Packie

Alderney State Correctional Facility

Irish Neutrality

He picked up the phone on his end as did Gerry on the other. "Hey...you okay Patrick?" Packie nodded his eyes bloodshot. "Hey...you';re not using again are you? Look we all enjoyed a line or two but you're as out of control with that shit as Derrick was, God rest his soul. I hate to say it but if he hadn't been killed by that Slavic prick he would have died with a needle in his arm. One or the other."

"I'm fucking fine. I just miss Ma and Kate and Derrick all right? I haven't been using. Binge drinking, sure but not using."

Gerald nodded with sympathetic eyes. "I understand I miss them too. But I'm in here. You're out there, Frankie's at the bacon factory. I don't want to lose the last brother I got all right? I only got one left."

Packie leaned his head against the glass. "So what did you call me out here for?" Gerald told him, "I think it's time you started dating again," Packie looked at him then realized he was talking business. "That Italian broad you were screwing, you gotta get over her. Really. And I met a nice German lady in here that came all the way out here. See she was studying the American prison system and wanted to interview convicts. Truth be told though we were old pen pals. She's very pretty and it'd be good for somebody like you."

Packie looked discreetly at the other inmates and family lof inmates and then at the guards then said, "Well I already got an Uptown girl I've been seeing. A little rough around the edges but she's got a lot in common with me. She had a guido boyfriend some years back that screwed her over too so she knows a lot about being given the boot by the boot."

"Ahh jungle fever, Pack? Shit. Just like when Derrick was still alive. I understand. But sometimes a heart is big enough for two. This lady stays in Middle Park. I've set up a date with you and her. Now when you're in Uptown you can get some loving from the Uptown girl. But when you're in Middle Park, you need to show this German girl a good time. It's the right thing to do. It's the act of a gentlemen."

Packie nodded, "I'll think about it."

"I don't need you to think about it. Just do it. You may find that all though the Uptown girl is somebody you have a lot in common with, you have a lot in common with this girl too."

"Hey you all right Gerry? You got a shiner on your eye."

"Ahh don't worry. Some dagos tried to get me in the chow hall. They knew they were in a fight and what's more I didn't get disciplined for it. It got their dumb asses sent to the hole. Wherever you go in life, Patrick, remember one thing. Never trust these people. I don't care if you make deals with whoever the fuck else in life. But never trust a guinea again."

He knew from this that he had dropped the code speech and was just speaking to him the way he had back on the outside. Frankly and honestly. He hated that prison had done what it had to him. Making him have to hide what he was saying. Packie sighed and bid farewell. He left the prison and hailed a cab. "Middle Park east."

Later

An hour and thirty five minutes later, he arrived. He found a bench in Middle Park and sat down. Before long a Caucasian male showed up. He had dark hair and dark eyes and he wore a blue parka and camouflage pants and combat boots. "You Packie?" Packie looked at him and said, "Well you don' look very much like a woman. At least not an attractive one. And you're not German."

The guy rolled his eyes. "Gerry said you'd be a smart ass. I'm Charlie Stanford Come on, we got business in Broker."

The guy was a member of the Aryan Vanguard. On the inside, the McReary family had been allies. After all, tough as they were, the Irish American gang was relatively small and had to be able to survive in prison among so many enemies.

"The fuck are we doing in Broker?" He asked as they walked. "Got some business with the Angels of Death. I've got a package for them. They're gonna want to sell it on the streets."

They got into a dark green Cognesetti and began to drive to Broker.

"What, they can't get their own shit?" The AV member stated, "Yeah they can but it's always better to get a better deal. They'e been getting their heroin and coke from the Colombians and the Mexicans. We can't accept that. Besides, they've been charging 30 K for a fucking kilo. They're getting ripped off. We sell ours for $25,000."

"30? Jesus I would think at least 34," Stated McReary. Stanford replied, "Yeah it was but we got quality shit and we could sell it for lower and it will sell faster. Just because it sells like crazy on the streets and customers will still be after our shit. What would you rather have if you're a kid in the suburbs selling lemonade? Would you rather sell lemonade for 5 dollars and get some customers o sell that same lemonade for a dollar? If the goal is to make more money with the 5 each purchase you'd be better off just keeping it at 1. You can make one five sale or five one sales but if you get five sales of one then you get another five and another five and another five. Where as keep it at five you maybe get two fives. You follow me?"

"Yeah. The dollars would stack up,"

They were soon on the bridge making their way to Broker. The song Inside The Fire by Disturbed played on Liberty Rock Radio. The Aryan Vanguard member handed him the toll money to pay at the bridge. Packie wondered what the hell he was doing with this guy as he did not share his views but he knew what Gerry would say it's just business. A means to an end. "So did you know Gerry got jumped inside?" He asked Stanford. The white male nodded.

"Yeah. If you McReary brothers were only fighting mostly with whoever the Pegorino's had problems with on top of the Anceolotti's, it seems like your brother has a way of getting under the skin of all the Five Families. I talk to him a lot you know. My brother s in there looking after him. Do you know how many of the guys in your crew are in there with him?"

"I don't know. A few. It depends on f you're talking about just our guys from Meadows Park or if you're talking about Purgatory too."

"I'm talking about Purgatory too," Stanford told him as Packie paid the toll. "Give up? All right. It's about six guys in there with him. You West Side boys were never that big in numbers. Twelve to twenty guys aint that much. Not even for a drug crew. But you held your own against the Cosa Nostra. Not a lot of guys can really say that."

Packie sighed as they drove through. "My family used to run the upper West Side in the 80s and 90's but before that, I mean our side of the McReary family was a bit of a joke. We've been in this country since the 19thh century and yeah we were criminals for most of it but the McReary family only really became a thing in the 60's. There was other crews in Purgatory. In the 70's. Other guys that weren't even McReary's that ran the crew but in the days when my dad was running things we were a joke. We would be a joke till the bastard died. We went to war with the guidos back then too. It was the Gambetti's making trouble in those days."

"I remember. The Malone-Gambetti wars."

Ricky Malone had been a McReary family member who had at the time been more of a decent McReary family leader than Mr. McReary himself had been. They'd had a civil war among themselves with their father wanting to deal with the Italians while Malone wanted to keep the Italians out of their neighborhood. They'd had a bloody war with the Gambetti's but the McReary mob lost due to their father arranging to set up Malone to be killed by the Gambetti's and they made a deal with them. After that, the McReary Family had been contract killers for the mob and had been used by all of the Families in the commission.

