Date/Time: Saturday 11:00 PM

Location: Polvo Shipping Airfield, Outskirts of Diez Coronas City, Nuevo Paraiso

A fluorescent light flickers on and off, the sound of liquid dripping is heard, and then this is accompanied by footsteps. The footsteps stopped and the sound of a switch is turned, lighting up the vicinity, revealing a medium sized hanger. It shows signs of age but for some reason it seems to be undergoing restoration as there are paint cans and assorted building materials laying around as well as pieces of furniture and equipment covered in white sheets. Parked in the hanger is a late model Buckingham Shamal and a Jobuilt Velum. With the lights finally on, those who made the footsteps are revealed.

There are five Mexican men dressed in slightly tacky Perseus suits, sporting flashy watches, cowboy boots, and gold chains. One of them stepped out of the group. He was slightly fat, styled his hair in a pompadour, had a gold tooth, and smoked a large Cuban cigar. He looked around, and in a heavy Mexican accent said, "Not bad for our new base of operation ey?" to another. "Si, Luca, it will do for now, our boy left us some supplies to get thing going right?" said the other. This one had was the tallest of the group, his short black hair, as black as his entire business outfit, and black aviators to match. The first to speak, Luca, then lead him, Marcos, and the rest of the group to one of the things covered in a sheet. He took off the sheet to reveal a gun rack containing ten Norinco Type 56 2 rifles. The group smiled in satisfaction, and were then led to a large metal container covered by a sheet. Upon opening the container they found 70 bricks of cocaine. Luca then lifted one of the bricks, cut it with his switchblade, took a sample, smiled and said "Uncut, grown south of the Canal right?" Marcos nodded in agreement. Then Luca poked another hole on the bottom of the brick, took a sample, and then repeated the process on other sides of the brick. Marcos snatched the brick from his hand, and said to Luca, "Am I gonna have to start charging you?" Luca just looked in surprise and said "No bullshit man, no baby powder, no baking soda, no flour….just straight up uncut!" Luca's celebration was ended by the sound of a door slammed open.

The group drew out their sidearms with the exception of Marcos. In came four officers of the Diez Coronas County Sherriff's Department, both wearing ballistic vests and heavily modified HK 416's at hand. Behind them was an elderly man, with very bronze skin and snow white hair. He was wearing a simple yet dignified straw hat, white shirt, a wooden rosary, khaki pants, and traditional moccasins. The only thing of high value on him was a pearl watch on his wrist and an ivory walking cane. Behind him were four more heavily armed sheriffs and two menacing looking men in business wear. One of the first sheriffs yelled at them "Put your weapons away and show some respect to Señor Gallardo! Now!" The group did not hesitate. Señor Gallardo, a wrinkled man, five feet tall, appearing to be in his 60's gently observed the group and then looked at Marcos.

Marcos stepped forward, bowed, and Gallardo said "I'm sure everything is in order right?" "Si señor, said Marcos, a crew will be coming in the morning to finish up around here, and then our operation will be running, like in the glory days of the Nuevo Paraiso Cartel! We'll control the state and soon the country before you know it!" Señor Gallardo smiled, but then his expression turned serious and said to Marcos, "What about our friend to the North?" "He's been a thorn on our side Señor. He's insane. We've kept a watch and he's been doing deals with any random psycho, ordering a jet with his cousin Javier in it to be shot down from the sky, and cheating on your cousin Patricia!" Señor Gallardo glanced at his watch and said to Marcos "Look's live we've got a wild stallion to put down eh? If we don't he'll just prance around our new operations in the area." "It appears so said" Marcos. Señor Gallardo bid his farewell to the group, walked out escorted from the hanger, and stepped in the backseat of an Enus Super Diamond. His vehicle was escorted by three Ubermacht Zion's and a Gallivanter Baller in Sherriff's department livery and sirens. Back in the hanger, Luca, affected by the combination of sampled coke, the presence of Señor Gallardo, and the new task at hand, was totally losing his mind and then stopped, looked at Marcos said "So we're finally putting the plug on old Mr. Madrazo, up in crazy, crazy Los Santos!"

Date/Time: Monday 8:00 AM

Location: 30,000 feet above, westward bound for Los Santos International Airport

Up in the blue skies flew a Buckingham Luxor bearing the logo of the luxurious fashion company Santo Capro. While nothing distinguishable from a jet engine could be heard from the outside, inside blared the Hip-Hop song Arab Money. In it were platinum trays from which lines of coke had been done, bottles of fine wine littered the floor. Rather than plane seats on each side of the alley, there was long, leather sofas. Seated around them were four beautiful, barely dressed women with expressions of boredom, each checking Bleeter updates on their IFruit phones. A heavyset, coked out Arab man with no pants danced through the aisle of the modified luxury jet while holding a golden Uzi submachine-gun.

In one of the seats, a sharply dressed and groomed middle aged man sat reclined, smiled as he peered out the window, then got up, walked towards the flight deck, and observed the pilot. The pilot, in a deep Dominican accent said "Oye Tone, I'm really getting the hand of this jet flying, it's like flying a helicopter but with an eccentric, Middle Eastern douche prancing around with a loaded weapon" Both exchanged laughter and the man said to the pilot "Oh Lou, you're going to love Los Santos, It's like LC but when someone calls a brown person a Mexican, it's more than likely spot on, so don't take offense to that! Your little hoodlum friends Armando and Henrique will surely miss you though?" "Oh them?" said Luis, "Yea I booked them on a flight for next Week." "Oh great, why don't we just drag along all of LC huh? Let's invite some of those meth fiend bikers from the Lost MC, and while we're at it, Rocco and his guido pals!" scoffed Tony. "It ain't like that, besides I haven't heard anything from Rocco since the thing at Maisonette went down." But then Tony cut his speech. "Oh don't mention her, don't mention my darling flagship of celebutantes without cellulite, or my stable of studs, Hercules!" "Ey relax bro! In Los Santos, we will start again! A new nightclub empire and with your guidance, Yusuf and his money, well, really his money, we'll rise again like never before! Look I loved LC but it's over for us there. After dealing with those greasy bikers and Russian gangsters, we really ain't got much of a prospect bro. I hear the EDM scene is pickin up on the West Coast so we'll take that to our advantage!" "I guess so Lou, anyway how's your mom? You're just gonna leave her there to fend for herself?" asked Tony? "Nah Tone, with the mad cash I made making moves on all them city dealers, I set her up in a nice quit rock on Meadow's Park. She's away from all them Dominican loan sharks and well, most of the city! Aight, we approaching LSX in 10 yo!" Luis spoke into his headset and said "Folks this is yo captain speaking, the mad papi who earned his wings from the LC flight school! We're almost to our destination, so sit tight, have another shot, and relax!"


I'm really looking for feedback. Is the story good so far? Next chapters coming soon! This is my first fanfic ever.