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.

35. Walk On Water

Neto

She snarled with hormones, "Quiero que me cojas," Her voice was lowered sexy and demanding. "Te deseo."

The Mayan drove into her sex feverishly she, spreading her legs for him as he began to enter her at a slow pace. He squeezed her chi chis as he entered her and she wrapped those sexy legs around him her toe nails scratching his left ass cheek. He didn't mind. He closed his eyes feeling the wet and tight sensation of the cholas pussy around his cock and he lifted her right breast to his mouth sucking on it while kneading the other softly as he increased his speed inside her. She breathed out letting a longer gust of wind than usual as he went in and out of her but she thrust upwards to match him and she put her hand on top of his hand which was on top of her breast guiding his hand to her other breast.

"Quiero que me des duro hoy..." She hissed. He responded, "Voy a devorarte," She giggled. "Ya tienes!"

She dug her nails into his shoulder blades on each side as she let out gasp of lust as he entered in and out of her box as he licked her teta. He moved his mouth to her other breast while moving his hands down to her legs lifting one each in the air as he positioned her more pushing into her pleasure mound. His cock pulsated with sensation as he entered her and she moaned with lust as he drove into her walls.

He moved his fingers down to her folkds toying with the edges of her labia as he entered her and he moved up to her hood as he did knowing to not go to the clit right away. He'd been with tons of Azteca homegirls in the past but that was down in Mexico. Even so it'd been a few months since he'd had sex. He spreaded her wetness with her fingers slowing down a moment. She took his fingers to her mouth sucking them and she licked her lips. "Damelo duro...aye papi...aye...aye ayyyyeeeeeeeeeee..." She whimpered stretching her moans out as he began to go faster into her.

She stared intently into his eyes as though he was a life long lover forcing his face forth for a fiery kiss as they fucked. He began to go deeper into her her walls wetter and loosening now as he pounded down into her cunt.

She had him stop a moment so she could mount onto him. She began to take him in slowly one inch at a time to get herself ready for the sensation. He let out a breath of air himself and she put both hands on his face still insistent on kissing and she ruffled his hair as she went up and down on his pole. "Me excitas..." She cooed.

He grunted and gave her a swat on her ass cheek and she let out a high yelp "AH!" As he did but he let out a gutteral growl licking and sucking on her tits a bit more roughly this time as he thrust up into her and her circular hip motions, "Uh...Neto...uhh...ahhhhhhh!" She wailed as her face got a bit redder and her mouth opened and her pupils changed in size.

He swatted her bubble butt again putting more umpfh into her cheeks with force. "You like that, huh?" He growled and he sunk his teeth into her neck sucking on her flesh and she gasped at first trying to get used to it but then she was able to tolerate it a few moments later. He carressed her bouncing butt cheeks, now both covered in red marks from his hands and he rubbed them almost as if the butt fondling equivalent of kissing it better. "Me encantan estos muslos, mija. Y tu culo..."

He used his thumb and not even the two fingers he normally used, to massage around her swollen clit as he drove into her wanting womanhood. She purred, "As lo que quieras, guapo..."

The minutes passed on by going past them. Her dripping slit felt like heaven as the cholo went in and out of her. She carressed his arms kissing his chest humming with pleasure from her mouth. He stood up picking her up in the air as he fucked her and this increased her moans in octave noise and her moans were half of that of pleasure and half of surprise as it was very spur of the moment to pick her up. She'd never had that done before. He held her up as he thrust into her and the penetration was almost too intensde but she got used to it and she held onto him taking every inch of him deeper and deeper.

He drove in and out of her and she got louder. She moaned, "Aye papi chulo..! Nadie me lo das... como tu..."

He smacked her ass again spurred by her words and he thrust deeper inside her pounding her wet and soaking mound as he held her up. He spun her around a moment and she let out a high pitched squeal high enough to get a dogs ear to perk up a mile away. It was a constant series of thrusts and boucing as her luscious ass plus her small but firm tetas bounced as he drove into her not to mention the look of her body bouncing, her ass rolling even as she took his pole like a champ.

"¿Te gusta?" He whispered in her ear. "Siiiiiiii...!" She wailed as she bounced back and forth and up and down as he gripped tight on her hips. He slammed deeper into her. He held her up fucking her for nearly twenty minutes before he had to set her back down again. He bent her over the couch this time fucking her doggystyle. He toyed with her folds as he drove into her damp panocha and he began to finger her asshole too as he poked her wanting hole.

"Dame esa leche! Ven conmigo!"

"I'll try..." He growled spanking her again. He pulled her hair as he fucked her on the couch her legs shaking as he hit her g spot and he toyed with her clit and he licked the sweat from her back. "Fuck me...aye...CABRON!" As he went faster into her twat he pulled her hair as she thrust back into him letting her slick walls slide on his knob. "AYYYE PENDEJOOOOOOOOO!" As he had learned these past several minutes all though she used effectionate terms during her dirty talk while getting pounded like an Iraqi prisoner, she also was the type to curse at him and use insults during sex to spur him to fuck her harder.

"MAS FUERTE!" She screamed as his hot breath was on her neck and he lay his abdomen across her sweaty back kissing it as his cock punched downward into her gaping hole. Her butt bounced with motion as he penetrated her as hard and deep as she could take him. "AHHHH! Se siente rico..." She moaned. His cock was slick with her juices as he penetrated her walls and he fingered her clit and fold with enough presciscion and the proper speed and rythym he could have been a pianist.

She was close now. "Voy a venir! AHHHHHHH! OOHHH...DIOS...MIO...NETO..." She wasn't quite there yet but she would be soon. He increased the friction. He toyed with her anus, her clit and her cunt was taken care of as he jack hammered into her. "Ohhhh...mmmh..." She came soon after her moans increasing in a higher tone but then they got lower but still femimnine as she rode out the wave of her orgasm. She panted doubling over, "Fuck..." Her juices spilled out on his jumk. "Give me a sec..."

He gave her a moment and she said, "Okay...keep going... Un pocomás suave..." He began to go back into her and before long he was penetrating her again he did start slower as she asked but after a few minutes at the steady pace she told him to go faster. He was starting to feel himself lose control with the sight of her ass and her breasts he could see even from behind her, her sexy back as he pushed into her.

Finally, he lost control. He pulled out, "I'm gonna..." He pulled out of her and she tensed up he exploded on her back and partly on her ass. She panted there for a moment. They both took a second to clean up and she laid down. He was hot and sweaty but he obliged her to lie with her. She rubbed a hand through his hair. She noticed a scar there. "You never did tell me the story of what happened here..."

"There's not much to tell. I got shot."

"Really?" He looked at her nodding.

2011

Tense Past

He was on leave now from his service. He'd been with the cartel for a couple of years. Despite his military service and his affiliation to the cartel, he whas still with the Aztecas at heart and if anything it further solidified the alliance between the street gang and the cartel. He walked the streets of Culiacán Rosales, Sinaloa.

He walked toward the black Cavalcade. A large Mexican man with deep brown skin and a muscular build with a crew cut and shades opened the door for him. He got in and he saw Javier Madrazo. "¿Qué Huele, pues?"

(What's up, man?)

Neto eyed the cartel leader with curiosity. "Tú eres el que me llamó aquí. ¿Qué quieres?"

(You're the one who called me out here. What do you want?)

Javier made a tsk tsk sound, "No seas una fresa, Neto. Te llamé aquí por tu propio beneficio. Buscamos a uno de los hijos de perras a cargo de Los Zeros."

(Don't be a fresa, Neto. I called you here for your own benefit. We tracked down one of the sons of bitches in charge of Los Zeros.)

Neto eyed the cartel leader with curiosity. "¿Cúal? ¿Estás hablando de uno de los treinta?"

(Which one? Are you talking about one of the big thirty?)

"Sí. Spencer Trujillo. Ese hijo de puta es responsable de la muerte de al menos diez de mis hombres. Buena gente. No sé si él es una de las personas que son responsables de la tragedia en su familia, pero es probable que al menos sepa quién era si todavía están vivos," Replied Javier.

(Yes. Spencer Trujillo. That motherfucker is responsible for the deaths of at least ten of my men. Good people. I don't know if he's one of the people that are responsible for the tragedy in your family but chances are he will at least know who was if they are still alive.)

