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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
 
                                              JUPITER RISING

                                               Chapter Seven

         ÒWhoa, cool man, bad ass.  Homey here has wheels!Ó Traynor Wilson 
said to his friend Alfonse as a battered Yugo pulled up along the curb.  A 
finger and thumb were flashed at him from one of the carÕs occupants.  
         ÒGet in!Ó a voice said encouragingly.  Traynor looked at Alfonse.  The 
car already had three homeys in it, and it wasnÕt the prettiest heÕd ever 
seen, but it was wheels and that was what they needed if they wanted to 
pick up some girls and go to the party in style.  Dating by way of the city 
bus was not exactly what got the women excited.
         ÒRighteous!Ó Traynor Wilson said.  Someone opened the YugoÕs side 
door.  Trash spilled out.  Home boy Magnus leaned forward.  Traynor Wilson 
got in, pressing past him into the YugoÕs back seat.  Then Alfonse got in 
after him, all of them squeezing in together.  It was hot and crowded.  
There wasnÕt much room left for the ladies.  The carÕs driver, Shemiel, 
turned up the hip-hop.  What the car lacked in room would have to be made 
up for in stylish ear-popping noise.  Not that much had been invested in the 
YugoÕs stereo as of yet, however.  It was still the factory-installed 
version.
         ÒSay man, that shit has got to go!Ó Traynor told Shemiel from the 
back seat.
         ÒYeah, I know.  Shit radioÕs all we got for tonight,Ó Shemiel 
answered.  He was just pulling away from the curb when L.A.Õs finest 
appeared behind him.  ÒOh fuck!  We got some heat!Ó Shemiel said.  The 
home boys were not slow to respond.  The car emptied in seconds.  
Shemiel, still sitting behind the wheel and with fast-charging hip hop 
blasting his ears, decided to make a break.  If he was going downtown for 
stealing a car, he might as well try to get away first.  After all, he was 
older than the other home boys.  Some of them were under 18, headed only 
for juvenile hall if they were caught.  He was 24, and that meant sitting 
with the big boys and possibly learning to bend over for them.
         Shemiel hit the gas.  The cop carÕs doomsday lights began flashing.  
It was a short chase, and the next morning, when Mrs. Helen Morganstern 
turned on her television, she learned that the police had a break in the 
kidnapping case.  Lisa Onion had apparently been kidnapped by a black man.

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