The Unlikely Outlaws of Los Santos
Chapter One: All in a Day's Work
A cool autumn night, a lonely road twisting up Banham Canyon in the outskirts of Richman Glen.
On this stretch of highway, was a lonely gas station, an LTD with a few fill-up stations and a convenience store.
The convenience store owner saw a motorbike whizzing up to the store as he stood up straight, looked at his watch and sighed.
"Oh boy, another valued customer," He said sarcastically, "and wouldn't you know it right at the end of my shift."
The blonde haired man cracked his neck a few times and yawned as the bike parked up close to the store and a man got off.
He was about 6'3, with bowl like dreadlocks that reached his neck.
He wore a white-striped, steel black leather jacket, loose blue jeans and fresh black and white Eris shoes.
He still had his open faced black biker helmet on but with a white bandana around his nose and aviators that were so dark that they looked like pure black window tint that they used on the President's car
The man looked around the store like he was going to buy something but simply scanned the store.
He walked up to the clerk and pulled down his bandana, saying, "Pack of Redwoods please." He said calmly.
As the clerk turned away for the smokes, the customer pulled out and Uzi that was in his leather jacket and held it below the counter.
The clerk put the cigarettes on the table and asked blandly, "Anything else, sir?"
"Uhh yeah and you grab me that bottle of Pißwasser behind you too." The clerk sighed as he turned around once again and grabbed the liquor.
He turned around one last time to see the Uzi two feet from his face and the bandana back on the man's face.
He simply pointed towards the register with the Micro –SMG and the clerk quickly bagged the cash and handed it to the robber.
"Good. Now say good night," The robber said as he clicked the trigger and nothing happened.
The clerk flinched away and saw that he wasn't dead.
"Oops, Safety was on." The man said as he pulled the trigger and shot the clerk once in the heart.
The clerk fell back against the liquor and tobacco products, and the robber put another in his skull.
The robber then walked out calmly as he hoped on his matte black Shitzu Vader and began to ride home.
Just as the sirens in the distant began to wail, the black motorcycle on the lonely road had vanished.
The man rode all the way to his apartment building in Downtown LS.
He parked his prized motorbike in the garage then walked to the elevator to his apartment.
He walked into his apartment and stripped down, revealing his tattooed arms and chest, and a pair of then walked down to his bathroom taking off his helmet shades and bandana to reveal his dirty face after a long day.
He had grown stubble and had a slight scar on his left cheek.
He then stretched out then took a hot shower and prepared himself for bed.
In camo sweats, black Eris sandals with socks and white wife beater with another bandana for his hair, the man hopped in the bed and began to drift.
8 Hours Later, 9:07 AM
The man had woken up to his cell phone's alarm and began to get up.
He walked up to his kitchen and made himself a bowl of cereal with milk, began watching TV and figured that it was going to be a relaxing day.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
The robber looked at the door and put down his breakfast before answering.
He walked up to the stairs and looked through the peephole to see a woman.
He opened the door, seeing that the full package was a 5 foot 9, ebony skinned, curly haired, masterpiece of a woman with a smile that could light up a room.
She had a few boxes behind her in the hallway and the man kind of already knew what she was going to say.
He looked down at her with a welcoming smile, "Hi there, what can I do you for?" he said friendlily.
"Hi, I'm sorry for waking you up but I need some help moving into the apartment down the hall, I was just wondering if you could help me move some stuff in there so I can set up?"
"Sure." The man said enthusiastically.
The two began moving boxes into her apartment and setting it up for her use.
11:53 AM
"Ok," she said, "that's the last of them." Putting down the final box and sighing in relief.
"Thank you again, this is a huge help for getting settled in Los Santos."
"Really, where are you coming from?'
"Vice Beach." The woman answered back.
"Really, I here it's nice down there." The man pondered.
"Yeah only if you're a movie star or an athlete, to everyone else it's just a dirty place to get shot."
"Hmm." The man considered the image of a smaller Los Santos according to that description.
"Well um, listen I gotta go for a while I'm getting ready for a meeting with a business associate of mine, and I don't wanna be late." The man said.
"Oh no, yeah, that's cool sorry for the hold up." The female responded.
"No problem." The man said as he left her apartment.
'Wait!' the woman shouted.
'What's up?"
"I never caught you're name."
"My name is Leroy Andre Brooks, Andre, works but Leroy works too." He said giving a faint laugh.
"I'm, Lisa Bishop, everyone calls me Lisa."
"That's a pretty name, I'll be sure to remember that, Lisa."
Andre waved goodbye and entered his apartment with a wide smile on his face.
After pouring the soggy remains of his breakfast down the drain, Andre went to his closet and threw on a black, untucked shirt, fit Ranch blue jeans and black work boots, with a black LS fitted hat.
With that he entered his garage and hoped on his Vader and drove away.
20 minutes had passed and Andre arrived at a little place called Darnell Brothers Sewing.
He entered the shop and walked up the stairs to see none other than Lester Crest sitting at his desk typing.
"Lester!" he said playfully.
"You're late." Lester replied back swiftly not taking his eyes of the computer.
"Ahh, but you still love me. So, what's up, why'd you call me here?"
Lester finally closed the laptop and looked up at the dreadlocked man.
"Something big. Well big for you at least."
"Okay, and why is that?"
"Because you crazy blooded bastard…"
"Hey, I've told this already, I'm Black, French, Samoan, Irish, and Native American."
"Yeah, not like you mentioned that before…" Lester said smugly under his breath.
"Ehh, fuck you, Wheels."
"Whatever, anyway, this is a drug job, a "connection" of mine named Trevor, needs someone to do some meth moving."
"Okay, what's the payout?"
"Well I'm not one-hundred percent, but he told me twenty-five g's to whoever can do it."
"Hmm, money like that usually means more danger. Decisions, decisions." The robber said sarcastically.
"I take it that you're in, in that case." Lester pondered.
"Hell yeah!" Andre shouted.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
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