We are as one.
CPT Cabrera, S.J.
Sherman Cabrera took the usual route from his off-base residence to the Army base he called "the office." Listening to Grand Chamber Radio all the way, he passed by a gas station that looked like it would become a battle zone in a few moments.
Damnation, my CO is not going to believe this, the captain swore under his breath. Parking in a discrete location, he called the police amid the tune of Dvorak.
"I am Captain Sherman Cabrera, and I would like to report an impending gang battle," he said over his cell phone.
The Southpaw has no brakes!
Antonin sighed as he filled up the tank on his Buick. He shifted his other hand onto the SMG resting on his belt. He eyed the girl and her Family in the other car. Montagues? Probably. He finished fuelling the tank, and very slowly and deliberately slung it back onto the kiosk.
He just wanted a quiet day. One quiet day. He had more hits tomorrow and a hit done yesterday. One day off. But it turned out that wouldn't happen.
Antonin, again slowly, with the grinding inevitability of a glacier, approached their car. He became acutely aware of the kevlar vest he wore. He walked over to the front of the car. "I'm obligated to ask you to get out of our sight before we engage in actual formalities. Namely, ripping off the bumper of this car and caving your skulls in with it."
Cruisin' down the streets of Verona Beach with my fellow Montague homies was so awesome! I met two made men, Samson and Gregory, and even Benvolio Montague, Caporegime of the Montague Crime Family. The fact that a lowly associate, a woman no less, was in the audience of a capo, much less one as renown and trusted as Benvolio, was all the more awesome!
Rollin' in our 1947 Cadillac Series 62 convertible was so awesome. The radio was blairing 80's hits on Vice FM.
I could remember the song...it was "Hungry Like The Wolf" by Duran Duran, and it was awesome. We were on top of the world...
Soon, we pulled into a gas station, Phoenix Fuel, pulling in. Benvolio heading out to get some drinks while Gregory pumped gas.
The capo said "The quarrel is between our masters!" and we all said in unison "AND US THEIR MEN!!!"
But soon, a black luxury sedan pulled in and out stepped our mortal enemies, members of the Capulet Family.
All I could say was "OH SHIT!"
Samson shouted "Here comes the House of Capulet!"
Gregory replied "Quarrel! I will back thee!"
I reached out and grabbed a gun from the glove box, loading it and preparing for battle, hoping Benvolio would come to our rescue. Or at least the Capulets wouldn't notice us.