Eddie dreamed big...Bigger than his possibilities. He was now at 37, nothing more than a crackhead...dirty, washed out, jobless and addicted. He had been married for awhile, even had a kid, but had lost both of them due to his addiction. He had had a pretty decent job too at one time, but had lost that..He didn't even have a decent place to live most days.. He stayed with one bust out friend after another...drinking, smoking, getting high and dreaming of a big payday and the status of "neighborhood legend"..Tonight...was going to be his big night. Little did he know...by the time tonight was over, his actions would effect the life of a man named Chris Thompson...A man he'd only heard of and never met in a way he'd never imagined...
"You're late...You can't be late when we doin somethin like this." snapped Eddie.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch Eddie, I had to get some heat and two more guys." said his partner, Little Arthur Washington...the only experienced heistman in the group.
"Two more guys? Man, I don't like a lot of people in on this." said Eddie.
" Do you think you gon take down Greasy Jake's place with just the two of us?
That place is heavily guarded...He's got two people on the front door and at least
one guy in the back..Now if everything goes according to plan...we'll catch em sleepin and take em fast." said Little Arthur.
"Okay Artie...Who are the guys?" asked Eddie.
"You know em, Falcon and Sonny Byrd." said Little Arthur.
"Falcon? That drunk?? and Sonny Byrd?? I heard he was dead.." exclaimed Eddie..
"Nah that was Southside Sonny....Sonny Byrd is still very much alive." said Little
Arthur.
"Okay...now look..I done stole the Pizza delivery truck...They order food every night around 12:30....We gon wear these uniforms and pretend like we deliverin
Pizza..When they open the door...you throw the guns on em...Falcon and Sonny
will disarm em and we'll rush the place. The take could be close to 100G's man...That's enough for us to live well for a lonnng time baby." said Eddie.
"I know dats right...come on man, let's do this." said Little Arthur Washington.
For a heist so well planned, how everything could go so wrong was beyond imagination. The Pizza Delivery truck pulled up to the drug house...Business was brisk that afternoon, with people coming and going ,copping and flowing into the night. Eddie knocked on the door and announced that the Pizza was there.
"Man, we didn't order no pizza...we ordered chinese food tonight, you got the wrong place." came the voice.
"Chinese Food??...Well this is a Chinese Pizza." said Eddie.
"What? get the hell out of here, aint no such thing as a Chinese Pizza." said the
voice.
"Sure it is.. and that's what you ordered." said Eddie.
"Man, take a hike...we ordered from the China House..That car says Chuckie's
Italian Pizza."
"Come on man, sample this Chinese Pizza...it's the best in Philadelphia."
"Man ,I aint gon tell you no more.. we aint ordered no Chinese Pizza...now get
outta here."
"Aww Come on Bruh, Once you eat Chinese Pizza, you never want nothin else.
Ah bet'cha momma like it too." said Eddie.
"What? , What you say bout mah momma?" said the voice which now had a face as the angry man snatched the door open....
'"Give it up Jack..You know what this is" said Eddie as he put a .38 to the head of the doorman...
What Eddie didn't know, what he couldn't know is that there was a man in the
upstairs window with a rifle and he fired one shot...hitting Eddie and killing him instantly....Little Arthur and Falcon began shooting at the front door and killing the man at the door...Two men came from around the back and started firing at the Pizza truck....Sonny Byrd fired his .357 magnum at the
man with the rifle in the upstairs window...He hit him and the man fell out of the window and into the street...Falcon fired at one of the two men from the back..He missed, but they didn't...They both riddled him with bullets, killing him instantly.. Sonny Byrd fired at one of the men...He hit paydirt again, killing him . The other man turned and fled. He didn't want to battle with Sonny Byrd's
"You're late...You can't be late when we doin somethin like this." snapped Eddie.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch Eddie, I had to get some heat and two more guys." said his partner, Little Arthur Washington...the only experienced heistman in the group.
"Two more guys? Man, I don't like a lot of people in on this." said Eddie.
" Do you think you gon take down Greasy Jake's place with just the two of us?
That place is heavily guarded...He's got two people on the front door and at least
one guy in the back..Now if everything goes according to plan...we'll catch em sleepin and take em fast." said Little Arthur.
