The gates clanged open as Oscar shoved them apart. The group of boys marched through, not daring to look at any of the newsies.

Finch nudged Jack. "Uh, aren't we gonna do something?"

Jack snapped out of his daydream. "Uh, ATTACK!"

The newsies rushed forward, fists ready for action.
•••
David tried his hardest not to look scared. But Jack was right in front of him, taunting him.

"Come on Davey! What're you waiting for! Hit me!"

David kept walking, not even looking at Jack.

"Why? Whatcha gonna do Davey?"

"I know that taunting might work on your fellow idiots, but it doesn't affect me." David pushed past Jack. He grabbed a stack of newspapers and began heading out. Jack knocked the papers out of his hands with one fist, and socked him right in the face with the other. David grimaced in pain, but he wouldn't let Jack know he was winning.

"Just join us! That'd make your life a whole lot easier."

"No, it wouldn't. I need money Jack!"

"So do the rest of us! But we's fighting for a cause!"

"Yeah, a stupid one." David picked his papers back up.

"Come on, we're real nice guys if you're on our good side!"

"Oh really? One of your buddies beat up a little kid! He didn't even do anything, and your friend hit him till he about passed out."

Jack stopped in his tracks. "What?"

"Oh, don't pretend like you don't know. You're probably the one who sent that boy to do it!"

"Was it your brother? Did he beat up your brother?"

"Yes! And Les didn't even do anything! He's just a kid, and your pal could've killed him!" David shouted.

"What did he look like." Jack asked, but it was more of a command than anything.

"Blonde. Had a cigar."

"R-racetrack? Race wouldn't do that. It had to have been someone else."

"Well, I told you my description."

Jack looked completely phased. David took the opportunity and bolted out the gates, newspapers in hand.
•••
Otto dodged another punch, his blood rushing. These newsies were fast and furious. He felt a hand grabbing his arm and pulling him away. Something pressed him against a wall. His glasses fell to the ground. Whoever it was crushed them under their feet. A fist came speeding into his vision, landing with a crack on his jaw. Another one. He finally fell to the ground in despair. He slowly looked up. But all he could see was a fuzzy figure standing above him.

"Nobody is selling newspapers today. Got it?"

Otto nodded his head frantically. The figure stepped away. Otto ran out the gates, paperless.

•••

Oscar and Morris waited for the boys outside the gates, 100 papers each.

"Otto! There you are!" David called out. "No papers?"

"I had to get of there. I'm sorry."

"Whatever. I've got extra."

Otto smiled and took the stack. "Thanks David."

David grabbed Les and gave him some of the papers.

"Boy, sure is a boring headline." David said.

"Doesn't matter. Just lie." Otto shrugged.

"Lie? I can't lie!"

"Just do it David. Or you're never going to sell anything." Morris said.

"Okay...I guess we spread out now?" David said, putting the papers in his bag.

"Yep. Be careful." Oscar said, walking away. "Don't let any of them newsies near you. And don't go back in there alone."