It was not Kareem’s first time in Las Vegas, Nevada but he was excited about staying at the MGM Grand. He made his way through the lobby with his one garment bag from the Gucci store in hand and Marquis in tow. They made their way through the hordes of shoppers in the Bellagio Hotel and Kareem’s cell phone chimed. He glanced at the caller ID and immediately answered.
“I am assuming that you’re at the airport,” he said and tapped Marquis. He pointed at the phone and indicated to Marquis that Antoine, his new crash dummy was on the line. “Don’t try to back out now, mister.”
“I ain’t a quitter, but I ain’t gonna front. A dude is shook right now. I had my ID ready for the cop and he wanted me to take it out of my wallet. This shit is fake,” he whispered. “I just can’t pass this to them, man.”
“Man! Fuck that. You better get ya ass on that flight, I know that. You stuffed a gun all in my face and now you’re not trying to give fake ID to some airport security mutha fuckas. That’s bullshit.”
“Don’t talk to me like that. I don’t have to take this shit. I am a little scared and all I need from you is a little assurance that this ID is good money. I am not trying to go to jail for this. All the shit that I have gotten away with, including robbing you, I don’t think I wanna be locked down for doing this white collar shit.”
“Man you robbed some dude and put a gun all in my face for nothing. Just handle business. I want this to be done real smooth, so I need you and I want to make you rich, so let’s go. Give the people the ID. You’re not going to get locked up.”
Kareem hung up the phone and Marquis said, “Is that still a go?”
“I hope so, ‘cause we need that.”
“Yeah, we do. But for now we have a wedding to get to.”