"Okay Artie...Who are the guys?" asked Eddie.
"You know em, Falcon and Sonny Byrd." said Little Arthur.
"Falcon? That drunk?? and Sonny Byrd?? I heard he was dead.." exclaimed Eddie..
"Nah that was Southside Sonny....Sonny Byrd is still very much alive." said Little
Arthur.
"Okay...now look..I done stole the Pizza delivery truck...They order food every night around 12:30....We gon wear these uniforms and pretend like we deliverin
Pizza..When they open the door...you throw the guns on em...Falcon and Sonny
will disarm em and we'll rush the place. The take could be close to 100G's man...That's enough for us to live well for a lonnng time baby." said Eddie.
"I know dats right...come on man, let's do this." said Little Arthur Washington.
For a heist so well planned, how everything could go so wrong was beyond imagination. The Pizza Delivery truck pulled up to the drug house...Business was brisk that afternoon, with people coming and going ,copping and flowing into the night. Eddie knocked on the door and announced that the Pizza was there.
"Man, we didn't order no pizza...we ordered chinese food tonight, you got the wrong place." came the voice.
"Chinese Food??...Well this is a Chinese Pizza." said Eddie.
"What? get the hell out of here, aint no such thing as a Chinese Pizza." said the
voice.
"Sure it is.. and that's what you ordered." said Eddie.
"Man, take a hike...we ordered from the China House..That car says Chuckie's
Italian Pizza."
"Come on man, sample this Chinese Pizza...it's the best in Philadelphia."
"Man ,I aint gon tell you no more.. we aint ordered no Chinese Pizza...now get
outta here."
"Aww Come on Bruh, Once you eat Chinese Pizza, you never want nothin else.
Ah bet'cha momma like it too." said Eddie.
"What? , What you say bout mah momma?" said the voice which now had a face as the angry man snatched the door open....
'"Give it up Jack..You know what this is" said Eddie as he put a .38 to the head of the doorman...
What Eddie didn't know, what he couldn't know is that there was a man in the
upstairs window with a rifle and he fired one shot...hitting Eddie and killing him instantly....Little Arthur and Falcon began shooting at the front door and killing the man at the door...Two men came from around the back and started firing at the Pizza truck....Sonny Byrd fired his .357 magnum at the
man with the rifle in the upstairs window...He hit him and the man fell out of the window and into the street...Falcon fired at one of the two men from the back..He missed, but they didn't...They both riddled him with bullets, killing him instantly.. Sonny Byrd fired at one of the men...He hit paydirt again, killing him . The other man turned and fled. He didn't want to battle with Sonny Byrd's
lethal aim.
Little Arthur Washington sat in the front seat...half of his head blown off...and very, very dead. Sonny Byrd pulled out a flask of gin...took a healthy swig...looked around...then got out of the truck and walked away...Not a scratch on him...
The entire heist was a disaster.
The next day, Chris Thompson sat in his little office with a beautiful Asian woman, his assistant , rubbing her legs and smiling at her when his main man,
Slackjaw walked in his office.
"You don't know how to knock?" snapped a visibly irritated Chris.
"Man, we got trouble..you heard-" said the excited Slackjaw.
Chris put his hand up, which meant for Slackjaw to stop talking... He told the young Asian girl to wait for him downstairs and she promptly left.
" Some yokels tried to take down one of Greasy Jake's safe houses last night."
said Slackjaw.
"I heard...I heard they all got killed. They didn't get a dollar. " said Chris.
"Man, Greasy Jake is slippin...he didn't have good enough muscle on that house." said Slackjaw.
"So what? That's his business...He'll still have my money...so what? Let him deal
with his people." said Chris.
"Chris man, you gotta get on top of this...make him an example." screamed Slackjaw.
"An example?? He didn't lose a penny and besides we are just providing him with a product, a product for which he pays me generously...I don't have to be all up in his business like that." said Chris.
'Aww man, people in the streets are thinkin that you're gettin soft man, they
don't see you around no more." he said.
"They aint gotta see me..I don't care about what people think in the streets , that's you man...All I care about is making this money and stayin out of the slams.." said Chris.....but he wondered to himself if maybe he was beginning to care about more.
