And suddenly...Jamoke enters near the IWO’s headquarters. He is currently transporting a spy for the Conglomerate, but he doesn’t know that.
“So, yo homes, is this ya stop?”
“Yes sir, thank you. Here is your pay.”
He gives Jamoke 50 credits.
“Thanks homes, stay safe.”
The spy exits the car, and proceeds to quickly walk towards the council room. He opens the door and sees @the_guy545, @Legios, and @, with Naterz lying next to a wounded man.
“What the? What’s going on here?”
Everyone looks up at him, but I quickly go up to him and lead him away from the others.
“So do you have the info?”
“Yeah, it’s right...wait...where is it! I just had it on me!”
“What?! You lost it?”
“I’ll go look for it...it’s probably here somewhere...”
Meanwhile back in Jamoke’s cab...
“Damn, 2Pac, you the OG balla around here baby! Lemme turn up the radio...”
He suddenly knocks over his diet Space Coca-Cola.
“Oh shi-! I just got this baby cleaned!”
He reaches over to grab the fallen drink behind him and sees a folder with the word “CLASSIFIED” in big bold red letters on it.
“Huh...this must be that other dude I just delivered! Don’t worry watevs’ ya names is, I’ll give it back to ya!”
He swerved the taxi around and dives back. He soon gets to the IWO’s headquarters, and parks his cab. He quickly races inside and sees the spy.
“Yo mister! You’re folda! I got it right here, homes!”
“Oh thank you! I’ve been looking all over for this! Thank the heavens! Now @the_guy542 won’t hopefully fire me! Thank you!”
“No problem homes.”
Jamoke and the spy suddenly hear a loud agonizing moan.
“What’s that?”
“Oh nothing. Now, you can leave.”
“What? What if it might be dangerous, homes?”
Jamoke quickly rushes to the source of the sound, and enters into the Council Room. The spy chases behind him. Jamoke sees a wounded man on the Council Table, and @the_guy542, @Legios, and @ tending to him. Some guards try to stop him, but he slips right past them.
“Yo he’s wounded, let me see! Ya know, I used to go to medical school. I was da best of da best in my class.”
He rushes over to the wounded ambassador, and quickly gets to work.
3 Hours Later...
“And there, all finished.”
Jamoke was able to heal the ambassador, with the other Council members looking on.
“Yo, Jamoke! It’s me! @the_guy545!”
“Sup dude! Long time no see! How’s it been!
“Oh nothing much. Except I’ve bent trying to stop an invasion of the IWO headquarters, aided in the rescue of wounded civilians, oh, and got married to @Legios.
We haven’t had our honeymoon yet.” I whisper to Jamoke. “Oh, and thanks so much! And as gratitude, you are now an official member of the IWO and the New Conglomerate. Welcome aboard!”
And so, another part of Jamokes destiny is fulfilled. Do not worry, we will get to what was the contents in the folder another day. But for now, let’s just have Jamoke enjoy his moment.
In the background, we see Jamoke dancing in a room to 70’s disco, in a white tux, with a disco ball in the ceiling. And you know what he was dancing to? This:
Jamoke’s Taxi Cab