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Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 7

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Terry

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I lit my cig and took a drag blowing out smoke up at Cy’s face. I walked around him and then came to face him. “What the fuck are you doing getting in the way of my business, kid? Shouldn’t you be running a package or something?”

Cy grimaced shaking his head. “I gave my word to my big brother Ice and that fucker that owns the realm behind me. You daughter killed one his archetypes. The Fucker asked for the Jackal be let go and given to them as payment to keep the peace between our realm and his.”

I looked him up and down. “You think your god or something now? Is that it?!” I asked him.

Cy shook his head. “No. I’m just trying to keep the peace and avoid starting up the Frost war again.”

I rolled my eyes and looked at the portal. I pointed a finger at it. “That fucker is going to come back around here. You think you can keep him safe from me burning his ass when I see him on sight?”

Cy glared at my profile. “I’m not protecting that asshole. But, you can’t burn him. He and the others from the other invaders are off-limits. It’s a peace agreement.”

I smiled. “Hmm. Okay. I get you little brother. I get you. Invader Jackals can go run wild in my backyard because you say so?” I said and started chuckling at him as he stared down at me. I stared at him. “Are you done?”

Cy nodded. “I’m done.”

I pointed at the portal. “Destroy that portal along with every other portal in this realm. I’m done dealing negotiating with these invading assholes.”

Cy stared at me. “Sergio! I can’t do that man.”

I smiled. “Oh yeah. You can’t do that can you. Looks like you tied yourself up pretty good and now your no damn use to anybody. Alright. Listen up, kid. You ain’t my Daddy. You ain’t running shit in this realm. This is my realm. The Elders run this shit little brother. We just allow you to live here. You ain’t even old enough to talk back to your own kind yet. So don’t go wagging your dick around me when your balls haven’t dropped just yet. Give me your damn sword.”

“Ah! Man. This shit sucks!” Cy sighed but he held out his sword.

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The sword changed as I took it in my hand to my liking. I nodded. “You better get going back to city. Your warrior days are over. Leave your elders to protect our own backyard. Don’t worry. You won’t have to break your word but I ain’t having no shit head Jackal or invader piece of shit fucking around in my backyard. I’m fixing to clear up all this misunderstanding right now and you can believe that shit. Now get!”

Cy put his hands in his pockets and turned and started walking back toward the city. He disappeared as the other Blood Hounds got on their bikes. “Head to the other portals and destroy every single one of them.”

The Blood Hounds slapped their fists to their chests and then started up their bikes and headed off. I turned toward the portal holding the sword end toward the portal and fire and lightning launched out of the blade hitting the portal and it was destroyed on contact. I smiled. It took a bit of time. But, somehow. I got almost everything I wanted.

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Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 6

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JON

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I had made it out of the city in a fucking cruiser I had boosted just before I made it to a exit road out of the city. I had beaten the fuckers hunting me. I had beaten the clown Kings of Newark. I had beaten him. Terry Sergio was fuck out of luck. I was just minutes away from making it to the exit portal out of the realm.

I finally I sighed in relief. Finally at last I relaxed in my seat. In a manner of minutes I was going to get the fuck out of this place and make my tour of the known realms. I was going to get power. I had information and a few toys I knew a few in the known realms would pay big ebs to get. I was going to get even with the assholes here. I just had to bid my time. I was going to…..

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I heard the sound of cycles now. I stomped my foot down on the accelerator paddle. Damn. Damn. Fuckers wouldn’t quit. I was close though. I could hear the hum of the portal up ahead down the road over the hill. I just had to stay focused. I was getting the fuck out of here. Fuck em. I didn’t do shit to deserve this shit. I didn’t make that bitch sell her body. I just acted as a middle-man using the Nomads law against them. Sore fucking losers. The Bitch had a choice. I didn’t force her to do shit. Fucking Hobo barbarians. I raced on ahead over the hill and I saw a figure standing with a sword by the side of the road. I hadn’t seen him once in all life in the dream realm not even once. But I knew who the fuck he was.

