Hello everyone a lot of you, or should I say a few you may have wondered what happened to my old GTA story that was based on New Orleans. Well I decided to take it down because frankly I didn't like where the story was going and it was kinda confusing to some. So instead of scraping the idea completely I decided to reboot it and make it more understandable and go for a different angle. I won't hold you too long so here we go with the first chapter enjoy.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Little Difficult

This is New Arcadia, not Liberty City, not Los Santos, and it damn sure ain't Vice City but after a few days of being here you'll wish it was. So make like the locals and go big…or go home. Lieutenant Ryan Locke.

When people think of the major states in America the names San Andreas and Liberty comes to mind. When people think of major cities with high crime rates in America the names Los Santos, Liberty City, Vice City, San Fierro, Alderny, Stab City, and Las Ventura quickly comes to mind but what if I told you there was a city that made those cities look weak in criminal activity. A place where the Italian mob has no power, a place where Ballas and Families are afraid to establish turf, and a place that has been the murder capital of the country since the early 2000's. Many have heard the name of this place and it's a famous one that speaks volume across the nation. This city is referred to as New Arcadia.

Often referred to as the Little Difficult, New Arcadia is the largest city within the state of Louisiana and actually straddles the mighty Mississippi River. To the rest of the country the city is known as a great place to be for parties specifically Purple Tuesday and is recognized as the birthplace of American Jazz, but that wasn't the case to the locals.

New Arcadia has a murder rate higher then cities like Los Santos, Liberty, and Vice and despite having a population lower then those cities it's earned the name Murder Capital of America or to some of the locals Chopper City in reference to the number of crimes committed by the AK-47 Assault Rifle or the Chopper on the streets.

It was a city where people are killed and their murders are shrugged off as just another day and that was the same case tonight. In the cities lower upper ninth ward five African American males found themselves having a small house party that involved dancing with some girls, smoking weed, and listening to loud rap music that many of the neighbors had already complained about.

While the men inside the house seemed to having the time of their lives five men were outside wearing all black were and approaching the house with the same guns that made the city infamous…the AK-47. The men then quickly lifted their guns before aiming at the house then squeezing the trigger and emptying their thirty-round magazines into the house breaking the glass, going through the walls, and causing those inside to duck down and avoid the shells before they finally stopped along with the music.

Meet the New Guys In Town

Agent Alison Trueblood

The sun had finally risen on this new day as FIB Agent Alison Trueblood drove down the streets of New Arcadia with her window down so she could breathe in the fresh air. She was new to the city of New Arcadia but what she was growing to love was the clean smell of the air that was different from other places she'd been.

Despite her title she didn't fit the image of most FIB Agents for starters she was a woman in her mid-twenties and stood about five-foot five with neck-length brown hair, piercing silver eyes, and wearing a white button up shirt over a gray button-up vest that had the first three buttons undone while the vest hugged her D-cups rather tightly, a pair of gray dress pants, and gray shoes.

Today she would be starting her new job working on the new Major Crimes Task Force in New Arcadia and she wasn't happy about it. She heard the stories about New Arcadia being a dangerous city filled with gangs, drugs, and violence but in her mind she saw it as a city that was below her and a disgrace of a job for the Organized Crime and Drug Enforcement Task Force.

Her last three assignments had her targeting Mexican prison and black street gangs in Los Santos, Mafia Families in Liberty, Bikers in Alderny, and Columbian Drug Gangs in Vice City. With a background like hers a place like New Arcadia shouldn't even exist to her as more than a speck of dirt under her shoe, but here she was driving through Little Paris before coming up at the NAPD Police Station in the Seventh Ward and stepping out of her car and making her way inside.

She wasn't too surprised to see officers moving around the floor carrying a few guys in handcuffs. The sight actually brought a smile across her face at the sight of officers hard at work. Many didn't know it but here father was a once a cop in Vice City while her grandfather was a famous detective in her hometown of Junction City where he brought down a major Irish American gangster that operated within the city. Since then she's always had a strong love of the law and United States Justice System, she knew that is was the most questionable in the world but with the amount of crime there was in the states…it was necessary.

"Can I help you mam?" came a new voice as Alison turned her gaze to the receptions desk and noticed an overweight African American woman sitting behind the desk where a police uniform and glasses.

"Yes I'm Agent Trueblood and I'm looking for Lieutenant Ryan Locke." she replied earning a nod from the woman before she pointed her to a set of stairs.

