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[color=00aeef][b]Location:[/b][/color] NYC Suburbs → Heading to Delirium
[color=00aeef][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] [color=0072bc][b]Kevante[/b][/color]
[color=00aeef][b]Mood:[/b][/color] Content → Bewildered → Serious → Prepared and Pumped

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIeSGUK-Lyo]DMX - Where the Hood At?[/url]
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	It's been more than a week since Carmen has left Mayweather and the entire school itself. At that time, when she left, she had her own moments of self-doubt, doubting whether or not that she may complete the school, and whether or not she can stay sane around all of these pendejos that roam the so-called "schools". After 10 days of chilling out, playing video games and smoking dope (and some studying here and there), she finally decided to return to a life that she was most familiar with, the life of crime. Well, petty and most often non-violent crime anyway, it seems as if Mayweather rubbed off on her in the brief month she spent there. Swift robberies, proper car theft, and with hints of embezzlement, Carmen and her crew almost had the whole taco salad of illegitimate cash, without an innocent soul harmed or taken. She was tempted to rob a Wall Street banker at gunpoint, but she decided against it... there were children around too.

	Cut to today, in the suburbs of NYC. Both Carmen and Kevante just got done picking up food from a taco truck on a nearby street corner. The two haven't had anything to eat in the longest amount of time, and it took forever for them to actually get their food. It was well worth it in the end, though, those tacos and burritos knocked Taco Hell right out of the park!

	[b][color=00aeef][i]"Taco Trucks on Every Corner?"[/i][/color][/b] Carmen laughed as she munched on her burrito, walking back to her [url=http://www.2040-cars.com/_content/cars/images/69/474369/006.jpg]beloved[/url] [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ee/e1/2c/eee12c52e13aa73c829f9924d20a0eed.jpg]Cobra[/url] with her BFF Kevante. Carmen was wearing a [url=http://versatileleather.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/N7-Mass-Effect-3-Women-Leather-Jacket96-400x490-1.jpg]leather N7 jacket[/url] with her [url=http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/file.php?2,file=73715,filename=shoulder-galco.jpg]shoulder-holstered[/url] [url=http://img6.faloo.com/Picture/0x0/1/1229/1229860.jpg]P99[/url] underneath, and a pair of black jeans that hugged her form. At the moment, she was recalling when one of the 'latinos for trump' was justifying Trump's xenophobia by saying that there will be 'taco trucks on every corner' if nothing is done. [b][color=00aeef]"Was that asshole [i]high? Dios mío![/i]"[/color][/b]

	[b][color=0072bc]"Hey, I think that's a good thing if you ask me!"[/color][/b] Kevante replied, eating his taco up like a pro (and by that I mean spilling sauce all over his grey shirt). His blue jeans were just as messy, though his work boots were safe... for now. [b][color=0072bc]"Who doesn't want this kind of food on every corner? This is better than Taco Hell!"[/color][/b]

	[b][color=00aeef]"Yeah... I agree with ya... but [i]seriously..."[/i][/color][/b] She chuckled, walking to her Cobra, which still had its top up.

	Soon enough, after a lot of munching, crunching and taco sauce being splattered everywhere, the two finished up their meal and cleaned themselves off, Kevante leaving stains all over his shirt and jeans. Unlocking her beauty with her remote starter, both Carmen and Kevante entered the vehicle, with Kevante in the passenger seat and Carmen in the driver's seat. After buckling up, Carmen spoke again.

	[b][color=00aeef]"You wanna know something that really bothers me?"[/color][/b] Carmen asked.

	Kevante looked up from his smartphone. [b][color=0072bc]"What?"[/color][/b] He asked, putting his Android away.

