STELM: happy 420 in most places atleast! Nothing much to say about this chapter but that it is the last one before the big heist!


Scouts Fuckery Setup

-Jrue-

"Ey' Lionel clear out. I got lock up." Jrue said as he fixed a Major Murda Murger. He had made the burger a lot today it was starting to look good. The cramped kitchen quarters were somewhat empty as the employees began to finish cleaning their stations and clearing out.

Boss had given Jrue the keys to the place and to his office. He had done this a lot of times when he had to leave early. Today was one of those days. He left as soon as my shift started for a court date, an aggravated assault charge he caught a few weeks back.

Early last week Jrue, Ernesto, and Barry talked briefly about meeting up here to plan for something with substance, a heist. We would get paid not only with the money they would steal but they would get paid by Kojo when he heard about the lick. I had gotten details from a girl I met at H's party. Turns out she used to work for and fuck with the same guy we were supposed to rob.

She told me enough info to know just how to rob the fuck. But I couldn't do anything without these guys's fire power. So here Jrue was fixing a meeting up in his boss's office which was surprisingly spacey. There was a table that had room for four or five chairs to circle around it. Jrue had bought some paper and some pencil to jot down some notes. Jrue knew he'd have to burn the notes before he left, but hey it was good to write down your ideas.

Jrue had also rolled about five fat marleys for the group to smoke and be creative while being able to focus with the nicotine and what not. Jrue had popped a few aderralls throughout the day and he was focused as shit. It was like [here] was my ideas and {here} was where I implemented them. Jrue had four 40mg pills for anybody that wanted to pop while they were here. He knew Barry though he wouldn't like the idea of popping pills but hey it was worth a try.

As soon as Lionel left the devious employee sparked up one of the marleys, mostly because of the aderrall had Jrue craving nicotine. As soon as it was lit Jrue shot a text to Ernesto, Barry, and Chip a text, to see if they were on their way.

While Jrue was waiting he smoked the marley and began to dig into the Musty Burger he made. The Asian answered all the text he missed while he was on the clock. Jrue, figuring that the meeting didn't start until later Jrue plugged in his earphones and played his Lil B and Modest Mouse playlist.

-Ernesto-

The New Austin Onda member lined up for another shot. He was out hanging with Flaco. He knocked the white ball into a green and sent it down. "You maybe el mero mero on the calle, bro but when it comes to pool, I'm the man," Ernesto bragged. Flaco, who was really named Victor Padilla, said, "Dream on, fucker. It aint over yet," As he took a sip of beer.

They were in a bar called Agua Agujero playing pool, reminiscing on good, old times. The bar was in a majority brown Chicano area called Grande Alturas. Flaco went for a shot. "Guacha, Ernesto. You'll see what happens when you go against Flaco, ese."

He shot a red striped ball in. After that he took another shot and landed another. Finally he missed. It was Ernesto's turn again. "Watch and learn, hermano," He shot and knocked a blue one in. He aimed carefully at the next one as it was right next to the 8 ball and he still had five left he needed to knock in. He fired but sadly, the ball he was aiming at, plus the white ball and the 8 ball went in. "Chingada! You got lucky, F."

Flaco chuckled. "Whatever you say hot shot. Hey let's head back to the barrio, dog. I'm starved."

As they walked out they noticed some of the customers at the bar stool mostly of Puerto Rican, Mexican and Central American descent were watching the news. "It seems once again the notorious Kansas church known as Jesus Hates Homos is once again under investigation as to whether or not they are a hate group. Recently, the founder of the church, Barney Elks was seen instigating violence in this controversial video."

They showed a Caucasian man at an anti gay rally. "Gays are witty, gays are clean, they are polite they are great dancers, snappy dressers and raise property value! But rest assured, fellow children of God there is nothing Jesus hates more than queers! Not murderers, not rapists, not Jews..."

One of the men in the audience corrected him by saying, "Uh, Jesus was a Jew," The church leader angrily yelled, "Stone him!" A bunch of his supporters began to pelt the man with . He tried to run away but the supporters chased and surrounded him bombarding him with rocks both pebble sized and baseball sizes.

Ernesto chuckled as they left the bar. "Fucking bobosos. When is that asshole going to die?" Flaco shrugged as they got into the 67' Manana Ernesto had stolen from downtown. "I bet anything that old bastard will croak within a year. I just got this feeling he will."

They began to drive back to Gulfton Heights. "So, I just got off the phone with that Jrue, kid earlier. He's got this idea for a heist he wanted me in on. I'm gonna be the only Azteca doing it but anything I do I do for the hood and you know that, guey. I'll send it up the ladder just like the old days,"

Flaco asked in a concerned voice, "How do you know you can trust that kid? I got nothing against chinos but I'd much prefer a Triad to another confused idiot with his pants around his ass trying to be something he's not."

Ernesto asked as they drove, "Why are you being so judgmental? I mean I admit I didn't trust him at first either but he's done all right by me and Miguel. He's just new to this kind of vida. He's like the son I never had or wanted but all the same I'll help him out if he needs it."

Flaco asked, "That's another thing, E what about that black guy Barry? The one that came to the botched bud deal? For all you know him and the Jamaicans could have been in on that shit with the RBF just to fuck us over. Crazier things have happened, ese. I know that fool, Kojo. He doesn't like Mexicanos. Funny too because we don't like him either. Remember this was your hijo and Snapper's idea."

They put the radio to Radio Mundo. The song Maria Maria by Santana played. "Look, he's not that bad and as for Barry, I think he's Haitian and Jamaican or something like that he just grew up in Dukes. Him, I'm not so sure about. Jrue obviously is oblivious to how things are between black and brown out here, but I'm pretty sure we only applied that to the ones born here. Jamaicans haven't really been here long enough to have pissed us off that bad. Besides, if Barry had been in on it with the Families why would he have killed some of them? "

Flaco sighed. "I'm all for it. I mean if these Yardies didn't fuck us over and still won't, great. If they don't let their personal opinions affect business neither will I but remember they're not from Sunbelt. They're from Gulf City and Vice before that. They're more foreign then us and they don't get that we run this state and every south western to be every state the way our numbers increase. They need us a lot more than we need them."

Flaco lit up a blunt he had rolled before they'd gotten to the bar. "Besides, Nesto, we have to get our hood more secure. Aside from our pedo with other Raza gangs like the Spanish Lords, plus other Kin and Soul chavalas, we've got other outsiders living in our community. Gulfton Heights has 43,000 gente, bro. About 34,000 of us, 2000 white boys and 4000 blacks. We still outnumber them by a large margin but the fact that they even still live here shows serious lacking on our part and every Vagos cliqua in the hood."

Ernesto reminded him, "Wait a minute, bro. We can't go attacking civilians right now like it's on in L.S. I may have been gone a long time but I know some things never change. This is a state that is more quick to enforce the death penalty than any other. We're risking our freedom with anyone we gun down but at least with a Baller or Family idiota it's fair game. We start open season out here like out west, that gives the puercos more reason to use more task forces on us. Then more of us get profiled and booked. At least in San Andreas, whether you gun down a civilian or a banger there's at least a chance you can get life or 35 years or even a shot at parole after fifteen. Here? Nada."

Flaco took a puff. "Maybe we don't kill them but we can intimidate them. Burn their homes down. They're the same people that's always calling ICE on our raza anyway getting hard working citizens deported back to Nuevo Paradiso and Juarez so we may as well do a little deporting of our own. Besides, that Korean kid you've been associating with? Come on, I know your ways, hermano. I know you don't like seeing somebody who's not La Raza with a Central American woman."

Ernesto grinned a bit. "I like that kid a hell of a lot more than I like the idea of a gabacho dating Carmen or that faggot basketball player dating Marisol. Like you, I don't got anything against chinos either. As far as what kind of music he likes, you know how it is, perro. When we were growing up our Elders thought our music was crazy, too, right? If he has any ears for Oldies he's all right in my book. Some you win some you lose."

