We got into the rough part of town. We see the graffiti walls of the buildings around us. Loud music playing on the porch of their houses. Jenny’s black Cadillac drove smoothly on the road.

“He’s name is Escobar Christopher Garcia…. he’s the leader; the big boss… he has three other brothers dealing around LA…” Jenny said to me; my eyes were wondering through the neighborhood.

“He’s an arrogant bastard… racist; sexist… everything…” Jenny muttered again. “He always has his so called posse around 24/7… Big buff guys… his bitches…” Jenny snickered. She slowed the car down as we reached these old empty warehouses. We saw some shiny parked cars and thought it must be them.

There were three guys standing in front of the rusty door; eyeing us in the Cadillac; their hands were already reaching for their guns. Jenny parked her car and turned the ignition off. She turned and faced me; excited. This is her type of thing. She loves this type of stuff… when shit is about to go down; she’s like a kid in a fucking candy store.

“You’re ready?” She asked me.

“Yeah… are you?” I asked her back.

“I was born ready for this…” She said and got out from her door. I wanted to roll my eyes at her but instead I went out. I was quite anxious about the unplanned meeting. I know Jenny will do the talking first; she will lay down all the usual stuff and if we see some; something is not right… I’ll start talking.