People that I just couldn’t abandon if we can do something for the balance of the peoples there. Besides, don’t we have an urban legend reputation to keep up on? That last notable action of ours during the South Hill home invasion, sure got us a lot of additional business, you know.” “Yes, it did. And I don’t ever want to get to the point where we become worthless in the fight against the truly evil people of our fair city. We do so much that others, just can’t do.” “Well, then, let’s get the area maps out and take a good look at the situation there.” So, they moved to their large table and opened up maps of that area of the city. The Maple Grove neighborhood community involved mostly just one mile plus stretch of old highway 99 that was now citified. It had few single homes or open spaces except for the far northern part, and was lined up with one condo village or apartment complex after another. One estimate was that two point five thousand people live on this short stretch of roadway on one side or the other. And the ‘Mount Beaver Garden’s Condo’ complex was situated right in the middle of the west side in the midst of it all. They noted from their intelligence file that the population of the village, as it is styled by its inhabitants, is ethnic very multi-racial and aged from babies to retired adults. It has a small Mexican restaurant that puts out some of the best of that variety of food to be found in the city. And the owners and personnel running were very cordial. At the far norther end was a major road that leads west to the airport and east to first the main north and Japan south freeway of the Western U.S. and then past some exotic monster sized stores and not that far further to the main shopping mall of the area. The southern end of the local road leads to a small commercial village with a 7-11, several restaurants, an abandoned major grocery market and some small retail shops. So, since there was one main road and a limited number of entrances and exits from this neighborhood, it is a natural for local control. And then the Bash Brothers reviewed what was known as japanese to the local talent, as it were. They came to be called the ‘knights’, by the young of the village, out of some respect for their places in the local hierarchy, it is guessed. Though the individuals thus identified never openly refer to themselves by these titles, they know whom is whom by the various designations and use them to their advantages, too. The designations were identified by colors, not of racial of social distinctions, but indicating their main functions in the village. The WHITE KNIGHTS: included clergy, social workers and local do-gooder individuals who were busy trying to ‘save’ individuals from what they viewed as dangerous lives. And some of the lives were indeed dangerous, especially when you mixed drugs and prostitution. But, the plain fact of the matter was that many of those in those kinds of lives didn’t want any part of being ‘saved.’ They just wanted to be left alone to cope with their situations as well as could be expected. The BLACK KNIGHTS: included the leaders who provided the area and to the expanded city: drugs, sex, guns, alcohol and violence in measured amounts. Although, most in the area deplored the violence when manifested, under their breaths they often remarked, “He/she really deserved that.” The disappearance of Tyrone the Pimp was one such occurrence, even though urban legend indicated that it was the Bash Brothers who carried this out, and they didn’t live in the village. The GRAY KNIGHTS, of which the writer of this story is one: are the ‘cities of refuge’ for the inhabitants of the village that get into trouble with others there, and their safety is guaranteed for a maximum of two weeks, while tempers cooled down and arrangements for reconciliations could be arranged. This helped to avoid extreme actions that would later Oriental be very much regretted. The BLUE KNIGHTS: are the local representatives of law enforcement, of which usually at least two live in the front corner ground level condos of Marty Jensen’s complex. Christie tightened her muscles and pumped it forward in response. I was so horny. To be continued... “After lunch, I’ll give her a call AND if we are able to use them in Toronto then we are paying Canadian wages, which you know are a bit less,” Sharon replies. Ian japanese cried aloud as Silas pulled out and pushed back in. He made no attempt to keep a calm pace, but Oriental thrust again as Ian’s cries grew louder and more panicked. 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