Flaco pointed out, "Okay, steelo differences aside and all that other shit what about the fact that he's pretty green with a cuete? His aim was all over the place back in the Rock Bottoms projects. Plus, even that LC guy, Barry has done time, I can tell he has but this kid? If the police get him, they could flip him. Turn him rat against us. We got other business to attend to aside from just this Yardie bullshit. We got a lot of unwanted tenants living here in Gulfton. This is our home."

Ernesto sighed. "Maybe, homie but right now can we think about the color green? There's a seriously stupid man with a pathetic operation and he's turning profit. Me, the kid and the Libertonian can all walk away with some serious dinero. The fact that nobody has thought to jack this guy before is amazing to me. The kid, Jrue got an inside kind of thing with some lady."

Flaco blew smoke. "So who is this capulla you're robbing? What are you taking, money, coka? What?" Ernesto wasn't sure. "Yo no se. We'll know more when I see Jrue again. I think it's drugs. Either way if it can be profitable it's good for the PVL. Good for any other Azteca barrios around us."

They pulled up to Flaco's place. He put the leno out saying, "Saving the rest for later when I need to sleep..." There was a younger Honduran male of about twenty two or so waiting for Flaco. he slapped hands with the shot caller. He was about five foot ten and was wiry but athletic. "Que tal, big dog? It's been a minute."

He looked at Ernesto and asked, "¿Quién es este?" (Who is this?)

Flaco told him, "This is an old campanero of mine from when I was your age. He's a big homie to everybody here whether you know it or not. Ernesto Fortuna. One of the few men to be married to two different women in two different states. That's Neto. He's a younger carnal but he's a good soldado. Always putting those chavalos on our shit list under whenever he can."

The youngster was wearing a black T shirt and a dark blue and white checkered flannel jacket which some might have mistaken as a plaid shirt except it was a jacket. Either way it was pendletons. He also had a Los Santos Dukes baseball cap on turned to the back. "Orale...I don't know you but that's pretty firme if you got in on with two mamacitas at once!"

Flaco practically face palmed himself as the younger gang member had missed the meaning of the code of what he was saying. He thought he meant literally married to two women.

He was saying that Ernesto was one of the few La Onda members to be a member of the New Austin Onda as well as the San Andreas Onda. He had done a lot of years in prison and put in a lot of work for that to happen. Though he was there to raise his kids for a significant majority of the time, he had missed out on Miguel and Angela and Carmen growing up. Lupe had been close to Luis's age when Ernesto had been busted.

For that reason, even the time Ernesto had done before his eight year stint in the pinta, he was your text book case of the revolving doors of the justice system. It was a fucking miracle he had ever been granted parole. There was another guy next to the youngster. This guy had his hair shaved to about half an inch long. He had a dark blue pano wrapped cholo style around his head. He wore a white T shirt and black dickies.

He looked to be about twenty six years old, he stood at five foot eleven, maybe six feet. He had a scar on his right cheek and dark menacing eyes. He was of Comanche Indian descent and he had tattoos all over his arms. Though he was from a tribe that was in the US and not Mexico, he was also fluent in Spanish. When in New Austin one tended to pick it up eventually sometimes a lot sometimes a little.

On his left arm he had an FK and BK tattoo. On his right arm, he had a VK. They all stood for Family Killer, Baller Killer and Vago Killer, in that order.

On his other arm was the letters VLA on his bicep and PVL on his forearm. He also had a tattoo on the inside of his left arm that said Dieciocho por vida

Ernesto's own relationship and view of Vagos was pretty mixed. On one hand they got much South Side love from him with some of those he met in L.S. but at the same time there was always petty varrio beefs and often times, the Vagos and Aztecas still fought like back in the 90's.

Even here in Sunbelt where the L.S. originated gangs like the Aztecas and Vagos tried to stick together against the brown gangs from Carcer City like the Spanish Lords and the Caribbean Apostles, who were Soul and Kin gangs, sometimes certain Vago cliquas still regarded Aztcas as bitches for wanting to be autonomous where as the Vagos were more rule oriented and followed the reglas of La Onda more strictly.

Even though Ernesto himself also followed them just like most true VLA veteranos did, when it wasn't about that, many younger generation of Vagos and Aztecas fought without even realizing what the war was ever over. To say the least there was some Vagos cliques he was cool with and others that he had tensions with.

Flaco pointed to the tattooed guy and said, "That's Psycho right there. Psycho, this is Ernesto Fortuna," Psycho glared. "So you're the guy who ran off to L.S.? What, New Austin wasn't good enough for you, cabron?"

Ernesto growled, "The fuck did you say, you little shit? I was running these streets before you were an inch in your daddy's pants. You'd better respect your Elders,"

The man started to come at him but Flaco held the two back from each other. "Tranqilo pendejos! Callete! We're from the same fucking varrio, hombres! Calm down! Psycho, Ernesto has earned more stripas than you would know what to do with and he's Onda. Ernesto, you know you get mas respecto from all the shot callers that represent Aztecas 18 but a lot of the younger generation don't know you or remember you. You were in the pen a long time and were out of state even longer, remember? I haven't seen you since the 90's."

Neto chimed in, "Basically, you have to earn our respect all over if you want the same status as an original gangster. You probably have more guys my age from Los Santos that know you than out here," Flaco said, "Mira, I appreciate the support carnalito but let me say that next time, endtiendes? Ernesto, Neto is telling the truth. It has been a long time. We got a lot to make up for. That's just how it is."

Just then Neto pointed out, "Trucha! There's some fuckers doing a hit up over there! They don't look like they're from out here, ese!" Flaco handed Ernesto a Glock 19 and said, "Time to prove it. Let's check these fools. I know you like your papi's wheel gun but it's the 21st century. We aint robbing stage coaches, compa."

He gave him two magazines.

Ernesto saw that the two people tagging were a striking up a numero trece but he couldn't see what the tag was before that. One of them was about five foot seven wearing a grayish blue hoodie and stonewashed black jeans. The other wore a white T shirt, long khaki shorts, and had a turquoise colored pano hanging out of his back pocket. Ernesto whistled, "¿De dónde eres?"

Neto went to his own car, a black Tornado and got a 12 gauge shotgun out and yelled, "Esta es una Aztecas, barrio, puto!" (This is an Aztecas, neighborhood, bitch!)

The one in the hooded sweater said, "Es un país libre." (It's a free country.)

As he spoke, Ernesto knew this guy was from Mexico, his accent indicating he was from the Chippas region. Just then he saw the tattoo on the young man with the shorts's leg. "He's La Mara! Get those fuckers!" He fired at them but they saw it coming. The youngster in the sweater fired a pistol at him sending Ernesto to take cover behind a parked Landstalker.

The other gang member fired too and Neto fired after them as did Flaco and Psycho but they got around the building before they fired. They headed down an alley past some run down apartments, firing over their shoulders. Ernesto took cover around a corner wall until they stopped firing and then gave chase again. Flaco yelled, "E, you get those cowards! We're gonna get my car and cut them off just in case but if you can get them first go ahead!"

Ernesto chased the two down the alley. The two got into a dark gray Buffalo and whoever was driving floored it. Ernesto was in the middle of the street. A car almost hit him. He saw the driver, a doe eyed white lady with short blonde hair in a red admiral gawked at him. He retrieved both the Magnum he always kept on him, and the Glock he had been given. "Out of the car lady! You can leave it alive or dead!" He barked as he aimed both at her.

She trembled and in a panic got out of the car and ran down the street screaming. As he got in and put it in Drive, he thought to himself, Damn it. I need to get better artillery. If I'm back in the town, I'm gonna need it. There's just no way to survive with anything less.

