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    "Yo, some niggas coming, and my bet is they coming for us." Instantly, I remembered the open window. Since we were on the second floor, the jump down wouldn't be bad. I ran towards the window and kicked out the screen. When I looked down, there was a big garbage dumpster underneath.
    "I know you ain't bout to jump out that window?"
    "No, we are about to jump out this window. Unless you wanna wait here for them niggas to kick down the door." If Smokey knew how to handle his heat I would've waited and shut them niggas down. But I knew there were at least two dudes behind that door, maybe more. I didn't know what type of artillery they were working with, so the risk was just too great. "So what you doing you coming wit' me or staying here?" When Smokey heard the shots now being fired through the door he ran towards the window.
    "Let's do this before I change my mind."
    "You go first, just in case they bust through the door before I jump. I can at least fire shots to protect myself."
    "You sure?" he asked knowing his scared ass wanted to be first anyway.
    "Yeah, nigga, now hurry the fuck up," I barked about to push Smokey out the window. The minute he landed in the trash, the door flew open. I didn't even have time to wait until Smokey got out the dumpster. I just jumped and landed right on top of his head. We both struggled to get out as one of the dudes started busting off sparks at us.
    "What have I got myself into?" Smokey questioned as we fell out the garbage.
    "We ain't got time for questions, hand me my gun." I needed both weapons because if those niggas came at us I needed to blast simultaneously. Smokey handed me my nine and we sprinted towards the only way out. When we got to the corner some dude was jumping off the stairs to the front entrance of the building. By the quickness ofhis moves, I knew he was coming for us. I grabbed Smokey's arm. "This way!" We began hauling ass and I couldn't believe I was running down the street in broad daylight with a gun in each hand. Luckily we were on a side street and no one was really out. When I looked back to see if the enemy was still on our tail, I saw Smokey bent over in the middle of the block trying to catch his breath. I knew the nigga was out of shape but damn, this was the wrong time for this shit. "Come on, Smokey," I screamed out.
    "Precious, give me a minute. Word is bond, I'm tired than a motherfucker. I think we lost the cat anyway." The minute those words left Smokey's mouth, I saw the enemy coming up on him like the quiet storm.
    "Come on, Smokey, move it, that nigga behind you," I yelled, as I ran towards him with guns aimed, ready to fire. But I was too late. The enemy discharged about five shots in Smokey's back. His body fell over on the cement. By the time he put the last bullet in Smokey, I was close enough to start blasting off and just lit the nigga up. I checked Smokey's pulse, hoping there was still a chance he was alive. But it was over for him. "I'm sorry, Smokey," I said before dashing back down the street for my escape.
    Lying back in the marble Jacuzzi, I tried to relax after the chaotic events from earlier in the day. The French vanilla scented candles surrounding the tub and the second glass of wine I was drinking helped to unwind my body but did little to erase the memory of the bloodshed. To make matters worse, I was no closer to finding out where Nico was, and I had no answers as to who those niggas were working for. Something told me they were playing this game for somebody else and I needed to know who.
    Now that Smokey was dead, I had to find another connect to get my street information from. "Damn, Smokey is dead," I mumbled out loud. I felt some kinda way about that. I was riddled with guilt for bringing Smokey in some shit that he couldn't handle. Yes, he was a willing participant but he had no idea the stakes were so high. The streets were deadlier than ever for me, because I didn't know who was who or what was what. Everybody had