GTA Episodes From Los Santos: Ballad Of A Cholo

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

A man with a troubled past who joined the US military and later did time in prison, is back in Los Santos. Also, Franklin, Trevor and Michael are up to their old ways. How will he interact with the three men? Will they be friends or enemies? Sometimes going straight is not as easy as it seems.

85. There Is No Revenge In The End

Boilingbroke Penitentiary

The cell doors had been cracked and now the members of La Onda would get their one hour of yard Galvadon and his cell mate Carlos Ruiz a carnal from the Vagos from Mirror Park who had been doing a life sentence since 1993, a forty seven year old Chicago standing at 5'7 with a wiry frame and a shaved head and a handle bar mustache were cuffed up to go to the yard. All the Onda members would be placed in a cage where they could do burpees and dips. Behind the two of them was Pepe "Creeper" Solice a cholo doing a life sentence since 2005. He was from Uno Flats. He had neck length jet black hair originally shaved when he went to prison but after nine years in the SHU after being an Onda carnal made in 2008, he had grown it out. He had darker brown skin and a clean shaved face. He was another Onda member who in the later years of his teenager children's lives could not be there so he had instead paid for their college.

With him was his own cellie Tomas "Alvie" Alvarez. Tomas was from Taco Flats in Davis and serving a life sentence for his 1997 shooting of a Families member from DNFG. He was a bigger man with medium brown skin and a crew cut and large arms. He had a mean heroin addiction in the past but had kicked something your average Ondero doing all day in the SHU did not do. The two both managed to pick their handcuffs a skill normally reserved for taking off on black or Rifa inmates but with the truce with the North Siders, this was no longer a nessecity and being on 23 hour lockdown, these men did not have interaction with any black inmates whatsoever. Even ones slammed down in the SHU.

These days, this tactic was more for cleaning house. Pepe moved on Chuy and his shank a tomahawk slang for a tazor blade, was ready He came up behind Galvadon and dragged the blade across his jugular. He slit his throat ear to ear and the prison gang member fell blood spraying from his wound like a geyser and Alvie did the same but in the side of the neck of Ruiz taking him out for being his cellie and not moving on him when a lot of carnales wanted him dead and he had the chance to do it. There had beenn tension amongst these Onda members but in the time that had passed since the death of Lefty's daughter, none of the opposing factions made a move on anybody until now.

The side of the man's neck was slit and he bled out as he nicked an artert and he used part of his picked handcuff to jab it into the side of the wound and rip it further as the man screamed in agony. The guards were soon spraying them, one a Caucasian with red hair and brown eyes and a handle bar mustache and blondish facial hair on his chin while the other was an African American 5'9 both blasting the two Onda members until they stopped their assault and they subdued them but before they had, Creeper had stabbed his victim one more time in the back The other Onda members had followed protocol and got face down.

Meanwhile...

As Lefty ate breakfast with Concha, Willie, Valeria and little Hector, he kissed his wife saying, "Wonderful meal, mija..." She smiled and took the plate. He smacked her on the ass. "Papa why did you spank mom? Did she do something bad?"

"When you're older I'll explain it forget what you saw get ready for school, okay?"

"It's cause they're in love, stupid...it's the way grown ups are..." Valeria said. The youngest sibling stuck his tongue out at her. "I'm not stupid you are. Everybody knows spankings are only for bad people!"

Lefty checked some mail in the envelope he got. He looked at the only other Onda member who had been involved in the stabbing he had recieved when he was inside. His body was a burned mess unrecognizable. The carnales at another prison where he was had set him on fire in his cell.

A grin crossed his face.

Joaquin

2019

High Power

He'd had the strangest dream. He'd dreamed that he had shot Franklin, Michael and Trevor and had gotten even more brutal with Trevor and Franklin in their last moments. He felt an impending sense of deja vu.

He sat at Vespucci Beach on a bench. The second season of The Cell had come out and he was now reading reviews for it. He'd changed up some details however he left out the bit about Farik still being out there. He ended it with just Darwin dying and Farik getting away because he didn't want to implicate himself in it. Plus he knew that implicating himself would be. Karen sat next to him.

"What do you want now? I know you tried to get us to go against each other. Why else would you tell them about what I did? And me about what they did? You're a manipulative bitch."

"Or...I'm somebody that tells the truth. I might have my own agenda for doing what I did. But the fact is the four of you don't make such a great team after all. I was wrong about what I said before about you being the weakest link. You're the strongest. You worked for us in the middle east even if you didn't intend to. You helped us and you helped Merryweather. You're a real American. A patriot."

"Yeah well I don't give a shit about this country. The land is firme sea to sea but this country, you gavachos and gavachas can all fuck off. Whatever you're selling I'm not buying."

"Even if we get Jock Cranley and Don Perival even the cartel off your back?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Any damage you've done to Merryweather we can chalk that up to well...you fell in with a pretty bad crowd. A crowd that took the Union Depository. You know why you're more patriotic than them? Not only did you kill a bunch of insurgents and secure the poppy trade for us which insures a level of relative stability in Latin America, you also never robbed any of our federal reserves. They may fancy themselves as robbers. But they're domestic terrorists."

"Again, I don't care about this country. I signed up to be a better soldado for Curbside..."

"Curbside is gone. All that remains is America and trust me. Gangs WILL vanish. The Latin ones the African American ones the Asians and even the white trash ones like Trevor's. You know why? Because of gentrification. That is the future and there is nothing more American than gentrification. Who can argue with progress?"

"Forcing Raza out of our homes kinda like fuckers did back in the 60's to make Corkers Stadium is no kind of progress to me. It means buying up houses cheap when the property value gets lowered from killings. Then redeveloping neighborhoods and jacking the rent up high enough to where we can't afford to stay."

"It's going to get rid of gangs. What remains will be police officers and soldiers and you are a soldier. You could always get eonnerated for any crimes you commited. You could get a fancier job in the Marine Corps. We can get rid of that dishonorable discharge."

"You're not listening! Agent 14 already promised that shit to me anyway and it still hasn't happened. I want no part of the military. The war on terror destroyed Darwin Al Rakeem's life and Gary Baldwin. I aint letting it do the same to me or any other war. And what's this shit about getting them off of me?"

"Itr doesn't matter if you say you're not a patriot, Joaquin your actions whatever the intentions were, was still beneficial to this country. Being a patriot isn't about words. Just actions. You had no reason to do anything beyond your duty in the middle east. But you helped with the smaller details that helps keep this country safe and destabilizes our enemies. More importantly? You didn't rob the Union Depository."

"No, I didn't. What is it with your obsession with that job? I didn't have shit to do with it so why are you bringing it up?"

"Because that is domestic terrorism and no matter what we promised those idiots they committed acts of terror against this country. They need to die. You already want them dead. I say you should do it."

"And how do I know whatever you promise me isn't bullshit? Especially since you just said that whatever you've promised them is?"

"For one thing, there's nothing you've done that I would classify as terrorism...everything you've done can be chalked up to gangsterism and robbery."

"You know a drone was used on the Brogue Avenue neighborhood...they have a fuckin yearly mourning holiday since that day and you think I believe that's just gonna go away?"

"From what I recall about that incident you were too injured to be the one who did that. It was Niko Bellic who operated that drone. You don't have to kill him but believe me we will be going after him for that. And besides...a lower income neighborhood in Davis? I can't say that I've ever seen an Islamic terror cell target an inner city community but if they did, I doubt that the media would give that much of a shit."

"And how do I know you don't just kill me after I've done what you all ask?"

"For starters, we know it'd be a lot of trouble just to put a bullet in you. We know you'd take down a lot of people before you were killed and it would be a lot of paperwork to explain this to the families of anybody we'd send after you. Second, I'm not asking you to do anything that you probably weren't already going to do anyway. Your brother has them greenlit on the streets, right? This isn't mandatory either, Joaquin. You can completely let them go. We did set some things in motion though. We told them that Lefty was dead and that the greenlight was lifted and that we leaned on the La Onda members in the Bay to lift it."

"The fuck you do that for?"

"Because we still hate them and like we said we're not coming after you but Merryweather still is. You've been somewhat kept safe because of Agent 14 for a while but short of going after Don Percival and Jock Cranley yourself, they can still move against you so keeping your own family safe would be entirely up to you and since Merryweather did try and come after you before in Latin America, just know they're very resourceful."

"That's fucked up, eh...but it doesn't explain why you'd tell the three of them the luz verde turned red when it hasn't..."

"It will lure them into a false sense of security. We also told them that you had left the country. It's not too much of a stretch of the imagination is it? Despite your...Native American mysticism mixed with your affinity for barrio culture might be one thing but you'd go as far away as Thailand to keep your family safe."

"But what does the green light have to do with shit?"

"If you decide not to kill them, it still creates oppurtunity for any hitmen to get them. And don't worry...we already took care of the cartel and made sure that you and your family won't be touched..."

"Bullshit..."

She played him a recording of a meeting on her phone. It was with Agent 14 and an interpreter talking to Alfonso Vasquez. He listened for about a minute and a half. It was legitimate.

"Okay...I appreciate that. But they haven't lifted their contracts against the rest of them?'

"No. We were able to convince Vasquez that it was Trevor, Michael and Franklin that killed his son. You had nothing to do with it. We of course had to discl;ose that he did kill the Vagos that were contract hitters and that most likely the two La Onda members that orchestrated it with him would also be greenlit but he'ds a capitalist. The best from Mexico and he understands that this is the cost of doing business. But by no means has he lifted any contracts against them. Not only does he hold them responsible for killing his son, Trevor still sodomized Martin Madrazo with obsidian before killing him. The cartel world doesn't forget that."

"So it's just back to business as usual with the cartels and the barrios...' Joaquin sighed. "I'm glad I'm outta this shit it'a all too big a headache."

"Between the Vagos from South Los Santos that have a vested interest in killing Franklin Clinton and his cousin and anybody else from Chamberlain Hills plus burning the Vanilla Unicorn down and the Aztecas and Marabunta in Blaine County that want Trevor dead plus the Marabunta from LS that want Michael gone for killing their Vespucci leader..."

"El Topo..."

"There will be an ample amount of gang members that have reason to kill them. Franklin has been living with Michael in North Yankton this last year. I think after the death of his son they'd had enough of the city. It's hard to picture Clinton out there in the cold but he's do anything to stay alive too."

"And Trevor just stayed in Blaine County..." He said.

"You can't be surprised by that. He'll run but he'll never run far from gangsters. When it's law enforcement he'll run across the country but gangsters...it's a surprise nobody's gotten to him yet. Now Michael Townley has the smallest reason to kill you and the biggest is probably Trevor. Franklin would be in the middle."

"Yeah I got you to thank for that..." He growled.

"You four were a ticking time bomb. You're our greatest assett and besides those two idiots phillips and De Santa got Dave Norton killed."

"I thought the Agency hated the Bureau?"

"We hate each other but Dave Norton is a better man to run LS than anybody else. He never kept his promise to them either about the money they'd get back from the Union Depository job and now he never will."

"And what's so urgent that they all have to die? Why make a move on them about the UD job now?"

Joaquin knew IAa agents were masters at fake identities and lying, reading other people's tells while hiding theirs. He looked at Karen however and could tell she was telling the truth about what she said next. 'Trevor's a loud mouth. You know what he did? He went on his friend's radio show and started spilling the beans about what the goverment had been involved in. Oh sure...her omiited the fact that it was himself and Michael and Franklin who were involved in it but he said he had a former friend who used to be an IAA agent...put it this way...you remember that story in the news about the Humane Labs six years ago? I think you were out of prison by that time."

"I just got out but yeah I remember and I know it was bullshit. The FIB stole from you people. And you invented a bullshit story. This may shock you but I almost don't blame any of you for that part. Don't get the wrong idea I think you're a bunch of sneaky fuckers with the shit you got going on at Area 69 whatever that is but when it comes to that I understand not wanting to spread panic. But you people are sick for wanting to spread a virus in the first place. Now that part I could believe."

"Well no IAA agent former or otherwise would ever confide in something like that to a civilian and if they did they'd be dead or they'd better be hiding in some country like Russia or Ecuador and even then...but the average radio listener in Blaine County luckily is too stupid to put two and two together so for now it's just buzzing with the tinfoil hat crowd but a few LS hipsters did hear it too and one of them wrote a blog about the interview. Trevor telling details about us trying to do something however bad of an idea it is just to get funding is something we can't have. The damage he's done is already done but he needs to be silenced for it."

"And what about Michael and Franklin?"

"Same deal. They may not have talked but they're a loose end. Everything I've told you about the Union Depository and how that was them and not you and that makes them domestic terrorists? Well...that's just the icing on the cake. The Humane Labs story is just as much a part of this as anything. Not to mention...Michael and Trevor did have plans to assassinate the governor of this state and Don percival."

"All right so let's say I do this. And you know I'm not stupid enough to make a move against the governor...but I did do Ron's show. I never said anything about you fools but I was on that show. Even if I wasn't speaking on this shit how do I know you wouldn't hold me accountable by association?"

"If you really need a reason..." Began Karen. "Look no further than your own screenplay. You used real names as far as your friend Darwin goes but you didn't use real names from the Agency you changed Erskine's name and nobody even told you to do that. As for Agent Serxner and how you depicted it her story was in the news and she's public knowledge."

Joaquin sighed. "I want us to get tickets to El Salvador, all right?Playa El Tunco. Gimme a few days to get my affairs in order and get us to ready to move. I may not be laying out any public figures or CEO's here but I would still do life or even get death row for killing three people. I'm not gonna kill these guys I've been friends with for five years for nothing just to get arrested. I want a new start for me and my family."

"That's not a problem. But are you sure about El Salvador? That's not a very peaceful country."

"It's a nicer part of El Salvador. Even the hardest countries got nicer areas and now we can afford to go there."

"I'll tell you what, Avena. We'll throw that in. We'll even throw in the cut of each of the three you kill., Between what you got and what they have you'll be the richest man in that country I'm sure."

"Yeah...we'll see...just gimme a few days and I'll get it done. But why give me all that? That's probably too much money for any one man."

"There's a lot to be said for discretion. You kept your mouth shut on the screenplay. I don't know how you can continue to write screenplays from El Salvador but with that kind of money you could either fund your own movie industry there or maybe you won't need to with that kind of money."

"I'd need a hobby. I'm not the kind of fucker that wants so much money that that's my newest problem. I don't wanna end up like Michael was."

With that, he left the meeting.

He came back to their beach house. Amber was there. He filled in Rosa and Flaca as well on what the government had asked him to do and what he was actually going to do.

"Just don't get yourself killed..." Rosa said. She sighed. "My restaurants doing good but...we may need to leave. Even if this shit wasn't going on I've had a few people spray paint swastikas..."