He gave chase after the Buffalo and fired the Glock at their car sending seven rounds through back windshield and one slug hit one of the Mara Bunta thugs in the back all though the slug was significantly slowed down it wounded one of the rivals in the front.

seat even if it was only just a flesh wound. They returned fire once they realized it was him. He fired another two shots but decided to conserve it and he swerved across the road to try and avoid the bullets.

He had a good idea where the Mara Bunta thugs were headed to. They were headed to the second ward. It was also known as El Segundo to those from south of the border. It was a working class poor community and most of those there were hard working law abiding citizens.

Still, a small minority of them was gang affiliated. There was some comaradas in El Segundo that were repping other Azteca varrios but most of the gangs were consisting of hostile Vagos cliques and Mara Bunta plus some members of the Spanish Lords, mot of whom were outsiders either from Carcer City and Liberty City as well as their rival Puerto Rican gangs that were under Kin Nation umbrella.

The Aztecas in the Second Ward were still larger overall in the Este Ends community in Eastern Sunbelt than all the Carcer City gangs in the varrio but with their rivals among the Vagos and Mara Bunta, plus them, they were outnumbered even if the mid west originated gangs were had less numbers in the community than the west coast gangs.

He turned the radio to a channel without bothering to see what it was. The song One Day by Matiyashu played. He found it funny he was chasing some enemigas down in a Reggae song from a Jewish musician that was making a song about world peace when he was about to go and do the exact opposite of that. "Lo que será, será..." Ernesto muttered.

They finally stopped at a dope house. That turf had actually once belonged to the Vagos and all though they were all South Siders, the Mara Bunta were always trying to show they were the most violent and the most brutal gang even though most authorities agreed they were the most deadly gang in America if not the world. Still, by doing what they were this was violating some of the reglas of Onda. Like starting shit with him.

It was a funny way that the hood worked. It made more sense for none of the three L.S. based gangs to fight and all though one could argue that it's hard to have peace with a gang that shot your homies, the fact was, with everybody repping the thirteen, it had to be different for one simple reason. Any cholo that got his ass sent upstate could become a member of La Onda if they proved themselves as Ernesto had.

So while La Onda got gangs that were enemies on the street to get along in prison to band together against rivals, much like the black gangs, it wasn't simple enough to just say it was different on teh street than the pen. The fact was, if anybody could be a member of Onda be they Vagos, the main guys and oldest west coast gang, or VLA or MBG could be made, they had an obligation to at least try and have peace on the outside.

No matter how much bad blood there was between rival varrios, if one cholo gunned down another from a rival hood and that person they shot happened to be a member of La Onda, that person had to die, sometimes even by the hands of his own gang if La Onda dictated it.

It was a fucked up street dynamic and all though most recorded and documented Onda members were kept in SHU cells on 23 hour lock down, there was still some that were on the outside most likely, the ones that kept under the radar of the prison authorities. That was the only way they'd ever get paroled. Any known Onda member would never be paroled but those who had slipped under the radar as he had, was also a go between between the South Side foot soldiers on the streets and the el mero meros in the pintas.

He decided to keep things simple. He was a member of both San Andreas Onda and New Austin and hethey had disrespected his turf. There would be no need for their shot callers to kill them on orders from the jefes. He'd do it himself. He got out and the three men were retreating back to the house firing at him. He used the car door of the drivers seat to take cover. He returned fired with the Glock and hit one of the Mara Bunta taggers from Chippas.

The kid took three bullets in the stomach, one hitting him in his gull bladder. He collapsed on the porch wounded but not dead. There was more Mara Bunta thugs there and they peppered the car with rounds shooting out the driver window. He opened the back seat door on the left side and got behind that so he now had two doors in front of him. He dove to the back of the car by the hood for cover.

One MBG member, wearing a white sweater and a light blue bandanna over his crew cut haircut, standing about five foot ten with baggy blue jeans yelled, "You fucked up, estupido pollino! This is Mara Bunta hood! Ass Suckers don't belong here!"

Ernesto fired the last several shots from the glock 19 and hit the guy in the chest. The man fell and laid there on the ground, wounded but still fired all though the bullets hit the top of the car. He reloaded. Ernesto fired a shot coming out to aim and hit the guy between the eyes. One enemy gang member, a man wearing no shirt and who had his whole upper body covered in tattoos as well as most of his face, this one, from El Salvador, fired a shotgun. He blew out the back left tire. Ernesto fired blindly around the side moving to the right and he hit the guy in the left knee cap with one of four stray rounds.

The man crumpled to one leg. He fired two more coming out and hit the man in the right shoulder. He fired a shot and hit the man in the neck. The man choked on his own blood falling to the ground. "That fucker shot Raul!"

A female member of MB 13, a pretty chola with dark hair that looked like she'd just gotten out of the shower wearing a blue blouse and tight black sweat pants. shouted, "Llegó justo a partir de San Salvador. Consigue que el culero y hacerle pagar!"

(He was just in from San Salvador. Get that asshole and make him pay!)

Ernesto came up firing and hit her with two rounds in the left breast. She cried out, "You fucker! You shot me in the tit. DIE!" She fired and hit him with one round in the left arm. He cried out in agony but fired hitting her in the right breast this time. She fell back laying on her back and she moaned in pain. "Sorry, mami. I'm a ladies man and it's just not fair to pay attention to just one of your chi chis and not the other."

He fired a final bullet in her stomach and it went into her spine. She died with a whimper and blood splurted from her mouth. He snatched up the shotgun that Raul had dropped too. It was a Remington 1100. He pumped and fired as it had five shots left. He hit the other tagger from Chippas. This man, he hit in the stomach and chest. The man's guts decorated the window and the exterior wall of the house. One member of the MBG was firing at him from across the street from the local housing projects, unloading at Ernesto with an AK-74.

He caught one of the junkies who he assumed were customers and grabbed him, using him as a human shield. The AK rounds hit the man in the stomach and chest. This got blood all over the 44 year old hit man but at least he was safe from the rounds. All though one grazed him in the side of his leg leg. Ernesto fired his Glock at the man like a wild west outlaw. He hit the guy in the right thigh and right hip bone. The man limped but pushed on to carry out the assault. "Fuck you Gacho Jotos!" He said, using yet another insult aimed specifically at his clique as opposed to one of the others calling them an Ass Sucker which was a domination term of disrespect toward Aztecas.

Ernesto saw one more Azteca, the guy who had been driving the Buffalo in the house. This man, wore a black checkered shirt and he had a white bandanna around his neck and a light blue one in the pocket of his jeans. He had a goatee and a bit of a mustache. Plus two tattoo tear drops under his right eye.

The man had a machete out which he swung at him. Ernesto barely ducked under it and the guy swung again and cut about an inch from his pony tail. "Mara Bunta Rifamos!" He yelled. He swung again and Ernesto dodged but fell on his back but the machete blade hit the plywood of the wall.

Ernesto had dropped his Glock 19 out of reach in the scuffle and there was his shotgun but this would have to be pumped and he could see the gang member was trying to get the machete out of the wall and he would likely not be able to pump it in time.

Ernesto did still have his jefito's cuete though. He rolled a few feet to the left to give himself some space and got the .44 out. He got to one knee just as the MBG thug got the machete out of the wall and came charging. He fired and hit the goon in the stomach. The man dropped the blade holding his leaking wound, bleeding out excessively as the powerful slug had torn into several arteries. The recoil from the gun knocked into Ernest's other shoulder and it hurt like a bitch he had forgot to hold on as tightly as he could to the hand cannon. "Fuck!" He growled in pain and rage.

The seasoned rival slumped against the wall, taking two slugs in the back as the Mara Bunta creep outside was spraying the house with automatic rounds not seeming to care who he hit so long as he also got Ernesto. The driver coughed up blood, clearly hemorrhaging and on the verge of certain death but he still needed to make a point. He pressed the barrel to lips of the man. "Open your fucking mouth!" The guy squirmed even as he was fatally wounded trying to resist.

