Concrete Jungle

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

A cartel hitman, an ex soldier, a wayward gunmen with no cause, an ex KGB agent, & a familiar family oriented coke addicted thug find their way to sunny LS finding themselves around similar scum. Immoral car salesmen, low life bangers, king pins, & hackers. When an eventual rift in the friendship divides their destinies, alliances shift & none of them will ever be the same again.

25. We Need To Talk

Neto

As they entered the hacienda of the the rival cartel, the tensions were high. Neto had two friends at his side. Alberto Valdez, and Santiago Alvarez, . The Zeros were already putting up a fight against them as they came onto the compound. "What the hell are we even doing against these jokers, bro?" Asked Santiago.

"Don't you remember, wey? One of their luitenants killed the governor down in Guerrero cause he would't play ball. He's been taking bribes from other city officials, drugs, prositution, theee's nothing these cocksuckers don't have a hand in. Rape, child prostitution, they're kidnapping daughters to be wives. Sick shit, brother. The world my never know it but we're doiing everybody a big favor by putting these cockroaches out of our misery."

AK rounds went off as Los Zero bodyguards opened fire defending the compound. "You motherfuckers don't belong here! We pay our debts! You have no right to come after us! You and your whole families are goibg to be raped anmd killed!"

Neto spotted a bodyguard, a slicked haired mestizo and he fired at one of the soldiers hitting a man named Eduardo. He hit the man in the neck. Neto fired his own Assault Rifle hitting the man in the chest who luckily had no body armor on. The rounds tore into the cartel thug. Santiago spotted a man coming at him from the right and he let the man have it with a head shot. "Fuck chest shots! We aim for the peanut in Tenochitlan!" Neto took several rounds in the chest as more cartel thugs fired. They took some cover behind th hedges and he returned fire from cover. He tried to ignore the pain.

Alberto fired a grenade at the men defending the entrance. The blast took out three men dismembering them. Three more were wounded and before any could try and recover, the soldiers rushed forward picking them apart. "Come on, you child raping cocksuckers! The grim reaper's come for your fucking ass!" Neto yelled as he spotted a cartel goon, this time of Spanish descent opening fire at him. Captain Jaime Rodriguez called out, "If any of you want to survive, give up Juan Sandoval! If you resist none of you will be spared."

"Fuck your mother!" Sreamed a Zero as he fired an M79 down at them. "The arny is coming for all of you assholes!" Shouted the Captain as he sprayed his Assault Rifle dropping two cartel goons, one with six rounds in the chest and four in the stomach and two on the left knee, the other with seven rounds in the head. A female soldier, Emiliana Vegas a pretty brown skinned woman from Morelo dark chinita eyes and jet black hair standing at five foot five yelled, "Snipers on the balcony!"

"You are enemies of Mexico!" Yelled Alberto as he unloaded a flurry of rounds as a cartel thug tried to flank Neto. Alberto unloaded on his face. Emiliana managed to wound one of the shooters on the other took out a soldier named Alfredo Guitirez. "Oye puta! You're pretty! You would make a good working girl! What will it be? Cleaning the toilets or cleaning my pito with your tongue?"

Emiliana's response was to throw a frag grenade up at the balcony. An explosion followed and followed by that was a scream of pain that seemed to last for eternity until it died down like a flam burning out. "The cartel is for cowards!" She yelled. Neto gulped at that. Techjnically he was still a Madrazo goon, as it was Madrazo who had gotten him out of prison after that shooting at the zoo. The Madrazo's were not as bad as the Zeros but he knew they were still baf He liked her and he knew she e at leas respected him. He didn't know how much she would if she knew he was both a pawn for the Madrazos and an Azteca. He knew then she would probably want to see him either dead or in prison. He tried to not think about it.

"When this is over drinks are on me, hombre!" Yelled Santiago as he let off a smoke grenade and they breached the house. "This is a nice mansion! It won't be for once we're done with it!"

They had blown up the front entrance too. The Captain had Emiliana and Santiago go in together and Neto and Alberto went in through the front while Santiago and Emiliana went in through a side entrance. Several women who looked like models came from the back of the mansion and like the men, they were armed. A good chunk of them were either light skinned mestizas or medium brown ones but a lot were castias and Criollas. A lot of them could have been models by the looks of them but were probably either whores or girlfriends of the cartels.

Then again knowing the eros there was a good chance they were both. They were all armed with AK's. They fired hitting a female soldier named Adriana Martinez. She was wounded but not dead v=but her team mates had to carry her. Neto aimed at a trio of the cartel putas and let off the remainder o his magazine. He got toi cover behind a wall reloading having hit all three killing one and wounding two. Santiago came through and he shot the other two in the head. "We've gotta find that Cero dick head!" Cried Santaigo. They went room to room in the mansion and Emiliana managed to take down two more cartel females. They made it into a room going up the stairs and a grenadier fired into a room that was full of five hostiles.

Alberto took a round in his right arm where the body armnor didn't protect him. Neto checked on him. "Are yoi all right?" The man grunted, "It's just a flesh wound"

He fired still, as the round had only grazed him but two more hit him and one did get his shoulder for real this time. Santiago ran to help him as he fwell from his wounds only to be hit by another cartel goon carryingg an AK with aror piercing rounds. He hit the man in the back. Neto fired the remainder of his magazine into the man but it went ampty after 5 rounds. He cjharged into the man hitting him in the face with the rifle. Emiliana and the Captain held off other cartel goons who tried to get through.

Santiago bled oyt from hiswounds. "I don'tthink I'm going to make it, boys. I'm fucked..."

Hang on brother we're going to get you both out of here,"

Emiliana helped Alberto up while Neto helped Santiago. "It doesn't matter...just get Sandoval. That cabron needs to be six feet under. Every minute he breathes is a crime against humanity. Against Mexico."

More rounds rang out and a cartel thuig withwhite skin and jet gray hair and a mustache wearing a Hawakiin t shirt and a Cuban gold chain necklace fired at them. The man's rounds hit Neto's friend in the side of the face near the left side of his mouth. The Captain fired hitting the man in the stomach and the cartel goon fell as the Catain aimed for his heart and hit him with three more rounds. As the gang member lay dying in a ppol of his own blood, Neto began to kick him in his wonds. "You motherfucker! You killed him! You son of a bitch! He was a good man!" The Captain and two other men pulled him off the dying man who was now in more pain. One of the soldiers withdrew a pistol and finished the man with a head shot.

They got upstairs finally and it seemed the other soldieshad cleared a path as Netocounted ten more cartel corpses riddlred with rounds. He spotted the man they were looking for finally. Sandoval, a castizo of mostly Euuropean but some indigenous blood a man wity a crew cut and pale semi tan skin and gray eyes, aimed a Desert Eagle at the head of a woman. "Back off! Or I'll blow her away!" Neto told him, "Give it up, punk. You're done here. Your gang is done. We're shutting you down."

The Captain stated, "Neto let me do the talking! Okay, Sandoal. You have two choices. Drop the weapon and surrender or we will end you."

"You do, she is dead...I am worth more to you alive than dead.."

"You're a coward! Hiding behind a woman."

"I am worth a hundred of them!" Neto finally fired hitting the woman in the leg and she fell over. He then aimed and fired hitting the man with 11 riounds in the chest but Emiliana had already put one in the man's head. The Captain spat, "So much for taking this bastard aliveIt looks like these assholes did a number on the Federal police. No wonder they called in the big guns."

Neto, as they looked to clear the rest of the mansion found the bodies of police officers who had als joined in the radid f the mansionm since both the militar y and police had led the radi on this mansion. He spotted more cartel bodies too indicating that though many officers had died, they did not go down without afight. Finally they found a room full of women, and many of them were semi nude, several were high and others were beaten up. The police reenforcements began to getthem out of there. Some of them were women from the rural countrysides, others from the big city some from Central America and a few were even from the United States.

Neto recognized a blonde woman, a gavacha. She had been obn the news in the past since she had been kidnapped by the cartel and her father had been aprosecuter and they had kidnapped her to be a concubine for a a gang leader. He had hoped to do some good in the army but he didn't think he would actually be returning somebody who had been away from their father so long her family back into their arms. It had been years.

Neto didn't like Americans. He didn't even like white Mexican civitzens but he still felt empathy in that nobody deserved to be captured against their ill andsubject to sex slavery. "Are these girls going home, Captain?" The Cptyain nodded. "Yes those who have homes to go back to. Especially those younger. Some will need drug rehabilitation. Many might have Aids. Do not worry about the negative muy friend. You did good today. So did you Emiliana. That woman has a gunshot to the leg but it is better than a gunshot to the head. You are heroes."

"No..." Neto stated. "Santiago was a hero...and he's not even here anymore..."

2013

Neto sat at the mino bar in the apartment. He was drunk as hell but he poured himself another shot. He didn't like reliving his past. He had been an Azteca, and a cartel man and then a soldier and then a Zapatista and now it seemed he was still an Azteca and still working for Madrazo, but he was a refugee now. So it seemed not much changed. Then again, when he looked at the simpler days wheh he was an Azteca and then a cartel goon and soldier and a revolutionary fighter, he felt as though he had died and been reincarnated five times. Buddhists believed in reincarnatiomn and so did Hindus and they believed nce the soul had learned its lesson it could cachieve enlightenment and move on. But eh had learned nothing. It seemed as though he was just rapped in the same old patern.

He tried to think of his happier days when he was still a child before he ever got involved with gangs or drugs. There was so much about that period in his life he didn't remember. He still remembered the faces of his parents and his grandparents but even they it seemed were starting to fade in his memory. He was starting to forget his grandparents. There were certain aspecsts of them he could no longer recall.

He didn't know if it was the ice causing this shit or if it was just because he was getting older. It didn't matter. He didn't expect he would be alive much longer. He looked down at the shot glass as asingle tear went down his cheek as he remembered the past. Santiago had been a good friend. He'd lost a lot of friends to guns and he had lost others to time and distance. He swiftly brushed it away and in a rage, hurled the shot glass at the sink shattering it. He would clean it up later. For now, he needed to pass out. He had the urge to do some crystal but he decided against it.

Ivan

48 Hours Earlier

The stolen gray blue Alpha took the two men away from Vespucci Beach. "So you say you know where this man is that can help?" Kuma assured him, "Yes. One of my old contacts from East Berlin."

"Shit. I never trusted those fuckers. Communism should never be made by force. Then again, considering what they were before the Soviet Union came in, I'd say them being annexed was a fair price."

"You really think so? Remember World War II was six years for most people. For my country it started in the 30's and Mussolini was the bigger problem for us. But Germany was only in Russia five or six years give or take. The Berlin wall didn't come down for over 40 years. I don't thinlk that's exactly even."

"My grandfather was in the Red Army. I knew him when I was a boy. Twenty four million people died counting civilian and military. I'd say the forty four years of occupation is a light punishment for the entire lifetimes denied by that many people."

"Maybe old friend but a lot of Soviet troops raped women there. You and me are die hard communists but we cannot deny the attrocities of our countries. Any true patriot has to admit his country's wrongdoings and not just ignore them and pretend they don't exist. If we did that, we would be no better than Americans."

"I'm not denying what Russia did. For fucks sake, more people died during peace time under Stalin than there were those in war. But are you forgetting what the Germans did to the Herero and Namaqua? That was a fucking blood bath. The German barely took any casualties compared to them. And what casualties they did take was justified."

"I know. I am simply saying that all of Germany can't be blamed for the past. They have a lot more remorse for what they have done in the past than the United States or Britain does. They love to rub it in our faces too. They say how amazing their country is and how awful yours and mine is and they say that if we do have pride in our country why do so many move to the United States?"

"Of course. All while glossing over the fact that they fucked up these countries themselves. I remember in school people used to say love it or leave it. I guess they still do. In the Cold War and post 2001. There is not much difference. Both ages are obsessed with national security and blind patriotism. Both have illegal wars. But all the while, they forget that their foreign policy is what fucked up most of the rest of the world. America is like an obese man and England is like one of those models that Vinewood presents as the beauty standard. The fat man overeats and the woman likes expensive clothing They're a couple. They go around robbing poor people blind to feed their greed. Iran, Ethiopia, Mexico, China. That hard case back in my apartment. Do you think even a fraction of guys like him would be here if it wasn't for the North American Fair Trade Agreement? Fair trade my ass. It's just a legal way to say you're getting fucked."

