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Monday, December 26, 2011

ITS GOIN DOWN part 1



[ITS GOIN DOWN!!!] part 1
THE SOUNDTRACK...
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"Man fuck this shit."
Smokey Red as he was called was walking around the table talking to the men and women who stood in the darkened room where the only light came from a bulb that was powered by a battery.
On the table in front of him was a diagram of the city he was in.
"Okay we have effectively shut this motherfucker down my brothers and sisters. They have canceled all cell phone service and internet access so noe we got to resort to the old ways and just do this thang. We do have old C.Bs, walkie talkies and shortwave radio and the movement seems to be spreading to other cities in Amerikkka and abroad. The downtrodden shall be downtrodden no more."
The people in the room erupt at this and began to congratulate each other and cheer until Smokey Red spoke again.
"Okay thats enough of that. Shalonda and Velv have you been keeping up with the supplies for  the masses? We dont want innocent men, women and children to starve to death out there."
At this Shalonda and Velv step forward and begin to lay out what is happining on the street and Smokey Red listens yet his mind is moving at a much faster pace and he also is drawing up more plans and thinking of the fact that they will have to stay on the move...stay ahead of the government.
All of a sudden one of the brothers, a foot soldier bursts through the door and everyone pauses and reaches for a weapon before he is stopped by one of the inner guards.
Smokey Red waves him through. This man had to come through many layers of guards before he reached here and his message must be urgent for him to have made it this far.
He immediately walks to where Smokey is standing and begiins to tell him that one of the buildings about 3 blocks away has been occupied by government snipers and that they are shooting random people from its windows. No one seems to know how many of them there are and the only way that they could have gotten into the building is from below...through the sewers.
Smoked Red contemplates this for a minute before he grabs his Desert Eagle and walks to the door. He is immediatly surrounded by his people and they tell him that as their leader he should not go to the battlefield...that he is to important. He looks at them and says "I have been on this battlefield my whole life and I have not died yet so if I die today it was meant to happen."
On the way down he uses his two way radio to place a call.
"Big Ed."
"Yeah Red."
"Big Ed you ready?
"Yeah Red. We locked and loaded and ready to roll and rock."
"Good cause I am on my way down." He reaches the bottom of the stairs and walks out of the door into the sunlight and none of the guards stop him, his name precedes him. He walks over to the side door of the storefront next door and enters This storefront is actually a warehouse and it is rather large and inside there are about 50 men standing ready. Most of these men are former soldiers and a few of them come from the F.O.I. and various other aspects of the movement. Rastas and a few brothers from Africa.
They have been honed into an extremely effective military unit and they have been tested and proven.
As soon as he enters they all load onto trucks and fourwheelers and motercycles and Red climbs into the armoured vehicle in which Big Ed sits with three other soldiers and starts to talk over the mic and his voice echoes into the warehouse.
All right fellas its go time. He gives orders as to where each unit should go. They will take various routes which will put them into close proximity of the building which is being occupied.
The shield which covers the storefront is raised and they all proceed onto the street and start to split up and Red settles back and thinks of a plan.
After about 15 minutes they reach the area of the building and depart from the vehicle.
Red was in the army once and he knows that this thing is going to have to be done on foot.
They reach the area of the building and he sees bodies in the streets...an old man...a woman whose skirt rides up around her waist showing her privates. She wore no panties.
One of the brothers moves to cover her up and his brains erupt from his head as a bullet seems to come from nowhere. There is no sound of a gunshot.
Red immediately signals for the men with him to stay against the wall and on of them hands him a semi automatic rifle.

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