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her hands on her hip and explained with the other. Right after he spotted the car he stepped off the sidewalk and started walking in its direction. Faith and I lagged behind and continued to ask Sherelle question after question. Then all of us stopped at the edge of the side walk and watched brick make his way towards the police car. I thought now this nigga gone fuck around and catch a case on the house. So what happen to the rest of the crew?"

      "Burden, Religion, Glory, and Justice ran to my house. That's how I knew to call y'all. I gave them my car and they said they were going to look for Equal."

      "What he wasn't with them?" Faith looked shocked. She knew he hadn't been home but a couple days and already he was getting in so much trouble.

      "I didn't see 'em."

      Famous face brightened in the dimming sun light as soon as he seen Brick crossing the street and walking in his direction. He could tell Brick was highly up set seeing him sitting in the back of the police car. It wasn't like he wasn't upset himself. Beads of sweat trickled down Famous face and his nose. Instinctively he looked on the ground for something he thought might been hard enough to break the glass. "I bet I could do it and get away before the police knew what the hell was going on." Brick thought passingly. Brick could even see Famous' face swollen. It looked like he'd been beaten up by the police. "What the fuck is going on?" Brick thought. He wanted to pick something up off the ground and bust the window out and set his friend free. Brick couldn't figure it out himself, why he was always feeling heroic when he knew none of that shit he seen on television worked in around here.

      Right then a light clicked on in his head. There was all type of hard headed shorties standing around throwing up gang signs at the police and cursing them out. Brick thought he could give one of them a hundred dollars to help him out. A hundred dollars went along way too? That's all a shorty needed to buy him a fresh pair of "Michael Jordan's" sneakers.

      Famous tried to talk to Brick but he couldn't understand what it was he was saying. All he understood was Famous kept pointing his head in the direction of the baser who was talking to the police. But Brick paused momentarily to look in the police direction. He wasn't like he was trying to give them a good description in case he had to dip hisself.

      Instead he walked towards the sidewalk where a group of shorties were standing. He quietly scanned the faces of all of them to see which one of them was the best one to approach - about making this money he had in his pocket. "That one," Brick pointed with his eyes. "The skinny one standing at the edge of the sidewalk look like he with whateva." Brick thought. He didn't look like he knew better.

      "Aye shorty, check dis out." Brick whispered to the shorty what he wanted him to do as he cut his eyes at Famous and the police. Famous twisted in the back seat now trying to see what the hell Brick was doing. "The girl! The girl!" Famous screamed. "What the fuck is she telling the police?"

      When Brick saw how the shorty looked at him he raised his offer to two hundred dollars. He had to put some more juice on it. Something the shorty couldn't refuse.

      The shorty looked up at Brick and said nothing, just a questioning look. Brick had to force hisself to smile. Then he looked back at Famous, who was still screaming.

      "You see that police car over there?" Brick pointed with his eyes. The young boy started to point but Brick deflected his hand.

      "Don't point." Brick warned and the young boy looked away in embarrassment.

      "The one with Fame in?"

      "Yeah dat one. I'll give you two bees right now if you go open the back door and let him out." Brick's voice drifted off wistfully.

      "My nigga I'll do it if y'all put a young nigga down." The young boy said. His comment caught Brick by surprise. This was going to be easier than I thought." As the young boy turned and walked down the length of the sidewalk Brick stood up. He tried to tell Famous what the lick was but it was obvious he didn't understand. All Famous kept doing was shouting back at him.

      "Shorty right there gone open the door for you, run to Sherelle's house…" Brick's mouth moved but no words came out.

      The young boy stood at the edge of the sidewalk with his back turned towards Brick. He turned and gave Brick a brief glance and then daunted in to the road where the squad car held Famous prisoner and without any hesitation he opened the back door. Brick suddenly got a startled look. He couldn't believe. "This 'lil young ass nigga did it like a foo!" Before the police knew anything Famous bolted out the car running like a mad man. Somehow Famous managed to put his hands in front of him which made it easier for him to run. Everybody standing around went berserk. Even the police went crazy when they realized what was going on. They came from everywhere and tried to catch Famous but it was too late.

      "Stop!"

      "Stop! or I'll shoot!" The police screamed. But famous kept on trucking with the young boy right on his heels. Famous never stumbled, he better not because his life depended on his accuracy to stay on his feet.

      "Brick!" Faith yelled as he made his way across the street. "What happened?" Faith questioned.

      "Anyway rules - who followed them?" That's all Brick could think.

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