"What? Why didn't you tell me?!" He demanded. She sighed. "Because legitimate business owners are supposed to call the cops when shit like that happens. Not send their crazy ass boyfriend after them..."

"So in other words not get results. That's what we're glorifying?"

"Quino, I don't wanna argue with you it's just...either way it doesn't feel safe here anymore. I know you got rid of Seth but there's more than just him right?'

"Yeah and their days are numbered too. I took out the Sons Of Odin."

Flaca chimed in, "I'm with you. If you need me to come with you fuck it eh I'm down!"

"I can't let you come with me, Flaca. It would be a bad move. Whatever I do I gotta do this on my own and if the vato that I talk to doesn't agree with what I'm thinking of then we just run. To Ecuador. We don't have to play by their fuckin rules."

Amber pulled Joaquin in. "You're not gonna get yourself killed are you? We need you. You were there for me when Bobby died and even he couldn't give blood. I know it only started out from a hook up in the Marines but that's just the way life works. I'm messed up still dealing with the drug and alcohol addiction I've kicked ya know? But every addict slips up now and then. And you got your murderous rampages. But I see that for what it is. The foster system fucked you up and the Marines fucked you up. I know you're still a good man deep down but when you do a lot of the things you've done it isn't right cause you have a choice but when you fall into darkness again...I know you don't believe in it but that's sin. Even a good person sins. And even a bad person does good sometimes."

He hugged and kissed the woman who unlike Rosa and Flaca had a few years on him. "I aint going nowhere. And you're right. I never was given a real chance like other people were. I have to make one of my own. This father shit, and going straight? It's taken me six years to do it. I can't help but think that if I'd dropped out all those years ago maybe a lot more people would be alive..." He looked into the Mohawk woman's eyes. "Bobby would if he'd never met me."

"But then Otsista would have died, Joaquin..." She said in an insisting tone.

Rosa added, "The vatos and hynas from our neighborhood were crazy too. I miss Sniper and Morena and Sad Eyes all of them but they would have gotten themselves killed or locked up even if you were done with banging the second you got back from the military."

He looked down. "When I was in Levenworth and then again in prison I kept having these impules to leave the gang I knew Joker was bad news but I didn't know how bad bit even then I thought I'd already put in enough time for the varrio before I ever went to the military. Think about it. i was what, 21, 22 when I went in and didn't even do a year in a tour did some time in military prison and still was able to go to college cause of the vatos I did business with over there They got me past the dishonorable discharge. I could have taken that chance to make something of myself much like you do..." He said looking at Rosa. "But instead I fell back into the same bullshit."

"You can't beat yourself up forever. The past is the past and you're a daddy now..." Flaca stated. "To six beautiful children. Think about THAT That's the life you're looking for. And you write TV scripts."

"I'm not gonna beat myself up..." He said kissing her. "But from now on I'm listening to my gut. All those years ago I had intuition I needed to get the fuck out and I didn't listen to it. Now? I will. So if we have to go to Ecuador for all of you to be safe, shit even the south pole, we'll do that. It wasn't worth losing all the homies I did on the way to getting the money we got but I'll; be damned if I'm gonna throw it all away just cause it's blood money...cause even if I don't want to use it, if I throw it away and don't use it, it was all for nothing."

Amber put a hand on his right arm. "I know what you did to those Italians that were after me. You're a guardian angel, grumpo

Two Days Later

He stood with Agent 14 in the same place where Michael, Trevor and Franklin had jumped him before. "I need to know you'll have my back on this, man. I did save your ass back in San Fierro. I know that you were putting your neck on the line with us but I could have let you bleed out. I don't have the same loyalty to Upstate carnales as I do down here but even they matter more to me than a spook."

"Yeah, I've got your back, Joaquin. The truth is, Karen is a rogue agent and so is the man that brought her in. Bernard."

"Who the fuck is Bernard?"

He showed him his cell phone. He was an older Caucasian male that had gray hair and a pair of glasses wearing a suit. He looked to be in his late sixties or early seventies. "He was the original man to blackmail your friend Niko. It may have been Karen who slept with Niko initially but it was on his orders. You're lucky seducing you wasn't on her agenda."

"That would never happen she aint my type."

"Then they'd have just found a Karen that was your type. Believe me."

"All right so let's say I work with you on this shit. Break it down for me exactly what we'd be doing."

"You're going to need to convince your old friends you're not enemies but the next step would be to liquidate Jock Cranley and Don Percival. You also are going to want to take out Benard and Karen but first it's going to need to look like they were behind it. What you should do with Trevor, Michael and Franklin is fake their deaths. After all, dead men don't carry out assasinations."

"If that's the case, man, I shouldn't even be the one pulling the trigger on these fuckers."

"I figured you'd still want a shot at Karen but you're correct. It's better if one or even two of the unholy trinity get Cranley and Percival. Believe me, in the long run this better serves San Andreas and the United States as a whole. Jock Cranley is a lunatic who thinks that bringing back and keeping Merryweather on US soil is going to curb terrorism. They'll be at an event this week where Cranley will give a speech about creating more jobs through Merryweather and how their presence in Latin America has curbed drugs and gang problems and how in the middle east they've cracked down on religious extremism. And how in Africa they've stopped warlords from ethnic cleansing. It's of course bullshit. All they've done is taken out puppets who can easily be replaced."

"All right. I think we can arrange that. I'll talk to Lefty. He can have the greenlight lifted but we need to make it look like they all got them. And it needs to look like they're dead even as far as the LSPD is concerned. You have to reach out to your LSPD liason and you may want to fill them in somewhat on this shit. You don't gotta tell them why but just say it's for the sake of cracking down on terroristas..."

He took a deep breath. "And how do I know I won't be hung out to dry by the Agency?"

"Because we need to clean house. You gave Karen the indication that you never had any indication of killing Cranley or Percival. Now we're asking you to help do that but you didn't take it upon yourself. If you hadn't noticed, Mr. Avena, we're not against creating chaos. We just want to be the ones that decide when and where. We can't have people like Trevor or Michael taking it upon themselves to do it. And I was never onboard with the insane plans Bernard and Karen had to get the Agency funding. And word of this can never get out. This would be a bigger deal than Operation Northwood ever was. Much worse because we're post 9/11."

"I don't know homes...I'm sure Cold War paranoia was just as big or bigger than the terrorism paranoia but I don't know. All right...we did the easy part we talked about it...now we have to see if these fools are up for it..."

They each arrived. "I OUGHTA FUCKIN BURY YOU HERE AND NOW!" Joaquin held up a hand. "Just hear me out, all right?"

He broke everything down for them. "So they asked you to kill the three of us for our cuts?" Michael demanded.

"Yeah. If I wanted to do it there wouldn't be any conversation. I don't need or want your money. I'm fine with having and retiring with the shit I made on my own.'

"Yeah or maybe it would have went a different way, motherfucker!" Franklin cocked back the slide on his Glock 17. "Really?" Joaquin asked. "If you're here for that why even agree to come? I told the three of you what time it is. I'm willing to help you get this shit done. We can off each other right now or we can get revenge."

"You still have to answer for my fuckin parents..." Trevor growled. "Hey, you kdidn't just kill Wicked and Casper all right? You killed Gary."

"Gary was outta line..."

"You were both outta line...you asked him to sling to the homeless. Truth is I would have told you no too at one point. My dealing policy was I never pushed my shit on other people I let the people that had addictions already come to me."

"Oh nigga please. Tell me how morally superior you is when youse a baby killer..."

"I wasn't sure that she was pregnant when this shit was going down Franklin and yeah I went too far but you know what? Coco's killed Vagos. You play the game you lose sometimes. I might have heard she was pregnant but I'd also heard she'd already had the kid. I'd heard of Lamar driving her to the hopspital what would you think?"

"That was for a checkup you stupid motherfucker! Many babies as you got and you surprised at that shit?!"

"EVERYBODY is surprised Lamar didn't just leave the kid or try to. Really he did when he went to jail but that's beside the point. Even if people could believe that somehow that motherfucker took his baby mama to the hospital, NOBODY would believe he was such an attentive father that he would be taking her to get ultra sounds and if you think otherwise you're deluded."

He then paused and said, 'Besides, Franklin she did attack us and if your life is on the line what would you do if a pregnant Marabunta, Azteca or Vaga came at you with a knife a gun or a bat? Cause she hit me."

"Then you could have shot her you aint have to cut her open and put the motherfuckin fetus in her mouth like that."

"Did you just call me what I think you did?"

"I don't care that people used to called your ancestors savages that's some savage shit. And that aint got shit to do with what happened to your people. Lamar claims Apache and he acts like a savage. You be calling niggas mayates all the time..."

"I haven't used that word as much in recent years at least not between 2016 and 2018. But after I found out you killed Esteban...shit what words I would have called you would have been the least of your fuckin worries."

He then grinned. "You know what? If you had said that five years ago I'd have probably domed you but now...you're right! I AM a savage. And you know what else? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. I don't give a fuck about you I don't give a fuck about Trevor and I don't give a fuck about Michael. I'm civilized around my own comaradas but as these last few years have shown none of you are mine. And I'm a savage to my enemies. There isn't a people country group or religion that can say any different!"

"That aint fair, Joaquin. You killed Luis Lopez and he didn't deserve that. You got a legitimate beef against me for killing Topo but you killed Luis. Maybe Topo didn't deserve a bullet or maybe he did. Truth is Marabunta is full of pieces of shit. But it wasn't my job to pull the trigger but they threatened my family! The governmre nt threatens your family it's worse but if gangsters have people on campus with your daughter what would you do?"

"Maybe the same thing if I was a white boy like you. But if you did that for your own family you understand why I did that for mine...cause the Commission could have targeted Amber she lives in Liberty six months outta the year. So I did what I had to. And in the end it doesn't matter cause you got your revenge anyway. Me, IK didn't get revenge for Esteban. And Franklin aint getting revenge for Coco. He killed Stomper and he didn't do it."

"Stomper killed some big homies though..."

"We all killed big homies. I killed all the Brogue Avenue people, plus my own ranflero, Franklin wasted a Triad boss, Michael killed Stretch, Trevor killed Ortega."

"My...parents..." Trevor growled.

"They bullied you. Your parents acted exactly like my foster dad did. My foster dad belittled me like your dad did and he molested me like your mom did. The only difference between your mom and my foster dad is their gender and I killed him. And I killed her cause you never would have done that. I KNOW you are far too old and fucked up on meth and who knows what else to see it but I did you a favor. Trevor Phillips aint supposed to be scared of nobody. Not Ortega, not Johnny K, not the Triads or Martin Madrazo and not me. But you were a BITCH around those two..." Trevor glared and he said, "And Wicked...I don't like it but she came at you hard and she lost. Casper...truth is I barely liked the fucker but he was Marabunta. With Gary...I guess I couldn't have talked you out of it. But that's true for Dennis too. I just went there for him. Your mom came at me from the shadows and I shot her."

"He kinda do got a point there, T..." Franklin stated. Michael also said, "And molesting a kid is wrong. I would have suggested you kill at least your dad but you wouldn't have heard me on that. I would have offered but you'd have wanted to kill me. But T you burned down a mall after he left you there. Don't you think a lot of your rage is repressed anger at your father?"

"Oh you're one to talk Mr. Therapy sessions!" Joaquin held his hands up. "We can either kill each other like I said or we can get revenge."

Franklin sighed. "Fine. But we go after more than just the government. Rocket from the Ballas killed Tanisha. That's my ex but she was still my girl. You want me along for this shit? We gotta pay a visit to Covenant Ave at some point."

Joaquin gave a reaffirming look. "You know what? We can do that. Cause one of their boys also killed one of my homegirls but it aint me that's gonna get to pull the trigger on her. I'm calling up her best friend. Flaca's gotta be the one."

"I'm good with that. If Lamar can come along."

"What the fuck for?"

"He's my homeboy. Yeah he's loud and stupid and a drug addict and five years ago I'd have understanded why you and the world hates him but lately he's gone through some shit and it's shit you put him through. You're not just asking me to give up on revenge for Coco. Him too."

"That's a stupid idea..."

"It makes sense, Joaquin..." Trevor stated. "You're asking each of us to put aside our differences. The least you can do is the same for Lamar. You're holding off on killing him and he'd be holding off on revenge for his girlfriend. I don't think that's unreasonable."

"I'm not the problem. As long as he stays away from me and doesn't talk we're cool..."

"Man asking Lamar not to talk is like asking the moon not to wax and wane!" Grumbled Franklin.

"But can you keep that mutt on a leash? It's one thing Coco was your homegirl. It's another thing to convince him."

"If anybody can do it it'd be me..." Franklin insisted.

"Why does he need to be along for this?" Asked Michael. "I don't really see what good will come of it."

"Because Tanisha was his homegirl too growing up and just like I'd ride for him on that he'd ride for me on her."

"Have you talked to Broderick since it happened?' Asked Trevor.

"Nah I've stayed away after the funeral. He aint tell me to but I knew it was the right thing to do. But I'ma leave him a note today promising to take care of this shit. My own blood family I only knew for a little bit got killed. And now they aint talking to me and I don't blame them. It's better for a lot of people if I aint around them only with ya'll..."

Trevor and Michael and Franklin shared a glance. 'Am I missing something?" Asked Joaquin.

"It was out in North Yankton but Franklin and Tracey have a daughter. She's never been to LS until now. Not that she's old enough to know the difference."

"Yeah...I aint about to raise my baby...our baby in that hick ass town, man."

"All right then...congratulations I guess..."

"I don't need your congradulations, baby killer."

"You're like a Republican, Franklin. You're worried about babies when they're babies but not when they're adults. Every last one of us is a baby killer. Anybody who has ever killed anybody is a baby killer. And as fucked up as what I did was even if Coco was closer to term than Morena ever got to be, Coco was a baby killer. And the punishment fit the crime. You may not want to admit that but that's the truth. None of us are good people. Trevor and Michael like I said, they raped people in prison if their stories are true. Trevor did for sure. Michael, you tatted your name on a guy's ass that's branding. Me, I killed a woman and her unborn child. Maybe you never did anything that bad, Franklin but don't kid yourself even if you didn't these two that you're still on good terms with, the guys you decided were better than the people from your home neighborhood, did just as bad as me."

"Whatever you say, bitch."

"Bitch huh? All right. You sound like a cell soldier but we'll let that one go."

"We meet here in a week..." Agent 14 said. "Until then, stay out of sight the three of you."

1 Week Later

Agent 14 showed Joaquin the results of what they staged. Franklin's dead body laying with fifteen shots in the drivers side of the car and four had hit him, one in the left arm, two in the chest and one in the face. "Suspects described as two Latin males in the front and two females in the back of a gray Glendale..." Agent 14 said. "At least one of them wearing Vago colors."

