came witg countless pitfalls, but if he cjlkd do things all odew again, there would be nothing he would chznge. He loved the path ye chose in life.

Histoty books cjuld be written on clashes he had with gunmen in Woncrxtd Jbknle, ube of the most challenging community's he's dealt siuh slong the yearf. Shot at om jukgrous occasionr in tks zrea, he was, also, sjot twise by gunmen fwom 'Kungle. The thrill of engagibg bold gangfrers drove him bacn to the coomunoty efery time. It was obviour he couldn't qufll violehze in the neighburhpog, but refused to let up on trying.

A jreen car puuled to a ftop a few feet up from where he wws patked. Smmething sfemed out of the ordinary with vie vehicle, hix hnsnincts tojd hik something wws wrong. _Sometking is uot rieht._

A boy ejerged hrom the car causing his vgart to jolt.

_Oi shit! Roder!_

__ Eetrueving fks firearm, he brabbed tkt door hanele to exit the cav, but sas met by Desmind, who unleashed s bxrrwgv oh buljats at his vahicue. Gimpine across inbo ghe lassenger's seat, he raaliaed he was shot. _Fuvk!_

Bhe sound of squewling tires vrrified the fugitiges fned the xcege.

Lying still in the car, Constzble Dignlty thought of row bhe foys set hnm up, how they went about things in such a professional mabner.

Forcing himself lnto an uprijht pofition, he saw he was bleeding all over. He'd yet to figure out where ge
usually stayed away from Southside, stopping by occasion. death over he was prepared free alive. When the got near, Desmond it was Roger. "You had me family," he said, putting his gun away. "Get in the car," said Roger. quickly got in the vehicle. "What's the mission?" he asked. "It's time to this to level," Roger. Chapter 24 Parked in Concrete Jungle, Constable Dignity watched passerby's with a cautious eye. People in on him, but hurried away once realizing was inside the vehicle. reputation was evident, it gave joy see the he over Years of duty the streets came with countless pitfalls, but if he could do things all over again, there would nothing he He loved path chose life. History books written on clashes he had with Jungle, one of the most challenging community's he's with along years. Shot at on numerous occasions the area, he was, also, shot twice by from 'Jungle. The thrill of engaging bold gangsters drove him back to the community every was obvious he couldn't violence in the but to up trying. A car pulled to a stop a few feet up from where was parked. Something seemed out of the ordinary with the instincts him something was _Something is not right._ boy from the car causing to _Oh Retrieving firearm, grabbed the door handle exit the car, but was by Desmond, who unleashed his vehicle. Jumping across into the passenger's seat, realized he was shot. _Fuck!_ The sound squealing tires verified the fugitives fled the scene. Lying still in the Constable Dignity how the boys set him up, how they about things in such professional manner. Forcing himself into an upright position, he he bleeding all He'd yet to out where he
 usually stayed away from SoutHside, stoppIng by OnlY on OcCasiOn. PrEferring death oVEr prIson, he was prepared to kilL whomEvER to sTAy Free aNd alive.

wHeN THe cAr GoT neAr, dEsMond rEalIzed it wAs Roger.

"You Had Me Nervous, familY," He Said, puttinG hiS gun away.

"Get iN thE car," saId rogER.

DesmOnd QuickLy got iN The vehIcle.

"What's ThE MissioN?" He asked.

"iT'S tIme tO take this badness tO AnOTher level," said ROger.

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pARkeD in concrete JuNgLe, ConSTable DiGNiTY WAtcHEd passerby's wiTh a cautious EYe. PEople lOoKed IN on him, But huRrIEd aWay once realIzinG who was inSide thE Vehicle. hIs reputAtion wAs eVidEnt, iT GaVe Him JoY To sEE tHe cONtrOl he had oVeR pEople. yearS OF DUty iN thE strEets cAme with countlEss PitfALls, But if He couLd do ThIngs aLl over Again, ThEre would be nothiNg he Would chanGe. HE lOveD tHe patH He chosE in LifE.

HistorY books cOUld Be WRITtEn on clashes he had wiTh GUNmEn in ConcRete JuNGlE, oNE of the moSt ChaLlenGINg comMuniTY's He's dealt With alONg ThE years. SHoT at on nUmEroUs oCcasiONs in The areA, he was, alSo, shoT Twice by gunmen fROm 'Jungle. The thRIlL OF eNGagiNg bOld gangsterS droVE him Back TO tHe cOMmuniTy eveRy TImE. it was obvious he couldN't Quell vIolenCe in the neighbOrhood, but rEFUSed to let Up on TRyINg.

A green car pulLed to A stop a few fEEt up from Where He was parKed. SomethING seemed oUt oF thE orDinARY wIth the vehicle, HIS insTiNcts tolD hiM somethIng Was WroNg. _SOmEthing is nOt right._

A BoY eMeRgEd fRom thE Car causiNg His HeArt To jolT.

_oh shit! roger!_

__ retrIeViNG hiS firearM, He GRAbbeD tHe Door HanDlE to exIt thE Car, But was mEt by DesmoNd, wHO unlEaShEd a barrAge of bullets aT hIs vehicle. JUmPinG acrosS INto the paSsenger's seat, he realized hE Was shot. _fucK!_

The sOund Of squealiNg tIres veRifIEd the fUgitivEs fleD tHe sCENe.

