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[ The feed turns on shakily and abruptly, showing at first a view of mostly sky, but then it catches more blurry glimpses of scenery -- what might be recognizable as downtown Nonah, if someone were to squint or was just very familiar with the area by now -- as it moves again, as if being wrestled from someone. Voices can be heard above the fainter sounds of traffic, although there's the steady pulse of a nearby car stereo playing loudly and, occasionally, an engine revving.

Then the communicator steadies, being held at its owner's side; the camera now gives an un-aimed view the street, though at a somewhat diagonal, catching about half of the car in question in the shot. A guy's voice, about a foot away, says: "--the sickest shit I ever seen, man! Orale, show the guy, Angie!" And then the communicator moves again, the man holding it taking a step back as Angie breathes fire about five feet into the air. Only the fire and not Angie herself is visible on the screen, although within moments the speaker is stepping close again.

"You see that? It's legit, right? Just one selfie, man! Just one, come on!" ]

Then what, you'll finally beat it? [ Diablo's not speaking into the communicator, obviously, so his voice is muted, though still audible. ] I got nothing to say about no heroes, kid. Whatever you want? It ain't got nothing to do with me.

[ "Yeah, yeah, whatever! Damn, why you got to be such a bummer, dude?" The communicator raises again, rotating around to show two people: #1, a heavily tattooed man in a letterman-style jacket, "Diablo" embroidered on it like a nametag, looking impatiently at #2, who appears to be a teenager with slicked back hair ("AA" shaved into the sides), a lightning bolt tattoo on his neck, and large mirrored sunglasses. ]

Okay, how--

[ But, smiling delightedly, the boy waves into the camera, declaring: "Heeeey, imPorts! Que onda, stay crazy, guys -- we still believe in you! We got your backs now, so take it easy! Ride or die, man!" before he laughs and runs out of frame to join his off-screen friends; the car motor revs again. Diablo, still holding the communicator, does nothing for a moment except flick his eyes irritably and skeptically in that direction, then turns the camera around to capture the kids driving away. The car's plate reads "DOUBLE A". ]

Man, the hell was that. [ And now the camera once again rotates, his skeptical gaze gracing the screen. ] If that's what you all got around here, then no wonder they be importing in heroes like furniture.

[ Well... "heroes," as the still-dubious expression on his face may go on to suggest. He shrugs, then shakes his head. ]

But hey, y'know-- it's whatever. Anyone know where's a good shoe place around here?

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Each to their own. I'm sure you've fought plenty of your own wars.

Well, maybe-- I dunno if I'd call them wars.

Battles?

[ Hm. Closer. ]

Nah-- fights.

Personal fights? Doesn't really sound as good.

Better personal than impersonal though, right?

Probably. Never been a soldier?

Nah, not me, homie. Gangs.

Never would have guessed. [Check out Mr. Sarcasm over here.]

Been in a few gangs myself. Preferred the military, usually know where you stand with them.

[ ... Hah. ]

That ain't always preferable.

Nn, maybe not. Makes things easier though. I take it you were in control though? Of this gang?

I was, yeah -- pretty much. No point in it otherwise, you know? Ain't nothing protects you better than power does.

Also tends to mean everyone wants you dead. So.

[Jacks been a bodyguard for so many gang bosses in his life that he knows a thing or two about everyone trying to murder them.]

Ain't that much of a dealbreaker if people already wanting you dead anyway, though -- better if you got a gang to back you up, then. Sometimes it's the only choice you really get.

You can defend yourself though. Had plenty die for you, I'm sure.

I protect my people -- I don't kill 'em.

[ Well.

Mostly. ]

Right. But sometimes they die. It's inevitable.

Yeah. Sometimes they do.

[ It seems for a moment like Diablo might add more to that, maybe is planning to, but that's all he says. Really, all that needs to be said. ]

[Jack's been around enough to know how this gang thing usually goes.]

That why you don't do it any more?

[ Yes. But: ]

When I went to prison.

Still there back home?

[This guy seems pretty young to already have had a gang, gone to prison and be out again...]

Life sentence, so.

[ Aka no, actually, though he still thinks he should be. ]

Oh. Yeah. I've had a few of those. You kill someone?

[ Weirdly that isn't even too eyebrow-raising of a statement (not that Diablo has eyebrows), considering how common multiple life sentences can be. ]

Yeah. What about you?

[A small shrug.]

One or two.

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