Chapter 22

"Sorry," I winced, "I may have gone a bit overboard."

"Yeah, just a bit."

Eventually all the other students arrived as well, collen told them my group and I had won and we then went into detail about how we found her.

"Honestly, it was Peter's idea," Brandon admitted, "we just followed him."

"He was also the one who jumped sensei," Agei shrugged, "plus he did warn us that our first plan would fail."

"So Peter, care to explain?" Colleen asked as the entire class looked at me.

I shrugged, "I just wondered what you were trying do," I then went into detail how I came to the conclusions I did. Needless to say the kids were all impressed.

As a reward for winning Colleen bought coke for all of us, we sat on that curb and drank our cold drinks, chatting.

I quickly found friends in Marcus, Agie and Brandon. Guess that's one good thing this day gave. Seems making friends isn't that hard, it's just Peter's image at school was so fucking damaged there's no hope for people to not start making assumptions about me.

Marcus and I began to talk about Chemistry, the kid was horrible at it, I offered to teach him and he couldn't thank me enough. It seems we both lived in Queens, only Mus lived in the poorer part of town. We took the train together back home and Marcus lead me to his house.

As we walked through his neighborhood I noticed it was in bad shape, really bad shape. The place was dying, but I didn't say anything. Instead I listened as to Marcus explain just what he was struggling with. But just then-

"Get that boy homie!" and then a gunshot.

"Get back!" Marcus ordered as he grabbed by the hand and pulled me into an alleyway

"What's going on?!" I asked. Marcus just shushed me and pointed at the meet. And then I saw them.

Five thugs dressed in green, guns waving about as they chased another man down the street. They laughed and cheered as they shoot at the man, none of the bullets meaning to kill, rather just to scare.

"What the hell is goin on?" I asked seeing the thugs run across alleyway, Marcus and I crouching behind trash cans like rats.

"That's the GST, the Grass Stained Thugs," Marcus explained, "they run the streets around here, they terrorize everyone. The cops can't do anything them, hell half the kids in my school are addicted to dope because of these guys."

"And the police can't do anything about them?" I asked.

"Hell no," Marcus shock his head, "they basically run this place."

I narrowed my eyes, guess I just found my first case. All I need now is my costume and gear. Soon the coast was clear and Marcus quickly took me to his home. It was a small apartment in a large complex, dirty and old, but I honestly didn't care.

We spent the rest of the day over a Chemistry book as I did my best to teach him what knew. And during the short study breaks w took I pumped him for questions about the GST. They operated out of a stripclub, because of course they did, dealt with cocaine, money lending, racketeering and even gang on gang violence.

Needless to say I have my work cut out for me.

I went back home that day and began research into the club. Peter didn't really have a mind of hacker but he did know his way around computer. That reminds me, I should probably try and learn how to hack, seems like an important thing to know about.

The leader of the GST was a guy named Razor, a tall, mean looking mother fucker. He was the main suspect for four murders the past year alone and is known to be ruthless. He does have one weakness I can see through, women. Lots and lots of women. Man was a whore.

I needed to bring down this gang, too many people are getting hurt because of them. To destroy a gang I need to destroy their credit, meaning public embarrassment. Just beating the shit of people wouldn't be enough, I would need to make sure they can never reform again.

I spent the rest of the weekend working on my web shooters and ideas for a new costume. I honestly did not want to wear spandex, it was a horrible idea. I may look good in it, but it was so uncomfortable. I didn't like the way it clung to my skin, nasty.

On Monday, after my class with Colleen, I came back home at around 7. I finished whatever work I had and pretended to go to bed. At around 11 in the night though, after making sure May and Ben were asleep, I snuck out wearing dark clothes and a ski mask.

I had my new web shooters strapped on and ready for a test drive, tonight I begin my research. I went to the bad part of Queens, Marcus' place was just a few blocks away. I found myself on the roof of the GST strip club. I found an air duct and crawled in, shimming my way trh the small space.

It wasn't anything like the movies made it out to be. It was dirty and smelly, I was really glad I wasn't wearing white.

The loud music from the club downstairs were painful to hear, and so were the stripper's names. Honestly, 'Diamond in the rough?' Who came up with these names? 8 year old boys?

However I did manage to find my way into the more quiet part of the club, the rooms without windows in the heart of the building. I peered through the vents, I could see people stripped bare to their underwear packing in what looked like small bags of cocaine. Guards surrounded them with sub machine guns. Looks like they did their drug distribution here as well.

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