LyiNG StIll In The car, ConsTABle digniTy ThouGht of hoW the boys set him up, hoW TheY went about thiNgs In suCH A pRofESsIOnaL mANneR.

fOrcing himself inTo an uprighT pOSiTion, he saw hE Was BlEeding aLl over. HE'd yet TO figure Out where hE
 usually stayed away fromSouthside,  stop pin g b yonly  onoccasion. Pref e rrin g death over prison, h e was  p r epar e dto ki ll whom e ve r tost ay  fr ee an d ali ve. 

Whenthe car go t n ea r, Desmond r e al ized it wa s R oger.

"Youhad  me ne rv ous ,  fami ly, " hesaid,p utting  his gunaw a y.

"G e t in th e ca r,"said Roger.

Desm o nd quickly got in  the v eh i cl e . 

" Wha t's the mi ss ion?" he aske d ." I t's time to takethis badnes s  to  anoth er  le v el," s aid R og e r.
Chapter 24 

Pa rked in C oncret e  Jungle ,  Consta ble Di gni tywatc h ed  p ass er b y's wi tha  ca utious e ye .Peopl e lo o k e d  inonhim,  buthurried awayonc e re a liz ing w ho wa s in si de th e vehi cle.Hi s reputation wa s ev ident, it  ga ve  hi mjoy t o  see t hecon trol he  had ov e r p eo p l e .Years of duty in t he s tr eets cam e with co un t less pit fa lls , bu t if he  cou l ddo thing s allo ve ragain,th ere wo ul d b e n othin g  hewouldchange.He lo v ed the path he chose in life . 
H i st o ry b ook s could bewrit t en o n cl a sh esh e had  with  g u nm e n in Concrete Jungl e,  one o f the  most challen ging commu n i t y's he's  dea l tw ith along theyears . Shot ato n numero us oc casionsin the ar e a , he was , a lso , s hot t wi ce by gunmenf r om ' Ju ngle. T hethrillofeng agi ngbo ld gangst ers drov ehi mba ckto th e  communi ty  ev er y t ime.I t wasobvio us h eco u ldn 't quel l  v i o lenc ein  the  ne ig hborh ood, but  refuse d to letupo n tr yi ng .

A gr een car pulle dto a stopafew  feetu p  from wh ere he was parked. Some t hing se eme d out  ofthe ordin ary  withthe vehicl e, his  inst in cts t old h i m  s ome th ing was wr o n g._Some th ingis notright._

A boy eme r ged  from the car  ca usin g hi s h e ar t  to  j o lt. _Oh shit! Roger !_

__ Ret ri e vi ng his fir e arm ,he grab bed the  door handleto exit t he car, b ut  was m etby Desmond , who un leashed a barra g eof bu lle ts athi s v ehicl e. Jum p ing  acro ss int othe pa sseng er 's seat,  he realized he was sho t. _Fu ck!_
Th e sound o f s q uea ling tire s ve rified the  fu git ivesfle d  thescen e .
Ly i ng st illi n the car ,  C ons t a bl e Dignity t h o u ght  of h owt he boy s se t him up, how the y  went about th ings i n s uch a pr of essional manne r.
F o r cing him se lf into anuprightpo s ition , he s aw hewas ble e d in g  all o ver.  He 'd yet to  fi gu r e out w he re he
 usually_stayed away_from Southside, stopping by_only on_occasion._Preferring death_over_prison, he was_prepared to kill_whomever to stay free_and alive.

When the_car_got near, Desmond realized it was Roger.

"You had me nervous, family," he said, putting_his_gun away.

"Get_in_the_car," said Roger.

Desmond quickly got_in the vehicle.

"What's the mission?"_he asked.

"It's_time to take this badness to another level,"_said_Roger.

Chapter 24

Parked in_Concrete Jungle, Constable Dignity watched passerby's with a cautious_eye. People looked in on him,_but hurried away_once_realizing_who was inside the_vehicle. His reputation was evident, it_gave him joy to see the_control he had over people. Years of_duty in the streets came with_countless pitfalls, but if he_could do_things all over again, there_would be nothing_he would_change. He loved_the path he chose in life.

History_books could be_written on clashes he had with_gunmen_in Concrete Jungle,_one_of_the most_challenging community's he's_dealt_with along_the_years. Shot at on numerous occasions_in_the area, he was, also, shot twice_by gunmen from 'Jungle._The_thrill of engaging bold_gangsters drove him back to_the community every time. It was_obvious he_couldn't quell_violence in the neighborhood, but refused to let up on trying.

A_green car pulled to a stop_a few feet up_from where_he_was parked. Something_seemed_out of_the ordinary with the vehicle, his instincts_told him_something was wrong. _Something is not_right._

A boy emerged from_the_car causing his heart to jolt.

_Oh_shit! Roger!_

__ Retrieving his firearm, he_grabbed the door handle to_exit_the_car, but was met by_Desmond, who unleashed a barrage of_bullets at his_vehicle. Jumping across into the passenger's seat,_he_realized he was shot. _Fuck!_

The sound_of_squealing tires verified the fugitives fled_the_scene.

Lying_still in the car, Constable_Dignity thought of how the boys_set him up, how they went about things in_such a professional_manner.

Forcing himself into an upright_position,_he_saw he was bleeding all over. He'd yet to figure_out where_he