Chapter 2:

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Entry posted by Blakeway · May 16, 2014

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[Tyron]: Episode two, Monicas. Just got out of jail, this feels like some trap, but whatever. I had to go to the airport again, a friend of mine was coming from NYC.

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I met my friend Sidney at the arrivals section. White security guards and cops were everywhere. Had to keep low profile since that witch Meg arrested me for no good reason.

[sidney]: Ah, so you came, Tyron. Willem's plane is about to land.

[Tyron]: Yeah, Skywest, right?

[sidney]: No, fool. JetBlue, he's coming from JFK.

[Tyron]: Right...

We heard on the speakers: JetBlue flight 9525 from New York-John F. Kennedy International Airport has arrived at Gate 8

We waited around thirty minutes, and we finally saw him coming our way with a huge bag on his right shoulder. He put his bag down and we shook hands.

[Willem]: Hey Monicas! What's up?

[sidney]: What the hell's on your head, Monica?

[Willem]: Quit "Monica" me, hommie. This is to protect my hair. Got a new haircut, don't want it messed up.

[Tyron]: Looks like a condom. Still as cautious as always, huh?

[Willem]: Yo Tyron, what's going on?

[Tyron]: Got out of jail this morning.

[Willem]: Ha! What did they got you for this time?

[Tyron]: Fake charges, the usual.

[Willem]: Damn that sucks...

Simtropolis International Airport is not far from Downtown, located partly on an artificial island built by Mexican workers in the early 20th century.

[sidney]: Seems like the STPD got something against you Tyron. Anything you wanna tell us?

[Tyron]: What's this, yo? Quit with the questions, I have nothing to blame myself for. I'm clean, these guys are just harassing me for no reason.

[Willem]: There's always a reason, even if it's silly, trust me.

[Tyron]: What are you even on about, Willem? Jeez. How was NYC?

[Willem]: Ah you know...

[Tyron]: I don't, hence why I'm asking...

[Willem]: Well uh, got in some trouble, that's why I'm back.

[sidney]: What kind of fuss?

[Willem]: Beat up some lowlife prick in the Bronx the other night. Think he was linked with the mafia. He said something about Thamus, wasn't too sure.

[Tyron]: Don Thamus? The Thamus crime family?

[Willem]: You know them?

[Tyron]: You fool, of course. They're the mafia 'round here in ST. You should remember them...

[Willem]: Nope, they any dangerous?

[sidney]: Relative. Anyways, keep moving, these security guards are looking at us suspiciously, three black guys talking around a bag and stuff.

[Tyron]: You're not black, paki.

[sidney]: I ain't no paki, fool.

We left the airport and went to Sid's car in the parking lot. We took the airport's tunnel and went towards the projects, our hood. More to follow, nuckas.