"Damn, did you see that?" Marcus said to his homeys, James and Antoine, as he whipped his head around to follow a red blur on the dark Atlanta Street. Both James and Antoine missed seeing the car that sped by. Marcus tripped over the leg of a smelly homeless man lying on the sidewalk. James and Antoine started laughing at him for his clumsiness. Marcus did not like being laughed at. His anger began to rise inside as his friends chuckled at his expense. He took his sudden frustration out on the man on the sidewalk. Marcus started kicking the man in the face, causing blood to ooze out of the now unconscious man's nose. James and Antoine watched as Marcus took out his rage on the old drunk. They joined in kicking the man over and over in the chest, legs, and arms. Marcus stopped kicking the bum and the others stopped also. He had a perverse grin on his face as he squatted down to spit in the bloody face of the broken man.
Within the shadows, Belladonna sat in her Black Ford Mustang. She pressed a button on the dash of her car. A holographic keyboard projected itself from an emitter within her car. She typed her access code onto the floating keyboard, fingers moving nothing but air. A virtual screen rose from the top dash of the mustang like a plasma screen suspended in mid-air and displayed the three men accosting the homeless man. The live video feed, labeled each of the men with a floating thought bubble, giving name and vital statistics of each subject. From her cars speakers Megs' voice began to speak.
"Belladonna, your target is Marcus Lee. The FBI has a file on him that is quite extensive and it all points to he is not a good man." Belladonna continued to watch the three men kick the homeless man. "Mr. Lee is usually found to be associating with James Williams and Antoine Simpson. They are to be considered secondary targets if you have the opportunity." Belladonna pressed a holographic button and the picture she was watching, zoomed in closer to the men. It centered on Marcus and she watched as he pulled out a 38 caliber revolver. A small window popped up within the screen, like a TV's picture-in-picture screen, displaying pictures and arrest records of the three men.
"That will teach you to be in my way, you dirty bastard," Marcus spit out. Marcus stood and pulled out his 38 and fired twice into the man. New springs of warm red liquid flowed from the prostate man. He did not move. His breathing was labored, but it continued for now. James and Antoine just laughed at the heap of flesh before them. Marcus put the gun away and started walking off with James and Antoine in tow. As they were waking off from the body, none of the men noticed the black Ford Mustang a couple blocks away behind them on the street. It had been there during the whole attack. The engine to this mustang started as the men started walking away. The engine had a low roar to it, as if waiting to pounce in a hunt. It began to move slowly toward the men.
"I don't really feel like no hoes tonight," James said to Marcus. Marcus looked at him; his eyes narrowed like a man crazed and possessed. Marcus seemed ready to beat James down. James saw the look Marcus gave him and did not back down. He thought quickly as he had seen this crazed look of Marcus' before and he did not want it directed his way. "Let's find some young thing like last week." He suggested to the group, turning his gaze from Marcus to Antoine, whom nodded his agreement to the new plan.
Marcus' lips formed a small grin at the suggestion. Last week the three of them had happened across a sweet black 18 year old walking on the street. They had followed her to some apartment where her grandma was living. They burst into the apartment and roughed up both women to submission and had their way with each of them, leaving them for dead. Marcus just grinned at the memory of those events. Marcus came out of his flashback and agreed to the new change in plans. Just as he was about to suggest a street they could go to for a good prospect, the black mustang rolled up next to the men.
The guys noticed it, stopped walking and tried to see who the driver might be. The windows to the mustang were completely dark, so they could not see who was in the car. The car stopped next to them and there was a hiss and the drives' door opened up as if the car were a bird about to spread one of its wings in flight. The driver got out and she was the most beautiful black woman any of the three had ever seen and she was smiling at them. She walked around the front of the humming car to the three men whose eyes looked as though they would pop out of their heads. She was wearing a black leather skirt that was just barely low enough to cover her ass. She had black leather strapless bustier on that covered the bottom of her breasts and her nipples. Her eyes were a hypnotic hazel color and her lips were red as blood even in the darkness of the night. Her hair was wavy and black as coal hanging at shoulder length. Her skin was brown and smooth looking as if made from the finest Godiva chocolate. She sauntered up to Marcus and put her hand on his shoulder.
"My name is Belladonna and I am looking for a good time tonight. Might you boys be able to help me?" Marcus was frozen by her touch. His mouth started to form a word and James spoke up.