After another fifteen or so minutes of grinding and bagging the drugs he was planning on selling at school the next day Nathan was finally ready to leave the projects and go snatch whatever they could off some other dick head. However, before leaving he seemed to have preparation on his mind, going into his cupboard and producing a hunting knife. It was a beautiful looking thing with a six inch blade and fine looking handle, Jason had owned a couple quite similar back in England over the years.
“It's beautiful mate, but I thought you yanks were all about straps... Robbing a prick with a blade is a tad bit British, ain't it?” Jason chuckled, standing up off the bed.
“That's why you're gonna be using this bitch. I look like a fucking butcher to you?” Nathan said back, laughing.
“You're gonna get me all nostalgic. I think I'm gonna name him Boris. Yeah, Boris the Blade.” Jason laughed, sliding the blade into it's sheathe and tucking it under his coat.
“Whatever man, let's move.”
“Hold on, who we robbing?”
“Charlie. That pussy should give it up pretty quick and his mom works all day at the hospital so he'll be home alone.”
“All right, we got a blade a plan. Let's go make some money.” Jason smiled, leaving the apartment and soon the projects.
It didn't take them long to get to the place Charlie lived, it was a short distance from the projects in some low rise buildings. The place was just as much a shit hole as the projects they had just came from, but fortunately for them there weren't as many people around. They soon reached the poor dudes door and stopped so Jason could take the blade out.
“All right, fuck it. Let's just knock, soon as the door opens a little we'll boot that shit and rush him. Cool?” Jason asked, hoping his new friend wasn't shook.
“Cool.” He said simply, banging on the door. Jason tightened his grip on the blade and waited. As soon as he saw the door handle coming down both teenagers brought their feet back, smashing them into the door and sending it flying open. Charlie collapsed to the floor, his nose broken and bleeding. Jason didn't take any chances though, rushing into the flat and stomping on the youths torso a few times.
“Aye, check his fucking room man, take any money, drugs and weapons he's got. Leave everything else though. You Charlie boy, move and I'll fucking gut you. This blades long enough that I could reach your spine, easy.” Jason threatened, holding the blade like a dagger, ready to stab down.
After a couple of minutes Nathan was done searching and came out of the room carrying what looked like a couple of ounces of weed, about a hundred dollars in cash and a small lock knife.
“This was worth the trouble man, definitely worth it.” Nathan grinned, looking at the items in his arms like he was a kid looking at sweets.
“We're not done yet mate. Find a bag to put that shit in.”
Nathan quickly returned into the room, coming back out with the kids school bag. Jason quickly chuckled at the harshness of it, taking his drugs and money was one thing, taking the dudes school bag was just insulting.
“Aye, hold this.” Jason spoke, handing the big blade to Nathan before leaning down and slapping Charlie.
“Oi pussy, you hear me? Come outta that daze.” Jason spoke, slapping him again. “Good, you're awake. Now, if you ever want to shot anything in school or on the streets again you're gonna have to kick up a little something to us. We want 50% of everything, you sell an ounce, half is ours, you sell a fucking ten bag, half is ours. You get the picture?” Jason spat, slapping the teens very red cheek again when no reply came.
“Yeah, I get it.” Charlie coughed, appeasing Jason. He got up panting, wiping the blood now on his hand on his jeans.
“Good, now clean yourself up. Your mom is gonna be home soon and you're a fucking mess.” Jason spoke, opening the door and leading Nathan out of it.
“I think that went well, don't you?” Jason smiled.
“Yeah, sure. Could have made a lot more if I could have taken anything I wanted though, the fuck man?” Nathan question, obviously annoyed at only being able to take what Jason had said.
“Yo, you think he's gonna tell his hard working nurse mum that a couple of motherfuckers broke in, beat him down and stole all the drugs he was gonna sell at school? Nah brother, he's gonna say he got jumped on the way back from school or some shit. That means no pigs, no pigs means no trouble, ya feel?”
“That makes sense.” Nathan spoke, handing Jason the hunting knife back. “Keep it man, you and... Boris were made for each other.”