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Cy. The HeavyMetal dragon of lightning and Iron stood but his focus wasn’t on me. He was staring at the assholes behind me. I remembered the peace agreement between him and the Frost God. I felt my cruiser boosted up and start to speed up racing on ahead. I flipped him off before I raced on ahead toward the portal laughing my ass off. I had won. I had won. I raced on ahead into my future. I looked back once to see the portal close behind me and Terry Sergio hop off his cycle along with the other Nomads as they faced off against the alien coward. Fuck em.

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Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 5

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JON

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I throw another can of gas down the street. I was down to one now. The streets were filled with the gas and the screams of my crew all running for their fucking lives from the dogs of the Kings of Newark and him. I used the time get my breath back. The fucker was coming. He didn’t stop. He just kept pace.

I didn’t know who or what the fuck he was. But, fucker knew me. I shouldn’t have entertained the conversation with him a few hours ago at the club. The conversation had just been a trap. But he let his mask down for second when he thought I wasn’t looking. I saw what he wanted and I ran.

JON!!

SHIT! I took off. I heard him coming now. My lungs were burning. My feet hurt. My head hurt. My heart hammered against my chest but I kept pushing. He had to give up. I just had to make it out of the city. Once I was on the road in the Outlands I would race to the portal out of the dream realm.

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I came to a stop and stared at the Nomad Blood hound for the Kings of the Nomads. As he stared at me over his shoulder. Holy shit. No. No. He said nothing. He didn’t have to say anything. It was the end of the fucking line. He was a wall in my way. Everywhere was a wall of smoke. No it couldn’t end like this. I didn’t even know the reason why I had pissed them off. I drew my mini P9 and aimed it at him. “Back off fucker!”

He nodded to my right. “Authority is waiting for you up ahead. Take the bridge to the Outlands.” He said.

I frowned at him. “Your helping me. No fucking way.”

The Blood Hound smiled. “Sergio doesn’t want the Authority to get you. They’ll only put your ass in the Pin. He wants to burn your ass for selling that girl to the invader trash. Either way your not getting past me, Jackal. If you surrender he said he’ll make your death quick.” He said.

I ran for the left. I could make it. I could make it. I just needed to keep running. That fucker was twenty years older then me. I could out pace him. I just had to keep going. There had to be away out of this. Damn it. Debra. This was all that fucking bitch’s fault. I was going to survive. Fuck Sergio! Fuck the whole damned dream realm. They weren’t going to beat me.

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Terry Sergio: burning Bridges episode 4

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Debra

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I was sat down in a steel chair in front of authority officer with dark sunglasses and a direct stare. “I am Officer Judge Bran Rafe. Please state your name and business or job.”

“Debra Sergio. I work for my elder as assistant and maid.” I said.

Judge Rafe frowned at me. “I have a Debra West, profession model on your legal ID. Is this correct?”

I shook my head. “No. My name was changed along with my profession a few hours ago and anything relating to the name and file will have to be updated. I’ve already given my statement about what happened. Is there anything? If not, I would like to be taken to my cell to await my trial.”

The Judge stared at me intently behind his mirrored dark sunglasses. “Sergio! I take it that Solo agent Terry Sergio has adopted you as his daughter?”

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I felt my heat in my cheeks and as I glared at him. I nodded stiffly. “Yes. May I go to my cell please.”

“One moment.” The Judge said before getting out his datapad and quickly looking through something before he looked back at my file on the desk. He frowned. “On your file it says you are nineteen.”

“Yes I am. Sergio is well into his early thirties and old enough to be my father or elder so I fail to see the point in the question and I haven’t been mated. So I’m still am a underage. It doesn’t mean I’m a child. I just don’t presently have any rights or can own anything.”

“Hmm. Understood. Would you please surrender your lightning sword to my keeping for the moment.” He said. It wasn’t a question.