There was silence and then Ivan said, "Anyway, so who is this guy and what does he know about my father?" Kuma explained, "His name is Adalrik Huber. Despite what you may think of East Germany and their loyalty or whatever you want to call it, he did agree with the ideals of some of what we did. He was flipped over to the US side. He wanted immunity for himself. You may not have known this because you were just a child but this man knew both of your parents in the past. He even knew your grandfather."

"So he might know where they are?" The Ethiopian nodded. "Yes. Possibly. I'm not making any promises but he was privy to a lot of information. I guess he became an IAA agent to save his own ass. He got himself immunity. I don't know how he did it but he did. He was allowed to go back to Germany after the war but he has helped in wars since then. He even was willing to help them get two Americans who spied for the Soviets. One FIB agent from Virginia and one IAA agent from Wisconsin. He brought these men's names to the IAA's attention."

"Yes, and now both of those men are serving life sentences for espionage. He's a fucking traitor and deserves a bullet in the brain. But maybe, if what he can tell us about my father is good information, I might spare the son of a bitch...then again maybe not. It depends how I feel. Like you, I can't make any promises either."

They pulled up behind a red Feltzer. "That's him. Stay behind him but don't make him suspiscious."

They began to follow the man keeping some distance between the two. The man was a tall Caucasian of about Six Foot Five. He was older than Ivan by about ten years or more and he had gray hair and a lot of wrinkles. He wore a gray jacket over a dark Navy blue polo shirt and gray pants. The man began to head up the GOH and Ivan followed.

"If he was willing to sell out two KGB agents just to save himself, then who knows just how many others he betrayed? He could have been responsible for the police being able to kill my mother and arrest my father. Because as far as I know if my father isn't dead, and isn't in some black op prison, either way they'd never let him out. I know what they do to people accused of espionage. But my father was behind assassinations. It's a miracle he's not dead himself. Maybe he is but I have heard different. Either way I have to know."

"We shouldn't jump to conclusions," The Ethiopian immigrant stated. "For starters, those two men compromised the most IAA agents out of any two KGB agents. I respect your father but not even he was ever that slick. But then, it looks like he may have faced the same fate as them. Why do you think that your father is even in Los Santos?"

"I've been hearing it from Los Santos Bravta, Liberty City Bravta and even back home in Moscow. He has to be here. I know there are IAA in this state too even if they are supposed to be overseas they aren't. The US is always pulling illegal shit."

Just then, the man sped up ahead of them, it seemed he knew they were onto him. "Shit, we've been compromised!" Ivan sped up and the man changed lanes and Ivan did the same. "Don't let him get away he could be our only shot!" Kuma cried. "Oh don't worry I won't,"

The middle aged man fired out of the window at Ivan, firing a Walter P99 at him. Ivan returned fire with his new MP-443 Grach out the window back at the car and the older man ducked down and at least three rounds from Ivan hit the window. Kuma fired a Glock 17 out of the window too. A lot of cars on the freeway panicked and drove the other way or pulled over. Others pulled over to let the shooting cars get ahead of them and then let them get a good distance and kept going. If Ivan had not been busy, he would have smiled at this, admiring commuter determination to get to where they were going.

The German stopped firing and did not try to again, indicating he had possibly run out of ammo or that he was too busy driving to reload and had likely counted on the shots he'd had in the gun being enough to dispose of the two men chasing him. "We shouldn't kill him. If he's dead, he can't talk," Kuma warned. "Good point," Ivan said and he shot out the man's back tires. The car skidded and the man flipped his wheels."Shit!" Kuma cursed. "I said DON'T kill him!" The car rolled over a few times and Ivan worried that he might have killed the guy but then it rolled over onto its side and the airbag had gone come out. He spotted the German writhing in pain. "He looks alive to me. For now."

Ivan got out of the car and the man cut himself free of the seat belt with a knife and he came out of the car firing the P99 having reloaded it at some point between before the crash and now. Ivan fired aiming carefully hitting the man in the right hand. The man cried out falling against the car in pain as blood gushed from the wound. Kuma grabbed the German's Walther and pointed it at him along with his own pistol. "Is that any way to greet a fellow Soviet?" Asked Ivan. "I am not a Soviet. I am an American and German citizen. When are you idiots going to understand that?" Asked the man in a slight accent.

"You think you can escape the past with a few marks on a piece of paper? We just wanted to talk. Where is Misca Azarov?" The man spat, "Gehen Sie selbst ficken! I have no idea what you are talking about."

Ivan drove his knee into the wounded man's hand. "We can do this any way you want, comrade but there's one thing I want you to remember. I get my way too."

The man screamed, "Euch Russisch Schwanzlutscher! You are living in the past. Mischa Azarov is dead. Or wishing he was. Who the fuck are you?"

He looked at Kuma and stated, "I thought I smelled another Soviet buffer state...Kuma...long time no see..."

"Not long enough. This is Baba Yaga. He's a very bad man. I'd listen to him if I were you."

"I heard of you...mobster thug from Hove Beach. What do you want with Azarov?"

"I am Azarov. I'm his son."

"Bullshit.."

"No. Not bullshit. Don't you remember how a teenage boy was spotted in the nation's capitol when the shooting happened? Take a closer look."

"Your father is serving fifteen consecutive life sentences. And I can't tell you where. They will take my freedom. Or worse. How did you find me?"

"Don't worry about that. And if you don't tell me where he is, I will kill you."

The man looked at Ivan and then at Kuma as cars drove by, seemingly none of them stopping to help despite the accident. Ivan had seen this happen on the east coast and even the south when he had been there a few times several years ago. "You see that, comrade?" Stated Adalrik. "People are too self involved to help. That is why communism will never work. Everybody cares only about their own preservation and interests to even help a car accident victim. You think I'm going to help you find your terrorist KGB father?"

"Don't do it for him or for me, then. Do it for yourself. We're still in public but once me and my friend here put you in the trunk that is where the real fun will begin. If you tell me something to go on now, I'll let you keep your teeth fingers and toes. More importantly, your life. I dont want to torture you but I will. I'm appealing to your logic."

"Or option C. I die today and tell you nothing. Other than what I have already told you. I'm not telling you where he is but I will tell you where he isn't. He's not in San Andreas. He's not even in the United States. But he is probably being sodomized," Adalrik said with a grin. Ivan grabbed him by the collar. "You're not getting away that easily. Come on.,"

The man made himself fall over and Kuma kicked him saying, "I invented that trick. Get up," Huber chuckled spitting up blood clearly having internal injuries from the car crash. "You want to know how you get observers like this to stop being observers and realize that our problems are their problems, my Soviet Comrades?"

Ivan rolled his eyes as he opened the trunk. "Sure. I could use a good laugh," The German sneered. "You have to make your problem their problem. You have to put the problem in their face not on the side of the road. You have to make it so they can't ignore it."

"That's fascinating," Ivan said as Kuma got some rope. "Now get in the trunk and give Kuma your hands."

"I'll show you," The East Berlin native stated. "Auf Wiedersehen , du Kommunisten fickt!"

(Goodbye you commie fucks!)

He head butted Ivan who staggered back and his pistol discharged and the man threw himself into oncoming traffic and he was hit by a Bobcat and sent flying. "Shit!" The ex KGB agent cried out in frustration and pain as his nose bled. "Come on we need to leave," Kuma stated. "We don't have a location but that's more information then we had."

Packie

He found himself sitting across the desk from the strange black woman. "So...it looks like from what you told me your brother was brought in on racketeering charges. And he has a fifty year prison sentence. Now i'm going to level with you. I know you and your brothers are involved in street crime. And I know there's been bad blood against you and the mafia. And recently there's been trouble in the streets plus your brother."

"Yeah..fucking Frankie. He's Liberty City's biggest cocksucker."

"Yeah, I've heard of some of the coruption allegations against him and his policies in North Holland. Probably the only people that hate him as much as his family are the people that live there. I've heard things here and there. Hearsay in court but still. Where he's had people in North Holland killed on is orders. I don't know for sure if it's true but I wouldn't put it past anybody in the LCPD."

"Oh trust me, if you think Frankie did it, he probably did. Anyway, do you think we have a chance at getting him out?"

"I think maybe we can get his case overturned but I would need to be able to prove that he was wrongfully arrested. The LCPD is pretty serious about locking up people ith gang ties."

"Well I know that but the mafia still has people on the streets. Ya know before Gerry went inside..." He then looked at her and said, "This stays bbetween us right?" She nodded. "Yeah. Attorney client privillege. I mean technicall I'll be your brothers attorney but you can say waht you want to me. Whatever it is, it stays between us. Th last thing I want to do is help the prison industrial complex. And most prisoners, regardless of background, ethnicity, or finances are in for non violent crimes. Non violent offenders are filling upprisons. So where are all these murdrers and rapists the police are getting off the streets? What do our taxes pay for?"

"Well I wouldn't exactly call Gerry non violent but he was arrested for non violent crimes I mean I'm not gonna deny we have our hustles here and there on teh streets but to go after us and overlook the mafia is insane. We've stood tall against them but we never made as much money off gambling or protection or loan sharking as they do. It's gotta be the Anceolitti's...their goons from Albania shot up my brother's funeral."

"okay well given what you told me I can definitely look into it. I normally would be a pro bono lawyer but I'm going to ave to charge a fee in order to do the kind of research I need and call im the favors I need to try and get him out of prison."

He looked at her with a smile and said, "That won't be a problem, lass. We can cover any attorney fees. Nothing we haven't done a million times before for our boys. Hey what kind of last name is Jenkins?" She smiled, a bit flushed by th question. "It's...English i think...possibly with Dutch and Welsh roots. Why?"

"It would be better if you were even if only partly. If you're gonna meet with Gerry well...you'll see...I'll be in touch."

After he bid her farewell, he left the office he looked at the new contact number in his phone. He got both her office and her personal phone. Just then a text came in from Gordon. Bad news, Packie. Gerry's in the infirmary. The guineas shanked him during yard time.

Shit! He thought. He got a second text from a number he didn't recognize. It was asking to meet in Middle Park. He texted the number back Who is this?

Neto

Lost Time

Paul had been called by Lamar as they had set up a deal between the Aztecas and the Families and Paul had reached out to Neto.

El Pajaro was dark skinned, and from El Salvador. He was of Pipil descent and he had a goatee. He had a large wide nose and high cheek bones, his eyes somewhat squinty. He stood at five seven but despite this he was muscular but still somewhat slender in the muscular but skinny kind of way. He wore a white wife beater and a blue bandanna was tied around his neck. He looked to be in his late twenties.

His back was covered in tattoos as he could see too. "Que paso. ¿De donde eres?" Asked the Salvadoran Azteca.

(What's up. Where you from?)

Santa Muerte told him, "¿Originalmente? Mérida," (Originally? Mérida)

This was the capitol of Yucatan but he had lived a lot of his life in Chiapas and that was cerrtainly not safe however, Azteca or not he wasn't about to tell this guy too much just yet. "Pero mi barrio Primero es Rancho, wey. ¿De donde eres? ¿San Salvador?"

(But my primero neighborhood is Rancho, wey. Where are you from? San Salvador?)

"Antiguo Cuscatlán. Blaine Condado Traviesos es con quién estoy ahora. Mi cliqua en el sur no importa ya que no puedo ir a casa ahora. Las cosas cambian. Esa es la forma como es."

(Blaine Condado Traviesos is who i'm with now. My clique down south doesn't matter since I can't go home now. Things change. That's just the way it is.)

"Déjame adivinar. Sombra Negra es la razón para ello?"

(Let me guess. Sombra Negra is the reason for it?)

The Salvadoran looked at him in a way that indicated that was both too personal of a question and likely what had happened. Despite the rivalry that had carried into Central America between Varrio Los Aztecas and Marabunta Grande, there were government death squads in El Salvador that were attacking both. In a way, Neto understood it. The people were tired of the havoc gangs were wreaking on civilians. Still, what certain Azteca and Marabunta members did as far as offenses varied. Many were rapists and many were murderers but he felt that somebody shouldnt have to be shot without trial for somebody elses deeds. Then again, it was that same blind ignorance in which a gang member might gun down a rival for something a different gangster did.

