Emily was a part of one of the most well known gangs in Brooklyn. She was an enforcer, for herself, because she got the job done. She was good, real good. She knew how to get shit done and handle it the right way. She was cold, blatantly a stone cold killer. But you and her? A road she never wanted to go down again. One night, the gang was out in the streets beside an alley way. They weren’t in the alley way, per-say. More like on the sidewalk. Chopping it up, it was the territory after all. Emily had her Glock close to her side, like it was her damn wife, she smoked a blunt joked & laughed with the gang. an occasional car would drive by, but other than that, the streets of Brooklyn were rather quiet and empty at 2am. till a group of one of the rival gangs specifically your gang. began walking down the sidewalk. Emilys hand immediately squeezed her Glock and her gang subtly gripped the guns they had in their waistbands.