Ernesto hit him with the gun knocking out the top row of his front teeth out. He forced the pistol into his mouth and uttered, "Puro Vatos Locos a la muerte!"

He pulled the trigger and the blast blew the man's brains out of the back of his skull. The man collapsed, his bloodied teeth and the bloody chunks of what had been his tongue exited his smoking mouth while his brains and skull matter decorated the wall along with the blood he already lost from the .44 and AK-74.

The man collapsed, the bullet leaving a slick and oozing hole in the middle of his normally neatly combed hair in the back. Ernesto spotted a bleeding woman of Cuban descent with chocolate colored hair and tan skin who had a few rounds in her right armpit as well as a bullet on the right side of her chest. She was attractive she wore a sleeveless white tank top and apple bottom jeans but he noticed the tread marks in her right arm. Fucking junkies...

She pleaded with him, "Aliviane! Please...! You have to get me out of here...I don't care what your business is...I don't bang I just came here to get high..."

He realized she had also been wounded by stray rounds from the banger who was still riddling the house with AK bullets. The window to his left shattered and he tackled her to the ground as the rounds flew. He then helped her back up as the shooting stopped, clearly the MBG thug was reloading but coming up to the house. "Pardon me for a second, hermosa," Ernesto said and pumped the shotgun seeing the guy was indeed putting in a banana clip. He fired and hit the guy in the waist. The man went down collapsing falling back down the stairs. Ernesto put the shotgun to his face pumping again.

He snarled, "You younger generation of gangsters make me sick. Even worse than junkies. No regard for who you hit even if it's not the right person? You're a punk," The guy coughed blood, the trails of it dripping down both sides of the corners of his mouth. "Fuck you...penedjo...I don't give a fuck for anybody...if they're not claiming the same as me..."

Ernesto told him, "Even a junkie is better than you. You have no honor," He fired and blew the little pricks head into nothing, the entire shape of his head coming apart like a broken piece of fruit or even broken glass if the shards of glass were skull and gray matter.

All that was left of his head was bits of destroyed tissue, pieces of his nose, seemingly thousands of bits of broken teeth, and a big red ugly mass of obliterated flesh and tissue as well as muscles. It reminded him of when he had to dissect a frog back in the 4th grade. The difference being he had felt more remorse for the frog.

He helped the drug addict to her feet scooping up the AK. "Just take my car...I'm tired of this shit...I just want to get clean...but I can't..."

He helped her into the passenger seat of her own gray Buccaneer as he took her keys. He floored it out of there. He wasn't sure what to do. On one hand he wanted to put as much distance between himself and the rival hood as possible but speeding would draw the pigs attention. On the other hand he did need to get her to the ER as soon as he could but reckless driving might just make things worse. He picked a moderation.

He began to take her to the closest hospital he knew of in East Sunbelt. It was about ten minutes away but he needed to make it there in much less time than that. With one hand, he reluctantly tore part of the leg of his pants while keeping the car in cruise control. "We need to keep pressure on the wounds. Why do you do that shit,? You're too pretty to be shooting scag. Don't you got a familia that worries for you?"

He shook his head as he drove. Fucking tecatos... He thought to himself.

She shook her head. "Mi familia is all back in Havana. I tried to make it here in the big city but life out here is so frustrating...I never thought I'd get shot...! Oh god...I don't feel so good..."

Ernesto ran two red lights to try and get there faster. "Those guys, Mara Bunta? They're dangerous fucks. I'm not supposed to be messing with them but they messed with my side so I didn't have a choice. You, you got a choice. You look like you could be from the rich side of town. What are you doing in the jungle?"

She groaned. "I think I'm going to pass out," Ernesto told her, "Just stay with me, ma'am. Llevanate! Keep talking to me try not to think about it and don't try to stress yourself out that's going to make it worse. We'll be there in no time. Listen, when you pull through try to lay off the shit or if you don't at least buy from Vagos or Aztecas. We;re at least not stupid enough to shoot our own clients just to kill one guy."

She tried to keep pressure on the wounds that he wasn't able to. He still needed one hand to steer. " Calm down...? How can you tell me that...? That's...a good...fucking reason to stress out, pendejo! I've been shot! I don't want to die like this...I want to die old and warm...in my bed...right now I feel cold..."

Ernesto rolled his eyes. "Okay well you know what I meant. Don't stress out too much. Try to keep your stress to a moderate level, entiendes? If you let your blood pressure get higher that's just gonna make shit worse. I mean I'm not a doctor or anything that's more my daughter's thing but I'm pretty sure you gotta keep calm. We're almost there, okay?"

He finally pulled up to the hospital. He helped her out and put one of her arms around him and began to help her walk. "Bad time to ask I know but do you have health insurance? There's a reason most of our people don't like hospitals, esa. When we don't have insurance they give us the shitty treatment."

She nodded. "Yes...I have it...oh god! I'm gonna..." She collapsed. Ernesto carried her in her arms and got her into the hospital. whistled loudly. "Somebody help me! She's bleeding out! Vamos!" Several nurses rushed up and helped get her onto a stretcher.

As they put an oxygen mask over her she looked up at him weakly and said, "Thank you...I owe you my life... guardian angel..."

Ernesto laughed a bit, "Más como diablo de la guarda!" (More like guardian devil!)

One female nurse said, "We're taking her to the OR she should be fine we've got her stable for now. What exactly happened?" He couldn't very well tell the truth so he decided to tell a half truth. "She got shot at. We both did and she took the worst of it. Caught in the cross fire of a gang war. I should let you know, ma'am you're going to find drugs in her blood but she's still a human being. I couldn't just leave her there."

The nurse looked at his own wound on his arm. "It looks like you took a bullet too. You're pretty brave. We need to get your wound looked at too," He sighed and then said, "Orale but let me just go park my car in a better spot and I'll be right back. Just see to it she gets the care she needs all right?"

Later that day, he was out driving back to the hood. The radio was on a commercial now. There was a Weazel News update on the brutality of the cartels over across the border in Nuevo Paridiso. Just then they said, "You may remember him from the four Deadly Gun movies shot in the late 80's and early 90's and in more recent years, The Masochism Of Christ which he did not star in but was behind the production of from the start. Del Dixon is among those considered to be a washed up celebrity from the olden days of Classic Vinewood. You may remember him from these controversial videos in which he was caught using obscenities."

They played an audio of his video when he was arrested for a DUI and he said to a Jewish American officer, "Fucking Jews they're responsible for all the wars in the world. Are you a Jew?" He was later heard from the recording inside the police car, "What do ya mean, the Holocaust?! That never happened! That was all a lie conspired by the Zionist Jews!"

He was caught later on a voice male message yelling abusive racial slurs at his girlfriend, Natasha Chevnoski, "You look like a fucking pig in heat and if you get raped by a pack of niggers it will be your fault!" The woman went on to say, "Mr. Dixon was also caught yelling to ms Chevnoski regarding one of his maids, "I will report her to the fucking INS that take fucking money from the wetbacks!"

The woman went on to say, "After years in alcoholics anonymous and film hiatus it appears he's back and is now our Weazel news correspondent here to explain the financial crisis to you in laymen terms,"

They played a person named Frank Lessick, a man from Denver Colorado's, question. "Mr. Dixon what is the cause of the financial crisis?" Sure enough, the man's obnoxious Aussie accent sounding slightly inebriated replied, "The responsibility lies with the Jews. They own the Federal Reserve Bank. It's not "federal" at all. It's privately owned by Jews! Already the Federal Reserve has 4 Jews ruling its 5-member Board of Governors."