"And Trevor?"

"TYou gotta love the special effects of movies. Trailer burned down in Sandy Shores. Two males sporting dark blue clothing tearing out of there in a teal Stallion."

"And Michael?"

"Machete to the throat in Vespucci Beach. It took a lot of doing but we managed to find three homeless people that fit their general descriptions and we managed to have the press release their names. We'll say it was a mistaken identity later."

"This is...crazy man."

"You have a view of the Agency as a shady alphabet organization and you know what we're capable of both here and abroad and you think that arranging for the deaths of three homeless junkies is bad? It was a nessecity. They won't be missed."

"This will cause chaos on the streets. Trevor's organization falls apart without him. Maybe some quick redneck retaliation but after that not much they can do against the Aztecas. They'll burn out. Michael...well between the four of us he's seen as the cleanest. As fucked up as that is he's got the suit, the image. But Franklin? Retired or not, there's gonna be blowback."

"You're supposed to retire from the street life that'd what you wanted isn't it? You can't worry about things like that anymore. I'm sure there will be blowback on the Vagos but that's nopt your problem anymore. They're grown ups. They've defended their turf before you were around and they'll defend it long after. Once we get to the story that it was a mistaken identity, some of it will blow over."

"I know but not once CGF has struck back and killed real people."

"Like I said. Not your problem anymore. It really never was. You getting involved with the Strawberry 13 feud with The Hills is what got you in this moral crisis. It's what set you on a collision course with Franklin in the first place and while it can't be the blame for your problems with Trevor and Michael, it is the straw that broke the camels back once everything got revealed."

Joaquin turned to the government agent. "You know we've all called them the unholy trinity. It just doesn't have the same ring to refer to something with four in it. Four leaf clover maybe but none of us are that lucky."

"I'd say you're three of the luckiest men alive all thing considered. Sure, you've lost loved ones but most people don't get to walk out of it millionaires. You have a question? Ask it fast. They're here."

"If they're the unholy trinity what the fuck am I?"

"The Devil. You may not be part of the Holy Trinity and in fact I disagree with Karen you're not the weakest link you're the most dangerous. But the Holy Trinity has no completeness without the Devil."

"Well they're not holy."

"No they're not but if I had to figure things, Trevor is the unholy ghost, Michael's the father and Franklin's the son. Think about it like this. All three of those things in Christianity make up the entity that is God right? Well you're the opposite. You're the Devil. You're all three men rolled into one."

"That's the most disturbing thing I've heard all day..." He replied.

"It's the truth."

"Then again...you know what I was thinking about today? I was thinking about that poor fucker Ferdinand Kerimov the Agency had me shoot in Cuba."

"What about him?"

"I killed an innocent man. That shit was weighing heavily on me. I think about all the people I've killed. Not all of them at once. Some of them I don't even remember. Some of them weren't worth remembering. And it's on different days that I think about one. On another day, it's another."

"Was he really that innocent?"

"Fuck you mean? You had Trevor torture him. On the suspicion he was a terrorist. When I zoomed in on him with that Sniper Rifle you know what I saw before I pulled that trigger? A cross necklace. You fuckers really had me feeling bad for a Christian. But that country he's from is mostly Muslim but there's a 3% Christian minority. My old buddy Gary would have LOVED to have talked about that. So would Darwin. The implication of it all."

"The information that lead to the death of Tahir Javan was false. Whether or not Kerimov was innocent we know he didn't commit terrorist acts but he did install an entertainment center for Javan. And Javan was not a terrorist. This is classified information but you may very well die today so I doubt it matters much and you've got no proof. It wasn't my call it was the FIB's."

"Why would they kill him?"

"He was a philanthropist. Who knows? The FIB has killed plenty of people who don't deserve it. My point is, Michael didn't know it but he didn't kill a terrorist. He killed an innocent man. Maybe the man you killed didn't know that he wasn't a terrorist he only knew what the FIB told him but his actions got an innocent man shot. And he said some damning things in interviews himself before he was assassinated by you."

Tavell and Lamar had arrived and Flaca had arrived to help Joaquin. She wanted her revenge. She wore her signature black fedora and some black sweat pants and a dark blue midriff top and a dark blue LS cap and shades. She carried an AK-74. Lamar had two Uzis and Tavell had an M3. He'd also called El Seco.

"Just so you know..." Lamar said strangely calmly, "I don't care what kinda deal ya'll made with Franklin. You aint made no deal with me and it aint gonna be one. I'll hold off on killing yo ass today but after today, it's on. You killed my motherfuckin girl and my baby, nigga."

"Yeah and you and Frank killed my best comarada. Me and Franklin agreed to a cease fire with each other but I'm willing to fuck you up. And like I told Franklin...Coco killed my homegirl and she was having m baby. She got done to her what she did to somebody else. It may not have been the same amount of time in the womb and it may not have been the same way but they're both dead."

"I'm only doing this for my boy FC and for my homegirl Tanisha. You'll see, mark. I'm harder to kill than you think you might be surprised."

"Yeah but you aint ex military. You aint even that street smart. You wanna come after me when this is all done, puto? Fine. I'd love to bury at least one of the fuckers that killed my compadre. In fact we can do that shit as soon as we're done here."

"Enough, man! If we were gonna kill each other we should have did it before. Now you know the deal. I got dibs on the motherfucker Rocket."

Tavell spoke up, "Yeah about that, cousin, I don't know where he be at. Nobody does he aint at his usual spot."

"No need to keep wondering..." Tio Hector said. Gonzo, Whiskey and Level pulled out a bloodied African American male in a purple and white letterman's jacket and blue jeans. He had a gag in his mouth and his hands were tied.

"Joaquin, you should let us cap this puto, man! He pissed in our trunk!" Growled Whiskey.

"It's a fuckin stolen car, pendejo..." Gonzo said.

"So what?!" Level said. "Can still smell it from here. I bet this piece of shit has been eating asparagus."

They shoved him forward at Flaca's knees. Joaquin took his gag off but left his hand tied. "If you got any last words I'd start now..."

"Who...what the fuck...I remember you...you were with that Latina chick that day..."

She kicked him in the balls and he doubled over in paimn and she followed with a kick to the ribs. "So you remember me puto? You got one chance to live. You tell us where Rocket stays now..."

"I aint fuckin with that nigga no more! I'm playing college ball! I aint trying to catch no felonies. I'm done with Davis, the street life...all of it...please..."

She fired a burst into his left knee. He screamed in agony. Joaquin laughed at that. "Can't be much of a running back if you can't run..."

"PLEASE, I DON'T FUCKIN KNOW! THAT NIGGA THREATENED ME INTO DOING THAT SHIT BACK THEN!" He was in tears and breathing hard and sweating. Flaca pressed the hot barrel against his shredded knee and sizzled the wounds and he screamed like a banshee. "Everybody that knows anything in Davis knows Rocket has you by the balls. Even with your football career about to take off we know you have to kick back a cut to the also know you were planning on getting traded to play for Vice City. Does Rocket know?"

"Look...yeah...that motherfucker blackmailed me okay...? I pay up but I aint seen him in three years! Why would I?!" Slim cried.

She fired into his other knee this time at closer range letting the trigger pull until she saw rounds exiting the back of the leg as he was shot through the knee. "ARGHHH! PLEA...PLEA..." He was trying to beg but he couldn't his eyes bugging out like an Ethiopian. She rammed the butt of the rifle against his open wound. "I don't care if you were forced to or not, cabron! Cherry was raped by some skinhead motherfuckers and she survived...only to get killed by a Ball Sack piece of shit like you?! You better start talking if you want to play football again..."

"After what you did to me...I aint playing nothing again you crazy bitch..." She hit him in the teeth with the butt of the Rifle knocking out all his top front teeth. He spit the bloody whites out coughing and crying out in pain. "You could probably be the first to play football with two prosthetic legs in the NFL..." Joaquin said. "And even if you can't do that it's better than being dead."

"I aint telling you shit...fuck Marabunta..." He sneered. Flaca stuck the barrel already bloodied against his patella scraping against it. "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH MOTHATFU...AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He roared his mouth opening so wide it looked like his face would split in half from the pressure. She scraped it again against the exposed bone.

Joaquin remembered he had a bottle of hot sauce on him. He poured it into the open wound and the Baller screamed even harder before his voice gave out. He was crying his face against the ground. "All right, man...! He's staying at an abandoned house on Grove Street! Can't miss it...All tagged up..."

Flaca aimed the Assault Rifle at him. "You said...you'd let me live..." He gasped.

"And you believed her? Cherry was her homegirl. Mine too but a best friend is something you can't replace. She had a sense of hope surviving what those skinhead fuckers we took care of did to her but you took away that. Think of this as us doing the same thing..."

Flaca dug her thumbnails in, one in each eye gouging his eyes out and his blood coated her thumbs and fingers and she dug deeper in. She then stood up as he was writhing bloodied and blind and she began to stomp on his head with all her might and weight. She cracked his forehead open with the third stomp and he faded out of consciousness. She stomped him again and again and again. After about twelve stomps, Joaquin pulled her back. His face looked swollen and bloody like a person reacting to a peanut allergy but also with no eyes. His nose was broken so bad that it had actually been kicked more slanted to the left side of his face. More of his teeth were busted, his lips shredded and his cheeks were cut up.

Joaquin doubted he was still alive but Flaca didn't care. She pointed the barrel of the weapon to his chest and unloaded the rest of the magazine into him. By the time she was done his chest cavity was open and the contents of his stomach were also visible as she had turned his abdomen to swiss cheese.

"You happy?" Franklin asked. "You get that shit outta your system?"

"Shut the fuck up pendejo. The only reason we know where to find the one you want now is cause of me."

"Yeah unless he lied to you..." Tavell said. "People do be known to lie when they're in a lot of pain."

"Yeah but it makes sense..." Joaquin stated. "Rocket hasn't been spotted in a while and if he hasn't left whatever house he's holed up at it would make sense. And he wouldliterally have anything he wanted in Davis. He doesn't need to go out to eat he can have people go get shit for him. He doesn't have to go out for pussy. He's the leader of a gang. Plenty of groupie bitches that would throw themselves at him. Probably some non affiliates too."

"The only thing he can't do is go outside in the sun. Aint like that ashy nigga needs mo of that shit..." Lamar said. "Fuck it, dog let's go book this bitch. Show him how we do on the West Side of South Central!"

"You aint worried this shit will kick off more problems with the Davis car my nigga?" Asked Tavell.

"Hell no! And even if it do we got Families out that way that'll back us up. The Ballas in Strawberry is real scary around us. Cause they know the green side runs the Berry."

"Yeah, tell that to the vatos that burned down the Vanilla Unicorn..." Sneered Whiskey. "I don't even come from out there and that shit's funny."

"Man aint nobody talking to you corny ass cholos. Why don't you go listen to some oldies, beyatch?"

"Says the fool stuck in '92 when he was probably a toddler when the LS riots kicked off?" Gonzo said chiming in.

"The boy LD got a point. You cholos is corny. At least Rifas show us respect. Even Aztecas are aight to a point but you Va Ho's and the Marabunta cats listen to Hip Hop while talking about killing niggas probably blast on a innocent brotha listening to 2pac aint that some shit? Or you listen to oldies like Al Green. Black man invented rock and roll."

"Not this bullshit again..." Joaquin said with an eye roll. "It was Raza, gringos and blacks. Together each with their own steelo. For one to take credit is dumb."

"Mick Jagger did get his shit off Chuck Berry though...' Franklin said.

"All right, name five Chuck Berry songs...and I'll name five Rolling Stones songs and we'll see who gets through five faster."

"But the white man can always do better in a black man's industry..." Complained Tavell.

"Yeah or maybe you aint good enough. You guys always say Raza can't rap or that your producers don't gotta put any of us on but truth is at a lot of Dr Dre concerts it'll be 90% Raza supporting his music. There was a concert with him and E-40 where that happened. You got Chicana models in your videos. But if you say we aint talented enough, fine maybe that's just how it was with rock. Not many beyond Jimi Hendrix were able to adapt to when it went from the 50's bluesy school dance shit to smashing guitars in hotel rooms."

"Al;l that proves is brothas didn't like the new sounds being made..." Tavell responded.

"Yeah but if so many of you kinda like Mos Def did are gonna say how the white man stole it from you that'sbullshit. You can't steal a music. Nobody robbed the minds ofblack guitarists ability to play guitarists you just lost interest when rap came around. If I check your Ifruit Mp3 player I bet I'm gonna find rap and R&B. It might be a stetreotype but it's usually true. And if you get mad that you think whites are taking sole credit for it...something I never heard one of them even say that they and they alone started it, then get more fuckers from the hood to pick up a guitar instead of auto tune. Either that or stop complaining. And when it comes to rap I don't think there were many Mexicanos in Libert City when it kicked off in '79 but there were Puerto Ricans. And the first Chicano to put out a rap album did it in '89 so if you beat us to the punch but were around at the same time as Puerto Ricans, you only beat us by ten years that's a lot sooner we got into it than the gavachos or anybody else did."

"Were any of you alive in the 60's, fucker? Cause I was..." Tio Seco said. "And yeah comaradas listened to some groups like that. But also Buddy Holly, The Beatles, Elvis, and he never made that racist comment they say he did about morenos. He never said the only thing they could do was shine his shoes and buy his records. The thing that he really said was he knows how in your community back then a shoe shiner was looked down upon by his own people as a sellout. They misquoted him. And then you had Raza artists. Los Lobos, Rosie & The Originals, Richie Valens, Thee Midnighters. Plus on the Native American side of things, Link Wray started punk rock. He was a one lunged Shawnee Indian."

"Are we gonna take care of business or are you idiots gonna debate history and music all day? Let's hit the road!" Michael growled.

"Okay, boomer..." Joaquin shot back earning a middle finger.

He then said, "Hey I'm all for you getting your revenge on the Ballas. Rocket was a problem for us too but Slim is the one that killed a close homegirl and we got our revenge. You got more reason to kill Rocket but if we're making a detour to kill some of them we gotta stop off in Vespucci Beach cause I got some Neo Nazis to kill too."

"That's your business, man you don't need us along for that.I already took care of Scott and you killed Seth. We should be good on fuckin with them racist assholes."

"Yeah we both got the people we want but don't you want to cut off the head so the body will die? Maybe Kirk hasn't gotten his hands dirty himself in years but a lot of the shit the DOJ's are doing is on his orders. Even when some of them do small time shit on their own like beat up a homeless man or kill an immigrant, he knows about it."