"Yeah. Malone had balls. My grandpa had balls too he was the founder of the crew but he died back in 69' then my dad fucked everything up. Got in bed with the guineas. Though he was half assed at running the crew. Even Derrick did a better job than he did. Hell, the 80's were good until Derrick left then dear old dad went back to running things. Gerry, he played along the lines of what the mob wanted but he got tired of their bullshit. So they set him up."

Only Derrick and Francis knew grandpa. Neither Gerald or Packie or Kate for that matter had been alive yet when grandpa had died, courtesy of a bullet from a Pavano hitman. With their fathers death in 2000 they had somewhat more breathing room but not much.

"My point is, there's only about six of you in there with him. You average about twenty guys and that's when you count the guys inside and on the outside. I admire the balls it takes to stand up to a much bigger enemy. And yeah, Gerry had more than just the six guys. You got a lot of Purgatory boyds and Meadows Park boys and even a few Alderney City boys who are just good Irish kids at the wrong place at the wrong time. So they nback him up cause in there that's what you gotta do but the Five Families have a lot of sway even outside their own ranks. They have a lot of power to this day behind bars they can get the guards to kill your brother if they really want to bad enough. The only ones who can stop that are the Vanguard. Hell, if it wasn't for our boys on the yard they would have been. We gotta stick together."

"Look, I get it. I see the need for the deal we're making you don't have to sell me on your propaganda all right? I don't like the way the Vanguard puts a 666 on the four leaf clover tattoo. That's disrespectful."

"Don't you know what a cocksucker St Patrick was bro?" Asked Stanford. "You know when they talk about him driving all th snakes out of the Emerald Isle they meant the Druid priests right? And he wasn't even Irish. He was a fucking limey. Your national hero is a limey. I just don't see how any proud Irishman can consider St Patrick a hero. I mean no offense cause that is your namesake and all but St Patrick was pretty much as Anti Irish as you could get."

Packie told him, "A shamrock and clover are two different things. The shamrock has three leaves. The clover has four."

"Yeah I know but they used the three to represent the Holy Trinity. You know what Catholic even means? It means universall. They don't give two shits about your rich ancient heritage. They wanted to promote a sense of sameness for everyone. The Four leaf clover is fake. You shouln't even celebrate that shit. Anyway, my point is, we're not fucking Anti Irish, man. We're Anti Catholic. Hell, the reasoning behind the clover is some of the founders were Irish too."

"Whatever you say," Packie muttered. They arrived and they got out. The Angels Of Death were inside their clubhouse. "These brothers are some tough bastards," Stated Stanford. "I know you probably know all about their war with the Lost MC but those liberal pussies tried to burn their clubhouse down. They did actually. And they still bounced back. That's dedication."

"Can't say we dealt with them."

The two men were patted down and checked for weapons and a wire. They approached a Caucasian male as they went inside. The man wore a blue demin bikers vest and he had dark brown hair and a brown beard. He shook hands with Stanford and the two men exchanged a quick hug. "Hello, Stan. Who's this?" The AV member introduced him. "Patrick McReary, this is Angus Leonard."

"Just Packie. Nice to meet ya."

"Likewise. So what do you got for me?" Asked the Angel of Death member who as far as Packie could tell was the Road Captain based on his patches. "Oh you'll like it. If all goes well here we can set up further arrangements if you want more."

"Step into my office," Angus told them both. They followed him into a backroom but not before Angus spotted a blonde in a black halter top and jeans with a red thong hanging out and he slapped her on the ass. They went in and Angus got a switchblade out and cut into it putting a litrtle on the blade and took a snort. "WHOO! DAMN NEAR BURNED ALL THE HAIRS OFF MY CHEST!" He took a breath saying, "Hot damn. We can make a killing off this. The brothers would love it. Hell, the cathouses in Boabo are gonna be lining up to have this shit for their girls and their johns. Where'd you get some primo shit like this? You rip it off the Colombians?"

"Buddy of mine in law enforcement. Got it off some shitheads trying to get too big for themselves over in Schottler. Fucking drug wars, right?" They laughed and Stanford took a bump too. "You next," He told Packie. "I'm all right."

Angus barked, "We aint asking."

Packie reluctantly took a bump. Then he stepped back. "Attaboy!" Angus then said, "Yeah we can get the boys out there to bag the rest of this shit up and they can move this all over East Hook. You'd be surprised how many ghetto shit birds there are around there tweaking. And that crack shit gets them high for fifteen minutes and they want more. Even if if it aint as addicting this is the good stuff," He then added, "Then again, those assholes will find ways to pay for it. They'll steal DVD's stereos like in the ghetto. But the difference is if they ever come up short on what they owe me or try and rip me off I won't just shoot them. I'll run their skulls over."

Stanford smirked. "I'm more surprised you're talking about whorehouses in Boabo, man. Who the fuck would want to stick their cock in something that nasty? If I wanted to fuck a pig I'd go to the hookers back in Alderney City."

The two howled with laughter and Angus admitted, "Yeah it is a shit hole. Anyway what do I owe ya?" Just then there was a loud crash and they heard screams both male and female followed by gunshots. The three men hit the ground and Angus cried out, "Who the fuck's doing that?!"

An AOD member cried back, "It's the Losers! They're trying to burn the clubhouse down!" Several bikers were returning fire. "Shit! Is it that piece of shit Johnny?" They replied, "No! Just a bunch of others!" Angus opened a safe and revealed a shit load of guns inside. For Stanford he had a P90 and a Walter P99. For himself he took a Glock 9 and an M3 shotgun. For Packie he told him, "Pick something out, kid and get out there and help defend the place!" Packie took a Beretta and an Uzi.

They headed out to the windows of the clubhouse and the Lost MC were opening up with a barrage of gunfire on the clubhouse. "Keep Angie covered!" Cried Angus as one of the groupies was putting the fire ou with an extinguisher. Packie and Stanford went to the left side of the clubhouse entrance while Angus went to the right side and they kicked the door down. Stanford started mowing down Lost MC members picking off three as the men were riding by on their Zombies spraying Uzi's in a drive-by. He knocked all three men off their bikes.

One man got to his feet despite the four rounds in his left side of his chest barely missing the heart but Angus fired the M3 making short work of him sending him back as he opened his chest plate. "Fucking liberal cocksuckers! Johnny put you up to this?!"

