Silas Styles #2: Last Supper...

[Isaiah]

Silas and Cole make it into Broker. Silas quietly cruises down the street. Cole turns the radio up and raps along with a bass heavy Hip Hop song while simultaneously pulling two ski masks out of the glove compartment. "We going to Mohegan Ave" says Cole while loading his Desert Eagle. Silas nods and makes a right on Montauk Avenue. After a couple of blocks, Silas turns left on Deadwood which leads to Mohegan...

[Isaiah]

Cole: Make a right at the end of the street. Then park in the front of the projects. (Silas parks in front of a project building with the sound of loud music coming from it).
Cole: I found out that Chris is having a party. you go in and blend in. See if you can manage to get him to come outside.

Silas casually walks into the lobby ot the apartment building. A couple is standing in the hallway having an intimate conversation. Silas presses the button for the elevator. The doors open and Silas carefully steps in, avoiding a wet spot on the floor. Silas presses the button for the 10th floor. He had been in this building many times before. The graffiti and bad smell brought back numerous memories of good and bad times. He remembered the days when The Red Jacks were a bunch of teens just trying to enjoy life. He would take this elevator up to share his latest exploits with longtime friends over a beer. Now he was going to the same apartment with the intention of luring one of the same friends into a trap.

[Isaiah]

How funny life can be.

As the elevator rose higher the music became louder. Silas steps into the hallway observing his surroundings. He walks to Chris' door and knocks. A thick woman opens the door letting Silas in without any questions. The place is crowded with people dancing, eating and drinking. Silas looks around for his "target". He squeezes past a group of people and enters the kitchen. There is a table with large bowls of food. Silas grabs a paper plate and starts piling food on it, and covers the plate with aluminum foil. The sound of a toilet flushing is heard and out of the bathroom emerges Christopher Langston. Simply known as Chris. He is slim and of average height. There is nothing threatening about Chris whatsoever. Silas yells to get his attention, "Yo Chris!".

[Isaiah]

Chris takes a second to look and is surprised to see Silas standing in his kitchen.

Chris: Oh shit! Is that you Silas?
Silas: Hell yeah. What's good nigga?
(Silas holds the plate of food in one hand while he shakes Chris' hand with the other.)
Chris: What happened to you? We heard about that fire in Carcer. Nobody knew if you lived or died?
Silas: You know, I had to lay low. I just got back to Liberty today. (Silas was good at lying directly to someones face).
Chris: Damn, you been away for years. Your alright though?
Silas: I'm good, just thought that I would check on ya. I can't stay long though. I got some hoochies waiting for me in the whip...
Chris: Don't leave yet man. They can come chill up here. It's cool.
Silas: Alright, come to the car with me. I'll introduce them to you.

[Isaiah]

Chris energetically walks out of the project building and towards the sedan. Cole sneaks up quietly from behind with Desert Eagle in hand. He delivers a swift left hook to Chris' jaw, sending him spinning to the ground. Cole doesn't hesitate as he sends his large, size 12 workboot into Chris' rib cage. Silas casually walks up holding his plate of food and nonchalantly turns his head to look for witnesses. Cole grabs Chris' shirt and pistol whips him two times. The loud smacking sound interrupted Chris' attempt at yelling for help.

Silas: Thats enough man, you knocked some of his teeth out.
Cole: This motherfucka' knew what he was gettin' into. "Cole throws Chris over his shoulder and opens the trunk. He places the dazed man into the trunk and slams it shut."
Silas: Alright, we gotta get out of here before the police show up. Let me drive.

Cole tosses the keys to Silas, then lights up a cigarette. Let's get back to the HQ...