[A man sits behind a long dark red conference table typing on a laptop, flanked by TV screens. Three large screens show CNN, FOX, and MSNBC on one side; on the other side are The Bloomberg Terminal, WRAL’s Local Crimes web page, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, along with a bank of CC TV screens.]
“Information is power, people. Being ignorant and acting ignorant won’t propel our movement forward. ‘Cause you see, the *man* has the system rigged, but if you become educated about *their* system, and learn to use their system, it is to your advantage.
“Ever notice that most of the people who pimp the stock market are white? Yeah… *They* gamble, and it’s all legal. Look how much they gamble — all day long, nobody goes to jail for that &#!+, but let us play spades for money and they want to throw our ^$$@$$ in jail.
“They sell drugs and it’s legal. All day long selling drugs in a — get this — ‘drug store’; advertising on TV and everything — legal! We can’t sell a blunt without us being slammed against the ground and having our lives taken if we protest too much.
“So guess what? We will use their system AND our system; our system to get the investment capitol so we can use THEIR system. That’s what our senior counsel has been planning, and that’s what we will do. That’s where you come in. Welcome to the inner circle.
“Rita wants you to take over where we left off. We are what you call Senior Management, and you are middle management. We’ve trained you and watched you take over what we started in the projects. Now that you’re educated and have your business degrees, we expect our investments in your education to pay off so we can stop getting our hands dirty.
“North Durham is our next expansion area. Rita and Lotto were looking at a house for sale in that neighborhood when they got jumped. A nice quiet neighborhood that we can use as a base of operations for that expansion. You see, the nice middle class families in that area deserve our services too.” He grinned.
“You know those family men’s wives don’t treat them right, so we’ll give them a little something they can pay for to make up for their deficits. Karen?”
A beautiful woman in a dark red business suit pulled her tinted glasses to the tip of her nose.”Cut?”
“Organize your girls to provide those services.”
“Of course,” she said, pushing her glasses back up her nose, uncrossing, then crossing her legs in the opposite direction.
“Thank you, ma’am.” Cut smiled.
“Curtis. The ladies would like to make their high-end purchases at a discount, so we’ll provide a suitable retail establishment to make house-calls and home-deliveries.”
A man with a bald head and white beard rubbed his beard. “Yes sir. Consider it done.”
“Thank you, sir.” Cut said with a smirk.
He looked at a monitor on the seat next to him. “That leaves you, Nomad. The teens… they want to get high and party like everybody else. We can provide them with quality products on the down-low so nobody gets sick, and nobody gets caught.”
A computerized voice responded. “We already have assets in place at Carrington High School. We’ll build a reputation with discounted sales and infrastructure there and expand.”
“Excellent,” said Cut, as he rubbed his hands together. “Rita gets out tomorrow. She’ll be pleased to hear of the plans and progress.”
“What about the boy who claims to have taken out Lotto. Do you want us to get rid of him?” asked Nomad.
“I’m going to handle that item personally,” he said as he looked at a CCTV screen showing JET’s front yard. “If we take him out, it will bring too much attention to our operations. We don’t need that kind of heat right now. We must be about the business of the business. We’ll call this business expansion code name “ND-X” short for North Durham Expansion. Nobody is to know about this level of our operation but the people in this room, Nomad, and Rita. Now, lets get busy…”
JET (The Hero) 