The second question came from a woman from Cleveland Ohio named Katherine Scully. "What would the proposed bail out plan mean to the American tax payer?" The intoxicated sounding Del Dixon said, "President Owasu would have borrowed money in the billions from the Jewish money lenders of the Federal Reserve Bank. They look so very professional & so legit don't they? But don't fall for it, for they are bandits. How did President Owasu plan to pay for these loans at Jewish high interest, hmm? BY TAXING AMERICAN GENTILES UP THE GAZOO!"

The reporter said, "Wow! Very informative stuff! Back to you in the studio. This has been Weazel News. Confirming your prejudices!"

Ernesto's cell phone rang. "Yeah?" It was from a number he didn't recognize. "What's good. It's Barry. Jrue gave me your number. So he says to meet us over at his place, Musty Burgers when his next shift starts. You know where that is?"

The veterano chuckled a bit. "Not exactly the best food there. I'm more of a Horny's man myself but okay. I'm going to save your number, okay? I mean if we are going to have more business dealings that is,"

Barry said, "Fine by me, dog. You see to have the local edge that me and the homeboy don't got. I can handle myself but I still don't know this town so well and neither does he."

Ernesto stopped at a green light and checked for cops, both to make sure they weren't after him over the shooting and also to make sure none spotted him talking and driving on his cell. "It's a big step, que no? The kid's growing cojones, finally. When I first met you guys, I know you did this kind of thing before but he was more shook than somebody with Parkinson's. At that deal I could tell he didn't know what the fuk he was doing his hyna did more than he did. But at least he's learning the ropes."

Barry agreed with him. "Ya, for real. I've bee showing him what I know best. I mean I aint up on everything about the streets of Sunbelt but I can teach him all the survival skills I know from Dukes. Might be a different town but it's not for nothing. When I first came out here I thought niggas out here was just weak but I'm learning different now. Seems like every other day somebody's trying to take a shot at me."

Ernesto put his foot on the gas as the light turned green. "Welcome to the club, ese. It's gonna get worse before it gets better,"

Barry dryly replied, "I been part of that club for a long time. My pops put me in the game. I wanted to learn other skills but this is a hard line of work to get out of especially because it's the only kind dudes like us can get these days. The fuck am I supposed to put on my resume? That I used to be a stick up kid doing home invasions in Colony Island and hitting licks up in Meadows Park? Shit would never fly."

Ernesto cleared his throat. "No esponges, vato. I gotta go for now so try to keep from getting shot at least until we do this lick, comprende?"

Barry voiced his agreement. "Bet. Same to you. We're keeping this operation small as possible only a few of us know about it and not even one of us is supposed to so to lose even one man on the job would be a serious problem. So be careful. Peace."

Ernesto decided to go and drive out to see Carmen. He knew where he had to be to see Jrue he just needed to kill some time.

-Barry-

Barry was meeting up with some new niggas Kojo had set up with him. He'd also got off the phone with Uncle Bobby. All though Unk was no Rasta like many Yardies was, they still respected him.

He was driving to an apartment complex that was just outside the 5th ward. Though many gangs called the greater 5th ward area home, none had yet been able to call the projects in the heart of the community home. There was a local crew running shit there and until somebody grew the balls to take them out, for now it was a local homegrown crew running shit instead of national gangs like Ballas, Families, Kin and Soul.

He walked up to the apartment he was supposed to go to. Apartment 1A. He'd met the guy earlier at Kojo's crib and the nigga had said to come by his place if he needed some work. Kojo had even vouched for him on that.

A large black man answered the door. That was him. A nigga called Banks. He was kind of light skinned or at least more so than Barry. He had a shaved head and the starting of facial hair growing into a beard. Like Rick Rozay only not a fat fuck.

He wore a large black T shirt about three sizes too big even for his massive frame and wore black and purple track pants. "Hey, what's up, baby? Was wondering if you'd roll through."

Barry nodded. "Yeah, well, much as I been trying to grind out here I'm still coming up short on bank rolls. I'd rather be in Jamaica surrounded by naked bitches but since that 's a negative I might as well earn my keep out here till it's real."

He let him in and the air smelled like that good good shit. He spotted a sea of faces in the living room. There was a couple bad bitches looking real fine but also tough at the same time. These were gangster broads. Barry knew the type. Dukes was full of females like that.

"Hey ya'll this is Barry St. Clair. Without going into too much detail, why don't we just say he's the Jamaican ambassador here in New Austin," He said with a wink.

He beckoned to a lean scrawny African American man. "That's my nigga, Hate. That little knuckle headed motherfucker right there, that's Lil Yella. He's young but he's learning the game."

The young kid who couldn't have been too much taller than five foot two or too much older than 14 years old. He was African American but much lighter skinned than anyone else in the room, hence the nickname.

He wore a blue sweater and a pair of stone washed baggy jeans that hung below his waist. "Man, I know what's up, Banks why you putting me on blast? You know I'm down, bro!"

Banks looked down at him saying, "Yeah, well look, just don't be trying to grow up too fast, aight? It aint as fun as it looks. Besides, I'm supposed to be looking out for you. You aint ready for this life, cuz."

Barry looked at the room seeing that there was a bunch of people wearing violet clothes. "Ya'll are Ballas, aint you? Man, I should have known,"

Banks took a fat ass blunt from Hate. He took a toke and said, "Man, B don't hate. I know niggas out there want to see us dead but look at it like this. We managed to make nice with the Jamaicans but what did the Cock Bottom bitches do? They tried ganking them and what they get? Their boys in the ground."

Hate took a shot of Cognac and with an "Ahhh..." Sound of satisfaction said, "Yeah, say what you will but you know we're some motherfucking pimps and we get them chips. Them Pansy niggas they wear that green shit be too obvious about it. Everybody knows that's what they say they for but they care more about blasting niggas for nothing than getting paid."

Barry, at his own risk sarcastically replied, "I agree, purple is such a manly color, dawg. Real g shit. The stick up kids back home best be on the look out..."

His remark earned him grunts of hostility and a female Baller said, "That's why you're talking shit, fool you aint even knowing. This is a pimp color. See we're more about our paper than they are but we hide in plain sight. Purp, baby. That's what's really hood."

Barry chuckled. "Since when can a lady be a pimp? All the pimps in my town is niggas," Banks crossed his arms with a defiant sneer. "We aint in your town. This is the south."

Hate corrected his homie, "South by south west but this damn sure aint LC. That whole town smells like piss,"

The woman,, who Barry overheard was named Rage, spoke up saying, "And we do got females on that pimp shit, mark. Ever heard of a Madam?" Banks let out a jolly laugh and said, "Guess that makes me a male madam then."

Barry could see he was sipping on that syrup like a lot of boys from the dirty do. "Anyways, look, since you aint from here I'ma let that slide for once. Kojo gave me the whole run down on your black ass anyway. You a con. An escaped con from Alderney State. It's no wonder you need paper you must be really hurting being on the lamb. That plus you probably been on lock down so long you probably aint even knowing LC is changed too. We're on your coast too now. Money Over Bitches? They're Family and we blaze all them niggas from Alderney to Broker."

Hate who was clearly drunk and faded, pulled out a loaded 9. "Yeah...don't matter where your hood is. LC, Davis, South Haroline, Sunbelt, my niggas don't give a fuck. Shit is supposed to never be personal always about the bizz but when niggas fuck with my paper it becomes real personal."

He then put the gun to his side and then said to Banks, "Hey, you think homie here can help us out with that thang? You know...little clucker problem we got over in 4th ward..."

Banks rolled his eyes and sneered, "Why you think I told him to drop in? Anybody popping Rock Bottom can't be all bad. Libertonian or not. I don't care. There's real and fake all over, H you know that. Barry, when I met you earlier this week Kojo said you always down for some work?"

Rage nodded, "Wet work is still work, homie," Banks held up a hand, "Ah. Not really,Kira." He said calling her by her real name, "Technically we aint killing nobody. Just giving their ass a fair warning. They've been paying rent to the wrong landlords."

