Casper

//Few hours later.

//Darius Cook pulls up to the trap house a few days later running into known locals from Ganton. //Few hours later.

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//Later on that same day

Darius Cook knew what he was walking into. 38th Street wasn’t friendly territory. Word on the street was that it moved heavy product, but only if you were tapped in, and Darius wasn’t... not yet. Most folks kept their distance. You don’t just pull up over there asking for a plug unless you either bold or stupid. Darius was neither. He was calculated... and desperate enough to gamble. Darius didn’t believe in love at first sight Whatever this feeling was, it had him twisted. He had just met her, Danielle. A friend of a friend type situation. She came through to kick it, nothing serious. Just a mellow link-up, a little smoke, some music low in the background... No heavy makeup, no loud energy. Just her... calm, confident, real. The ringtone hit different when it was from jail. Darius was counting up in the backroom when his phone lit up with "Inmate Call - Correctional Facility" across the screen. He already knew who it was. Korey. Been down for a week now... picked up on some light charge, supposedly. But there was always more to it than what made it on paper... Darius skipped the city. No flashy flights, no credit cards, nothing traceable. Left the city, kept his face down and his name quiet. Rented a small spot out in the hills somewhere... out the city, off-grid.

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//Time kept movin’, but the trap stayed jumpin’.