Wednesday.

I called Chance over.

The same eight youngins from before followed behind him, and stopped again just out of earshot, while he kept walking toward me. Same as before.

"It's on. Friday night. The cut. Just us."

I knew Rico and Remmey talked business out there every Friday night. Every Friday night. Had been doing it since I was a kid. Everyone else knew not to go back there during that time, so I knew there would be no interference. But I also knew that I would need at least one other person with me to take out Rico and Remmey at the same time.

Chance nodded and walked back toward his boys. I watched him go. Chance was the only one out of all the youngins that I trusted to get a job done right the first time.

He was a ma' fuggin soldier.

Like me.