Demographic Takeover

Joaquin was ready for action. Stomper directed him over to a stolen black burrito. Toker said, "Got some other camaradas following us perro."

Toker rode up front while Stomper and Wicked got in back. A white Fugitive pulled up next to them with a carload of Vagos. A Chicano man with short hair wearing a light blue bandanna around his neck , and a yellow and white checkered shirt, plus gray dickies, and black and white Stacy Lanes on his feet, was driving. He looked to be in his early thirties. In the passenger seat was a bald man wearing a white football jersey with the number 13 in black. He had a mustache as well. In the back seat was a lighter brown skinned man with a crew cut, wearing a white t shirt and blue jeans. He seemed more quiet.

There was also a woman in the back. She had a white wife beater which she made a midriff top plus black jeans. She was not that attractive at least not to him. Too much makeup. Toker introduced the gang members. "That vato is Angel," He said referring to the guy driving. "That's Diablo," He was referring to the bald guy. An Angel and a Devil in the same ride? Only in the barrio...

"That skinny vato is Fatal. And that mamacita is Chinita. Everybody, this is Joaquin Avena but gente call him Culebra."

The woman said, "You're from Mara Bunta right? I think I've heard of you." The gang member, Diablo added, "Yeah where's your face tattoos, ese? You look more like you're from a reservation than a barrio no offense

He nodded, "I get that a lot but I don't wear ink on my face. That's a big sign saying arrest me. I don't think my nickname applies to my size or even my fighting skills. It's my ability to sneak. If I had a tattoo on my face like a lot of vatos from Mexico or El Salvador I'd get arrested on that alon. Plus it'd be violation of my parole hanging out with other felons."

The Vagos chuckled at that. Wicked teased, "But if you were that slick you would have never gotten arrested. Just saying eh..."

He told her, "You're right and pretty much all the juras in East and South LS know me but the ones in North and West some don't but where i'm lucky and could just pass as a college student it would make them fuck with me even more if I did have an M on one cheek and a B on the other. The cliquas down south, the police can't do as much to stop them down there but here it's another story."

Toker nodded, "Orale. Enough talk we need to go after these ball sacks. As a favor to Culebra. Plus personal pleasure."

Angel admitted, "Yup I love smashing on Ball Sacks but hitting up those green rags is more fun. Let's hit it."

Joaquin began to drive towards the East Side of Davis. "You know Joaquin no disrespect but I think shit is harder out here in South LS than East. I mean you already got the typical bullshit of seeing who has the hardest varrio but there's still mayates out here. Some of their bitches shot at my sister. Some of their men tried to get her number and shit. Maybe if this was a movie that would happen where a nigger could pick up on a cholos sister but this is real life carnal. She knows better than that. I mean who wants their sister to end up a single mom?"

Stomper admitted, "That's true ese but our people have single moms too let's not be unrealistic. The only way I'd ever leave my kids is if God forbid I die.."

Toker pointed out, "Yeah but look at how many of these monos walk out of their hynas. 72% I think was the last I heard. We got problems homie but we aint ever that high on the fuck up list. I mean our carnales from further down into Aztlan come from third world poverty you don't see them abandoning their hijos. That's more of some shit Chicanos do than down there."

Stomper agreed with that much. "Simon. You know what's fucked up eh? They act like we're the ones leeching off foodstamps and shit welfare. Bullshit ese. Culebra you know the exact numbers too right?"

"40% are white 25% are black 10% are so called 'Hispanic' 1% native american. That puts us at 11%. That's not that much overall compared to everybody else. Oh and 25% unknown whatever the fuck that means.

Toker, sternly added, "Yeah exactly. They want to portray American Indians and Mexicans as leeches of welfare government aid, but those fuckers should take a look in the mirror. Our people work. Sabes que you know the difference between gavachos y mayates on Mission Row and Mexicans? They ask for money we ask for jobs, ese. I mean i sell my coka on the street but I'm also an electrician. Even when I lost my license I still fix people's stuff."

He agreed with a lot of what was being said but at the same time didn't think it would be wise to mention that he had done a couple of jobs with the a man from CGF. Or Forum Drive. Who gives a shit CGF Forum they're both tranny sets. I know Lefty probably knows more about what i'm up to with him and Michael and Trevor and I'm sure i've violated a few of the reglas but if he knows why hasn't he stopped me. Question is why? Does he approve of me making money with an enemy as long as it doesn';t hurt any homies? As long as it gets the varrio income? Joker would have killed me for it.

Culebra shook his head, "Yeah but these Ballas, bro. How are they gonna disrespect a guys gravestone? That's just wrong. They can say what they want about Mara Bunta. I can't speak for others in my clique but i have never defaced anybody's tomb. It's a little thing called res;ect for the dead. I guess this generation doesn't have it anymore. I'm sure the little homies are gonna go and do the same shit back to their graves and I can't condone it but it's not on me to stop it either they started it."