I shook my head. “That’s not in the cards for me. Sergio told me not to fight you until he handled the affairs concerning what happened to me. I am un able to form it let alone defend myself if you so chose to attack me.” I said feeling on edge after having to admit the truth.

“Hmm. Understood. Where is your former in employer/adopted father?” The Judge asked.

I clenched my teeth. “Red District on Old Block Wood 27th street.”

The Judge came up from his seat and waved me up. I bowed to him and came to my feet keeping my distance and my head lower then his and not looking at him directly. He stared at me with a stone cold face but it still felt like pity.

I could feel my face flushing. “What the fuck you looking at Authority?” I said but even to my own ears my voice was soft and barely above a whisper. Damn it.

“Nothing at all Miss Sergio. We will handle the matter that happened to you presently and your former employer/adopted father will be judged properly before the day break.”

I balled my fists together to keep him from seeing me shake at the sound of his voice. Damn it. He waved me toward the door. I didn’t want to move in front of him. It put me off and it was against everything of how I was taught. I had to force myself to move carefully toward the door. It was noisy and a lot of talk going on outside. I saw news footage on a big vid screen as a series of explosions went off and people running and then I saw the camera man point the camera toward the sky and symbol of Red Wolf head flashed from a search light.

Holy Shit! One of the Kings has called a holy war. I jerked my eyes away from the symbol as I felt The Judge behind me notice the vid footage.

“Alexa. I need men on the fucking street now. King Fish has called the Nomads to a Jackel Hunting party. Sammy take Miss Sergio to my office and watch her until I get back with Sergio.”

I frowned wondering how Sergio was going to get me out of this mess if he could.

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Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 3

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Terry

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It was an interesting story leaving me with more then enough questions and hunger to solve them. I just had a problem as well. I didn’t think I would get to solving half of the dozen questions swimming in my head.

“Well that sounds like a confession to me.” Officer Winks said rising up from one of my chairs he had his service P9 ready but it was pointed down at my floor. “You’ll be coming with us and be judged for your crime.”

I sat back in my seat reaching inside my suit pocket for my cigar and lighter. I stopped the recorder on my desk with a finger. I lit it up as they approached Dedra. She looked like she was about to get into a fight. I pointed a finger at her. “Are you a Nomad still?”

Debra frowned. “What?!”

“From your story I got the impression that you grew up in a Nomad culture. Is that right? Your a Nomad right or was that a lie? I mean it’s okay if your pretending to be a Nomad.”

“I am Nomad. I ain’t pretending to be nothing. I am what I am.”

I nodded. “That’s sad. I almost wished you had lied for my own sake of mind. You came to me for help. You’ll get your help and then some. You’ll go with these gentlemen to the authority station and I’ll handle you case from now on. No funny business.” I said.

Debra frowned at me.

I glared at her. “You’ll do what I tell you. You really don’t have a choice. Your wanderer on the roads looking for help. You got my help. Miss Debra Sergio” I said.

Debra flinched back but then held out her wrists for Officer Winks. I raised an eye brow. She blushed but she nodded. She looked down and offered her wrists to him. “I surrender to your handling and I won’t fight you.”

Officer Handy looked at me. “What the hell is this?” He asked me.

I shrugged. “She’s going along with you. I’ll handle her case. She won’t fight you. She isn’t allowed to because I told her too.” I said.

Officer Handy opened his mouth and then closed his mouth. “Sergio. What the hell is going on here? We’re taking this woman in. She’s headed into the Pin for-“

“-She isn’t legally a woman and you can’t charge her for being under the authority of her elder who used her as a sex slave. You should know the Nomad cultural laws Officer Handy. I believe it’s the first law of the Nomad culture.”

Officer Handy stared at me rolling his eyes. “Put the cuffs on her, Officer Winks. We’re done here playing games with this Solo agent.” He said dismissing me.

