The Warriors Page #2

Maybe we ought to worry about

who set that goddamn fire.

Come on.

Yeah.

How are you?

I was just checking in.

Yeah, it was a real mess up there.

This guy, Cyrus,

had an accident.

They did?

Well, that's okay.

These guys, the Warriors...

Yeah, they deserve it.

Yeah, we will.

Take care of yourself.

- We set?

- We're set, all right.

Somebody should pick their ass up.

The Riffs sent out the word.

They want them alive.

We don't.

The sooner someone grabs them,

the better.

You afraid the Warriors will shoot their

mouths off before they get racked?

Yeah. Right. I'm worried.

- I just don't want the Riffs on my ass.

- No sweat.

They're looking for the Warriors,

remember?

We can do some looking too.

Ought to make you feel better.

Hey.

- What about the money you owe?

- For what?!

We've had it.

Yeah, I made them.

Two there, one there.

I think they just made us.

You recognize them?

Orphans.

So far down,

they ain't even on the map.

Real low-class.

- Numbers?

- Full strength, maybe 30.

Thirty's a lot more than eight.

Not if they're wimps.

And I'm sick of this running crap.

Come on. This way.

Hey.

- You know where that cat's headed.

- Yeah. Reinforcements.

We're gonna get japed here.

We're gonna get japed.

No matter what he says,

nobody lip-off.

Nobody get hot.

I'm gonna see what I can do.

- When did you turn into a diplomat?

- Yeah.

You ain't exactly

the State Department type.

Fox, you come with me.

- You ought to show me your invitation.

- How do you figure?

Well, you come armying down here,

invading our territory.

No permits, no parley.

We're not invading.

And I'm parleying right now.

We were just at that big meeting

up in the Bronx.

We're going home to Coney.

The train gets messed up by the fire

and dumps us here.

I don't know what

you're talking about, man.

How could this be a big meeting

if the Orphans wasn't there?

You didn't miss anything. There was a

lot of hassle. A lot of heads got busted.

You think the Orphans ain't with it?

You think we ain't well-known?

- We didn't say that.

- Well, we got a heavy rep.

You mess with us,

and you'll find that out.

You see that?

They write about our raids

in the paper.

Yeah.

That's really heavy.

The Orphans, right?

Yeah, our youth worker,

she talks about you guys all the time.

We ain't got one.

That must be because you guys

are so bad, they're afraid of you.

You can make it through our territory,

as long as you're coming in peace.

Cut it, Mercy.

You know what that is, don't you?

Yeah.

Trouble.

Those vests are real nice.

Lighten up, Mercy.

Stop looking for trouble now.

- I should've slapped your mouth

- So who stopped you?

Come on. Give me one.

Just one.

I just want one vest.

You can get another one, man.

No chance.

Are you just gonna let an army walk

through here any time they feel like it?

- How's it gonna look?

- Get lost.

You know, pretty soon, every gang

is just gonna boogie right in,

soldier right through.

I'll tell you, some man you are.

Take your colors off,

you can walk through.

- We don't do that.

- It's just our mark. It don't mean war.

You go as civilians, okay? Go as

soldiers, I gotta come down on you.

Now take off your colors.

You hear me?

F*** you.

We're not gonna hide who we are just

because some whore shakes her ass.

Don't call me no whore.

I ain't no whore!

Let's go.

We're marching to the next station

through these lame fucks's territory.

Now let's move.

Yeah. That's right, Warriors.

Just keep walking.

Real tough mothers, ain't you?

You guys don't show me much.

Why don't you d*ckheads

just walk all the way back home!

- Boy, that chick's got some mouth.

- You two were terrific back there.

- You guys let them down, but good.

- His ass gonna be ringing for a month.

- I say we should have wasted them.

- Come on. The station's this way.

Let me go! Let me be.

Okay, what do you got in mind?

Well, maybe I'm looking

for some real action.

Hey, what about me?

I got the big one.

I'll give it to you, baby.

Let her go.

You gonna jump me?

Maybe we ought to pull a train on you.

You look like you might even like it.

- F*** you!

- Real tough chick.

You see what you get, Warriors?!

You see what you get

when you mess with the Orphans?!

We're gonna rain on you, Warriors!

- Holy sh*t!

- Now!

- Move, move!

- Where is everybody?

Come on!

Hey, wait a minute.

I gotta ask a question.

How come we're running?

I told you, they're a bunch of wimps.

Union Station, here we come.

Hey, what about me?

So, what about you?

We got a report from the Bronx.

Some smalltime clique

ran into them.

The Orphans.

- They're not in our network.

- They rumble anyway.

They got wasted.

Okay, let's get down to it, boppers.

We're gonna have to do

better out there.

Our friends just made it past

one of the minor league teams.

Remember, boppers,

be looking good.

All that's going on?

Right. Great.

Great.

Yeah.

Well?

Some two-bit outfit almost got them,

but bopped their way past.

- We can meet them at 96th Street.

- The platform's crawling with cops.

Cops are trying to rack up

every gang in this town.

- Me and you included.

- How come you're so happy?

I'm having a good time.

Let's go!

How much longer we gotta wait?

We might be here forever.

I'm sick of waiting for trains.

Vermin, sit down and shut up.

Okay, okay.

- Let's go!

- Where are we going?

Hey, hold it!

- Right there.

- Come on.

- Hold it.

- Hey.

Take the uptown.

- Make it! Make it!

- Move!

- Hey! Move! Move!

- Wait up!

- Come back here!

- Hold it!

Let's double back!

- This way!

- No. Come on. Over here.

That way! Go!

- Down the stairs!

- Hurry up.

- The street!

- Far enough, already.

This way.

Oh, sh*t!

Run!

Just get out of here!

Move!

- Goddamn you!

- Let go of me!

Where are they?

- Union Square! Union Square!

- What about the others?

We gotta go!

Keep after them! Keep on!

Maybe we'd better take off.

Yeah. Right.

- Did we lose these f***ing clowns?

- Look.

Holy sh*t!

Snow, with me!

Hey!

I can't make it.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.

Good. I'm sick of running

from these wimps.

I'm gonna shove that bat up your ass

and turn you into a Popsicle.

Come on.

- F***ing-A.

- Hey!

Come on, cowboy.

Sh*t, I figured they were wimps.

The latest sports news

off the street, boppers.

The Baseball Furies dropped the ball,

made an error.

Our friends are on second base

and trying to make it all the way home.

But the inside word is that

the odds are against them.

Stay tuned, boppers.

Stay tuned.

- Where is everybody?

- Looks like we're the first ones here.

We're just gonna

have to sit and wait.

They'll show up.

Looks like something else

showed up.

Well, hey, hey, hey.

Now look at what you find here

in the big city.

- Man, you guys. We ain't got time.

- You kidding?

Time's what we got plenty of.

Hi.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

I guess she don't know

that parks ain't safe after dark.

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