"Upstairs first door on the left." the woman shot back in a tone that was void of emotions while Alison nodded her head before making her way up the stairs and approaching the door then opening it and revealing a large dusty room with a few desk, chairs, tables, a board with a few pictures on it and the smell of dirty water in the air.

"The hell!" she said while entering the room and closing the door behind her.

"Not much to look at is it." came a new voice as Alison turned her head and noticed a Caucasian man with a bald head, bright blue eyes, and wearing a dark grey suit.

"But it's got the all-business vibe I like." the main said in a thick Southern accent that was more accustomed to someone from Texas.

"Sorry let me introduce myself Lieutenant Ryan Locke NAPD Major Crimes Unit." He said while extending his hand to Alison.

"Agent Alison Trueblood Federal Investigations Bureau." She replied earning a smile from the man.

"You must be who the feds sent us to help clean up the city." He stated earning a slight nod and roll of the eyes from Alison that was easily noticed.

"Yes sir I'm here to…help this city." She said in a less-than enthusiastic tone that had Lieutenant Locke give a low chuckle.

"Glad to hear it because your services are needed as we speak." He said to Alison's surprise.

"Come on I'll show you." He said before leading the woman out of the office to Alison's confusion but her instincts told her to just follow the man which she complied without question.

Red Stick

Marcus "South" Roman

Not even eighty miles away from New Arcadia was the Louisiana state capital of Red Stick. Like most capital cities in the United States it wasn't the largest city or the most populated and less people had probably heard of it compared to New Arcadia, but it was a still a place to be for a lot of people and it wasn't smart to say that around the locals.

The city of Red Stick seemed like a different place from the last time Marcus Kalen Roman had been here. Despite being only a twenty years old he had almost been all over the South in his lifetime. He was born in New Arcadia, but was raised in Red Stick under the care of his grandmother, after she passed he bounced around foster homes before residing in Dockington City, in Maryland in his early teenage years, then finally settling down in Sunbelt City, Texas before coming back home to Red Stick.

There wasn't much special about his appearance he stood only five foot seven, which was pretty short for an African American but not really the same for someone of Creole descent like himself. Many people didn't realize it and the term was kinda confusing for some put a Creole person in Louisiana wasn't someone who was all white and spoke with that stupid accent they showed on television but someone who could trace their roots back to before the Louisiana Purchase which happened in 1803 so having black, white, brown, and even Asian Creole was common especially with mixing.

His eyes were a shade of bright brown, he had short black hair that was tapered down with a small mole under his left eye. His clothing wasn't special, for he was only wearing a black short sleeved t-shirt, baggy black jeans, a pair of all white shoes, and in his ears were a pair of studded ear rings.

As Mark drove his all black Buccaneer through the streets South Red Stick, while the song Undead by Hollywood Undead played on the radio, he kept a rather serious look on his face not because he was trying to either but the exact opposite. As far back he could remember much of his entire life he had to keep a serious scowl on his face to intimidate those who would try and step to him.

He wouldn't call himself a career criminal unlike his mother and father, his grandmother had tried to raise him right and keep him on the straight and narrow path but after she passed away the foster care system easily swallowed him up and the boy who once wanted to be a doctor was no more. If his grandmother was alive to see him now she would probably have a heart attack and die from what he had become.

He didn't have a lot of them but he had a few tattoos on his body. There was a dragon tattoo on his upper left arm that went up to his shoulder blade. On his right forearm was a large letter X with the letters S on the left side and E on the right other side with Life is Hard Enough printed at the top. People couldn't see it but on his back the phrase Nobody Praying For Me was etched in big bold letters to remind himself of what his life was like after his grandmother passed away and there was also a scar on the right side of his back from when he was stabbed in his youth.

In order to survive on the mean streets of West Dockington and bring in money for the small family he had found in the foster system he had taken up selling drugs specifically pills and weed. One day after making a sell he was jumped and stabbed by a few guys claiming to be apart of the Families Street Gang. For his own protection and for his friends Mark had to affiliate himself with the biggest drug biggest drug kingpin in town Leroy Barksdale and pretty soon he had traded his bags of pills and weed for Cocaine and Heroin. A few years after joining the gang had almost easily fell apart after they found themselves battling rivals on all footing for corners while trying to avoid charges from FIB. So in order to survive Marcus had to flee Dockington and take refuge in Sunbelt where he earned something else that branded him as a criminal well to the Federal Investigations Bureau he was.

Resting on the young man's head was an all-black hat with the letters BSU in white letters. The letters weren't there to support Back Stab University either one of Sunbelt's biggest colleges no it was to show his affiliation with the gang Brothers Stand United or Bust Shit Up.

