"What's your name, madam?" The soldier holding asked, loosening the hold on my neck but nonetheless having me restrained.
"Y/N Y/L/N, sir. I would like to enlist into the Air Force, sir." He nodded, holding me the same way and skipping the line. The scrawny boy that had followed me in here, followed me back. I thought about the jacket he had been wearing earlier, saying 'fire' in my head. Poor thing, it took him a minute or two to realize that his jacket AND shirt were on fire. He caught my smirking eye, rolling his and turning out. I would be alright here, he decided then and there.
Steve didn't see me until we met at the drop site, having took different planes. "Listen, Birmingham is still as dangerous as it was back in the 40's, okay?" I held onto his bicep as I tried to keep my head down. For the reason that people's relatives of those I used to know would see me, perhaps know me. That's more trouble than we need, seeing they're the reason we're here. But it was too late and the youngest, Michael, approached me. "Y/N? The Y/N Y/L/N?"
"Yes, Michael, It's me." He kind of smiled, then noticed Steve, gulping down the saliva in his mouth. Michael stepped back, eyeing for us to follow him to the bar up ahead. "Steve, stay outside. They don't trust people they don't know."
"How exactly do you know these," he pointed directly at Michael. "thugs?"
"I used to be one of the most respected gang owners in England, Steve. I ran with these people." Michael winked at Steve, taking me into the bar. Loud cheering was heard and chants heard next.
Steve watched people enter, suspicious people who eyed him unevenly. He doubted himself, no. Not himself. He doubted Y/N. 'Could she terminate them without remorse? She can usually kill someone while staring straight into their soul and not care. Then tell the kids, if they had any, that it was a tragic mugging gone wrong. Nothing phased her.' He thought, taking a seat on the ground.
Moments later I was arm in arm with the third oldest Lee brother, John, laughing. "Steve, if you'd like to follow us, we're going to the Epsom Derby." John paid no attention to the man accompanying me, walking on to the dresser. "Your man is gonna need to change his attire, should he choose to come."
"Steve wouldn't go anywhere without me. It's not vice versa, John. I'd go places without him, like I'd rather go to the Derby without him. But Birmingham is still as dangerous as I remember. He wouldn't survive here on his own, no one here trusts a foreigner, ain't that right, John?" is John smirked lifting me up into the car, Steve pushing himself into the car behind us.
"Now, we have some business to do up at the tracks so you and your boy go get us some drinks, our seats. Yeah?" I nodded, quiet the whole way to the Derby. John didn't dare question me, fearing the power I still wielded in this town, on these people. Birmingham was my home, my territory, all citizens knew it. And if they didn't, I'd make them.
It was 1932, and my crew had just arrived in England. The gang I ran secretly, without governmental knowledge, greeted me with a tip of their walking by and I reciprocated the movements. The moment I had stepped back into this beloved place, my people had more power than the Lee's, than the rest of them.
Setting up the bunk, hiding anything to do with Birmingham, I snuck off base. They met me three or so miles down the road, driving me to the races. Thomas Lee, the oldest at this time, grabbed my hand to help me off. The mud sucked on shoes, bubbling as I departed from the brothers to the concessions. People were screaming and shouting already albeit the race hadn't started. They bewildered me, a small town American girl, owning a gang halfway across the world. Two men approached me, none that I knew, here for one purpose that would not be allowed. "Men."
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