Neto had heard of him. He was a man of Mexican and Colombian descent born of two cartel lineages as Trujillo's mother had been the daughter of a major Colombian kingpin while his father had been a drug smuggler who had been a partner of said Colombian kingpin's drug operations but had demanded a full partnership due to taking most of the risks. It was unlikely that Trujillo had been one of those who killed his parents though he may have certainly been there, it wasn't likely he had pulled the trigger.

He had only been nineteen at the time a year into his service with the army when he had joined. Of course, hhe had bbeen one of the 30 recruited but he would have likely been sent in to get his feet wet but the likelihood of Neto's parents, both of whom were veterans of anti government guerilla warfare getting killed by a rookie soldier was unlikely.

No, it was likely one of the older soldiers but all the same if he didn't talk hhe would bleed. In fact as he felt anger in his chest he decided that even if he did talk he would bleed. Javier told the driver to drive them. "¿Adónde vamos?" Asked Neto.

(Where we headed?)

"Vamos a Chiapas. Esa es tu antigua tierra azteca, ¿no? Te alegrará saber que algunos de tus viejos amigos de la cliqua estarán allí."

(We're going to Chiapas. That's your old Azteca stomping ground, no? You'll be glad to know that some of your old friends from the clique will be there.)

They took a long drive. Hours passed before they reached Chiapas. Finally at dusk, they were there. They got out and Neto looked to see Sleepy, Tata Maria, and Casper. He glared at them all. "Pinche ratas. ¡Me dejaste para ser arrestado! ¿Después de esa mierda en el zoológico?"

"Perdonome, Neto. No era así, hermano. Es sólo que todos tuvimos que salir de allí o habríamos sido arrestados. Hubieras hecho lo mismo. Usted ha hecho lo mismo," Sleepy replied.

(I'm sorry, Neto. It wasn't like that, 's just we all had to get out of there or we would have been arrested. You would have done the same. You have done the same.)

They all walked up to a parked gray Burrito where they had took his usual Rifle plus the Glock 18 he was carrying. Sleepy took an M-16, Tata took an AK-12, Maria took a AN-94 Casper took a Spas 12. For himself, Javier had a Barrett REC7

"Orale. Estos cabrones estarán dentro de este club. Sólo porque este no es su territorio no significa que no están tratando de hacerse cargo de las ciudades que van más allá de su alcance. Algunos de sus guardaespaldas estarán embalando así que esperan que resistan, además sé que tienen un arsenal arriba," Stated Javier.

(All right, These fuckers will be inside this club. Just because this isn't their territory doesn't mean they aren't trying to take over cities that go beyond their reach. A few of their bodyguards will be packing so expect them to resist, plus I know they have an armory upstairs.)

In addition to Madrazo, and the two guards he had with him including the muscular vato, he had another carload of Madrazo goons coming with him. Neto recognzed one of them. Pepe "zel Morado" Guzman was a Negro. He was from Costa Chica de Guerrero, Mexico. He was forty years old and ugly as all hell but he had class to him.

He always dressed like a rich man always wearing designer suits despite coming from one of the poorest parts of Mexico. He was a full fledged Madrazo Cartel member. He was above Neto in rank as Neto was mostly a glorified hitman all though Neto had some businesses and fronts here and there in Chiapas and Yucatan. Still, all thoughh Pepe was above him he was obviously lower on the tier than Javier who was second only to his cousin.

He also had three mestizos from Guerrero he did not recognize but he could tell that was where they were from. El Morado lit a Cuban cigar with the image of Hatuey on the side. "Ahhhh Santa Muerte. Como esta? No he hecho la lista ahora, ¿verdad, muchacho?"

(Santa Muerte, how are you? I haven't made the list now, have I, boy)

"Chale, wey. No que yo sepa. Pero si sigues fumando esos malditos stogies te llevarás a una tumba temprana."

(Not to my knowledge. But if you keep smoking those fucking stogies you'll drive yourself to an early grave. )

"Bueno, tengo cuarenta años. Este perro viejo ya ha cazado mucho más de lo que se esperaba que durara. Estoy en tiempo prestado de todos modos. Lo único que puedo hacer es disfrutar del paseo antes de estrellarme y quemarme, ¿no?"

(Well, I'm forty years old. This old dog has already hunted a lot longer than I was expected to last. I'm on borrowed time anyway. The only thing I can do is enjoy the ride before I crash and burn, no?)

Neto noticed all four of his old Azteca friends mad dogging El Morado. "Hey, tómalo con calma."

(Hey, take it easy)

Javier nodded. "Basta hablar. Vamos a golpear esos putos."

(Enough talk. Let's hit these bitches)

They put baklavas on over their faces. With the exception of the Aztecas who put dark blue bandannas over their faces. They forced their way past the bodyuards Neto knocked the bouncers to the ground hitting one with an AK butt to the face. As they stormed in and behind him, the three Madrazo thugs with El Morado fired their MP7's into the two bodyguards. Neto went inside but he yelled, "¡No hay civiles! ¡Sólo estamos aquí para ceros!"

(No civilians! We are only here for Zeros!)

Javier growled, "¡No eres el capitán aquí, lo soy!"

(You're not the Captain here I am!)

Mexican Cumbia music was blasting in the club and people were dancing and grinding against each other. Neto fired a burst off and people took off running in fear just as he saw that Zeros were starting to fire at them. A few civilians caught strays from the Zeros anyway but most of them ran out of the way. Neto fired hitting a Zero bodyguard in a gray suit, a man with dark brown skin slicked back hair and a goatee and mustache. He hit him with six rounds in the chest. The man fell down as his lungs were crushed by air. There was a lot more Zero's in the club than they anticipated.

Sleepy let off a burst of rounds firing fourteen rounds hitting one Zero in the chest, a man who was of Amerindian and African descent with features from both, dark skin and wavy hair. The man fell with three rounds in the right side of his chest but he fired two rounds one of them striking Tata in the left forearm. She fired her Rifle into his chest further and watched the maroon gangster bled from his mouth moments before four more rounds entered his mouth knocking teeth out and tearing his lips up.

Sleepy's remaining rounds hit a dark skinned mestizo male of about five six with a shaved head in the chest and as the man fell more rounds hit him in the back and right shoulder. "Maldito Cero putos!" He yelled.

(Dirty zero bitches!)

Casper let the shotgun ring out striking a Madrazo goon in his right arm tearing it in half at the elbow and his bone popped out. As the man screamed he fired again tearing the flesh from his face off to reveal a bloodied red and white grinning skull. Just then some automatic fire rang out and one of the men with El Morado was hit struck seven times in the gut as a few gang members who were not Zeros but instead Marabunta Grande affiliated with them, fired at them. A few Marabunta females fired Handguns down at them from the second floor and they hit one of Javier's men.

Javier hit one of the females who did it with nine rounds in her chest and she fell. "¡No puedes resistir a la familia Madrazo!"

(You cannot resist the Madrazo family!)

The strobe lights were still going and so was the music even as the deejay ran for his life among the patrons. As Neto went upstairs, firing at one of the Marabunta hynas, he struck the female, a woman with wavy black hair that was rather pretty and it looked like it had hairspray in it. He hit her in the forehead. Three light skinned Marabunta members retreated but fired pistols to get away from the Aztecas and the Madrazo goons. Neto noticed in his side vision, that a woman who was a dark skinned female not affiliated with either cartel or gang, was shooting it out with a few Madrazo goons downstairs. He took out two more of the men Javier had broyght with him and Neto was going to shoot her but then he noticed she was shooting one of the Zero's as well. She was just trying to survive it seemed but she had skills that almost seemed military.

She was a very pretty indigenous woman and he wondered what she was. Nahuatl? Mixtec? Maya? Zapoteca? It didn't matter at the moment. Only finding Trujillo mattered and surviving this shit. Just then, Tata was struck five times in the chest by a Zero with an AR-15. She fell over bleeding and Neto, despite his anger at having been arrested at the zoo some years ago he cried out, "TATA!" Casper avenged her firing a shot into the stomach of the man who had done this. The man doubled over dropping his Rifle but Casper fired again. "Hijo de puta!" (Son of a bitch!)