They were a rather large multi-racial crew that started in the Northeast by kids who would go to hardcore music shows and fight Skinheads who were plaguing the shows. With its message of standing together and fighting together the gang had spread and established chapters all over the United States, Canada, as well as Europe and Mark found becoming a member after fighting off a few Neo-Nazi's at a hardcore show in Sunbelt.

He was still a member but because he had a falling out with a few other members of the Sunbelt Chapter Mark he decided that it was time for him to return home to Red Stick. Not really for a fresh start but to find a better hand in a world full of bad cards.

As Mark pulled up into the local bus station he was quickly greeted by the sight of a five foot six Chinese-American who looked to be about twenty with spiky black hair and black eyes and wearing a bright gray t-shirt with the letters BSU written on the front in black letters underneath a black sleeveless jacket, baggy black jeans, and black and white shoes with a silver necklace around his neck, and studded arm bands. The man's name was Lee Shen and he's more than earning the title of Mark's best friend since the duo have known each other since they've been watching each-others backs since they were young.

Standing beside Lee was a rather tall Caucasian man who stood about five foot ten with short blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and wearing a white wife-beater under a black leather jacket, khaki pants with the chain for a chain wallet on his left side, black jeans, and a pair of all black shoes. This man was Lincoln Mackey but to his friends he was known as Link, he and Mark had met each other while growing up in the foster system in Dockington City. He was a very weak and vulnerable kid after watching his father kill his mother in a drunken rage, but thanks to Mark's he's overcame that pain and come out of his shell.

Standing beside Link was another good friend of Mark's. He was a man of Indian descent that stood about average height with long curly black hair and stood about average height with bright brown eyes and dark brown skin and wearing a black wife beater under a black leather jacket, blue jean pants, and white shoes. This man's name was Manfred Johar and he was one of the first people Mark became close with in Sunbelt mostly because the duo could find friendship in being street kids.

And standing beside Manfred was a man Mark didn't really expect to see, he was an American Born Mexican man with short black hair, bright black eyes, dark brown almost almond colored skin and wearing a sleeveless light blue shirt, khaki shorts that showed off his white socks that were pulled all the way up, white shoes. This man's name was Felix Quintero, but on the streets his name was Fiasco and he was another member of BSU.

As Mark stopped his car in front of the bus station he watched with a smile as the group quickly climbed inside and slapped hands with him.

"Good to see you guys survived the trip." Mark said with a chuckle while slapping hands with Lee.

"Bus ride was long as hell but nothing we couldn't handle." The Chinese man replied.

"Speak for yourself I was sitting next to the fat guy who kept snoring." Said Link earning a chuckle from the group while Mark turned to Felix.

"The hell are you doing here?" Mark asked earning a slight chuckle from Felix.

"My parents thought it was time to spread my wings and fly the coop." he replied with a chuckle.

"Understandable." Mark replied with a chuckle.

"So what's this job we're gonna be doing? Lee asked earning a chuckle from Mark.

"We can talk about that later first I want to show all of you what real Southern food is." Mark replied.

"Good because I'm tired of eating doughnuts and gas station chicken." Said Link earning a chuckle from Mark who started up his car and went to drive away only to slam on brakes in order to avoid a rusty all red Picador causing the young man to honk his horn at the driver.

"Fucking prick!" Mark said while the red truck drove off.

Chayton 'Task' Highwolf

The scene inside of the red Picador was filled with yelling as a Native American man who stood about five foot ten with long black hair that flowed to the back of his head, bright brown eyes, and wearing a long white t-shirt under a black jacket, black pants, white shoes, and a black hat. This man was twenty-five year old Chayton Highwolf or better known as Task by those that knew him.

He was a Teton Sioux or Lakota Indian from the Midwest State of South Yankton where he grew up on an Indian Reservation that was one of the poorest places to be in the nation. The morality rate, depression, malnutrition, alcoholism, diabetes, and drug abuse were some of the highest in the country while money was low with over fifty percent of the population living under the federal poverty line. Task himself can remember growing up with his grandparents, mother, father, two brothers, two sisters, and even his uncles in a home with no stove, electricity, telephone, running water, or a sewage systems.

