This is the fourth issue of Volume One: Clean And Serene.
Clint walked down the street, with his left hand in his pocket, and the other holding an empty can of Coke he'd just finished. He walked across the street to go throw it in the trash. He clenched his hand, crunching the can together, and threw it in the bin. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Clint, rooted around there until he finally found the phone and pressed "answer".
"My nigga!" a voice laughed.
"Oh, hey, Marlon."
"How ya doin'?" Marlon asked, pretty excited.
"I'm good. I'm just taking a walk, y'know."
"Ay, listen, why don't 'chu step by my crib later? I got a lil' somethin' for you."
"Uh, sure. I can come now, if you want. I've got nothing better to do." Clint said.
"Aight, cool, see ya then. Peace!" Marlon said, before hanging up.
Clint whistled a taxi over, whom he sat himself inside.
"Hey, can you take me to Justice Street?" Clint asked the taxi driver.
Clint paid the taxi driver, and stepped out of the car. He walked along the sidewalk, and up an alleyway until he found the familiar condo.
He rang the doorbell, and as per usual, the thug came and opened the door.
He inspected Clint carefully before yelling at Marlon.
"Ay, Marlon, 's dat new whiteboy!"
Marlon came down the stairs and put a hand on the thug's shoulder.
"I'll take it from here."
The thug backed off, and walked away.
"So, you wanted me for something?" Clint asked.
"Yeah! Yeah, wait 'ere." Marlon held up his pointing finger to signal Clint to stay put, as he went and checked a closet. He came back with a baseball bat.
"Okay, here's the deal. Some wannabe niggas are tryin' to blackmail our ass. Spreadin' rumors about my business, y'know what I'm sayin? So, I need you to go teach them mothafuckas a lesson. You take this, and do what you gotta do. They'll know not to fuck with us again. Aight?" Marlon said, holding forth his bat.
Clint accepted the bat.
"You got it."
"I knew I could count on yo ass! They just down on Riddon Street. They be called Big Ty and Maurice. Now go get 'em!"
Clint made his way to Riddon Street, where two guys were smoking by a car playing loud music.
There was a big guy, with sunglasses and a white hoodie, and a skinny guy with a blue vest.
"You guys Big Ty and Maurice?" Clint yelled at them.
They turned to Clint.
"Yeah. Why?" the big one, presumably Big Ty said.
Clint walked closer to them, showing off his bat by patting it in his hand.
"You better stop spreading rumors about Marlon Wood's business. That will have consequences. And I'm here to show you those consequences."
"You believe this cracker, Maurice? Chump tryna be all cool."
Clint frowned, and swung his bat at Big Ty's stomach. He fell to the ground and screamed in agony.
Clint focused his eyes at Maurice, who had a frightened look on his face. Clint looked over to the car, and swung his bat at the windshield.
"No! My fuckin car!" Maurice yelled.
Clint swung it once again, now at the hood.
"Hey, stop it!"
Clint then took a final blow at the radio, shutting the music off.
"FINE! We'll stop, okay? Just leave us the fuck alone, psychopath!" Maurice shouted in desperation.
"Don't fuck with Marlon." was Clint's final words, before leaving the scene.
Clint rung Marlon's doorbell. This time, Marlon opened.
"You took care of our... problem?" Marlon asked.
"Sure did. Didn't even have to hurt them that bad, pussies gave up immediately." Clint laughed.
"Shiiit, man! You a good dude, Clint. That's why I want you to meet somebody. It's an old friend of mine. Come on." Marlon said, walking out of his apartment, as Clint followed him.
"So, who is this "old friend"?" Clint asked curiously.
"Some dude I've known for a while. We call him "Old timer". His name is Curtis though. You can call him Kurt, he don't like his name much." Marlon explained.
"And why are we meeting 'Kurt'?"
"He's kinda like you. I think you two would get along."
"Oh, really?" Clint asked, doubtfully.
"He's stone cold, just like you. Everybody's scared of him, y'know. But I don't think you the kinda guy who pisses his pants over a spider on the wall, y'know what I'm sayin'?"