He was tired of the petty beefs , the need to be the top dog, having to flex all the time and constantly worrying about what the damn "streets was saying" He thought about his boy, Chess and how he lived an honest life..how he didn't need bodyguards and how the police had no reason
to ever want to arrest him. He longed to live like Chess. The Police didn't know his name yet,but it was only a matter of time before they did and before they started setting traps to take him down like they did Eric Slaughter a few months before. That old player had stayed in the game wayy too long Chris reasoned..Why not get out while he was still on top. Chris grabbed his
Blackberry..He called Greasy Jake.....Then he called his friend, Chess.
Little Arthur Washington sat in the front seat...half of his head blown off...and very, very dead. Sonny Byrd pulled out a flask of gin...took a healthy swig...looked around...then got out of the truck and walked away...Not a scratch on him...
The entire heist was a disaster.
The next day, Chris Thompson sat in his little office with a beautiful Asian woman, his assistant , rubbing her legs and smiling at her when his main man,
Slackjaw walked in his office.
"You don't know how to knock?" snapped a visibly irritated Chris.
"Man, we got trouble..you heard-" said the excited Slackjaw.
Chris put his hand up, which meant for Slackjaw to stop talking... He told the young Asian girl to wait for him downstairs and she promptly left.
" Some yokels tried to take down one of Greasy Jake's safe houses last night."
said Slackjaw.
"I heard...I heard they all got killed. They didn't get a dollar. " said Chris.
"Man, Greasy Jake is slippin...he didn't have good enough muscle on that house." said Slackjaw.
"So what? That's his business...He'll still have my money...so what? Let him deal
with his people." said Chris.
"Chris man, you gotta get on top of this...make him an example." screamed Slackjaw.
"An example?? He didn't lose a penny and besides we are just providing him with a product, a product for which he pays me generously...I don't have to be all up in his business like that." said Chris.
'Aww man, people in the streets are thinkin that you're gettin soft man, they
don't see you around no more." he said.
"They aint gotta see me..I don't care about what people think in the streets , that's you man...All I care about is making this money and stayin out of the slams.." said Chris.....but he wondered to himself if maybe he was beginning to care about more.
He was tired of the petty beefs , the need to be the top dog, having to flex all the time and constantly worrying about what the damn "streets was saying" He thought about his boy, Chess and how he lived an honest life..how he didn't need bodyguards and how the police had no reason
to ever want to arrest him. He longed to live like Chess. The Police didn't know his name yet,but it was only a matter of time before they did and before they started setting traps to take him down like they did Eric Slaughter a few months before. That old player had stayed in the game wayy too long Chris reasoned..Why not get out while he was still on top. Chris grabbed his
Blackberry..He called Greasy Jake.....Then he called his friend, Chess.
(To be continued....)
16 comments:
WOW, Way to start the weekend Keith!
Wow...A lotta action in this one..Can't wait to see what's next!
I love it..A Chris Thompson Story for a change.
Wow...A shootout and Chris's position threatened. Love it..Can't wait to read the next part.
I don't trust that Slackjaw charactor. I going to see how this
plays out.
At first I thought Eddie was going to be a new charactor..I didn't know that this was another Chess and Chris story. Can't wait for the second part.
This was a surprise...Didn't expect another story for awhile..Was expecting more poetry.
Loved it. Loved it, Loved it..Waiting with baited breath for the next installment.
As I've said before, I'm not a big fan of The Chess- Chris storyline, but I sense that you're about to take this storyline in an unexpected direction...I'll wait before passing judgement.
What a great surprise..I expected
a few days of poetry..and you hit us with a blazing shootout..Nice!!
Your writing is so cinematic..I almost feel like I'm right in the middle of the action.
Man, I gotta admit, I wasn't expecting this.. "Eddie's Last Heist" was explosive and hillarious
at the same time...LMAO @ "Chinese
Pizza"
Excessively violent..but as Sunflower said..It seems like you're going somewhere with this..
Can't wait.
Great Story Keith! Better than anything on TV right now!lolol
will Chris and the Asian Girl get up under the sheets in the next story?
Thanks for the love fam...This is the beginning of the rise of a new player....As You'll see as this tale unfolds..When the smoke clears...Well I'll let you guys read..I won't say anymore.
This was just a little teaser.
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