Concrete Loyalties: The Kaisani Vaka Chronicles

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𝘠𝘰, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘒𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘝𝘢𝘬𝘢,𝘰𝘳 𝘒𝘢𝘪, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘝𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘪 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.

One night, the streets were alive with the sound of gunfire up in Morningwood, echoing through the streets. I found myself caught up in the middle of it, running from the flashing lights and wailing sirens. A damn shooting went down, and I was in the wrong place at the wrong damn time. The cops were hot on my tail, and in that moment, I had to make a choice - fight or flight.

𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘴. 𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘢 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩. 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘗𝘐, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘐𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯-𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘯, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦-𝘰𝘳-𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸. 𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧, 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘒𝘢𝘪 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

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