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Getting back into his old routines took some getting used to. Most niggas don't get a second chance at life but not Franklin; its like he's got a guardian angel or something. Word around Detroit these days was all about who got raided last, who got their racket trashed and who was behind bars as result. Well fuck that, the FBI was moving away from the old corrupt way of things. The paper outlined several stories of corruption and scandels with Feds and one name seemed to be ever true. Donovan, he was the best at cracking down on the corrupt patrolman all the way up to the ex-director to the FBI. Men like Donovan were usually untouchable but this was a different story, this was a Krainz Woods Kingz story.

The papers had photographs of Donovan with his daughter, and after sliding the journalist a couple bucks Franklin had found out all he needed. This nigga live out in a quiet house in Brightmoor and of course that little girl of his went to school in the area. There they sat, Ruth and Franklin, watching the school from a distance with that picture from the paper on the dash. Franklin slid a container out of his pocket and took a couple of fresh dutches out, though these ones were different. A couple hits off that showed just why; meth and crack mixed with some weed. They called this shit snowflakes and it was guarenteed to fuck you up. Sitting back he glanced out the window to see that kid walking across the street towards them. Franklin thought on it for a second then advised himself against jumping out and snatching up the girl right there, someone would've noticed. He tapped a bit of ash out the window then motioned towards the little kid who was closing in fast. "Yo', grab up that child there. Make sure its quiet."

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[font=Arial, sans-serif]Usually, Ruth would've been against something like this. She didn't fuck with hurting little kids. But as long as Frank wasn't planning on hurting her, it wouldn't be too big of a deal. That shit sounded funny, huh? A criminal having morals. Ruth just wouldn't want somebody to kill her little brother. Well, he wasn't little anymore. But killing little kids went against everything she believed in. Most of the time they were innocent anyway. But she knew that whatever she did at the time was contributing to them dieing. Back in the day, she probably had killed somebody's older brother. Shit like that could haunt you, if you weren't weak.

Ruth hit the unlock door button, and slowly stepped out of the car. Damn, she just realized this bitch was a two door. Well if she snatched the little girl up quick enough, maybe nobody would see her. Shit and if they did she'd just pop a couple of bullets in them. Ruth circled around the front of the car and eased up on the sidewalk. She had to wait for a passing car to continue driving before she snatched up the little girl. Ruth came up behind her, placed her hand over her mouth and basically carried her back to the car. She was tossed through the driverside onto the backseat. Within moments, Ruth was back inside and driving off down the street.[/font]

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Ruth did just what she was told, snatched up the kid and shoved her into the back seat. Franklin ushered silence upon the young girl with an icy stare. Truth was he didn't give a fuck about family and all that shit. He was abandonded as a kid yet he seemed ot have survived to adulthood, fuck family. He guided Ruth to drive along the streets until they were nearing the family home of Jerry Donovan; the infamous investigator. A black nokia phone was produced, one you'd see years back, and Frank dialed up the house after cohersing the number out of the girl. Donovan picked up and hesitated while answering. "Hello?" Franklin sat back with a sinister look, he truley was heartless. "Look homie, I've got your daughter. Make any moves to the authorities and I'll send her back to you in the back of a meat truck. How are ya on hamburger?" Pausing he hit the concotion of meth, crack and weed, "Go into work today and dig up all you can on a group working out of Brightmoor, Italians. Have the file for me tonight and you won't have to pick out a burial plot." Franklin shut the phone off and glanced back to the two other occupants in the car. Ruth actually looked a bit off, almost like he was intimidating her. He didn't have time for that now though, they had a set up to take care of. Franklin produced his .45 and lay the clenched weapon on his lap, incase things got out of hand. "Why don'tchu head up on towards that Old Redford park. Before that though I need you to grab a camera, no hurry though. We've got all day."

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[font=Arial, sans-serif]She nodded and quietly followed his instructions. For the second time in her life, she could say that a nigga actually intimated her. It might've been just the way he was acting. Then again, maybe it was the threats he was making. Or it could've been the way he was taking over the situation, like he had been in a similiar one before. Either way, the nigga was scary. Ruth tried not to let it show so she avoided most eye contact. He sure did his research. Ruth had to make note to ask Bryan where he found him.

Ruth's first stop was a 7-11. She was sure they had some cameras in there. What did he need a camera for anyway? Ruth would've asked, but she thought it would trigger something. He might get all crazy and accidently shoot somebody. Ruth didn't know how that shit he smoked effected him. She just knew not to stir up something that would get her in trouble. After she found a regular disposable camera, she was back in the car again and speeding off.

Ruth's next stop? Old Redford park. Right where he instructed her to go. Why that specific park? She didn't know. But she still wasn't planning on asking. Ruth silently pulled up to a empty parking space and lowered the radio. She looked from the park back to Frank. Only thing she could do now was wait for further instruction.[/font]

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Things like this, the little things, were what held it all together. Most niggas don't get to see the ones behind the scenes, holding all the strings. From what he picked up on it seems Ruth really didn't like this. Guess it takes all different kinds to hold a gang together. Sliding the CZ 45 under his green and black flag he stepped out in the emptied parking lot, poking his head back in. "Grab the child and lets go." Yeah, Franklin knew he was freaking Ruth out or some shit but he didn't have time for it. He strolled through the park, one he knew from years earlier, and escorted the two females to a tool shed. Vandals had broken the latch on the door so it swung open with ease. Franklin pushed it open and revealed some broken tool rests and a bench. "Throw the kid in here for now, and you've got that camera on yourself 'ey?"

