The ride to the airstrip was quick, and I spent that whole time goin’ over everything in my head.
By the time I got there, the jet was already waitin’. I stepped on without sayin’ much, took my seat and leaned back while the door closed behind me.
Soon as we lifted off, I leaned back in my seat and stared ahead, but my mind wasn’t on the flight or how long it was gon’ take to touch back down.
Then that name Kwest and them the two niggas that was with him was on my mind.
I sat here for a minute, rubbin’ my hand over my beard while I let all this shit settle in my head.
I was locked in on all three of them niggas, and what I was gon’ do when I got in front of ’em…
The Chop Shop
As soon as I touched back down, I went straight to my chop shop without stoppin’ nowhere in between, ’cause if I was gon’ bring them niggas in here and finish this the way it needed to be finished, everything had to already be laid out before I even went back to Greystone.
I pushed the door open, stepped inside and locked it behind me before I dropped my bag on the table and unzipped it. I started pullin’ everything out one piece at a time.
I set my straps down first and checked every single one of ’em, poppin’ the clips out, countin’ rounds, rackin’ ’em back, and settin’ ’em in a clean line where I could grab whatever I needed without thinkin’ about it twice. After that, I moved to the rest ofthe shit I was gon’ need once they was in here, pullin’ out gloves, fresh black bags and layin’ everything out.
I grabbed the blades next, and ran my thumb along the edge just enough to feel it scratch my skin then set ’em down right where I wanted ’em, lined up with the rest of the shit.
I pulled the extra clothes out the locker and tossed them to the side so I could change when it was time, then I stepped back and looked over everything again to make sure it was exactly how I wanted it.
I stepped back and looked over everything I had laid out, makin’ sure it was all where I needed it to be, ’cause once them niggas got brought in here, it wasn’t gon’ be no pauses. I already knew all three of ’em wasn’t leavin’ the same way they walked in.
By the time I was ready to go back to Greystone, it was already a new day. I pulled my phone out and called Pressure while I stood here, already knowin’ he had his part lined up, but I still needed to hear it from him before I moved on.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“I’m at the shop,” I told him. “Everything ready on my end. Where you at with it?”
“On my way to the jet,”
I hung up and called Kay’Lo next, and he picked up on the second ring.
“We lined up,” I told him. “The jet ready, so we gon’ meet at the strip and go from there.”
“A’ight,” he said, and that was it.
I slid my phone back in my pocket, took one last look around the shop, then grabbed my bag and headed out. I locked everything up behind me and got in the car, drivin’ straight to the airstrip.
By the time I pulled up, Pressure was already there, leanin’ against the jet like he had been waitin’ on me, and Kay’Lo wasn’t too far behind him.
We got on the jet, took our seats and let the silence sit for a second.
I leaned back, restin’ my arm on the side while I looked ahead, already knowin’ once we touched Greystone again, it wasn’t gon’ be no playin’ around.
That’s when I noticed Kay’Lo lookin’ all crazy and shit.!His face shifted outta nowhere, like somethin’ hit him, and he rubbed his face slow before lookin’ down for a second.
“Nigga… what the fuck wrong with you?” I asked, turnin’ my head toward him.
He kept rubbin’ his face like he was tryna clear his head before he answered.
“I forgot somethin’.”
I frowned, not likin’ how that shit sounded.
“What the fuck you forgot?”