Wicked dryly said, "Thug ethics, 101. You're right though. Mi abuela died eight years ago if anybody ever found out who she was to me and did something to her grave or even if they just did it at random and I found them I'd fuck them up."

"Oye, Tokes, so you vouched for me and I know I shouldn't even ask this but are those four cool, man? I mean have they been doing this shit a lot because I want to make sure that whoever rolls with me on a mission knows their way around a gun and I don't just mean pull the trigger I mean really be able to hit people."

Toker seemed a bit surprised by the question. "You're right, home, you shouldn't have even asked and yeah don't sweat it they can shoot and hit. They're not twelve. Matter of fact I'd consider Angel and Diablo to be veteranos, perro. They are. I mean these fools are bigger homies than me even when it comes down to who's been around longer put it this way when i was in High School these two were out there in their twenties putting in work. Fuckin Angel, man he was locked up for a while too. He did seven years in the pinta so Diablo was running the show from 96 to 2003. They tried to originally give Angel fifteen to life for a 187 but he beat it he copped to a lesser plea got manslaughter instead. But just before he got out to where he would have been the shot caller again, Diablo went away for four years on drug charges so I've been running the show ever since. I'm el mero mero but that's not to say I don't take advice from both of them."

Culebra listened then asked, "What about Fatal and Chinita?" Toker explained, "Orale Fatal was like the little homie even when I was young now he's grown up but he's still like a baby brother to me Angel and Diablo. He just grew up too fast is his deal but don't get it twisted that homeboy is down he's been putting people under since he was a pee pee. As far as Chinita, I mean she's new but she's dropped some bodies too we already knew her and shit from before she joined the cliqua. She's half Dominican we knew her dad before he got killed."

He decided he needed to secure their safety before setting shit off. He dialed Lester who answered after 5 rings. "Yes?"

"Lester I need a favor and I'll pay for it. It might be hard to do but I need all or most of the heat directed out of South Central. Make the APB and dispatch or whatever say there's been a shooting of two cops in Vespucci Beach, suspect fleeing in a dark red Cheetah or some shit. Can you do that?"

The fat man sighed. "I guess I can but we'll need it to be more convincing than just a phony APB. I'm gonna have to have one of my many 'clients' go and make some noise on the west side of town. Maybe fire off a few rounds at Del Perro scare some people so they can at least confirm there was gunshots. You owe me for this and I may need a more sophisticated favor down the road..."

"You have my word i'm good for it," He promised the handicapped hacker.

They pulled up to the spot. Joaquin was handed a bandanna for his face. They got their weapons ready. Joaquin was handed an AK-47 Though he had used the M4 variants more in the Corps, in terms of his life he had used AK's more and preferred them more. He was given several magazines for it too. Wicked took an AA-12 shotgun, while Toker also grabbed the same kind of weapon as him. Stomper had two Uzi's.

The car parked and Angel, Diablo, Fatal and Chinita got out. Angel had an H&K MP5, Diablo had an AP9, Chinita had a 12 gauge and a .357 Desert Eagle. Fatal carried an AWC G2. They crossed the street and an African American woman pushing a stroller saw the armed group of cholos with Baklavas and bandannas sneaking behind a parked Baller and she hurried across the street to get out of harms way. Whispering to herself, "I gotta get the fuck outta this neighborhood..."

Stomper started to aim at her but Toker stopped him "Estes stupido?" He whispered. "We're not fucking here for civilians pendejo!" Stomper smirked sayin, "I was just kidding, eh!" Wicked said, "No you weren't fool. I know you hate them but come on eh you got kids too..."

He said, "I was just kidding! Jesus! I knew you'd correct me," Joaquin told all of them, "Shut the fuck up! Look I don't need any of you to go loud until I tell you entiendes?" He snuck around to the side of the building. He saw a small group of Ballas lifting weights in the parking lot. That was so ghetto and yet fuckers did it in the barrio too. He saw a muscular black man with no shirt and cornrows lifting. He had ink on his right peck that read ESB. On his left was 76 for his hood. The guy spotting him was lighter skinned with an afro wearing a Panics jersey and baggy jeans shorts sagging so low they looked like pants. "Hey nigga why we gotta be getting our sweat on out this motherfucker anyway? Why can't we just get a membership at a real gym?"

The guy lifting said, "I aint tryna spend my green on a membership when getting swole should be free anyway. You know how much they charge you at Silver's homie? Something like $25 a month but that's just what they say on the sign. Depending on what deal you agree to it could be anywhere from twenty seven to fifty bucks. I don't like that price shifting that's shady. Aint you supposed to be counting for me?"

The gang member spotting said, "Fool i am counting in my head!" The buffer one said, "Nah I need to hear that out loud mayne. And you're up next anyway so don't think you're getting out of this easily. You gotta get in shape. Ever end up in a scrape in the pen or even on the streets your burner run out of shells, you gotta still throw some heads you feel me?"

