"You did not fuck her," Ronny shook his head as he took a big bite of his sandwich, spilling some of his lettuce onto the dashboard.
Charlie raised an eyebrow and Ronny quickly got to cleaning up.
"She's a whore," Robbie explained, "Besides, I've fucked more beautiful women that you've even dreamed of."
"You were a virgin in high school," Ronny dismissed Robbie's claim.
"I did think you were kind of queer in high school because of that," Charlie quipped, "I mean everybody was getting laid in high school and you had the pretty hair and all that, still wasn't getting nothing."
"You just said I got pretty hair and I'm the fag?" Ronny shot back.
"Did you just call me a fag?" Charlie's piercing black eyes shot right through Ronny's face that had turned from a wry smile into a face of horror.
"We've got something," Donte tapped Charlie on the shoulder from the backseat on the driver side as he pointed to the end of the road.
They were parked on the side of an off-road that led from the industrial district where there were many factories and warehouses into the city. It was the only way to get into the city from out of town without going over the bridge and they had been standing there for the last two hours with just a few pickup trucks going by every few minutes or so. From the top of the hill came a truck, maybe an 8-wheeler, with the letters 'ABC' plastered on the side of it.
The car got quiet as they watched the truck go down the hill and got closer to them. Charlie tapped Ronny on the shoulder and he quickly pulled out four masks and passed it to each of them.
"Hold on," Donte said, "Let's just get it to stop or some shit first."
"That motherfucker ain't stopping for no n*gger," Charlie scoffed as he got out the car and grabbed his shotgun. He pointed it directly at the truck and it came to a halt before the driver could be seen frantically shuffling around in the car before the car started to go in reverse. Charlie loaded up the shotgun and shot a warning shot that blasted through the rear view mirror. It was either great aim or a terrible one. Either way, the truck came to a stop and the driver put his hands up.
Charlie walked over to the driver side and Ronny followed while Robbie was still sort of fumbling around with his mask. Donte took a deep breathe before getting out of the car, grabbing his old reliable handgun that he was undefeated with. He quickly shuffled to the passenger side and when Charlie ordered the driver to get out the car, he grabbed the car keys from the ignition and sprinted to the back of the truck.
His heart was beating out of his chest as Donte kept looking around, making sure no one was coming from down the hill. It was an isolated road but he knew it only took one brave motherfucker to send him to join his parents. Donte tried the different set of keys before one finally opened up the cargo and up the doors went, flying up to reveal the various boxes of liquor. Robbie finally joined Donte in the back.
"Holy shit," Robbie said, taking off his mask as he got into the cargo, "We're going to need a fucking truck of this shit."
"Get the scotch and the fucking whiskies," Donte ordered, "Get the shit that looks expensive."
"How we're doing boys?" Charlie ordered from the front of the truck, drawing a thumb up sign from Donte through the side mirror. Ronny pulled the car up behind the truck and they started off-loading the boxes of liquor into Charlie's car until the car's suspension just couldn't take anymore.
Donte tapped the side of the truck and Charlie finally removed the gun from the driver's face and started walking towards Donte before turning around and slamming the butt of the gun into the driver's face. He hit the ground, headfirst, and blood started gushing out of his face. Charlie laughed as he ran into the car and started whooping and hollering.
"Ooooweeeee boys! Let's go! Let's go!"
Donte didn't know it at the time -- who could have? -- but he had just been at the genesis of one of the greatest crews Port Town had ever seen.
They didn't have a cool nickname or sexy moniker in the press or even a signature style but Ronny, Robbie, Charlie and Donte quickly turned into prolific hijackers. They'd stop and rob any low-level truck they could find, even produce items, and since they weren't robbing armored trucks or banks, it never even made the local news. It even got the point that they wouldn't just rob the contents of the truck, they'd rob the truck itself. They had almost perfected a routine. Donte would case out a truck route, Ronny would steal a car for that day's heist and Charlie was the muscle while Robbie.....well, Robbie was just sort of around. They'd stop the truck, throw the driver into the stolen car and take off with the truck. They'd drop the goods of the truck off with Bobby and by the time the truck was even reported stolen, it had already gone through a chop shop.
They weren't making bank, at most it'd be a few hundreds per job but they were easy jobs, so easy that sometimes the gun wouldn't even be loaded. They'd rob a truck in the morning, go home for lunch, rob another before the sun went down and head home for supper and drinks with the boys. Except for Donte. He still wasn't one of the boys and he wasn't trying to be. His address might have changed but he was still Donte. He was still the moolie.
"I just don't understand why I never get to drive," Robbie complained as the foursome hopped out of the crowded cabin of the truck.
They were in an empty parking lot where the only other car was Charlie's.
"Do you even have a license?" Charlie asked him as he made his way to his car, opening up the trunk, "Let's get this shit and get it over with, I'm fucking starving."
"I do," Robbie explained as he helped Ronny unlock the cargo of the truck. Donte was sort of milling around, looking around as he tried to warm up his hands.
"What'd you say this shit was, D?" Ronny asked as Donte turned around.
"Electronics," Donte explained as he came over to the back of the cargo, "Should be like a bunch of radios and shit, you know, easy shit to sell on the streets."
"This isn't no radio, padre."
Ronny lifted up what could be described as a small, square rectangle that was packed with duck tape. Ronny handed Donte the contents and Donte shook it up, thinking maybe it was just electronic parts. They'd be worthless so he groaned in frustration as he couldn't hear anything. Robbie came over and took another one of those duck tapped rectangles, piercing one with his key chain.
"You fucking idiots," he snickered, "This shit's dope."