A few more Aztecas approached. A somewhat chubby Honduran woman in her mid twenties approached. She was from Ranco but Neto had never seen her before. She was pretty, just a bit chubby. She wore clothes more like a cholo and had dark black hair and golden skin. "Santa Muerte," Big Demon called. "This is Chela. From our varrio,"

"How co,me I never seen you before?" He asked. "I got deported. It took me a year to get back."

Big Demon said, "That right there? That's Chucky," He pointed to a cholo of Guatemalan descent who stood about five foot five. Chucky had a pompadour the way old school cholos did plus shades. He wore a black buttoned up shirt with only the top buttoned up plus blue jeans and a hair net. He's representing Blaine too."

Ortega explainef, "You already know we have a lot of people from Rancho that got pushed out by Vagos but it ended up being more convenient to have some of the illegals just come in across the border and set up here. We might be north of LS but la migra is catching people out here a lot more than the desert. More places to hide. Plus gente are used to crossing through desert anyway."

"So whats this deal you got us in on with the families?" Asked Demon. "They got word about some Lost MC guys from East Vinewood moving a shipment of yayo from Los Santos to Stab City. They hate the Ballas and so do we so we figured it'll be easy to move on them more later. The homies in Strawberry are having a hard time with the South Side Ballas. Vagos kick Familues and Ballas asses all day but we gotta show the Ballas we mean business too."

"I don't know bro. I don't trust them," Stated Gata. "The Families are still enemies too. We just don't hate them as much but pedo still jumps off with them too. Walking into a deal with them sounds like am ambush que no?"

"I don't think so. if they do, we'll fuck them up," Gordo said. "Besides, me and Slim go way back. Same with Rhino and even Lamar. That rez dog Santa Muerte brougt around here isn't the only one who knows them. Only that puto met Lamar on Life Invader i knew homeboy since High School. Him and his boy Franklin but I aint seen much of him either."

"I don't like you kicking it in Chamberlain Hills, entiendes?" Big Demon stated. "If you got a rapport with them tha's firme it can help us make this deal. Really in a way Paul is like our mole inside The Families in case any of them try anything he knows what's up and what they're planning. But as far as trusting them? Chale. That has to be earned and right now the only thing you can trust about them is that they love money just like anybody does and that they hate the Ballas. That's enough for a small understanding but we're not gonna be parting with them."

"Hey I been to th pen too, dog," Gordo stated. "I know what's up. I'm not saying I got love for Carson ave or even those Davis Neighborhood putos. I'm just saying Lamar's all right by me. We've smoked a lot of bud together. The way I see it we got a lot more enemies than friends and i don't really like the Vagos at least not ones from around here and i sure as hell don't like Marabunta."

From what Neto had come to learn about Gordo is that he didn't have much of a problem with the Vagos that lived in El Burro Heights some of whom probably got into with the Marabunta Grande members who lived there and in fact probably felt sympathy for them but as far as Rancho Vagos went he hated them especially the ones around Jamestpown and the Rancho projects.

"So where are we meeting these fuckers?" Asked El Pajaro. "And how are we going to decide who gets what as far as the split? I mean you got compas from Rancho but I'm from Blaine so how does that work? Fifty fifty? I'm all for sharing with compas from another barrio but I don't see how it's fair if we get 25 of the 50 and Rancho gets 25 while the Families get a whole 50%. If you ask me it sounds like they're getting the better end of the deal and the only ones who would be getting fucked worse than us are the bikers."

"That would be true," Ortega stated, "If that's what we were doing. But we're not. We know that if we did try and split what we steal that's exactly how it would be and that's why it wouldn't work since we're only dealing with one family set and it's not like they're divided on it."

"Actually, CGF has a break off set. Forum Gangsters so they might be doing the same thing," Gordo interupted. "Was I talking to you, ese?" Asked Ortega. Gordo, being the cabron that he was looked like he wanted to mouth off to the Blaine County OG but Big Demon shot him a look of warning so the overweight cholo kept it to himself. "We're going to be bringing it to an associate of mine in the desert. A man who works for a man who has a lot of power. They'll be paying us. We'll need a person who represents both sides to be trusted with the payment for the drogas. a go between for each gang."

"Orale. Then it should be Neto," Big Demon said. Gordo didn't like this. "Por que?" The shot caller said, "You and me are from where we're from. A lot of the paisas that c ome in from cliquas down south sometimes end up riding with the newer cliques in the desertr rather than here cause usually fuckers don't trust outsiders out here but he's proven his worth. And in a way he's neithr Blaine County or Rancho. He's a Chiapas Azteca."

"When did you decide this?" Gordo demanded. "Earlier. Me and Ortega talked about it besides there's another reason for later that will be discussed after we get the shit."

"Orale...I guess we better head out then."

The pelon got into his black Blade and Chela got in with him. Neto got in a brown Glendale. Gata and Morena as well as Tiny. Big Demon had the girl from before that they had rescued, Dimples get into his car. It seemed she was better now Oretga, El Pajaro and Chucky got into Ortega's dark blue Chino pushing the front seat forward so that Chucky could get in the back. Four more Aztecas got into a white Cognesetti and began to drive out as well. Big Demon gave them orders in Spanish about where to go. They wouldn't all be riding into Chamberlain Hills so he had the backup compas on stand by. He pulled his ride alongside Neto's car.

"We're all going to wait for you near Vespucci Beach. The Lost convoy should be going that way. We're going to make sure we watch over that way. The families will be keeping a trucha for the roads north another way. You're going to go meet them. Then you'll go your separate 'll go the way they go and set up there. You guys on the other hand, are going to go to the Lost MC bar outta East Vinewood. When the truck goes out, you follow them. Whether those fuckers try and go our way or the way the families go, we'll have so,mebody waiting on them."

"Why do you need all this muscle just to jack one shipment, ese?"

"We heard they might actually have two truckloads of shit. And if one goes one road to Blaine County the other should go the other way if what I hear is good. If that's true, we want to jack them both. And if there are two, that should settle us up as far as payment between our boys and theirs pretty well."

"Okay. I'm on it. And appreciate the firepower," Big Demon smiled. "What's mine is yours, cousin. It's a cold world for guys representing what we do. So we gotta stand together. Hey for what it's worth, i'm glad to have you on board. We need more hombres like you up here."

They began to drive out to Chamberlain Hills with Gordo also following Neto as he was to be involved in the discussion too. Neto wanted to make sure Paul was all right. He didn't want him hanging out with the Families and it was a bad idea to have him be a mole from within. He didn't want to put his friend in that kind of position but maybe Big Demon, despite his respect for Neto, just saw Paul as an expandable outta town gun.

"Oye, ¿qué pasa con el Gordo sapo chupar la polla? ¿Qué clase de mierda es eso? Si esto fuera Chiapas habría recibido un disparo por ahora. Puede que no haya familias o Ballas allí, pero no hay realmente Rifas donde vengo bien pero nuestra Merro Merro todavía nos criaron con suficiente sentido común para saber que tienen que ser disparado a la vista. Así que ¿por qué diablos se le fraternizando con un montón de chavalas?"

(Hey, what's the deal with Gordo sucking toad dick? What kind of bullshit is that?If this were Chiapas he would have been shot by now. There might not be Families or Ballas down there but there's not really Rifas where I come from either but our merro merro still raised us with enough sense to know they have to be shot on sight. So why the fuck is he hanging with a bunch of chavalas?)

"No se preocupe por las cosas pequeñas, wey. No me gusta que decírtelo, pero esto no es la patria, hermano. Esta es America. animal completamente diferente que no?," Explained Tiny " Esa es la forma como es. Muchos de nosotros creció con cualquiera de las familias o los Ballers. No estamos separados de un límite norte y el sur como el Rifas."

(Don't sweat the small stuff, wey. I hate to break it to you but this ain't the homeland, bro. This is America. Completely different animal you know? That's just the way it is. A lot of us grew up with either the Families or the Ballers. We aren't separated from a north and south boundary like the Rifas.

Gata chimed in, "Fui a la escuela con algunos de ellos yo mismo. Algunos de sus homegirls. Solíamos ser amigos me y una de ellas. Pero ella era una perra Davis Barrio. Fuimos por caminos separados, incluso antes de que ambos comenzó a golpear. Yo tenía un novio en el tiempo, así que nunca estuvimos tanto más se quedó embarazada por lo que no se limitó a dejar de colgar conmigo dejó colgando con sus propios amigas."

(I went to school with a few of them myself. A few of their homegirls. We used to be friends me and one of them. But she was a Davis Neighborhood bitch. We went separate ways even before we both started banging. I had a boyfriend at the time so we never hung out as much plus she got pregnant so she didn't just stop hanging with me she stopped hanging with her own friends.)

"Yo no. Un par de esas putas que se utilizan para mírame duro, probablemente pensando que estaba robando su hombre. Chale. No esta mexicana," Stated Renata.

(Not me. A couple of those putas used to look at me hard probably thinking I was stealing their man. Chale. Not this Mexican)

Tiny added, "Mira, Santa, tienes que entender, no somos como los tontos en la fresa que besan hasta trapos verdes al obtener el culo pateado por las perras púrpura que les puta vez no al revés. No nos gusta la mayor parte de las familias también, pero nunca las vamos odiamos tanto como odiamos a los Ballas."

(Look, Santa, you have to understand, we're not like the fools in Strawberry that kiss up to green rags while getting our asses kicked by the purple bitches we fuck them up not the other way around. We hate most of the Families too but we'll never hate them as much as we hate the Ballas. )

"Algo así como la forma en los Vagos odian las familias más que los Ballas incluso si aint fresco con los Ballas por decir. Simplemente se reduce a lo que has pasado," Morena added, her eyes widening with emphasis on what she was saying.

(Kind of like how the Vagos hate the Families more than the ballas even if they aint cool with the Ballas per say. It just comes down to what you've been through.)

Gata chuckled. "Sí, pero Marabunta odia a los dos por igual,"

(Yeah but Marabunta hates them both equally.)

Neto chuckled. "Nunca pensé que tendría algo en común con Mierda Grande!"

(Never thought I'd have anything in common with Mierda Grande!)

Tiny adjusted his sunglasses. "Usted tiene mucho más en común con los mudos asnos oscilantes machete de lo que piensa. Sin faltar el respeto, sólo estoy diciendo. Me enteré de lo que hizo para que el proxeneta en las colinas. Incluso si usted no tenía intención de dejar evidencia, que lo hizo. Ellos no saben que lo hizo pero saben que había metido algo en el culo."

(You have a lot more in common with those machete swinging dumb asses than you think. No disrespect, i'm just saying. I heard about what you did to that pimp in the hills. Even if you didn't mean to leave any evidence behind, you did. They don't know that you did it but they know he had something shoved up his ass. )

Gata laughed and Tiny asked her in English, "What that shit don't even faze you? You're a woman, eh."

"Fuck him. He got what he deserved. Dimples is my girl, man. They had no right to do any of that shit to her. Punishment fit the crime. I hate pimps. The world is better without him."

"But there can never be enough drug dealers, right?" Tiny asked with a touch of sarcasm. The song Cobarde by Selena played on East Los FM as they drove into Chamberlain Hills. They pulled up out of the car walking up to the projects. They spotted Paul along with Lamar, Slim Skillz, Lil Rhino, and a couple of males and females from their set they didn't recognize. Neto slapped hands with Paul only while Gordo walked up slapping hands with Slim Skillz and Lamar.

"What's up, cuz?" Gordo asked mocking the Families greeting. "Aint nothing, ese, we ready to roll on this thang," Slim stated. The only reason Neto knew who a few of them were outside of what Demon had talked about was Paul had told him about some of the altercations he'd gotten into with Rhino in particular. He still didn't like the idea of asking him to be telling them shit from within even if an eventual war broke out with them too but as he sized up Rhino, he got a vibe from him. He could tell this guy was bad news. Even worse than the average enemy. The homie Oso didn't get along with him and he could see why.