The other said, "I feel it but you still gotta get that cardio and shit. I used to run for like an hour on that bitch," The gang member lifted again and the spotter counted him off. "Why the fuck would I pay for cardio I get that shit right here in the hood., Whether it's bitches baby daddy coming home shooting at me when i'm up in them guts, or motherfucking marks from other hoods tryna murk me or if it aint that it's always one time, nigga! I don't even gotta have shit on me don't gotta have a sack or a pistol or nathin and they still sweat me. And how the fuck they gonna tell me I can't be affiliated with other felons and shit? I mean they know a nigga on parole aint finna have enough paper to move to the suburbs where everybody got a clean record that shit's a trap I'm telling you, loc."

Another black man a bald man who was overweight wearing white cargo shorts and black wife beater, was sitting on the curb with a twenty five pound weight doing curls. "I'll tell you right now...better not run from no police if you aint got nothing or even if you do cause they'll murk you on sight. Remember that nigga up north didn't even do shit got shot in the back by a transit cop or some shit? He aint even do shit some motherfuckers got into it with him and his boys and they shoot him while he's cuffed. And what the pig get like two years?"

The guy with the afro snorted, "Pigs always get off easy brah you know that i been knowing. That's why even if we can';t make nice with them niggas in Strawberry I'm glad we have with ya'll/ I mean we both getting killed by five oh we can both kill each other same as cops kill us but only LSPD got the power to throw us in the clink forever g. That aint right."

The bald man snarled, "I am from Strawberry too fool and it's rare we'd truce up with anybody especially niggas from the east side cause we from the west side and you know this, dog.," The jersey clad gang member assured him, "Not ya'll nigga not even those fools from the Hills I'm talking about them mark ass niggas that got one block they call they own. They on some new age shit too I swear. I mean I respect that LS niggas influenced the rest of the country to start wearing purple or green and shit but these niggas starting new sets and shit I don't know about that if your hood aint at least older than the 80s you aint real to me at least these niggas from Liberty or the south got reason to have younger sets than us but out here nigga fuck that."

The bald guy nodded, "Yeah you should have been more clear on that patna cause i aint even know who you meant by niggas from the Berry. But I feel you."

The guy still lifting told them both, "I'll tell you right now homie. I don't know how I'ma die cause motherfuckers be hating and a lot of fools be shooting trying to end me," He grunted as he did another rep. "They might even get me but I aint going out without taking whoever down too. They can shoot me but I'ma go out shooting I'll tell you..."

Just then Joaquin emerged from the shadows and pushed the weight down on the Ballers throat and the man made a choking sound as th heavy weight crushed his wind pipe his eyes bulging wide. The purple clad gang banger staggered back trying to withdraw his piece crying out, "George!" Culebra growled and swung the machete just as the black man was extending his arm aiming a.380 stainless at the cholo. The blade took his arm off slicing it clean in hal as she swung the blade with all his strength the blade cutting through the muscle, meat and bone. Blood sprayed all over like a geyser and the gang member staggered falling on his ass but still sitting up partly. He then swung the blade again and brought it down on his scalp burying it into his skull.

The third banger was drawing down and Joaquin had his AK but was equipped with the machete for now. The gang member fired a shot which hit Joaquin in the right side of the chest he vest protecting him but the guy fired again just barely missing and he was aiming for his head now he had only a moment to act. He threw the machete at the gang member as he was firing. The blade got him in the neck slicing into the meaty tissue burying into it. The gang member let out a choking sound and he ran towards him pulling the blade out and the blood sprayed all over him. Several Ballas came running hearing the shots. Three of them had AK variants.

Culebra got into cover but not before firing hittting one of them in the right hip which raked left tearing holes in the manms stomach to his left hip. The gang member fell writing in pain bleeding on the ground as the other two opened fire. He got into cover. Before long the Vagos joined him. Chinita fired her shotgun hitting one of the men in the right arm. "BK, puto!" She yelled. The guy collapsed, leaking but not dead. Fatal fired his Rifle picking off the third Baller with a head shot which tore into and shattered his jaw bone. "You disrespected the wrong vatos locos, cabron!" Yelled Fatal.

Diablo let off ten rounds with the pistol as more Ballas were coming and two felons, one purple and one black pulled up and four gang members in each car got out. He hit the driver of the black car with rounds in the chest and at least one to the face. He fired another three hitting a second gang member, a black man with a short haircut but designs cut into his hair a white and violet t shirt and blue jean shorts. The guy took one round in the left arm and two in the chest but the gang banger on the other side had a vest too so Diablo let him have it with the rest of the mag in the face before taking cover behind a parked light blue Stallion. "THIS IS FOR THE HOMIES IN THE SKY! HASTA LA MUERTE!" Screamed the bald cholo.