I smiled saying nothing. They would find out soon enough.

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Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 2

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Something was wrong!

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I felt weird. The Jon had finished up apparently faster then I had expected. He had rolled off me quickly toward the over side and started coughing. I frowned looking down at myself. I hadn’t even gotten my under wear off. No. This wasn’t right.

I felt it. My body didn’t feel right. My heart was racing and skin tingled with lightning energy. Shit. I rolled off the bed as I felt the room seem to shift. I got to my feet on the solid carpeted floor of the hotel room. I looked at the Jon as he stood up slowly naked. He seemed a lot taller then I remember and his body was a lot more darker.

I snickered lightly to hide my fear. “Your a new arrival.” I said my heart was racing.

“What?! No. What are you doing? I paid for a full night. We haven’t even gotten started. A deal is a deal.” He said and my vision shifted again as he tried to use his powers on me.

I shook my head focusing my power into my hands and snapped my fingers. The sword came fast to my hands forming from my hands. I glared at him. “The war is over. Cy and Lightning Baby negotiated a peace pack with your kind. Back off!”

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The room was getting darker as the Jon started whispering sweet nothings in the air. I could see a strange blue black smoke in the air. It smelled like some type of drug. I was starting to get light headed. I put out my hand and blasted the asshole in the direction I heard his voice coming from.

He went flying back knocking against the wall. The smoke faded as the room became more filled with light from the nightstand lamp. I glared at him. “I don’t want no trouble. I know what you are and why you tried to attack me. The war is over. It’s peace time.”

“Peace?! There is no peace. As long as the alien insults the Lord God of Frost. I was right about you. You used to be a soldier in the frost wars.”

I shook my head. “I wasn’t no damned soldier. Your people tried to invade my home and killed off my pack. I killed as much of your own. Eye for an Eye and shit. Leave me the fuck alone. I was a fucking kid. I had no choice.”

He laughed in an echoing voice and his eyes blazed red and black fire energy. Fucker bounded toward me throwing a fire ball in my face. I blocked it with my sword. He was on top of me then. I kneed him in the nuts making him scream from the blow and the lightning energy I put into it. His hold on me loosened I thumbed him in the eye before I head butted him on the nose hard. He rolled off me to his feet and opened his mouth wide.

Fire gathered inside mouth as he prepared to blast me with all elemental energy inside his body. I couldn’t block that shit. Once it touched me I was dead. I didn’t think. I just stabbed him in the mouth with my sword and I stared down at him as he gabbed on my sword trying to remove it but it wouldn’t be removed. I cursed getting my clothes on fast as he fell to the floor and started dying fast. I heard feet running down the hallway toward the room. Someone was coming fast.

Shit. I withdrew my sword from his mouth as the authority knocked the door down. Fucking shit. I ran for the balcony and dove off the side. I used the sword to create a lightning rope to swing down to the bottom. I got up quickly as I heard shouts and authority cruisers coming for me. Damn it. This was bad. I took off running.

It had been long time sense I had killed but that had been in the frost wars when that fucking alien had tried to take over the dream realm. This was different and there was a peace pack between the Cyberpunk dreams and that asshole.

How the fuck did they find about me? This had to be a set. I needed help fast or I would be headed to a one way trip to the Pin or banishment from the dream realm.

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Hot Damn! It’s a good time to be alive part 1

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Strange times we’re headed into again I’m reminded of the 2021. The clock goes back in my head. A time I actively chose to live each day like I’m here. I’m alive and I’m here for the smoke, the conflict and the comedy.

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Life. The good, The bad and The in between moments we’re all embarrassed that five year old child called us on our bullshit. Life is worth living. Even in those moments life appears to have not a damn meaning at all. Life is worth living to achieve what you value the most to do. What value the most to put your heart into.

Why?!

Because I said so.

I believe so.

