"Its almost curfew hour and I think we've had enough fun for today. I'd assume the Masens have a pretty good handle on your younger friends, correct? Give me your numbers and I'll give you mine so we can contact each other when necessary."
She shrugs and gives you a cellphone number.
"For now, I suggest you stay low and stock up on whatever gear you can scavenge from work or the streets. First though, what do you want me to call each of you? Every anarchistic terrorist needs a catchy name, eh?"
"We don't go by anything. That's Jimmy, Luke, Matt, and that passed out guy's name is Kenny."
On a more serious note, are any of you good at a damn thing? If anyone has any... Special skills, I suggest you bring it up so we can make use of it."
"Well my brother knows a lot about medical stuff. I sorta know how to fight, how to steal, how to use a gun and how to live on the street without dying..."
"We're going to need equipment, and a lot of it. Glass bottles, gas and rags for molotov cocktails, and anything else we can gather. All I've got is my .45, so I'm going to take a look around town and see if I can get my hands on an upgrade."
Sarah holds a hand out to her little brother, who produces a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and hands them to her. She lights one and takes a puff, before nodding and handing them back.
"I think we can handle that. We'll store them at my hideout. As for upgrading your gun, I know a guy in the Ghetto who could hook you up, he only works on Friday, I'll set up a meeting for you next week, since he's probably closed for the night."
"Masen, if anything comes up, don't hesitate to contact me. Let me know if you're going to have any "fun", so I can come along for the ride. I'm itching to cause some damage but I'd feel more confident once we're better armed. Oh, this is going to be fun!"
"You should probably start taking your medicine again. We usually just hang out, occasionally we vandalize something. These guys can't work up the nerve to do anything else."
"So you want to talk about anything else? If not we'll be going home, these morons have school in the morning and have to explain to Kenny's parents about why he has a graze on his thigh. I'm thinking he cut himself on something, how about you?"
"Get a good night's rest now."
She and the rest of the gang snicker.
When you get home, you take a hot shower and throw your clothes into the washing machine.
Strange enough, even though you feel drop dead tired, you cannot sleep, no matter what you try. And you tried everything, even several cold showers and warm milk.
When your alarm clock goes off, signalling the beginning of the workday, you haven't got a single hour of sleep, but your arm isn't numb any more.
Today is a work day, it is six o' clock now, you have to be at work at Seven, where you'll for twelve hours. You could call in sick, seeing as a flu is going around, and you get paid half wages for not getting others sick. So do you go to work? Or do something completely different?
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