Angel caught a black female gang member in a purple Boars jersey and blue shorts in the stomach all the way up to her chest two rounds hitting her right breast and Angel yelled out, "One less Ball Sack hood rat to give birth to you levas!" Stomper raked the Uzi at two Ballas who were firing from the second floor of the apartment the first was a guy with dreads with a Remington the second, was a guy with a Mac-10. They both fired at the Vagos in the parking lot. Stomper got the one with the shotgun hitting him with seven rounds in the left side of the chest. The guy fell down the stairs and one round bounced off the railing and hit the guy in the left eyebrow.

Fatal took a round in the side but it only grazed him. Wicked fired letting the powerful rounds hit one of the Ballas in the chest opening his chest plate. The banger coughed up blood as he spent his last moments in agony. The shotgun was rapid squeezing off fast and she hit another, a muscular Baller with a shaved head wearing a purple hat with a B on it in the right leg tearing a huge hole in his thigh. He screamed as one of his homies dragged him to cover. A Baller wearing a white t and blue jeans with a thick head of curly hair carrying two 9mm's was ducked behind the black Felon next to his homie, a chubbier black male wearing a varsity jacket and blue jeans, with cornrows. "I'm about to make a move, cuz. These bitches are busy with the niggas in the apartments!"

The gang member advised, "You got weak heat compared to them bro don't do it!" The gang member, a tall male of 19 smiled saying, "It don't mater if i get em in the head it's over for they ass."

He came out firing both pieces like a western flick. Joaquin ducked as four rounds almost got him. He ducked down firing his AK-47 and hit the gang member in the right side of the torso. The gang member collapsed and before he could do anything else, Toker fired too hitting the man in the left eye blowing holes in the eye as well as up to the forehead taking chunks out of his brain. "Nah cuz! Shit!" Yelled the gang member and he came out firing an AKS hitting Joaquin in the stomach. He fell over but he returned fire and hit the man in the stomach with three rounds. Culebra reloaded and the fat gangster weakly staggered bleeding all over the ;pavement.

Chinita hit the gang member with a blast from her shotgun. She ran dry so she went for her Desert Eagle firing and hitting a female gang member, an overweight African American woman with cornrows and a gold stud. She hit the black girl in the chest with a round and the woman collapsed as her pistol discharged and a round struck the woman in the left leg. She fired hitting her again, blowing her guts all over the pavement. She aimed and fired hitting another gang member, a lighter skinned black man in the back hitting him in the spine.

Stomper got to cover next to Culebra reloading his Uzi's after having droped two more ESB members from across the street. "Hey I don't mind killing a bunch of chavalas and I don't usually need any reason other than they're the enemy but do we got a fuckin plan, here ese?"

Culebra nodded. "Yeah. This apartment complex is one of four major strong holds for East Side. A lot of these guys sling and even a few cook out of the apartment. There's at least one dude cooking sherm in one of these places. Even before I left I heard about this place. We're gonna destroy these apartments. Clear everybody out."

Toker heard what he said, "What about the families in there? I can't stand mayates homes but I don't want to shoot unarmed civilians either! not if I have a choice in the matter! Onda isn't in on this one bro so I'm not doing it and neither are my soldados! If you want to kill civilians, you're on your own with that."

Culebra asked, "The fuck you take me for?! I'm only here to kill Ballas. You know the reason why. We need to get the people out of this hood. We can get the non combatants out of here without having to kill them all! Killing more civilians than our carnales already have is gonna bring too much heat. We clear out all thirty of these apartments and we blow them all the fuck up!"

Toker agreed. "Orale! Only fuckers wearing purple die today!" He then shouted in Spanish for the rest of the gangsters to keep them covered, Culebra high tailed it to theBurrito. He had five grenades on him plus a jerry can. he would have to be very careful. He kicked open a door on the first floor and and African American man and a woman and their two kids were ducked down. Stomper fired at the ceiling. "ALL OF YOU OUTSIDE! NOW! MUERVETE!" The man protested, "This is my fuckin home man where am I supposed to go?!"

Culebra hit him in the gut with the butt of the rifle. "I don't give a shit! The suburbs, back to the south, Haiti, Africa, Australia just get out or you burn with the apartment! Start warning your neighbors!" He went into the apartment as the man weakly got out his wife helping him his two kids sheltered by their arms as they tried to flee but also duck the seemingly endless rounds exhamged between Vagos and Ballas. Culebra began to pour gas all around the apartment. Wicked came up and helped too clearing out the apartments while he poured into each apartment. Angel, Diablo, Fatal and Chinita were holding off Ballas reinforcements but each of them had taken some damage.

