I do not own Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.
Melvin "Big Smoke" Harris was sitting on a bean bag chair and smoking some marijuana. He looked at Lance "Ryder" Williams, who was leaning near a wall.
"Yo, Smoke. What's this deal you wanted to talk about?" Ryder looked at his fat friend.
"The deal to backstab the Grove, my friend." Smoke laughed. "SAY WHAT?" Ryder shouted.
"Shh! Not so loud!" Smoke waved his arms. "You want Sweet and the gang to hear?"
"Is you crazy or something?" Ryder hissed. "You're gonna get us killed!"
"Calm the fuck down, man." Smoke glared at his friend, despite wearing sunglasses on his face.
"Now, listen. We are gonna find the Ballas and ask them to kill Sweet's mom." Ryder looked at Smoke with disbelief in his eyes.
"You crazy, nigga! That's a horrible plan!" Suddenly, Ryder found himself against a wall, by a pissed off Smoke. "DON'T YOU NEVER DOUBT MY PLANS, NEVER!"
"Ok, man, OK!" Ryder waved his hands in defense. He did NOT want to get on his bad side. Smoke released him and sighed.
"I got some plans for us to get us some many big bucks." Smoke motioned towards the green sabre outside. "And this little baby is gonna do it."
"What about the pigs?" Ryder asked.
"I got that covered. Tenpenny and Pulaski are willing to help us in our little endeavor." Smoke grinned evilly.
"Yeah, and Sweet is gonna ice us like fish." Ryder snorted.
"Forget him, nigga! We is gonna be rich." Smoke laughed.
"All right, how we gonna do this?" Ryder frowned through his glasses. Smoke just smiled as he motioned him to follow.
Soon, they stopped at a green Sabre. "Dude, what the hell is this?"
Smoke turned around and snorted. "The key to the plan, my homeboy!"
"What is it?" Ryder asked again.
"Man, are you fucking with me?" Smoke shoved Ryder harshly and glared at him. "This here is the key that will take the Grove down for good!"
"How the hell is that car gonna help us?" Ryder shouted.
"Ain't you ever heard of a drive-by?" Smoke huffed. "We get the Ballas to do a drive-by and kill off Mrs. Johnson."
"Whoa, Whoa!" Ryder jumped back. "That's some deep shit, man! I ain't gonna kill someone's mama!"
"Not YOU, dipshit! The ballas!" Smoke growled in frustration. "Our hands will be clean!"
"But still, man! Killing someone's mama is just wrong!" Ryder looked like he was about to cry.
"Stop being a bitch and come on!" Smoke grabbed his arm and led him back to the house. "First off, we gotta make a few calls…"
Soon, the duo would start off a chain reaction of sorts that would lead to the Grove's downfall…
TBC.