A Marabunta member came towards Neto swinging at him but he dodged just barely. The man had ran out of ammo for his pistol and had resorted to blades. "Vamos, puto dejar de correr!"

(Come on bitch stop running!)

nOne of the men that was under El Morado, though wounded, went to put his SMG at the back of the Marero's head however that Marbunta member swung his blade behind him on instinct and cleaved the poor bastard in the face. The Marabunta, fast as lightning turned around and kicked the man freeinmg the blade from his skull. Casper went to shoot him but Casper was struck by two rounds from an M-16 as a Zero member, this man of Criollo ancestry, with pale skin a graying mustache and silver hair the man looking to be in his fifties, sprayed at them. Casper fell over but Maria let him have it with the rest of her magazine and she shredded the old bastard.

Pepe took down two more Zeros plus a Marabunta member as he was wasting no time ging for head shots. Casper got to his feet seeing that the Marabunta member with the machete who was clearly high as a kite off something, moved towards Neto again. " No puedes correr desde El jaguar!"

(You can't run from El Jaguar!)

The man hissed like he was a cat and swung the blade. Neto barely moved out of the way but the blade did cut his cheek a bit. Neto fired into the man hitting him in the right shoulder but he had to reload. The man jumped up kicking him sending him flying back. The rounds to the shoulder didn't seem to have fazd him. He noticed Maria was now pinned down taking cover as more Zero reinforcements arrived. They sprayed at the Madrazo and Aztecas on the top floor. Pepe did his best to thin them out as did Javier but they kept coming. Plus the woman on the bottom floor did as well. She had retreated to the ladies room for cover.

Casper went to shoot El Jaguar as he was about to try and pounce on Neto with the machete but Casper hit him in teh back of the head with it and was going to fire but it was empty. Though stunned a moment, El Jaguar swung his blade slicing Casper's left arm off. Blood sprayed all over his white t El Jaguar who cackled like a maniac licking up the dark red liquid as if he was an animal or a vampire.

Neto reloaded and stood up taking the chance. He fired round after round into the Marabunta member the first striking him in the chest, the second in the right lung a third in the stomach the fourth in the heart the fifth in the throat and the sixth in the clavicle. As the gang member fell over covered in his own blood and Casper's he was still smiling even as he coughed up blood. Neto fired a final shot between his eyes blowing his brains out along with bits of skull and gray matter.

He ran to Casper's side trying to stop the bleeding and he had heard of instances where one could be saved but he was bleeding at a rapid rate, they were nowhere near a hospital, and they were in the middle of a shootout. "Lo siento, Casper ..."

(I'm sorry, Casper)

Casper's face was turning pale and he said, "Estamos aún ahora ... cabron..."

(We're even now...asshole...)

With that he lost consciousness

Three Marabunta members fired on El Morado with Handguns. They struck the Black Mexican in the chest. The first Marero was a dark skinned man with short hair and the numbers 1 on one side of his face and 3 on the other. The second was a lighter brown skinned pelon but he looked equally ruthless. The third was the lightest skinned of them, his skin a light beige but he still looked ethnically Mexucan and he had a thin mustache and slicked back hait.

They fired at both Javier and El Morado striking them both but Javier took one in the left shoulder while El Morado took four in the chest. Javier pulled El Morado to cover. "Chingada..." Coughed El Morado as Javier returned fire from cover behind a plant. "Santa Muerte! ¡Ha golpeado cerca del hígado! ¿Qué carajo hago?"

(Santa Muerte! He's hit near the liver! What the fuck do I do?)

"¿Izquierda o derecha?" Called Neto. (Left side or right?)

"¡Izquierda!" (Left!)

"¡Eso es bueno! Menos sangrado interno!" (That's good! Less internal bleeding!)

Neto stood up and started firing the Rifle like a mad man striking a Marabunta member in the face and he mowed down three more Madrazo goons. He spotted Trujillo and Trujillo fired his Rifle at him but his weapon jammed. Neto charged at him and started punching him in the face. He hit the older

Neto stood up and started firing the Rifle like a mad man striking a Marabunta member in the face and he mowed down three more Madrazo goons. He spotted Trujillo and Trujillo fired his Rifle at him but his weapon jammed. Neto charged at him and started punching him in the face. He hit the older man again and again drawing blood with each blow. "¿Dónde está Sandoval, culero?!"

(Where's Sandoval, asshole?)

The cartel thug threw a punch back and blindsided Neto. He threw another punch and followed up with a left hook. This only made Neto angrier and he body slammed the cartel member into the wall. He grabbed Trujillo by the hair and walked him into his office. "¿Dónde? Vas a decirme lo que necesito saber."

(Where? You're going to tell me what I need to know)

Trujillo spat blood at him. "¿Necesito saber? ¿O quieres saber?"

(Need to know? Or want to know?)

Neto slammed his head on the desk and twisted his arm around to break it. "¿Por qué no tomas una conjetura salvaje. ¿Hace alguna diferencia? En treinta segundos te voy a follar si no me dices lo que pido."

(Why don't you take a wild guess. Does it make a difference? In thirty seconds I'll be fucking you up if you don't tell me what I ask.)

"¡Él no está aquí! ¡No sé dónde está!"

(He is not here! I do not know where he is!)

"La primera parte creo ..." Neto stated. "¿El segundo? No tanto," With that he broke his arm.

(The first part I believe. The second? Not so much.)

"Vete a la mierda! ¡Vuelve a Yucatán, puto campesino!"

(Fuck you! Go back to Yucatan you peasant!)

Neto broke his other arm and he screamed. "¿Esperas que crea que no sabes lo que es tu jefe?"

(You expect me to believe you don't know where your boss is?)

Neto removed his mask. "Supongo que no tiene sentido ocultarse. Tu sabes quien soy. Soy el hombre que busca el pedazo de mierda que mató a mis padres. Y ese hombre es Rafael Sandoval. Y todos sus cobardes tenientes y capitanes. Usted no puede ser el que disparó el gatillo, pero usted es uno de los treinta originales."

(I guess there's no point in hiding. You know who I am. You know who I am. I'm the man looking for the piece of shit that killed my parents. And that man is Rafael Sandoval. And all of his cowardly lieutenants and captains. You may not be the one who pulled the trigger but you are one of the original thirty.)

He took the machete that he had taken from the dead Marero. "Vas aderramar tu tripa de una manera u otra. No eres el único Cero que puedo joder por información. Pero tu cadáver será un buen ejemplo."

(You'll spill your guts one way or another. You're not the only Zero I can fuck up for information. But your corpse will make a fine example. )

Neto stabbed him in the stomach with the machete and twisted the blade. Trujillo's eyes went wide with pain as blood oozed from his mouth and he pulled the blade out making sure to do as much damage as possible as he pulled it out and his intestines were exposed a ghastly smell in the air. He turned around to see a 14 year old boy with brown skin somewhat shaggy slicked back hair and deep brown eyes that almost looked innocent. The boy was carrying a pistol and Neto made him for a Marabunta member. "Mara por vida, homie..."

The kid pulled the trigger striking Neto in the forehead.

2013

As he lay next to her she was astounded. "You got shot?" Neto nodded. "Yep. Shot by a pee wee. Got a plate in my head because of it."

"Damn...that;s fucked up. How did you survive?"

"That woman in the club. She was a Zapatista. She had gone there to recruit some of the people at the club. I mean she liked to dance too but she'd even been known to recruit women that were...whores for the Madrazos. Both girlfriends of the cartel as well as prostitutes."

"Tell me about her.." Neto sighed. "Maybe another time..." A dark look in his eyes.

Just then, several rounds went off lighting up her house and he tackled her to the floor shielding her. It was at least one Uzi and one pistol being fired. "Stay down!" He yelled and she screamed in panic. They heard retaliatory fire outside. They got up and got dressed as fast as they could. El Pajaro knocked just as they were coming outside. The Salvadoran had a smoking pistol in his hand. "That was the Families, ese! We don't know what set but they just came through spraying."

Neto looked at Nata and then back at the Azteca. "Guess we're gonna have to hit the streets and find out."

Three Days Later...