To make it worse he had to grow up in a home that could be best described as dying. His grandmother was the first to go, in 2007 after her long battle with diabetes she finally passed away in her sleep. His older brother went next in the coming year, he left the reservation in an attempt to find a better life but was shot and killed by police officers who thought he was carrying a gun. With his other brother dead his father in his depression turned to alcoholism and would often beat his mother until one day he beat her to death and drunk himself into a grave on the same night in 2008. In 2009 there was a number of suicides on the reservation and his big sister found herself amongst them with the slashing of her wrist in their bathroom. The final person to leave him was his youngest brother who started to run with one of the various gangs on the reservation, the Ballas to be exact, and he was arrested in 2010 and is now four years in a twenty-five year sentence.

That left only himself, his grandfather, and his younger sister who had seen so much death but was only nine years old. Unlike Task who was damn near dying inside because of the loss his grandfather seemed unshaken by it. His grandfather was once a part of the reservations tribal militia and was there for the murders at the second massacre of wounded-knee in the 1970's and the shootout with the FIB in 1975. His grandfather may have been old but to Task he was the wisest warrior on the reservation.

His grandfather had told him about his people, his heritage, and everything he needed to know. He also steered him away from the Natives on the reservation that had taken up calling themselves Ballas and Families similar to the gangs of Los Santos, and most importantly he helped him reconnect with his Nakota brothers in Canada.

To establish himself a true warrior fighting for his people he joined the Red Warriors a local gang on his reservation. To him they weren't a gang but a brotherhood of warriors who really belonged to the western hemisphere and they soon became his family.

A few years ago he had to prove he was a down for his family and looking out for his people. So he drove out of South Yankton into the next state over where a white-owned liquor store was located. The store was one of the main suppliers of alcohol on his reservation and he needed to get rid of it for his people. Task firebombed it along with three others before the night ended as a showing that he was a warrior fighting to stop the poisoning his people.

After a few minutes of driving Task quickly found himself pulling up into a storage facility just outside of the Greater Red Stick Metropolitan Area. He then pulled up in front of a storage room and stepped out of his car before opening large metal door and finding three wooden crates placed on the ground. A smile soon spread across the Lakota Warriors face as he walked over to the crates and picked them each up before putting them in the back of his truck. Upon setting the last crate in his truck he quickly opened it up and noticed that it was filled with AK-47 Assault Rifles.

"To say you're an insane asshole is an understatement Trevor Phillips but you're a good businessman." Task said with a chuckle before closing the crate up and making his way back inside of his truck then driving off.

New Arcadia

After leaving the police station with Lieutenant Locke Alison found herself sitting in the passenger's seat of the man's black Buffalo as it sped down the streets of New Arcadia. The drive had been silent and Alison could easily tell that Locke wasn't a real conversationalist though he did seem to drive with a smile on his face that was awfully unusual to Alison. Instead of staring at him she decided to stare at the buildings that went by. A lot of people praised the architecture of the city and Alison had to agree with them as she noticed the fancily designed buildings that gave off images of France.

"So Agent Trueblood where you from?" Locke asked after sitting in relative silence as Alison quickly turned to him to speak.

"I was born in Junction City South Junction to be exact but I spent much of my childhood in Los Santos." She said earning a nod from Locke.

"What made you decide to wear a badge?" he asked.

"My dad was once the police chief in Junction City and his dad before him was a cop and I wanted to add on to the family legacy. The two worked together to bring down some of the largest gangsters in the city." She said earning a slight chuckle from Locke.

"Really I read your file you seem to have done the same in your lifetime. You help bring down the Grove Street Families in Los Santos, you brought down chapters of the Lost in the Northeast, and Columbian drug dealers in Vice. Your jackets pretty impressive yourself." He said earning a slight chuckle from Alison.

"But I still think you bit off more than you could chew by coming here." He finished to Alison's confusion before he stopped the car while Alison eyed him closely.

"We're here!" he announced as Alison looked out and noticed that the nicely designed building had been replaced by houses that weren't the best to look at and as she looked up she noticed that there was a crowd of police and news people around a white house in the distance.

"Come on I want to show you something." Said Locke as he stopped out of the car with Alison following him out and inside of the house where she noticed a forensics people taking pictures of five bodies on the ground and marking bullet-holes in the wall while flies actually buzzed around the house

"Grisly ain't it." Said Locke as Alison looked to him with a nauseous look on her face. She was used to seeing dead bodies but not something like this.

"In the academy you're taught to learn from past experiences, but I'm here to tell you right now Agent Trueblood to throw everything you learned out the window because the people you'll be hunting here aren't like any you've seen before. They don't gang bang, they don't wear colors, they don't claim turf, they aren't geographically exclusive, and they damn sure aren't afraid to kill for sport and their targets include men, women, children, and cops especially." He said to Alison's surprise.

