8th Street kings
11-12-2006, 03:48
Dante Williams sat aboard his shaky old Cessna as it came over Aushan waters. His destination was a small civilian airport just outside the capital. The airport was chosen because it was not a major airport, and thus would likely have less security. Inside the plane were numerous secret compartments, each one loaded with several pounds of Whiplash, cocaine, and marijauna. He looked over to his associate, DeShawn Keyes. DeShawn was packing an Uzi under his northface, just in case anything happened when they landed.
"Ayo D, you think we gunna get busted?"
"Nah man, I doubt it, dey are all worried bout their wars 'n shit. I doubt they gunna care much about some dinky-ass little airport"
"Aight no doubt"
As they said this, the plane began to make its desent.
"Ayo D, you think we gunna get busted?"
"Nah man, I doubt it, dey are all worried bout their wars 'n shit. I doubt they gunna care much about some dinky-ass little airport"
"Aight no doubt"
As they said this, the plane began to make its desent.