Because that’s the secret. We all keep going on this road because the sets of beliefs and philosophy handed down to us and the gems we find along the way that keeps moving. Anybody that says otherwise is can go fuck him, her and itself back to the shit hole they came out of. I don’t want to hear it. I fight against anything that drags me down and away from the belief I hold while I’m living on this spinning mud ball of a crazy, beautiful world.

Warm Regards

The Problems of being an old fuck and lessons.

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This some real shit.

This is the shit you got to deal with my dude. Yes it is true.

The funny thing about getting to be an old fuck is that the shit sneaks up on you at times. Granted I’ve enjoyed the benefits of taking care of myself well enough so I don’t notice this shit that much fucking hell the struggle is real.

  1. Straight every day all damn day.
  2. Fuck feel good food. Try food that doesn’t fuck your shit up at night.
  3. Find out your blood type and what you have to eat to keep your shit good.
  4. Water. Drink it.
  5. Juice fast once year. To clear out all the fucked up shit in your body already.

On the real if your not yet old fuck Do this shit before you hit forty before forty back slaps your ass on the way over the hill

Warm Regards

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Astro Bros. Episode 3

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Largo

Omarion had a funny smile on his lips and he was just staring out the window. I had offered him a cigar but he had shook his head. He didn’t even want a beer or burger. He just wanted a job.

“Was it that bad inside?” I asked but the second I did. I felt like dumb fuck for even voicing the question.

Omarion didn’t react right to my voice. “Yeah. I can’t go back. I’m never going back. I would go live in the outlands or as close to The Rim as I could survive. I ain’t never going back.” He said.

I turned my attention in front of the cruiser. I brought my finger to the dash board screen. I brought up the message board on the city Runner-For-Hire site. I went to our contact page to look at the message I got from the client. There was a timer for him to arrive at the gas station. He was due for a few more minutes still but he should have been here already for the orange level weight of the job. “Where the fuck is this dude?”

“He’ll show up or we’ll get a lead. Somebody is coming in.” Omarion spoke softly.

I frowned turning hearing the weird tone in his voice. I wondered about it. The crusier was a dark cherry red model with a white X painted on the hood and driver’s side door. “He’s nomad. Don’t know the symbol though. Do you?”

“No. But, I know the face from somewhere or I might know his old man. Stay tight.” Omarion said as the young nomad pulled up along side his side. “Tell me your story. Maybe I can help.” He said.

“I’m Nate. You O who likes to read law books at night on Pin block 9?”

“Yeah. You got me. How’s your Pops? What can I do for you young blood?”

“My Pops is dead. I need a lawyer and Solo operator on the low, you dig me, OG?” He asked and looked nervously at me.

“Yeah. Feed me, the story. Oh he’s my brother. I’m with you, young blood. Tell me the story. I’m with you. My condolences about your Pops. Fox put me on the square and told me, the real deal on how the world works.”

“I had a sister. Shelby Blue got hooked up with a rival enemy to my pack. He swore he was on Jones for her. Pops left her in his hands when he got sent to the Pin. Things went to shit two months Pops was in. We found her on the border of the Outlands and the State line. Her eyes were blazing Red. Fucker said, he didn’t know shit about it public at court. Law dogs say he ain’t do it. But fucker did it. Pops came back and went on sucide run on his ass. His body….they dropped off his body on the door to my trailer with a note. Let it go or your daughter is next. I can’t do shit. I got a little one and three boys that haven’t taken the rite of passage. My pack is small and afraid of him. He keeps hunting around our baby girls.”

“What do you want us to do?” I asked him.

“I want you to skin his bitch alive and put one in his ass and between the eyes but I just want him to go the fuck away from us. We don’t have the pull to get authority to send the Judge on his ass. Can you do it?”

“Give me a name young blood. I can make em go away for you.” Omarion said with smile and hint of danger in his voice.

“Archbold Whitehall. He’s got a brother that’s corporate and Sister to one of the Kings. He works in the red district on 6th.”

