Toe Rag: Piece B

Notion flung himself over the bonnet of a nearby car and waited for the Cops firing to cease. He flattened onto the concrete and peered underneath the vehicle, straining his eyes until he spotted what had to be two boot-covered feet. He aimed the Glock, steadied its barrel, and let one round off. The officer let out a shrill shriek as he collapsed forward unto the concrete.

Notion found his feet and began climbing the Concrete Blairsville barricade-like fence. The Officer's wails rung in his ears as he landed within Blairsville Property. Multiple houses that lined the suburbia street began to have lights turn on, and multiple dogs could be heard barking down the Long street in an uneven layered unison. The Officer wailed and wailed; eventually calming himself to call his tone to be able to call for backup.

People soon began to disarm their security locked front doors and peer out of their houses and walk outside conversing with one another about hearing gunshot and their potentially being a mad man on the loose. Notion felt sweat begin to cloud his forehead as the suburban men and women began to scout the alleys and what appeared to be a middle aged security guard accompanied with a tall strong 'family man' type approached and opened the front gate to their enclosure in order to aid the fallen boy in blue. Without thinking much he edged toward the back row of the house block and began jumping fences, after about the third set he began to grow tiresome, ye had cigarettes to thank for that. On the fourth backyard a Great Dane dashed towards him its teeth snarling as it did. Instead of sinking its teeth into Notion leg, the canine instead let out a series of brain rattling barks. He had over a dozen more backyards to jump through yet the dog would or already had given away his position. He only heard the dogs barks but he knew that the street dwellers had most definitely heard the dogs noise. He glided across the property his feet almost never touching the ground, but as he latched onto the wooden fence for next door, the dog began gnawing ferociously at Notion raggy pants, and soon after the mutt had ripped a large hole in them, he struck the dog twice in the head with his lace up boots and jumped over into the neighbors yard.

"These stuck up fucks sure are a bunch of casuals" he thought as he climbed the final concrete barrier; the one that separated Blairsville from the great Kuja city river that ran through all 4 sides of Kuja in a somewhat 'S' like shape. Notion tried his phone in an attempt to get a home of Allister. He walked alongside the river as the phone rang. But to no answer. He then rung Anita who picked up almost instantly.

"Yo Anita I need picking up on the edge of Blairsville the side closest to the Kuja River."

"Alright, I'll be there in 10 minutes. Well talk then. Whatever you do, DO NOT sell any more of your 'soap'. Meet me by the Diner on the corner of 3rd street alright?"

"Ok will do. What's the name of the Diner?"

"It's called 'Pottery synthetic Diner' it has a Sci-Fi theme you'll know it when you see it."

"Alright I'll wait for you inside."

Notion walked a while further and noticed a powder sifting from his jacket pocket.

"THE BAG!" he exclaimed mentally, it must have ripped as he was hoping those odd dozen fences. He tried salvaging as much as he could but he now only had a fraction of what he had in the first place, barely a few grams. He knew he couldn't walk into the diner or let alone in public with a smear of white powder through his hoodie pockets and over his front. And so he tied a knot on the bag that was even closer to the bottom of the bag and tossed his hoodie into the river as he paced towards the end of the walkway towards the 3rd street diner. As he arrived at the street corner, he received a text. Strangely enough it was from Emma, the hooker he had sold to a short while ago. The text read: "Hey you gor anymore? I'm all out. Meet out West." Notion only took a moment to respond with: "I'm all out, stay safe yeah?" and with that he entered the diner.

Anita sparked up the thickest joint that Notion had seen in months.

"Do you mind if I hit that after you?"

Anita asked the joint in her ashtray and offered it to Notion, who snatched it up like candy and puff puff passed.

"So what's the plan Anita?"

"I'm just going to do the rounds, visit all of the girls you sold to tonight."

"Well I only sold to one tonight, Emma, she text about scoring some more coke."

Anita took a long drag of the joint.

"Oh really?"

Then she passed the joint to Notion once more.

"I'm thinking we ask her for her location, that way we can do the whole checkup thing and all? What do you reckon Anita?"

"I think…she's dead and whoever she was with didn't have any. And is now mad that their time with her was cut short and wants to get even."

"Damn, Word? Well I mean maybe she has a high tolerance or-"

"- don't give me that, Emma was a lowly hooker she earned no where near enough to do more come than the Madame, and speaking of which the Madame overdosed. So unless she hasn't taken any, she is most surely dead."

"Ok well none the matter, shouldn't we go along with it and find out the location of whoever has her phone?"

"We could. But then they would he prepared. Perhaps you text them, they grab a firearm and wait at the door. I knock they blast me away. I doubt whoever they are could do the job but none the less a shootout in the streets of those western middle class suburbs would be quick to call the pigs."

"I'm confused, what do you suppose we do?"

"The Madame tracked all of the cell phones of her working girls. I have the location."