Agent 14 agreed with Joaquin's diagnosis. "It's true. We have a profile on him. Sure, he's an egomaniac white supremacist who has ironically allied himself with white street and prison gangs that have done business with other races. Anything for members to survive in prison, they do what they gotta do. But he loves it when his followers take initiative on their own and if they go really far off the radar and do something crazy, like beating an Ethiopian immigrant to death, he has plausible deniability."

"I hate you and you hate me..." Joaquin said. "But the DOJ has fucked us both over. I started fighting these fuckers in High School and even later after that cause we had classes together. You going to Davis High I mean that's rough in its own way Ballas vs Families over a school but you didn't get to go to school on the diverse west side where you had these little wannabe Hitler youth motherfuckers wearing laced red boots to school. They may not be as violent as my hood or yours and they don't deal drugs but they're catching up in violence. We should both end them."

"What about me?" Michael asked. Joaquin shook his head. "You stay in the car or better yet just head on over to where we need to be cause we need to be downtown on time. There's gonna be a lot of police security at this thing but there's still others out and about patrolling the streets. With the dust we're about to kick up it'll hae the cops busy dealing with all that shit and then we do what we gotta do downtown."

"You can't possibly be doing this because you think I'm gonna help the skinheads, right? Cause I told you what that was about..."

"Yeah but it isn't your fight. Not in the large term scale of things. When you get a chance...think about the symbolism of why you should sit this one out and let us do this. Besides, if me and Franklin should die, that's one thing but if three of us get killed doing what we're gonna do, then we're all fucked cause only Trevor is left and I don't think he can pull this shit off alone."

"Yeah to be honest, homie..." Franklin chimed in. "I think you and T should also sit out the South Central shit too. It'd be hard to explain why a couple of guys that look like ya'll are in South Central there just aint that many who would so it'd be easier for the cops to narrow the shit down. Especially if one of you is the owner of a burned down strip club. If me and Joaquin and Tavell and LD and the Vagos from Treinta Ocho go, then it's just niggas and Ese's blasting as usual. It'll be a lot of bodies but not as much police attention for that as it's finna be in Vespucci Beach. I don't know if they're gonna cancel the shit based on that though."

"In that case, we'll drop some bodies at Vespucci Beach but not too many."

As they got into their vehicles Trevor stated, "You know how fuckin crazy this shit is right? Not only are we gonna be planning on assasinating two very public figures., we've got a lot more co conspirators with us than your average shooting. That'll either make it a lot easier to catch all of us if one of us gets pinched and sings or it'll make things easier since there'd be so many in on it some are bound to get away. Either way it'll be a fuckin shit show!"

They began to drive out to South Central.

Franklin

"So this is it, huh? We about to do the damn thang. We're booking Rocket and then you gonna help book the governor?"

"Yeah. Only don't go running your mouth about either one, dog. I'm serious. I'd get the needle That's some defcon one shit right there probably at least I know it would be for the president. But yeah this is it. I aint beefing with Merryweather on the level Mike and Trevor is but i've had a few of them try and clap me. I was trying to rob them the first time they did but still."

"And now you got us trucing it up with that motherfucker Cobra. I'm telling you, Frank when this shit's over I'm riding on his ass. If you don't do that shit with me youse a bitch."

"Lamar, if you come at Joaquin and I aint talking hand to hand I'm talking gun to gun you'll get your wig split. Even if you got the drop on him it'd go down like that. I tell you this as your homie."

"That fool can't see me he aint never tried! Cause I'm that nigga that's hard to kill. Vagos couldn't get me, the Ballas couldn't get me. And he's closer to being a Vago if anything even if he rolls with the Salvadoran niggas."

"He's got military training and plenty of niggas tried. This fool took out Brogue Avenue."

"I'm sure I'd be the shit like that if I had a drone too my nigga I mean I aint got them Illuminati connects like he do."

"That was before the drone was in play and it wasn't even him that did it. You think you could have taken down the Troubleshooter? Or even gotten close enough to book Burns? He got Burns, he got Troy he got Hunnet."

"Yeah but if you finna say he could get the best of me just cause of his military training man fuck that he did less than a year and then he got injured that aint no Jack Howitzer! If you think military niggas is all that then when we were shooting it out with them feds at the foundry I should have been dead and you know some of them are ex military too. So if I was able to survive them I'd survive him. I mean tell him, Tavell. Tell your cousin what it is. A bullet don't have a name and it doesn't give a fuck about your skills fist to fist or gun to gun."

"Gun to gun the Ese will still fuck your shit up, blood. Don't get it twisted. The best best you got for catching him lacking is to find him with his family."

"We're NOT doing that. Get that out your head cause it aint happening, T..." Franklin looked at Lamar. "You know if you go after his family I'll have to fuck you up right?"

"I aint going after no women or kids, dog. Just him. I mean if I accidentally hit them too it wouldn't be shit I could do and it wouldn't be on me but..."

"NIGGA! Haven't you learned anything from being down two motherfuckin years?! And on top of that shit you caused a war with the Rancho Vagos. As much as I blame Joaquin for what happened the fact is none of the people that was there that night would have been out there for him to even feel like he could sneak into the hood and do what he did."

"Oh what so you saying random hood niggas YG's and all that can book the Snake but I can't? Man we supposed to be boys you supposed to pump a nigga up."

"Just cause Joaquin's got more skills than the three of us don't mean he's invincible. If he'd have come through Forum on his own shit could have gone different. He can't take on twenty five hitters gunning for him at once. He wouldn't have made it to the front door or the back door."

"That's not always true I hate to say it..." Tavell said. "Any hood you go through like niggas said a million times, you aint finding homies posted up on every corner in the hood. You might have a few dogs here a few down the block but the next block could be dead cause it all depends what spots is hot cause of the one time."

"Well if he had gotten to her in that case he still wouldn't have made it out alive..." He glared at Lamar. "You get what I'm saying to you, dog? The shit you do has consequences! I aint saying it was right how it went down and in a way the cartel being after ya;ll that one night yeah that's on me that's my fault but I handled the situation. You kicked off a war over a brick. You know what happened the last time somebody ripped off them Ese's from Rancho? They turned Rancho from 90% black to less than 1% and the Baller hood that did that they turf's spread more to the outlying areas."

"Frank..." Lamar said in a suddenly hoarse voice. "I know I fucked up. Tavell did too but I fucked up worse but I think I done paid for it all haven't I? I got set up by one time, my girl got killed and the homie Skell's gone. If this is karma for all the shit I did we should be even...you don't even know ya'll always call me stupid but I'm always trying to change my station in life you feel me? Every plan I got ya'll think is dumb is my own way of trying to do what you did. Only I aint have a chance to run off to the Hills with some white collar bank robbers or run off to the east coast to work at a coffee place. I'm doing the best I can with what I have."

"Yeah but you about to turn 30 in two days. Something's gotta change..." Franklin said.

"Yeah and I lost my girl in that college shootout..." Tavell said. "I still aint right about that shit. You don't get over it you get through it but you always remember. You wanna honor Coco for real? This is how. Be the man she didn't think you was or could be but that she wanted you to be. You got hustling skills to a point. You could just apply them in a different way."

"Frank..." Lamar said. "I did something you don't know about while I was inside though.."

"What?"

"I got clean my dude. I was still using a year into my sentence but I was starting to run up a debt and the homies they had to give me a violation it aint no thang they punch like bitches but after that I started to get clean. I been clean a year. I still drink but it aint like before."

"Real talk he aint lying, homie..." Tavell said. "I checked on that when he told me about it."

"Aight...that's good, dog. Just keep staying that way You never know you could do a 360 and really surprise Coco wherever she is."

"Yeah..we do this shit for Tanisha. Then we get revenge for Coco."

"Aint nothing I can say to change your mind is there?"

"Nah. Look what you doing just to get revenge for an ex and somebody that was a homegirl before really are out the game but you got one last thing to tie up right? Well this is my baby mama nigga we didn't always see eye to eye and you right she aint think I was changing nobody does everybody doubt LD till LD prove em wrong. Only I aint have a chance to prove her wrong this time. No matter how much we aint see eye to eye she aint supposed to go out like that."

"If you go at him, Lamar that'll be the end of you."

"Even if that's true I don't give a fuck nigga! I got no girl no baby mama he got everything. That should piss you off cause in a way he got more than you! All your family members either gone or don't want shit to do with you. He got a nice ass crib on the beach and aint no cartel cats try and burn his shit down! If you really think I can't take that nigga by myself then you should roll with me. You my boy, Frank we go back since diapers. You can't be picking that bitch over me..." He then added, "We both killed that mark over that bike. So even if he still is tripping off that it's all the more reason we should handle it."

Franklin's anger against Joaquin had not subsided and he knew that what Lamar was saying made sense. "Fine, Lamar. After this shit, we hit him. But it has to be right after cause he's gonna be tired from fighting all the motherfuckers we got to fight. If I think he's gonna get the best of you I'll put one in his dome but if it has to be done like that I'd rather only you do it. I can't stop you but I won't try and save him either. I wouldn't turn on Michael or Trevor either when I had a chance but this shit is different. I got your back, homie."

"My nigga..." Lamar said slapping hands and exchanging a quick hug from from seat to back as they were at a red light. The light turned green and they continued to drive south.

"You loved her didn't you..." Tavell said. "You prolly aint even realize it cause you prolly thought you was just feeling each other but not on some love shit but I think you did and in a way she loved you too."

"What kind of dumb bass question is that, T?" Snapped Lamar. "You even gotta ask? She did tell me it once. Crazy as that was and I aint say it back. I should have. It was earlier on though."

"Well you can always say it now by doing what she wanted to. It could be a while before you find somebody else but it's worth it. I tried to get over Tanisha and it wasn't easy but then I met Tracey. The grief you going through now that's normal dog it takes a while but if you still wanted a baby down the line you could do it."

"I aint tryna think about that right now, dog But I am gonna still be Godfather to that baby of yours. She cute as hell babies love me. When she gets hair though you should be the one that handles doing her hair cause white people be doing it all fucked up when they got mixed babies."

"Don't talk about Chasity like that homie. She got brown hair she got her mama's color cause my shit is black."

"She gonna have that good hair huh? Like the hood rats say..." Lamar chuckled.

"Nah homie aint no weaves going on her head. She gonna have her shit be curly and natural. The way it's supposed to be. When i was with Tanisha I never could get that girl to wear her shit natural for me. And she aint do it for Broderick either. It's funny how she'll get her nails done and be worried about what her man thinks but not on that. I aint trying to speak ill of the dead neither it's just a memory..."

"Nigga, what the fuck kind of man would be that concerned with a woman's nails anyway now that you brought that up? Cause I remember that Life Invader status where she was worried about that shit with Broderick and I thought what kind of mestrosexual ass bougie nigga was she seeing."

"Shit I don't know man I get that but then you don't want no woman with busted fingernails do you? Cause that shit looks ratchet too..." Tavell said.

"Anyway yeah she do look like her mama though."

"Plus blue eyes. She aint get that shit from you..." Tavell cracked. "To be honest dog she don't look 50% black and 50% white to me. We may need to do a ancestry test or some shit cause even though the black features still stronger cause she got your nose and skin but I just seen mixed kid that was really half and half and she looks a bit less than half."

"Hey if I aint all the way black neither are you. We got the same blood."

"I know but I had a baby with Queenie that's the difference."

"Heads up ya'll..we here.." Franklin announced.

The Treinta Ochos were already there. Whiskey, Gonzo and Level were creeping up behind a dark red Blade which they were using for cover. Whiskey and Level had shotguns, an M3 and an 870. Gonzo held a Glock 18 with both hands. Soon Joaquin's uncle El Seco was also there and he was packing an M4 shotgun. Joaquin pulled up with Flaca and she had an AK-74 for this job while he had an M4A1. Seco had rode with him. "All right homes...just like we planned."

Joaquin

Fifteen Minutes Earlier

He was riding with Flaca and his uncle. "Man, I don't know how you could grow up out here, Tio. I went to school on the westside andjust that was enough to keep me on my toes at all times with the Ballas and then I'd have to go home to East Los and there was all the barrio warfare. Out here's something else. You don't just got Ballas and Vagos and Marabunta. You got Aztecas and Families too. I don't know how anybody went anywhere."

"For a long time we didn't go anywhere outside the varrio and when we did we were taking a risk. That neighborhood you're so cool with Rancho has been our enemigas for a long time. I've done time with some veteranos from back then though when I was locked down in the 90's back when...well you know."

He couldn't finish the sentence but he knew he meant 1996 when Joaquin's mom died. "Yeah thanks for reminding me, viejo..." He growled.

"Hey I know it was hard for you as a little kid losing your parents like that. I know what it is to even be able to trace back everything that went wrong in your life to a single event. Not everybody can say that. The way these pee wees out here do drugs more and drink just to forget the pain they forget shit and that's the point."

"I didn't forget. I'd only drank occasionally, Tio and I never dabbled with drugs on purpose...even if I did accidentally inhale coke the night my homie Stomper died. Nobody seems to believe me on that front though..they should though. I'm not a junkie like mi carnal Sniper I told you about was."

"I believe you, kid. But my point is even though a lot of vatos from our generation and the generations before that was doing drugs I can say that i have my memory intact. i didn't have the same dad as your mother did but I remember the night he died. He was killed by some vatos from Rancho. Back in '78. That's more or less the thing, chico. Kids in the 80's did the most dirt because we were hyped up for violence by vatos that did dirt in the 70's. That wasn't the case with my padre. The thing about your mother's father is he did have her but he didn't stick around. You always wanted to learn more about our family history well...Silva didn't stick around. He was a womanizer. Your abuelo."

"Yeah...I'll say. I just found out from Trevor's mom that she fucked him. She asked me if I had any relation to him and at first I was like no but then you tell me that fucker was in our family history? And to think about the disturbing way it kinda connected me to Trevor before we even met each other. Before we were even born!"

"Don't think about it like that pero life does happen sometimes in ways that just don't make a lot of sense. It's true that Silva and mi madre your abuela had your mom after me but after your abuelo turned out to be a dead beat despite being a hard working dock man, she got back together with my padre. And she was from the neighborhood too. She was a pachuca but she gave that up when she had us. And mi padre was a Treinta Ocho legend. He'd gotten killed by some Rancheros when he'd still done time with a few of their comaradas in the early 70's."

The aging veterano turned to Joaquin. "Tu sabes...your jefita would have broken your ass for ever getting involved with gangs. Your padre was a criminal too but he didn't bang and they toned it all down when you were born. But he wasn't affiliated so when he was doing shit he did whatever he did he was more likely to pull a gun on a random civilian and maybe shake them down than on a gang member. That's a moral low in its own right but the point is civilians don't usually shoot back and they'd stopped. But maybe even more than that she'd probably break your hide for having friends from Rancho."

