Gang Wars

[jokemaster]

"Who?"

[Writer]

"We'll get to that," Meg told him. "Have a little patience."

 

She paused for a second before going on. "We've been keeping our eyes open, Donnie. We know you're rebuilding the Green Slickers. Congratulations. The Slickers were always the best of the gangs... until you were forced to be the Survivor."

 

She paused to hear what he would say to this.

[jokemaster]

"Well thank you, but you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know everything about me, so who are you?"

[Writer]

"At this point, the less you know, the better it is for both of us," Meg answered. "I want to meet you in person, Donnie. Perhaps in the relative safety of a face to face meeting, I will be a little more willing to talk."

[jokemaster]

"If you're worried about being overheard trust me." He looked around at the drunks, the strange graffitti written on the walls, and the bar. "This place isn't nearly sophisticated enough for listening devices."

[Writer]

"I can well believe it," Meg laughed. "But I'm thinking of outside ears... in fact, this conversation has gone on too long. Find another phone. Call another number." She gave him another phone number and hung up. She pushed the pay phone she'd used into the wall and it dropped out of sight. Meg closed up that section of the wall and waited.

[jokemaster]

Donnie dialed the next number.

 

"I'm getting tired of this cloak and dagger bull****. Now give it to me straight, you want to meet. Where?"

[Writer]

"Now," Meg said. "I want to meet now." She gave him directions. "Don't look for me. I'll find you."

 

With that, she cut the connection, shoved the remaining four pay phones through the wall and prepared to leave.

[jokemaster]

Donnie returned to the hangout, picked up two handguns for protection, then rode the motorcycle to the meeting place.

[Writer]

Meg was already there waiting for him. "Nice bike." They were the only people in sight.

[jokemaster]

"Not mine." He replied. "You wanted to talk, so talk."

[Writer]

Meg tossed a leather object in Donnie's direction. "Open it."

 

In the growing darkness, it was barely possible to make out that this was an FBI ID.

 

"You're gonna want to reach for your guns, now, aren't you, Donnie?" she said quietly. "You still want me to talk?"

[jokemaster]

Donnie checked the ID. It seemed valid.

 

"Keep talking. Then I'll see."

[Writer]

"You don't need to worry about getting jailed," Meg told him. "We like what you're doing... that stunt at with the Destroyers' limos was fun to see. Near sent John into a fit." This seemed to amuse her a great deal.

[jokemaster]

"Well, gee, I did it just to piss off John." Said Donnie sarcastically. "So what did they send you to do, then?"

[Writer]

"Send me?" Meg laughed. "No, no, I was there because I wanted to be. I'm not one of the White Strikers. They call, they hire me. I do the jobs because a little extra money always helps... and it pushes the Destroyers further down."

[jokemaster]

"And why do you want to see the destroyers go down?"

[Writer]

"We like the people scared, not dead," Meg answered. "Strikers scare the people. The people run to us. We make a lot of noise about reprimanding the Strikers. The Strikers back off. The people love us." She snorted. "The Destroyers just kill."

[jokemaster]

"What's all this got to do with me?"

[Writer]

"You're working on getting the Slickers back where they were," Meg told him. "So I'll tell you when John comes up with a plan to down the Destroyers. You make the attack, make the Strikers look like fools, and put the Slickers back where they belong... perfect revenge for you and good-bye Destroyers for me!"

[jokemaster]

"And the FBI turns a blind eye towards all this?"

[Writer]

"Because it benefits us," Meg agreed.

[jokemaster]

Donnie considered it.

 

"And what is it to me if I don't just wipe out the Strikers as well?"

[Curt-Man]

John returned to base and made an announcement to everyone.

"Our little plan failed, somehow the Green Slickers are back and they took credit for the explosions, so we have to come up with a new plan, although the higher-ups and I are concocting a plan, suggests are always welcome, that is all." And John went to his office.

[Writer]

"A stronger revenge?" Meg asked. "What good would it do you? You used to be allies until they seemed to ignore what was happening to you. But do you know the facts, Donnie?"

 

She paused thoughtfully. "And you needn't worry about the Strikers coming after you once the Slickers are back in place. You have us behind you. They won't be able to touch you... they'll be forced to work with you if they want to survive."