Mai

Insurgent

She got into a dark green Merit while Neto jacked somebody for a dark blue Tornado while Ivan was rolling in a stolen dark orange Pheonix. Paul drove a white Cavalcade. Mai knew he hated those vehicles and they likely wouldn't be hanging onto them which was why he didn't mind getting rid of them. Ivan on the other hand, liked sports cars but he hated the color and so he had somewhat of the same reasoning as Paul. Neto on the other hand loved anything that was a potential lowrider but in this case he didn't mind wasting a lowrider so long as it waasn't his all though in some way he must have hated to waste one too.

To Mai, this car reminded her more of the kind of cars she used to drive in the days when she was broke living in South Yankton as she had blown a lot of her money on a new place so she could only rent cars. It wasn't her preference but it would get her from point A to to B and that was what counted at the end of the day.

She pulled out as did the others it was best if they were all in seperate vehicles. She put the music station to LS Rock Radio and the song Fly By Night by Rush played as she drove but still whats she heard in her ears first was Agent 14. "Okay, let's get those armored vehicles. Get down to Davis Quartz Quarry," He instructed.

"You know I'm really looking forward to the day I don't have a spook breathing down my neck."

"Calma carnal," Stated Neto. "If he was an IAA agent he wouldn't be able to tell us anyway. He works for a non specified group. That's going to have to be sufficient enough nd creepy and ominous enough for us for now until we get our pay day and never see his fuckin ass again."

"He hasn't told us who he worked fot. I can smell IAA. That's what he is. He wouldn't be a very good agent if we knew who he was. All though I am not sure what the deal is with this Agent 14 shit. They usually just give their agents pseudonyms anyway. So it's not like the telling us a fake name would give us any idea of who they really are."

Mai in fact, did know Agent 14's real name but to her it wasn't relevant. He wasn't even essential to her investigation into what Neto and Ivan might be into. "You sure you're okay enough to go out with us on this, Ivan?" She asked.

"If I'm not its a little late to turn back mnow, isn'tr it?"

"You know, if these insurgent LAP's, light armored personnel vehicles came with electric driverless capabilities, I might look into the financing options. Use it for the kid's soccer run. Not that I have children...that I know...officially...who needs the paperwork, right?"

"Hey, cabron, that's not funny," Stated Neto to Mai's wonder.

For cars not kids, who needs it when I can recruit degenerates like you to go on errands? Hey by the way would you mind picking up some milk wjhile you're out? I'm joking."

"14, what the fuck do you even listen to yourself talk?" Asked Mai. All though she didn't want to draw attention to herself as an agent, he was being incompetant. Really, if he was so concerned about concealing his identity, for starters he would just use a real name as it would at least be more incognito than Agent 14 which even if you weren't IAA, it still drew attention to you being an agent of some kind. The fact that he was now making small talk of such a stupid nature on ajob like this was very unprofessional.

Neto made a crude gesture which she caught as they drove on the freeway. "Si mon, pues. I got some horchata you can suck right here. Straight from my Manmary," Mai had to laugh at the play on words of man and mammaries as he made a jerking off motion.

"You'll only be asked to collect what needed for the larger operation. So unless we're taking advantage of a guard's lactose intolerance, you won't be sent to the farmers market. Rest assured."

Neto had to laugh at that. "None of the jotos that go to farmers markets would eat or drink dairy, anyway. Bunch of vegan hipster mariones. Like the type you find in Mirror Parque. If you like veggies thats firme but only putos become vegan."

Mai rolled her eyes, "Can we please not talk about dairy? It doesn't bring back a lot of good memories."

"Yeah, why not? We just ate beef the other night with your parents, remember?" She smiled saying, "No, you ate it and they did. I ate everything ele and told you I was full, remember?"

"Yes but I thought you were full. Did you not like it?" She told him, "No, I did take a few bites to be polite I just...Im not that much into dairy product or beef."

"Why are you a vegan to?!" Asked Neto. "Nah Mai's probably lactose intolerant. A lot of East Asians were and many still are. My ancestors used to be too but between adapting to it after all these years and having Kraut ancestry on my moms side, I don't mind it."

"Hey don't disrespect your mothe homes familia es todo,"

"I know that. I wasn't I love my mom I just was talking about Germans in general. Anyway, a lot of Asia still has teir own diets they haven't been in the west as long so a lot of them still got their traditional cuisine. That's one thing about Asia they got luckier on than the Americas or Africas descendants. They still got their cuisines and didn't have to have a big overhaul like us with fry bread or Kahontsi's with chitlins and pig feet. They still got a healthy diet."

"What are you talking about fool? Marco Polo made contact with China long before Columbus came here they've been trading for longer than yours and my gente did with Europeans. I see a lot of beef at these restaurants out here."

"That's in America. In China theres not that much beef eaten as say, pork or chicken or duck. And I know Mexico eats a lot less beef on average than America too with more emphasis on sea food, chickenh and pork. Besides, a lactose intolerant person can have a burger but not eggs, cheese or things like that."

"I'm not lactose intolerat, you guys. I just...cows kind of freak me out..they have ever since I was fifteen,"

"Why? You're from South Yankton how can you be scared of cows? They're everywhere!"

She sighed. "Look okay...when I was young, me my mom and dad went on vacation up to Canada. It was beautiful. When we got back there was some trucker on a freeway who was transporting cows to go to the slaughterhouses but there was some accident there hand there was a swerve and the truck got openhehdh and hcows spilled out all over the highway at a high speed and like six of them fell out into the roads and died. Their bodies were still out there when we pulled up. My mom told me not to look but I saw it. It was emotionally scarring."

Neto started laughing and she said, "Its not funny! It was fucked up and really gross!" Neto replied, "Hey, I don't know why you're afraid of cows, even dead ones. Who wouldn't want to meet a chica with six penises?" Paul laughed and so did Ivan and Paul said, "I think you and me have been in this city too long we're becoming twisted freaks like the people on Vinewood Boulevard."

"That is NOT funny!" Mai growled. "Don't have a cow, Mai," Paul said between laughs and this got Neto to laugh harder. "Orale, mija, if you go to Hawaii you can get yourself a mumu," Paul was howling at that and he swerved and she said, "Calm down, little brother before you crash!" She sighed. "Ivan, at least you're being mature about this..."

Ivan said, "I'm just kind of speechless, really. I was UTTERLY shocked by your story," This got Neto and Paul to roar with laughter further and Ivan laughed as their laughs were contagious. "Jesus, are you guys stoned? it's not that funny!" She however couldn't stop a smile from crossing her face and she kind of nearly laughed but she stifled it.

They drove mostly in silence through the Grand Senora Freeway. She was now listening to What Could Have Been Love by Aerosmith, Paul was listening to City Of Dreams by Charlie Row Campo featuring Wicked from Brownside, Neto was listening to La Llorona by Lila Downs on East Los FM and Ivan was listening to Will They Die 4 You by System Of A Down on Channel X.

They were not far now. "Looks like you're almost at the quarry. Merryweather have rented the place to do some tests on the Insurgent LAP's. It's a live fire test so expect resistance once you engage. Try and hold off engaging for as long as possible, though. Your best chance of success will come if you retain control of the situation."

Mai was ready for that. She had a grenade launcher in the trunk as well as an M4A1 Assault Rifle, a UMP just in case, plus a Sig Saur P226, and an H&K PSG1. Paul had an AA-12 with explosive rounds, an MP5 with armor piercing rounds, a Glock 18 for a sidearm and a spare Uzi in the car for a pinch. Ivan had an AK-74, a Makarov for a sidearm,and in case the Rifle crapped out for any reason he also had a P90 plus three grenades. Neto had an M3, and an AEK-971. It was a weapon that had been used in the Second Chechen War.

They arrived at the place in the middle of the desert. They parked on the side of the road watching as cars went by as they each got their gear. Neto got out of hihs car. Everybody good?"

Paul told him, "I'm driving this piece of shit in there. You coming?" Neto got in. Paul drove first driving straight at the barrier. The two Merryweather guards at the front started firing M4's at him but he ducked down flooring it and he smashed one of them, a muscular white male of about six feet with a punk rock style haircut crushing him against the barrier and the man's spinal cord was broken as he smashed through it and rolled off the hood.