It wasn't that he saw Lamar or Slim as somebody to befriend either but at least with them, they didn't have that same stink about them. They were bad news too but they likely didn't do anything on the streets Neto himself hadn't done., In fact there was a good chance he had done worse than either of them. But there was something about Rhino that didn't sit right with him. He had the feeling this one had done things even Neto wouldn't and couldn't do.

He tried to figure out what it was. A rapist, ironically would be too easy. Perhaps he was a child molester? He knew it wasn't his own prejudice, as he didn't get this same vibe off Lamar or Slim or any of the others. He figured maybe it could be the crystal fucking with his perception but then if that was the case why would it give him bad vibes about this one in particular and not the others? Maybe it wasn't even that but whatever it was, there was something off about him. Maybe it was the dead look in his eyes. He could tell from the way he eyeballed Neto and the other Aztecas that this guy, unlike Lamar or Slim, had never had any Mexican friends in school. He knew that guy didn't like Paul either but he was really giving Neto the stink eye.

"Man, you sure about working with them, homie? I aint looking to get caught up in no funny shit and i damn sure aint sharing my bank with motherfuckers that aint families. That's on the real,"

"Hey you guys called us,, man," Gordo reminded him. "Yeah but we got the 411, we don't need ya'll. That was Lamar's idea and this nigga's stupid" Barked Rhino just barely holding his tongue from saying what he really wanted to say. "Yeah but we got the buyers. You go in on that shit alone, you maybe lose some guys maybe none if you're lucky but the puercos will still be looking for you if you drop any bodies. And maybe the Lost too."

The dark skinned black male's teeth shined as he laughed. "Man, I wish those motherfucking rednecks would bring their asses around the Berry. Put it like this here. They may ride on Zombies but it's a road built for cars and we got the right away you feel me? We don't need ya'll for nothing," Rhino then glared at Neto, "And what the fuck is this bitch staring at?!"

Paul told him, "He's no bitch. If you read about some of the newspapers down south, you'd see that."

"Man, shut the fuck up, dude didn't nobody ask your opinion! You aint with the green you aint with the blue the fuck is you doing around here? What you trying to prove?" He then looked at Gordo and said, "Sorry, but I aint interested in working with ya'll. To me you're just Vagos in teal rags."

"Fine," Gordo spat. "Then your boys can get paid and you can sit this one out and get nothing," Rhino looked like he wanted to step so Neto, to Gordo's surprise, stepped up at his side. Neto didn't like Gordo but he showed that despite this, they were on the same side, same gang same barrio and around outsiders they had to be a united front.

Slim barked, "Rhino, we're doing this shit, Rhino. You acting like a female, brah. Better yet you acting like a child. This little nigga right here got more heart than you. We aint asking you to smoke with em, aight? You just do what you do best. Clap motherfuckers and they do the same shit. You know it aint no love between us and the bikers. And you right, they aint finna come around here but despite me and Gordo being old friends from back in the day, one time aint gonna believe we come together to clip some bikers. Maybe Ballas but not bikers."

Lamar nodded. "True shit my nigga and even if they did think they know what's up it'd be too much of a stretch for the rest of them to do much sniffing around, right? Look, R, I can vouch for both Paul and Neto. I mean..Neto kind of a surly motherfucker but he knows how to get a job done and P vouch for him. Plus Gordo's my dog," He dapped the bald Azteca. "Nah fuck that! I say these fools tell us where they contact is and we meet em ourselves or else we dead them all right here. You outnumbered."

"Rhino, chill, dog the fuck is the matter with you?" Asked Lamar. Rhino growled, "Nigga please! You vouching for a motherfucker is like a book recommendation for Joe Lawton!" Tiny told Rhino, "I hate to break it you but unless you speak Spanish, you aint talking to any buyers without us."

A few of the Families females were on Rhino's side while others told him to stop. Rhino started to go for his piece to draw on Tiny but before he could a 9mm was cocked and pointed at the back of his head. "Nigga, Slim is right. You acting like a little bitch. Take your hands off the motherfucking burner."

Neto looked to see a black male with a shaved head wearing a white t shirt a green baseball cap and green shorts. He looked to be in his thirties or forties.

"You choosing this bitch over me?!" Raged Rhino. "Nah, I'm picking the hood over you. I'm the one that co-signed on this shit, fam. You may not like it but this is gonna move us up the ladder. Ya'll already supposed to be on the motherfucking road and you out here trying to start a war. I already gotta try and keep a war from jumping off with OCB cause of this dumb ass right here," The older gangster growled looking at Lamar. "But he knows how to take an order. You seem like you got a problem. You gonna straighten up or do i gotta lay you out?"

"Stretch...it aint even like that...I just been hearing shit on the streets about what motherfuckers like them do. You heard about that shit at the Unicorn, man! They killed some niggas and then wired a Banshee up to blow. They on some whole other shit..."

"I don't give a fuck. That happened to Carson Ave and the Ballas and I got enough damage control dealing with that but that's their business. Plus the Vagos always want it with us and we gotta treat them. I aint never scared but we can't afford another war. Not now."

"Stretch, I got this, bro. I'll handle Rhino," Stretch started to walk away but said, "Yeah and keep LD in check too. You should see what this fool done started with OCB..."

Morena asked, "We done with the fucking show down? Can we get a move on?" Slim nodded. "Yeah I feel it..."

"I'm getting my own car," Paul said. "I know we need to have both routes covered but i'm not really looking to ride in the car with you guys with tempers flaring like this right now. I don't need a repeat of that shit from before."

"No you don't," Slim told him. "Not if you wanna get paid. LD vouched for you and you like a middle man between us and the Aztecas. I mean aside from Gordo here but Rhino's right about one thing you don't really got a horse in this race. But I need more hitters on my side and if i'm being honest, no offense, but with you there, it's one more person for the Lost to blast at so if they do kill you, that buys my homies some time."

"It's like that?" Asked the Mohawk. "Hey, I'm just keeping it a hundred with you. I aint saying I'm hoping you get shjot but if somebody does gotta get it I'd rather it be the guy not from the set. If you die, it aint no investigation, nothing tracing back to me. But so what? That's why you're getting paid, right? For the risks. Same as the rest of us. Some niggas in my hood aint even getting paid cause of this. We're gonna spread out the ban k as much as we can but we don't know how far that'll go. Chamberlain Hills is a huge hood and that's a lot of niggas that gotta eat. So sorry if I'm not putting a Libertonian mothafucka first but if you wan any of this, you riding with us. If not, cool. Walk away. Or the Aztecas can cover your bills."

"All right, I'm coming," The east coast gunmen said. "I'm saying you heard what he said!" Rhino said to Slim. "If he wants to ride alone, let him who cares? We going the same place!" Slim, though not as physically imposing as Rhino put his strap to the man's chin. "Negro...if you don't get your ass in the car..."

"Aight...I'm going..damn...is that what it's come down to? Same set pulling on each other? The fuck..."

He got into the dark green Cavalcade. "Look, I'm sorry about all that. My boy got temper issues. We're gonna have a long talk with that motherfucker once this shit is over with."

Before they all went their way Gata looked at Slim and called out, "Hey, any of you know if Charlene is still around here?" Slim answered the Mexican and Colombian woman. "Nah she aint been around she moved outta the hood like a year or two ago. Up in West Vinewood now I think. She was already outta the game before that but now she really gone for good."

"Why'd she leave?" She asked?" Neto turned to Gata saying, "Come on, mija get in. Who cares?" Slim said, "Remember Lee, right? He got shot by Davis Sheriff's Department over on Brogue Ave. He went and held up the LTD over near Grove Street. Maybe he figured five o would blame it on the dudes round the corner from there instead of us but they weren't far away. Plus he shot the Pakistani dude behind the counter so that didn't help. He went out spraying too but they got him. Charlene aint want little Dennis growing up in the hood no more after that."

"Sorry..." They got back in the car and Gordo and Chela got into the Blade and Neto could see he and Chela were having a conversation of their own regarding what happened.

They began to drive out to the clubouse in East Vinewood. "So tell me something Neto," Stated Gata. "If you're so against any of us having friends from Chamberlain Hills, why are you okay with Oso being around them? I didn't hear you give him any speeches. Don't you think that's a double standard?"

"No I don't. Because first of all, I did warn him about hanging with them. Constantly. I still do. I don't know what it's going to take for him to realize how full of shit they are. Second, with that said, he's not from our neighborhood. I mean he didn't get jumped in or anything but he did stay in Rancho when he got here first too. He's an independent. So he works with us and he works with them. I don't like the idea of him being an inside man for them. Third, there's no such thing as a friend in the Families. Any one of thm would kill you for a quarter if they thought they could get away with it. You forget, there's Family sets in Arizona too. Not as much as out here but they're there."

"Yeah but that's another state. Everything is different state to state," Tiny said. "It's the most similiar to each other in the south west but still a little different," Neto scowled as he kept his eyes on the road. Here he thought he knew a lot about the streets and by in large he did and had done his best to teach Paul what he should and should not do in San Andreas but there was some things he had gotten wrong. Here he was always trying to school the little homie and the gente from the cliqua were schooling him.

He couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing. They waited on the street a while as they kept eyes on the club house. "They got a bar in there too," Tiny announced. "I've hooked up with a few biker chicas in there before but trust me that's not a good bar to be in. They don't like anybody that aint Lost."

"That's fine by me, ese. I never gave much of a damn about motorcycles," Santa Muerte stated. They saw the Mule truck coming out of the lot. They waited for it to pull out. They began to tail them. "I don't get why we can't just attack them now. We got the cuetes in the trunk. We can take all of these redneck fuckers," Neto complained. "That''s what we're told to do, homes. If you want to be a guy who doesn't listen to what he's told, join Marabunta."

"THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" Neto yelled. "It was a joke carnal. Tranquilo..."

Paul

He was with Slim, Rhino and Lamar. Lil King was told to stay behind in the hood and just manage his corner. Paul drove the Cavalcade. He didn't live SUV's. The way they handled. And what was more, he didn't like being around the Families that much anymore. It wasn't that the Aztecas were anymore peaceful a t all but the way Rhino was, it just wasn't the same as when he got to the city. Lamar was still cool and his friend but he was already tired of running around with them. It was the attitudes he had to deal with.

Granted, the Families had always been better by him than the Ballas and while the east coast had a lot more Ballas than the west coast did, it wasn't exactly a warm welcoming to come to the place where the gang had gotten its start. The Families were meeting up near Vinewood Hills where they would be setting up an amush. He got a text on his cellphone as he stopped at a red light. Neto confirmed in it that they were tailing the truck. Paul knew they still had to meet up not too far from Chumash where the Hils would start to descend into the lower country that would be Blaine County.

He thought of the weapons in the back seat that he had loaded up for himself for this trip. There was an M-16A4 in there, a Benelli M3, and a PSH 1 Sniper Rifle. He wasn't the best with a Sniper Rifle. In fact between himself, Neto, Mai and Ivan he was actually the worst of them at using a Rifle but each of the threre of them had taught him and had him take lessons. He'd done a few shooting sessions at Ammu Nation so while he was far from a sharp shooter he was at least better equipped to use it than anybody else in the ride. Though with a bunch of semi literate bangers from Chamberlain Hills who could read any tag no matter how much it was just gibberish, but not a book, that wasn't saying much. Still, he figured he could handle it in a pinch. He only hoped that if he had to use it against the Lost MC that they were less skilled with their weapons than he was. Which was unlikely.

Most of them were older than him so even if he had survived encounters with the Lost before, those guys still had military expirience. In fact of the four room mates, Paul was the only one who could technically be called a civilian. He was a step up in shooting skills from a lot of LS bangers but only a little bit. But when it came to fighting a shitr load of Ballas ior Vagos eventually quantity would beat quality. It only took one shot to kill a man, any other variations of how much you can get shot or how many bullets you can survive or how bad of a wound you can sustain and what it takes to kill you was pure luck and randomness.

