Wired Afternoon
By: Wes Defendiver
A/N: This is my first serious attempt at a fanfic. Based on Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. GTA: SA is owned by Rockstar Games. All music mentioned is owned by the respective artist.
Prologue
Mike Toreno was a prominent agent for a government agency that very few knew of. Some say he was CIA, others NSA, but no one knew for sure. Another thing no one knew too much about was that Toreno often was a middleman in international drug trade.
So, you can say that he was instrumental in causing the cocaine epidemic of cocaine and other drugs. Spank was all the rage as a club drug, but a huge seaworthy lab/transport boat was bombed to nothing in 2001. The case, to this day, is still unsolved. Eye witnesses (who were a few straggling dock workers) only remember a blue convertible Banshee speeding away from the scene.
After the eruption of a huge gang war between the Front Yard Ballers and the Grove Street Families, violence and drug use surged; Toreno and his partners—The Loco Syndicate—were profiting well. Carl "CJ" Johnson helped him out in keeping other agencies off his back by causing a few disturbances here and there.
After a local police officer was acquitted of many dubious acts, the city of Los Santos exploded in riots. Strangers were tipping cars, gang members were shooting civilians, police fired at will; Anyone unlucky enough to be driving was stopped by mobs and beaten after being ejected from their vehicle. Those however were ended once the catalyst, Frank Tenpenny was found dead near a massive wreck of cars.
The bodies of the other wanted officers were found months later: Ed Pulaski was found shot dead from a shotgun wound to the chest cavity next to his wrecked Buffalo sports car on the freeway going into Las Venturas. The body of Officer Jimmy Hernandez is still unaccounted for.
That was all in the past now. Mike Toreno was still antsy about being busted. His cohorts were dropping like flies. Lance Wilson was some two-bit punk whose boat blew up at sea; Melvin Harris was a pudgy base head who was once manager for now faded rapper OG Loc whose warehouse/living quarters blew up in a huge fire years ago; The CRASH team was wiped out; fate was slowly cutting his loose ends that tied him to his activities of vice. There were still a few that he had to take care of though.