His partner was an African American of about six four who was about Neto's complexion and though his weight cracked the windshield he did not die he was just wounded and he rolled off the side but Mai made short work of him firing a single shot from her Semi Auto and she hit him in the back of the head.

"These vehicles are fast, armored, all terrain, perfect for militarized police, policized military and concerned citizen interests. Whether you're driving this into a theatre of war or a crowd of protestors in downtown LS, you can rest assured. Did I mention youve got an option for leather seats and satellite radio?"

"Insurgent LAP Mark three integrity test on my signal. And fire!" Called a Merryweather instructor as Mai began to aim at Merryweather solders through a scope. She pulled the trigger striking one in the ches sending him crashing to his death. It took them a few moments over the sounds of their testing with live rounds for them to realize they were being attacked. Until it was too late. Ivan and Paul started moving down the quarry but using their height advantage from where they were and fird upon the armored Merryweather goods. Paul struck two of the guards, the first he hit in the face with a storm of rounds from his MP5 whichh went hinto his brain stem up top and his sponal cord on bottom.

Neto fired off his Assault Rifle hitting a bald Caucasian man in the face with six rounds in the chest and Mai covered the three of them further through the hit a male of American Indian descent through the scope with a neck shot. He went down like a sack of potatoes but she had to move over to where Paul and Ivan were being engaged as they came took five rounds from an Assault Rifle from an Asian male Merryweather goon but Ivan made short work of him with the 74 hitting the man in the right arm in an fired at the second, a white male with a muscular body of about six foot five with blonde hair. Paul dropped him with rounds to both knees and the abdomen but he wasn't dead yet. Mai fired a shot into his chin just to make sure he would be.

Paul fired at the second, a white male with a muscular body of about six foot five with blonde hair. Paul dropped him with rounds to both knees and the abdomen but he wasn't dead yet. Mai fired a shot into his chin just to make sure he would be.

Neto meanwhile, was using guerilla warfare tactics running between rocks to hide behind and firing from the position of cover. Ivan soon did the same. Ivan tossed one of his grenades at four Merryweather goons who were engaging him before ducking back behind the stone. The blast killed thrhee out of four of them as debris was kicked up and heads and limbs flew allover and blood decorated the white sandy surface of the ground. The surviving private security member had his left foot blown off and he was bleeding badly and pieces of his shoe lace were sort of burned into the open wound. The guard, a man with pale blonde hair and pink oily skin was screaming in agony sounding not like a mercenary but one of their victims. Paul fired the H&K finishing him with five rounds to the face.

The surviving private security member had his left foot blown off and he was bleeding badly and pieces of his shoe lace were sort of burned into the open wound. The guard, a man with pale blonde hair and pink oily skin was screaming in agony sounding not like a mercenary but one of their victims. Paul fired the H&K finishing him with five rounds to the face.

Ivan's Rifle was shot out of his hands by a Merryweather goon of African American descent and he dropped tro the ground firing his sidearm striking the man six times in the chest whic did not stop him but the 7th round did hit him in his right eye. Ivan had a lot with him as he hauled the P90 down too leaving his H&K on thhe ground, he ran back up the hill and he was about halfway down the quarry.

He grabbed the P90 and came down shedding lead as two Merryweather goons zeroed in on Mai. She felt several rounds hit her in the back as she was flanked by the fuckers. She fell over and luckily, Paul fired his AA-12 striking one of the men in the stomach and the explosive round caused the man's internal organs to explode out of his body as the powerful rounds destroyed him, a round striking his left knee and blowing not only it to hamburger but the ligament in his shin as it blasted through bone and tendons and muscle with ease making his leg look like the rresultof a slaughterhouse grinder after the cows had gone through. He was dead before he hit the ground. The other man was rattled with rounds as Ivan flanked him.

They finally got to the insurgent at the bottom of the quarry. Mai and Ivan got into the Insurgent with Ivan manning the .50 on the back. Neto took one of the Merryweather vehicles and drove his way up with Paul riding shotghun and he ran over the very next Merryweather agent in his way. "Sabes que you mercenaries aint shit!" He yelled.

He got out and got into the other Insurgent he had stolen as they drove out. Mai, meanwhile, drove as Ivan fired at Merryweathetr goons whoh were now after them in SUV's. They drove alongside Paul and Neto in the Insurgent without the weapon on it as they sped out of there with Ivan covering them as more Merryweather goons came.

A Merryweather vehicle pursued them and fired at Ivan and he took five rounds in the armor but he let the shooter have it with .50 rounds and he took his face off and his head blowing it to chunks. "IF WE'D HAD THIS BABY IN THE COLD WAR WE COULD HAVE ROLLED THROUGH THE CAPITOL!" Hollered Ivan.

"Calm down, comrade, we're not out of the woods, yet," Mai said as they drove through the desert. Other Merryweather vehicles tred to come at them from the sihde firing not only at Mai and Ivan but also at Paul and Neto. Paul kept them back with the AA-12 as a round was fired at the side of the Granger hitting its gas tank and the four mercenaries inside went out with a blaze.

Ivan fired at the next vehicles shredding them with rohunds and two of them went up in flames and exploded. Mai told him, "Ivan, pull over! I think yhou should drive and i should shoot!"

"Why? We can't afford to stop now! It's too dangerous!" Paul fired his AA-12 at the next two attacking Grangers taking out the drivers in both causing one to crash while te oter he riddled the vehicle wit rounds until it exploded all while Neto made evasive manuevers with the vehicle. Mai told him, "It's more dangerous if the guy who got out of the hospital dies!"

Ivan let a burst of rounds off at another attacking Merryweather vehicle. This one was a Mesa. He fired at the driver destroying the man's skull all over the windshield and all over his friends. In fact, a piece of bone from the man's skull hit his passenger in the front seat a piece of it acting like shrapnel hitting the passenger in the throat. He bled all over the seat and Mai chuckled. "Ha! Now theres a tracheotomy for ya!" The man fell dead against the dash board and Ivan made short work of the other two. "I told you, is nothing to worry about,malysh! I have it all under control!"

Several rounds hit him in the back as a black crusader came barreling after them. A round whizzed past his ear and nearly got him in the face but Ivan let them have it with seventeen rounds in the front seat and twenty in the back. As two more crusaders were after him and Neto's Insurgent. Paul grabbed his Uzi and sprayed out the window hitting a passenger in the back of a white crusader in the chest and throat. "This is for all the innocent women and children you fuckers kill!" He emptied the magazine into the vehicle destroying all four men with rounds and he grinned sadistically, "Say Santa Muerte, you don't mind if I borrow a couple of your sickels do ya? I want to do some reaping myself."

"Knock yourself out, Oso. I didn't even get to use much of the shotty. Crying fucking shame!" Paul took the Benelli and aimed out the window as Neto got him close and fired striking a Merryweather good, a man of Nicaraguan descent with curly hair and deep brown features looking like an Olmec statue. He struck his elbow blowing it open. The man cried out with a squeal of agony and Paul made short work of him as he fired at his face blowing off the left side of it. "Hey now you look like a district attorney!"

Mai stopped the insurgent saying, "You drive. You almost just got killed!" Ivan shouted, "Damn it, Mai what are you doing you stopping is what's going to get us killed!" He saw more Merryweather vehicles coming and he fired as fast as the belt fed weapon would let him. He watched the cars explode and Neto yelled, "Quit fucking around you two!" As he drove Paul up the street while the remaining Merryweather goons pursued and he got out. Paul was using Neto's Rifle now firing into the heads of the goons."

Ivan roared in anger getting out and he got in the drivers seat and began to drive them towards the drop off point. A Merryweather Buzzard was inbound as was three more Grangers full of them firing upon them. Mai let off a storm of rounds aiming at the helicopter and there was a man of Asian descent firing an M4 Carbine down on them. Mai let the guy get bombed by rounds which got the left leg and he fell from the chopper crashing to the unforgiving desert below. She fired round after round into the cockpit and finally it began to catch fire and went crashing to the earth. She brought the .50 around obliterating the last of the Merryweather cars with precise rounds.