“Fucking hell. ” I cursed. “Your better off asking us to take on The Judge himself.”

“Archbold Whitehall. Alright bet. Payment is 10k ebs half now, half later and a favor for my brother over here. Give me a week to get the case on afterward you won’t be seeing or hearing from Archbold Whitehall again you can bet your credits on that shit. You feel me?”

“Bet. OG. Pops said, you would a real one if I was in a pinch. Give me your account number. I’ll wire you half the credits now and other half after the job is done.”

Just like that we were now in the black market game.

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ASTRO bros: Episode 1

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Largo

I waited for Omarion at the gate to the pin with my back to my black cruiser. I looked down at my wrist watch 9:37 a.m.

“What fuck is taking them so long?”

I heard the grind of the gate start to slide open. I looked up to see Omarion dressed in a black suit with a black cap on and scarlet tie. He had a black right eye and bruised left cheek.

Omarion still managed a half sardonic grin as the gate finally cleared for him to leave the hell hole of the Pin prison building. He started forward moving with even steady steps. At least he wasn’t limping.

He made his way over toward me. This fucker was on some bullshit. I couldn’t help grinning. “Fucking asshole how was hard labor in the mines?”

Omarion grinned. “Fucking easiest exercise routine for twelve months. I got the fucking guns from the shit. What’s up bro?”

We slapped hands shook and I took him up in a tight hug and slapped his back. I noticed then that his body was a lot leaner though I felt some hard labor muscle from his arms. His work in the mines had kept him working but it had also taken something out of him.

We moved apart and I looked away as Omarion wiped his face and chuckled. “Damn. I missed your funky colone. You got any spare sunglasses on you bro. The sun is freying my eyes. Working in the mines pretty much fucked up my eyes for a bit.”

I reached into my suit jacket pocket and passed him sunglasses. “I figured you might need a pair.”

Omarion quickly put them on and sighed. “Damn that is a whole lot better. You got any jobs lined up?”

I smiled. “A few seconds out of the pin and already looking to get to work again. I do. I got a list of them on my computer in the cruiser hop in I’m driving though. What happened to your face?”

“I’ll tell ya when we’re on road back to the city. Largo. Thanks for waiting me and-“

“-Don’t start that shit that’ll only piss me off even more. Just get in the cruiser, big brother. We got a lot of catching up to do.” I said hoping into the driver’s side. I started the cruiser just as Omarion got in and I took off toward the main road back to Newark City State.

I put on some music that Omarion liked while I raced along the road in silence. Omarion was staring out the window looking at the city with a funny grin on his face that only grew as we road along closer toward the city. “Who fucked up your face?”

Omarion sighed. “Kang Cooper came to my cell just before they let me out. Cooper wanted to let me know one more time Peaches is off limits. Fucking bullshit games. That’s why I was late.”

I managed not to react right away. I was quiet. “So are you going to start fucking with her again?” I asked carefully.

“I never started fucking with her from the jump. I told you, she’s crazy. Peaches has her head into the fucking mystic bullcrap, star signs and all that shit. She came at me because of my birthday and our name. I wasn’t even checking for her ass and I never once even fucked the chick, bro. Word is bond on that.”

I nodded my head. “Yeah. I know you didn’t. You wouldn’t lie about that but are you planning on fucking with her at all or are you just planning on avoiding her? O. Give me the truth brother.”

Omarion sighed. “I plan on getting on with my life and avoiding Peaches, Cooper and his brats for as long as I’m alive. There is nothing between me and Peaches. She’s just a crazy executive with a weird hobby of trying to predict destiny by looking at random stars in the fucking sky. Confronting her or telling her to fuck off is what got me put in The Pin and ended my career in the private security forces. Nothing left for me to do now is go back to the beginning or try to design my own profession in the Underground Trades. I had some time to think about what I’m going to do with my life.”

