Chapter 198 - Boogie

Ring ring ring

My phone was ringing once again. I was pretty annoyed at this point. Why do these random numbers keep calling me? I thought to myself as I picked up the phone, hoping that it wasn't my ex-girlfriend again.

Yo, what's up, rookie? This is your captain calling agent zero.

I was surprised I couldn't believe the one person I didn't want to talk to had contacted me first.

What's up, boss man I responded.

"Hey rookie, I heard you hot shit. Why don't you come by my court so that my fellows will meet you? I'm going to put you under my wing since you're the number one pick and you're a shooter, just like me; we should have got to stick together, you what I'm saying the player".

And in my head, I thought this guy sounds so ghetto, no wonder he got gun charges, and talking about shooting here and shooting there was making me feel suspicious about this guy.

I quickly responded by saying, okay, I'll see you at the Wizards gym if that's where we meet. 

He said, "no player, I'm going to send you an address. You are going to meet us back in my hood where real ballers ball so we can show you the ropes".

I couldn't believe this guy was so suspicious, I should meet him in his hood so he could threaten me. Oh my God, I'm the wrong person to mess with like that, but I was not scared. I was trained in the military and faced off against the most formidable opponents and being in life and death situations being threatened by a basketball player and some little hood rats was nothing compared to what I experienced before.

I took up his offer and told him to send me a text of the place. I received the text and got ready, I made sure to take my pistol with me just in case. I had my ability time stop, so I wasn't scared to get shot at if he wants to start something, then he's going to be kicking a rock.

I told my family I was heading out as I strapped on a pair of Jordan 6s, had my basketball shorts on with a plain white t. I looked pretty basic but fresh at the same time nonetheless.

I hopped in a Range Rover and drove out to DC to meet up with these clowns. The neighborhood I was passing through looked pretty rough but eventually, I stopped as the GPS told me I had arrived. The court was pretty big. I could see gun holes in some of the cars passing by; I knew this neighborhood was rough. 

A whole bunch of people were standing at the court; some people were playing cards and dice, some people seemed to be selling drugs. This guy, I can't believe he would bring a rookie to a place like this.

Any other rookie with no balls would definitely turn around and head back home, but I'm not any kind of rookie, so I parked my car hoping that nobody would try to steal it and walked over into the court, as I was going in a bunch of guys stopped me asking who I was and what neighborhood was I from. 

I told him I'm here to see Gilbert.

One guy nodded his head. He said this guy's the number one pick? Let him through. 

They all had stars in their eyes, and some even I could see greed in their eyes as if they wanted to rob me.

As soon as Gilbert saw me, he quickly got up off the bench and walked up to me. 

" Was up rookie" ; he shook my hands as he put his arms around me as if we were friends already. 

He said" I know this place is sketchy, but I was trying to see whether you had the guts to come through, any other person would have turned back around, but you could I see there's something special about you".

I laughed in my head but didn't say anything as I said are we going to ball or what? 

He said," oh, so you want to ball, huh, that's good. You came through with some fresh Js too. It seems like you don't know where you're at, around here; you got some new J's on somebody might rob you".

I smirked at him and said I wish they would try. 

He laughed and said I like you, kid, you got guts. Let's see what you can do on the court. All this talking isn't going to help you. First, I'm going to have you go against my boy boogie. He's one of the fastest cats I know. He could have made it to the NBA, but unfortunately, he had some charges go against him, so let's see if you can take him off first".

I was thinking in my head whether I should do a terrible job at playing so that Gilbert Arenas could report go back to his supervisors and higher-ups and tell them that they shouldn't pick me up or whether I should ball because my street rep depended on it. 

If I were to lose here in the hood I would lose not only a lot of street rep, but I'll lose money too. Nobody would want to buy my shoes, I know neighborhoods like these love to stunt and buy the most famous player shoes, so it's best that I did a good job and impress these guys.

"Ball up, my boy boogie is going to have the first ball checked up".

I checked out the ball, boogie started dribbling the ball. He tried to shake me up a little bit to get a feel of my game. I didn't back up as I stared him down and stayed in one place with my arms out, playing the best defense I could. He tried to shake me a little bit by faking left and went right. He blew right past me. This guy was no joke. He was pretty fast, and he laid it up.

"Not bad seems like boogie still got it" , agent zero said while he looked at me in disgust.