"You didn't have to fucking undermine me!" Yelled Ivan with anger. "I didn't want to see you get hurt is all! You're not lie you were in your twenties. You're not as young as you used to be. I'm sorry if that's a harsh way to put it and if it was you a week before I wouldn't have even worried but you almost died!"

"I have been around longer than you! I can take care of myself!" Mai rolled her eyes. "Is masculinity really that fucking fragile that you have to say that to me?" He replied with a snarl, "Is your femininity so fragile you have to overcompensate among male colleagues just to prove you are just as strong if not stronger? And bring my masculinity up when that wasn't the fuckihngh point?!"

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"In all honesty, Mai, you did kind of sound like a feminazi just now. Just saying," Paul told her. "Shut up! I wasn't talking to you! This is an adult conversation. No millennials!"

"Well fuck you too, Mai! Besides a millennial is somebody born between the start of Aids and Y2k and last I checked you weren't born in the 70's like Ivan!" Paul stated. Neto replied, "In all seriousness, Ivan, she was just looking out for you, homes. I don't see any wrong in that."

"The time to address that is not when there are Merryweather mercs after us! You don't pull the Insurgent over during a fucking firefight!" Paul agreed. "It's not why you did it or even what you did it's the way you did it."

"Whatever. Let's just get this fucking thing where it belongs."

Agent 14 came outside. He was accompanied by an Asian male wearing a brown jacket over a white shirt and jeans with slicked back hair plus a darker skined Caucasian male in a grayish blue sweater and matching pants. "I tell you I only need one of these? Other ones a spare. You're gonna be going in the one without a gun. Don't want to draw attention. Pull the electrics strip the plates, EMP will go in, Merryweather won't notice the difference. Alright, let' wrap this up."

Ivan sighed as they left. "i'm going go get a drink. There's bound to a bar somewhere around here otherwise the rednecks in this part wouldn't be able to stand living in this shitty county."

Mai sat on the porch saying, "I'm getting a cab."

Neto turned to Paul saying, "Hey for now homes, I think we should find a motel and lay low for a day or two. I'm gonna call Ortega and see if he can give us a ride. If none of the places around here got vacancies we can always crash at his place."

"You think there's room?" Askes Paul. "I've been in tighter spaces than that,"

2014

Neto

A Race Against The Clock

1:25 AM

After the fight at the funeral his pride was wounded. All things considered he had done well enough against Mark but the bitch had been tough. Neto knew some martial arts from his army days but it was nothing to what that skinny cunt had been up to. If she weren't his enemy he would admire her but he vowed revenge on her. Nobody dared mock him for it because all though Neto had been no match for Ana, they knew they could not take him either. Even Felix who was about Mark's height who he knew still disliked him did not want any part of Neto.

They sat in silence licking their wounds. "Skinheads, huh?" Said Tincho. "And here I thought white guys in Arizona were bad."

"It's New Austin, bro. That's what all the gavachos are like out there," Loka stated. "Skinheads, I can handle," Neto stated. "I just need some time to rest my arm up but as of right now? I got one juero in mind I gotta take care of."

"You mean the faggot with the skater haircut? Fuck him. That little shit aint worth a bullet. Hell, I never was into that gay shit but locked down you're surrounded by fags all day and let me tell you, the Aryans in the state pen back home would have three words for him. Anal cream pie."

"No, he's not," Neto said. "I've got a little something else in mind,"

Adayh's eyebrows raised. "Oh?" He turned to Task and Adayh. "I'm not asking you two to get involved but I am going to need...an empty house on Task's reservation. Can you loan one to me? Even if just for a day or two?"

"I'll see about talking to Meskka, sure," Task asked. "Any chance you can tell us what you got in mind? I'm not saying we're not going to get you what you need but if Mark and co. come asking, I'm going to need a plausible alibi. Cause if we don't know where you are or rather where you are so we can say we weren't anywhere near there, we need to have an idea what you're up to."

"I don't plan on letting the guy know where he's even being kept. It won't matter where he starts off. It'll only matter where he's going. Now...Adayh...do you have any spare medical supplies? Stitches?, anything?"

"I can probably get my hands on some of it without suspiscion after the shit Task and me traded for before. What are you going to do, stich his mouth shut like they do in the movies?"

"No," Neto said but grinned. "But I like the way you think. You sure we're not related? You sure you aint Mayan?"

The Creek shrugged. "You tell me. Between the tikals in your country and the burial mounds and lost cities in mine, I'd say it could be. Anyway, why can't you tell us?" The big man's eyes narrowed with a hint of suspiscion. "If I did, it would ruin the surprise. All I'm going to say is...keep your eyes on the television. And I need your solemn word , all of you that no matter how weird this shit gets, keep your mouth shut."

The American Indian, Mexican, Central and South Americans all vowed this.

Four Hours Later

They'd come up with the house he was going to use. He decided he needed Task and Adayh's help after all. The juras were likely going to be after him so they needed to be careful. Neto rode in the trunk of a dark blue Felon they had stolen. They were stopped and checked for their id and with a few minutes passing they were on their way again. He was tired of this martial law bullshit.

They began to tail Link as he stopped off at some strippers house. The dumb mick had been none the wiser. Finally, they pulled to a stop in an alley and Task and Adayh let him out. "It's one thing to want to put a man in the trunk. It's another to want to ride in the back with him," Task stated. "Like I said we can't take the chance. You two aren't gang bangers. This will only take a minute."

He then told them both, "Actually, my arm is still pretty fucked up. Can one of you help me in there? But for the sake of you two having deniability, don't speak. Leave the talking to me," He then looked at Task saying, "You,"

"Me?" The Lakota asked surprised. "Yeah, you. Even if most people don't know you two are in on this, not many would be surprised that Adayh would help us if they found out. You on the other hand are more neuteral. So it'd be less likely that you were to help me on this. Look, you're covered so any tattoos you may have is covered plus your face. You're good."

"I don't know about this shit..."

"I've got about fifteen g's that says otherwise," Task reluctantly sighed and took the mask. "Now your job is to kill the bitch if she make any sudden moves and to stand there and look intimidating," Neto instructed.

They went inside with the ski masks on. Neto had a gun in his good hand as did Task as well as duct tape in the other. He could hear the sound of loud sex in the apartment. They'd left the window open. He snuck in silently creeping through the house. Dumb asses...

He went in to see Link fucking some black bitch her sweaty tits bouncing in the air. They snuck through the living room making way to the bedroom. He was fucking her missionary. Neto almost wanted to laugh. The way they were embraced it looked like a frozen turkey fucking a slightly burnt turkey.

Finally, he and Task burst in pressing guns to the back of Link's head and Neto grinned behind his mask, "Well lookie lookie. Can I hav some? I like mine rare..." The girl screamed and Task pointed his pistol at her to make sure she shut up,

Yepa yepa what toe do I pick?!" Neto cried. "What the fuck, Neto, I know that's you..."

Neto told him, "Awww you remember me? I'm touched especially after our little fender bender. You didn't write. You didn't send send any get well flowers. Just selfish..now put your chonies on, fool..."

"What?!" Neto told him, "Boxers, pendejo, put em on. We're gonna take a little ride,"

As Link's erection went soft and the girl with him covered herself in fear, Neto, though he tried to not look caught a glimpse and said to Link, "You should stay out of the pool," With that he hit Link in the face with his good hand knocking him out cold with a one hitter quitter.

As Link's erection went soft and he put his boxers back on, and the girl with him covered herself in fear, Neto, though he tried to not look caught a glimpse and said to Link, "You should stay out of the pool," With that he hit Link in the face with his good hand knocking him out cold with a one hitter quitter.

He hit the ground with a hard thud. With that, Neto duct taped his mouth and hands and feet and said, "Nighty night cupcake," Neto then aimed at the girl and she begged, "Please don't kill me..." Neto said, "I'm not going to kill you. Can't promise the same for your litle boy toy here, though. This paddy is on his way to the afterlife but first we're gonna have a little fun with him."

He then looked at her and said, "You want to know the difference between me and Mark?"

She sniffed in tears of fear. Neto chuckled, "All it takes to get a mayata to shut up is a fusca drawn on her? Chingow, I gotta remember that the next time I go to the movies! Now answer me puta! Do you know the difference between me and Mark?"