"Lo siento, Tio. But it's what I had to do surviving the streets these last few years a few years back. I had to have a foothold in South LS and I never knew I had familia that lived near 38th street. The foster care system didn't tell me shit about having an uncle. And they had us in Liberty City...if I'd have known..."

"It wouldn't have been that much different if I'd have been the one to raise you. I don't know if it would have been worse I can't speak on a what if situation. But if you'd never gone through what you did, you'd have never met that woman you got, never met all the people that made your life better. Even if it is gangsters you had as family that beats the hell out of no family."

"Yeah, I agree, Seco. I'd have probably still had a woman and kids but there's something to be said for the uniqueness of having the people you have. You know what I think about a lot, Tio? What if I'd gone to a different High School than I did. Think about how many High Schools there are in LS County alone. I could have gone to school closer to East LS, I could have gone in South Central, fuckin anywhere. Even with Rosa and Lefty in my life just going to one High School or another besides Vespucci High how much different would that have been? I wouldn't have met mi compa Esteban so I'd have been worse off for it but then who knows who I'd have been friends with?'

"You're getting introspective, vato...you all right? Not killing those morenos fucked you up didn't it? I think you should have killed that one you've known for years if he really did take out your partner in crime. And as for the other one if I were you I'd have put a bullet in his head and his cousin's in my day and just been done with it. But then when I think about it a lot of the vatos I got locked up with were from varrios my varrio didn't get along with. And any of them could have killed some of my compas but that's the way prison politics work. Maybe in a way with what you're doing here you're doing the same thing. Working with the enemy against a bigger enemy for a bigger goal."

"That's because this shit is almost over one way or another, Seco. I don't know if I'm ready for that. And the shit I'm saying here is just nobody really thinks about it. Every High School you didn't go to is another potential destiny you could have that you may never know about. Same with colleges too but to a smaller point. It's friends you didn't make it's teachers you didn't have. Anybody could have done slightly better at one High School where he wasn't doing good at the one he's at And sure you can make friends with people down the line that went to a different school than you but it's not the same as being in the same classes, eating lunch at the same time they did. I know it'd never work in theory or practice but I almost wish there was a way to hae people go to different schools around the city just to see what it's like for at least a day. You know how they do that foreign exchange shit? What if they did a local student exchange thing that's all I'm saying. What if you'd have grown up in Rancho instead of 38th street? A lot has happened in my life to the point where I gotta reflect and think on shit like this."

"That's heay to think about. I think I get what you're saying but that's a bit hard to follow. And I must just be too old because I can't imagine a life where I was born in Rancho and not Treinta Ocho."

Joaquin and Tio Hector approached the front door to the trap house. Joaquin knocked on the door and even though Hector had his shotgun he also had a .38 Revolver. A Baller with dreadlocks wearing a white t and purple gym shorts answered. His eyes bugged out when he saw them but Hector put the barrel to his chest and let it rip. With two bangs, the gang member fell over and Joaquin stepped over his falling body and pulled the pin on a frag. "GRENADE!" Yelled several Ballas.

Franklin

They retreated and two Ballas came out the front door armed and Joaquin let off a barrage of rounds at them as they came out the front door. Franklin and Lamar sprayed up the house as Lamar raked it with Uzis The grenade went off and took out a part of the wall and left three cooked bodies blown to pieces charred skin burning. Tavell fired his AK-74 as a few Ballas tried shooting through the hole in the wall. He struck down two of them hitting one in the right side of the chest and the next he let a barrage at the face of a Baller in a purple do-rag taking out his face as at least twenty rounds hit.

Franklin, also using an AK, hit the third Baller with a single headshot just above the left eye. As a few more Ballas tried to come out the front door, Level, Gonzo and Whiskey fired a mixed barrage of shotgun blasts and handgun rounds and three more Ballas collapsed on the ground next to their dead homies. Flaca also managed to fire striking a Baller inside who had taken damage from the frag and had all the sleeve tattoos on his right arm gone coating instead a red mass of flesh beneath it all. In his good arm he had a Beretta. Flaca fired twelve rounds at him hitting his other arm taking out a Baller tattoo that spoke of his allegiance to Covenant Avenue. He fell over bleeding as three rounds had hit him there and the next nine hit him in his lower intestine.

A Baller female fired rounds at her with an Uzi and nearly hit her but Flaca ducked as the rounds bounced off the cholo cars and she let off ten rounds and hit the woman a somewhat overweight Baller with dark brown skin and hair in a ponytail wearing a black jacket and blue jeans. She struck the woman in her stomach and breasts. Rocket finally came out brandishing an Uzi.

Franklin and Lamar stared him down. Lamar had ammo in only one Uzi. The two fired on each other and Lamar's Uzi rounds struck Rocket first from the left arm to the right arm. Franklin saw the whiteness of Rocket's teeth as he cried out but his screams were silenced by the cracking of Uzi rounds and the white hot sparks of light from the muzzle flashes. Lamar fell over with at least six rounds in his chest. Rocket fell on his side with holes coming out of his back. He was still twitching but Franklin wasn't sure if he was alive or dead since many dead bodies often twitched when they were just in the stages of their body shutting down.

Franklin thought he heard a moaning sound come from Rocket. Sometimes dead bodies also moaned but he wasn't taking a chance either way. He fired and let a burst off into Rocket's back finishing him off with the remaining magazine and his body rattled as he did and by the time the mag ran out, Franklin could see Rocket's spine through the back of his dark purple sweater's bloody holes and his ghastly flesh wounds.

"Hang on, LD! We're gonna get you outta here..." Lamar was coughing up blood and was unable to talk. His eyes darted between Franklin and Tavell. "We're gonna get you to a hospital, dog just hold on..." Franklin promised in a frantic voice. "You did good,, homie..."Tavell said. "You took that motherfucker Rocket down...'

"We did...did..." Lamar tried to say but he coughed up too much blood. As they retreated from the scene, Tavell pulled over into a back alley as soon as they hit downtown while Franklin was ripping up pieces of Lamar's shirt to keep pressure on the wounds. Joaquin took notice and pulled in. "I know he's shot but we gotta move..." He said getting out of the ride.

"Hey man have a little fuckin respect!" Tavell growled. "We gotta move or we're gonna get caught or killed. Franklin check your boy cause we're gonna get fucked if we stay around here. All the juras in Sur Central will be swarming around Davis after that shit. That was an 80's style gangbang shooting, man."

Joaquin's thinking on that was how usually most gang shootings nowadays were either singular with one person shooting another or occasionally a drive-by. They didn't have shootouts like the 80's and 90's. Most of today's generation of gangsters didn't have that level of balls.

"My homeboy's dying, we gotta get him to a hospital..." Franklin lamented his voice shaking. Lamar was going into shock his eyes rolling in his head. "We can't get to a hospital in time, man. Mount Zonah is a bit of a ways north and Central LS was back the other way. You're gonna have to put him out of his misery..."

"This is my best friend, dog...I can't..."

Lamar was shaking far worse than Franklin. Franklin held his own pistol and Lamar was not even aware of what was going on. He was groaning and making gibberish noises. Blood and droll dripped from his mouth. Franklin tried to pull the trigger but his hand was shaking too bad. "Goddamn it Lamar...we were almost home free..."

His heart was still beating but it was getting fainter. "Franklin if he was to survive he'd be retarded. I don't mean the usual retard he is. He won'tr be able to dress himself or use the bathroom on his own. I saw it in war..."

"Fuck you care, man? You wanted him dead...I know that's all this is about..."

"You should be the one to do it he's your friend."

"I can't..." Franklin dropped the pistol. Tavell picked it up sniffing tears in his eyes. "It should be me...I'm the one that got him sent to the pen just to get him off the streets and he aint even know...all this time he thought I was his homie and I thought I was being that but he aint know...I wasn't never gonna tell him..." He held the gun shaking. He fired at Lamar's head but got him in the cheek. Lamar's body began twitching still and shaking as he went further into shock his eyes just white eyeballs now. He wasn't dead yet even after that. Tavell panicked at the sight of the blood from Lamar's face and he couldn't pull the trigger a second time.

Culebra took the gun. "No man...you'll just see this as revenge..." Franklin gulped. "We're past the point of revenge on him, fool. This is a mercy killing and you can't do it and Tavell tried and failed and now he's just in more pain...look at his feet..." Lamar's feet were kicking up a storm. "Not every time you shoot somebody in the head or the face is a kill. You gotta be more thorough."

"Why should it be you? You hate LD."

"I'll make it quick. If I wanted revenge he'd be gutted slow but I'm gonna be putting him out of his misery and unlike the two of you i don't have any emotional attachment to this guy. There's nothing to stop me from pulling the trigger and being done with it. If I really wanted to take revenge now I'd gut him slow like I said. Or..do the fucked up thing and let him continue to die slow. It could take him another minute or two to die. That's nothing for us but in the pain he's in it'll seem like forever.."

"Aight..." Franklin said. He handed him the pistol. "Do it quick..." With that he and Tavell hugged not wanting to look at their friend's last moments. Joaquin put the Glock at the back of Lamar's head. Despite what he said to Franklin and Tavell he knew that what he said was a half truth. Sure, it was a mercy killing but it wasn't just that. He pulled the trigger and the bullet went straight into Lamar's brain stem and Joaquin's gun arm was decorated with Lamar's blood, brains and skull matter. His body lay still in the pool of blood from his abdomen wounds and now a new one formed under his head.

"Come on...we gotta get outta here. LS Sheriff's Department is gonna be busy cleaning up Baller cuerpos off the ground but that doesn't mean they won't be looking for shooters any and everywhere."

"We're taking him with us..." Franklin stated. "He's gonna get buried properly."

" With all that brain matter and blood?"

"Dog, we're leaving DNA evidence probably everywhere we go. Niggas from South Central aint a priority to the cops. Especially if we're doing what ya'll got planned today."

"Fine. Let's just go. We gotta meet Mike and Trevor on the west side. It'll be dawn soon."

As he got back into the car with El Seco and Flaca however he said aloud, "Esto es para ti, Esteban. Tengo venganza."

(This is for you, Esteban. I got revenge)

Joaquin

Sandy Shores

2 Hours Later

It had taken a bit of persuasion and the vatos from Cerco Blanco and even Sapo from Marabunta was there. They'd been diverted to Blaine County because it seemed that the Disciples of Jesus had left Vespucci Beach after the death of Seth and were now in Sandy Shores. "You sure about this, homes?" Asked Joaquin.

"Yeah, I'm sure..." The Salvadoran shot caller stated. "These fuckers been moving their soldados outta the Beach for a few weeks now. Kirk's already got his feet kicked up out here but Stacey is still trying to get some of the younger recruits to come out from Del Perro. It makes sense. Why stay in a city full of liberals when the desert is ripe for the picking with right wing idiotas? The same kind that funded my government's genocidal ways to 'crack down on communism' and who at the same time don't want any of us coming here to find work."

"Were you ever the worker type though? Maybe your parents were but not you."

Sapo sighed. "No, I guess not they tried their best for me but we just didn't have what the gueros did and that had me wanting to go out there and steal. Plus you Chicanos and the morenos gave us shit we had no choice but to push back. It's just crazy how far it's all gone in just three decades. I never thought I'd survive in la vida this long but here we are and I'm the last original left. You know even in this pandillero shit I tried to be a good person. Just like you but I fall short. I gave up on trying to be one a long time ago and the best I can do is try to look out for the younger generation of Mareros y Mareras and just teach them what street knowledge I have. But then..todo este tiempo tratar de hacer que sobrevivan en las calles podría ser lo que los está matando, por lo que incluso cuando trato de hacer que sobrevivan puede ser un mal consejo. Tú sabes qué dicen ellos. El camino al infierno está pavimentado con buenas intenciones."

(all this time trying to get them to survive in the streets could be what's killing them so even when I try and get them to survive it might be the wrong advice. You know what they say. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.)

They were outside the compound. Trevor also observed, "This is probably better. Doing what we gotta do to these assholes out here. The farther away from what we gotta do in LS the better. We wanted to kick up a storm but not so much that our guests of honor get spooked."

"Yeah, I know and it's gonna get plenty hot when we do. The shit we did back there in Davis and what we're about to do now is small potatoes."

"I wouldn't call it small potatoes..." Michael stated handing a pair of binnoculars to Joaquin. "Take a look. These guys got two Snipers watching the perimeter."

Franklin finally arrived and Joaquin noticed that Lamar wasn't in the car with him or Tavell so he assumed they must have dropped him off somewhere.

A skinhead wearing the stereotypical outfit of suspenders and steel toed boots opened up a wooden gate and a black Willard pulled in. Kirk got out along with Stacey and two younger gang members with shaved heads. They saw a lot of people inside. "There's gotta be twenty to thirty people in there..." Franklin said looking through the cans himself. "Yeah, and that's not counting the two Snipers. We're lucky they haven't clocked us..." Michael observed.

"We're too far away for them or at least they're not looking far enough from where they are."

Trevor got his PSG1 from the red Rebel he'd pulled up in. There was also at least six TPI goons with him plus four former Aztecas who had dropped their flags and joined him. "Here we go..." Trevor said aiming at the first Sniper a man with thick red facial hair and curly hair on his head that was a mess under a white truckers cap and who wore white and red flannel plaid and blue jeans. "A one!" He fired and stuck the Neo Nazi in the throat and a geyser of blood sprayed from the wound as he fell off the tower near the gate.

Trevor zoomed in on the other a blonde haired gray eyed white male about age 22 wearing a green army jacket and camofluge green pants. "And a two!" He fired and hit the man straight in the forehead in the center splitting his skull apart.

Meanwhile inside the compound, Kirk was talking to Stacey,Jason and Chris. "We need to step up our recruiting. I want you to head back into Hell S and get some more of our people out here. Me and a few of the boys are gonna pay a visit to those spics in Vespucci in a few days and make a stand. Then we're gonna go do some regulating in South and East LS."

"What about the nigger that killed Danny? Can't we get some of our people to kill him? Or can't we break into prison?" Asked Jason.

"Forget him, kid. That boy is lost in the system Of course that's no real victory either way you slice it. Tax payer money goes to feed his monkey ass. Remember what I told you about how the National Socialists called our enemies worthless eaters? Life unworthy of life? That's what the niggers are."

"Kirk, I don' think we should go into neighborhoods and start shooting it wouldn't be that smart and it would bring a lot of heat down on us."

"I need to divert attention away from the movement and have a strong structure here Men like Jason and Chris I watched grow up from boys are good enough to take my place. We need to get revenge for Seth. We need to show them that they can't kill one of us."

"That'll bring heat."

"Not if we wear masks. We can blame it on other gangs."

"You're not gonna let us retaliate for Danny?" Asked Chris. "He was our friend."

