[d20 Modern] Gangs of Texas [PG-17] IC

Mike'll talk to the cops and tell them whatever they need to know, but he's a bit impatient to get out of here. (He tries not to let it show but he wants to go find out who the F*ck just shot his Father!! Then hurt them. Badly. Then kill them. Then hurt them some more. Then kill them again. If he's still mad he'll kill them once more just to make sure. Then go write a song about it.
 

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Ben Taub Hospital
Texas Medical Center


"Guess I should have read the fortune cookie sooner, " Carlos jokes, folding up the painkiller prescription and putting it in his pocket. "I just wonder how long this will take me out of my research. Who gets shot at two different times in their life and lives to tell about it?"

Carlos is just grateful he made it out fairly ok, grateful for friends, and grateful he wasn't sitting a few tables over where Mr. Mathews was. With as many bullets being sprayed around the resteraunt as there were, he's thankful more people weren't wounded. Still, Carlos berates himself for not getting a better look at the driver, or even doing anything except blathering on like an idiot and having flashbacks.

While he was lying in the hospital bed, Carlos remembered more of his incident as a kid. The subsequent days after he was shot were a blur. He'd wake up erratically from his medication, have a few brief minutes to see his mother, father, and/or tia. It was worse when he'd wake up and they'd be asleep. All the lights would be out and he would try to move his leg. It itched. Oh God, and sometimes it burned. But there was nothing there but a little stub of a leg four inches below his crotch. That was all they could save.

Damn Fifth Ward. Anywhere else and the ambulance would have gotten there sooner. He might have gotten to keep his leg. But everyone is too afraid. They probably drew straws to see who got the duty of picking up another corpse.

No. That was the bitterness coming back. I won't give into that again, he told himself, while he was lying there with a slow-drip catheter in his wrist and watching the feet scramble back and forth on the other side of the curtain.

"Well Amy, you wanted me to stop by the ER." Carlos smiles, trying to find the good in the situation. Having never been around the ER so up close before, he then does something Amy might chide him for later. He pulls a buisness card from his wallet and writes his cell number on the back. Moving over to Mathew's bed, he'll leave it with the man's personal effects.

If Mike is there, Carlos will try to speak to him. Otherwise, he'll head out to talk to the cop.
 

Ben Taub Hospital
Texas Medical Center


Mike is just on his way out when the man enters the room.
"Look man, I aint signing no auto.. Yo wait, you onea the guys from Fu Kim.." He looks around for no apparent reason, then steps forward to greet him. "Names Mike, Mike Matthews. Hows it going, man? Other than getting shot, that is.."
 
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Ben Taub Hospital
Texas Medical Center


"That's right. Carlos Munguia, nice to meet you Mike. I guess I'm doing as well as could be expected. This is actually the second time I've been shot, " Carlos grins and lifts his pant leg a few inches to show off the wooden prosthesis, "Look, I know exactly what you're going through, and what he's going through. Now's probably not the time to talk it all out, but call me. Here's my number."

Carlos hands him the buisness card face down so the blue-inked number is facing up.

"When they gave me this leg, I wanted to spit on them. I wanted to kill the people that did this to me. Maybe, deep down, I still do. But that's no way to live your life. Your father will be in my prayers, my friend, and so will you."

Carlos points at the buisness card again, raises his eyebrows, then turns to leave, silently whispering a thanks to his tia.
 

Mayes Tenement Building
Fifth Ward
4:15 pm


"The only thing we can do, old man," T-Bull answered, standing up and moving over to peek out the window. "Kick 'em out of our neighborhoods. These the guys who did it? Lobos?" He pulled a small sliver in the curtain, just enough to take a glance through before turning around and heading towards the door.
 

Mayes Tenement Building
Fifth Ward


"What?!" The old man stared at the window. "Who...who's out there? All of you got to leave now. Get out! Before...before they think I'm part of your group. You look like panthers...you need to get out now!"

He grabbed his daughter, holding her to him. "You've gotta git on out now...I only got two granddaughters..."
 
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Mayes Tenement Building
Fifth Ward


"We ain't no Panthers, and I'll make that right clear to those guys out there," T-Bull explained as he waved Malcolm and Lamar over to the door. "Just think about callin' me and lettin' me know what gang-ers are living in the building. It's not gonna be safe while they're still here." The big man nodded grimly, opening the door and stepping out into the hall to wait for the two boys.
 
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Mayes Tenement Building
Fifth Ward
4:15 pm


Malcolm feels the adrenaline rise as he walks out of the old man's room. He tries to put on his game face - but this is no game. When he gets into the hall, he asks T-bull, "Okay, T, what's the plan? You want me to head outside first?"
 

Mayes Tenement Building
Fifth Ward


"Naw, I'll go first. You guys just back me up," T-Bull instructed as they walked down to the front door. "Don't make any quick movements. We don't really want to fight 'em if we can avoid it - there's probably a dozen more of 'em hangin' around nearby." Frowning, he paused for a moment.

"I'll just tell 'em they better start clearing out, because we aren't gonna stand for this hurt anymore."
 

Mayes Tenement Building
Fifth Ward
4:20pm


Outside the streets are disturbingly empty, except for the three youths standing on the other side smoking alot more than cigarettes.

The one on the right leaned against a lamppost. Lightly tanned skin, he had a fuzz of hair growing on his previously shaved head. His dark eyes glanced over the street while he flexed his formidable muscles reflexively.

Soft spanish passed between them, punctuated by some derisive laughter.

The shortest one rubbed his shaved head where the a red bandana covered it from the heat of the sun. His dark eyes spied the door opening and he spoke something to his companions, but they only gave it a slight glance before continuing their conversation.
 

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