Diablo had taken a round through and through from an M4, that exited his shoulder and had entered from the back. Chinita had taken two rounds one in the back but was still going, plus one in the right side of her stomach which lodged near her ribs. Fatal took one round that grazed his left knee cap causing him to bleed but not to the point where he couldn't walk. Another round also grazed him in the side of the neck. Angel took one round in the left shoulder from a 5.56 same as Diablo and a round in the chest which by some miracle missed his major arteries and exited out of his back too. They were able to fight but in bad shape as more Baller cars blocked off the street. A Baller yelled, "ESB motherfucker! Bar Ho's suck dick!" Yelled one female member.

A male yelled, "Mexico be invading us, homie! Dump on them!" Joaquin had already gotten the first floor evacuated as Stomper cleared out the last two one of which had two men, who were not gangsters but who were dope dealers. They had shot at Stomper who had obliged them with automatic rounds in their guts.

Culebra ran out of gas for the jerry can. "We need more!" He yelled. Toker said, "There's one more in the burrito and there should be another in Angel's car if you need it!" Culebra grabbed it and hauled ass upstairs and felt a few rounds from a Mac strike him in the back. He hoped he wouldn't open up his stitches. Toker rained hell fire on the Ballas who did it with the AK, mopping up three of them, none of whom were older than twenty.

A Baller came out of the apartment after Culebra had already gassed three and civilians were hauling ass down the street in fear of their lives from the apartments. He fired a sawed off hitting the ex Marine in the chest knocking him back. Some of the gas spilled but Wicked fired her AA-12 hitting the guy twice in the head blasting his skull to pieces, chunks of brain matter decorating the rail and dirty white wall.

She helped him, up and he felt pain due to the blunt trauma from the blast despite the fact that the vest saved his nalgas. "I got you mijo...hang on!" He began to pour the rest and Stomper and Toker insisted, "Let us clear out the rest of the rooms, homie!" Before long he had the rest of that floor covered except one but he was out. Wicked informed him, "I'll go get you the last can, cover me!" He did as she asked and the Central American veered from cover to cover as she went back to near the parking lot. A baller with an M-16 drew on her but Culebra picked him off with seventeen in the upper torso. The ballas down there fired up at him hoping to kill him but were distracted again by the heavy fire Angel, Diablo, Chinita and Fatal were laying down. "Fuck your gay purple, fool!" Shouted Angel. "East Side Trece! Con Safos motherfuckers!"

Fatal tore a hole in another Baller, a black man wearing a white t shirt with purple lettering. SA for San Andreas. He then aimed down his sights at a light skinned female in a weave wearing a Wolves Football cap on backwards plus white and black track pants and a black half shirt revealing a diamond belly piercing. He hit her in the nose right where her nose ring on the side was. The round destroyed the middle of her face also destroying her nose dark red blood spraying everywhere as the cartilage was destroyed and the round also went up into her brain through her nasal cavity the same way that if you were to hit somebody right you could send their nose into their brain. "Putas con anillos en la nariz parecen toros de más de una persona!" Screamed Fatal in regards to her nose piercing.

Wicked emptied his rapid pistol into the last gang member who had arrived on the scene in the purple felon hitting the guy in the heart and his neck. Wicked picked up a Tec from a deceased Baller whom Chinita had killed. Wicked got him his can and she told him, "Here! I know you're a good shot...but i really don't like having to rely on somebody else to cover me!"

He told her, "I hear you! We're almost done!" He finished the last room on the second floor and began to move onto the third. Stomper and Toker were having a shootout with two Ballas, one in each room both next to each other one was firing from inside his doorway the other firing from inside his apartment out the window. Toker laid out the gang member inside with a headshot from his AK. The Vago shot caller reloaded while Stomper got the other black man in the right shin, and calf plus his ankle and Achilles tendon with eight rounds. Joaquin began pouring again as they vacated the next families in the next rooms. A family of African immigrants from Ghana of about six scurried down the stairs.

An African American man mouthed off to Stomper as he was forced out. "You wetback mothafucka! Go back across the border!" Stomper kicked him in the ass causing the man to stagger down the stairs and hit his head on every step. He cried in pain as his forehead was bloodied. "This is America homes! Not Africa!" The guy groaned, "i aint from Africa nigga I'm from Strawberry..." Stomper kicked him in the ribs and forced him down the next flight of stairs and he took more damage. "No difference between you and those fugees homeboy! You're the real immgrants! You and the gavachos get the fuck out of our hood!"

Toker agreed firing near the man but not at him. "SERIO! Esto es Aztlán! ¡Fuera!" The guy staggered as a neighbor helped him run. "They trying to kick everybody out and burn it down! Kill those spics, mayne!" Yelled a Baller. Just then a Green Manana pulled up and a black Calvaclade and four green clad bangers got out of each car. Angel unloaded his magazine at three of the four Family members in the SUV. "Tranny's? The fuck they doing here?!"

Culebra ran out of gas on the last three houses so he he shot the three doors down and went into each other chucking grenades into all three housing, three pins in his mouth. "Clear!" There was a deafening blast which sent him flying down the stairs hitting the rail hard.