I sighed. This was going to be complicated but fuck it. “Alright. I’m down with you bro. Where do you want to start?”

Omarion smiled. “It’s getting late. I think we’ll reach the red district by 8pm. Despite all this bullshit I’m feeling lucky. Neon Station should be a great spot to start.”

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Astro Bros: Episode 0

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Omarion

I stood facing the gate to my cell door waiting for it to open. I had been waiting for an hour now sense I got up. I been waiting longer to leave the fucking hot box pin for much longer. I had counted the days every morning  by chark marks on the wall next to my bed for this day and all I needed them to do was come open this fucking cell door give me walking papers so I could get the fuck out of here.

My mornings had been the same for twelve months and sixteen days I been sent to the pin. I washed up with a bucket and rag. I had short water supplie provided for the day. I spent my mornings in my cell eating my bread and bean soup then I exercised and studied from law & case books I had earned by trading my knowledge of numbers and book keeping.

In the afternoon I worked for several hours in the mines clearing out diamonds that would used for detapads CPU chips and to run crusier system computers. It shaved off time to my sentence because of the plea deal I signed fourteen months ago.

At night just before lights out I read my physical paperback books my brother sent me. I couldn’t get a detapad shipped in not that it mattered. I wasn’t going to allowed to own or use one when I got out. My choices for employment were limited.

I had repeated this pattern for days and months without fail for this very moment. I had just marked off my last week. It was time. But, still they haven’t opened the damn closed cell door. Something was off. It was quiet. Too quiet.

I heard someone coming. I frowned at the sound of boots. I got up from my bunk as my cell bars slide to the right. I waited. I picked up my chunk and started crushing it in my hands. I waited my heart was in my ears.

I wasn’t surprised when a tall mohawk asshole with red eyes dressed like a biker smoking a cigar now faced me. He was the older son of K. Cooper, the Fixer in Red District that had put me here, in the pin.

“Kang Cooper. I never thought I would see you here. I thought this was last place you ever wanted to be. What in the hell are you doing here?” I said and immediately wondered what in the fuck was going on. “I stuck to my end of deal. What the fuck is this?” I asked but I had pretty good idea what the fuck it was. I just hadn’t thought I would dealing with it now.

Kang snorted blowing smoke in my face. His eyes glowed with elemental fire. “My Pops wanted me to remind you again keep to your own lane and stay the fuck away from Mom’s side. You feel me?!”

I nodded. “Yeah. I already got that the last time he burned my ass before I got sent here. I ain’t fucking with his baby Momma not that I ever was just to keep it on the Rim. You mind getting out of my way.”

I woke up when my head was knocked back against the wall. I fell to the floor. Fuck I hadn’t seen the punch coming. It was crazy how fast Cooper and his boys were. He hadn’t even used his element in the punch. It had been pure youth and raw enhanced mutant speed. I was to old to be fucking with these young thugs one on one.

“You ain’t my Pops. Take the bass out your voice when your talking to a real one ya Dig? I think you need a proper re-education on who your betters are old man. I aim to give you that lesson in full.”

Holy fucking shit. I didn’t have time for this shit. I had a life to get back to living. I looked up at Kang as he stood in my way from freedom and gaining my life back. “Last time Jr. Cooper. Get the fuck out of my way or I’m going to fold your ass over like two dollar credit ebs bill.”

Kang opened his mouth but I was already up moving fast him off guard. He swung on me but I was already catching his arm and using his speed to threw him over my shoulder and hard against the wall. I closed the cell door on him as he came up to his feet reached for me but I was already moving out of his way. I looked up at the Camera to see it focused on me.

“My Pops is watching you. He’s going to make you pay for this shit law dog.”

I stared up at the camera. “Leave me the fuck alone Cooper or I’m going to break my foot off in your ass. I went easy on you kid today but not again. I ain’t security anymore. So leave me the fuck alone or I’ll make you wish I hadn’t just ignored you.”

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