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CHAPTER 3: The Uniforms and Preparations
Dupree knocked on the kitchen door three times. Within seconds, the door crashed open, and a short pudgy kid with greasy red hair walked out, carrying the uniforms in his hand. "Emilio, how's it going?" Dupree said, looking down at the kid. He was wearing a chef's uniform, and was probably no more than 5'4". "I'm okay, but it's a busy day here. Listen, my friend Johnny always delivers the pizzas to Parkreiner at night. I'm gonna tell him not to take them tonight. You guys, take these." He reached into the kitchen and came back out with two large pizza boxes. Dupree took the uniforms. He looked over at Ajax. "You can carry the boxes." Ajax took them, holding them with both hands.
Dupree knelt down, reaching into his jeans pocket. He pulled out a 20 dollar bill. "Here ya go, Emilio. Don't spend it all in one place!" he said, chuckling. He stood up, and Emilio nodded, running back into the kitchen and slamming the door closed. Ajax smacked Jack's shoulder. "Let's go, it's f*cking freezing out here." Dupree nodded, uniforms draped over his left arm. "Alright, let's head back to Mickey's. You can go back home and get everything you need ready. I'll do the same. We meet back at Mickey's at 9:00 tonight, alright?" Ajax nodded. "Let's just get the f*ck out of here first." Jack nodded, and they both walked back toward Dupree's car, climbing in and driving away.
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Ajax walked into the apartment, making sure not to wake Billy, who was asleep on the couch. Billy had done a massive favor, hooking him up with that Dupree guy for this job. He was gonna try not to be a dick to Bill for a while. Ajax took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, quietly walking into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer. He sat down at the table and opened it, taking a big swig. Damn. This job was gonna be easy. He just needed not to kill Parkreiner. He could kill the bodyguards though, and hey- that was good enough for one job. But still, if anybody f*cked with him, they were going down. No matter who they are.
He sat there in silence, in the dark, for several minutes, slowly drinking the beer. He missed the old days, with the Warriors. He hadn't heard from any of them for years now. Still, sh*t happens. It's the way the world works, and Ajax knew that better than anybody. When his parents were killed by members of the Hi-Hats, Ajax had not idea what to do. Thankfully, his childhood friend, Cleon, had started the Warriors. Ajax got his revenge on those makeup-wearing faggots a bunch of times as a Warrior. And now, everything was gonna be fine. He finished the beer and left it on the table, slowly walking to his bedroom, trying to be quiet in the dark. He got into his room and closed the door, turning on the light.
It was a sh*tty room, but hey, what could he do? It was just a mattress on the floor and some clothes lying around, and a couple of playboy pinups on the walls. Ajax leaned down and searched through a pile of his dirty clothes- ah, there. He pulled out his buck knife, a beautiful thing. He loved using his fists, but the knife was always good too. He stuffed the knife in the right pocket of his black jeans, making sure he had easy access to it if he needed it. It was gonna be one hell of a night.
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Jack Dupree walked into his apartment, nearly tripping over his dog. "Jesus, Spud! Watch where you're sleeping." The dog just kept sleeping. Jack flicked the light on, then took off his jacket and hoodie, laying them on the arm of his couch. He took off his sunglasses and beret and put them on top of his TV. He looked around his place. It was small, boring as hell. But whatever. It was comfortable and affordable. That's all he needed. He plopped himself down on the couch, grabbing the remote control and turning on the TV. The porn channel was on. "Great, just f*cking great!" Jack yelled, dropping the remote. Last night, his deadbeat friend had slept over. He must have paid for the X-rated channel and left it on the whole time! "Well, the cable bill's going to him." he said, changing the channel and turning off the TV.
Jack stood up and walked into his "office". Not really an office, just a room with a desk and all of his work-related stuff. He pulled out a desk drawer and grabbed his gun, closing the drawer. Ah, his gun. A Smith and Wesson Model 29 .44 revolver. He loved it. He made sure it was loaded and put it in his left pants pocket. He opened the other drawer and pulled out the picture of his girlfriend, Jamie. Man, what a beautiful girl. And only two more weeks until she would return from Japan! Man, Jack could hardly wait. He looked at his golden watch. Sh*t. One hour left. Well, might as well watch some TV. He hoped That 70's Show was on. What a great f*cking show.