He had listened to creation stories back home on the reserve, about how the creator had made human beings and the animals, and how his mother or sometimes grandmother depending on versions of the story, Sky Woman had formed the lands. It was, like any religious creation storyt supposed to give the believers a sense of order that somebody was watching out for you. Perhaps in the case of the Mohawks obviously, their "God" was a lot less of a judgemental prick than the biblical God. Even still, for the longest time h had seem himself as outside of that. It wasn't that he nessecarily disbelieved in the creator or an afterlfe. '

He certainly didn't want to end up in the same place as his father but yet by theit belief system he wondered how it could happen any other way since they believed in an afterlife, but not nessecarily a heaven or hell. Like Christians who brougyht their bible and missionaries they had an afterlife that they called the sky world but he hoped his father would not be there. He was scum and he had killed him. He didn't see it as wrong. He only saw what he had done with his life since then, failing to stay out of trouble as his mother wanted for him, as wrong.

It was fiurther than this, of course. Even if there was some benevelont higher power looking down on everybody and even if somehow the bad souls just either wandered the earth in limbo or simply vanished out of existance as their souls were not light enough to survive death, he could not believe he was one of the chosen or beloved children of God or the creator or the unverse or whatever the hell it was out there. His life was chaos. Even if every man had a destiny, he did not. He was a wandering loner, aimless, friendless, without family.

Any friends or solace he now had, he knew and could feel would only be temporary. He was not one to feel sorry for himself. He would rather he just move on and not think about it but then, because of years of being pushed around, bullied, abused and abandoned or rejected he felt as though it angered him now when people might try and be decent to him. He always wondered what their angle was.

If everybody had a destiny or love waiting down the road he had only a fateless future and heartache, if not lonliness. If everybody else had predestined fate for different points in life, he was simply a man who lived in a chaotic existance that was only more random than chaotic. There was no rhyme or reason to any of it. There was no lesson to learn from anything he had gone through. As he thought about the Sniper Rifle in the trunk and the possibility of using it, he frowned at how he had to be shown how to use the fucking thing when everything else it seemed had come to him easier. Handguns, hell, he and his childhod friends had stolen their old man's pistols and took them off into th woods to shoot. Or when they became teeens some of the boys would accompany their fathers hunting with deer rifles.

His father had always promised to teach him how to track and trap but henever had. He'd gone along on other hunts with opeople but not his father. He'd always been too drunk or would vanish for days on end. He'd always felt an anger about this. Despte the stereotypes and problems that First Nations and Metis people faced, there were still quite a few rez kids that had normal and loving families. Two parents that loved them and love d each other. Not split up homrs ike his or broken homes. Dads who did not beat their women. He had envied and even hated some of the kids who had it even though he knew that what they had was normal.

Most of all, when it came to Mai, Ivan and Neto, he didn't like to be the baby of the bunch. He'd never had siblings growing up but now he felt like that was what this was but they didn't think he could do anything for himself. Neto worried in a somewhat justifable way about him hanging with CGF and he started to see more now why it probably was a bad idea but he still owed Lamar in a lot of ways for looking out for him. Still he hated that Neto was now a junkie. He was no different than his old man in that sense but the deepest irony is that unlike his biological father, Neto actually did give a shit. With Ivan and Mai they too had a certain concern for him too but Mai was almost like the older sister he never had.

She always worried about him even lgoing outside. He didn't understand why. He had run away to the west coast and before that to Liberty City to escape the law. In a way he never had a choice. To him, he saw her as somewhat hypocritcal as well. She sometimes told him that he was too smart to be wasting his life doing this being twenty one and all. But what had she done? She had killed people in a far away country for the government long before he ever killed another human being. And to him, her motivations for becoming a criminal made even less sense.

Neto had a mysterious past that Paul didn't fully understand though he told him bits and pieces of iy but it seemed all of Neto's family was dead, Ivan had lost the woman that had been a mother to him even if she was really only the mother of his half brother and sister who the ex KGB agent was stil searching for. So like Paul, Ivan had been seperated from his family. aul wanted to return home too and look after his mother but he couldn't. Ivan could and was even though he possibly was risking just as much. So even though Paul was not for now, as close with Ivan as he was with Neto or Mai, he somewhat respected him in away. Ivan had a sense of distance himself and really only seemed to open up the most to Mai, perhaps it was a veteran thing.

He didn't kow why he didn't do the same with Neto. Neto had fought in the drug wars down in Mexico and was every bit a veteran too. But maybe it was because it wasn't the same kind of war. Maybe because Ivan was on one side of the Cold War at one time and considered himself a patriot to old Russia to this day even while Mai had been a soldier in the war on terror and had fought in the middle east and her father had fought for the South Vietnamese in Nam which was at the end of the day a proxy war for the Cold War, they were still close. Maybe oppositews attracted or maybe on some level they didn';t agree with what they had both done for their cuntry entirely.

What he did respet about Ivan as far as the youngest gunmen's own relationship with the oldest gunmen, is that Ivan respected his privacy and ability to make his own choice. He only really felt like Ivan was babying him in a way when he was teaching him to shoot but he knew it was for his own benefit. Even if he knew he was being irrational at his discomfort of them teaching him as though he were a defenseless child, he ouldn't control the thoughts in his head about it. Still, he saw Ivan as somewhat of a contrast of himself. He both respected and resented him in a way because Ivan was risking his own freedom and probably his life just to find his father. And when Ivan was no much older than he, he had lost his mother. And Paul had killed his own father.

But he was afraid to ever go back to Canada. His mother didn't want him coming back for the same reason but now he had to worry about her every day and at the same time keep his own head down to stay alive in a strange city. Ivan on the other hand had come all the across the world when it would have been smart for him, even if he had only started as a rookie KGB in training when the assasinatiomn of the senator had gone down. It was either wreckless and stupid or i wt was what he should have been doing to get back to what was left of his own family.

If he ever was to go back to any reserve he would need to have an identity change and that was easier said than done especially on a reservation he would need a new identity. A fake one wouldn't be good. Tribal government's were better at finding fake ID's even than a pig in any US city was. The only way he could see getting an identity change is if he was to go into some kind of witness protectionbut he wasn't a snitch and even if he was there was nobody he was in contact big enough to tell on except maybe Madrazo or maybe even on a good day, Simeon or Gerald but guys like that, he wouldsooner kill himself than rat on and it wasn't worth the trade off just to get back home. Or was it? But then, it wasn't like you had a say in where you go when you get new identities and go into the program.

His thoughts were interuipted by the loud conversationm in the back. It seemed Lamar and Rhino were discussing something about a shooting at a recycling planet and that OG whom he had witnesses earlier but had not gotten an introduction to, was the topic. "I'm telling you, dog. Stretch capped D right in the face. Just pow! That nigga tried to set us all up. I don't even know why Stretch would bring him over there."

"Hey but that's good though," The hot tempered CGF/Forum Gangster stated in response to Lamar. "I wasn't feeling the peace between us and OCB anyway man and I get the feeling the little homies wasn't feeling it either. I mean getting your homies blasted is one thing but half these niggas lost their daddy to these ball sacks. Fuck the Ballas. We need to just mop them all up and have us be the ones running South Central. No ball sacks, no Bar ho's...no Marabunta..."

"Oh what you gonna say no Aztecas too motherfucker?" Asked Slim. "I get you hate everybody that aint black and green and you can dump on all the bar ho's you want but don't get it twisted my nigga. The Ese's as a whole aint going nowhere. I aint saying we is I mean we're gonna hold it down for the block but I'm saying don't expect shit to be like the 90's where we was on top. It's a motherfucking monopoly game. Ballas held shit down for the 80's and part of the 90's then then us now iot's the Vagos time to be on top. Aint nothing none of us can do. And even if we could we aint finna run them out plus the Salvadoran gangstas plus the Aztecas, dude. Get real."

"Nah maybe not...but it can't hurt to try. And havea lot of fun doing it. I'm saying though. These smellow rag bitches, or them motherfuckas with the face tattoos, they new to me at least as an enemy but we been funking with the Ballas since the 70's, fam and you can't just erase that. How many niggas you think died in the streets fighting over it? What hundreds, thousands? Shiiiiit. Between 72' and now, loc my money's on millions. If you count the entire country and every hood that's caught this green against purple fever and the amount of murders nationwide per year i every city with a ghetto has to be at least a million dead. Yeah, these Ese's might be kicking up a lot of dust more recently killing niggas a lot in just a few years but they still got a long way to go cause they aint never gonna be as good at killing us as we are at killing us. Maybe we can stop killimng ourselves if just all the Ballas droopped and then we can focus on them. Or those bitches can put down the purple and rept the green."

"Nigga please. Only scaredy bitches be doing that, flip flp shit and Stretch told me niggas doing that inside be getting turned out. How you gonna trust a nigga that used to be on the other side? Unless they got fucked over by the other side but even then how you know for sure that's really how it is?" Lamar scoffed. "Ball eaters is ball eaters, dog but most of them would rather catch a bullet to they brain than ever rock with us. I respect that more than if they want to be on this Forum thang I mean you know me though they can let their bitches put the green on. Your boy Long Dick will have them Ball Less hood rats whooping and I swear gimme like two days of dicking em down I'll have em throwing up BK."

Slim chuckled at that and dapped the younger Family member. "Man, Davis you crazy, I aint never macking to no Baller bitch. Them Balla ho's i dirty as a motherfucker my dick burns just even thinking about that," Rhino stated. "Anyway," Slim stated. "As much as we might wanna do what you talking about we gotta have at ruce with OCB. There was days when I didn't think that was possible too man I was a lil shortie before the riots and the truce happened so i remembered the days when there could only be peace between a purple and a green if you both quit banging. I aint got love for em either."

Slim paused then added, "Thing is though, partna, we don't see niggas from Davis as much you feel me? We don't gotta make any kind of truce with the South Side niggas. We can blast them as long as they try and move in our hood. I been hating them. Some of them came up on the west side but most of em got kicked outta Rancho by the Vagos, bro and it aint no love for them. OCB and us we can just stay outta each other'sway. I aint got no reason to go to Davis. Unless the Sherif's Department lock me up. But even over there I got got Davis niggas who'll back me in the holding cell. We just gotta be modern about ours, pimping Back in the day it was you against all Ballas and whatever Family hood you bump with. But now you can be cool with one Family hood and one Baller hood and hate another from both sides. That's just the wyay it is now. Maybe it's the way it always was but without the truces of today."

"Man truces just sound so pussy bro. We more powerful than the Ballas and you know it, S. Why we gotta want peace with them they should want it with us we kick their asses anyway. Even with them as a united front and us set tripping we can take those bitches any day of the wek. I don't care what LSPD say about Ballas being more hardcore than us cause it's less of them. Since niggas with the Families set trip, that means there's really less of us than them since we aint one. I'd rather we stop beefing with Carson before I ever said it's cool with Covenant, and let me tell you. Me and Carson? That aint happening. But they still get more respect than a Ball Sack."

"Yeah but that's kind of funny though cause Carson and CGF kill each other even more than they do Ballas," Paul quietly observed. "What you know about it, lil man?" Asked Rhino in a condescending tone. "Aight look maybe we do funk with them a lot more but it's bad bad blood with them since the late 70's"

"Yeah but you've hated Ballas since the early 70's. So why does a rival hood in the same gang take priority?"

"It's just gegraphy, fool," Rhino stated. "It's Strawberry. Carson is closer. We'll still smoke SSB's if they come around here. But the OB aint as close like my man said. Neither are the East Side Ball Sacks. So me personallyt? I hate Ballas more. Maybe some lil homies hate Carson more I don't know I can't speak for themn. But does it really matter who you hate more? They still get treated either way. I don't know any Lost MC faggots but a lot of homies don't like them. I aint even got a problem with em really. But Stretch needs them got so they gone. This is more for fun than business or personal. Nah actually, this is business and pleasure you feel me? Killing Vagos, Marabunta and Ballas is personal. It really don't matter though. Families is king."

Lamar grinned. "I know that's right, pimping. And it don't matter what punk ass one time got to say anyway/. They can say this and that about how Families is less violent than Ballas but they listed CGF as one of the most violent hoods in LS. So we the exception to the rule. Even if Davis Neighborhood niggas are sluyffing and Carson Ave are just bitches that stay only defending their turgf without ever going out and bringing the noise, we still on top. They might have ran DNFG out of they hood and into ours but we're the ones who give them the most challenge."

"Seems like you would think the Lost would be having more problems with the Angels Of Death."

