We were flying over the city now. The sun was getting low over the horizon. Gemini and Goliath couldn't fly so we had to carry them. Even with my super strength I was getting tired holding this giant up in the air. "There!" Angel said, thankfully. I could only follow her view as she carried Gemini. I saw them, two Bloods (Gemini's nick-name for them) walking and talking with their hoods down.
We flew over them and I dropped Goliath in front of them, Angel dropped Gemini behind them, and might I say, the looks on their faces were priceless. I said, "Now we got a couple of questions for you." Angel steeped up to one of them and looked at him straight in the eyes. She asked, "Who is the Leader of the Blood Syndicate?" The guy got a spaced out look, like when Devlin talked to that one girl. "I think it's Roland. Roland something." He said in a very bland, very depressed way. The other guy looked at him in disbelief. She nodded. "OK. Do you know where he is? If so, please tell us."
He nodded. "22 Second Street. Warehouse. He said that he had a big message for the city." She looked at me with a look of "Uh-Oh". "What is it?" she asked. "I don't know. Franky does though." He pointed a wave finger at the other gangster. We looked at him. He got really nervous. "I don't know nothin, Man! He said something about setting an example! That's all I know, I swear!"
I said, "OK. Leave them. We got what we want." We flew off to 22 Second Street, leaving a pair of pathetic gangsters on the streets. When we were high in the air, I asked Angel, "How'd you do that anyway?" She answered, "I found out that my eyes can make you tell the truth! Pretty cool, huh?" I smiled. Goliath said, "She found out with my help. And I'm still a little sore from that." We laughed a little, but it was killed by the quick thought of this Roland character having something planned for us. What happened to Jimmy? I hope the kid is OK. Even if he is a street punk.
We got to the warehouse. It was really quiet. We stood in front of it, unsure of what to do. "Should we try knocking?" Angel asked. "I say we go through the roof." Gemini suggested. Goliath stepped up to the big doors, grew to twenty feet in height, and punched the doors in. The room was opened to about thirty guys in the Blood Syndicate Uniform. In the center was Jimmy, tied up in a chair and his hood pulled back. He had (What? Oh, you already...OK I gotcha', sorry). Standing over him was the only other one in the room who had his hood down. He had piercing light blue eyes, dirty blond hair, and a face that looked like it belonged to a maniac's. He looked at us and smiled. He said, "Well looky, looky: I found a cookie! You must be that Haley Yank I've been hearing soooo much about. And the rest of you would be.......?" "Trinity!" The trio said as one. He shrugged. "A bunch of new guys. Whatever. Anyway, I found the American Dream of this country." He grinned so wide I thought that it would pop off his face. "That I can do whatever I want! Sure their are a few set backs, like you genetic freaks, or whatever you are. But, not to worry kiddies! I'll fix you and the little runt here. Boys!" The Bloods pointed their guns at us. Others got their bats, and knives.
This is going to be a Bloody fight.
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