More than just a Trio
"Done..." Spoke a male voice, a young kid, Ryan, 22 years old, addicted to weapons, especially machine guns.
"Wow kid you nailed all the targets again." The Ammu-Nation clerk patted him on the shoulder.
"Yea..." Ryan mumbled "I still need to-!"
"You don't need to sharpen up your shooting anymore. It's perfect, and besides, maybe you should go home. I get that you love being here but your shooting is fine and relentlessly practicing won't make a difference."
"Yo yo yo."
"Huh?" Ryan turned and saw a familiar face
"Lamar Davis, you better pay this time."
"Yea yea whatever homie." Lamar chuckled and picked up a standard pistol.
"Im gonna head out." Ryan called out, grabbing his bag but accidentally bumped into lamar as he walked around to buy armor
"Hey man watch where you're going." Lamar angrily stared at him
"Whatever." Ryan shrugged and still grabbed the heavy armor
"This crazy motherfucker..." Lamar chuckled
"Easy there lamar, the last person I would want to face off in a gun fight is my boy Ryan here."
"He yo son?" Lamar asked
"No, but he's the son I always wanted. But anyways, he's here at the shooting range and he knows his guns."
"Oh really?" Lamar looked at Ryan and drew his newly bought pistol
"Hmph." Ryan grinned and pulled out his favorite gun known to everyone in Los Santos as the combat MG
"Ohhhh shiiiiiit." Lamar laughed "Damn you carry your guns in there."
"Mhm." Ryan nodded
"Listen homie, you interested in making some paper?"
"Eh...sure I guess." Ryan nodded
"I guess? Nigga you gotta sure." Lamar demanded as he bought a micro smg, nothing special, just extended clip.
"Wait aren't you the guy that does the Repo jobs?" Ryan looked at Lamar
"Yea, so what?"
"Do you really need a gun for Repo?" Ryan chuckled
"You never know homie, shit might get real." Lamar nodded
"If you say so, but yea I'm interested in making money." Ryan mumbled
"Then don't listen to this dumb fool." Spoke another person, who walked in, angrily staring at Lamar "Come on man, why the fuck are you in here buying guns when all we do is Repo."
"Hey fuck you homie, you've always been soft F."
"Man i'm interested in making paper not getting clipped."
"Alright alright." Lamar said, taking Ryan's phone directly from his pocket and putting his number in it
"What are you..."
"Shut up homie." Lamar laughed "Here's my number, hit me up when you want work. We'll see your so called sharp aim in action hopefully."
"Yea sure thing dude." Ryan nodded
"Come on homie let's go repo those cars for Simeon."
"Alright Franklin lets roll." Lamar said as he and Franklin lefs ammu-nation
"What have I gotten myself into?" Ryan shrugged
"It's an opportunity, not sure if its a good one though..."
"Yea no kidding." Ryan shook his head "Anyways i'm out, I'll be back tomorrow, same time most likely."
"Stay safe kid."
"Thanks." Ryan waved, grabbed his bag of weapons and walked out of ammu-nation, looking to the right, seeing the car dealership "That's their work, but it's not for me, I'm a gunman, not a theif." He then glanced behind him, looking at the Vinewood sign "Not that either...to be honest, all I want is to avenge my sister. Maybe in the future though..." Ryan sighed and crossed the street calmly, staring at the ground the entire time, not caring where he was headed, but he would soon enough
"Yo kid..."
"Huh..." Ryan finally looked up and faced 10 people who had purple hats on, some had purple shirts or purple shoes as well.
"You been hanging out with those two fools Franklin Clinton and Lamar Davis."
"No." Ryan instantly responded "I was just at Ammu-Nation working on my aim, they just happened to walk in, now leave me alone." Ryan frowned and pushed past them
"Hey lil nigga your in the wrong neighborhood."
"Am I?" Ryan looked around, place was full of Ballas "Well isn't that great."
"You a part of-!"
"I'm not into the gang bullshit." Ryan snapped, looking at his green shirt, wrong day to wear green it seems
"Well your in the wrong neighborhood, and if you think we just a fucking joke, your better think again, man ain't nobody show any respect nowadays."
"Yea yea, whatever." Ryan rolled his eyes
"You ain't got no respect huh?"
"I do have...actually..." Ryan grinned "I don't, gangsters die every day with nothing to remember them by besides, that drug deal, or that shootout that happened the other day, i don't respect gangs because I respect reality." Ryan said, hearing gasps from other people, women and other ballas, and some kids as well, hiding behind their parents
"Reality? Shit respect this mothafucker!" All 10 of the ballas confronting Ryan pulled out their pistols while Ryan pulled out a pistol from his holster "Your outnumbered biatch!"
"I'm not dying today that's for sure." Ryan frowned, sneakily grabbing what looked like a grenade
"Oh shit this fool got explosives!"
"Hmph." Ryan grinned, throwing tear gas on the floor, the ballas backed away, giving Ryan time to find cover behind a car, he put his pistol away and grabbed his combat MG.
(Goodbye Ry...i'm not going to make it...)
"Don't say that..." Ryan growled "...You could have still made it..."
"Get this fool!"
"You motherfuckers!" Ryan ignored strategy and stood up, firing his machine gun everywhere, instantly killing a lot of Ballas.
"Fuck man this fool crazy!"
"You're damn right I am!" Ryan fired his gun in the air and then pointed at the rest of the standing Ballas and finished them. "Stupid pricks, don't get in my way." Ryan said with a frustrated tone, grabbing his bag on weapons and walking away from the so called 'wrong neighborhood' looking back at the 10 dead bodies one more before sprinting off, seeing that the police were going to arrive soon enough