Jayvon LaRuel and his 3 buddies pulled up into the round driveway to the warehouse being used for the big RAVEN concert. They could hear the music from inside as they got out of the car and handed the Valet the keys. Jayvon was a tall black man with smoothe, dark chocolate skin. His brow protruded just enough to make him look as if he were always scowling. His dark brown eyes seemed to peer out from a small cave, that beconed or dared you to come in. He kept his facial hair short, with sharp straight lines cut from his sideburns to his chin. He was a clean cut, dapper looking man, one that you could only tell something was of because of his constantly roaming gaze. He scanned the outside of the building, making sure he knew where every shadow came from before turning and walking to the front door., his 2 buddies in tow.

Walking into the main door was a small circular room with a bar on the far side and a small stage against the side wall. Jayvon looked around that room, scanning for familiar faces. Seeing no one he recognized, Jayvon went down the dark hallway to the right, leading to what appeared to be the main area. As the trio came to the end of the hallway, there was another small bar set up to the left, full of loud young people. Jayvon kept walking towards the flashing strobe lights hanging over a large dance floor about 50 feet in front of him. The crowd was packed in like sardines, and he had to turn his body to slide through. Along the wall to the right of the dance floor was another bar that went the length of the wall. Jayvon scanned the room for the third time, turning his head to his buddies he spoke loud so they could hear him over the noise of the music and the crowd.

"Yo, man, I don't see none of my boyz here."

"Yea, Jay, I don't see em either." The tallest of the trio replied. "Ain't we got VIP tickets? We needa' go ask someone who works here."

"Iaght, c'mon." Jayvon scanned the crowd one more time. "We'll ask the bartender." He led the way to the bar against the far wall and leaned over to get the bartenders attention. "Sup, man. You know where the VIP party is?"

"Yes, sir, if you go to those doors down by the side of the stage, there." The bartender pointed. "Those dudes will check your tickets and take you up."

"Iaght, thanks, man." Jayvon and his thug buddies made their way through the crowd to the double doors where 2 security guards stood with their arms crossing their chests. After they showed their VIP tickets, the guards opened the double doors to a small elevator room. The trio took the elevator upstairs and when the doors opened they saw the room was full of his homey's, each one turning in his direction when they heard the elevator doors open.

Jayvon heard several people call out to him as he stepped off the elevator into the large open space. He scanned this new room as he and his buddies walked towards the group of people he knew well. They all slapped hands, the form of handshake they preferred.

"Was'up brother?" Scott said to Jayvon. "I wasn't sure you was comin', da show 'bout ta start." Scott and Jayvon had grown up together, all through elementary and high school. Scot was one of those blonde haired, blue eyed, pretty boys and Jayvon had protected him on more than one occasion.

"Yo, man, was'up." Jayvon gave Scot a one armed hug after the traditional hand slap. "You know me, bruh, I like all the excitement of waiting til the last minute. What time she startin?" Jayvon nodded his head in the direction of people he didn't recognize. "An' who dem folk?"

"Those the boys from 'round Vine St." Scot replied as he looked in the direction his friend was nodding. "You know, Bugs crew."

"Oh yea, yea, I know em now." Jayvon turned his attention back to his own crew. "So, where da spirits at?"

GG sat back on her great-grandson's couch and pointed to the computer screen open in front of her. "Is that the last of them? Have all of the VIP passes been collected?"

"Yes, GG, that's all of them." Robert waited for her next words.

"Okay. Let's set things in action." GG reached into her handbag and pulled out the flip phone she used for only these occasions. After dialing the number and putting the phone to her ear, she waited for it to be answered and said 3 small words. "It's a go." She then put the phone back in her handbag and pointed to the computer screen again. "Okay, Robert, you can start it again."

The music became louder and the smoke machines kicked in, sending out puffs of smoke that filled the floor of the room, slowly rising in small wisps. The music was all bass at this point and a man's voice could be heard over the PA system.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....This is the moment you have been waiting for! This is what you paid all your hard earned cash for, get ready for the amazing, incredible, RAVEN!"

As GG watched the laptop screen and listened to it, she saw the smoke in the upstairs room work it's way up until people started stumbling and falling down, reaching up to cover their mouth and nose much too late. Within 5 minutes the entire room was laying on the floor, unconscious from the gasses applied to the smoke in the upstairs room only. GG could see the smoke being drawn up to the roof ceiling-fan and out of the building, As soon as the smoke was cleared from the room, several groups of men came into the room and started checking all the unconscious people. The took away all of their personal items and put them into bags, cell phones in one bag, weapons in their own bag, and all ID's in a 3rd bag. Once every person had been checked for personal items, they began to load the unconscious bodies one atop the other, onto a metal cart on wheels. She continued to watch until the room was empty. She nodded her head in silent affirmation before turning to her great grandson.

"You've done very well, Patrick. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks GG. What happens to them now?" The young man asked as he turned off the laptop and closed the lid.

"Well, now, they will be put on a plane, flown to an island somewhere out in the ocean, and they will be dropped off there to live the rest of their lives."

"So, they don't get punished?" Patrick asked in surprise.

"Oh my sweet child." GG smiled at him. "They are being punished. The island has no amenities, no shelter, no electricity, no anything." Her eyes gazed off for a few seconds. "So, they are going to have to start from scratch if they want to survive." She chuckled and added as an after thought, "Just like we did back in the day."

"What are you going to do with the block now? You know some new bully will move in and take over, GG. That's always how it is." Patrick asked her cautiously.

"Hmmm, no, not this time." GG replied calmly. "We've already set up the last part of the plan. I've purchased both of those blocks right out from under them. Next week workers will be there to repair and rehab everything. Those women who are raising their grandchildren in 1 bedroom apartments will be moved to the larger 3 bedroom. Their rent will remain the same but the mother or father of their grandchildren will not be allowed to stay there unless they get themselves into Drug Rehab. Drug addicted parents who still have their children with them will be offered an at home treatment whereas they won't be reported to child wellfare. Or anger management," GG waved her hand in the air as a dismissal, "Whatever their affliction is, we will offer them treatment. And any, new bullies, that may think they're going to move in and take over will be in for a brutal surprise. That island is about 22 miles by 32 miles, it's plenty big enough to hold several stadiums full of people."

Patrick laughed heartily at this. "Okay, GG, gangsta style, I got you."

"No, son, this is Anarchy Style."