Soon there would be six and he was alone. He was
afraid to walk down the busy street in Baltimore but the honest, law abiding
citizen as the insurance adjuster didn't have much of a choice, it was his job.
Baltimore
now feels like the underworld and the amazing truth is that Baltimore has been
gangland for a long time, with secret gun deals, drug traffic, whores and their
pimps but now the deadly weapons are out and people are dying.
The gangsters
and thugs on the street corner didn't seem afraid of anything and there wasn't
a cop car around anywhere. It was only a
few weeks ago that the drug store was looted and almost burnt down to the
ground and he tried literally to keep his arms stiffly at his side as he
walked.
His
insurance company had the policy and that means he had to go and take more
pictures, take some measurements to complete the insurance claim file. The boss had told him it was a million dollar
problem, so do it right.
He felt
out of place with his tailored coat but he had to wear a heavy coat to hide the
gun he had nestled in one of his pockets.
He was
watching the four men walking down the street on the other side walking in the
same direction, he felt like he was being followed, stiffly he kept walking,
head down, just glancing up to check his bearings once in a while.
He could
feel the muzzle of his pistol touch his right leg as he walked and it gave him
some comfort and confidence.
Two other
guys were now walking behind him, he turned and glanced and now they were six
men at least paying too much attention to him.
The palm
of his hand slid down and he touched the pistol grip which made him feel
better, his illegal gun concealed but ready to pull if any of these guys
started something.
He saw her
and she was waving, the lady worked for the drug store that was looted as their
property manager on the East Coast.
She was
innocent-looking enough and well dressed as he waved back and gave her a
smile. He was just twenty yards or so
away from the burnt out drug store where black men had transformed themselves
into a formidable force and fought with the police, turned over police cars and
tossed rocks.
The cops
had brought in armored automobiles for tanks, tear gas for some kind of poison
barrage but the black radicals kept pushing, looting and burning and hundreds
of people were hurt in just a few hours.
The thugs
were organized and they had weapons but the big boys like Al Sharpton, Jesse
Jackson, Eric Holder, Barack Obama and even the new lady at the DOJ Lynch were
racketeering the entire city of Baltimore some would say?
The lady
he was meeting seemed to fall to the sidewalk but, she was pulling a pistol and
started firing which made him jump right to hide behind a dented metal trash
can.
He could
hear the bullets and the crew to his left opened up and were shooting back with
withering speed but the woman was giving battle and one of the thugs went down. The terrible power was loud as the six men
were firing revolvers generally in the direction of the lady now laying flat on
the sidewalk.
