Chapitre 7: Chapter 7: Gathering the Pieces
Planning a rebellion against the most dangerous man in the slums wasn't something you did overnight. It required precision, timing, and most importantly, a way to stay alive long enough to make it happen.
Cole spent the next few days moving through the streets, gathering information, watching Crenshaw's men, and figuring out where their weaknesses were. Every alleyway, every hidden corner of the slums was a potential battleground. The weight of what they were about to do hung heavy over his head, but Cole knew there was no turning back now.
Ty, Zack, and Lina each had their roles to play. Ty was in charge of gathering supplies—anything that could be used as a weapon, anything they could trade for information. Zack, with his quiet, calculating mind, kept tabs on Crenshaw's movements, tracking which areas were under the tightest control and where their best chance of slipping through was. Lina, ever resourceful, made connections with people who were tired of living under Crenshaw's thumb, stirring up quiet support for the plan.
It wasn't much, but it was a start.
"We hit them hard and fast," Cole said one night as they gathered in their hideout, a map of the slums spread out in front of them. "They won't expect it. If we can take out their supply chain, we cut off their money."
Ty leaned over the map, chewing on his lip. "And then what? Even if we hit them, they'll come after us."
"Not if we hit them in more than one place," Zack said, his eyes flicking to Cole. "We split up. They can't follow all of us."
Lina frowned, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "And what if one of us gets caught? We're risking everything."
Cole met her gaze, his expression steady. "We know the streets better than they do. We'll move fast, and we won't stick around long enough for them to catch up."
Lina still looked unconvinced, but she didn't argue.
As they finalized their plans, Cole couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. If this went wrong, it wouldn't just be them who suffered. The people in the slums—the shopkeepers, the families—they'd all feel the backlash. But if they didn't do anything, Crenshaw would keep squeezing the life out of them all until there was nothing left.
"This is it," Cole said quietly, looking around at his friends. "Once we do this, there's no going back."
Ty grinned, his usual cocky confidence back in full force. "I never liked going back anyway."
Zack nodded, his face unreadable, but there was a flicker of determination in his eyes. Lina, still worried but resolute, took a deep breath and nodded as well.
Cole glanced at the map one last time, then folded it up and slipped it into his coat pocket. It was time.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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