"I can see it your eyes Ms. Trueblood you're cocky, arrogant, and feel as though with your background New Arcadia isn't with your pretty little time. Let this house be your introduction into what life is like in New Arcadia for some. This house was filled with over a hundred and twenty bullets from AK-47's you see five people dead in front on you but there are two more in the back, one in his room, and another in the driveway and all these people were killed minutes before the sun would rise on a new day." He further shocking the young FIB Agent.

"This is New Arcadia, not Liberty City, not Los Santos, and damn sure not Vice City but after a few days of being here you'll wish it was. So make like the locals and go big…or go home." Stated Locke before he walked out of the house leaving Alison alone to take in the sight and smell of the bodies around here.

"What did I just walk myself into." She asked while rubbing her forehead.

Red Stick

The roads of Red Stick were surprisingly clear on this day as a truck drive found himself going about his morning as usual that included driving his truck down the freeway while the radio played loud country music.

"Here we go." Said Mark as he, Link, Lee, and Felix each pulled a black ski mask over their faces while Link pulled a black van up alongside the truck before making a turn in front of the truck causing the driver to slam on brakes while Mark, Lee, and Felix jumped out of the car wielding Pistols and aimed them at the driver.

"Outta the truck." Mark yelled as the driver went into autopilot and basically lifted his hands up while forced open the driver's side door before forcibly pulling him out.

"Have a good day." Said Lee as Mark hopped in the driver's seat while Felix and Lee hopped in on the other side while Link drove away from the scene with the trio following after him with the driver watching them get off the freeway.

"Son of a bitch!" yelled the driver with anger in his tone while Mark, Lee, and Felix were cheering themselves on at another job well done.

"Hell yeah I've been missing this rush." Said Mark with a chuckle.

"I don't care what those pricks in Sunbelt said nothing beats pulling a good old-fashioned jack move." Said Lee with a chuckle.

"Orale!" said Felix as the group continued to laugh with one another while Link raised the group on a Walkie Talkie.

"We got pigs coming up." He said earning a slight chuckle from Mark.

"Alright there's a Pay 'N' Spray about two blocks from here while we head to the meeting point." Said Mark as Link quickly turned a corner and went down another street while Mark continued down the road where he narrowly avoided a police car pulling out in front of him.

"Damn pigs can't drive." Said Mark as he the sirens of more cars approaching seemed to bring a smile to his face as moved past a car with the police still giving chance.

"How are we going to lose this many?" asked Felix.

"You forget I'm from here and while I've been back in town I've been learning the lay of the land and things we can use to our advantage." Said Mark as he made a sharp left turn with the squad cars following after him.

"And a right." Said Mark as he made a sharp right turn that seemed almost out of the blue but didn't seem to shake the cops Lee and Felix quickly noticed that Mark had passed a sign spray-painted on the road that read School-Zone.

"Where are you leading us?" Lee as a smile spread across Mark's face as Felix sent a look back the pursing police cars as Mark made a sharp right turn in front a local middle school before speeding pass the school buses that were about to pull out and the teachers that were directing them while the police cars came to a screeching halt to avoid them.

"What the hell?" asked Felix as Mark started to chuckle.

"When school-buses here are about to leave teachers have to escort the buses outta the parking lot so they can monitor for fights if they break." Stated Mark earning confused looks from Lee and Felix.

"I knew they wouldn't risk driving through a spot that could potentially be full of kids so they stopped while I took a gamble." The young boy finished with a chuckle while Lee and Felix shook their heads as Mark continued to drive before pulling up to a vacant building and noticing Link parked out front.

"Come on!" the blonde man said before lifting the garage door and directing the truck into the garage before Mark, Lee, and Felix stepped out with smiles on their faces.

"What took you?" he asked while slapping hands with Mark.

"You know we like to be fashionably late." Said Mark with a chuckle as the four boys made their way to the back of the truck before opening it up and noticing that it was filled with boxes.

"Let's see if we got what we ordered." Said Link as he and Felix pulled down a box and set it before them while Mark pulled out a black pocket-knife and then cut open the box.

"Hell yeah we got what we ordered." Said Lee as the group opened the box and noticed that it was filled to the top with cartons of Redwood Cigarettes.

"We hit the jackpot boys." Said Mark as the group started to laugh amongst each other.