"They're trying to make their way in through the back!" Screamed a biker. There was some Angels still outside in the front taking cover behind their own bikes while Lost MC members fired shotguns, MP5's and Uzis at them from behind Lost MC Burritos. "This aint an Alderney thing!" Screamed a Lost gang member, an African American with a tatted up neck. "We want you out of Liberty!" He fired an Uzi dropping two Angels, one an obese man in his forties the other a younger guy. An Angel returned fire with an AK-47 striking him in the chest and the neck. "Tough shit! We aint going anywhere! I'm gonna piss on Billy Grey's tombstone!" Shouted the man.

Angus yelled, "Packie cover the back!" Packie did and he ran to see the Angels had tried to make a stand from the back but were getting slaughtered as the Lost kept coming. There were three Angels still holding their own in the back but two out of three had taken a couple rounds themselves. "Come on, you fucking dead beats! What are ya scared?!" Packie fired a barrage of rounds at three men as they tried to come in. The first man had his brains blown all over the doorway the second took rounds in the chest while the third took a few in the shoulder but kept coming firing two .45's at Packie. The Irish American took cover behind a wall but he fired blindly nailing the guy in the left rib cage as well as the stomach before reloading. "You better get back up front," Stated one of the Angels.

He did and he spotted a few more Lost trying to come in and they fired an M-16 at him so he ducked low getting behind the bar. Angus screamed to one of the girls, a brunette in a black midriff top and gray jeans with a side nose piercing, "Jane, make us a few Cocktails!" The woman that had been putting the fire out had succeeded but had been hit in the head by a stray bullet shortly after. Packie picked up an AK off one of the dead Lost members checking to see what ammo was left. There was about twenty two left in the mag. He put it back together as Angus hit a Lost MC member who had come out of cover blasting the man in the right arm and armpit taking a chunk out of his arm, while Stanford laid down heavy fire on two Lost members who were moving cover to cover, hitting one in both legs plus two rounds in the stomach and the other in the right thigh and right hip just before the AV member reloaded. Packie fired, hitting one Lost gangster, a blonde white male with shaggy hair and blue eyes in the chest and stomach while the second, a bald Cuban American, was hit in the face as he emptied the weapon.

The Angels began to counter attack and the bartender came running out just as one Lost MC member had a grenade launcher while another was aiming an RPG at the clubhouse. She tossed one in her left hand then another in her right and the men were englfed in flames and the man wih the RPG's weapon discharged and it hit two of the Lost MC vans. BOOM!

The blast sent six Lost MC members flying back, their scorched and dismembered bodies flying across the lot. The Angels picked off the remaining enemies as they tried to get to their vehicles. They spotted one wounded biker, a Lost member who seemed to be the Treasurer for the Broker Angels. He had six rounds in him. Two in his left thigh, three in his stomach and one in the right leg. He was a white male with reddish hair and gray eyes. Angus kicked him in his wounds demanding, "Why the fuck did you guys attack us again?! You Losers are just determined to keep shitting on the treaty! And it wasn't even Johnny K or Billy this time right?"

The gang member told him, "The brothers...are a united front against you fuckin dead beats. We don't want you hear anymore. Johnny...Terry...Clay...Angus..."

"Angus? i',m fucking Angus."

"Angus Martin..."

The Angel laughed. "The special needs parking guy? Yeah he'll make a hell of a biker. Did Hellfury start making wheelchairs?"

"A brother is a brother...and you're all gonna die...this is just the start."

"That's just it," Angus stated. "This is just the start. Your club is going down but for you? It's over," With that he emptied his pistol into the face of the Lost MC member. "Fucking bleeding heart libtard. All right we gott aget outta here. Stanford I'll wire you your payment soom. We all gotta split. The cops are gonna come raiding the clubhouse and catrting off boies we don't want any of the brothers to be here when they do. The only people that need to be the casualties of this shit are the brothers that gave their lives today. Everybody else is gonna check into motels and lay low...after we get all the compromising shit out of there..."

"You better hurry. Be sure and call me..." Stanford told him and with that he and Packie got back into the sports car. They began to drive back to Middle Park and he told him, "You did good out there today. Your brother would be proud. I'll let him know you did good."

"Yeah well...if I expected anything to wrong today I figured it'd be the Italians that made trouble not a bunch of greasy bikers. The way shit has been going lately."

"Greasy bikers greaseballs..not much difference when you get down to it but at least the Angels have standards. The Lost are a bunch of queers trying to pretend to be bad ass outlaws. I've heard things about their last president. Man was a snitch."

"All right...so am I dropping you at the same place?" Asked Packie. "Yeah..Middle Park is fine. Hey...you know what you reminded me of out there today?" He asked as they stopped at a red light. "No. What?"

Stanford grinned. "The Celtic bad asses that used to take on the Roman Empire. Kicked their pedophile bath house loving asses back to their villas. They used to fear you fuckin guys. And you know what? They had that same fear of the Vandals. And the Goths."

"Those whiny kids in black with guy liner?" The gang member shook his head. "No. They were a bunch of tribes that fought each other but when it came to Rome, Rome was worse so former enemies banded together. Killing Romans. It's in your blood and mine, brother. I'm not asking you to think like me. Or even Gerry just so long as he fights when it's time to fight on the yards when it's time to fight. Same for you. I can't stand the Commission either. Little Italy is one of the safest areas in the country they don't allow drugs in their neighborhood even the cops respect their own policing of their own turf. But they bring the drugs elsewher and thy turn nice neighborhoods into shit holes."

"Weren't you just selling drugs to bikers?" The AV member said, "Yeah but that's a means to an end."

"What do ya say?" Asked Stanford. "We may not think exactly alike but we damn sure have the same enemy. Celtics and Vandals against these Roman bastards. What do you say?"

Packie was reluctant but saw the temporary necessity and as much as he hated Neo Nazis he also hated the Sicilians and it was the Sicilians who had killed his sister. He shook his hand. As for Dwayne they would have to keep that side of the business they did seperate. After all, for the most part they could deal with Dwayn and the Hustlers on the outside while dealing with the AV on the inside even if now and then Gerry would need a favor done for the AV.

Mai

The Plane

Neto had come in ten minutes ago so now they were just waiting on Ivan and Paul to get back. "So...you and Lamar huh?" She chuckled. "Nothing major. If a guy can go out and get laid and not get judged, neither should a woman."

