The lads of Conceited Crusade are bringing it. This is how a man provides:
Now it was their turn for a riot. It kicked off as night fell. Gas from cop grenades curled and spots of fire lit up the cityscape to the north. Downtown looked like Tokyo after it got firebombed.
Keith was called in. Had to set up barricades. He burned around a corner fast with the squad car sirens on and blue lights pumping.
I’m coming through; move.
On his right he saw movement in a pawn shop. He braked hard against the curb and squawked his megaphone. Four figures evaporated out of the place. Two slithered out the back door and the other two gazelle-hopped through the hole where the storefront window had been. Wiry kids. Opportunists. Their sneakers skittered and slipped on the glass shards. Then they were gone.
Keith blinked. The…
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