Hate mean mugged Barry. "So you down or what, partner? You a real man or we gotta dust you for being a little pussy?"

Banks took the 40 from him saying, "Shut your ass up, fool you liable to hit everybody but who you're aiming at. That's why we're taking a drive that way you get a little time to sober up. Don't be threatening our guest either, nigga. This is my castle. I'm the king around here."

The way Banks said king it sounded more like kang. "Forgive my brother in arms, g he's a little smashed. A drive probably won't sober him up completely but at least enough to where he won't see double. Anyway is you in?"

Barry nodded. "Yeah, that's cool. Just tell me what I'm doing and it's done."

Hate stepped up to him, booze stink reeking from him. "We got these cluckers over in the wards...they're buying shit from Families whenever they come through. Rock Bottom, Grove they don't give a shit. That was my turf but Families started moving in on it and they shot a couple of my good friends. They're basically squatters. They're keeping out other cluckers that know us and want our shit out and they keeping our boys out too. We tried to move on them a few times but the pigs is deep around there."

Banks went into the bathroom and started pissing with the door open. "See if we do gotta bust our guns a few times, that's cool but cops will be all over us more if we leave any bodies but we'll only shoot if we have to on this one but even then, no casualties. Actually come to think of it, there's a couple of them Family bitches that are base heads but they're still repping green. Could be why they hating on us."

Barry listened carefully. "So we basically move in on them but don't kill nobody? Sounds risky but if it can be done, I'll do it. I just don't need any bullets in me. Fatal or flesh wounds."

Hate extended his hand and they slapped hands into a shake. "Cool. Let's roll on it then!"

Lil Yella said, "I'm going with ya'll!" Banks scolded, "No the fuck you're not. Man don't you gotta be in school in the morning? Just cause you down for the hood don't mean you can't try and learn something a lot of fools around here never did. That's what the new generation has a chance to do!"

Hate defended the teen. "Hey, if we're really trying to keep this non lethal on both sides of the board, we don't kill none of them and they don't kill any of us, why not have him along? We're just beating down on some junkies anyway. Nothing this guy aint done on the school yard. This is still the hood and I remember grade school."

Yella scowled, "Nigga I'm going into High School next year!" Banks was reluctant but said, "Okay Yella but you can't ever be more than five feet away from me. Serious shit, bro. Me and the homies give you a hard time but you know I love you."

Yella puffed his chest out. "Then give me a piece then! I aint scared of no crack head!" Banks shook his head and handed the young gangster a wooden baseball bat instead. "Nah you're too young for that, lil gangsta. If you're still leaning our way in two years or so, then maybe we'll see but I aint trying to get you caught up in something you can't handle."

Hate pushed the screen door open. "Will you two come on? Your boy just got here and he's already out the door so kill that noise and get in the van. New blood, you driving."

Barry got in and Rage, Hate and Lil Yella piled in back while Banks rode shotgun with Barry. "Hey so what's up on your story, bro? Kojo told me a little bit on you like how you be Most Wanted and shit. Said you busted out back in 08' but if you didn't go back home and you aint here where you been?"

Barry answered the Baller gang leader saying, "I was just going everywhere and anywhere, man. Wherever I could get to that wasn't hot. L.S., Vice City, I mean it's not like they aint post my face up on TV for rewards and shit and I had some close calls but they didn't get me."

He left the radio dial alone since it wasn't his but the song Trill by Bun B featuring Paul Wall played. Hate snickered a bit. "Yeah, well the pigs everywhere is scandalous, nigga. Specially out here. That chief of police is a punk woofing on my nigga Yella, that's who this lil Knucklehead is named after. He get out soon though."

Rage was curious and asked with enthusiasm, "So what was L.S. like? I always wanted to see Vice City too. I hear a girl can really let her hair down out there. Perfect vacation spot. Same with L.S. Always wanted to go to Vespucci Beach,"

Barry politely told the female gang member, "It's nice in some parts of both but don't get it twisted things is hard all over just as much as here or LC. Like your boy already said on me being a fugitive of justice, aint much I can really do so I worked with some heavy hitters down south and out west."

Lil Yella asked him, "Were you doing the same kind of shit there you doing with us, now?" Even though this kid was with a bad crowd, and trying to be badder than everybody else in the hood to prove himself, there was still an innocence to his dark sunken eyes.

Barry explained to the youth patiently, all though the minor's presence made him highly uncomfortable, "Yeah for the most part but it was with the big shots in town. Never too much hood shit I kept that on a minimal cause that's kind of my M.O. anyway."

He was headed to the 4th ward. Barry added as he remembered, "That aint to say I',m above it, just you know if I was doing shit like this with hood niggas it was never with no soldiers it was the OG's. Tell you the truth though I was never really into gang banging. I had homies back home sure but I was more of a loner."

Banks was now wondering about the out of town gun man too, "Why not, cuz? I mean I know you slinging and shit both here and back home but niggas trip over corners out here and I know they do where you from too. Used to be that dope dealers would hire gangsters to protect them while they grind but then g's start saying fuck the middle man we can bang and sling. Aint it better to have more friends than enemies?"

Barry chuckled at the stupidity of the statement, "You have more enemies than friends if you banging, dog, trust me. The nigga that killed my pops was M.O.B himself but I know other niggas wanted him gone. Spanish Lords, Korean Mob, McReary's, even North Holland Hustlers wanted a crack at him but I got him and nobody had more right to kill him than I did. That's what I did to even end up in the pen in the first place."

Banks was rolling up a spliff. "Nigga you know what I mean. I'm just saying you gonna have more enemies than friends either ways but you're a lot more of a loner if you just grinding than if you banging. I started off just hustling but shit got too real too fast so I knew I had to get down or lay down to survive."

Rage admitted, "You know, Barry does kind of have a point. Most niggas in S Town don't bang but a lot more do sling. What else are we gonna do? I grind twice as hard as any of these niggas though."

Barry looked back at the woman in the rear view mirror. She was dressed like a G straight out the 90's. She had on a purple checkered flannel jacket over a blue bra and she had some tan cargo pants that she had all the way up halfway past her stomach . Probably the only way she got away with it was the jacket she had over it.

She was one pretty yellow bone too but at the same time she was tough and if any niggas disrespected she'd bury them. His dick got hard thinking about the stuff he'd do to her if he had the chance. He only said, "Yeah I feel you on that. With the economy down the drain aint shit else to do."

Banks brought up something, "Yeah well round here there was supposed to be a lot more jobs popping with the oil business that's why you got a lot of people from other cities moving here and other places in New Austin. Why we aint seeing any of those jobs?"

Hate scoffed at his homie, "Banks you know the hood will never see none of that money, homie! The only way that'll happen is if we strike oil all up in the projects. Even still probably some rich ass cowboy poverty pimp prolly beat us to it."

Banks agreed, "True that, my nig," Barry now had a question. "So what exactly did these guys do to piss you off aside from sell on your turf and squat there without paying the rent?"

Hate took offense demanding, "Oh what? Them infringing on our business aint reason enough for you, big man? What the fuck are we paying this nigga for if he's gonna be acting like a little bitch?"

Banks rolled his eyes with a grin taking a hit from the spliff. After he exhaled he passed it back to Rage and calmly said, "Yeah that's my homie living up to his name sake and shit. Well, let me put it to you like this, fam. A couple of our boys did go up in there. Supposed to be easy quick money but it didn't go down like that."

Lil Yella chimed in saying, "Yup. The heads in there pulled a strap on em. I don't know why they didn't have burners on them too. Guess they didn't think they'd need to. Me, if I ever get a biscuit I'm never leaving home without it. Like my wallet. An if Banks won't gimme one I can get it from somebody else."

Banks warned, "Nigga I'll break your little ass and anybody that tries to give you a piece before I decide you're ready!" The kid looked a bit shaken so Banks softened his tone and expression.