"Hey do what you gotta do. I've got the strippers at Vanilla Unicorn, you got..the Families I guess."

"It's not all of the Families. Really I don't know ow it happened with him either. It just did. It's not even like I like him like that. Anyway, are you gonna give me the same rundown you gave Paul?"

"Nope. Don't need to."

She was curious as she took a shot. "Why's that?" He told her, "Carnalito is young. You, me, Ivan, we've been there. I mean look, he's been on the streets so he's got that much more than you do but he doesn't understand about how different shit is out here than it is back in Liberty City. Where he comes from, unless you've dropped bodies from a specific crew and they know who you are, you can almost do business with anybody. As long as you pay your dues, and just don't get too big you can hustle as long as you don't step on toes. Now he's alive so he didn't so he knows that much but knowing the streets of Liberty and Los Santos are two different stories."

"Yeah but you don't honestly know L.S. any better than he does. And aren't their Families and Ballas on the east coast too?" He nodded, "Yeah but it's different politics for different cities. And no matter how hard the green and purple raggers think they are, the Lords, the local drug crews, the Yardies and mafia run Liberty City. Out here, even dealing as a free lance dude can get you shot. I mean he could have been back there too but if you share the wealth so to speak back there, you should be ok. Most times. You just don't sling on a corner unless it's your corner and if it aint your corner, you make sure it's all right and you give them a taste."

"Okay I get that but that doesn't explain why you think you have to watch out for him but me you trust on my own?" Neto took one shot but did not drink any more. "Well there's age...and then there's war experience. Should the Families ever decide to fuck you or Ivan over, you both have military training. Well..Ivan sorta does but I mean those KGB vatos were bad motherfuckers. And you, you fought the terrorists, me, I fought cartels for the army but some of the cartels had military grade weapons and many were ex military themselves. And some of those cartel guys we fought? They had fucking Merryweather agents protecting them. So the three of us know real war. Not just some gang wars. If you found yourself in a situation on the street surrounded by every shooter from Chamberlain Hills you would still stand a better chance than he would. He shoots better than the average banger I admit. Maybe about the same as a regular civilian who target practices. But he's still less accurate than a cop and cops are below you in accuracy."

He sighed saying, "I don't want to say this and I'm pissed at myself for even saying this cause I've gotten to know him. He's my homeboy. He's not weak, esa. I know that. You know that. But out of the four of us, he is the weakest link. It's not his fault. He doesn't have military training plus being a bit younger, there's some naivety. So yeah. I gotta keep a trucha...cause you, him, and Ivan all met Lamar on Lifeinvader and you came here cause of that. I didn't. I came up here on my own business. I aint Lamar's friend."

"You said that before. Okay...so I get why you think we're more likely to survive a potential betrayal than him but you're still not from here. None of us are. We're all strangers to this city. Why do you think you know these streets any better than he does? I mean even Ivan spent toime in Liberty so he's at least as qualified to handle a bad situation in an urban jungl as you."

"Well, I've been to Arizona and New Mexico. New Austin too. Cartel work there. Remember? And it may not be exactly like here but it's still the South West. Still places once considered the wild west. And above all, places the cartel got their hooks into. Places where Aztecas are. Places where La Onda is. And there's Families and Ballas in all those places too and the ones from there are a hell of a lot closer to what the ones in L.S, are like than the ones in Liberty. So I know how shit is. And the gunfights I've gotten into sincxe I been here? Just anoher day at the office. It's no different than the dust I kicked up in Albuquerque, Phoenix and Blackwater. And when I say i've dropped bodies of mercenaries who work for cartels i don't just mean south of the border either. Up here too. It's a lot of desert out here. Lots of unmarked graves."

Finally Paul and Ivan came back and Mai stood up. Paul was dressed not too differently from the way Neto often did. He had his longer hair tied back in a braid, and he wore sunglasses and he had on a brown checkered shirt and some brown khakis plus Colonel Juan Eris sneakers. Ivan was dressed more professionally. He wore a black suit with a red floral under shirt and suede bucks. "You get my texts?" Paul nodded and Ivan stated, "Yes. Sorry we were a little busy. You said you had a job for us?"

"Yeah. I put up the 40 grand investment on it. So I got this one but the next one one of you guys will have to."

Neto said, "I'll get the next one. But then after that either Iorakote or Ivan needs to."

Paul looked at the Russian. "Rock paper scissors?" Ivan nodded. Paul lost so he would get the next one while Ivan would get the one after that. The young Mohawk sighed. "Guess I'm gonna have to hustle my ass off. Lamar gave me some weight to sell. Plus what I can do for the Aztecas."

"Hey don't swear it bro the varrio's got you. We'll give you soke shit to move but in the mean time whatever we end up making, it'd be good if you hold off on spending it all. Hold onto some of it."

Mai agreed and she stated, "We all put up for this apartment and we all pay the rent here but from now on I think we should all have our own vehicles. Stealing them when we need to is nice but you can't park anything stolen in our garage. Way too hot. If you see a nice ride or steal one, and you want to keep it, I'm sorry no can do. I know the law pretty well and the sentence that co,mes with whether it's a tricked out Tornado or Savannah with hydraulics, a Cheetah or a Banshee, you don't bring it back here. Go on San Andreas Auto and buy one. And get insurance."

"Didn't you have a car not too long after you got here?" Ivan asked directing the question at Paul. "Yeah. A blue Dominator. It was legit had papers and all of that. Before I met any of you. Had just done some jobs for Lamar and Gerald here and there, running around on the streets. Got blown up too many times and I didn't want to pay insurance on a car I didn't have a garage for anyway. I said fuck it. They impounded it at the Davis lot and i said good riddance. That car was more trouble than it was worth. Three different times, people tried to steal it. And that was just when I was outside Rancho. Parking a car like that a seedy motel just aint a good idea. Now should be different."

"That's another thing. Buy insurance for every car you buy," Mai instructed. Neto chuckled, "Yeah thanks mom. We know how to buy cars."

Their contact buzzed the door. Just then there was a knock at the door. Mai opened it and a Caucasian male stood in the doorway. He had brown hair and blue eyes and wore a black jacket witha white t shirt onwith a reddish brown collar. "So Mr. Crest said we should talk...about work...but not here..." She let him in. "Is there a room in the back or something?" She nodded. "Right this way."

