"Leopard" Donnelly strode into the abandoned subway station with a confident step and frown on his face. At 16, he was one of the youngest gang leaders in the city. He got to his position by being smart and tough... certainly smarter than the previous leader who had gotten himself caught and sentenced to life with no parole.
The walls of the station were marked with the clawmark symbol of his gang. A dozen of Leopard's men were there when the blond teen arrived. One had a makeshift bandage on his head and another was sporting an impressive shiner and a busted lip. Leopard nodded calmly to his gang and then took a seat in the improvised throne on the platform.
"Shark," Leopard said to the big guy with the bandage. "You said you caught some guys wearing some other gang's colors north of 22nd Street?"
"Yeah," Shark answered. "There was three of them. Cut one pretty good, one ran off, and we caught the third." Shark frowned angrily. "Fucker got me in the head with a beer bottle and kicked Icepick in the head pretty hard, but we caught him. Got two guys watchin' him in the tunnel. He's tied up pretty good, but he can still walk." Leopard was mad that someone had intruded on his turf and beat up on two of his gang brothers, but he was also a bit impressed. Shark and Icepick were pretty tough. It couldn't have been easy to almost get the better of them.
"Bring him in," Leopard said. "I want to see this guy."