She whimpered, "What?! Please don't hurt him..."

"The difference is..." He said in a calm voice going from ten to one, "Is that you aren't pregnant," With that he applied a sleeper hold knocking her unconscious. He duct taped her mouth and her hands and stuffed her in the closet. He checked to make sure both were unsconscious. She was and he made sure her nose was uncovered. He then looked at Task saying, "Think he's still out cold?"

Task shrugged. Neto shrugged back and then said, "Sack tap!" He punched Link hard in the balls but the man didn't react. "Good," With that, before he got reaady to leave, he went on the black strippers desk top and went on Electric Tit and typed in Justin Bieber. He found a playlist channel with all of his songs and hit play and cranked the volume up starting with Baby by Ludacris.

He texted the Creek to bring the car around and make sure the coast was clear before they followed. When they were clear Neto put Link in the trunk and climbed in himself. Task took the mask off once inside the car. Luckily for them, they had tinted windows on the car so even if somebody had been watching the car which they had made sure there wasn't they wouldn't be able to make out the two Rez guys.

Later That Morning

Link woke up in severe agony. He looked down to see he was in a bath tub full of blood. "Have a nice nap?" Link started to sit up but Neto aimed the piece at him. "Sit down."

"Mark's going to kill you for this..."

"Would you listen to yourself? 'Mark's gonna get you for this' that's what you low ranking BSU chavalas always say and when it's Mark it's 'Ana's gonna get you for this' I get that you guys stand united and I'm not saying Aztecas never rat pack but shit I can handle things on my own."

"Is that why you brought one of your cholo butt buddies with you? And it looks to me like Ana cleaned your clock,"

"That she did and we'll get to that but...I'm all about order and the order is you fucked me over first she'll get hers later. Speaking of clocks, we don't have a lot of time. Well..YOU don't have a lot of time. Tell me. Do you watch movies, Link? Ever see that movie with the Brazillian doctor who harvests tourists organs for rich gringos? Well it turns out most of that is bullshit."

Link looked down noticing stitches on either side of his stomach on the left side and right side. "Jesus, what did you do to me...?"

"Most vital organs, your heart, your lungs, won't survive outside of a hospital setting. Kidneys on the other hand...you can take healthy kidneys and put them on ice for two whole days and they can go back to work without ever missing a are people all over the world who are willing to pay twenty, sometimes thirty grand for a new pair of kidneys and they don't give two shits where they come from either."

"You cant take my kidneys..." Link said weakly. "I already have!" Neto said holding up a bloody bag with what looked like two kidneys inside of them. "Now like I said, your kidneys will do just fine for a while without you. Unfortunately, you can't last long without them. Poisons are going to begin to build up in your blood, it'll make your skin change color, it's going to feel like somebody reached inside your guts and just started twisting..."He said with a sadistic laugh. Link recoiled in horror. "Eventually you're going to start puking blood. Eventually, you're going to and your body's going to go into convulsions and your muscles are going to seize up so hard that your bones will break."

"How do I stop it...?"

"You could go to the hospital. All though seeing as you're a fugitive just like me cause of that shootout in New Austin, you're probably going to have to spend the rest of your life getting dialysis in prison infirmary. Or you can buy them back from me. For twenty thousand dollars

"I don't have that kind of money laying around..."

"Then I suggest you find some," He handed him a Glock 17. "You have four hours to meet me at this address. See, I don't want to be in New Arcadia. But it's pretty hard to get out of here what with the National Guard going on. So I'll have to be smuggled out. Can't go back to LS the feds will want me there. No, I gotta get back to Mexico. Only the pilot I've got waiting for me is taking a lot of risk smuggling a fugitive across. So ten of those g's are for him. The other ten will be for me to get everything I need down there to start a new life. You have four hours to be at this address...if you're late or if you don't have the money or if you bring the cops or tell anybody about it, I'm going to take your kidneys and I'm going to sell them to a businessman I have lined up in Mexico City."

Link took the pistol and aimed at Neto's face pulling the trigger. Neto laughed. "There's no bullets, stupid! Not yet. First we have to get you to where you're going," He blindfolded him. "Wait...I only have four hours starting from when I get to where you want me?! That's not fair!"

"You're right. Fine. Four hours starting from when you get where I'm taking you,"

They drove back to New Arcadia. He made sure Task and Adayh blasted loud musicso that not only could Link made any noise but while Neto was also back there, Link would be unable to use familiar sounds to indicate where they might be as some kidnapping victims often did. The song Walk On Water by Ozzy Osborne blasted and did just what he expected.

He dropped him off in an alley off Brandy. He cut the duct tape from his hands but left the blindfold on. "We've got people watching you. A couple of carnales from Sinaloa. You won't see them but they see you. Your job is not to focus on them. Your job is to get me my goddamn money. And you better not take this blindfold off until sixty seconds have gone by. You're being watched. I took the liberty of setting up cameras too so your face is on a few vatos lap tops too. I'm way more connected than you think."

"What do I do after sixty seconds?" Asked Link, his heart pounding. "In sixty seconds you're going to look in the dumpster and find two magazines for that piece I gave you. Use them sparingly and only if you have to."

He sped off and Link counted to sixty. He pulled the bag off his head and the blindfold that was tied on his eye around it under it and he searched inside the dumpster. Sure enough, he'd given him two .45 magazines. He slapped the first one home and pocked it. Link knew there was a chance he might get killed but he had no choice.

He went to the other end of the alley with the gun spotting a man who was an obvious tourist in a Patriot. He pointed the gun at the man, a Caucasian with blonde hair and blue eyes. "Oh god..." Based on his accent he was from Minnesota. "Give up the ride," The guy did as he asked.

Link tore up the street and he stopped in the first store he could find. He found an electronics store. He burst inside to see a Caucasian male in his mid-thirties. He aimed at him saying, ""Open the register. move it! don't make me hurt you. come on!" The man did as he said and gave him all the money. "Where's the rest of it?"

"I don't know, man just take the register..."

"I don't want to hurt you but I will if I have to! WHERE'S THE REST OF IT?!"

"I swear it's all there!"

"That's like two hundred bucks! All this expensive shit you got here there's only two hundred bucks?! I can barely get a blender with that!" The guy said, "Most customers just use credit cards. Receipts are in the drawer!"

Link rummaged through the register and spilled quarters and the man begged, "Look just take something from the store and sell it on Craplist!"

"I don't have time for that. I need cash!" He then had an idea.

He got back into the van retreating out of there. He thought of the strip club.

Twenty Minutes Later

He had a gun on three strippers, one was a blonde one was a brunette and one was a black chick. "Aww come on dont tell me they pay you three by credit card too!"

"I saw a documentary where a stripper could make three thousand a night on a pole! Now granted she was a nine and you're a six if I'm feeling generous but you should at least be good for a grand! This is only $500!"

""It's 10:00 in the morning and a tuesday! Stated the red haired southern belle. "It aint Venturas, baby," Stated the black girl. "You think I don't know that?" Link shot back. The manager, an old white male with gray hair and a gray mustache said, "It aint too late for you son," His New Arcadian accent extra thick. "It's getting there. I got like six hours before my skin starts turning colors."

"First step is admitting you have a problem,"

"I need money..." The southerner said, "Son, drugs are a temporary solution to a permenant problem," Link was baffled at the accusation. "You think I'm a tweaker?!" The older man said, "I learned not to label others, lest I be labeled."

"You don't know shit, old timer!" The old man asked, "Did you know you're bleeding?" He looked down to see the stitches on his left side had opened up. As he was looking down, the bouncer a Caucasian male lunged for Link. He pistol whipped the guy and knocked him over and started pistol whipping again and again as he fell over. He beat him until the man's blood-covered Link's face. "Just hold on a minute!" Hollered the manager. Link aimed the pistol, "You think this is a joke?! I'm a desperate man!"

Thirty Minutes Later

He ran out of the second strip club. Three gangsters from the 9th ward were chasing him up the street firing pistols at him. He'd shaken down each of the strippers and the patrons. Indeed, these strippers had more money and he had gotten three g's off one of them and another two from all the rest. Plus a solid grand from the patrons.