The white male walked through as though he owned the place. Mai was trying to figure him out, if he was military, government or just a random bank robber. "Cool. I'll get set up."

Mai went and got the other three into the back room and entered to see the man spinning around in the office chair. "So. Mr. Crest said that you might be able to help me out with something. Well...not me so that's clear it's not me you're gonna be I want it understood that i am not a bystander doing a favor and this is not so much an offer of employment as it is an opportunity. Well that's getting a bit technical but the point is our fair and legal justice system makes mistakes...and this one such time...here he is!" He pulled out a folder. "Professor Maxim Rashkovsky. You know the proffessor?"

Ivan nodded. "Yes. I have met him before. Even my parents knew who he is. He was a young man back then. But maybe for my friends you should explain who he is."

Mai whispered, "I know who he is too," Neto and Paul it seemed, did not. "Used to be head of research for the army," He held up a photo in the file o a white bald male middle aged with glasses and a goatee. "Three doctorates, overconfident polymath, vain sociopath, tedious egomaniac control freak, geneticist weapons development engineer, car nut, but definitely not a people of espionage along with everything else. You don't remember? Well lucky you. Exceedingly vain and self absorbed man and brilliant at everything he does, yada yada yada, makes you wanna puke. He's a goddamn traitor. I mean he's a rat but he pays."

"Incarcerated for a crime he did commit. But well let's just say money talks and he's gonna we got a few things to get ready all pretty straight forward. Do them one at a time but any way you op for a government fac breakout, if you know what i mean. First things a plane. Then we got a bus...well two things. We've got the inmate transfer schedule and Rashkovskys car. More on that later. Let me sow you," He said as he demonstrated near the boards. We need a plane to get the professor out of the country. It's currenly being used to traffic drugs by trans national street gangs. The Vagos."

Neto had a puzzled look on his face. "The bus. We need a standard Boilerbroke transport vehicle. The least traffic is on the route from Paleto Bay, alright? That's where you're going to be able to get ahold of one. You can get a hard copy of the inmate transit schedule at the Mission Row Transit Station. Go in unarmed, play it cool you might not have a problem that's a two person job, max. The other two hander is our guys prized Casco. We believe it's about to be shipped to Korea by a luxury car theft ring. Okay. Mr. Crest said you guys were at least semi competent, so well, Professor Rashkovy pays well."

With that the man left. "That guy was a fucking flake!" Neto remarked. "First off, Vagos aint transnational homes. We got deals with them to a point and we're international same with Marabunta. But not Vagos. So if they are working south of the border they need a cartel to do that. Which they do. It's probably the Madrazoi cartel."

"Why should you care?" Asked Paul. "You hate Martin Madrazo, remember?I mean I do too. The cocksucker threatened to kill me. So what do you care if we rip off guys working for him?"

"Look, stupid, you may be working with the Families but I'm not. Only way I ever met Lamar was through you guys. As far as my varrio, I'm not supposed to be making war with the Vagos. We made a deal with them we aint supposed to hit them like that. I'm out. Doing a jale against the Vagos could make it harder on the homies."

"The homies, huh? And what are we, Neto? Just nobody? You don't live in South Los Santos you live with us. I understand you have a brotherhood with those guys that goes back to before you got to America but you're not staying at shitty motels or couch hopping at different pads in the barrio. You're moving up the food chain."

"Oh so now you do one heist and a handful of jobs for Lamar, Gerald, Simeon, Martin, Lester and Trevor and suddenly you're a queenpin, eh?" Mai cooly said, "I may not be a gang banger," She said looking at him. "A mafia hitman" Looking at Ivan, "Or a drug dealer in Bohan," She said looking at the kid. "But what I am is a veteran. If I'm nothing else I'm a tactician and a strategist. You're not out, Neto. We need you. It was you and me on the last job. Don't quit on me now."

"Besides, bro," Paul said. "Nobody even has to know it was you that jacked their plane. We'll be wearing masks. The Vagos will have plenty of people they can go busting the doors down on. We'll all be disquiesed and between the four of us with only one of us being an Azteca I'm pretty sure the place they won't be knocking is the Aztecas. The Lost MC, maybe Trevor Phillips or even the O'Neill Brothers or Chamberlain Hills cause of Lamar and Gerald having us do jobs against them. But not the Aztecas."

"Good...cause we are barely able to have gotten back to L.S. The Vagos kicked some of us out a lot of us they want to kick us all out of Rancho. Ok...I'm in...on one condition from you the rest of you. Shit is still a battlefield out therebetween us and the LSV. When the carnales shouldn't be fighting the Vagos. Yellow and blue we're supposed to have a truce soon. Just like we had in 92' We can keep fighting purple and green on our own but if they're gonna team iup against us it'll be better if we do the same. None of us still live in Rancho, I know that Mai. But we all still do our own thing in the hood. So when the vallas start flying, I don't want any of you in my way. You're my compas up here thats true but I'm still an Azteca. Don't make me choose."

"This is a counter productive conversation. We should get a move on, yes? That plane is not going to be waiting around forever. We need to go and get it."

Mai turned to Paul and said, "Despite you not being CGF, yoiu have done some jobs for them. Maybe we should give them a but of a diversion.," Ivan also had an idea based on the conversation they just had about the Vagos and Aztecas against the Families and Ballas. "I have an idea but I am not sure if you will be on board or not."

They got changed and as requested, Paul put on clothes that would give off the impression that he was a CGF member. He had a black wife beater on and brown khakis He put a Feuds hat, shades and a green bandanna over his face. Though Paul had gotten much darker than he';d been in Canada or even Liberty which still had hot round summers, it was nothing compared to the year round heat of San Andreas but he still wasn't sure if he'd darkened enough to fool the Vagos as a Family member. "You think this will work?"

Neto looked at his hands. They were browner than they'd been when he first arrived they'd been light brown wih a reddish tint and a bit of a pink end to his knuckles. "You're good, guey. Plenty of Tranny's that are mulatto. Just be sure and keep that hat on just as much as the mask or or they'll know what's up when they see you don't got sponge back there," He said with a chuckle.

Mai who wore a black mercenary jacket and camouflage pants, plus a Boars cap and a purple rag and shades over her face she had to ask the same. "What about me?" While Paul's skin tone was lighter and reddish brown with more red tint than brown, where as Neto was the opposite deeper and darker like an Apache, Mai's was yellowish tan, kind of a gold complexion. "You're good too. And you don't have to worry if yours falls off. They'll be looking for a hood rat with a weave and that's half of Davis."

