The King and his boys were relaxing and having a good time at their hideout (which was a basement).
One of his boys came close to the King. “Bossman, we have a report from the field.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“Well, there is some guy and he is doing what we are doing.”
The King raised his eyebrow, “Oh?” “Go on, tell me exactly what you are talking about.”
“It is this guy. He has a wooden stand like we do. And he is selling Apple juice, not lemonade. He has two pitchers. I have watched him multiple times. Sometimes little kids go and buy something from him and sometimes older kids will go and buy stuff from him. And he acts different if he is dealing with an older kid. I think he is doing the same thing we are doing Bossman.”
The King was curious, “Do you know if he has more than one stand?”
The boy went on, “Not that I have seen. I have only seen that one stand.”
The King looked around at his boys, “Well, this is very interesting. Lug, Fudge come here.”
Lug and Fudge moved to him. “What is it, Boss?”
“I want you two to go and meet this guy at his Apple Juice stand. I don’t want any kind of roughness. Just let him know that he needs to stop what he is doing and shut down. Let me know what he says.”
“Sounds good Boss, we are on it.”
“One more thing, take this little guy with you since he knows where the apple juice stand is.” The King looked at the boy. “Good job young man.”
“Thank you Bossman.”
(The Next Day)
Lug and Fudge and young boy Jonny Fritz drove over to the Apple Juice stand. It was in the suburbs. It was a simple stand advertising “Apple J” on the board above it. There was a young, clean-shaven teen working at the stand. They approached him.
The young man smiled, “Hey. How can I help you guys?”
Fudge spoke, “We are not here to buy.”
“Well then How can I help you?”
Lug looked at him, “What is your name?”
“Just who is asking?”
“Do you know who we are and who we work for?” Fudge asked him.
“I’m afraid not. Should I?” He just smiled.
Fudge squinted his eyes, “You know what you are doing out here. Our Boss sent us. We know about this operation of yours. What is your name?”
“People call me Trey.”
Fudge got closer to him, “Well Trey, you need to stop what you are doing here. You need to shut down this operation.”
He just smiled, “I’m sorry boys but I am not stopping.”
Fudge was making eye contact, “Our Boss sent us here to tell you to stop. You got it? Are you sure that is your response?”
Trey looked at them, “I am sure. I have a good business going here and I’m not stopping. If you guys aren’t going to buy anything then I’ll have to ask you to be on your way.”
“Up to you.” Fudge said. Lug and Fudge and young boy Jonny Fritz went back to their car and drove off.
Lug opened up his flip phone and dialed.
“Hey King. It’s Lug.”
The King’s voice came through, “What is the response?”
“No change sir. He is going to stay open.” Lug spoke.
“Very well, I will have to take next steps.” The King hung up.
Lug flipped his phone closed. Fudge looked at him, “What did Bossman say?”
“He said we need to move to next steps. I wonder what that means.”
The boys drove back to the hideout. They had a meeting with the King and they planned their next move to deal with Trey.
To be continued … ….
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