"He was a good kid even if his brother is a traitor but they moved out of the city possibly out of state. We haven't been able to track them. Now listen...I think we've been focused on the wrong kind of sub human. Niggers are dangerous animals but a mestizo reproduces faster and they're smarter. Not as smart as us but the fact that they reproduce more than us makes them a threat. At least the niggers have the decency to kill each other often enough that their population stays the same. The Jews are opting for open borders they got their hands in two jars. One black and one rate of robbing and raping white folks aint quite as high but we have to remember we did go to war with these people and they aint forgotten that. They're already getting more jobs than white men. Are we going to roll over and let them take everything?"

"Fuck no!" Jason and Chris screamed in unison. Jason had a Model 1216 shotgun. Chris carried a MAG-7. "I can drop sixteen wetbacks with this shit..." Jason smiled looking at his weapon.

"Yeah, right, faggot..." Chris taunted. "You'd be lucky to hit half of that the way you aim."

"Your mom didn't seem to have a problem with my aim..." Jason shot , carrying an MP5 with her said, "Kirk, I could go with you if you need an extra hand..."

"That's all right, darling. It's better you just get in a lot more people from Vespucci Beach. You know..." The gang leader paused. "It might not hurt to start recruiting in some of these freshly gentrified white neighborhoods. Oh sure, they'll most likely be liberal but there would still be that seedy element of ghetto criminals that weren't kicked out yet looking to rob them. And even if they don't get brutalized by it these young affluent urban professionals are vital as it is because they have already got rid of a criminal element with just using their money. Imagine what we could do if we had more nationalists who were in the development industry?"

"You don't want me to come along?" She seemed put out by that revelation. "Not this time, sweetheart but maybe next time. I know you're dedicated to the cause."

"All right let's hit the road then!" Jason bellowed. "We gotta protect our kids from getting dope sold by niggers, we gotta fight the Jewish propeganda machine we gotta stop the chinks from taking over the tec industry and we gotta stop our women in LS from getting BEANED!"

"Your mom got beaned. Her pussy smells like tacos..." Chris taunted at him.

"No that's your mom..." Jason shot back. "And I know she's been taking beaner dick cause i can smell her pussy on your breath."

"Would you two idiots shut the fuck up?!" Stacey growled. "Jesus! It's like babysitting children!" She screamed suddenly as the body of the Sniper fell and splattered. The other sniper was shot but did not fall. Joaquin had set up some charges on the outside of their gate and he detonated it and blew the gate down. They came in blazing and he yelled, "If you build a wall mi gente will knock that shit down!" He fired striking a skinhead with his hair grown out who had curly brown locks and blue eyes standing at six feet wearing a Three Doors Down t shirt and blue jeans. He struck him in the stomach with five rounds.

Sapo came in firing an AR-15 and he took out three skinheads in one sweep, two men and one woman. "Is this all you got for your race war?!" Culebra taunted. "I'm disappointed! Maybe there really is a white genocide!"

Trevor came in firing his PKM and he hit two skinheads who came out of Kirk's office brandishing shotguns. He struck the first one in the right thigh and the next he hit in the spleen. "It's illegal to be a Nazi in Canada! It ought to be illegal here!" Trevor shouted.

Michael was also firing a G36 and he mowed down four more skinheads who were taking cover from the side of Kirk's office but Michael carefully picked off one over the other. 'I agree, buddy! If people wearing a Confederate flag are traitors then so is anybody with a Nazi symbol!" The return fire came back however and three of El Sapo's nine fellow Marabunta members fell with gunshot wounds as two of the DOJ's fired one firing an M4 Benelli and the other firing an AK-47. One Marabunta member of Salvadoran descent with long black hair in a ponytail fell with half of his left arm blown away from the shotgun blast.

'A female Marabunta member, also of Salvadoran descent with jet black hair and almond shaped eyes wearing a dark blue and white Soccer jersey and blue jeans fired an Uzi and she dropped two of the DOJ's. Franklin let it rip as did Tavell and the two of them managed to take down four DOJ, Franklin with carefully placed headshots and Tavell with a gutshot from his Uzi and he proceeded to give the skinhead he was shooting more than just the one round.

"You don't know how bad I wanted to shoot all the Nazi motherfuckers I was locked up with!" Yelled Tavell. Four rounds hit him in the chest but he had a vest on and he ducked behind a dark red Feltzer and the Disciple of Jesus member yelled, "Yeah I'm sure you did, boy! Niggers aren't as brave with shanks and fists as they are with guns! You didn't try and shank any of us you pussy!"

"You want shanks?!" Tavell shouted back. He blindly fired around the side of the car yelling, "Have twenty! They just hit you a lot faster than I can!" Of the twenty, only seven of them hit but it hit the Neo Nazi, a white male f about 6'5 with red hair and blue eyes wearing a red muscle shirt and cargo shorts. One slug hit his left knee, the next hit him in his waist another two hit him in the gut and two more hit him in the chest and the seventh hit him in the right arm. The muscular man's build did not matter in the end against automatic rounds.

'

Franklin got beside his cousin in cover, "You good, dog?"

"Yeah he just tagged me it aint no thang homie.."

"Good I already lost my best friend I aint tryna lose my cousin too..."

"You aint. Let's bang out on these Hitler wannabes..." They came out from cover and each of them hit another, Franklin struck a blonde haired blue eyed woman with a sleeve of tattoos in the back as she was running with eight rounds shredding her. 'You know this is what the Families and Ballas should do from now on!" Tavell yelled. "This shit's more fun than killing each other!"

"I aint banging no more but that I can get on board with! I killed one of their leaders before and damn it was satisfying!" He reloaded and yelled as Tavell sprayed back covering fire as a Neo Nazi of Dutch American ancestry fired an M4 Carbine trying to blast the two black Americans out from cover and the car was starting to smoke. Franklin yelled, "You hear that you sorry bitches?! I'm the nigga that killed ya boy Scott!"

One round grazed his wrist a ricochet itself but he cried out. Michael had the drop on the man and he let the man have fifteen rounds in the back and as the man fell with holes in his back shaking and coughing up blood, Michael reloaded.

Joaquin took notice of the fact that the Vagos had shown up too the vatos from Cerco Blanco. He would have preferred it if some of the Rancho carnales had also shown but given the amount of shit they were having to deal with regarding their enemies in South LS he understood. Cruz and Loca both had AK-47's and were spraying up DOJ members between the two of them dropping five in one go. "Disciples of Jesus huh? You call yourselves Christian?!" The CB leader shouted. Joaquin rolled his eyes. "Man you sound like Arturo, fool! This aint about religion we're just here to kill them all!"

"Hey you got your faith ese I got mine!" Cruz responded. "Besides, carnal how are they gonna be racist against everybody else when Jesus looked nothing like them?! He was a Jew."

"Jesus wasn't a Jew! He wass the son of God and paternity goes through the dad in those days!" Shouted a DOJ member firing at Cruz and Loca who ducked behind their own gold Savannah. Another member yelled, "Yeah! And he knocked over tables in a Jewish temple! I'd say that makes him an honorary Aryan!"

In addition to Cruz and Loca, there were five CB members with them. One however, a Chicano with medium brown skin with slicked back hair wearing a pounders jersey and blue jeans fell with two rounds in his back as Chris shot him. A second, a female with reddish brown hair and light brown skin wearing a brown and gold plaid shirt and a crucifix necklace and white dickies fell as Stacey fired into her side and her back as she fell.

Jason hit one of the Marabunta goons, a female with bleached blonde hair and penciled in eyebrows wearing a white wife beater and gray khakis and a dark blue bandanna in the right ribcage. She cried out in agony as she bled out. El Sapo aimed at the young gang member but his weapon clicked empty. He got his machete out and he threw it at the kid as if it was a ninja star. Sure enough, the blade did slice open his throat and his weapon discharged twice as he fell bleeding his mouth open in shock and his blue eyes bulging out of his head.

El Sapo stepped up to him. "Now you look like BJ Smith's ex wife, guero..." He then took the blade in his hand again and swung it again.

Meanwhile, Whiskey, Level and Gonzo were having a field day with shooting the DOJ's too. As the three took cover near Cruz and Loca Whiskey observed, "It's just like the zoot suit riots, eh? Cerco Blanco and Treinta Ocho fighting the jueros again!"

Loca chuckled. "Si mon but if the pachucos had cuetes back then that shit would have went a lot different!"

Joaquin and Franklin got behind one of the Nazis cars a black Oracle and Tavell took two rounds from a 9mm and he joined them in cover. "My vest aint taking no more hits, Frank I better be careful on this shit...I aint saying I gotta go home but i aint no use to ya'll getting shot..."

"We should have some spares in the backbut you know what, cuz you right I don't want you coming along for the Jock Cranley shit it's gonna get heavy and you're a parent just like me. I aint planning to die or get locked up but if I do it's no point in the both of us going down..."

"But..." Tavell started to say but Joaquin cut him off. "hey Frankjlin you remember me telling you about how I fought these DOJ bitches back in High School?"

"Yeah and if you'd have clapped they ass the way you did Ballas we might not have to shoot them today!"

"They weren't anything but tough talking gavachos back then they could fist fight but they weren't into the gunplay like Ballas were. Anyway, remember I told you about Eddie and Seth and Kirk and Stacey? That's Stacey. I don't care which one of us gets her but Kirk is mine."

Franklin reloaded again and aimed carefully at the leather clad punk rock Neo Nazi. He fired a barrage of twenty rounds and about twelve hit her, four hit her in the stomach, two in the chest one in each breast and one hit her in the right ribcage another hit her in the left lung one punctured an artery in her left thigh, and four hit her in the buttocks as she fell. "Huh so it's you that got her? Why'd you wanna do it? You had no history with these fuckers at least not as far back as me. I'm fine with it but to you one DOJ would be the same as the next right?"

"Cause I don't see to many racist white girls on that Nazi shit and I thought she should be poked by a brother at least once in her life."

This earned a laugh from both of them. "All right Frank but Kirk's mine. He hasn't personally killed anybody I know but he ordered that assault on that grocery store years ago and he needs to pay for that. Plus even if Seth killed Baby Joker on his own, it's not like that old piece of shit didn't know and he would have given the order if it came down to it."

Chris tried to shoot Cruz but the smaller nimble man ducked behind cover again. Cruz yelled, "Tu sabes que guero? I always wondered what's in a white supremacist fucker's head! I did time with woods in prison but most of them were just doing time and rolling with their own outta necessity! The swastikas were more for fear than conviction! I always wondered what's in your heads and what goes through your minds!'"

Chris fired two rounds one narrowly missed Cruz's left ear. "I'll kill all you border hopping assholes!" He screamed. Loca struck the young man in the waist with a burst of 7.62 rounds and he fell over with five rounds and he bled and Cruz approached the wounded gang member. He aimed the AK at his head and pulled the trigger. He emptied the magazine until his face was gone and his forehead was completely empty. His brains leaked out of the exit and entry wounds. " the only thing going through it was mi vallas..." He poked the inside of his skull with the butt of the Rifle and stated, "And it looks like there's nothing in your head at all no brains.'

Stacey lay dying bleeding to death and whimpering in fear. Nobody was able or willing to help her and for the DOJ's it was starting to be every man for himself as they were losing their numbers. Gonzo came out firing at one hitting him in the back as he tried to retreat but the Treinta Ocho member fell as a .45 slug struck him in the side of the head. "GONZO! FUCK BRO!" Cried Level.

Joaquin noticed that the one holding that gun was Kirk El Sapo took two rounds in his left shoulder and it was entry and exit wounds and he fell to cover behind a dark blue Manana and he fired blindly with his side piece a Beretta M92F and he hit a fleeing DOJ member in the back of the legs. Kirk fired at Joaquin and tried to also hit El Seco and Whiskey but he ran dry and had to reload and he ducked back into the comfort of his own office which had also been shot to pieces due to the amount of gang members that had come out of or taken cover in there.

Joaquin knew that if he went through the front of that office door he would be deader than fried chicken. He pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it through the already shattered side window and it went off. He didn't know if it hit Kirk but if it didn't the wave would at least put him on his ass. He came in and saw the wounded gang boss clutching his left shin and wincing in pain. He'd taken shrapnel so Joaquin taunted him. "All these woods out there with Assault Rifles and Shotguns and you're in here with a .45 homes. It's like you WANT to die."

"The .45 was the gun that won the west. I know you're as much of a redskin as you are an anchor baby. Those guns were invented by Samuel Colt to take out your raping pillaging Comanche brothers."

"Oh fuck you. White Texans brought up Comanche pillaging like they weren't doing that to them and much worse. You white power idiots never had much of a problem deflecting your own nastiest traits onto other people. Well the final score is this. Your gang is dead. Your prized prince Eddie defected, Stacey is a red stain out there on the ground and there's nothing left but a sad pathetic old man who had the FIB looking into him. You act like you're some sort of leader of a movement but you're just a gang."

"You see us peddling drugs, boy? See us hopping down the streets in trashy lowriders? No. What we do is try and balance out the playing field...Mexicans and blacks attack white people more than white people attack them. I can prove it just on the simple fact that most white folks got some degree of white liberal guilt. Even a Republican is usually not gonna think segregation was right..so because so many feel bad for the past ya'll use that against us and take advantage..."

"You say you're not a gang but your members still run under the Aryan Vanguard in prison and they have done business with the comaradas before. They've even done it discreetly with Ballas and Families on the streets since the rules of prison don't apply out there. How pathetic it must be. Even skinheads have to fall in line more with their rules and associate with people they might not want to associate with."

"Yeah...well I hear that the truce between us and your car is officially over. With the truce with the Rifas I expect more anti white stabbins in there."

Joaquin shook his head. "I always hear about anti white this anti black that Antisemitism but nobody demonizes fuckers that are anti Native anti Mexican. Those terms are unheard of. Face it. Leftists scream about anti black sentiments, right wing faggots like you talk about anti whiteness. We got no political party to back us up. And yet the two most culturally dominant groups scream that they have it the hardest and you'll both say how the others have it better."

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"White boys like you will probably complain about how whenever there's a murder in the media and they withhold the race it's a black guy. You're right about that now that I think about it. Or you'll say how they report on when white cops kill one of them but they won't talk as much about when they attack you. Or you'll say how they get affirmative action But then they'll say how the media portrays them as thugs and not you or they'll say you got privilege cause historically you've been house owners. Both of you think you have it hardest and assumes the other has better portrayal in the media. Well the truth is usually somewhere in the middle and that's where us Chicanos are. We don't get media attention when we die and yet individuals of Latin American descent are 18% of the population."

"Cry to the Jews. Tell them..." The DOJ leader shot back dryly. "You know what Cobra you wanna kill me get it over with. Spare me the fuckin monologue. I don't need to hear your mestizo babble."

"We'll get it over with in a second but I want you to know something. You're not a real white nationalist or supremacist."