He felt pain in his back reminding him of the agony when he hit the windshield after taking out Troy. Wicked and Toker helped him up and they headed down the stairs the rest of the way. "You all right carnal?" Asked Stomper. "i'm good, homes! But that shit hurt!" They finally got down to the street and Culebra, remembered he still had two grenades left. "GET TO COVER!" He shouted to Angel, Diablo, Chinita and Fatal.

They did going back to where their own vehicle was and Culebra tossed both frags at the blockade of Baller vehicles where several gangsters, both purple and green were firing Assault Rifles, shotguns, pistols, and SMG's at them. The blast was deafening and he saw blood and body parts decorate the street as the cars went up and several bodies went flying down the street too some in pieces others on fire. Culebra asked, "Why are there Families here too?!" Chinita shouted back, "Yo no say! They came up and started shooting!"

Finally they got far enough that Joaquin was able to shoot the gas trails. The way he had lined it up they went both ways and up stairs as he fired at different points causing the fire trails to go up plus into apartments. They all piled into the van and Culebra floored it as the flames went into each apartment. From a house across the street, a gang member, wearing a white and green varsity jacket, blue jeans, and a Fueds hat, carried a military grade assault rifle. He fired at the vagos car and several rounds went through the back and three hit Chinita in the back. She cried out as the wounds were severe. They took off but not before Joaquin parked the van telling Angel, "Get her in the van! I have some experience treating wounds!" They did as he asked and he fired at the man who had fired realizing the guy had a weapon both with a scope and a laser red beam. He fired hitting the gut and the man collapsed in the yard.

Culebra got into the back of the van ordering Stomper to drive. They did. They could hear sirens coming up the street, members of the Davis Sheriff's department, tearing up the street but unable to get to where Joaquin and the Vagos were due to the wreckage of burning debris. There was also regular LSPD, plus N.O.O.S.E. agents. The African family rushed towards the cops, the woman hugging the officer, her husband had accidentally caught a stray in the back and was wounded. The agents hugged her trying to clam her down and assess the situation the others moved towards the burning building, checking the casualties for survivors.

The gang member with the military grade Rifle, had taken three rounds in the thigh and one in the belly, hurt but not dead. He crawled away from the rifle trying to get towards the street to get away from the gun so as not to be associated with it and booked. He put his hands on his head waiting for help pretending to only be a victim. "Yo...! I'm hit!"

In the back of the van, as they took off down the street, Joaquin tried to keep pressure on the wounds, they had a medical kit in the back and he tried to stop the bleeding but she had excessive bloodloss. She had tears in her eyes. "Please...help me...I don't want to die..." She begged, tears in her eyes. He opened up her shirt further trying to keep pressure. "She has internal bleeding, Toke! She needs a hospital!"

He cried out, "I got a surgeon and a surgical kit at my pad, ese! Hospital is too much attention but this guy is the best!" The chola was scared and her light brown complexion was getting paler, "Please...don't le me die..I'm begging you...don't let them kill me..." He told her, "I won't..I won't let them get you just stay strong we're almost there, mija! We're gonna get you help!"

She reached for his hand to squeeze he gave her morphine for the pain. Toker was screaming in Spanish on his cell to the surgeon. "Okay he's gonna meet us there! Thank god my woman and kids aint home! We got three hours to clean up after we get done too you're all helping!"

Culebra tried to keep Chinita calm. "You're gonna be okay. You did good out there. Stay strong...you're a fighter I can tell!" She held his hand trying to smile as she coughed up blood. They carried her inside as they got to the house. She whimpered to him, "Culebra...will you stay with me...?" In case she died he didn't want to have to see but he said, "Yeah.,..I'll be there..."

She smiled saying, "you're...my guardian...guardian angel..." The surgeon got her ready for surgery they cleared off a space on the table. "Fuck...my wifes gonna shit but she knows her so she'll understand!" The surgeon said, "I can do this operation but you guys shouldn't have moved her! She's got gunshot trauma..."

Wicked shouted at him. "What the fuck you expect us to just leave him for enemigos or the juras?!" He had a blood pack ready for transfusion. "Okay...we gotta pt her under..." They tried to stabilize her and as the woman passed out she still held Joaquin's hand. He held hers hoping that if nothing else his own presence or whatever it took would keep her alive."

With that he got a text from his parole officer saying he wanted to meet for a piss test in two hours. Culebra gritted his teeth. "Fuck...I gotta go...if I don't it's my ass..." Wicked told him, "We've got her here she's strong we're gonna do whatever we can..."

The surgeon was telling Toker to hand him different tools and he had given each of them a surgeon mask and gloves. Fatal had tears in his eyes, worried, looking at his fallen homegirl. "Keep me posted!" He said running out.

