Introduction

Not Quite A Fair Fight

A Story In The “Not Quite A White Knight” Universe

This story is tied to the “Not Quite A White Knight...” story line and uses the same characters. There are nearly naked men and women involved, but only incidental reference to how they might be making contact. It is mainly an outline of the combat operation and the various wrinkles that required adjustments.

The story is nominated as “Non-Erotic.” There is no explicit sex on camera.

Darnel really started it all in May when he pick Gracie for a sex and pain party he was arranging because that worked for him, he was counting on it mushrooming into a war between 49 and the Crystal Aztexs. The man made his living causing trouble for other gangs, so it was a normal boring night. The real cause of the conflict was economics and ego, but aren’t they always? That is the human condition.

It didn’t got the way Darnel hoped, but conflict came from other quarters like Houston and Hanoi.

The Aztex plan was to send drug crazed volunteers with automatic weapons into the Pablo, the family apartment building that was the center of 49, on the September 1 Labor Day holiday. The resulting combat was so unfair.

The Aztex assault force of drugged-up assholes were recruited with an announcement that promised, when they ran out of ammo, free drugs would be provided to enhance the zip-tie after-party.

I couldn’t allow that to happen. Whether or not I am a nice guy had nothing to do with it.

Every citizen knows that the cops usually need a warrant to enter, and I kept the Pablo “due cause” free, so my folks could grow weed, cook up party drugs and live in safety. We supplied some of the natural demand LA has for these products.

But as with all laws, there is a loophole to the “cops need warrant” thing. If, for example, an overdosed meth-head asshole is seen entering my building holding an AK-47 with a half-dozen clips of ammo, then the police do not need a warrant to storm in. Once in the door they can greatly disturb the premises and the innocent inhabitants with enthusiasm and their own automatic weapons. (Ask Gracie’s late mother.) So when Tony gave me the drug-crazed Aztex plan I put my best people on making a 49 plan to stop it.

My military advisor Irene planned an even more unfair preemptive counterattack on the Aztexs during their warm-up party in the Yucatan, where they thought they would be undisturbed as they “got the mood right.” There was nothing fair about it, but then, that was what the Aztexs asked for, and it kept my people safe. Sounded good to me.

This is the story of the unfair preemptive counterattack on the Aztexs.

The story included the observations of both Irene and Tony, who were on the opposite ends of the chain of command for this exercise. Note the viewpoint for each chapter.