Oakwood

The drive to the town of Oakwood wasn't long for Task as he pulled his truck up in a heavily wooded area where he noticed a black truck already parked with a man sitting on the front. The person was a Native American like Task but unlike him this Native was everything he wasn't unlike Task who had become somewhat modernized over the years this man was the definition of a warrior.

The man stood about six-foot five with the sides of his hair shaved while the center was full of long black hair that went all the way down to his back. His clothing was also something you would expect of someone on a reservation with a sleeveless denim jacket over a sleeveless black t-shirt to show off his muscles, denim pants, and black snakeskin boots. This man's name was Adahy, but for some reason he preferred to be called Red, and he was Muscogee or Creek Native.

Unlike Task himself, Adahy didn't have a very difficult childhood mostly because he didn't have any parents growing. Since he was young Adahy had been under the care of his grandparents who were both well-educated in the ways of their people. Under the both of them Adahy had learned the ways of not only his people but that of other Natives. Not only did he know how to speak the language of his people but he also knew the language of the Lakota's, Apache, Navaho, and even the Azteca's. He spoke rarely but whenever he did he was a very forceful speaker and would give Task phrases that he would classify as wisdom with words.

Task didn't have much of Adahy's views towards other people or any of the real values most Natives had, but Adahy was one of the most skilled and combat effective Natives he'd ever met so he needed his help when it came down to bringing in more money to their respective people.

'You're late." Stated Red in a deep tone of voice.

"Ran into traffic where are the buyers?" Task asked before the duo noticed a pair of headlights coming in the distance before stopping in front of them. The duo then watched closely five men stepped from the car which wouldn't have caused much intimidation to some until they noticed the shirtless Salvadoran man step out of the car.

He was a rather average built man he was about average height and slim but what would be a major intimidation factor was the fact that the man was covered from head to toe in tattoos. The most noticeable being the letters MBG tattooed in small letters on his forehead and again on his face that went over and down his eyes and even onto his lips.

The man was wearing a pair of white shoes, light blue pants, a black cap, and a light blue bandanna was wrapped around his neck over his black wife beater. With his arms exposed both men could make out the demonic tattoos on his arms along with the skull on his left and Mara Bunta Grande tattooed across his back and the Mini Uzi tucked in the front of the man's pants. Neither Task nor Red knew this man's actual name, but on the streets he was known as El Mago and he was the Shotcaller for the Mara Bunta Grande in Sunbelt as well as a major leader from Mexico.

As he approached them the other four Mara Bunta members made sure to stand closely behind him. Task truly couldn't make out any of their faces mostly because they were all covered in tattoos. Both men were alright with the idea of working with their southern brothers but they were against working with groups like Mara Bunta and the Azteca's just as much as they were against working with Mexican Drug Cartels. They both saw them as monsters who preyed on their own and coated their own lands with blood and poisoned their people with drugs. They both hated them but right now they needed them if they wanted to bring money to their families.

"El Mago glad to see you could come down from Texas." Said Task with a chuckle while the lead Mara Bunta member remained silent.

"What you got vato?" he asked while eyeing Adahy who gave him an unintimidated look as he led the man to the back of his truck before opening a crate filled with AK-47 Assault Rifles and presenting them to the Mara Bunta members who nodded their heads.

"Same as always you got the money?" Adahy asked as El Mago looked to one of the other Mara Bunta members who reached into his black jacket and pulled out a brown envelope before handing it to Adahy who quickly opened it up and noticed it was filled with money.

"Pleasure doing business." Said El Mago as the Mara Bunta members quickly took the crates out of his truck and began loading them into their car while Adahy sat on the hood with Task.

"Same amount as usual?" Task asked earning a nod from Adahy who watched El Mago lead the Mara Bunta members back to their car.

"You know the agreement we meet again in two weeks." The Mara Bunta leader said while sliding into the driver seat of his car while the other Mara Bunta members did the same before he drove away from Task and Adahy.

"So what do you want to do now?" Task asked while Adahy remained silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"I need to meditate." He replied before walking over to the driver's seat of his car and sliding inside while Task watched him closely.

"Alright I'll catch you later." Task said as Chayton started up his car and turning on the radio as the song House of the Rising Sun by The Animals started to play. He was tempted to change it, but he ultimately decided to let it play as he drove down the road.

Mark

The drive back to his apartment in New Arcadia wasn't long for Mark as he parked his car in the parking lot. He had bought the apartment a few months ago mostly as a go between from New Arcadia and Red Stick, but now it was used more a place for him to sleep when he had just pulled a job.

Lee and the others had decided to stay at a hotel in Red Stick for the night and he didn't have much of a problem with that he was more so happy that the group was there with him after being away from him for so long.