They began to head out to Mackenzie Airfield. "All right so youre moving on the airplane at Mackenzie Field. Logistics are as yet undecided. Go in how you go in with a good supply of ammunition, armor and maybe even explosives. It's gonna get kind of heavy. Like I said before the airfield is under Vagos 're using the plane to make trafficking runs across the border. That means it's already set up to get Rashkovsky out of the country. Limited radar visibility, plausible cover story. It's perfect. Don't let the fact that there are a bunch of angry drug dealers waiting for you affect how you go in."

Ivan rolled his eyes. "Yes. Armed gang bangers who can afford to buy a plane in the first place. I'm sure it'll be a real breeze. Like taking candy from a baby,"

"Yeah...bald and tattooed psychotic babies," Paul remarked. Neto nodded. "Yup. And the candy is nose candy. And by the time we're done with them they'll either be speechless like a baby too or at least needing diapers like one and unable to feed themselves like one."

"Or actually...do..." Stated Agent 14. They were speeding their way to Blaine County tearing through Vinewood Park Drive. "Some more background on the Vagos. Okay. Globalized multi national decentralized criminal network. Their principal interest is in drug trafficking but they've diversified into mid level distribution. End user sales and trafficking other contraband. You get caught with a kilo of coke they throw the book at you. You get caught with a quart of capybara semen it's a slap on the wrist. And the market for large endangered rodent ejaculate is lu-cra-tive. Most of the Vagos upper management or 'shot callers' if you like are already incarcerated. Here in the states and throughout Central and Latin America. They run the network on cell phones and it's a relativley flat hierarchy at the top. So if you cut one head off their are six more waiting to bite. Not that I want to dismantle any criminal networks as you know I'm a criminal myself. I just like to do my homework. Criminal homework.

"Hey, gavacho! I already know the history of the Vagos, entiendes? I've been working alongside them longer than I have you. Which is not saying much. So if you don't want the next time we meet to end up with you shitting in a bag don't treat me like an idiot!" Warned Neto.

"Easy Neto..Jesus you been taking steroids or something?" Neto shook his head. "No. I don't use drugs, mija. Who you been talking to?"

"All right...i'm gonna pretend I didn't just hear that."

"The prison angle is gonna help us sell our raid on 's not something that they would do but it's the kind of thing the authorities believe they would is all that really get me? Okay."

Paul added, "Yeah except when they notice an ex military scientist is missing and not a guy with slicked back hair, a mustache, and a couple of snake tattoos, they could put two and two together. Man, we really are taking a huge risk. Neto, you sure you're up for this?"

"If I wasn't i would have stayed home but whether the Vagos just get fucked out of their plane here or whether they get blamed for busting out a Russian scientist, this shit cannot get traced back to me. "Y si se vuelve a remontar de nuevo a mí, que estoy rodando en este pinche Fédérale."

(And if it does get traced back to me, I'm rolling over on this fucking federale.)

To Mai's shock, Paul responded in kind. "No es que delación, carnal? ¿Eso no van en contra de su código? Todos nuestros códigos, de hecho."

(Isn't that snitching, carnal? Doesn't that go against your code? All of our codes, in fact.)

Neto chuckled. "No mames, regla puede aplicarse a los civiles y los pandilleros pero no tengo ningún reparo en dejar caer una moneda de diez centavos en un agente federal. La forma en que lo veo, nos bloqueará y no la forma en que se encuentra en las pintas, no es tanto que muchos de los presos están en contra de delatar en las juras sobre el capital tanto como ellos son como su propia banda y si soplón en una guardia, que van a reventar la cabeza abierta con un palo la noche. Es más acerca de la auto preservación no rodando por un guardia que es principal. No es tampoco, pero alentó a la mierda, estamos hablando de un federal y mientras algunos pueden querer que me fume por que, al final del día en que se había dado cuenta de que estaría tratando de matarme por una libertad agentes federales y eso es pendejadas."

(That rule might apply to civilians and gang bangers but I have no qualms about dropping a dime on a federal agent. The way I see it, they lock us up and the way it is in the prisons, it's not so much that a lot of prisoners are against ratting on the guards on principal so much as they're like their own gang and if you snitch on a guard, they're going to bust your head open with a night stick. It's more about self preservation not rolling on a guard than it is principal. It's not encouraged either but shit, we're talking about a fed and while some may want to smoke me for it, at the end of the day they'd come to realize they'd be trying to kill me over a federal agents freedom and that's stupid.)

To her shock, Paul understood. Agent 14 spoke up again. "Okay. i'm reading you close to the Airfield. Remember, once you engage these bastards there's only one way this is going. Make a plan, then execute. And no matter how good the plan is, expect sustained resistance. Maintaining the integrity of the plane is the priority here. Don't rush this."

Neto told him, "Orale! We're here! Now shut up! We need to be able to talk to each other and give directions not listen to you when you're not even risking your ass!" Mai had her M4A1 silenced in fact they had all their weapons with silencers on them. Paul had an MP5 while Ivan had an AK-74. Santa Muerte had an FX-05 Xiuhcoatl.

Neto wore a black ski mask while Ivan wore a brown were all masked up.

Mai still had her purple rag on while Paul wore a green. "I hope you're right about this, Ivan..." Whispered Paul as they started to head around the side of the building. "Don't worry about it," Mai assured him. She then firmly stated, "Besides, I can't expect Neto to remember that he lives with us and not in South L.S. anymore and is doing these bigger heists to keep us in money if I couldn't also remind you of the same thing. You're doing this for yourself and your friends slash roommates. The difference is you're not CGF."

"I fuckin know I'm not!" He grumped. "i hung with S;panish Lords in Liberty and did business with them and nobody ever accused me of ever trying to claim it. The fuck's with this state?" Ivan held a finger to his lips. "Shut up. Today, you are not Mai Thu and Iorakote Hoffman. You're a thug from Chamberlain Hills and she is a homegirl from Covenant Avenue looking to even the score on the Vagos. Me and Santa Muerte? We are just mercs. We're a dime a dozen."

