8371/Undercurrents: K Crew Caught

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Undercurrents: K Crew Caught
Date of Scene: 17 July 2019
Location: Shredder's Warehouse
Synopsis: Shredder finds out why K Crew had a shootout with MD12 and sends a message.
Cast of Characters: Shredder, Frank Quaid
Tinyplot: Undercurrents
Tinyplot2: City Fall


Shredder has posed:
    Unauthorized fighting in a quieter part of town. Unknown reasons. K Crew was supposed to know better. When the report reached The Shredder's ears, naturally he was...displeased. He sits casually on the metal throne in the basement of an otherwise unassuming warehouse. Upstairs teenagers engage in all sorts of entertainment, free of the rules of society, enjoying the benefits of their alignment with the Foot. MD12 is not part of the Family of the underworld, and so while the summons to Nico was probably not unexpected, it's possible he's only an account to give, rather than be in any severe danger.

Frank Quaid has posed:
Nico, a tall, juiced African American man of maybe 25, strolls into the warehouse with Beats, shorter, slimmer, but wirey. They knew better than to carry coming into Shredder's turf, but still mouth off anyone who checks them. They pass the teenagers with looks of contempt and give just about any nearby Foot member hard looks. When they come into the throne room, Nico saunters up. Beats is a step behind and when they are stopped, Nico looks over and smacks Beats in the back of the head.

"Take your fuckin' hat off, show some respect," he tells Beats. Beats glowers as his hat gets knocked to the floor. He bends over and picks it up, but stays quiet. When he stands up, he watches Shredder warily.

"Yo, so you called, we're here. What's up?" Nico says as casually as he can, standing in front of the head of the Family on an iron throne.

Shredder has posed:
    The Shredder is quiet for a second, letting the antics pass, then leans forward. The uncomfortable sound of steel against steel sliding together can be heard as he folds his hands, the blades on his fists sharpening each other.

    "There was an altercation a few days ago," he says quietly, but with gravity. "Another gang outside of the family came to your turf, and you opened fire immediately upon them. Our control is preserved by the nature of giving the people who are outside of the underworld the illusion that we do not exist. When there are open firefights in a shopping center, that illusion is shattered. I want to know why you thought this was the best immediate approach to your troubles."

Frank Quaid has posed:
Nico shifts uncomfortably on his feet but does his best to keep an air of indifference.

"We keep it quiet, just do our thing on our block. But these fucking chicos come in and start saying we gotta bow down and kiss their asses or they're taking over. Saying they wanna 'negotiate'. Total bullshit," Nico says, getting heated. "Can't take shit like that. Fuckers are gettin' hungry cause crack's so fucking expensive now. You see the prices for a key? So they wanna bump us off so they do more Hook. Fuck that. So we showed them where they can shove it."

Shredder has posed:
    The Shredder narrows his eyes as he listens, the scarred left eyebrow visible. "Hook." He says the word as if requires a definition. "We will eliminate them if they are causing problems, or else let them be lost to the criminal system, whichever is more convenient." He dismisses this other gang as nothing more than something to use a flyswatter on. "This new drug, it has caused a good deal of disruption in the city. What is it and where did it come from?"

Frank Quaid has posed:
"You gonna take out MD12?" Nico says, startled at the idea. He shares a look with Beats. Both are taken aback. K Crew came up as a neighbourhood kids basically, a bottom-tier group. "Shit. Yo, Hook's the shit right now. Gettin' a key of cocaine or heroin is costin' more. But this stuff came down, like half the price cost per key of heroin and I can cut it way fuckin' down. Shit's like... super smack."

"Yeah, 'cept they come runnin' back faster. It's fuckin' gold," Beats says, enthused. Then he realizes he spoke and shuts up. Nico gives him a sharp glare.

"So like, anyone not doing smack before is gettin' squeezed, they're trying to move in and Hook's the game. It's gonna get ugly until shit shakes out," Nico continues. "But we're gettin' it same as usual, comin' down from those fuckin' chico motherfuckers in Newark, you know? But I hear they're not the only ones bringing it in," he confides. "Word is, the fuckin' Triads got it, too. It's like, comin' down all the usual pipes."

Nico looks uncertain for a moment and then ventures. "Yo, so if you're gonna waste MD12, you need someone to fill in, right? We got you," he offers. Ballsy in the circumstance, considering he could not manage to keep his own quiet corner peaceful.

Shredder has posed:
    "Do not test my patience," Shredder answers to the request from Nico. "I will not tolerate anyone moving in on our organization here. The city is settling. MD12 will learn that at the end of a blade. But you have also caused disruption due to your indiscretion in public," he says sharply. "I will not see another disruption like the one that happened the other day from you." It's not a question, clearly. You should tell your suppliers that the Foot will not tolerate them moving this new drug through any unaligned gangs, or they will be removed from circulation." He stands to his feet. "You can tell them you heard it from the Shredder's own mouth. I will not accept disorder to my operation." From the stage, he looks even taller than he is.

Frank Quaid has posed:
Nico's eyes go wide at the direction from Shredder.

"Hell no! That's asking to get wasted, I can't be tellin' the fuckin' Mexicans what to do. They'll waste my ass or cut me off!" Nico protests. Beats goes from concerned to downright alarmed. He takes a step back and away from Nico.

Shredder has posed:
    Shredder leaps off the stage, right hand snatching out for Nico's collar as he lands in front of him. He pulls him close, the blades on the right hand naturally coming up against his face. "What did you say to me?" he growls.

Frank Quaid has posed:
"Holy shit!" Beats says and scrambles backwards a few steps. He looks at Shredder and Nico and licks his lips.

Nico shakes visibly. "Yo, yo, yo no disrespect, man, seriously," Nico says, eyes wide as saucers. "They'll kill my ass if I go tellin' 'em who they can supply. They're crazy fuckers, I don't wanna get done" he stammers out.

"Naw man," Beats says carefully. "You're a fuckin' coward. This is the Family, yo, you do what you're fuckin' told."

An element of disbelief creeps into Nico's face. "No, no, he's full of shit," Nico says quickly to Shredder. "You're full of shit, Beats! Don't act all fuckin' tough, you know what they'll do."

Shredder has posed:
    "/I/ am telling them who they can supply," Shredder says. sharply, unamused. "And if /you/ want to continue with the success you've seen, and if you wish to keep breathing, you will relay that message to them. If they have a problem, they can take it up with me." He gives a short but powerful shove designed to knock Nico back and onto the hard concrete floor as he releases him. Beats' input is ignored.

Frank Quaid has posed:
Nico picks himself up off the floor.

"Yeah, sure, I'll tell 'em," Nico says. He straightens his shirt and tries to look like nothing had happened. "I'll do it tonight, and shit'll be quiet. You got my word."

It is Beats' turn to look terrified now. He edges back toward the door and then makes a break for it.

"Yo, I'll deal with it, don't worry," Nico assures Shredder darkly.

Shredder has posed:
    "Keep your coin on you," Shredder instructs simply. He wants to be able to respond if things to south to enforce the image that "The Foot always knows" image. He makes a casual shooing motion for Nico to leave. The conversation is finished. The Foot guards at the door watch Shredder, and as he doesn't seem concerned, Beats is allowed to leave without interference.

Frank Quaid has posed:
Nico makes his way out. Once he turns away from Shredder his face darkens with barely contained fury. He stalks out of Shredder's warehouse and goes in search of a dead man.