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One by one they filed into a small house located on the north side of Minneapolis. The last to enter was Dig a Hole. He alone formed and molded the click. The first fifteen minutes of the meeting was bullshit talk of the robbery that they hit last night.

Interrupting the small talk, one of the older members, Zeke said, “Meeting is now in session.” That being the cue for Dig a Hole to take the floor.

Addressing the guys he asks, “Is there any news about last night’s lick?”

Quarter Man, the youngest in the fold, spoke first saying, “It’s going around that we’re responsible and word is there’s going to be some heat behind this one.”

740 interrupted saying, “I told you we should have left them hoe ass niggas stanking.” 740 was the gunslinger amongst gunslingers. His motto was simply – “kill them all.”

“Quiet down and let’s figure out how we’re going to pull this next caper off. We’ll deal with that other shit when it comes, just keep them thangs cocked,” Phat Bogus replied.

“Okay, here’s how it’s going to go down,” Dig a Hole spoke up, once again taking control of the conversation. “I want you to call KeKe. Find out if she still has that mark coming over to her crib as planned. If so, ask her the time schedule.”

Ya see, we have one female in the click who does various tasks ranging from recruiting females to knocking potential prey for us. Being how all the niggas feared us, we had to rely on the bitches for intel on the trick ass niggas who came into town.

Now KeKe, she went by KeKe to the click - she was the ride or die bitch. She had been a part of the team since day one. She was not only gansta, KeKe was sexy. Standing five-feet-eight inches, one-hundred-forty-five pounds, with long, wavy black hair which she kept done, along with her nails and perfectly manicured toes, she stayed in the latest gear. Whether it be Prada or Fendi, she rocked it like it was made for her. At age twenty-four she had seen her share of out-of-town niggas come and go, and to a newcomer coming into our city she was the prize bitch to have (or so they thought).

The crew quieted down so Sinatra could place the call to KeKe. After the third ring a sexy, enticing voice came over the phone. “Hello.”

“Yea KeKe, this Sinatra. What’s good Lil’ Momma?”

“What’s cracken my nigga?” replied KeKe.

“Dig this. We’re over at the spot going over the plan and was calling to confirm things. So is it still on for tonight? You know we’re going for the whole kit tonight baby girl, so don’t let him cancel out on ya,” Noodle explains.

“Yeah I’m already knowing. I actually just got off the phone with his soft ass and believe me all I had to do was mention to him that this here hot pussy was in need of a good touching up and it was a wrap.”

“Okay. What time do we need to be there?”

“Seven. Is Dig a Hole with you?” asked KeKe.

“Yeah he’s right here, hold on.” Passing the phone, Dig a Hole says, “What it do?”

“Check this out Boo, I have another fish on the line and I believe this is a big one. Check it out. Me and a few of my bitches were out at Club Cristal and there was some niggas from Chicago in there super flossing, buying the bar out and shit. One of the niggas approached me with a bottle of Cristal and you know me, I declined. Telling him I can buy my own drinks, it’s the rent I need help with. Like a fish to a hook he took the bait, bragging about what and who he was. Later he was asking me did I have some females who wanted to entertain him and his boys at a private party they were having tonight in St. Paul. I told him I’d see what I could do and took his number down. Real talk, the boy was blinding me with his jewels alone, not to mention the whole crew was iced out. I would have called last night but I knew ya’ll was preoccupied with that other matter. Speaking of which how did that go?” KeKe asked.

“All went well and we’ll bring your chop over when we come at seven. Look, call them cats and tell them it’s all good. Get a few of the girls that are expendable and see what time and where this get-together is. We might just be able to swing through there if all goes well with Steele tonight. Call if something changes. If not, see ya at seven,” Dig a Hole instructed and hung up the phone.

“Now back to the point at hand,” continuing on as if he never was on the phone, “I’m going to take three of ya with me on this one, but everyone else is on standby for the Chicago cats. Big T, 740 and Fuck U will come with me. Quarter Man, you’ll monitor the police scanners from here. Gutter, you’ll drive the van to the pick-up spot once we obtain the info. Zeke will go with you as well for security. I want everyone’s walkie talkies on Channel 8.”

Toot with his stuttering ass asked the dumbest question, “What if you can’t get the info out of him?” The cold stare from Dig a Hole must have been enough of an answer to relieve him of any doubts he may have had.

“Now listen up boys, this is the big one. Hopefully we’ll hit him for the fifty thangs he brought in and also be able to make him reveal his connect’s location, or set up a buy for us. From what KeKe told me, he counted $200,000 at his spot three days ago. Now, as of yet, we don’t know where the money is, but that’s only a matter of time. For now let’s just lay low until we meet up at KeKe’s tonight,” Dig a Hole dictated.

Big T was the first to say, “Let’s break out the toys” and quickly led the way to the basement where there was enough arsenal to take on a small army. There was everything from 38 Specials to 50 Cal machine guns, Calicos, M16, AK47, and MP5’s. You name it and it was there, not to mention the endless supply of ammunition; the deadliest being the black talon, armor piercing bullets. After everyone had their weapon of choice, they all, along with their bulletproof vests, proceeded to leave the spot.