"They finished them off that's why," Slim said with a smirk. "How sad can a nigga be? They got killed off in their own state. They supposed to be San Andrean and the Lost come from the midwest or back east somewhere but they still punked them on their home turf. I remembeer when I used to see those assholes all running doen the street with their loud ass choppers. I never got any sleep when I stay over at bitches house in Vinewood that only changed once the Angels were gone."

"Nah they aint kick them out of San Andreas," Stated Lamar. "They just kicked them out of Southern San Andreas. They had some help but they don't aknowledge that shit. There was some other motorcycle clubs around LS that hate the Angels even more than the lost do so they had a hand in kicking them out a few years ago. Wrell most of em. They aint gone though. Just under the radar. But shit I aint got that much of a problem with em either. For me it's all business nothing personal. They got what we need they give it up they get clapped. Shit they getting clapped anyway./ The bikers that survive today gonna be the ones that stayed home."

"Yeah I was gonna say," Paul remarked. "They can't all be gone I mean we killed a shit load of them at the saw mill so there's siome of them around. But I don't really care for the Lost myself. Maybe it's about time we get rid of them. Down the line anyway."

They reached their destination finallt. Paul saw some of the bantgers from before including two African merican women. One wore a dark green college basketball jersey that she cut in half to be a midrif top. She had a belly piercing that was a green jewel and her skin was coffee colored. She had neck length hair and somewhat big eyes that were hazel. Her hair was light brown. The other CGF homegirl was darker skinned and wore her hair curly it was reddish brown but natural only she kept a green bandanna pushing it back as it was around her forehead. She wore a white blouse with some green sparkles on it plus white jans that showed off her plump booty.

The lighter skinned girl was named Peaches while the blacker one was D Doll. He also recognized G Note from before. She was dressed similiar to how she had been before. But this time she had shades on. She carried an AK-47. "What's up, homie?" She asked greeting Paul. Playing it cool, he nodded at her without a word while Lamar, Slim and Rhino exchanged a hug and dap with the black woman.

Peaches looked at Paul asking, "You banging for the east coast?" He shot her a funny expression. "What?" She asked, "You from Liberty, right?" He nodded. "Well throw it up!" He smirked turning away from her light hearted teasing. "Hey, you sure these niggas coming this way?" Rhino asked Lamar. "Ah yeah don't even trip. I got one of my other partnas fdrom outta town to follow him. The Aztecas got a guy tailing them up Chumash but I had a homie of mine from Ohio em."

"You brought another outsider in on this? The fuck wrong with you?" Demanded Slim. "Are you simple or what? At least this guy here earned his keep around the hood," To the families at leat right now, Paul was not a member but he was a drug dealer in good standing and he had permission to sling in the hood so long as he kicked up taxes. The truth of the matter was he had been dealing but he hadn't paid up.

He had crack cocaine on three different occasions to some woman who for some reason had a tow truck. Her man was a crackhead too but he either didn't know or didn't care that the bitch offered sexual favors to people for drugs or money. At the rate she was going, Paul was surprised she hadn't sold their tow truck for rocks.

"Don't even trip. It aint coming outta your pay day. Just remember I'm the one running Forum Gangstas. You still CGF so don't go giving me orders motherfucker. You aint Stretch."

"Nah but I wonder what Stretch would make of all this Forum Gangstas shit?" Lamar stepped up saying, "Man shut the fuck up! Didn't nobody ask you. You wanna catch that fade when we get back to the hood we can do that but Forum Drive is my shit."

"Yeah whatever, fool," Rhino scoffed. "If you were really a man you would have been told him about that shit. Oh what you scared that he's gonna take that as an act of war?"

"Man ya'll need to stop disrespecting the homeboy," D Doll said. "Lamar's one of us. And Stretch tried making peace with the lobsters, bro. That aint cool."

"it'ds already peace on the inside but that shit don't apply on the streets," Peaches stated. G Note also spoke up, "Damn will you niggas stop fighting among each other? We supposed to be taking down the Lost."

"Bitch shut up, nobody asked you," Rhino growled. "Bitch? No the fuck you didn't nigga don't make me break my foot off in your ass.."

"You're acting like idiots. Both of you!" Paul said to both Lamar and Slim. "Hey this don't concern you!" Slim yelled.

Paul retrieved the Grenade Launcher from the van and aimed it at the central vehicle in the road block. At this range it would explode and kill all of them. "All right that's it! I'm getting tired of hanging with you guys. I do it for the money but also out of friensship for Lamar. But you guys keep on having pissing contests. I'm over it. The Lost MC are on their way here. Lamar did the rigt thing having a guy follow them but if he comes and the Lost see us all arguing when we're supposed to be watching the road, that'll give them a chance to either shoot some of us or get away. I don't plan on being on the receiving end of any bullets today. So either we can all die here when i blow these cars and us to kingdom come, or you can all shut the fuck up and do your jobs and we can get paid."

"Man who gave him a grenade launcher?" G Note asked in awe at the man's craziness. "Maybe this is just the greed talking but I'd rather we get paid. i'm tired of hanging around the Families. You guys talk shit about your own friends. And maybe that's how it is with any gang, i don't know. But you got till the count of three to tell me what it's going to be because I aint afraid to die."

"Neither are we!" Shouted Rhino, but he could tell he was bluffing. "Good. Then just sit still and wait for me to count to three and do nothing."

Rhino aimed at him. "You aint doing that!" He moved back further from the cars but Paul said, "It's still going to cause a chain reaction and you'll be caugt in the blast. And if you shoot me my finger is still on the trigger One...two..."

"Aight! Chill!" Slim stated. "We'll do it your way. LD...my bad homie..." Paul told Rhino, "Point your weapon away from me and at the the road. "Hold up. There's something wrong with this plan. What's gonna stop these bikers from seeing what's around the corner and turning away?" Asked Peaches. "By the time they do that it'd be too late."

The Mule finally came. Paul got the M-16 ready. G Note put her green bandanna over her face. Lamar and Rhino put on ski masks while Slim put on a green Corkers hat with a greenish blue bandanna around his face. Inside the cab there were two white mn both with tattoos but they were not dressed in biker clothing. They were oviously Lost MC members. Lamar's courier that he had mentioned, was a man of Indian or possibly Pakistani descent. He came out of his own car, a dark red Dominator racking a Mossberg 500.

"Get the fuck out of the truck!" He yelled with a British accent. The two men got out with their hands up. "You're making a mistake!" The driver, a Caucasian with greasy blonde hair and a mustache wearing a white t shirt and dirty jeans with the knees ripped 90's style.

The other had reddish brown hair and a graying beard and wore a black AC-DC t shirt. "You know who you're robbing?" The older man asked. "Yeah, some gay ass bikers, shut the fuck up," Shouted Rhino as he hit the biker gang member in the stomach with the butt of the AA-12. The guy doubled over and the gun went off hitting the man in the right thigh. The guy shreiked as the powerful round tore through the tissue and ligament.

"What the fuck, we weren't supposed to shoot unless we had to asshole!" Paul barked. "Yeah now we gotta dump on this fool, stupid!" Shouted Slim Skillz. With that, he fired his P90 into the throat of the other biker. "Man who cares we were tooling up in case we had to fight now ya'll want to bitch out?" Lil Rhino complained. "Nah I'd have tied these two up and just tried to get the truck up outta here if we could you dumb ass!"

Paul looked at the wounded biker still in the street bleeding next to his deceased friend who had choked to death on his own blood. "We gotta put this guy out of his misery...sorry old timer...it wasn't meant to go down like this..,.i'll make it quick..." Slim stopped him. "Nah fuck that, cuz we gotta roll. The sooner we get this truck back to LS the better."

"He could talk..if he live long enough he could talk to the cops or to his friends if they make it over here..."

"I said no, man! Come on!" Before they all left Slim gave each of them head sets so they could communicate.

Paul got into the rig with Lamar. With two spaces freed up, Peaches and D Doll took their place in the Cavalcade. Peaches had an AR-15 and D Doll had an Adaptive Combat Rifle, a weapon used in the war in Afghanistan. On top of all of them, Slim had a AK-12 but this time he was driving as Paul and Lamar got the truck on the way back.

After the shooting as they all drove out of the area, they made sure they were all able to talk on head sets. "Hey I'ma patch us into the Aztecas too so they can hear us. I'ma send Gordo a text so he makes sure they all do the same shit."

"We aint going back to LS, remember? We gotta go to Sandy Shores. Text Gordo and make sure he gets us the address."

"Aight I gotchu,"

They began to head down the highway downhill to try and get to Sandy Shores. Just then, automatic fire broke out. Lamar hollered into the head set, "Hey, Harvey, I need you to get your ass back this way and back us up!" He assumed Harvey was the guy from out of town. Paul checked the rear view and saw that there was a convoy of at least eight bikers on his ass. And the first row was firing SMG's at the back of the truck.

"Where you going with our smack, assholes?!" Demanded the biker closest to him. The CGF members started shooting them off the road, Peaches and D Doll let them have it with rounds from their Assault Rifles, between the two of them, they knocked three Lost MC members from their bikes.

Lamar fired his AK out of the window as a biker tried to fire at him from the right side. He hit the man, an obese white male with a red beard, in the left side and in the gut. The man fell off his bike bouncing off the road. "Man how the fuck they know where we are?"

"They probably got a tracking device. Again. When are we going to start checking the back first before fucking taking shit? How did we know we have the right truck we could have been wrong!" Paul shouted. "Man you know we got the right truck!" Lamar screamed. "The mid life crisis on wheels shooting at your ass aint proof enough?!"

"That's not the point this is the second time this shit could have been avoided! You take the wheel i'm going to go have a look in the back. Slim, Rhino, everybody, we need that cover! I'm gonna be exposed!" He c;limbed up onto the roof from the passenger side of the cab humping his Rifle up with him. "And keep Lamar covered too!"

Rhino took the head off a biker completely as he rolled up on the side of them with Slim pulling the SUV next to two bikers. He killed one with the shotgun blast while Slim rammed the other off of his bike and the biker hit the truck's side leaving a red mark before collapsing into the road and he rolled under with both legs crushed under the back wheels. The man's screams were blood curdling as this happened and it caused the truck to get some turbulence and Paul was nearly thrown from it. "What the fuck!" He screamed as he barely held on, with the Rifle strapped around his back. "hey that aint on me, dog, Slim did that shit!"

"Whichever one of you it was, you with the driving or Slim with the ramming don't do it again! Or if you do do it again, do it on the right side!" He was about halfway along the roof. Three bikers pulled up and saw Paul on the roof and began firing Uzi's at him. One round did graze his left arm and he took a few in the side and it urt and he prayed it didn't go through. He was only able to hold on with one hand but he needed to shoot. He rolled inward to try and be less visible to the Lost MC and their hail of bullets. Luckily most had ricocheted from the sides and corners of the roof and had gone away from him. He rolled right but he nearly rolled off as Lamar took a sharp turn.

A Mexican American biker of the Lost MC who had his hair shaved in a mohawk and had tattoos along the side of his neck that had some obscenity against the Angels Of Death, fired up at Paul. Paul was unable to fire back and hold on this time around but he figured he might need to risk it. It was either risk falling and maybe catch his balance or get his ass blown off. He unstrapped the rifle while trying to still hug the roof but he used one arm to simply spray the Assault rifle over the side. He hit the biker who was shooting at him and another one.

He almost lost the Assault Rifle over th side but he grabbed in by the strap. Another carload of the families tat had been along were firing out the window of their black Felon. The lost members fired on the Families car and managed to hit one of the passengers. Paul finally dropped down to the back and opened up the back. He checked and saw that there was indeed a shit load of heroin in the back. Brick after brick. He searched through the truck looking for any tracking device. He could find none. "Hey lamar...is there a cell phone up there?"

"Hold on..." The black gangster checked and said, "Yeah there's an Ifruit 4. This motherfucker needs an upgrade!" Paul warned him, "Toss it out the window! They're probaly following this truck through the Trackify app!" Lamar tossed it out but they still had more bikers on their asses and Paul began to let the M-16 rip. Lamar pulled the truck to a sudden halt and he was thrown to the side and a few bricks almost went out so he shut it and he yelled, "The fuck is with your driving?! You a blonde?!" Lamar backed up and said, "They got a road block! Ambush!" Rounds hi the truck so Paul got out as the truck was soon stationary nd Lamar had gotten out and was firing. The Lost MC and the families were exchanging gunshots on the road. They were in Harmony it looked like.