Clint and Marlon arrived at a a pretty busted up wooden house. It was dark green, with paint flaking off the walls. There was, however, a car outside the garage.
Marlon walked up to the door, and knocked three times.
It took some time, before the door opened, and a man with a navy blue jacket and cornrows tied together on each side looked sternly at Marlon.
"What?" he simply asked. His voice was deep and emotionless.
"I want you to meet a homie of mine, come over here, Clint!"
Clint walked over, and Kurt inspected him thoroughly.
"Man, you bringin' me a lil' pipsqueak?" Kurt laughed.
Clint raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, no, no! He ain't no pipsqueak. He fought off those polish dudes, and scared off them bustas messin with my business. He's a cold killer, just like you. Thought maybe you'd have some use for 'im."
Kurt looked at Clint again.
"Is that true, kid?"
"Well, to an extent, yeah."
"...To an extent?" Kurt asked confused.
"Oh, don't be shy, man. He's a good dude. You won't make a mistake."
Kurt rubbed his goatee.
"Fine. I'll give you one shot. But if you another one of these weak-ass chumps, I don't wanna hear from you again, you hear?" Kurt said, with a finger in Clint's face.
Clint pushed away the finger.
"Alright, let's go. There's a package I need to deliver but I could use some backup." Kurt said, as he got in the car.
Marlon was about to join, but was stopped.
"Only me and the kid. I don't need any more." Kurt explained, giving Marlon a doubtful look.
"Fine. See ya later, homie." Marlon did a sign as a goodbye, and walked off.
"You know, I mostly work alone. I've experienced a fair amount of rats in my time, and I could go fine without more. Don't think you and me are pals. You gotta earn my respect. And even when you do, I'll still be watching you. Understood?" Kurt looked at Clint.
"Aight, let's go. The place isn't far."
Clint and Kurt arrived at the place. It was behind an old convenience store no longer in use.
There were no one there at the moment, so Kurt lighted a cigarette.
"So... you think this will go smoothly?" Clint asked.
"No idea. You never know. I've learned that shit the hard way. I'm pretty sure I've been shot a million times by now. That's why I always wear this." Kurt opened his shirt slightly to show off a bulletproof vest underneath.
Just then, a red sedan arrived. Out jumped two guys. One of was a strong, bald hispanic man with a black jacket. The other one was rather skinny and had long, curly brown hair. He had a shirt with a Batman-symbol and red-tinted glasses.
"You got the stuff, Curtis?" the skinny fellow asked.
"Stop fucking calling me that, Pedro. And why'd you bring the mexican?" Kurt said, slightly angered.
"Hey, hey. First of all, I'm mexican too. Okay? Second, you didn't answer me. Do you got the stuff?" Pedro asked again, irritated.
"Yes, I have it. Here." Kurt walked up to Pedro, and gave him the package.
Pedro put the glasses on top of his head, and looked at the package in excitement.
He ripped it open on the spot, and took out the bags of weed, and sniffed them.
"Oohhh! This is some good stuff!" Pedro said, acting high.
"Come on, let's go. We done here." the strong hispanic man said.
"In a moment, Pablo. In a moment." Pedro was enchanted by holding the drugs in his hands.
Clint and Kurt looked at each other, both weirded out by Pedro.
"Well, we're gonna go. Good luck with your life, "mexican"." Kurt said sarcastically.
"I AM MEXICAN!!" Pedro yelled after them.
Clint and Kurt got in their car and drove off.
They arrived back at Kurt's house.
"Well that went better than expected." Clint said.
"It did. Pedro is one special son of a bitch,"
"I wanted to test you, y'know, but you didn't utilize fully, so I'll hit you up some other time, and we'll do some shit. Alright?" Kurt asked.
"Sure thing. I'm looking forward to working with you, Kurt." Clint smiled.
- First appearance of Big Ty.
- First appearance of Maurice.
- First appearance of Curtis Huston.
- First appearance of Pedro.
- First appearance of Pablo.
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