	[b][color=00aeef]"These... videogames, the ones that take place in the US or whatever. Particularly Zombie games and such. I've noticed that in these games, AK-variants are really prolific in the world."[/color][/b] Carmen looked to Kevante with a bewildered look on her face. [b][color=00aeef]"Do you know how hard it is to get an AK around here, especially one that actually looks and feels like an AK, rather than a cheap overpriced American-made knockoff?"[/color][/b]

	Kevante simply stared at her. After a short pause, he spoke. [b][color=0072bc]"You seriously need to go back to Mayweather."[/color][/b]

	Carmen groaned at the thought of that. To go back to Mayweather, to her the idea in of itself was a waste of time. She didn't like the idea going back, being hated by both the heroes and the villains. She didn't feel like she belonged there, and she never thought that she ever will. [b][color=00aeef]"No, I'm not going back that... cesspool of... weirdness!"[/color][/b] Carmen said. [b][color=00aeef]"I don't feel like I belong there anyway..."[/color][/b]

	[b][color=0072bc]"Yes you do."[/color][/b] Kevante said. [b][color=0072bc]"Well... I think you do, anyway. You've actually... become a much better person after you've been there... and you've actually been a very big help to me."[/color][/b] He explained. [b][color=0072bc]"You actually pulled my ass out of the fire more times than I care to remember. I owe that to you, and Mayweather."[/color][/b]

	Carmen sighed and shook her head... that comment was just a little offensive. Carmen was better than that, she didn't need a stupid Hero School to make her save her friends when they are in need. She never was the type that would leave anyone behind, and she never will be, no matter the situation. [b][color=00aeef]"Kev... don't say that man..."[/color][/b] She said softly. [b][color=00aeef]"... that was all on my own volition. Mayweather has nothing to do with that. And we're friends... that's what we're supposed to do. No one left behind... no one left forgotten."[/color][/b]

	Kevin looked ahead. [b][color=0072bc]"Yeah... I guess you're right. But still... go to Mayweather. This is [i]free education.[/i] Do you know how expensive college is nowadays? With Bernie out of the scene now... that dream of free college ain't gonna come true, fam! You got a good enough hand to play, I'd hate to see you fold."[/color][/b]

	Carmen looked ahead, staring off into the street. She thought about it. The political scene isn't looking too good, both of the candidates scare her to death. A crazy racist or a corrupt warmonger? Yeah. No. It would take eons for Marijuana to be legal now, and it would take even longer for College to be free... in a society where that is a necessity, and where it is priced as a luxury. Carmen agreed at that point, she knew that she shouldn't squander this opportunity. [b][color=00aeef]"Yeah... you're right. Maybe I'll go back... but I need to think about it first. But before we do all of that... I have someone to see over at Delirium."[/color][/b]

	Kevante looked to Carmen in disbelief. [b][color=0072bc][i]"Delirium?"[/i][/color][/b] He asked. [b][color=0072bc]"That place is the biggest Villain Bar you can ever find here in NYC! It's for high-ballers only. What the hell you on... makin' you wanna go there?"[/color][/b]

	[b][color=00aeef]"This person contacted me by my full name... formally too."[/color][/b] Carmen explained. [b][color=00aeef]"He says that he's well aware of my abilities... and that he has a proposition for me."[/color][/b] She explained. She too had doubts about this, the person who contacted her contacted her by mail, and by text, both of them without a return address. It looked shady as hell, but she wasn't one to turn down opportunities either.

	[b][color=0072bc]"How could you be sure to trust him like that?"[/color][/b]

	Carmen brandished her [url=http://img6.faloo.com/Picture/0x0/1/1229/1229860.jpg]P99[/url], which was holstered underneath one of her jacket flaps. [b][color=00aeef]"That's why I'm bringing this in."[/color][/b] She said, straightening her jacket back out. [b][color=00aeef]"I know what I'm doing. Don't worry about a thing, I got this."[/color][/b]

	And with that, the keys were turned. The Cobra woke up, and was brought to life once again. The upgraded gauges sprung to life, and the radio was back on, blasting heavy bass, a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIeSGUK-Lyo]blast from the past.[/url] With a quick shift in gears, the Cobra roared and peeled out from the parallel parking area... speeding down towards Delirium.

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