The Mission

It had been three days into the Recolonization Law that several black and minority celebrities had flown themselves, with all minority flight and security crews, into Chicago, joining the local "wild" populace that had overtaken the city and calling for open revolution.

Not as many "rose up" across the country, as the "Queen" Beyonce or Alicia Keys had hoped when they started their musical live show dressed in those tight sexy Black Panther outfits. See, those that had privilege were too busy using it and everyone else was either fighting, on the run, or getting fucked. Literally.

It did have an effect though. About fifteen minutes into the live stream, John's phone rang. As he picked it up he saw his buddy's William name on the screen.

"Hey man, what's up?" John said as he picked.

"Hey bro" Yes, William was like that, "I need you for something. Like, I'm talking like, I need you like a Gook whore needs a white man's dick bro."

"William, you're fucking 30 years old, cut this shit out. Now, what you need me for?" John said sighing.

"Well, not you, exactly. I really mostly just need your drones." James deadpanned.

"Ok, you idiot, what's this about? Are you trying to figure out where Candice lives so that you can claim her or what?" John questioned.

"No bro, it's not like that I swear!" James said and somehow, he sounded serious "This is serious shit John, there's a militia being formed in Oak Brook. We're gonna storm the city."

That was a bomb and a half to drop.

"Th- the city? What? Do you mean Chicago?" John was surprised, if not shocked at this.

"Yeah man." James answered "Plus, I'm past this bitch Candice already. Heard Robert claimed her AND her sister too. Fucked up."

"Shit, wasn't she married? How'd he take it?"

"Pfft, y'know, with a 12-gauge shotgun. And right between the legs too" James said chuckling.