Free Wrong Step (Urban Fiction): A Sinister Syndicate Thriller by Kyle Robertson Page B

spoke once more.
    “Thanks for the visit, and it’s nice to meet you, Tyler. I know I push things, but you’re going against an international drug syndicate with soup jockeys; be careful.”
    Sheddi smiled, and assured her.
    “I’ll be careful. Remember, I’m bulletproof.”
    This was the time Moira wanted that claim to be true.
     
                                                                                                            ~~~
     
    They rang Reggie’s doorbell when they returned. Osei let them in, because Reggie was at work.
    “How is your friend?” Osei asked.
    “Feisty as ever. That bullet never fazed her attitude.”
    “She’s Irish,” Tyler said. “Bullets won’t have the audacity to break her spirit.”
    Marnu walked over.
    “As long as Salom doesn’t hit me again, I can pull this off.”
    “Sorry, Marnu. That hit was a delayed reflex,” Salom said. I know you don’t mean it, but that hit wasn’t malicious, it was female prerogative. I’ll control it from now on.”
    “Let’s test it,” Tyler said. “Call her a skank ho, Marnu.”
    Marnu was apprehensive about the name calling.
    Tyler looked at his hesitation, and spoke.
    “This is an act, and you’ll be on stage with your co-star who promises not to hit you.” He looked at Salom. “Right, no bodily harm?”
    Salom walked over to Marnu.
    “No bodily harm. Call me a skank ho.”
    “That’s not the point. You hit like a bunyoro. My maame told me to never call a woman out of her name, and you proved it las night.”
    Salom pinched his arm hard.
    “I may hit like a rabbit, but I pinch like a scorpion. Your mother won’t care, we’re acting. Call me a skank ho!”
    Salom could pinch, so he blurted.
    “Stop pinching me, skank ho!”
    She released him, and looked at Tyler.
    “I think we have it.”
    As Marnu rubbed his arm, Tyler went to him, and said.
    “At least she didn’t hit you.”
    Sheddi grinned at them, but she had to check all her low lux filters. She wouldn’t take pictures with the lights on. This mission was definitely not going to be child’s play.
    Tyler saw her check her equipment, and began to map out the plan to the key participants. They had until seven to practice their infiltration opus.
     
                                                                                               ~~~
     
    “Actor, it’s the director. Where are you?” Tyler called to Marnu.
    “Across the street. I’m sending Bunyoro in.”
    “You’re getting away with calling her rabbit?”
    “We’re acting, right? When have you ever seen a hooker go by her real name?”
    “Point taken, but if she hits you afterwards, I won’t protect you.”
    “I can take a bunny punch, but that scorpion pinch is another thing.”
    “Just stay sharp. The police will be there at seven forty, so start at seven fifteen. Nine one one is a real joke in Queens, so put on a show. We’ll be in when the cops divert the snipers. This will work.” Tyler was assuring Marnu, but secretly, he was assuring himself.
    It was showtime. Marnu sent Salom across the street to set up, and waited behind a building.
    As Salom got to the front of Round Rasta, another prostitute greeted her.
    “Hey, you new. Whas yo name, boo?”
    “I’m Bunyoro. Is this block good?”
    “Bunyoro, I ain’t neva heard that name before. Where you from?”
    “Africa. A bunyoro is an African rabbit.”
    “Bein’ African, and not a bush bitch will get you hoppin’ on a buncha johns.” She put out her hand. “My name’s Swizzle Stick because I can swizzle a stick. Where’s yo pimp?”
    “He let me out by myself tonight. He was just here to protect me. I love my pimp.”
    “Yeah, I bet he promised you a car, or some acting career. Trust me, girl. Pimps are dogs. I’m just doin’