"Come again?"

"If you were you'd opt to return your people to Europe. I've heard of idiotas like you saying how the Pacific Northwest should be a white ethnostate cause it's already mostly white. All that's easier than just returning to Europe all 160 million of you in this country? And if you say Europe is overrun with Muslim refugees well it isn't like you fools couldn't deal with it you'd have more numbers. I can;t take any racial nationalist seriously that isn't one of us that wants to stay in our home. My mom's side of the family wasn't illegal or an immigrant anymore than mi padre's side. You're a fake nationalist and a fake supremacist."

"Is that right? Well I know we're supreme so that can't be. That's all it is Knowing you're supreme. Knowing we built the modern world."

"Your tactics are destined to fail. The real white supremacists are in the US government. Sure they have to bump elbows with Raza, blacks, Asians and Jews but they have their agendas and they know the Supreme Court, the House of Representatives and Congress will always be more white at least for the next twenty years while you're still the majority. If you really wanted to plot either further subjugation of my race or the downfall of it or Franklin's the tinto that just shot your girl Stacey, you'd become a US politician and pretend to not be racist at all while your actions would say otherwise. Someone like Ronald Reagan was the perfect white supremacist. In the art of war when you get to a high enough rank you don't wanna show your disposition. You already show all your cards so you're bound to lose. You might get some recruits through your videos on the internet but after the news comes out and your gang is in body bags with you in one any new recruits you might have pulled in are going to be scared straight."

He pulled out his machete and he grabbed the overweight aged gang leader and he began to cut into his back. "ARGGGGGGGGG! WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU CRAZY FUCKIN GREASEBALL?!" Joaquin grinned. "Honoring your a true Viking."

He had Kirk in a prone position and he severed his ribs from the spine with the machete. Kirk screamed up until he couldn't which was when the lung part of the torture was done and he pulled his lungs out of the opening to create the pair of 'wings' and Trevor, Michael and Franklin came in to see this and Joaquin whispered in Kirk's ear. "I know it was a Norse practice but you have to admit just the name Blood Eagle does also sound like it could be a Native thing doesn't it?"

"Jesus! Trevor Jr. I'm glad we're on the same side here because that's the sickest thing I've ever seen anybody do..." Michael stated.

"Yeah you better not call me that again..." Joaquin shot back. Trevor nodded at the death of Kirk but said, "Not a bad start but i'm sure I could have come up with something more creative than that. Maybe something like that but with his dick and balls.'

"Why's it always gotta be about men's junk with ya ass?" Asked Franklin.

"Anyway we're done here. We got what we came for. The Blaine County Sheriff's Department will be all over the spot so we should all get back to LS and finish this shit."

Trevor nodded and said, "We should go by chopper. I still got one at the airfield. We'll have to send the rest of our friends home."

Joaquin opened the trailer and said, "Orale compas! Everybody that doesn't wanna get arrested has maybe five minutes to hit the road. Don't all head back to LS the same way, entiendes?"

Tavell turned to Franklin. "You don't want me coming with, dog?"

"Nah brah. Go home to Queenie and nephew aight? i'm gonna make it home to Tracey and Chasity so don't even worry about me. We just got some finishing touches that's all. And the less involved you are with what we gotta do the better. If you were to get caught maybe they could pop you for popping a Baller here or a skinhead there but theey get you on some anti government shit you're screwed."

"I'll head back to LS my own way but as far as getting caught I mean me getting a life sentence or death row behind more than one body is pretty much just as bad as if I got arrested for killing a public figure or being involved in it. Hold up I know that people that assassinate public figures like politicians supposed to get death row and shit but what happens to they co conspirators do they get live or thirty years and some change or do they give us the needle too? i might have to Eyefind that shit when I get home."

"I wouldn't look that up, bro. Just even typing that shit in a search engine could have your ass on a watchlist. It aint even worth it..." He slapped dap with his cousin and exchanged a quick hug. "Just get back there safe, aight? I'd rather you take Queenie and Chasity and just come to my new spot with me and Trace rather than be anywhere near Strawberry cause the Ballas are gonna be wanting payback but I can't make you do nothing."

"Hey, don't trip blood I'll make sure the homies in the hood know what's up. We had a major setback with that fight with Stomper and the Rancho Ese's but I think Forum can still come back..." Lately, however since Forum Drive was defunct, he was more referring to Chamberlain Hills where he resided with Queenie. "Besides, the hood's a fortress. Any Ball Sacks come through tripping that's they ass."

They bid farewell and Tavell took off. Tio Seco exchanged a hug with Joaquin. "You do this shit and you be done with la vida loca you hear me? Your jefita wanted better for you and I do too. I think in his own way, Lefty did but it's just like a well meaning parent who tries to shield their hijos from the bad shit in life but because life happens unexpectedly you can't always do that. He should have never let you get down and that's something he's gonna have to take responsibility for that he let you be part of a world of pain.."

"Lefty's had my back, Tio and you know I love you man I've been glad to get to know you these past few years but all due respect you weren't there and he was."

The older cholo frowned. "Yeah I know. I wish I'd known where you were sooner. I didn't think you'd end up in Ls again. I was too caught up in my own bullshit. But I would have never let you be part of Treinta Ocho and neither would your mom. Or your dad. Left did take care of you I won't deny him that but when he adopted you all I mean is that you and Rosa could have blossomed into what you are today and you could have had a lot of the same experiences without having to go through all the bad shit too. It's not like the gang life had to come with the whole package."

"Stay safe, Tio. And lay low. The juras will probably still be asking questions with Gonzo and all..."

"Just think about what I said. You got a family It's lucky enough to also have a woman that loves you but you got three that do. Don't fuck that up. Cause all I have anymore is the crazy life. It's what I live for and die for. Not everybody is as lucky as you."

Whiskey sadly nodded and said, "We're gonna give him a proper funeral pull out all the stops nice coffin nice his brain and blood is here so when the forensics team gets here they'll figure out who he was eventually. The hood's been hit pretty hard by injunctions in the past another one might do us in. We really gotta lay low now, carnal."

Level had a sad look on his face too. "Fuck bro..a nice coffin and tombstone It's the least we can do but his familia would rather he was just alive. The way we live has gotta be different, wey. Paying for funeral costs can't b the only way a homie shows love man..."

With that, the Treinta Ochos departed. Cruz slapped hands with Joaquin and Loca gave him a hug. "Always good to see you carnal. You should come by East Los and kick it with us if you got free time I know you're raising your little ones on the west side but they should have a look at what the Heights is like que no? And it doesn't have to have anything to do with gangs. Just get a sense of the first place in LS La Raza lived. Me and Loca have had a few babies ourselves, homes you still haven't met em."

"Orale. When I get the chance I will..." He vowed. Loca added, "Come by on Day Of The Dead to cause we gotta pay more homage to Gustavo he was a good homie. You stay safe, Quino."

Last was Sapo. "I just got a look at what you did to Kirk. I'm going to be laughing at that for a week. You know when I fgirst met you I thought you were just another new age ranker that had it too good cause you were in the Marines where as me and my compas back home had to use whatever shitty weapons we could find but the way you are at killing I think you would have been an original Marero pretty easily too, man. No hard feelings about that refugee disagreement and the smuggling shit on my end. You ever need more jales or just a place to lay low the barrio's still open."

"I appreciate the offer Sapo but I'm gonna have to say no thanks this time. That's my past. It's time for me to grow up. I've already proven that I can hurt people. Now I should prove to myself that I can live a peaceful life."

"Chivo, muchacho. But you're still gonna have to get those hands a bit more bloody one more time before you wash the sangre off forever. My theory is once in the game always in the game you can say you've changed but you're still the same. Hasta luego."

Before long they were in Trevor's chopper flying overhead. Down below they could see Blaine County Sheriff's vehicles swarminhg Kirk's compound and the freeway was now being blocked off minutes later. "Jesus! I'm glad we're not caught up in all that shit!" Michael remarked.

"You see all those N.O.O.S.E vehicles man? I'm with you on that one, homie. That would have been the last thing we would have needed. I just hope Tavell made out okay."

Joaquin hoped the same with the Marabunta and Vagos but he said to Trevor, "Hey there's one thing I gotta ask you, man Did you really go on Ron's radio show and start spilling the beans about the Humane Labs? Telling about what the IAA was up to and all? Cause Karen said that you did. I wasn't listening to the station at the time so if you did I would have missed it."

"Yeah so? It's my constitutional right as an American to have free speech!"

"Canadian American..." Michael said in an antagonizing tone.'

"SHUT UP PORK CHOPS. Anyway...who the fuck does big brother think they are telling me what I can or can't say? I don't tell them they can't have their shady backroom meetings do I? So what rights do they have to infringe on my rights? Haven't you ever heard of the Freedom Of Information act? We have a RIGHT to know what our government is up to. Like what's going on at Area and I are always talking about that."

"To be honest man, don't you think there is some shit that shouldbe kept secret for the same of a country's security?" Asked Franklin. "Especially with Area 69? Think about it if they can keep the public from knowing about it it may not be good but at least hostile countries don't know about it either."

"Except that Russians have literally been allowed to go there..." Trevor growled.

"How do you know? You talk to one of them?" Asked Michael.

Joaquin insisted, "It aint about whether it's right or wrong to keep shit from the public. The point is you KNOW if you start talking crazy Uncle Sam will put a contract out on your ass and that's exactly what they did. You're lucky it was me and not somebody else but at this point with them telling you the luz verde was off when it wasn't they were trying to set you up and if all that failed and I didn't go along with the program they've gotta have Merryweather hitters on stand by."

"But the green light is off us though isn't it, Joaquin?" Asked Trevor. "Not that it matters. I could take on whatever was thrown at me!"

"Nobody's invincible and yeah it's off Lefty was in on the plan to fake your deaths."

"How'd they go about doing that exactly? I mean sure we used the prop effects with pictures of ourselves with movie special effects you can pull all kinds of crazy tricks but what does that look like on the law enforcement's end?"

"Get this. They got three homeless people that sorta looks like you for the actual dead bodies on the scene. With Franklin they photoshopped your face onto it. The LSpD liason is playing ball with what Agent Catorce says. With Trevor they were just able to burn the actual body up in a trailer and say it was you cause it was your trailer and then with Michael all they needed was a headless corpse. Your head his corpse thanks to your special effects from Vinewood."

"Man, that seems fucked up to just have three random homeless dudes have to die just so we could live."

"I was homeless for a bit when I first got home, Franklin and Rosa eventually insisted I stop that but I can tell you no matter how much society tries to get better, nobody's gonna give a fuck about homeless people not on a large scale homie. You might give a few dollars to them and hey maybe someday homelessness can be done away with. I know that's reaching for the stars but I know it's possible cause Aztecs and Iroquois didn't have homeless people Europe brought that over here."

"Oh Christ not another rant about white people.." Michael said with an eye roll. "We just helped you butcher a bunch of skinheads, man! Shouldn't that buy us a break?"

"It's a historical fact. Anyway, that just shows it is possible to get rid of homelessness but my point is that either we'll always have homelessness or someday we'll make it more affordable for everybody to have a home. I can't predict the future either way but what I do know is either situation people just aint gonna give a fuck about homeless people whether they live or they die. That's just reality."

"Yeah but it still don't sit right with me..." Franklin lamented.

"Yeah well it wasn't my idea. If you have a complain take it up with Agent 14 though we're lucky he's helping us on this."

They were almost there. They dropped off at the top of a building adjacent to the IAA looked on his own Sniper Rifle and saw Karen and Benard in the crowd. "Hey I just had a thought, amigo. How exactly are we gonna frame those two for the murder of Jock Cranley and Don Perival when we're also gonna kill them?"

"I don't got the details on that but Agent 14 is handling the details on that."

"This BETTER not be a fuckin set up by him or I'll feed him his balls. With barbecue sauce!"

"If this is a setup we'll all be dead before get anywhere near him or locked in a cell with the key thrown away so let's just hope that's not what it is..." Joaquin said trying to keep it hopeful.

Franklin equipped a Sniper Rifle himself. Franklin aimed at Jock Cranley. "Not every day you get to see a brotha assasinate a politician. I feel like it's about time more of us did that Except without getting caught."

"Wouldn't that defeat the purpose if they didn't get caught? Nobody would know,' Michael said.

"Yeah but maybe I could do like a death bed confession or a post mortem one. Kinda like Jack Marston with his book admitting to killing Edgar Ross."

Trevor aimed at Don Percival. "I HATE that cocky little SHIT!"

Down below, Jock Cranley was giving a speech and he shook Don percival's hand. "This initiative to bring back Merryweather on American soil and to expand jobs programs overseas and make them more available is an important mission to me. The state of San Andreas deserves only the best looking after her like Don Percival are true patriots. They'll never let this country get taken over by illegals or Muslim fanatics!"

"You're a bigot!" Screamed an Arab woman in a hijab. "Will someone get this knockoff nun the fuck outta my rally?! Jesus! Why are their broads allowed to wear their fuckin beekeeper suits in our country where women are free not to yet women from the west who are not Muslim who visit a Muslim country have to wear that silly fuckin thing? See the double standard? They want rights and tolerance of their beliefs in our country but won't show us the same in theirs!"

He cleared his throat. "Uh...anyway...Mr. Percival has been helping spread peace and democracy to the Middle East so that one day women like that wouldn't have to wear bee keeper suits and instead they could wear a two piece bikini. Have you ever seen Middle Eastern women's tits? They're freaking HUGE! And don't believe the hype about how Arab broads won't sleep with a guy with an uncut dick cause if the price is right they're game for taking it in the fart box even. They just need to get away from their short hairy men and be with a real man."

"You're a sexist and a racist!" Screamed a Caucasian female college student. "Will somebody get that pig out of my rally?! I didn't order any land whales! This is Pillbox Hill not Vespucci Beach. Send Shamu's fat ass back to the pacific!"

He cleared his throat again. "Anyway, with the efforts of men like Don Percival our alliances in the Middle East especially with Israel and Saudi Arabia are much more secure and we are seeing more regional stability. Sure, you could join the Marines or the Army or the Navy or the Air Force but why would you want to?! If I had served I would have rather served with the wonderful folks at Merryweather. Only Merryweather didn't exist during the Vietnam War so there was all these mediocre military forces so that is the reason I didn't serve..."

Franklin aimed at the governor's throat. "Right in the jowels you punk motherfucker!" He pulled the trigger on the Barett and watched Jock Cranley's throat erupt in a gush of dark red as the round punched through his larynx and severed his spinal cord. Trevor pulled the trigger on the PSG1 and struck Jock Cranley in the right temple and blew his brains out all over the microphone. Screams of panic and chaos rang out down below and the crowd scattered and the Secret Service agents looked for where the Sniper shooting was. The four got back into the helicopter and flew to the top of the IAA building. As they flew, Joaquin looked and saw through the binoculars that Karen and Benard were rushing inside as were several armed Secret Service Agents as well as IAA agents.

