Drillmington: Awards Season

They sat in their seats. The pretty faced woman walked to the center of the stage.

“In this category, we’ve noted the pain and thr passion, the glory and triumph of drill rappers. Here are the nominees.”

TSL just heard his name as a nominee.

“And the winner is Gorgeous Gervin.”

Julisia kissed his cheek nonetheless. They both clapped in respect for Gervin who was a sometime collaborator. When he received the award, he saluted TSL.

Gervin saluted back. Then they got back to their Light Ray, there was some silence. But it didn’t last long. Julisia broke it.

“You’re going to get it, babe. It was just Gervin’s year.”

“I can respect him. I’m glad it wasn’t Glad One. I probably would have hurled at that.”

“You’ll be with the award winners once you get in your bag. You’ll have every chance. Once we get the right producers and we could explore more topics, we’ll be able to be the winners one night,” Cassius said.

“I hear you talking….” TSL responded.

The police scanner in the vehicle hooked up to the WiFi permitted the three of them to strip away their dressy clothes and donned black tactical gear. They touched a button and the vehicle transformed into a black SUV.

“Report: Shots fired on the SouthBridge section. Two fatalities involved. No suspects in custody.”

“We have to ride on them now,” TSL mentioned.

As they left the J. Saunders Redding Convention Center, they headed for the crime scene and the adjacent area.

Everything they did worked like a military operation although none of them had formal training. The vehicle prowled the streets like a puma. It seemed just the opposite from the opulent car that it transforms into after these missions.

“I’ve got something on my side. Three figures are lurking,” Julisia stated.

“Cassius, use the thermal,” TSL commanded. He trained the device on the figures.

There was no sign that they had used the pistols in their pockets; they seemed to be just walking the streets minding their own business.

“Julisia, turn on your night vision and see if there are people between the houses.”

She scoped out the place and then kept it moving.

“Nothing.”

“Goddamnit,” TSL said. “Somebody’s loved ones are headed to the morgue and these people will go free. For now. We’ve got to remain vigilant against these thugs and savages.”

“It’s a crime that other drill rappers don’t have the same respect for human life. They call out names of their opps. We’re on the vanguard for showing how we can be positive and assertive all in the same song. That’s you, TSL,” Cassius mentioned.

TSL seemed undeterred. He took in this reality and wanted more.

“Let’s circle back!” he exclaimed.

They continued with their hunt to get the scum of the Earth off the streets and in a nine by twelve. TSL looked up. He saw something glint under a street light.

“Stop the car!”

The driver, Griffin McDaniels, obeyed the order. TSL, armed with nothing but his mobile device, snapped pictures of the would-be shooters. He used the night vision on his phone to capture their faces in the night.

He then bounded back into the car and continued on with their night drive.

“Those were the guys. They must have thrown the pistols in the bushes but I could make out that they had gunpowder residue on their clothes.”

“Good eye, Top. That should help the law enforcement officials to catch them.”

“I also got something. I noted their vehicle and snapped a few shots of the license plates and the body.”