He waited a few moments to step out of his car mostly so he could catch the last few verses of the song playing on the radio. The House of the Rising Sun wasn't a hardcore metal song but it describes his life very much and it talked about a place in New Arcadia so he was able to relate with it.

As the song finally ended Mark quickly stepped out of his car and made his way up the stairs to the second floor of the apartment complex where he noticed a brown haired woman trying to open her door.

"Left then right." He said earning her attention as the woman turned to him and looked at the young boy with wide eyes.

"That knobs been busted since the last people were staying there, turn it left then right." He said while Alison continued to stare at him before following his actions and opening the door while trying to keep an eye on Mark from the corner of her eyes.

She wasn't a racist person and she didn't have much against black people, but right now seeing Mark dressed in his all black clothing, white shoes, and black hat he gave off the appearance of a thug. She knew it was wrong to refer to people as thugs just by their appearance but in her line of work she'd learned that people dressed similar to him usually were.

"Thank you." She said while giving Mark a narrow smile that he quickly returned.

"You must be the new neighbor." He said with a smile earning a nod from the Agent.

"Yes, I'm Alison Trueblood." She said before extending her hand slowly for Mark to notice it was shaking slightly shaking earning a slight chuckle from him.

"Nice to meet you I'm Marcus Roman." He said before slowly taking the woman's hands in his own and slowly shaking it.

"It's nice to meet you Marcus." She said with hesitation in her voice that Mark could easily detect and as he looked her up and down he noticed the badge of the Federal Investigations Bureau on her belt.

"I guess I'll see you around." she said with a smile earning a slight chuckle from Mark. As she went to pull away from him she quickly noticed that he wasn't letting her go.

"Before you go I want to set the record straight." He said earning a surprised look from Alison.

"Do you know what this tattoo on my arm means?" Mark asked while directing Alison's gaze to the large X tattooed on his right forearm.

"No!" she replied.

"This means I'm a follower of the Straight Edge lifestyle meaning that I live a clean drug free life. I don't smoke, drink, shoot-up, or pop pills so you don't have to worry about me sitting in my room getting high all day or moving drugs outta my apartment." He stated to Alison's surprise.

"I'm twenty-years old and despite the way I'm dressed and the color of my skin I'm not a drug dealer, gang member, thug, or someone you have tense up around every time you see me. I've never been to prison and I don't plan on going, but I am a student at the university in Red Stick if you want to have a private investigator do a background check on me." He said before letting go of the woman's hand while Alison eyed him closely.

"I just helped you out and you looked at me like I was about to pull a gun on you and rob you in an apartment complex. If that's how you're gonna look at me and those like me I suggest you find a new place to live because there are more people in this city that look like me then you." Mark replied before turning away from the woman.

"Have a good night Ms. Trueblood!" the BSU member said before making his way into his apartment and slamming the door on Alison who looked on with wide eyes and a somewhat hurt heart.

"Fuck my day!" she said before making her way into her apartment and closing the door behind her.

Authors Note: And there you have it for the first chapter of GTA: New Arcadia. I hope you enjoyed it if so let me know with a review.

This story along is one of a couple of other stories that follows characters outside of Los Santos, Liberty, and Vice City. If you haven't checked them out I suggest you do so, like I said in the beginning New Arcadia is based New Orleans but there are others like GTA: Sunbelt City which is based on Houston, Texas, GTA: Dockington City which is based on Baltimore, GTA: Junction City which is based on Boston, and GTA: Rushmore City which is based on Washington D.C. check them out you will not be disappointed.

The original name for this story was GTA: Nolens but that sounds too close to New Orleans and thanks to Onkwehonweneha a new name was created more to fit the story. He got the name Arcadia because in theearly17th Century there was a French owned Colony known as Arcadia in Eastern Quebec and what is now modern-day Maine.

As you can tell like GTA V this story is gonna follow three characters Alison, Mark, and Task and their lives while working in New Arcadia and the surrounding cities. In the original story my three main characters were originally gonna be Mark, Martin, Marrick, with their father being sorta a fourth protagonist, but at the same time I wanted to add Alison into it as a protagonist and as well as Task and with so many protagonist I got confused with who was doing what so I decided to scrap the idea for these three.

