Hey guys, Chapter 7 is up and a few more references to look out for, Chuparosa was obviously a place in RDR and if you haven't played it you really should. Cunning is another word for Wiley which is the name of a Texan town in the DFW area.
Brad found himself being woken up by TK the next morning, TK shook him a few times mentioning meth and sales in the same sentence. Brad jumped of bed and found himself ready to roll an hour later. They climbed in his car and drove to their destination which was Chuparosa Road way out into the green farmland of Eastern Kennedy, they followed the 369 towards Rawlings between cutting a right onto I-24 which would lead them southwards towards cattle country. Specifically, Brad and TK were heading to Cunning, Texas which was the epicentre of the Texas Cow industry, more ranchers populated these areas than the whole of Kennedy put together. This area also had a notorious love of methamphetamine which made the perfect place to unload the batch they had just cooked. TK had apparently been trying to crack the area for years but it had been locked up by the Rednecks but now the Rednecks's grip was weakening, TK could move in and dominate the area.
He had arranged a meet between a few prospective buyers at an old abandoned farmhouse just outside of Cunning. These buyers were apparently bringing a lot of money and were looking to buy at least half of the batch before going away and seeing if their peoples liked it, if they did they would definitely be back for more. TK's meth was special in the way that it caused such a prolonged high that was happy due to the nitrous oxide in those red crystals.
Brad drove into Cunning and saw that it was typical small-town America. A few grocery stores, a petrol station and an Italian restaurant made up some of its Main Street. Brad continued through the suburbia of the town before eventually reaching the dirt track that was Chuparosa Road. He followed the road carefully, watching for potholes or large rocks which could cripple his car. He saw a farmhouse in this distance, maybe half a mile up the road. As he drew in closer he saw three trucks, all different makes parked outside of the house which had moss growing on the side of the building and chipped brickwork. Brad checked his P99 and loaded the magazine hearing a mechanical sound as it clicked into place. TK was also packing. He carried a .357 Python presumably because it widely available from any street dealer from here to Las Venturas.
They stepped up to the door and knocked twice loudly. They stood tense with the product slung over Brad's back, a taster of meth at least roughly 5 pounds. The door swung opened and Brad came face to face with one of the Redneck crew. He was pretty large and had nicotine-stained teeth.
"So y'all are the dealers? Follow me" He drawled
They went into the living room where Brad saw a congregation of Rednecks. TK had assured him that these guys were a collection of some of the biggest players in the meth game but looking at them you wouldn't believe this. The 5 guys all had distinguishing features whether it be a camo jacket, yellow teeth or a couple of Skull tattoos.
"So, how much product have you guys brought?" the middle guy said with a pronounced Southern accent. TK had told him that this guy was called Jimmie Earl and that he was the leader of the Cunning Rednecks.
"We brought 5 pounds of the best meth you can buy on the street today" TK replied
"We'll buy that five as a starter kit, if our people like it, we'll buy some more. At the moment, we'll pay $20,000 for five pounds" Jimmie responded
"$50, it is the best batch I have ever cooked"
"We'll come up to $30,000 and not a dime more.
"Look get real, it's worth like $40,000 and that's leaving meat on the bone for you to make a profit, I ain't ripping your asses off" TK exploded
"We never did like your ass, pushing in on our meth" Jimmie said venomously
Brad readied himself for combat, his hand went to his gun, and it was just a matter of who drew first. The Rednecks drew first firing a volley of shots at Brad and TK. Brad dived to the side, tucking in behind a sofa before rattling off a few shots from his P99, he heard a scream and then a groan, one must have gone down. He pushed forward, dodging bullets while also letting rounds fly. He pushed over a table and ducked in behind it. Bullets whizzed over his head heading the wall behind him with a thud and then the sound of concrete breaking. He lifted his head up, firing two shots at the centre mass of one of the hicks, and he went down with a thud. Brad moved forwards killing one more before he noticed Jimmie Earl making a run for it.
Brad bolted out of the house, following Jimmie who seemed to be trying to put distance between him and Brad. Brad closed on him, he was faster and more powerful, and as he got within five feet of Jimmie he launched into a tackle slamming Jimmie into the ground. Brad crashed to floor, landing a vicious right on Jimmie's nose as he went down. Jimmie Earl cried out in pain before returning a straight left which Brad dodged before delivering a monumental head kick that floored Jimmie. The kick made such contact that Jimmie had been KO'd. Brad levelled his P99 at Jimmie Earl's limp body before pulling the trigger.
Brad then scavenged Jimmie's pockets to find the money that the Rednecks had brought to the meet and was pleasantly surprised when he found $10,000. He went back to the house where he linked up with TK who had found $20,000. They quickly left the farmhouse, eager to put distance between them and it.