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[font=Arial, sans-serif]Ruth followed, dragging the little girl along. The little girl had been crying on the way over and Ruth didn't blame her. Frank probably scared the shit out of this girl. But he had a different fear to him. He hadn't pulled out a gun or anything. The little girl was scared off the way he acted. Like she knew he could and would kill her if he wanted. He just chose not to. Well, Ruth assumed he chose not to.

How he knew there was a tool shed was beyond her. She didn't ask though. She just followed and pulled the little girl behind her. The girl didn't put up much of a struggle, and she kept looking at Ruth with those sad ass eyes. Damn she hated to do this. Ruth stared away and pushed her inside the tool shed. She was eye to eye with Frank after that. Ruth pulled the camera out of her jacket and kinda waved it around.

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"Good.....good." From behind yet another meth laced blunt Franklin shot her a look then motioned her to come close. He could tell she wasn't comforatble but this wasn't going to take too much longer, there was an end in sight. When she was close enough he pointed off into the distance to a tree with lots of low branches. Ruth'd have to scale the tree to get the shot he was looking for. Baring the door and reinforcing it was a few 2x4s Franklin lead her over to the tree and pointed out a spot up about ten feet off the ground. "Once I've got this nigga down here and give him back his daughter he's gonna want to burn me. You'll hang up there and snap a couple of pictures of him handing the file off but leave out the girl in any shot. Easy enough eh?"

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[font=Arial, sans-serif]"Got you..."

She followed his point towards the tree and smirked. This wouldn't be a thing for her. Ruth was used to getting her hands dirty and climbing trees. She didn't mind playing in the dirt, or fucking with things of that nature. Ruth stared off at the parking lot. She knew she didn't have that much time left, so she left Frank at the shed and started walking. The tree wasn't too far from the tool shed. Ruth tucked the camera in her jacket pocket, and used the lowest branch, and the truck of the tree to climb upwards. She took her time climbing up and stopped on a thick branch near the top. The camera was pulled back from her pocket, and she looked for a good angle to take the pictures. [/font]

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Everything was in place now and the trap was set. Franklin called up Donovan and had him sent down here with the file, they were ready for him. Taking the green and black bandana up in his free hand he draped it around his face and tied it up around back. From his nose down past his neck was covered from view; he looked like a convinience store bagman. The thing you wouldn't realize about Franklin, the thing nobody realized about Franklin, was that he had a real attention to detail. Before the inspector could even get his pancake ass down to the park Franklin had cleaned the shed from any of his prints and DNA. The way he had it set up was the only way into the shed would sign you warrant for kidnapping. With the girl trapped away in the shed Franklin hid behind a tree with his .45 out, he could hear that nigga approaching. Twigs snapping and shit gave away his position and Franklin had the drop on him. Sliding out from behind the pine he held the .45 low and walked into a good spot for the photos.

"Hand that shit over, Donovan." Franklin put his hand on the file and held it there for a few seconds, taking it under his arm in seconds. Stepping back a few feet he flipped through it, skimming out information on the Milazzo family straight from the FBI archives. "You came through nigga, and what kind of guy would I be if I cut and run on ya. You'll find your daughter in the shed across the yard." Nah, he wasn't that stupid. You don't leave in the eye line of someone who's specialty is putting niggas away for life. Franklin smacked him up side his head, knocking him into a tree trunk, then delivered a devistating kick to the ribs. He was out of breath so Franklin turned his back on him and jogged through the park until he was out of view. Turning around on spot he cut through the trees back towards Ruth's car, sitting down real low in the passenger's seat. This was over for him now, the Kingz Queen was here to make sure this shit worked.

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[font=Arial, sans-serif]Ruth watched, taking pictures as everything happened. She avoided taking shots while Frank was smacking him up. That wouldn't look good when it was time to develop them. Everything went smoothly. Ruth remained sitting in the tree until she saw the guy get up. He staggered and fell against the tree, spitting and coughing up blood. Frank must've really fucked him up. He stood in one spot for about a minute, before walking across the grass to get to the tool shed. Ruth slowly climbed down from the tree after that. She made sure she put on her bandana before heading off after him. He was down on one knee hugging his daughter when Ruth arrived. She slowly pulled out her .45 and placed it to the back of his head.

She would've loved to see the expression on his face. Here he was, probably thinking that he got off free. Only to have that cold steel pressed to the back of his head. Ruth couldn't help but smile, but knew there was a situation at hand.

"You let me find out you was tryin to say somethin to somebody about what just happened. We got pictures.....Mr. FBI."

With that, Ruth brought the butt of the .45 over the back of his head. Not hard enough to kill him, but probably knock him out for a little bit. His daughter started screaming and shit, and it almost tempted Ruth to pop her ass too. Nah. She didn't need the dead body on her hands. Plus it would fuck up the plan. Ruth just backed away and started jogging for the parking lot. The camera as well as her .45 were tucked away and she was shifting gears in the driver seat. Tires squealing was the last thing heard as she sped away.


Requests:
- Donovan (Internal Affairs inspector)
- Information on Milazzo family
- Clean getaway (???)[/font]

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Requests:
- Donovan (Internal Affairs inspector) APPROVED
- Information on Milazzo family APPROVED
- Clean getaway (???)

A nice read, and a good job guys. You get Donovan, and the information on Milazzo. But, if the FBI want, they can investigate this if dealt with appropriately. I doubt that the park would be empty, there were most probably a few people walking their dogs, or taking their wee kids to play on the swings.

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