He got to his Savannah and hauled ass back to his apartment. He needed to clean the blood off and change his clothes. Fucking puto how can he ask me to do this shit now?!

Three Hours Later

The P.O said, "So you're sure you haven't used an illegal drugs? Even marijuana is illegal for you. You're a felon and you don't have a medical card."

"For the fourth time, yes I'm sure. You have my sample I've answered your questions even the ones you reworded to sound like different questions that were really the same."

"Don't give me attitude, Joaquin, I'm not in the mood...so one last time you're sure you had nothing to do with the death of Troy Martinez? Because I mean...I know you were close to that sweet thing Amata...and you had injuries you were in the hospital for plus the nurses said you were injured in that drone attack in Davis. Just saying...ex military guy like you...think it's too much a stretch you get hands on drones?"

"I had nothing to do with it you fucking coconut. I was passing through and shit just started exploding everywhere. i didn't even know that was th guy. How do you even know?"

"We're the police. That and DNA tests. He was behind four shootings. Then again, if you didn't do it I'm pretty sure El Burro Heights did it was their turf they hit plus their hood rat they hit..."

"Don't call her a hood rat..."

"Why not? You sure there wasn't something going on with you and her? You barrio boys...you just can't keep it in your pants..."

"Even if that was true...that doesn't prove shit. How do you know it wasn't Families, Vagos or Aztecas?" The sellout Chicano PO scratched his chin. "That could be. But even still he hit Mara Bunta twice. First he shoots a pregnant girl, Mona...right? Then he kills another! I wonder who the father of Amata's unborn child was? I WONDER if we can do a dna test?"

"I've got an alibi..."

"I'm sure you do...but I wonder if Indio does? Ex guerrilla from the civil war in El Salvador...he's probably just as capable if not more than you...I guess our boys will have to go and have a chat with him."

Culebra was freaked about that but on the surface was calm. "You done?"

"Yea..for now..."

With that he left. He got a text from Toker. His heart skipped a beat. It told him that as much as they tried even the blood transfusion didn't help as six units of blood had spilled out from her chest due to the damage in her chest. Plus a pencil sized artery had been severed in her heart. She hadn't made it. Joaquin collapsed in a chair upon reading this. An Asian American woman, asked him, "Are you okay...?"

"I'm fine..." He said his voice cracking though he was anything but fine.

Ok thats it' people. Bear in mind when i was putting the finishing touches on this on 10/6/15, I have been awake for 48 hours straight so you gotta forgive the typos and fuck ups. Anyway so I know I'm putting off Franklin getting driven home from the hospital by Tavell but wanted to update one more chapter before delving into that plus Trevor and his predicament so with Franklin we'll jump back in time to see him interact with Tavell and then present time with Trevor.

As for actors/visual basis, Wicked from Brownside is the basis for Diablo while Angel is based on Toker from Brownside and Fatal is Danger from Brownside. As for Chinita, she is based on Angel Avilez from Mi Vida Loca. Not to be confused with the Toker and Wicked of this story who share the names of two of the Brownside rappers, but Toker is Jacob Vargas in this story AKA Edgar Carlos with a nickname the leader of Vagos in V who has no appearance but texts you in Online if you do 5 attacks on Vagos and Wicked is based on Nadine Velaquez who was The Rock's wife on Snitch and Catalina on My Name Is Earl. A reminder in case you all forgot.

As for Joaquin and Chinita dying though he did not know her since he tried to work on her wounds and give her relief before the surgeon she looked up to him so her death, though it was not on the turf of the gang stronghold, just as Indio and Toker had not wanted anyway, she still died and so he feels guilty because she saw him as a guardian angel and he feels more guilty because he had to leave her side for fear of getting sent back to prison.

As for those food stamps statistics they are for 2013 so I'm sure it changed a little in two years but not much all though I still don't know how 25% are unknown lol Asians had the lowest amount though i forgot what it was. So all though Stomper and Toker harbor prejudice, they did not want to harm civilians and only have in the past targeted civilians when asked to by Onda in a certain area but when there is a choice, Toker being a family man as well as Stomper doesn't like to harm innocent families all though he did knock the guy down the stairs but didn't kill him. I was gonna have him get a beer from the guy's fridge pour it on him light it and say "Have a drink, puto" but this chapter was brutal enough as it is.

As far as the racial remarks and all it might make some of you uncomfortable but shit is talked on both sides in the gang war and since Zane's story didn't finish and Zilla 2000 is going strong he's showing the black side I'm showing the brown but i will say that in GTA there has already been several black characters where as there has been no straight up brown characters, like a Mexican, American Indian, Salvadoran, Colombian etc protagonist. So I'm telling side that GTA has yet to do and probably never will. At least Saints Row let you pick what your character looked and sounded like.