They chased him up the street the first, a lighter skinned high yellow black male with a shaved head in a white wife beater and baggy blue jeans, he was a man of Creole descent and he had a silver cross necklace around his neck. The second was a black male with darker skin of Haitian descent wearing a New Arcadia Sinners jersey and skinny blue jeans and a snapback hat on. The third was an African American of medium complexion with a long beard and a shaved head and he wore a black hoodie.

"That's ya ass, cracker!" They fired at him and though they largely missed, one round grazed his right wrist. He returned fire with the .45 firing five shots in a panic and only one hit striking the man in the Sinners jersey in the left shin.

He'd taken a black bandanna from the Creole guy who had been wearing it. Now he had a face disguise. He got into the van and floored it with his head down but the three 9th ward gangsters fired at him and blew out the back windows and put holes in the back windshield.

Neto

He, Task and Adayh were cleaning the blood from the tub but they made sure to have the TV on. Finally the Weazel news broadcast came on and it showed the number of stores and businesses Link had knocked off. "You gotta hand it to the Irish. They really know how to grind in a pinch," Neto said with a laugh. "So this is what you meant by things may get weird," Adayh remarked.

Meanwhile

There had been sirens everywhere. He'd had to steal two more cars. He was now in a dark blue Manana. He figured not only was every cop in the city looking for him but by now the New Arcadia branch of the FIB had to be on his ass too. He stopped into a mini mart. He was out of New Arcadia and he didn't know just how much he had he figured he had maybe close to eighteen grand by now maybe nineteen but he wasn't sure. What was certain was since he had robbed the electronics store, two strip clubs, a store in East New Arcadia, a gas station in the 3rd ward, a Burger Shot, a Vietnamese resteraunt, a student store on campus, and an adult movie store, he couldn't risk sticking up anymore places in the city.

He went into the store approaching the clerk. a heavy set older white male with brown graying hair and glasses wearing a dark blue shirt. The man eyed the blood on his shirt. "I need directions," Link said. "You know if you put a table spoon of nail polish remover and a cup of water there that blood will wash right out."

"Do you know where this is?" Asked Link. "Yeah," The older redneck clerk said. "That's Paucity Point. You going up there into God's country, huh?" The man said with a smile. "I don't need the tourist guide, I just need to know how to find it," Link said with urgency in his voice. "I'm not sure I like your attitude..."

"Well I'm sure I don't give a good goddamn what you like," The old man said, "Son, I'll ask you not to blaspheme in here..."

"Listen you old shit I need to find this address. Now are you gonna help me or not?" The clerk said, "Let's say not and we'll just leave it at that," He didn't have time for this. "Oh you want to leave it like that, huh?"He pulled the .45 out and aimed at him. "You see what happens, dumb ass?! I'm just gonna get the directions and be on my way!Can't imagine you got much in this dump worth taking but whatever you got you can give over just for pissing me off!"

The aged clerk stared at him in silence. ""Jesus Christ, are you deaf or something?" The clerk responded, "Son, you've cursed his name twice. And there's not gonna be a third time.."Link snarled, "You've got to be about the stupidest god..."" BOOM!

A shotgun blast came through the counter and almost caught him but some of the debris hit his already bleeding arm. He retreated down the candy aisle firing two shots back at the old man. The old man fired at him and he almost lost his head as he ducked down. He saw a storage closet and retreated there but not before the clerk fired a third shot from the 20 gauge and a few pellets got Link in the left leg as he ducked in the back. He used cleaning supplies to block the door off.

Outside, the clerk kept the shotgun trained on the storage room door but called the cops. Link was trapped inside knowing he was screwed.

Neto

It had been a few hours since he had dropped him off. "Do you really think he's gonna make it? Get all the money you asked him to get?" Asked Ernesto. "Who knows but either way, when he shows up we'll make ourselves scarce. His sense of self preservation is what he's thinking about and not long term consequences. What's funny is from what I've learned he's pretty smart but even a smart man will do stupid shit when he's desperate. And it doesn't really matter if he has the exact amount or not. The point is he'll bring what he has and hope I'll be generous enough to let it slide. The options there is where it'll get interesting. Either we can kill him which might be the most boring idea."

"What's the other option, perro?" Asked Miguel. "We can let the cops kill him. Or arrest him. Either way, he'll be off the streets. Even if his friends and their FIB fuck toy get to him before the good ole boys who hate white Yankees as much a minority, well, there won't be much they can do to keep him out of jail. Even if it is a reduced sentence. Or option three...the really really funny shit that would transpire if I give him his 'kidneys' back and he tries to get whoever to stich em back in before he gets caught. Honestly, that would be so funny I might consider helping him fly under the radar long enough to get to a discount surgeon to see what would happen."

"What about the girl? Didn't Task say there was a girl?" Asked Tincho. Neto laughed, "I left her alive, Tin. Granted, she's gagged up in her closet listening to every Justin Bieber song ever at full blast but she's alive," Tincho shook his head with a whistle. "So in other words, she's alive but wishes she wasn't."

Neto said, "Pretty much," With a cackle.

Just then, Felix said, "Look..." The news was updating again and this time it was outside a store. "I recognize that place," They showed the image of Link's face on the TV saying he had been shot by the store clerk and wounded and was hiding in a storage room. "OH SHIT! HE GOT FUCKING CORNERED BY A FUCKING GRANDPA! HAHAHAHAHA!" Neto roared with laughter. Ernesto, Tincho, Miguel all laughed and Adayh said, "I think I remember that guy. He tried to get me to convert."

Task looked at Neto saying, "Remind me to never piss you off," Felix said nothing but the look in his eyes said, Yeah, no shit

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That's it for this chapter I'm sorry I gotta break my no Packie promise but I was in a rush to get this going. If any of you don't know who Link is, he's a character in New Arcadia by Zilla 2000 as this is a fanfic by him.

It's pretty obvious that Neto didn't actually take Link's kidneys out. He just made him think he did. So he had him running around for basically nothing. Of course, I'm sure Mark and Ana would see him as naive or at least ignorant for not knowing the real side effects of losing your kidneys aren't like that but Neto took a chance on Link not knowing the facts.

Zilla's end of this will also be covered as he would have Ana and Mark following Link's trail of mayhem. How do you think Link will get out of this pinch? Well...with the exception of what me and Zilla talked about I don't actually know how he can avoid a jail sentence but that's up to him. Sorry to say to those of you who only read this story or to those who only read New Arcadia and not mine well it might be wise to read both. That way you'll know what's going on in thew 2014 chapter. Honestly it's consumed some of my story too but I've tried to make it work and roll with it. It's a collaboration.

Anyway the idea of a redneck shooting over blasphemy seems somewhat possible at least to me. As for the heist my god i really want to get this shit out of the way so next chapter I will have to knock out the last few setups and the mission itself.

Tego Calderón is the visual basis for Pepe. Haven't decided on who should represent that woman in the club that was a Zapatista but those three gang members i showed that shot El Morado are based on the characters Lil Mago, El Sol, and Scarface, and Lil Mago and Sol have appeared in New Arcadia so this is showing their origins in Mexico.

Despite them being rivals in Mexico, Neto and these Marabunta members will be allies also that kid that shot Neto is visually based on Smiley from Sin Nombre too and given his age in Sin Nombre he would be 14 in 2011. Despite hating getting shot, Neto will not seek revenge on him even knowing that he did it because when he first got put onto the gang when he was young he had to kill some older guy too he understands it.

Also the kidnapping of Link and the kidneys thing was based on an episode of Justified.

Anyway, there will be more flashbacks and more violence next chapter. I still have to show Neto and co. going after the Families for the shooting as well as show how Paul and Mai avenged Ivan's shooting while he was in the hospital so yes it will be non linir im sorry im sorry.

As far as Neto having Walk On Water by Ozzy playing that's a nod to Beavis & Butthead Do America when Bruce Wilis put them in the trunk and blasted it and got police checkpoints with them in the trunk. Im noit sure if ive done that nod to it before with that songbut i like that song and it's very ominous sounding at the beginning.

I've been busy with turning 25 this month as far as updating so sorry it took so long. Paucity Point is based n poverty point, Loiusiana

Also the lemon in this chapter was carried over from last chapter. Anyway hope you enjoyed.