Look, shorty, you trying to grow up too fast I know you think I'm being tough on you like them teachers you tell me about but I aint have nobody to look out for you and since your pops didn't stick around, I gotta be there for you,okay?"

They were about to be there. They pulled up to some run down public housing. "This is the spot, Saint," Banks said, clearly deciding to call him that based on part of his last name.

Barry thought to himself, I sure as fuck aint no saint.

They got out and Lil Yella said, "Remember, Barry, we aint doing any 187's tonight but if anybody tries to fuck with you, put em down hard,"

They each were all given baseball bats. Barry asked, "Shouldn't we be taking our guns just in case? I mean you said they were armed and they'll probably still be,"

Banks assured the Libertonian, "Don't worry, homie I know you got that steel tucked up. I aint stupid. Just only use it if you have to, okay? We're spilling bloods but we aint taking lives if we can help it."

They spotted a few crack heads hanging out in front of the Confederate Acre Housing Projects. Barry ran up to one with messy hair and said, "What's up, bitch?" He hit him over the head with the bat. Banks followed him and went after two of them standing near the guy.

They tried to tag team him and fight him back swinging blows on him but even at close range, Banks threw a punch that was a combination of his forearm as well as part of the bat he was holding. The junkie, a light skinned African American man with a wide nose wearing a striped white and red T and stone washed blue jeans fell back, his nose bleeding.

Banks kicked him as he was down and took another swing at the other one. "GVB, motherfucker! This is what you niggas get for fucking with us!"

One guy who was a young dope slinger about sixteen or so, wearing a green sweater, withdrew a switch blade. Barry warned the kid, "Get the fuck outta here, money I don't wanna be hurting no kid but I will."

The kid had wide eyes and said, "I don't have to run. This is my hood," He lunged at Barry with the blade and Barry brought the bat around but wasn't about to get it in time but Lil Yella clobbered the kid in the back and he went down.

The guy tried to get up but Lil Yella hit him again with the bat and broke his arm in three places. The guy cried out sounding almost like a nine year old who'd fallen hard off his bike.

Lil Yella hit him in the stomach and then took the bat to his legs and the guy was still screaming and still alive but finally the pain was so much that it caught in his throat.

Rage was having a field day as she got into the building itself and was wrestling with a female junkie with nappy hair and who smelled like she aint bathed in a week. The two were fighting for control of the weapon.

Rage slammed her head first into the wall and took the bat back using it to jab her in the gut. The woman yelped and she hit her up side the head in the jaw. She went down, rolling on the floor, what remained of her teeth broken and bleeding on the floor.

Lil yella stood over his victim and grinned, "Banks, you see that, nigga? Straight G shit!" Banks chuckled as he took some money from some of the downed KO'd junkies and said, "Yeah lil homie you cold."

They got in and a couple of Family hoods tried reaching for their guns but Barry bludgeoned one, a darker skinned black man who was overweight and had dreads, across the face. The nigga hit the ground and arry walloped him a few more times.

Barry took his gun from him. Banks got the other Baller on the ground and face down and he smacked him on the upper part of his back on the left shoulder blade. Hate caught one too and hit the guy in the left rib cage from the back and then yelled, "Suck my dick, Grove bitch! You should not have crossed us!"

he then threw the guy down the stairs and the guy hit his head and also had a bone popping out of his right arm near the elbow. Rage had the female junkie by the hair and shouted as she slammed her face against the railing, "Never come back, bitch! I aint playing!" She shoved her and gave her a kick in the ass.

They made their way up to the second floor. "Hey, Liberty boy, we're looking out for two motherfuckers. A man and a woman they're the ones that pulled the gun on my boys, aight? Gotta give them the message. Those Tranny bitches is just a bonus."

They headed down a hall which stunk of crack smoke. Rage found one junkie and Hate declared, "There that bitch go right there! Work that nigga, girl! Fuck her up! Rush her, loc!" Rage treated the female junkie as a batting cage. The woman sobbed on the floor coughing up blood as the blows to her stomach and side had possibly caused internal bleeding.

Rage yelled, "Where's your man, ho? You better tell me or I'ma...," She finished the sentence with another whack, hitting her in the waist and then once again around the same area. She hit her a third time in the pubic region. The woman wet her own pants. "Bitch pissed herself! Grimy ass bitch..."

Rage gave her another kick in the side and she grabbed the woman by the weave. Just then, a man was coming out of a corridor with a Beretta. "Fucker gots a nine!" Yelled Lil Yella. Banks was in cover behind the wall and as the man went to point it at Rage and Barry, he hit the guy from behind causing him to drop the gun.

Hate picked up the gun as Rage, Banks and Barry all proceeded to go to town on the guy, hitting him with a bat. Barry and Banks kept on him while Hate checked the gat to see if it was even loaded. Barry grabbed the guy by the collar now beating him with his left fist and every time he drew back he had more blood on his hand.

Rage tossed the female junkie down the stairs just as they'd done earlier and she picked the wounded, crying woman up, she picked her up forcin g her to her feet. "Get on out of here! This is what happens when you fuck with Gutterville! Don't let me catch you round here again!"

Hate grinned wickedly as Barry and Banks forced the male crack head outside and he fired twice hitting the drug addict once in the ass, just above the back of his left leg, and once in the pit of his left leg. The man cried out, hollering as he was hit and he staggered outside collapsing on the grass.

Several other junkies that had been in the building came running out to see what was the matter and they scattered in fear as they saw what had happened to those the Ballers and Barry had already jacked up. Hate fired the gun in the air a few times and said, "If I catch any of ya'll 'round here again, I'll kill ya!"

The main drug fiend despite her own wounds, got by her man's side whimpering, "Oh my god...Orlando...! Hang on," Lil Yella readied his bat again and swung on the woman's back and laughed, clearly enjoying this a bit too much. "Get outta here you filthy bitch!"

They all got into the van ready to bail and Barry floored it. Even just a few shots was reason enough for the pigs to come through and the last thing he needed was that. Barry thought to himself, The things I do for a few hundred bucks. I'm like a indentured servant in this bitch.

As Barry and the Ballas sped out of there, an older black man possibly in his late sixties or early seventies who was a resident in the neighborhood spotted the two drug addicts, huddled on the floor licking their wounds and said, "See? I keep warning ya'll young folks about that. That crack is some bad shit!"

As Barry and the van load of gangsters sped away, the other gang members were congratulating him on a job well done. In a way he felt a bit bad for what he did but then shrugged it off thinking, Better them than me.

As he drowned out the chatter of the purple clad gangsters, he thought to himself that he needed to drop these fools off, try and get a nap in if he could and then go and see Jrue.

-Jrue-

Almost seconds after Ernesto walked in the door Barry came in looking kind of "out of it". Not that tired it's pretty late in the day type of "out of it" but more like a weird drugged "out of it". Jrue wasn't used to seeing Barry on the influence of anything and if he was it was usually with him. This wasn't one of those times, nor was it the time to worry about it. We all had our own ways of getting through the day, y'know?

"Now the only person we have to wait on is Chip." Jrue said as they all began to sit down at the coffee table.

"Who's this Chip chavale? He a Family?" Ernesto asked and Jrue automatically assumed there was gonna be a problem. He knew the cholo was an Azteca but he didn't know if it was gonna be a serious problem or not.

"He's a young guy in his Senior year of High school, but yah, he's a family" Jrue said as he hit the Marley that was burning slowly and evenly

"He bangs hard man but he'd good, has a good head up top and a smart trigger finger." Barry said as he picked up one of the Marleys and lit them on fire with a large orange Clit lighter.

"I guess man, just make sure he uses the first one here and the last one later. Alright?" Ernesto said as he cracked open a cold Pibwasser.

"Speaking of the devil." Jrue said as Jrue heard the back door open and a few seconds Chip walked in, wearing black jogging pants, some all black Charlse Taylors, and a black hoodie with some Green Graphics.

