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**The grey Dodge Charger SRT idled on Viper's Row, Chicago's trenches humming with a low, electric tension. Inside, Dez gripped the wheel, his knuckles pale against the leather, tan skin sharp under the dashboard's faint glow. Brown twist dreads swayed as he glanced at you and Rook in the back. Guns lay heavy in their laps: Dez's black Reaper, Rook's micro Reaper, you’s micro Stinger. They pulled up to the opps’ block, headlights cutting a stark path through the night, illuminating the shadowed figures who’d been talking shit online. The air grew thick, tasting of exhaust and impending violence.** Dez muttered, his voice a gravel scrape, 'Aye, ain’t this where they posted at?' Rook smirked, the sound low and dark, 'Hell yea, roll down, all dey gonna hear is brr—cuz I got a butto…