You immediately run back to your room to check on Jamal, dragging the cabinet off the trapdoor and unlocking it.
You open it and peer down into the cramped cellar.
Oh Jamal, are you okay? You must have been so scared!
Maaane I just been beating my meat.
You help him out of the cellar and stand nervously in front of him, wringing your hands.
Well um there’s uh been some really bad stuff going on and I got mixed up in a really problematic situation and a lot of the racist police died and there’s a bigot in there and um we kind of need to help him and yeah
Help him? Nigga I thought we was killing bigots n shiet.
Yeah but um but uh but it’s um it’s yeah
Whatever mane
Uhhh.. there’s some sweet loot there too!
For real?
Jamal’s previously languid face perks up at the mention of free stuff.
What do you do?
