Blowed was in town for a small meeting. He had a few associates to discuss some moves to be made. It was a normal night, the chill bit at the back of your neck,  the moon was out. Blowed has a feeling but ignored it, he would only be in for a night or two. He reaches his spot located in Corktown just north of the river a few miles up. It was a small bar with nice music. The type of ambiance that you wanted to be apart of after a long day of hustlin. As Blowed sits hitting his blunt and relaxing, he hears a sort of a comotion out back.

‘What the Fuck!!”

Looking out the back window, Blowed sees a swarm of cars pulling into the neighborhood. He immediately gets a kite out to as many as he can. Hood was swarming with thugs. Not our kinda thugs. The ones that were on a mission…... to take over.

Blowed got the few associates and guards that were available together to deliver a piece of motivation.

“Everyone is strapped up, time to go in and stay steady on these marks.  We have our perimeter covered so make sure you fall back when you need to regroup, One Team One Fight!,, let's do this.”

Blowed had his heat, a few of his guards, and was ready to unleash as much lead at these fools that he had to go through. They make their way to the roof. While the perimeter of the block was held down by the rest. They set up and wait as the wave of thugs come rolling in.

“Stay ready with your heads on a swivel. They are very deep.”

As they enter the area you can hear the shots start to ring. Screams from innocents being tormented. All they could do is take them out one by one. There was no way to stop them from even approaching. War has risen in Detroit. Everyone was involved. Everyone had been called to approach and defend this once great city where many of our kin had made some kind of footprint, even the smallest. Blowed continues to go through his ammo, steady picking off the enemy guards as they approach. He looks over at Fade.

“Any word on the others coming through.? This is not gonna be that easy,.”

He takes a drag of his blunt as he continues to take cover and fire at the enemy.

With the days going by, and the hoods still approaching the city, Blowed just getting back in town from regrouping, his mission was get back to where he was. In the process he could even take out a few hoods from the other side. He would need a route. From the waterfront, he had to make his way through many blocks. After the waterfront, the first main street was Jefferson ave, very active with hoods also making their way into Detroit. Silence and the shadows would be his cover. He makes his way down the street with a small trot. Around the warehouse up 10th street until you hit howard. There was a lot going on from here to there, being that Corktown was still full of hoods, they had a pretty good grip on the outer perimeter. As he approaches the west end of the warehouse and looks down 10th street as far as he can see. He hears footsteps coming up from behind. He pulls his heat out ready to fire. He stops in relief, it’s Taga.

“Hey glad to see you made it, so we have to get down to howard, then we can work something from there.”

Taga: “Cool. I take the left side.”

“Gotcha, and keep your head on a swivel, and stay in my sight, lets go”

Blowed takes the right side., and Taga runs up the left side. Alternating between each other keeping cover. There was just enough activity that after a few blocks the attention was now pointing towards Blowed and his guard. Not the whole gang, but enough on that side of town new someone was coming up from behind. Blowed runs up beside a building hiding between a vehicle and the wall. He looks across to Taga, he is in a similar position. Blowed looks as he scans the area, there was 6 targets ahead that would cause them to hesitate. They must be eliminated. There were two on the left side, two in the middle and two on the right side.

“Very doable,”

Blowed says to himself. He looks over at Taga, and points with two fingers then one, Taga recognizes the signal and knows just what to do. Blowed eases out from cover, towards the middle of the street was a demolished vehicle. Blowed scurries over as he takes a few shots at one of the hoods taking them out. Taga from the other side does the same. They both plant up against the vehicle watching their back as they prepare to finish the others off. In perfect position to cover and return fire, they succeed and proceed to howard st. only a quarter of the way Blowed and Taga stop to take a breather in the cut. Blowed pulls his flask out and takes a swig, then passes it to Taga. He pulls a blunt out of his breast pocket and lights it.

“We close..  Should be just around the block, what do you think straight through, or go around. If we go around we have to go inside, too much of a target to run up the outside. “

Blowed pases the blunt to Taga.

Taga: “Lets just go straight through, we can take out more that way, I'm down for that.”

He takes a drag of the blunt and passes it back to Blowed,

Blowed takes a long drag of the blunt

“I’m down, lets do this”

It was a straight shot to safe territory, Blowed and Taga loaded, and ready to pick off anything trying to stop them,

“Go all in, and I will meet you at the hideout. Don’t make me come looking for you”

They dap each other up and headed out. Scurrying up the block Blowed could see Taga, and Taga could see Blowed taking cover and taking shots as they both moved to their destination silent but deadly.

As Shaw lands in Detroit, the scene was grim. Although the airport was still open with minor traffic, he had to make a quick trip there. He wanted to see the aftermath that he had heard so much of, the battle that went on here, the generations that have fallen. All history ready to be put to rest. The hustle was still good out here, so making a trip or two out here would not be bad. Shaw looks over to one of his guards

"Next time we come back, maybe it will be better, maybe we can open something up, who knows. But until then."

They proceed back to the airport after rolling through the neighborhood for a bit, and it was off to the next journey.