With that they went in hot. They came around the south east corner with Mai hitting the first Vago she saw. She let the cholo up with nine rounds in the chest before he could do much. She didn';t even get a good look at what he looked, or what he was wearing she just fired at the silhouette in the night. Paul fired second letting rounds from the H&K crown a Vago wearing a white wife beater and a yellow rag plus baggy black jeans. The rounds hit the top left side of his scalp taking a chunk of flesh off the top as the rounds hit him in the skull.

Neto fired the FX-05 letting off five rounds and hit one of the Vagos in the chest with the rounds ripping out of his side, a Vago wearing a Pounders jersey, carrying a Mac-10. Mai fired upon another male a large muscular bald man wearing a yellow and white varsity jacket. "Seasons over, bitches!" She screamed. "Pinche mayates hitting us!" Screamed a female, a woman wearing a yellow baseball cap, a black tank top and brown khakis as she started unloading with an Uzi at them. She hit Mai with five rounds in the chest. "Jueros tambien!" Screamed a male wearing a yellow rag that covered the bottom half of his face while a light blue covered the top half.

He fired at Ivan but missed as he popped off several rounds from a G36 only for the Boogeyman to nail him with six rounds in the stomach one of which hit his spine. "You'd all better get out of here if you want to live!" Screamed Ivan. Mai fired hitting the female LSV member hitting her in the head, the rounds also knocking her cap off. Paul took cover around the other side. Neto dropped four cholos emptying the magazine before falling back behind cover as they returned fire. Three of the four he'd hit were killed right away while the fourth was crawling, bleeding in the dirt with four rounds in his stomach and two in his back plus exit wounds. "La muerte ha llegado para ti esta noche, cabrones!"

(Death has come for you tonight, assholes!)

One Vago opened up with an M-16 firing at Neto and Paul while staying in cover behind an SUV. "¡Mierda! Usted sabe con quién está jodiendo?" (Bullshit! You know who you're fucking with?)

Paul pulled the pin on a grenade and lobbed it at him and the blast was deafening blast blowing up three of their vehicles and killing five of them. "Nice one little bro! But be careful with those hot potatoes! We don't want to blow up the plane!"

A man with slicked back hair and a mustache plus a yellow plaid t shirt and blue jeans screamed, "Estas perras son hermano y hermana y que son de diferentes bandas? Pendejos!"

(These bitches are brother and sister and they're from different gangs? Pendejos!)

Another cholo, looking younger than Paul, fired a handgun as it was all he had. He was bald and lighter skinned and wore a black t shirt and stonewashed jeans. "Es probable que no lo son! Es una distracción!" He yelled as he squeezed nine rounds at Neto. A chola with light brown hair with blonde streaks wearing a yellow midriff shirt and a blue bandanna tied around her head shrieked, "¿A quien le importa? Voy a enviar sus madres putos una docena de rosas!"

(Who cares? I'll send their fucking mothers a dozen roses!)

The Chicana fired an M3 and hit Paul as he was getting back to cover knocking the young man on the ground. "Shit!" Cried Neto. He had reloaded and he let the woman have it hitting her with five rounds in the left knee and up her thigh with the last two. She screamed in pain her white teeth bright in the night as she cried out. He finished her off with another burst of rounds. "Looks like a real shit show down there. Clear the airstrip before you even think about taking that bird inyo the sky. If the plane gets shot up we're back to Alpha."

Neto heled Paul to his feet. "You all right?" Paul nodded. "Yeah the vest covered me. My side hurts like a bitch."

Mai and Ivan hopped over a decrepit fence to see at least three more gang members near an SUV. She let them have it blasting at the three of them hitting two but only killing one. "Va ho bitches!" She screamed even though that sort of talk was foreign to her. Ivan came around the side flanking the remaining two from the back emptying his magazine into the wounded cholo as well as the one in cover. "We're taking the fucking plane! Whether you like it or not!"

"Hey we gotta ice these fuckers homes! If you let them get away I'll kill all of you!" Screamed an older cholo, a man looking to be in his early 40's possibly a veterano, who had tattoos on his neck indicating he was from Vespucci Beach plus two tear drop tattoos on his left cheek and the words Vespucci and the Roman numerals XIII on the back. "Come on homes! We aint getting jacked by two niggers a paisa and a fucking ruskie!"

Another gang member, a female wearing a brown checkered shirt over a Pounders shirt, screamed back, "Bueno, si perdemos el avión Edgar nos va a matarte!"

(Well if we lose the plane Edgar is going to kill us and you!)

Mai made short work of her hitting her in the abdomen as at least three rounds got her. She collapsed on the ground writing in pain. She was not long for this world. She emptied her mag into the cholo who was running things too hitting him with nine rounds, three in the left leg, three in the gut, three in the chest and yet he kept firin from the ground reverting to a sidearm and the fact that he produced it that fast told her he'd been shot before this wasn't his first time in a shootout. Then again, it wasn't like you got to be an O.G. by being soft. She took four rounds in the vest from him but kicked the gun from his hand and discharged her sidearm five times into his face. "Motherfucker!"

One of the cholas rained fire at Paul and Mai both with an AK yelling, "FK, putos! Fuck the Ballas too!" A few stray rounds hit Neto in the shoulder as he was reloading and Ivan let her have it with nine rounds to the breasts. "Fuck you! Fuck your gang! YA ne dayu der'mo , chto vy predstavlyayete!"

(I do not give a shit what you represent!)

Neto got up, pissed that he had been hit. Two cholos hit up Mai too, one firing a shotgun the other firing some kind of SMG. She took a blast in the chest and at least one round grazed the side of her face from the SMG. She was deafened and wondered if she was dead. Neto, despite being wounded, and who should have been at least slowed down by getting shot crowned one of them from behind, the one with the SMG, blowing his brains out of the front of his skull with the exit wounds. The other gang member went to shoot but Neto rammed him in the face with the rifle and sent him sprawling back. "That was real fucking funny wasn't it?!" Cried Neto. He took the man's automatic shotgun from him as the man's nose bled and he opened fired blasting his stomach several times, yelling, "FUNNY! FUNNY! FUNNY!"

He helped Mai to her feet and he said, "You okay?" She nodded shaken up. "Yeah...it was just a graze in my face...fuck...i think a few pellets got my shoulder though...damn it I can't fly the plane. What about you...? You should be way more slowed down than you are."

