It's Friday night the sky looks beautiful dust, moon is setting just as the sunset. Breeze is mild for it's summers end. And Autumn weather has yet to begin. A male African American is the driver of an brand new Mercedes Sl550. He too appears to be racing against Board street white painted lines. This particular Benz is remarkable computer and electronic everything. The said car is nothing short of the car of the Future. For this driver there was no waiting he has it now.

Drop top with his top assemble. Wheels so shiny its almost as hes riding on four disco balls. If this guy or this car wanted to be missed they couldn't. Big Boy Toy as this requires some of the highest status. Lawyer,Doctor or maybe even a Athlete. Taylor Cheese Jones in none of those things. He doesn't handle his matters in office or with a ball. In fact what Taylor does doesn't enforce the need of a High School Diploma. There hardly was reason for any certificate or post school achievement. Basic knowledge of counting money and the know how to recognize bad product was it. What Taylor does is sell drugs and to all is welcome.

Taylor's currently approaching Broad & Huntington Park. He knows his turn onto Germantown Avenue is near. His destination of the Nice Town section of Philadelphia in less than a block away. It seems as he may be getting tailed. Taylor doesn't use his turning signal however changes lanes. Just as Taylor starts to veer so does the dark tinted automobile. Taylor then adjusts his rear view in order to get a better look. Taylor knows this could be anyone. He'd slept with tons of women a large number of them being in relationship. Those relationship at times even being marriages. Some dudes loose their heads over women this very well could be the case. In the business he were in was one of cut throat. Taylor at times sold product he shouldn't of given away. It just was the way to game went. With Drugs it's the survival of the fitness. You keep it moving no remorse no regrets.

Doesn't quite matter who this person is. Whomever it is, is surly in for a rude awaking. In Taylor's possession US Military Semi Automatic Tech 9. Taylor's favorite gun, he has a fine love for all semi automatic. Every since he purchase his first one years ago.

It would have been to Taylor liking to have his gun on his lap. After dropping his phone and it being in the exact place it was out the question. Taylor gun rest just under his passenger side seat. His Mercedes is new so new it still has paper lot tags. Taylor making the purchase of this car just some weeks ago. He hadn't had the time to tint his windows as he done with other vehicles. Taylor has to reach for his gun. He too knows him moving could result in the pursuer reacting. And reacting maybe faster than they both may have wanted to.

Taylor reaches down all while attempting to not move his upper extremities. His fingers feel the dead cold like steel. Slowly he brings his gun up. Maintaining stiff neck and shoulders he now has his semi automatic on his lap. One hand on his steering wheel other on his gun. Taylor positions his gun so his finger would near it's trigger. And too gun nose points directly out Taylor driver side window. If this person or party of people believe they have a drop on Taylor they're sadly mistaken. Just as Taylor readies for a all shoot out. A core of lights show behind him. Red and Blue Taylor is all to familiar with these colors and what they represent. Taylor now knows the unknown follower isn't one of a man he engage his woman in a sexual manner. Nor is this business or Drug related. These lights mean one thing the Philadelphia Police. Taylor looks his Glove compartment seems to be the only place to snatch this gun. This isn't the Glove compartment he become use to. To opens it requires the push of a button for which he has no idea which one of the many it is. Looking down at the share size of this gun he 's not sold on the fact his semi automatic would have a comfortable fit. Taylor eyes lead him all around his Mercedes. There isn't anywhere to safely hide this Gun. Time is of an essence, Taylor slides his weapon back under the passenger side seat. Taylor signals right using his right hand turning indicator and begins to pull over.

Before Taylor is completely park, a guy is standing just outside of his car. This guy doesn't look much like a Philadelphia Police Officer.

By stander of clothing for the Narcotics Units follows he well could be that. Maybe even a Street Dress Detective simply wanting answers on a unsolved case. Either way Taylor knows his rights and has nothing to say. Taylor's too more than aware without probable cause they can't search his Mercedes. The days of driving without a valid Driver License was over. Taylor has valid license, car insurance and updated Registration.

The Officer signals Taylor to lower his window. Taylor too was more than happy to!

Him being Nervous he accidentally presses the wrong button. The radio comes on couldn't of been a worse time. Taylor had been listening to a Rapper by the name of Young Jeezy entire album was tailored to Drugs. It was the wrong song at the worst time. Taylor finally gets the music off he also had begun to lower his window.

"Ugh how can I help you today officer? My Registration and Insurance are just up in the sun visor. My license is in my wallet if you hang on a sec I can get it for you. Is there a reason you stop me Taylor asks.

What I need you to do is step out of the car. I need you do do this very slow this officer says.

Taylor knows he cant step out the car. This Policeman or detective is going to have to join in a shoot out. Or sprint back to his patrol car to pursue Taylor as he flees. It seems for the moment time has stop. About five different ways play through Taylor head how this would end. Four out of five Taylor being killed. Taylor Benz for sure could obtain a block lead on the Cop car. One block being all he really needs to get rid off what he possess. As unique as his Mercedes was any damages sub stain through a chase would be fix. In order to do that or any other of the things he become accustom to. Taylor knows he has to be on the streets. No way could someone run his operation as he. Not to mention no one hardly reliable enough to leave his operation to. Time to toss the semi automatic is all Taylor needs. Gun along was a charge than would soon fall into the hands of the Feds.

Bullets are special street name Cop killers. Gold point hollow tips, all capable of piercing vests. Type of Ammunition use in the sport of hunting Rhino.

A second Policeman takes his place on Taylor passenger side. Didn't matter there was no way Taylor were stepping out. Again the first Officers asks

"Sir I need for you to step out of your car'

Taylor could tell by the office tone of voice he was serious. Officer hand too seems to have found its way to his waist. Officer hand rest just above his pistol. This situation is bad and getting uglier by the minute. Just then another Philly Police patrol car pulls up in stops right in front of Taylor. And that whole thought of fleeing seems like and eternity ago. Corner and box feeling defeated, Taylor has to step out. He always picture him going out in a blaze of glory. This hardly was that but in life you have to pick your fights.

This all is a bit excessive for a routine stop. Taylor has a idea he may have been speeding on Broad Street. Come to think of it Taylor never knew what the speed limit on Broad Street was. He were...