Nachine hated riding on a crowded bus, the other riders who rode could make you have a lucky day by dropping their money or they would give her a nightmare ride. Today it was Nachine worst nightmare as she rode the bus clutching her shopping bags. Two guys in their mid-forties came and sat around her.
"Your perfume smelled good," he said. Nachine tried looking around the rest of the bus for some help but the other passengers kept to themselves. Common on, she thought. The one close to her had a big curly wig on with a trench coat. After giving her a long sniffed, Nachine elbowed him. Then she yanked the bell for the bus driver to stop. She pushed passed the teen girl blocking the aisle, getting off. That colored better not flash me.
Are they after dope? Nachine tightened her hands around the bags. Both of them got off at the rear door of the bus. The sniffer moved close to her.
"Don't ignore me," the sniffer said, removing his curly wig off.
"Prosecutor Vaal, playing dress up," Nachine said.
"You too fool," Prosecutor said looking around his surroundings. There were small office buildings and houses that surrounded the bus stop. One bench with paint and advertisements peeling off had the only place to sit. He gestured for her to sit on the bench. Nachine examined it then she plopped down on it. “I could arrest you now but you became nothing in the drug world but everything to me. What would be the better life for you, snitching or begging your way back to the top?”
"If I can still kill I'm a threat to you and anyone," Nachine said clicking her gun. "I can take you out and him."
"Don't you want to be back on top with a free get out of jail pass?"
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