The phone had cut off. Either Junya had been talking too long, or he spoke too soft. Junya sat back down on the bench and contemplated his options. He felt around in his other pants pockets to see if he could uncover any other money. He found a dollar, and some loose coins, enough for two more phone calls. On top of the ten bucks, Junya was really seeing himself in a financial predicament.
Another hour had passed, and Kholi had not shown his face at the train
station. Junya knew that he did not miss him, for the view from his seat did not
allow it. The entire time of waiting totaled around 2 . hours. It was 1:00pm,
and the next bus heading into Hartford would be leaving in 7 minutes. Junya
looked at a bus schedule, and calculated that he could go back to Hartford,
freshen up, get more money, and come back to NYC via the train: no depending
on Kholi, Khevasiah, or anyone else for that matter.
Junya stood up and started to walk over towards the Ticket depot when he heard a loud noise.
"Yeaoh! What da mother fucking deal my nigga!" A short dark skinned
man wearing a blue t-shirt that showed his large gold medallion on a Cuban link
chain screamed across the terminal. Kholi.s callout was so obvious, the security
guard halted a conversation he was having with a utility worker and looked in
the direction of Kholi.
"Oh shit...what a goan staar! I was just about to..."
"You wasn.t bout to do shit! How you gonna ask yo nigga to do you a
favor then try to bail, heh? Sense does that make?" Kholi said as he extended his
hand forward. Kholi and Junya had a special hand shake that they did every
time they saw each other. No matter who was looking, or what type of event,
they always did the hand shake.
"What the fuck happened to you yo! Who did this shit to you!" Kholi
said in disgust as he looked closely at Junya. He noticed the swelling under
Junya.s eye, and he had scratches on his face. He saw blood all over Junya.s
jacket and pants, and Junya looked awful to him.
"Yo, let.s roll out and I will tell..."
"Hell fucking no! You show me where dem niggas is at right now, and
we gonna handle this god...there must have been 20 of them niggas or
something, huh...why the fuck you looking stupid for nigga, what happened?"
Kholi reached behind his back and pulled out a .35 caliber pistol and cocked it
back. A woman walking past him and saw the shiny object and started
screaming out loud in the lobby. As soon as people heard the screaming,
everyone started to run around the train station in panic. A security guard that
was ducking behind a door in one of the restaurants radioed for police backup;
his walkie-talkie blaring.
"Them niggas better not fuck with my nigga! That is my mother fucking
word! Let some sucka ass nigga confront my nigga, he gonna feel this steel!"
Kholi roared at the height of his lungs while waving his gun around. He looked
at Junya, then cracked a smile. He looked around and saw the security guard
shivering with the walkie-talkie behind the glass door.
"Relax copper...I ain.t gonna shoot nobody!" Kholi squinted as he placed
the small gun behind him.