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blunt. He blew smoke rings in the air.
    Warren P. laughed sarcastically. “Wasn’t no cover, Trey. Nigga went buck wild crazy and decided to do a solo. Ballistic don’t accept no misses. My man Rico had his ground covered.”
    At that moment a discreet-sounding buzzer went off. The young men entered the warehouse. Trey put out the blunt with the toe of his boot.
    They all filed quietly down a long dark corridor until they reached an open space in the warehouse. There was one chair in the room with the back turned, among a scattering of crates.
    A huge muscle-bound German shepherd sat with danger generating from his eyes. He sat at attention watching the men enter.
    The room was dark and dank with a single bulb hanging from a suspended wire in the ceiling. They stood at attention until the figure in the chair turned to face them. When he did he stared coldly, while lovingly stroking the dog’s head.
    Ballistic had a hole in his throat with a breathing tube attached to it. His voice when he spoke was deep and raspy. His eyes sparkled like dark black diamond chips.
    He was holding a black cane with a wood handle. He surveyed each of the young men standing before him individually, coldly.
    â€œYou niggas think that I am somebody to be toyed with?”
    There was a collective shaking of heads as they shifted uneasily in their spots. They knew better than to speak.
    â€œSomeone is trying to make a fool of me?”
    Complete silence from the crew.
    He rose from his seat but not before kissing the top of the dog’s head. He rubbed the dog’s nose. He walked the room with a noticeable limp. He was dependent on the cane.
    The dog sat stock-still. Only his eyes moved while following Ballistic.
    â€œI am not happy with Rico DeLeon Hudson’s message to me. Understood? The income from that turf he cannot keep. Because I am king of this patch of land. No?”
    He walked up to where he could smell the breath of the first boy he approached. He looked so deeply into the boy’s eyes that he could see the blackness of his soul. He continued this ritual until he reached the fifth boy in line.
    As he stepped back without warning, his cane whipped through the air. The sharp point of it landed in the heart of the fifth boy. The boy dropped dead without so much as a sound to the concrete floor.
    Bobby, Warren P., and Trey stared straight ahead as well as the fourth man in line. Ballistic snorted. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.
    He blew his nose, sticking the handkerchief back in his pocket. Then he limped his way down the line, back the way he had come.
    He halted in front of Trey.
    â€œI want a fear deeper than the depths of hell to fall on Rico in under twenty-four hours.” He raised an eyebrow at Trey. Trey stared at him with deadpan eyes. He gave a slight nod.
    Ballistic twirled the cane. Trey didn’t flinch. He spat a wad of phlegm at Warren P.’s feet. A gurgling sound emitted from the tube in his throat. Warren P. didn’t appear to have noticed. Ballistic’s gaze found the fourth man. “Clean it up.”
    The fourth young man stepped past him to do so. Ballistic grunted in disgust. He shook his head before putting his Glock to the base of the young man’s head. Then he fired. The body dropped at Warren P.’s feet.
    â€œFive is too many. All I need is three. Trey, Warren, and Bobby. Understood?”
    He turned on his cane, limping from the room. The dog gave them a brief look, before trotting behind his master out of the room.
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    You are listening, aren’t you? You should begin to listen with your inner audio as well as your outer audio. You will need more than just your ears to hear.
    We’re no longer in your world. We’re in the Central Ward. And the Central Ward is in and of itself Out A’ Order.

Chapter 9
    L ombardo glared through the one-sided mirror, with a look of disgust on his face. He didn’t know why Campbell