Lamar's friend Harvey let off three shots dropping two bikers, blowing one man's brains to bits. The other, he hit in the chest twice. "Hey that's my dog!" Lamar shouted in respect. "We need to get past these bastards!" Cried the hired gun. "These are just Los Santos boys. If they get the Stab City chapter to back them up we're fucked!"

A biker came riding up from offroad spraying a Mac-10 and he it Harvey with two rounds in the left shoulder but not before the man fired and it the guy in the gut sending him flying one direction while the bike went another direction busting the side mirror. "They tracked us through the phone! If we can just get past these guys we should be in the clear!"

Paul heard Neto's voice over the headset, "Just hang in there...ah shit! We got company too!"

Paul asked Lamar's friend, "You okay?" The man nodded,"I'll be all right it's just a flesh wound. How about yourself? You got shot on the top of a roof."

"I'm all right...same..."

The two ducked dow behind the Felon the Families back up was in but the bikers had mowed down the other three bikers as the road block men were armed with Assault Rifles, shotguns, Sub Machine Guns and Handguns. The backup CGF members never had a chance. A muscular white male with a shaved head wearing a leather vest standing at six foot seven, fired a Remington and almost hit Slim. "Al's gonna turn you sons of bitches into mince meat! Johnny too!"

Lamar fired hitting him with ten rounds in the stomach. The biker staggered and yelled, from his injuries but his words were not understandable. G Note unloaded hitting two bikers, one Caucasian, one African American. She hit the first in the right rib cage the stomach, the neck and the lungs. The second was hit in the chest and the head, blowing his brains out. The biker fell with part of his left eye dangling from his socket.

D Doll fired her Assault Rifle at a biker driving the gang burrito in the forehead, blowing his brain and skull matter out of the back of his skull. "It's good to have you on board!" D Doll told Paul as they fired from cover. "No problem. Let's get behind another car. Cars are not bulletproof and the only thing we have going for us is they can't see us!" The girl looked at him, "Shit! They always tell us duck behind cars in a drive by!"

"That's on;y good if they can't see you. But if a bullet goes through on th side you're on you're fucked!" Harvey told her, "He's right, love. I'll cover you," He fired and Paul, D Doll and Peaches dove for cover trying to get behind Slim's ride. Slim and Rino managed to take out the rest of the bikers that had been behind them but the bikers in the front were still dug in. Harvey managed to it one of them even from the cover of another Burrito and he hit the man in the shoulder but the return fire it Harvey back.

Harvey took five rounds from an M4 in the lymph nodes. "Shit! Not Harvey! Fuck!" Lamar fired at the biker who had done that nailing the guy in the sternum. "Punk ass bitch ass bitch!" The CGF member lacked wit but he still at least followed trough on aim to make up for it. "So there's really nowhere behind a car that's safe?! It's saved my ass before!" Cried out D Doll. "Me too!" Peaches added. "It's the engine block that's about it!" Answered the Kahnawake gunmen.

Several rounds did go through the vehicle and Slim's left tail light was blown out red glass raining. G Note yelled, "CGF for life mothafuckas!" Slim yelled, "Bitch shut up you want them coming after us?" Rhino hollered, "What is you scared nigga? Fuck these white boys!" An African American Lost member yelled, "Hey I'm black too, asshole!" Rhino let him have it with the remainder of the shotgun's rounds before reloading. The black biker took two in the gut one in the chest one in the leg and one in the right shoulder. "No!" He yelled. "You're not!"

G note yelled to Slim, "It don't matter we're smoking all these marks!" A round hit Slim's hat knocking it from his head and he ducked down behind some bikes getting further back from the fight but still shooting. "If they don't smoke us first!"

Paul got the grenade launcher on the M-16 ready. "That was really crazy by the way! You threatening to blow us all up and yourself. You a Kamikaze or a jihadist?" Asked D Doll. "Neither. I'm just wreckless. And I get tired of them arguing like a married couple."

"Shit you're tired of it? Try living around these motherfuckers most of your life!" Peaches cried. "I met plenty of assholes like that back in Liberty. I'll pass!"

"Well, I'm glad youre on our side. Cause a motherfucker that aint afraid to die is a dangerous motherfucker, bro. Were you really fnna blow us up?"

"I really hoped I wouldn't have had to. Luckily Slim's got more of a brain than most of them."

"Who you telling? We always want to plan hits and be careful about ours and these niggas go in hot tempered and fuck it up for everybody!"

"Everybody get clear! Lamar back the truck up!" He yelled. Lamar got in keeping his head down. Paul fired the grenade and it exploded and kicked up a huge explosion that knocked everybody over and sent Lost MC members flying, body parts were dismembered and legs with no body attached to them hit the streets as did skulls and other bloodied parts. One biker was burnt to a crisp.

A Lost MC member weakly stood up, wounded from rounds to the left arm and left leg. "I'm fucking tired...of you gang banging street trash!" He fired an SMG aiming at Paul and Peaches but his vision was blurred from blood loss and he hit D Doll instead. He hit her with seven rounds in the back. She cried out falling over. Paul and Peaches caught her. Peaches stood up, enraged and unloaded at the biker and emptied every round in the mag into the already bloodied and tattered biker. "MOTHERFUCKER!" She got back to D Doll's side and said, "Come on, baby, stay with me. We're getting you outta here. Paul, help me get her in the car!" She had tears in her eyes and the black gang member was coughing blood as they tried to help her.

Lamar told Paul, "hey come on, dog we got a schedule to make let';s get moving!" He spotted the wounded woman and shook his head in shame however but got into the truck. "She's bleeding all over my motherfucking seat! We take her with us we'll get caught up!" Peaches, in tears screamed, "The fuck is wrong with you?! She's the homegirl we aint leaving her!"

She brought her into the car and Paul walked up Slim saying, "LD's right we have to get off the road and besides if we leave these CGF bodies here the cops will be on you anyway."

"There aint enough room, brah they took their own car. Matter of fact you need to load them niggas up into the car then use a grenade."

Lamar heard this and said, "You serious?" Slim said, "If we take D doll we gotta blow that shit up. I can take one person but I cant take em all!" Paul growled, "Fine! Let's just get this shit over with!"

He loaded the CGF corpses into the Felon and put some distance between himself and the car. He fired a grenade into it and it went up. "You better hope they don't pull dental records."

D Doll was bleeding out and coughing blood her dark skin turning pale. "Peach...I dont think I'm gonna make it..." She said with fear in her voice. "Just hang on, mama I got you."

"I don't want to die here...I never thought I'd get killed in the desert...I want to see Strawberry one more time..."

"Don't say that...just think about the hospital. We're gonna ge t there. There's gonna be doctors. Fine ass doctors. Maybe you'll met one who will take you away from all this...I'ma visit you too...maybe we both will..."

The darker skinned woman smiled, wishing she could believe that. Paul turned away not wanting to see what was going on. "Lamar...you take the truck. We'll be with you. Have Rhino ride with you."

"You sure?" Paul nodded. He got into the car trying to put pressure on her wounds. "I think we can get her to the Sandy Shore Medical Center if we hurry."

"Fool you're tripping/...even if I haul ass she aint gonna make it."

"Shut the fuck up!" Screamed Peaches, in full tears. "She's one of us how you gonna be from the same hood and this dude who aint even from the hood got more empathy, nigga?!" Paul told Peaches, "Slim, just try it, all right? We can drop her at the hospital and get out of there., Peaches can stay with her. We'll have to come up with an explenation but all of that can take a back seat to saving her life."

"You niggas are gonna get me booked, I swear..."

"How can you be so cold?!" Cried Peaches. "I expect this from Rhino but you?!" Paul lifted her shirt up to see where each bullet wound hit. "Just...stop yelling...keep her calm. I think she has a collapsed lung," He put his ear to her chest. He put Lester on speaker phone. "Lester, this is an emergency, man. I need you to divert any police in Sandy Shores from any 187 APB's I'll pay you whatever. Charge me double I don't give a shit."

"Okay...I can buy you some time. I can try and divert their attention over to Mount Chiliad. That's the best I can do..."

He hung up and he tried to use his own ski mask he'd worn to put pressure on her bullet wounds. Peaches sobbed. "When we get outta here... get you all better we'll get some ice cream..remember those bannana sundaes we had at that restaurant? They were so good..." The wounded CGF member nodded, smiling, "I do..." With that, she was gone. Peaches sobbed into her chest and Paul set her body aside and he let the gang member cry on his shoulder, which she did and he put an arm around her, letting her cry it out. "She's right you know. You're kind of cold about this. I didn't know her but you should be the one comforting her."

"I gotta drive, man. You want us to get to the medical center or not?"

He tried to give her CPR but after five minutes then six he knew it wouldn't work. He'd learned to do it at a community college back east but he wasn't sure if you were supposed to be in a moving vehicle when doing it. Still, it was all they could do. They had taken their head sets off as they could hear Neto was in a shootout too. "Let's just get to the meeting spot, all right?"

Slim nodded and said softly, "Yeah..."

Finally, Neto texted him that everything was cool and they were on the way there. Paul still comforted this strange woman, covered in her tears and D Doll's blood.

They got to the spot finally and G Note was there too. She saw Paul and Peaches covered in blood and saw the body of D Doll in the car. She started to tear up and Peaches ran to her hugging the girl and the two both cried. Lamar and Rhino stood by with grim expressions on their faces and Slim joined them lighting a cigarette. "What now, man?" Asked Rhino. "Now we wait for the Aztecas..."

Neto

They stayed on the truck and finally they got to where they needed to be up near Chumash. Neto came out of the car, equipped with a Spas 12. He aimed at the window of the truck. "Out of the car, puto!" The man did as he was told. They checked the vehicle for any trackers and found none. They did find a cell phone with the Trackify app so Neto tossed it. Gordo and Demon tied up the two truck drivers and gagged them in the back. Neto got into the drivers seat and Gordo got in the passenger seat. He told Chela, "Hey you can drive my coche but dn't fuck it up all right?"

The chola nodded. They drove up the highway. "Think those two punks in the back will hold?" Gordo asked. Santa Muerte nodded. "Yeah. Neither one of them are getting out of there. We'll probably have to cut their heads off and bury them in teh desert."

"Chingado...that what you guys did with the cartel?" Neto said in a somewhat haunted voice, "Sometimes..."

"Orale...well...hey appeeciate you getting ny back bak there. I know I was out of line before with the fist fight. I lost. I started it. Dispensa. We should start fresh. You didn't have to get my back against that fool Rhino."

"Yeah why are you cool with him anywy? You just grew up with those fuckers or what? Slim I mean."

"Yeah he's cool, dog. I mean we both went our directions in the game but that's la vida, no? I heard around the hood you don't like the fact that we allied with them, right. But your boy out there is."

"Like I told Renata and Angela," He stated. "He's from the east coast and he's independent. But I think after that shit back there he's seeing how unstable they are. Besides, Demon wants to use him as an inside guy. I'm not liking the idea of putting him at risk but then I don't think he should kick it with them anyways but if he does, I'd rather have him around them to tell us inside shit."

"Yeah well I don't think he shold do that either but tha's cause we don't need another war with them. It's not like we get along with any other Family hood besides CGF. So what's it matter if have just one ally from their side? Shit...you don't even gotta be homies with thm. Just look at it like a job. Like something you do for money. We can make more monet working with them than warring with them."

"You can do the same allying with Vagos."

"Hey, East Los, Vespucci, fucking Cypress Flats, I'm fine with that, ese. But those Jamestown putos will always be my enemigas."

"Yeah well Demon, Tiny, Morena and Gata didn't have that problem with trying to be cool withthem."

"Yeah but they don't speak for me. I've lost homies from the Jamestown Vagos and from Carson Avenue. I aint got love for Carson. Don't try and make it seem like I'm against trucing with Raa it aint that it's just that Jamestown is who's killed my homies. No CGF ever killed any homies of mine and it's just like that with the Families. I wouldn't truce with Carson either. I got love for East Los Vagos but hate Rancho Vagos and I hate Carson but got loe for CGF. I aint gonna apologize for that shit, homes there's too many haters in the world so if I can get a little peace just in one or two other neighborhoods in the ghetto besides my own I'm gonna do that. Besides, even if I didn't have friends in the Hills, I still got customers out there and it's beter if I gotta meet up with some people that live out there."