"I'm firme, eh. It was a through and though so I'm fan fucking tastic. Hey Ivan! Change of plans You're flying!" Ivan said, "It has been a few years but I will do my best. You just get these assholes off me, yes?" Ivan made his way into the hangar. Neto remembered he had a grenade launcher mounted on his Assault Rifle. He stood in the middle of the path as a yellow low rider and a black one came barreling toward him. A carload of female gang members in the yellow, a carload of homeboys in the black one. Both were opening fire on him with automatics and most of the rounds hit the vest but a few hit his left arm but he seemed to be painless.

He fired the grenade launcher and Mai watched them go up like a Christmas tree light as both ranflas blew up and though the gravity knocked everybody back Neto stood up cackling like a maniac. "Ah! Ha ha ha ha aye!" He howled. With that Ivan got into the Velum and got ready for takeoff. "Task force better send us a tank you for this. Even more Vagos coming at you."

Paul had returned to the car they'd arrived in and come out with a rocket launcher Neto had purchased from one of Madrazo's gun dealers. He fired it towards three SUVs as they came towards them from off the highway. "Don't these bitches ever give up?! Shit!" The blast sent the SUV's in the air ablaze and he was knocked back several feet on his back, the wind knocked out of the young Kanienkehaka gunmen. From inside the hangar Ivan unloaded magazine after magazine into the defending Vagos around the perimeter while Neto and Mai picked off the bangers trying to come in the same way they came, shooting at the cholos from inside the fence.

Mai tried to ignore her injuries but was unable to fire her Rifle due to her shoulder wound so she got out her backup weapon an Uzi and sprayed at them with one hand. It wasn't the most accurate way to pick off the enemy but it was a lot like something a gang member would do. Several rounds came back at her and Neto and he took a few in the chest and one knocked the hat from her head which in the process somehow her bandanna came undone. At least three cholos got a look at her. "The fuck?! Somebody's trying to pull a fast one, ese!" They fired H&K UMP's at her but Neto made short work of them firing another grenade over the fence and the three cholos were obliterated as their legs flew fifty feet in the other direction from their bodies.

"I think that's all the Vagos have got," Stated Agent 14. "In a few weeks we'll leak this to a sympathetic reporter and they'll get fingered for the breakout. Now clear the area before and clear up any more traffickers you encounter,"

Paul and Ivan had cleaned up the rest of the gangsters on the field. Mai quickly put her rag and hat back on. Paul, Mai and Neto fell back to their getaway vehicle while Ivan began to take off in the plane. "I'm a bit rusty but it all comes back! Like riding a bike, yes?"

They wounded gunnem drove back to Sandy Shores, Paul behind the wheel, until they were about a block from where Trevor Phillips lived and waited for Ivan to get the plane delivered. "It's it's all right with you, i'd like to get back to the city too. You guys did goofd today. All of yoi. Especially you, Ivan. You saved my ass back there it was supposed to be me leading this think and flying. I'm sorry I let the three of you down."

"Do not worry, friend. Sometimes plans do not turn out the way we hoped. I could use the practice anyway it has been at least five years since I flew an airplane but it all comes I fly the plane when we bust out the proffesor as well?" Mai told him, "No. I'm gonna take care of that. Matter of fact I've got it all planned out as to who will be doing what."

After two hours of driving, they had arrived back in Los Santos and Ivan had delivered the velum and they went to get Mai and Neto patched up luckily having first aid kits in the apartment. As Mai prepared to get the bullets dug out, Paul checked his bank account to see that he had made 19 grand from this job. So had Neto and Ivan. As the heist leader she had not but that was okay. It would be better if they had made some money this time around because she had funded this one and they would be funding th next ones so it would be on them to fund the next heists.

After a long and painful process she got the slugs dug out of her. Finally, she began to rest patched up and they'd used disinfectant on her bandages. She rested on the bed, weary hoping she would not die from the blood she had lost. As she fell asleep she thought to herself, It's tough being a leader.

Packie

He had gotten a call from Gordon telling him that maybe helping the AV on the streets might not be needed if he went and saw the person he was told to. After all Gordon had done a little following of Niko Belic and it seemed the bastard was of some use afterall after what Gordo had found out.

He went inside the firm and told the secretary, "I'm here to see Kiki Jenkins."

So that meeting with Packie with the AV member is the start of something big. He doesn't like the guy but sees it as so,mewhat necessary though with Gerry, he's doing it for survival however, as Gerry suggested it should be a thing on the streets for when he's working with Dwayne but inside, the AV is their allies.

What Gerry meant in his code talk was that Packie should work with Dwayne on the streets and he worked with AV inside but at the same time, the AV might now and then need a favor on the outside too that helps maintain good faith and a business relationship with the McReary family. His suggestion though when he said when you need uptown loving see the uptown girl and when you need German loving see the Middle Park girl, what he meant was all though he might have him do some errands for the AV, he should keep his relationship business wise with them separate from that of Dwayne.

Dwayne from a street pov and even as a guy who has been inside and knows how it is, though he might not like it, could probably swallow it if Packie did some business with them to keep Gerry safer inside, the likelihood of the latter being true the other way around is unlikely. So Packie may not realize it yet but he's kind of in a rock and a hard place and that's not even counting th war he still has with the mafia. Speaking of which when Gerry said you need to get over that Italian girl, he was referring to the fact that he was not only allied with Dwayne and the North Holland Hustlers and said this was good as far as making an offense against the Commission but that it might be wise to ally with the Aryan Vanguard as well seeing as having more allies is always a smart move so the AV is just as good of an ally against the mafia as Dwayne and if he can maintain both he was advised to do so.

As for the name of Packie's "Mission" it's a reference both to the fact that the McReary's are trying to do business with Dwayne and the North Holland Hustlers on the streets and the Av to protect Gerry and his limited gang on the inside, plus how in WWII, Ireland did not help the allies or the axis.

There is a reference to the Shield too but I'm not sure if Zilla will pick it up. It was in the Vagos mission.

As for Stanford he is based on Chris Coi and his character on Banshee. As for Angus he is based on Ryan Hurst who played Opie on Sons Of Anarchy.

As far as him going to see Kiki, it's to try and get Gerry out they may not be ghetto per say but they are working class so under that that makes them Kiki's demographic plus it was implied the mob got Gerry put away so Kiki could argue for police corruption in workin with the mob. And yes they will have the same kind of "Relationship" as Kiki has a lot of her other clients. This is kinda Packie's way of getting back at Niko in a way too.

Anyway, enjoy.