The Warriors Page #2

with an ear for the action,

I've been asked to relay a request

from the Gramercy Riffs.

It's a special for the Warriors.

That's that real,

live bunch from Coney.

And I do mean the Warriors.

Here's a hit with them in mind.

Be looking good, Warriors.

All the way back to Coney.

You hear me, babies?

Good. Real good.

Adis.

- Come on. What kind of crap is this?

- Yeah. What are we waiting for?

A train would help,

unless you wanna go up there and

get japed on an open platform.

Bullshit, man.

There ain't nobody on the street.

He's right. We're acting like faggots.

Just keep talking.

Move.

That's the Turnbull A.C.'s.

I think they forgot about the truce.

No sh*t.

Those lousy skinheaded fucks.

That's our train. We gotta make it.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Are we gonna go for it?

Hold the f***ing train!

Those guys were some

desperate dudes.

- So was we!

- Even fight. We could take them.

Bunch of chickenshits!

Those cats didn't look

too chicken sh*t to me.

Me neither.

Well, we made it. And in an hour,

it is C.I., the Big Coney.

You got it. Give me that fist, buddy.

When we get there,

that's when we've made it.

Hey, no sweat, war chief.

- Hey! I've got Coney Island!

- Yeah!

Figure out how many stops

to the Union Square?

Hey, come on, man.

That's high math for Rembrandt.

It's all right. Nobody can read

these maps anyway.

Hey, forget it. What's the difference?

We're home free.

We just heard from the Turnbulls.

They blew it.

Sh*t. This train's had it.

This is f***ing impossible.

What the sh*t are we gonna do?

This sucks.

Why couldn't it rain now?

Maybe we ought to worry about

who set that goddamn fire.

Come on.

Yeah.

How are you?

I was just checking in.

Yeah, it was a real mess up there.

This guy, Cyrus,

had an accident.

They did?

Well, that's okay.

These guys, the Warriors...

Yeah, they deserve it.

Yeah, we will.

Take care of yourself.

- We set?

- We're set, all right.

Somebody should pick their ass up.

The Riffs sent out the word.

They want them alive.

We don't.

The sooner someone grabs them,

the better.

You afraid the Warriors will shoot their

mouths off before they get racked?

Yeah. Right. I'm worried.

- I just don't want the Riffs on my ass.

- No sweat.

They're looking for the Warriors,

remember?

We can do some looking too.

Ought to make you feel better.

Hey.

- What about the money you owe?

- For what?!

We've had it.

Yeah, I made them.

Two there, one there.

I think they just made us.

You recognize them?

Orphans.

So far down,

they ain't even on the map.

Real low-class.

- Numbers?

- Full strength, maybe 30.

Thirty's a lot more than eight.

Not if they're wimps.

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