Now on to characters I don't have to tell you all too much about Marcus Roman seeing as he's been the central protagonist in all my stories, but some things about him are different in this one. Usually he's a Black-Samoan but in this story he's of Creole descent because there Pacific Islander population in Louisiana is small as hell. He's also taller in most stories he's known for being five-foot-two but in this story he's grown to five-foot-nine which is still short but taller than he normally is. Also I can never really find someone to visually base Mark off until today. For this story Mark is based off John Boyega who played Moses on Attack the Block and more recently Finn in the new Star Wars movie.

Mark is also a member of BSU which is based off the group Friends Stand United or FSU. I actually met a few of them at a hardcore show in Texas and I can say that they are alright guys. Some members are drug free and the group is mostly white but there are other races involved with them. They don't like being called a gang, which in my opinion they kinda aren't. Also members don't sell drugs but there have been members that have been arrested for drugs and accused of moving drugs so that's sort of what Mark is and one of the reasons why he went rogue in the gang.

As you already know with Mark I had to give him a crew and with that crew came Lee (who is visually based off Li Chen-Blade: The Series), Felix (who is based off a young Benjamin Bratt-Blood in Blood Out & Law & Order), Link (who is based off Alexander Ludwig-Hunger Games & Vikings), and Manfred ( who is based on Raza Jaffrey-Homeland). Being that he's FSU I wanted his group to be a very diverse one with Lee being Chinese, Felix being Mexican, Link being Jewish-German, and Manfred being Indian.

Alison is another character I introduced for my old story. Haven't you ever wondered while playing GTA where the fuck are the cops when I just blew massacred an entire neighborhood? Well here she is, when I write I like to give everyone's POV not just my criminals but their enemies and those looking to catch them. She will be on the new Major Crimes Task Force and looking to clean up the crime in New Arcadia. Will that lead her to Mark and Task you'll have to see? She is visually based off Alisona Harper from Resident Evil 6.

I also introduced Lieutenant Ryan Locke who will be the head of Major Crimes Unit and will act as her boss. He is visually based off Terry O'Quin who played John Locke on Lost and Chapel on Gang Related.

Task is a featured in a lot of my older stories as a Native American, but instead of being Lakota he's normally a Yakima, Comanche, and even a Crow in one instance. He is a gunrunner from the Midwest who sells in both Texas and Louisiana in a role similar to Trevor's in GTA V. He's visually based off Eddie Spears.

Adahy is his right hand man and body guard who is visually based and somewhat inspired off Geno Segers who plays Chayton Little Stone on Banshee.

El Mago is a Mara Bunta leader who is based off Tenoch Huerta Mejía character in Sin Nombre and will be featured in more future chapters as a side character and leader of Mara Bunta.

Red Stick is based off my hometown of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. This story is called New Arcadia and much of it will take place in New Arcadia but something a lot of people don't realize is that a drive from Baton Rouge to New Orleans is probably forty-five minutes to an hour depending on traffic and from New Orleans to Baton Rouge is less time because traffic is never heavy leaving New Orleans going to Baton Rouge so a lot of people go to New Orleans. Plus one thing I hated with GTA V was that it only featured LS and Blaine County where as San Andreas featured LS, San Fierro, Las Ventura, and much more. You don't hear about many people say I'm leaving Los Angeles and going to San Francisco or Las Vegas but it is a hotspot and there are clashes between sides and that'll be featured in this story.

Oakwood is a based off a small town near New Orleans called Elmwood.

Also I'll give you a breakdown of the way things are in New Orleans.

1. New Orleans isn't a city in California and is a hub for gangs of mostly local crews, but there are national gangs in other cities like the Bloods and Crips. The Latin Kings are our largest brown gang, but there are also Surenos, MS, Asian gangs and so on because of so this story will have these gangs so you'll see gangs like Families, Ballas, Vagos, Mara Bunta, Spanish Lords, Da Nang Boys, Azteca's, and even the Holland Hustlers will play a role and I'm thinking about adding one of the gangs from Vice City. Don't know which yet though if you have suggests I'd like to hear them.

2. New Orleans is divided by 17 wards in truth no ward is really worse than the others. The third, seventh, eighth, and upper ninth have high murder rates but in truth anything can happen anywhere and I mean anywhere.

3. Alot of this story is gonna be based off HBO's The Wire in a way and one thing I liked about The Wire was that throughout the whole series the biggest gun used on the show was a Shotgun that makes it realistic but this is the GTA Universe so expect high caliber guns. What's GTA without Rocket Launchers and cop chases...boring.

4. This story takes place a few years after Hurricane Katrina and sorta goes over the lives of what it's like for people who've returned to the city because even to this day there are things that are affected by that Hurricane.

Goodnight everybody.