Drew wasn't comfortable about the business deal he'd made with Whitey and it was pushing him off his square. Leaning over to open his worn leather briefcase he pulled out the manila folder given him by Whitey.
The plan seemed fool proof. No matter how many times he went over it, the plan still made logical sense. The best part of all was the fact that the only thing required of him was to be himself and speak to the masses what he himself felt was indeed true.
Drew didn't try to fool himself into believing what Whitey and Seth would be doing was right but, he consoled his nagging conscience with time tested cliche`s. At the moment, " the end justifies the means ", was holding strong against all other arguments.
Turning a couple of pages in the folder Drew closed it with a long sigh of doubt.
Looking over his desk he took a hold of his Qu`ran and placed it on top of the folder and it's dreaded plans.
Drew smiled to himself as he traced the gold lettering with his finger. Remembering as if it was yesterday when he had been given the book. He shook his head with a broad grin.
N'aim Akbar El had been Drew's un-official mentor while doing his time in prison. At twenty, Drew saw himself as a die hard thug and didn't subscribe to anything nor anyone except live fast and die hard yet N'aim had changed all of that.
It was him who opened Drews' eyes to a world in which he was still child living in a mans body and a warriors world.
