"Lately I'm not the only one, I say never trust anyone..."

                                                                                                                    -Garbage

December 9th, 1999, 2:15 AM

As darkness enveloped the streets of center city Allentown, a series of groans and heavy breathing followed the brawly beaten and bruised torso of a man named Omar, a man who in less than 48 hours went from leading the third biggest drug network in the city, to holding the record for fastest takedown of his entire crew.

And somehow it was all done by a small, stringy, slightly awkward teenage boy. Omar eventually reached his home, which was currently empty,  and went inside, locking the door behind him.

"I did not plan this well....at all." He muttered angrily to himself. He rushed to his basement where he held a small arsenal of illegal guns and ammo, his supply of drugs, all in a safe hidden behind his washing machine.

"I need to get out of here," Omar began blathering clumsily, "Hide out in Philly for a few weeks. Let that little fucking freak calm down and..."

(Partial. Full book available in print soon...)