"Maybe but they wion't be ok with you dealing on their turf. Think about it, Gordo. A local junkie is going to go to you, somebody from Rancho for their coka y chiva. That means either they're losing potential money from the addictos out there and you're competition or that means that they're already in debt to them and they gotcut off and rather than paying them back for the shit they owe, they're going to you with what they wouls see as money they should pay them back with. So then you'll have dealers in their projects mad at the dope fiends and you. What do you think's going to happen? Just because pedo has never jumped off with CGF after the 90's like the other gangs doesn't mean that there never will be. Remember, they're friends with other Family hoods that we do got beef with. The friend of a friend is an enenmy right? Well the friend of your enemy is your enemy."

They put the head sets on so they could patch into what was happening o the other end and they heard gunshots. He could hear all kinds of comotion. Looks like they're not having a good time of it, ese should we go help?" Asked Gordo. "Nah they can handle themselves. Paul's yoing but he's a survivor. And the Families, this is ust another day at the office."

Paul's voice came in, "They tracked us through the phone! If we can just get past these guys we should be in the clear!"

"Just hang in there!" Neto told the younger man. They spotted a convoy of Lost MC bikes. Possibly as much as twelve. "Ah shit! We got company too!" Neto cried out ducking down as the rounds started being let off. Gordo did the same but he cursed, "How the fuck did they know where we were going?!" Gordo demanded . "I don't know! We took their fucking phones, right? They shou;dn't have been able to track us for shit!"

Neto pulled over breaking out his FX-05 Xiuhcoatl. "What are you doing, eh? Parking us in the street makes us fucking sitting ducks."

"Yeah but at least we can shoot back."

"Idiota! We're not going to stop the truck. We can still shoot and drive! You just need to take care of it! Here let me drive!" The driver window shattered as the bikers gave a second go around firing on them. "We at least gotta buy ourselves some breathing room to move again," Neto stated. He got out aiming at the Lost bikers who were opening fire on the truck. He aimed at the biker who had driven off road and was going to circle back. He fired and hit the Lost MC member in the back of the head and he was dead before he hit the ground. Gordo came out of the cab shooting too.

Gata came out firing an H&K MP5. She took out two bikers, one was a patched member and the other was a prospect. She hit the first biker in the side and the rounds pumbled into his ribcage. They both fell off the bike but the prospect riding bitch was sent flying breaking his legs on impact. "I don't think you'll be doing too much riding, cabron! They're gonna give you your patch post mortum!" Gordo stated as he fired. Big Demon fired his pistol out the window as he drove and he rammed a Lost member off the road running him over, the biker rolled off the hood of the car. "You fuckers are making me fuck up my carucha!" Screamed the Mexican and Samoan gangster. "That's going to cost you your bikes!"

Giggles fired her old school 1-80 Machine gun. She let two bikers on foot have it, one with seventeen rounds in the gut hitting him in the kidneys and the liver. She knew where they were in the body and she saw the rounds hit them there and even if she hadn't, several had gone in through th stomach"I'll save you a few trips to the bar, maricon!"

A biker tried to fire into the car and Demon ducked forcing Giggles to duck too as he grabbed her and he opened the door knocking the biker off the Zombie and the man fell off bouncing on the street. "Should have worn a helmet!" He fired his pistol with three rounds in the back of the collapsed biker.

Tiny came out firing an AK-74 and he hit a biker who did have a helmet on blowing his right eye out, turning the biker's eyes from brown to red as he blew it out. He ducked behind the car they had arrived in and Morena let off rounds from her M4. Her rounds hit a large and obeese biker, the rounds went through his sttomach and exited his back. Tiny's rounds lined up the stomach of a Caucasian red haired biker with frizzy cown like hair and at least seven of the rounds fragmented inside him bouncing around in the bone of the man's left arm. The man screamed as blood sprayed from the wounds and he fell to the ground, dying.

"You little shits! Johnny is gonna kill ya!" Screamed a biker. "Trevor Phillips Industries is gonna hear aboput this too! We're supposed to be working togerther!"

El Pajaro had an Armsel Striker. He fired hitting a retreating biker in the back near the shoulders and the rounds came out of his chest on the other side as his lungs collapsed and blood sprayed from his wounds and his mouth. Chucky also let off rounds from his own shotgun. He hit an African American biker coming towards him with an M-16. The blast took his head off and as the skull hit the ground half teh jaw was gone too.

"Nobody's telling anybody anything cayuse you're all going to die!" Neto shouted as he fired the Spas 12 upon emoptying his Assault Rifle. He hit a biker in the side barbequing the little fuckers ribs. The gang member coughed up blood writhing on the ground. Chela was shooting it out with three prospects and she managed to drop two of them. The Honduran gangster was good at shooting. Gordo also had a .500 Magnum on him. He aimed at a biker who was drawing a bead on Neto. He fired and hit the man in the stomach and tore a gigantic hole in him. Gordo chuckled. "Talk about getting up in them guts."

Another came from a Lost MC Burrito and Gordo fired hitting him in the head with a shot and the blast took out damn near half his brain in an explosion of skull fragments and gray matter. "You fucking cholo douche bags! You're all dead!" El Pajaro cackled as he fired from cover, "All your old bikers are fat alcoholics and all your youngsters are just emo rejects, ese!" Chucky was hit from behind in the back of the head with twelve rounds from a UMP. Ortega let the biker who did it have it with rounds from his own AK-47. The biker took twenty rounds in the stomach, both legs and chest and five in the face.

"Trevor Phillips is tired of you biker putos too!" Yelled Ortega. You think he gives a shit about any of you? He doesn't!"

Neto fired the Spas 12 making spam out of the last two bikers even as one of them fired an M4 Spectre at him hitting him with eight rounds in the vest in the stomach. He let them have it. They got back into the truck and began to head to their destination. Finally, he was able to text Paul that they were on their way. "Nice shooting back there, eh," Stated Gordo. "You too. That's a pretty big fucking Magnum. I've used them before."

"Yeah I like em better than magazine guns. Just gives off more of a bang."

They arrived at the spot finally where the CGF members were waiting. Paul was covered in blood and she spotted an African American woman who had red eyes indicating she'd been crying. Judging from the bloodied car it wasn't hard to figure out that a few had probably died on their end. He walked up to Paul slapping hands and exchanging a quick man hug. "Que paso, hermano you all right?" Paul nodded. "I'll tell you about it later..."

They spotted a brown skinned Mexican wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket he had black feathered shaggy neck length hair. Big Demon stated, "That's our buyer. El b He's with Martin Madrazo."

Neto shot the shot caller a look and the shot caller gave him one back indicating they would discuss this later. Everybody was introduced to each other who had not met before. The man and two cartel thugs checked the back for the drug shipments. "Bueno...you will be well compensated...all of you..."

Gordo pointed out, "Oh shit I forgot..."

The two cartel bodyguards pulled out the two Lost MC members who had been tied up in the back, "That..."

El Murciélago chuckled. "No es problema. Sólo un error de novato," (It's no problem. Just a rookie mistake.)

The cartel Lieutenant then added, "Just don't let it happen again,"

He had the two men untied. "You two are Lost MC members, no?" The guys nodded. "Yeah...East Vinewood chapter..."

"I trust you won't say a word about this to your colleagues? After all, I am working for Mr Madrazo. You might be outlaw motorcycle Chingones but you're no match for all of Sinaloa. This I promise you."

One of them stated, "We won't say a word. We might go after the Aztecas and Families but we don't want a war with the Madrazos."

"Very well...you can go..."

The two began to walk away and El Murciélago looked at his two bodyguards, then at Gordo and then Big Demon. "Do you believe them?" They all just stared back at the cartel thug. "I didn't think so," He pulled out his Desert Eagle at the men. He aimed as they ran hoping to hitch a ride. He fired and he hit one of them in the back of the head.

The other turned to see what he had done seeing his friend pitch over dead and he started to run faster but the cartel member fired two more shots and hit the second man in the back. He and the two guards approached the wounded man who coughed up blood as the powerful .50 rounds had gone through his back and out his stomach. The biker was unable to look at him so he wheezed looking only at his shadow, "You said...we could go..."

"Si...si...free to go. Straight to hell..." With that, he put a final round into the back of the man's head.

He then looked at Gordo and stated, "If we do any further business with you and your people, we expect loose ends like this dealt with."

He then ordered his men to deal with the two dead bodies. The CGF members insisted to the cartel thug that they would get their dead female member back to the hood safe. The cartel gang member gave them a blanket to cover her body on the ride back and supplied the CGF members and Paul with new vehicles to take back to Los Santos.

"You know how I feel about the Madraos, ese..." Neto growled. "Come on..." Big Demon said putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'll buy ya a beer..."

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That's it for this chapter, guys i hope you enjoyed. So we finished that army flashback from Neto doing a raid for the army against the Zeros (Zetas) cartel and he lost a friend of his but there's a lot more to his army flashbacks than just that one. Over time, you'll see his Zapatista memories too but not every flashback will exactly be in order, just like Joaquin in Ballad Of A Cholo which i did more true to life when you remember something you just remember based on something that reminds you of it or just reflecting you don't do it in any kind of timeline order you can think about something two years ago today and ten years ago tomorrow so that's really true to life.

So now Neto has somewhat gotten along better with Gordo think it will last? As for El Murciélago (The bat) he is visually based on Gerardo Taracena from Queen Of The South. He was also Haracio in Sin Nombre and Middle Eye in Apocalypto.

As for Ivan, so obviously this Adalrik guy was a dead end. Do you think he is telling the truth? And if Ivan's father is not in San Andreas where do you think he might be?

That war that Ivan and Kuma talked about as far as the Germans vs the Herero and Namaqu in the early 1900's really did happen. This was long before both World Wars though.

As for Neto he showed more humanity I was told before he's like a robot he can have human emotions but he views crying as weak and anger as what should be felt it's machismo so that's why he broke the shot glass.

As for Peaches she is visually based on Regina Hall while D Doll is based on Mary J Blige.

Chela is loosely based on America Ferrera and Sara Ramirez but a hotter and more chola version of both. But still same body type. I may change my mind on that actually.

El Pajaro is visually based on JD Pardo.

As for Neto's vibe about Rhinlo you think he's right or it's just the meth? And if it'sjust the meth why would he feel that only off him?

I mean for it to be ironic that both Ortega and the Lost were saying to each other that both are useless to Trevor Phillips and there was no way it wouldn't be. But it's not like either side sees it coming. Scratch that. Johnny should have seen it coming but Ortega i can see how he would be surprised Trevor in Online has you fuck up the Lost constantly he doesn't attack the Aztecas covertly at all before hand.

The next chapter will show what happend with Packie. As for Packie meeting Kiki, pro bono lawyers aren't always workin for free most don't do free per say but a reduced price however the ones who are pro bono, can afford to do so for a client wo can't pay because they charge fees from other clients who can.

As for what Paul said that is true about cars not protecting you only the engine block really can. Also all though Chucky is not a major character and yet he did die, I made D Doll's more emotional. But if it seems like CGF took more damage now, it's because in a few chapters an Azteca character will die. I know who it will be but am curious which of them you would least like to see die.

Reneta/Morena who does not entirely hate the Families and had past homegirls? Big Demon who is more or less a good leader and at least fights alongside his soldiers? Gordo who though an asshole, is a relentless shit talker and was quite funny this chapter? Gata/Andrea who knows that Neto is using meth and wants him to stop but has not told on him cause she doesn't want him to catch a violation? Dimples, who Paul and Neto rescued from a pimp? Or Tiny the big but easy going neighborhood cholo? Who do you think it will be? Better yet who do you not want it to be? And who do you think sent Packie that second text? Think GTA IV. That's the only hint you'll get from me.

Also as for Emiliana, she is visually based on the Mexican actress Adriana Paz. And in case any of you didn't know, chiva is slang for heroin.

All right till next time.