Besides just like Felix is the exception to Mark's anti brown rule, Franklin is the same to Joaquin's. I decided to have them burn down a house similiar to how in East LA, when a black family tried to move into Hawaiian Gardens, a varrio that one of the first members of La Eme hailed from, the cholos fire bombed the apartment but I thought what if they blew up an entire apartment building like Trevor did O'Neill's in GTA V? Plus while this would bring heat anyway blowing a building up, it's still better than if a Vago or MBG member died at the scene leaving cops a body to id.

I don't know if I was able to make Chinita's fear of death emotional enough as she was only in this chapter and very short lived but I tried my best to convey her fear of death and seeing Joaquin as at least a potential savior, and he, felt responsible for her life and her death and whether intended or not got emotionally involved.

I added the bit about her blood transfusion not working as a homage to Selena, the Tejana singer (Of Chicana and some Cherokee ancestry believe it or not there;s a band of them in Mexico who fled to down there in the 1830's to escape the US removal.)shot by her own manager. See unfortunately, as I have no positive view of Christianity, or any type she was a Jehovah's Witness and JW's don't believe in blood transfusion, another instance of how religion can fucking kill you, and another instance of the whole trusting your faith instead of a doctor being misguided. See supposedly her father told the doc not to give her any blood transfusions due to their religion/cult but the doc said he would have gave more blood anyway because it's not like she was conscious to say don't give me more blood and like I showed with Chinita, she had too much damage done for the transfusion to work but the fact that any father because of their religion would say don't give my daughter blood even if it saves her life is sick and to me all though I love Selena her father and her brother are both pieces of shit. Her father because of that and her brother AB because on facebook he banned me from his page when i said that Latin isn't a race and that most Mexicans were as native as me. Self hating much? I mean Selena was aware of her Cherokee blood (And unlike many who claimed it she actually looked indigenous) and didn't deny it or it wouldn't have been on her bio. Anyway that's all for my ranting but that is some scary shit where if the damage is too much the blood transfusion won't help but i still think that is a cancer of the mind where you let your faith interfere with saving of a life because while blood transfusions couldn't have saved her there have been many cases where a person who was a JW could have lived but refused a transfusion and died because of it.

And people wonder why people say religion is bad? I'm not even atheist per say but at least my spiritual belief doesn't forbid a blood transfusion. Your own life or death doesn't have to prove your faith either. Sorry for the rant all that's just a pet peeve of mine.

In upcoming chapters Mara Bunta will also be engaged in a war with the skin heads at Vespucci Beach and Triads from downtown LS. It should be a nice change for all of you seeing them fight Aztecas,Ballas Families & Lost. Don't get it ttwisted those of you who speak on the Aryan Brotherhood and La Eme "Alliance" Surenos still fight and kill skin heads in and out of the joint. Besides the websites like wiki tells you Eme and AB have a strong alliance while the Black Guerrilla Family and Nuestra Familia is a loose alliance. They have it backwards. AB might harbor some racist views others just wear the swastilka more as a brand and only care about green and protection but at the end of the day they are Eme's slaves not the other way around.

And another myth around LA's hoods is that Eme went to AB for a drug alliance but it's the other way around. The shit i'm telling you on here is already known by both civilians and law. So it's no consequences. Other stuff I couldn't tell you if i wanted. But like if you watch Blood In Blood Out see it it's on youtube it shows how La Eme, took over the pen from both whte neo nazi prison gangs and the black ones they fight both this was before NF existed though. Plus in American History X the skin head Derrick gets angry that his whit supremacist brothers are being given heroin by the mexican mafia which they sell to their own people basically he was saying they didn't believe in shit if they buy dope from Mexicans which they then sell to their fellow Aryans.

So Joaquin will be spilling plenty of skin head blood and it will be as racial with anglos as it has been with blacks from families and ballas. With the Triads there will be some of that as far as slurs but it's more over territory and who stepped on who's toes.

Also for slang Con Safos is a calo (Chicano slang basically is to brown what ebonics is to black those of you new) to say you can't fuck with us. It's kinda likr when a gang is kicking the ass of another gang you'd say your barrio like let's say for instance you're from Avenues the Sureno gang in North East LA you would say Avenues or Avenidas Rifamos meaning literally Avenues Rule. East Side Trece is also the gang Brownside comes from the heart of their hood being 49th st in South Central their biggest enemy right now is the Rolling 20's bloods. So that was reference to that al though in this the Brownside rappers are from the Vagos based on Florencia it's still the east side of South Central so you could still say eastside trece you're a trecero aka a sureno from the e/s south central.

As for Fatal what he was saying about the Baller female with the nose piercing was that women with nose piercings look more like bulls to him than a human being me and my friend from NYC pretty much agree on that much. I mean i guess on some it can be cute but it's still gross when you think about it they have to take it out and clean it but especially a nose ring in the center makes you look even more like a taurus. It's more hilarious and disturbing than sexy

Anyway that's all for now.