It was the year 2013, in the city Los Santos, San Andreas. It was a time of financial crisis, cheap cable tv and money trouble. Los Santos was a city of floating guru's, worn out celebrities and wannabe stars. One of the people of Los Santos with money troubles was Rick Black, a 26 year old black man from Chamberlain Hills. He lived in an apartment and would do anything to survive, including criminality. He once did six months in prison for credit card fraud, and shared his apartment with his friend Little O.
Rick was sitting on the porch of his apartment, smoking a ciggarette. He looked glumly. Little O. walked up to him.
'Ey, 's the matter with your moody ass?' Little O. asked.
'The crisis, Little O. That's what's the matter. It's gonna be America's downfall.' Rick said.
'Aw, come on, you need to think about something else than the fucking crisis, bro. We gotta get on the move, because I got a lick for us.' Little O. said.
Rick looked interested. 'A lick, you say?' What's that lick?' He asked.
'One of the homies asked us to hijack a fuel tanker and take it to the oil works in El Burro Heights. He said we'll be paid well, so you down?' Little O. asked.
Rick nodded. 'Sure, I'll join as long as there's cash involved.' He said.
'Good. Here, have a rifle.' Little O. said as he put an Assault Rifle in Rick's hands. 'Let's go.' He said. Rick and Little O. then walked to Little O's car and got in.
'I'll drive.' Little O. said. He started the car and drove off.
'The tanker's currently going down the Western Highway. Do you think you can take out the driver?' Little O. asked.
'I'll try.' Rick said.
'A'ight.' Little O. said.
Once they got to the Western Highway, they saw the fuel tanker driving.
"Oh, shit! That's the tanker! Let's go!" Little O. said as he began driving fast towards the tanker.
"A'ight, O, keep driving. I'm a take that sucker down!" Rick said as he got his Assault Rifle ready.
"A'ight, don't fall, Rick!" Little O. replied.
Rick aimed his Assault Rifle at the driver and shot him dead. The tanker then came to a stop. Little O. stopped his car.
"Okay, get that tanker over to the oil works in El Burro Heights, and watch out for the LSPD." Little O. told Rick.
"A'ight, meetcha there." Rick said as he tossed the driver's body out the truck. He got behind the wheel and drove towards the oil works, dodging the LSPD in the process. Once he lost the cops, Rick drove towards the oil works. Once he got there, Little O. was standing beside their employer. Rick got out the truck and walked over to them.
"…Great job, Rick. You too, O." The employer told the men.
"No prob, Nick." O. said to the employer. "Hand Rick the paper."
Nick nodded and handed Rick a bunch of money.
"There you go. If I got anything else, I'll let you know, homies." Nick said to Rick and O.
"A'ight, we'll holla at you later, Nick. Stay strong out there." Rick said.
Nick nodded and Rick and O. walked back to O's car and got in. They then drove back to the Chamberlain Hills.
"This is great, homie! We made ourselves some paper!" Rick said excitedly.
"I like to hear that enthausiasm, Rick. That's the gangsta spirit the Families need." O. said to Rick.
"Yeah. Gotta gangbang our way through the ranks, y'know what I'm sayin'?" Rick replied back.
"Yeah, fo 'sho. Anyway, there's a meeting coming up tonight. Be there, homie." Little O. said.
"A'ight, I'll be there." Rick said.
Rick and Little O. then arrived back at their apartment. Rick and O. got out.
"Hey, I'll be taking a walk 'round the hood, homie. Feel like joining?" O. asked.
"Nah, homie, I'll join some other time. I'll watch the apartment." Rick replied.
"A'ight, that's fine." O. said as he walked off. Rick entered the apartment and walked to his bedroom. He checked his clothes closet. There were a bunch of cheap clothes from the Discount Store and Binco in it.
"I hope I can buy some better clothes soon…" Rick said. He then turned on the radio in his room, putting on West Coast Classics. Rick then laid down on his bed to listen to rap.
(Thanks for reading the first chapter of this story. It's short, but the future chapters might be longer.)