It'll trickle down they said. Give money to us and it will come to you. They fed us lies. And we ate them up. We ate them like a stray dog who found a steak. Now look were we are. The first slums have come about, and now there expanding. I live in the second slums. I am a member of the yashi-torino. A gang from the first slums whove spread into the second slums. We'll do pretty much anything for anything for money. Often times taking, unsightly, jobs. You're probably thinking of the worst things. And we do worse. Kill. Mame. Torture. Nothing is out of payment. Absolutely anything. This is how they set us up. I'm just trying it make it out of it.

BANG BANG BANG

A knock on my door. I ignore it for now.

BANG BANG BANG

I suppose I should answer it.

"Who is it" I say looking through the peephole, I see two men dressed in suits made of some fancy fabric, I cant tell, its synthetic as you can see some of the stitch lines still, maybe this is all they could get nowadays I havent seen one of these guys in a while a nice car, pearl white, Is parked behind them.

"We're told we can licit services from you" - He said in slightly pitched up tone of voice

"from who"

"Gary" - He said confidently

"Come in"

"Pieces on the table-"

"We dont habe any"

I point my gun at him gesturing to prove it. He lifts both sides of his coat showing no gun. While its there more places he can be hiding I must believe hes here for legit reasons.

"We need someone to be how youo say gone"

"You need me to kill someone"

"No actually we just want you to make them leave"

"By force"

"No"

"why do you need me"

"We need as you we have to have a stranger"

"You got money?"

"In my wallet, plenty"

"Give it to me"

"Okay"

"This isnt enough"

"Whats your fee"

"whats in his pockets?

His friend looks at him and gestures that he should give me his money. Amazing I don't even need to point my gun.

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"Thanks I'll need a car, can I have your keys"

"now hold up that is a 250k dollar car"

"Yeah" "Keys give them to me"

"No, that is to much" - He says sternly

"I wasn't asking" - I say gripping my gun, theres 4 shots in it its all I could afford. But thats 4 more than them.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing"| - He say frightened he turns to his partner who is shock, clearly never been in a situation like this before.

"Yes"

"I'll be happy to kill you both and take it" "Im giving you a chance" - I say offering them a lifeline

"Fine" - He says, shaking.

He tosses me the keys

"Thanks.""Whats your names by the way"

"tom chase" "walt fitzgerald"

Curious I thought, I hoped not, its not the chase family

"Any relation to chase bank" - I said slightly nervously

"No"

"Good" "I can kill you and no one would miss you"

"see heres the thing, I let you guys go, and you immediatly tell the cops, all of sudden im on the run, so I'll let you say a few last words"

"NO PLEASE DON'T PEOPLE WILL KNOW"

"No they won't"

I put my finger on the trigger, I'm ready to pull it, these nasty nasty, motherfuckers, they drove a 250k car through a neighborhood that cost 10000$ to build, if that, that car can go to help so many people, yeah bullshit theres not enough money for us, its up there, somewhere. Instead of trickling down, the glass got bigger, its time someone, knocked it down.

I pull the trigger, his partner rushes me, I panic, I shoot three shots aimed at his chest. One scrapped his leg, one got him in the chest, and one grazed his left calf. The one in the chest was enough. Someone heard thay. I might have to move. But this the slums, the police wont be here for another 20 minutes if that a drone is the scariest thing, as they might get here quicker and after that I have time. Thoughts racing I looked outside. People were walking. he gunshots were a everyday thing. I realized. Everyone's used to them. The only problem. The rotten stench of the body. I empty their pockets. Tom had a knife, guess he was too scared to use it, lucky me, I still would've killed him in the end. I've killed so many people for many. Why did these feel different? Is it because I was taking their money? I took a unwilling persons life. These guys knew where they were going and didn't have any sort of protection. I would have been stupid to not rob them. That must be it. I still don't feel good.