"Jrue my man. Wassup Barry?" Chip said as he walked in daping up everybody. Jrue decided to step in to make some introductions.

"Yo Chip this is Ernesto, I watched out for him a while back he's down." Jrue said introducing Ernesto, "Ernesto this is Chip, I met him a while ago with some joints, and let's just say it ended in a shootout."

"Cool man." Ernesto said, dapping the young thug up.

"Okay let's get to this money." Jrue said as everybody crowded around the table. Jrue already had a few copies of the area mapped out on a few sheets of copy paper.

"These Adderalls?" Chip asked picking up one of the Adderalls Jrue had on the table on a paper towel.

"Yah man want one I just popped one a few minutes ago, they're 40 mg." Jrue said and Chip popped it and drained it down with a bottle of 99 cent strawberry and kiwi juice; Ernesto and Barry turned it down.

"See this guy Scout is taking up a lot of business from my friend Kojo and he needs to get him out the business. I found one of his ex-girlfriends a few weeks back and she told me that every other Sunday the guy gets a truck of white sent down to a warehouse in the Wymor Industrial district. If we pull this off he'll be dry for two weeks and it'll fuck up his whole operation. My contact will pay us for each body, pay us for pulling the lick, and we'll get a lot of bank from the score itself."

"Okay so here's what I got. We can either do this the loud and quick way or the quiet and clean."

Jrue started using one the sheets to draw out the one that was quiet and clean, "So the quiet and clean way has three of us wait in a certain intersection close to the warehouse like these places here." Jrue said circling three spots on the map close to the spot that the drug deal was supposed to take place.

"One of us will blocks the road with an industrial truck, that we will have to come up with, and as soon as the truck comes to a stop at the intersection we eliminate the driver and passenger. We take care of the men in the truck and take the coke."

"Wouldn't the mark get suspicious if the pack didn't arrive on time?" Barry asked his street knowledge proving to be pretty accurate.

"Yeah I was about to get to that." Jrue said scribbling some numbers on the top of the graph after ashing his second marley, "We have to do this in a matter of 5 minutes. As soon as we take the truck we have around 15 minutes to get the second truck to the meeting place which we will have filled with dummy sacks. As soon as we arrive at the warehouse we make the transaction and once we have the money all meet back at in a location that we will disclose to everybody the day of, just in case something goes wrong in between now and then."

Jrue marked that copy of the map "Phony". Jrue looked up from the table and everybody was waiting to hear the other plan. Jrue sipped some of his Sprunk and pulled out another piece of copy paper that had the map on it.

"The Loud and quick way has Chip wait as an eye in the sky on the highest building in the area that is located down the street from the transaction spot. Ernesto, Barry, and some other gun we'll have to hire will wait until the parties have met and already made the transaction. After the eye in the sky says the transaction is about to be made he'll give the guns on the ground the word. Once they've gotten the word they'll run to Scout's warehouse and hold the place up. We'll take the white and the money and go. Of course this may not go as smoothly that's why we'll strap everybody on the ground with heavy weaponry and the Chip with a sniper. I'll be the driver I'll park close to the warehouse so we can be insured with a fast escape."

"So watcha' think?" Jrue asked the blank faces of the people who he would have to trust with his life.


StELM: Okay that's it, We are leaving the decision up to the reviewers for what plan to go with so send any of us a PM or insert in your review what plan you want to see happen and we'll make it work! When the choice has been made this editors note will be edited!

Clit lighters are a spoof on Bic Lighters. Charlse Tylers are my spoof on Chuck Taylors originating from my fic Birth of Atrius Jones.

NaTIVE GuNZ: Hope you enjoyed reading Ernesto Furtuna's part (Stelm said he is gonna edit it after we post this chapter & the heist mission in the next chapter I wanted to make Ernesto and his family a descendant of the Fortuna family in Red Dead Redemption I thought that'd be cool)

Let's break down the slang. A tecato is cholo slang for a heroin addict. aliviane means help me, Llevanate means chill out. The Este Ends is based on the East End community in Houston and El Segundo is the actual name of the Second Ward or another name for it anyway. Esponges is a word meaning lie so no esponges means no lie. A leño is marijuana cigarette literally means wood block.

Ass Taker is one of the insults for the Aztecas which can be heard in GTA San idea as to the warm and old in a bed was referencing? Come on...you know this one ;)

Far as I know Horny's seems to be the GTA parody of Wendy's just based on the name.
Grande Alturas is based on the real life Houston community known as Greater Heights which is what Grande Alturas is in Spanish. As far as the parodies the Jesus Hates Homos church is based on the real life Westboro Baptist Church from Topeka Kansas. You know, they were saying that with their founder dead to picket his funeral the way he did other peoples would be to stoop to his level i strongly disagree. That's giving him a taste of his own medicine.

To stoop to his level in my mind is to only do exactly what he did so unless you are also picketing peoples funerals and saying God struck them down for gay marriage, or saying 9/11 was God's will, you're not stooping to his level.

The most recent thing those idiots tried to do was say that native Alaskan tribes faith was evil and that God hates Alaskan culture. LMAO. Maybe the Christian God does but not the creator Indigenous people worship! Sadly, the vast majority of my race is Christian and so when that came on face book a lot of skins were saying they weren't real Christians which again I disagree. To me true Christians are hateful because hate preaching is in the bible. Honestly, they're only following what their book says to do or who to hate so it's the book as much as the people.

Anyway as far as the Del Dixon he is a parody of Mel Gibson and the segment with his "Explaining the financial crisis in laymen terms" is a satirical comedy bit from the satire comedy page celeb jihad . com.

I'm also sure you realize the Masochism Of Christ is a spoof of The Passion Of The Christ which I only recently saw and it was such a load of crap! It's everything the critics said it would be. Christian or not I don't see how anyone could enjoy that movie. Or take it seriously as far as historical accuracy...for any of it!

By the way I changed my mind on who Miguel would be visually inspired by (I can do that, Saints Row never kept the same voice actors for Shaundi) Instead of Michael Pena, the visual basis for Miguel will be Jacob Vargas but preferably young from his days in Mi Vida Loca or Road Dawgz.

That junkie is named Ava by the way and she's visually inspired by Eva LaRue. Oh and the shootout that ensued starting with the confrontation between Aztecas and Mara Bunta is actually from a movie about MS-13 called Sin Nombre where some MS members in Chippas Mexico come through an 18th street neighborhood and have to fight their way out.

In any case hope you enjoyed. Read and free to PM me if you have questions on my OC's.

Af SPiriTE:Aight, homies that's it from me. So due credit. Banks is visually inspired by Bun B a Texas rapper and all though he's not visually based on him, Hate would be voiced by Pimp C if I was to see this made into a actual game. Lil Yella is visually based on Khleo Thomas preferably in his days from Holes, and Rage is based on C Note the female gangster rapper from Bloods & Crips Banging On Wax she wass a female crip banging Rolling 20's outta Long Beach she even dressed like how i described in the music video Steady Dipping except for she was wearing blue not a purple jacket. As far as that scene with the beating up of the crack heads, that was inspired by an episode of the Sopranos where Tony had an issue with some crack heads in the projects but instead of dealing with it himself storming the projects he got a mutual friend from the hood that was a youth counselor to have some of the teenage gang youth he worked with go hit the junkies up. That's pretty much how it happened though almost all the way but I thought that was one of my favorite scenes cuz nobody got killed. Plus I liked what the older man said to them I was feeling that. Oh,my bad almost forgot Tranny is supposed 2 be a derogatory word for Families coined by Native Guns 13. An Gutterville Ballas is the name of the set i chose 4 who barry fux with Gutterville is based off a song from Wast Deep and I think we all know who that was by. Hope ya'll enjoyed the ride. Deuces.