Fast Forwarding To Three Months Later.

The Warriors were on a roll and going strong. Sure the gang wasn't as recognized as The Rouges or and as feared as the Gramercy Riffs, but The Warriors were moving up in New York. Cyrus had sent an emissary over to Coney Island to make sure that The Warriors were still in and willing to hold up the truce in The Bronx for a big meeting.

Cleon had all of the information he needed from The Riffs and was planning in his head, who would be the best to take with him. A total of ten soldiers from each invited gang was allowed and he had a rough idea of who he wanted by his side.

Meanwhile, you and Swan were minding your own business in The Warriors Hangout and could only be described as licking each other tonsils. Swan was sat on the couch with you straddling his lap and in the middle of a heated make-out session. Your vest was hanging down from your back as it loosely sat around you. Swan was enjoying the touches of your skin as his hands were under your T-Shirt feeling you up.

"I hate to ruin you two's little make-out session, but I need you both out on the dock now." Cleon found you and Swan as he walked through the Hideout. "I'm guessing there's been talk on that meeting for tonight?" Swan asked after he pulled away from the kiss and rubbed your legs as he watched Cleon walk past. "Yeah, if we're going, we need to go within the next couple of hours. Ajax, come on." Cleon explained and got Ajax to follow him too as he finished on the pull-up bars downstairs. "I know, that Cyrus says he wants no weapons there, but if you want me going, just know that I'm going packed." You explained and jumped over the couch and caught up to Cleon as he walked down the stairs to meet with Ajax. "You and me both, Sister. I ain't trusting any fucker at that meeting." Ajax patted your shoulder and followed behind Cleon with you and Swan. "Neither of you will do no such thing. We're going in just like everybody else." Swan nudged you and slapped Ajax on the back of the head. "Every gang in New York is going to be there, Swan. Name one gang that won't be armed? I bet you can't." You shrugged and had a valid point. "(Y-N), shut up and get in line." Cleon scoffed and got you lined up outside with every other Warrior that was waiting.

"Now I know that a lot of you aren't too happy about going out on patrol, just remember this. Out of a street family of a hundred and twenty plus affiliates, you were chosen for this expedition and that makes you special."

"Now here's the line-up. Swan, Second in Command, Warchief. Stay by me." Cleon began to list.

"Snowball, you the music man." Cleon pointed and made sure Snow had his boombox ready.

"Cowboy, soldier the middle." Cleon added meaning he wanted him in the middle as Underdog muscle.

"Vermin, you're the bearer, smooth talker. If anything gets heated, keep 'em calm." Cleon continued and gave Vermin a roll he could pull off with the right people.

"Rembrandt, you got the stuff?" Cleon asked. "Yep." Rembrandt answered with his spray paint. "Now I want you to hit everything in the City, I want the people to know that The Warriors were there." Cleon nodded with a sign of respect.

"He'll just slow us down." Ajax sighed thinking that Rembrandt was too innocent for this task. "Ajax, you just solider and try to keep your mouth shut. You're just heavy muscle just in case anything goes wrong." Cleon shut Ajax down and put him in his place.

"Fox, scout and memory man. Run heard and tell us all we need to know." Cleon moved along and gave Fox the role that got him into The Warriors in the first place.

"(Y-N), I want you to make us look good. Make us look hot, make us look good." Cleon explained your very easy and simple role to you. "Sounds easy enough." You nodded. "However, if Fox is gone for too long, I want you to go scout with him." Cleon added the final part that made you gulp.

"Cochise, you're heavy muscle with Ajax, keep him in line too." Cleon finished up and gave everybody their duties for The Bronx.

"Now just remember this. There's a truce on so don't go flexing any muscle unless I give the order. We ain't going packed that means NO weapons. You all got that." Cleon finalized his little meeting and aimed his final part at you and Ajax.

"That means you two need to chill the fuck out for one night." Vermin joked making a mock of you and Ajax. "Shut it, Faggot." Ajax insulted Vermin back. "What's bugging you? You got a problem?" Swan turned his attention to Ajax who wasn't most comfortable about his plans for the night. "Yeah, I got a problem. I don't like what we're getting into. This whole thing stinks." Ajax scoffed. "The only one that should have a problem is (Y-N). She's gotta go unarmed and her bat-shit crazy ex is most likely gonna be there. You can chill the fuck out." Vermin bravely stood up to Ajax with his honest opinion. "Great, don't remind me." You rolled your eyes and walked off.

"It'll tell you all something, I'll bet nobody's even gonna be there." Ajax clenched his fist at Vermin and pointed his finger at Cleon guessing that it was gonna be a no show meeting or a trap.