Part 2
Arrival
As the train continued down the tracks to The Bronx, several of The Warriors and Whispers soon found themselves in conversation with one another. Gazz and Cleon were talking about the origins of their gangs. Rembrandt was explaining to Indigo how her kept a steady hand when tagging, not noticing the shy glances the female writer stole at Snow ever know at then. Blaze and Franklin were fooling around, naturally, and even trading semi-dirty jokes with Cochise and Vermin. Honey had considerably warmed up to Ajax and was getting rather??chummy? with him. Camboune watched out the corner of his eye, somewhat jealous, seeing as he had feelings for her for quite a while.
She half-smiled at him. ?Heh, normally I stick to guys from my own clique, but I like your style.?
Ajax smirked. ?How about after this dumb powwow?s over we get together for a little ?conclave? of our own?? The hand he had on her shoulder drifted down to rest on her rear end.
?Sounds good to me??
?Forget it Ajax.? Cleon said, having overheard them. ?We don?t have the time.?
?Same goes for you, Honey.? Gazz added. ?We?re going to the conclave then straight back to Brooklyn.?
?Oh joy.? She deadpanned, obviously annoyed with her leader, slouching in her seat. Ajax looked none too happy with Cleon himself.
Valentine rolled her eyes. ?How fitting that Honey would end up with a guy who thinks with his libido.?
?Shut it, b***h.? Ajax snapped.
?You first, you stupid ape.? Valentine spat back at him.
That did it. Ajax lunged forward to take a swing at her, only to have Honey jump up in front of him.
?Don?t even think about it.? She narrowed her eyes at him. Ajax sneered at her and took a seat again, ticked off that she didn't take his side. Honey sat away from him next time. The feud was back in motion. Cleon looked like he was beginning to regret picking Ajax as one of the heavy muscle.
?Ajax, over here. Now.? Cleon had Ajax follow him to the farther end of the compartment.
?Ooo, someone?s getting lectuuuured!? Blaze giggled, getting elbowed in the ribs by Franklin.
?So what do you guys think this conclave thing is all about?? West asked Swan, who shrugged.
?Don?t know, not even Fox has heard anything. We?re gonna have to wait and find out.?
?Guess you?re right,? West responded, shrugging himself.
?Hey Fox, how much longer till we?re there?? Cowboy leaned back in his seat, pushing his hat over his eyes.
?About fifteen minutes.? Fox responded, looking at the subway map with Rembrandt.
Ajax then walked from the far end of the train, looking none too happy about getting a talking to. He stormed back to his seat, practically hissing and spitting like an angry cat.
?Don?t tell me to f***ing ?calm down?, bulls****?? He muttered under his breath. Indigo looked up from her sketchbook as he passed her. Ajax glared at her in a way that could only be described as venomous.
?What??
?N-nothing.? Indigo squeaked, eyes going back to her sketchbook.
?Leave her alone, it?s not her fault you can?t control yourself.? Swan remarked.
Ajax glared at the warchief before taking his seat across from Honey. The two then engaged in a staring contest consisting mainly of death glares. A Camboune (who was still jealous) shook his head and glanced sidelong at Vermin.
?How long do you think until he?s trying to feel her up again?? He asked.
?Five minutes, tops.? Vermin snickered.
?Or not, ?cause we?re here.? Fox said, having heard in on their conversation. The train had indeed pulled into the station at The Bronx. The doors opened with a hiss and both gangs began to file out. Several of them exchanged goodbyes, now on better terms then when they got on the train. Honey just glared at Ajax and ignored him.
Gazz was talking with Cleon as they exited the train.
?You guys ain?t a bad bunch. You wanna to consider an alliance or I dunno, affiliation?? Gazz asked.
?I?ll think about it.? Cleon responded.
?Well, when you decide, you?re welcome in Sunset Park whenever.? Gazz half-smiled, walking off with his gang. ?Let?s go Whispers.?
***
It was now hours after the conclave. Cyrus had been shot and the blame was placed on The Warriors. Several gangs were trying to make it home alive, The Whispers included.
Honey sighed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. She was walking through Central Park with Indigo, Griffin, Franklin and Blaze.
?It sucks we got separated from the others, damn cops.? Franklin muttered. To avoid being spotted by the police, they split up and ran onto different trains. They?d gotten away safely, but now they had no idea where Gazz, West, Valentine or Camboune were.
?And our radio got busted at the conclave, so we have no idea what?s going on.? Griffin said, holding up his boombox, which looked like it had seen better days.
?Goddamnit, let me go!? A familiar voice shouted in the distance. The five Whispers stopped.
?I know that voice?? Honey said. They ran up and ducked into some bushes. Ajax was handcuffed to a park bench, taking a swing at a woman in an orange blouse.
?She must be a cop or something.? Franklin whispered.
?Sucks for him?? Blaze muttered.
A squad car pulled up, two cops coming out of it. Ajax knocked down the first one, but the second got him in the stomach with his nightstick. The Warriors doubled over and lifted his head up, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
?F***in? wimp.? He muttered.
Two more squad cars pulled up, and the Whispers ducked back into the bushes.
?Guess we?ll have to wait until they get out of here before we keep going.? Griffin shrugged.
?What about Ajax?? Indigo asked.
?There?s seven of them and five of us. We?d probably end up in jail with him.? Blaze said, peeking out at the cops.
?No we won?t.? Honey said. ?At least not if we do it right.?
?You mean you have-?? Franklin started.
?I have an idea.? Honey finished for him. ?Follow me, we?re getting him out.? She crawled off into the bushes, Indigo, Franklin and Blaze following her. Griffin sighed before following suite.
?Gazz isn?t going to like this??
