But I'm going to make a quick move. I will see."

Walking off on Desmond, Errol made way a street over onto Rosemary Lane. Journeying to his quarters, he thought of Desmond's warning. It was no secret he was a marked man, Southside gunmen hunted him daily. At one point in time, such a thing would have been frightening, but he no longer cared. The assassination of his girlfriend and her friends brought on a different aura, his fear of going up against _anyone_ went out the window when his companion was murdered. _Straight_.

__ Errol, a tall adolescent, was the son of Tel Aviv's past Don, Robby. Originating from Matthews Lane in west Kingston, he and his mother moved to Parade Gardens after his father's passing. Memories of hisareas obviated that, thus, he preferred the circumference of Tel Aviv where he was able to roam more freely.

A friend from Matthews Lane stopped by from time to time, traveling out south-east to keep him company.

Mark, Errol's friend, was quickly elevating as a ranking in Kingston's underworld. At 14, he took a diving leap into politics, aligning himself with the PNP. Given guns to shoot up JLP areas, he terrorized the outskirts of Tivoli Gardens since he was unable to penetrate the communities well-protected entry point. On a daily basis, he attacked people from Tivoli,' the JLP's most dominant domain.

Hanging out in Tel Aviv, he preached about intended goods the PNP had in store for Jamaica, catching Errol's undivided attention.

Submitting to Mark's convincing dictum, Errol eventually joined the