Omar from Little Mogadishu.

Omar ruled Little Mogadishu with an iron fist.

He was younger than his reputation might lead a person to believe. At twenty three he had originally arrived in the UK from Marseille with his Mother: Bilan and his younger Brother: Axmed. His Father had been blown up in the Battle of Provence long ago.

The family had been living here in the UK for about ten years now. Omar found the people of the UK to be weak on the whole and crippled by political correctness or "doggy discipline" as his gang laughingly referred to their manners. All these obedient slaves who seemed terrified of ending up in a dog's bowl. 

Omar didn't give a fuck.

He had started out as a rapper called

"Black Hawk Down" and his linguistic genius had set him apart from the wannabes and the immitators. That was when people still made music. He had tried to invent new cadences and rhymes based on the black arts of advertising and propaganda that he had studied after school. He had lived like a reclusive monk back then and followed the teachings of every cult leader he could get his hands on from L Ron Hubbard to Charles Manson to KRS1 to Immortal Technique. As Bilan, his Mother had kept him strong with her Bariis or rice dishes Omar had learned the art of communication and had mastered this strange new language that had been forced upon him.

As Black Hawk Down had scored underground hit after hit, Omar heard his music blasting out of cars, shops and people's phones, all over town, with its low rumbling bass and repetitive lyrical hooks;

He was quickly becoming a sensation!

He only played the occasional secret unannounced gig or "throwdown" with his entourage "The Red Sea Boys." And usually there was some chaos magik happen on the night, like an RPG attack on the stage or a driveby after the show. This tended to boost sales no end and cement Black Hawk Down's reputation as a serious Playa.

That was back in the day when they had to grind to survive

Today life was different.

Omar had been handed the great responsibility and the lucrative contract of Policing the city with his Community Police Force that consisted of The Red Sea Boys and his extended Entourage of family and friends. The Chief of the Economic Zone that made up UK6 was desperate for votes and credibility. He was a career suit and bullshiter, Omar knew his type well, but he gladly took the money and funding from this donkey fucker. 

This was business.

Omar rarely appeared at street level now and let his younger brother, Axmed, round up the Dogfood, which was their slang word for all the hopeless druggies and drunks that they  caught in their net. Omar himself coordinated the troops from His Multiplier Console at his Mother's house. He had the very latest set up provided by his Corporate sponsors. The Sandoz system was presented to him by The Dog Food Company for his outstanding service. His Console had a 3d Holly map of the city and a vast splitscreen option that enabled him to access any phone camera on The Sandoz network. 

This is where he first saw that Kaffir Dave Norris, for the first time.

The street cleaner had caught his eye when he had destroyed a Citizens Robo dog and done unmentionable things with the disconnected camera head! Omar had smiled at the audacity of Norris at the time.

Well if Chuck Norris wants to find himself shat out of a hungry dogs arse he was going the right way about it!. Omar sipped his spiced tea and stared transfixed at the screen as his eyes in the trees above captured the park cleaner's meltdown. As a badly paid cleaning operative his crimes would be punished under the roaming penal code. This would allow him to be cancelled without trial 

Omar called Axmed and told his Brother to round up the guys with some light weapons. He then dispatched the Toyota full of his troops to the scene. Old Chuck Norris had proved to be a right handful for Axmed and as his Brother had driven the truck at this crazy fuck he had been mortally wounded in the attack! As the metal spear Chuck threw at the truck, penetrated the windscreen it had entered his brother's eye and then his brain, killing him at the scene.

Omar could feel his.anger turning white hot but he didn't like to lose control. He watched as the Toyota turned on its side in the playground and then he watched as his men were systematically picked off by this crazy fucking dog bowl bound maniac kong cunt.

Omar could feel the red mist of hatred that was making his head spin.

The higher ups had dispatched the three drones to subdue Norris. He was marked for death at the scene but his neural implant from his army days had allowed him to upload his last few moments of consciousness to the Starlink, that existed just beyond this world, and then he was flying off to Bardo Airlines , Jungle bound!

Omar owed Norris now for killing his Brother!

He quickly got on his Multiplier to Sandoz and ordered an extensive course of Yellow Hop synth venom..

Omar knew that he was finished with this world of community policing and pleasing the Dog Food Company. He wasn't going to let Norris get away with what he'd done! Omar was prepared to tear down every tree and rip down every vine looking for this Chuck Norris character. He was going to launch a fucking "Jungle Jihad" on his white ass

to avenge his dead Brother.