"Why are they running into the building? Do they know we're gonna be in there?" Asked Trevor as they landed.

"If they don't know now, they gonna find out," Franklin replied. They set up some charges on the rooftop door entrace and blew it open. Trevor went in this time carrying a Spas 12 and anammo belt. They began to make their way down floor by floor. They saw some agents coming and Joaquin was the first to open fire. He fired on two Caucasian male agents one with sandy colored hauir and blue eyes the other with brown hair and hazel eyes and he hit them both with rounds in the neck.

They were coming for them now. They made their way down to the next floor. Another group of agents were coming. They were armed with MP5's and they started spraying it at them. A few rounds hit Joaquin's vest about five to be exact and he hit the floor but he kept unloading the M4 on the IAA Agents. He got up catching his breath remembering to breathe right. He had no cracked ribs. He got behind a wall and as he saw the writhing three agents on the floor bleeding and unable to use their weapons he shouted, "Ya sabes, la Agencia no estaba presente cuando Iroquia y Tenochitlán y solo el suroeste en general fueron robados por ustedes gavachos, ¡pero de alguna manera creo que mis antepasados lo verían como un acto revolucionario!"

(You know, the Agency wasn't around when Iroquia and Tenochitlan and just the South West in general was stolen by you gavachos but somehow I think my ancestors would see killing you as a revolutionary act!)

"I don't mean to sound racist kid so I won't say speak English but would you SHARE WITH THE REST OF THE CLASS?!" Trevor asked as he mowed down two IAA agents with headshots and their brain and skulls were pulverized. "It's nothing important!" He shot back.

Franklin asked, "Aight now I'm really concerned, man! I know we went over this but if we book them two how is anybody finna think they were behind what he just went down?!"

"We need to trigger a lockdown so that only teh agents in the building get in!" Michael suggested.

Joaquin had one frag grenade left. "I think an explosion should cover it. If I go back to the roof and chuck this over the side, that'll cause them to lock this down tighter than a prison cell!"

"You're gonna drop a grenade when there's still all those people down there?! They aren't all cops! You could hit civilians!"

"The grenade will go off long before it gets anywhere near the ground though it moight rain shrapnel It'll take out one of their upper floor windows and it may suck the fuckers out 9/11 style. As far as the debris down below I'm sure some will hit the streets but I don't know I've never done it. It's the only choice we got!"

He ran to the rooftop and pulled the pin on the grenade and cooked it a bit and then dropped it. It fell a few floors and exploded. Sure enough the glass shattered. Joaquin ran back down to where Michael, Trevor and Franklin were. There were alarms going off everywhere. There was an automated system saying the building was on lockdown. "Good call, Miguel!"

He reloaded his Rifle and they advanced forward. To the west they saw more Merryweather agents coming. To the right they saw Michelle and Bernard. "We found what we came for..." Joaquin said glaring at Karen. He turned to Michael. "The bitch is mine."

"I was gonna say the same thing but I meant the old one."

Trevor told them, "Take your time kiddos! Meand Frankie can handle these pussies!"

Just then the power in the building went down "What the fuck?" Michael cried. "Agent 14 is running interference I bet. Must have hacked and shut the power off Not sure how he pulled that one off."

"Agent 14, huh?" Sneered Bernard formely known as the United Liberty Contact. "Well we'll be dealing with that two timing traitor after we're done with you two."

Karen had somebody on his knees in a black hood. She pulled it off. It was El Seco. "Tio!" He gasped. She growled. "We couldn't exactly find any of your senioritas but it doesn't mean we won't. And your kids. You think we can';t torture children at a black site? But for now we settled for the asshole we caught after a shootout with the Ballas and what remained of the Disciples of Jesus. You wanna save him?"

She had a Browning HP. Seco looked into Joaquin's eyes he gave him a stern look and a nod. He could almost interpret it. Think about what I said.

With a loud bang, she fired into the back of the older gangster's skull. "NO!"

Joaquin charged at Karen and slammed her against a wall. He slammed her arm against the wall to get her to drop the gun and she did and he kicked it away. He wanted to kill her with his bare hands. She followed with a kick to his ribcage that winded him and she followed with a kick to the stomach. She tried his groin next but he grabbed her leg and threw her against the nearest wall from them. "You may not think I'm a fighter cause I don't like guns even though I use them if I have to but I've been trained others ways and I added another three years of Tae Kwon Do to my resume."

"Hear that?" He asked. "That's the sound of me not giving a fuck."

Michael stared at the agent wearing glasses. "Why? Why did you send them after my kids? My family?"

"Those ingrate drug addicts chose that on their own. I must say I admired the weaker ones end game. It ended with you burying your useless millennial son. You wanna know why? It's real simple, Mr. Townley. You shot me in 2013 and I was clinically dead for a minute and a half. That's why."

"So it wasn't even a death! It wasn't anybody I took from you. It was just cause I shot you?! When you were gunning for me?!"

"You were involved with those traitors Steve Haines and Dave Norton."

"Says the guy whose agency was funding a false flag terror attack with what would have been real casualties?! The IAA hasn't been needed since the cold wars and like my kids tell me all the time, the 80's are over."

Michael was going to shoot him but he said, "You want me dead for shooting you when you deserved to be shot. I want you dead for having two of my old friends I testified against break out kill one of my old friends and my son. What's say we settle this like men? Old criminals past our prime."

"I'm no criminal, Townley. I'm a patriot. You're a domestic terrorist. You just took out an entrepreneur and a state elected official. The four of you are either going to die here or spend the rest of your natural born days at a black site prison."

Michael threw a hard right blow at the gray haired male knocking his glasses off. Bernard grabbed Michael's arm and threw him to the ground and followed up with a kick to the side. "I've been an IAA agent since the seventies, Michael. And since the early 2000's you've become nothing more than a fat slob. An embarrassment to our country. In my days obesity would have never been socially acceptable."

He kicked him in the stomach winding him and Michael gasped surprised at how tough the old man actually was.

Joaquin came at Karen but she kept him back with three kicks one to the side of the face another to the left ribs and another to the back as he fell. He got up tackling her around the waist trying to ignore his lack of breath and he head butted her stomach She gasped but brought an elbow down on his back and another on his head and she followed with a kick to the groin. He doubled over screaming. "You think you can kill me that easily you piece of SHIT?!" She growled.

She kicked him in the sides again and again. She grabbed a desktop keyboard and hit him in the side of the face with it. She then kicked him in the back trying to kick him in the spine. He writhed and screamed in agony but he took the blows because for him each new blow was a distraction from the kick to the groin. She went to him him with the keyboard again and he held up his left arm and it hurt but it blocked the blow to his head. He came up with a hard right uppercut and busted her lips and bloodied her nose. He grabbed her by the hair and hit her with a left jab in the face and followed with a right knee to the face causing her nose to bleed more. He drove a left knee into her abdomen winding her. He threw her at a cubicle and she crashed into a coffee pot and was now cut and bloody on her right cheek and she had a slash on her left side of her chest as well as her right arm.

She grabbed a glass shard and swiped at him cutting open his right cheek and he cried out. She tried to stab him in the face but he grabbed her hand and broke two of her left fingers her ring and index. "My Tio..shit never did anything to you to make you use us and betray us like this you vindictive bitch!"

He took her own glass shard and stabbed her in the right breast with it and followed with a left hook to the jaw. She kicked his left leg out from under him and he dropped to his knee. She wrapped both thighs around his neck and slammed him to the ground winding him. He realized what she was going to do next was try to snap his neck with her thighs. He luckily had a free right hand and he punched her as hard as he could in her own groin and luckiuly this earned a cry of agony and shock and got her off him. He kicked her in the throat and bought himself some time to get on his feet and catch his breath.

She started to get up but he kicked a rolling desk chair and this hit her in the face breaking her nose and knocking out her two front teeth. "I hope the Agency has a good dental plan, puta!"

She shrieked like a banshee grabbing the pistol and he saw that as his cue to get out of her range. He saw another rolling desk chair and dove for it rolling down the hall as she fired after him and rounds went through cubicles as she tried to hit him. One round did hit him in his right shoulder and another in his right butt cheek and he growled roaring at the burning sensation. She came moving stalking like a panther after him ready to unload in his face at the first sight of him.

"Hey Avena! Guess what? When Jock Cranley and Don Percival went down I knew you fucked me over. On my way up here I made sure and gave a recording of your conversation with Skell to the LSPD. That's what I was going to do anyway when you didn't kill those three. What would be worse than killing you? You being locked away never seeing your family again. Maybe your old enemies would kill them when you couldn't be there to help."

His blood boiled but he had to stay quiet. He figured out his own disadvantage. He was stronger but she was faster. Joaquin had never been slow but she had him beat in agility and this was a problem. He had done more damage to her prior to the gunshots but now she had him on the run. She had taken away some of his strength and it wasn't easy running when he was bleeding and she could follow his blood trails.

He had an idea though. As he silently moved he smeared his blood everywhere to throw off her trail to have his tracks not make sense. She wandered for a bit but then she was at a cubicle a bit ahead of him. He reached silently over the other cubicle while she was facing the south east and he was north west of her. He had a pencil and he pushed a coffee mug to the floor. It fell and prompted a reaction from her firing two shots off.

He grabbed her right arm and slammed her gun hand again. He followed up by a right jab to the belly and followed up with a kick to her ribs. He then grabbed her and charged her through the glass door of one of the offices. They both fell through and she was badly fucked up as blood ran down her sides of her head and she was in great agony but in doing so he had also done more damage to himself.

She was able to regroup before he could and she bounced on him and began pulling her own belt off and began strangling him His own pants were falling off somewhat due to the fighting. He was pulled back and he struggled to breathe but he was two week to fight. She had an idea and a sick look of her face as she saw part of his boxers. She began to tie his arms to a desk chair.

He was too weak to fight. "It just occurred to me..she said taking off her ripped top. "Before i killed you what would make you suffer the most? Even though you're literally a polgyamist cholo pig who's using those poor girls you're also a racist. What would torture you most? Knowing the last woman to ever fuck you was somebody you hated Representing someone you hated. You know I know your little stepdaddy diddled you when you were a kid That wasn't right. But I think a boy and girl of almost similar age can play house."

Michael charged at Bernard and swung a hard punch but he was beaten back and fell with five blows to the face. Michael had a bloody nose. "This isn't football, kid. You don't have a chance. I served in Vietnam. And I went to the Agency. You're just a criminal with no more of a skill in hand to hand combat than your average gang banger from South LS."

He got up again and tackled him but this time he head butted his gut and he threw a hard left blow. The older man kicked Michael in the face and he kicked him in the chest after that. Michael fell back realizing he was outclasses sat there sighing. "You're hard to kill...I can see why you survived me shooting you..." Michael rolled to his G36 and he rolled and fired hitting the man in the chest unloading eleven rounds in the chest and stomach. He fell over bleeding and he saw that the window was the one Joaquin had blown up. "You killed my kid...as much as Lenny did. But Lenny didn't survive and you did...you're highly trained but you don't always use just that to win. You cheat and that's what I'm doing..." He pushed his bleeding body into a desk chair and gave it a kick and sent it rolling towards the window. He fell all from the skyscraper and he sailed to his death.

When he hit the ground he resembled squeezed out toothpast his stomach was busted out and he had his bowels and other internal organs spilled out on the concrete. Michael made his way back to go and try and help Trevor and Michael.

"Get off me.." Joaquin warned.

"Or what?" She taunted. She pulled his pants down and his boxers and began to toy with his manhood. "This is rape..." He whispered. "Just kill me you dirty bitch..." She sneered. "A woman can't rape a man unless she sticks a foreign object in his anal cavity. This is good old American style fucking. you're getting hard already that proves you like this..."

"That doesn't prove shit..." He groaned. "It's a reaction to sti..stimulation. I don't like you...women have orgasmed during rapes..it doesn't mean it wasn't rape."

"Bullshit, Joaquin Did you know in Europe there was an unwritten rule that a man and a woman could not fuck together it was always that the man fucked the woman/ There was never a sense of equality in it. Until we got to America..."

"That's your gente...not mine..."

"Yeah well.." She said sitting on his lap. "I know what a lot of colonial men did to local women in those ...the problem is your warriors also got revenge in raids by ravishing English and French and Dutch women. So for me this is revenge for them too...and all the American women raped by truthfully I've never had any brown cock before...your friend Trevor's dick is pathetic. You're gonna give me a baby...that will be your legacy...after we have your kids either dead or locked away and your girlfriends dead for sure..."

"Fuckin bitch...you're so pro woman yet you're gonna kill them just cause you have a problem with me?"

"It's war and right now you are more dangerous to this country than any jihadist. I'm hoping our kid..." She lowered her wet womanhood onto his length, "Has your beaitiful caramel skin but my eyes. Maybe when you're in a black site...I'll occasionally give you a ride maybe once a year...I don't care if you pretend that it's one of your soon to be dead girlfriend's. Whatever floats your boat. Whatever keeps you hard for me..."

She pressed her bare breasts to his face. "You like them in your face don't you boy..." He tried to turn from them but she was still on him and she wiggled her hips He hated that he was feeling any physical pleasure from it. "You're gonna cum inside me..but not until I've gotten mine..."

He took a left breast in his mouth. "I'll play...just don't harm my family..."

"Attaboy..." She said her hair mattered with sweat and he noticed she had the gun in his face again. He began to suck on her breast as if it was Rosa or Flaca or Amber's in his mouth. He kissed and he licked and he also rammed his manhood into her deeper in an upward thrust. He saw a stapler on the board room desk meeting table. He sank his teeth biting as hard as he could and she screamed and he bit her left aerola off. She went to shoot him but he spat it in her face and she was blinded momentarily by her own blood. He kicked the leg ofthe table and he flew bacj and hit the wall hard breaking the chair She scrambled for the gun but he got to the stapler first.

He put a staple in her left eye and followed up with her right. "You won't have any kids with your eyes cause you don't got either..." He picked her up full of rage. "There have been Native men that were raped by women. Usually as kids..." He said in a shaking voice. He had one last final burst of strength and he slammed her down on the corner of the table breaking her back. She screamed in agony, screaming in gibberish Joaquin was referring to how a statistic had come out of Oklahoma universities showing that while nine in ten Native American women were raped by non Native men usually white and faced most domestic violence from the same kinds of men this was also true for Native men being almost as high in rates of victim hood of domestic violence and the women usually were white and there were rapes too.

With society's impression of gender and race and colonization they could accept that a white man could rape a Native woman and a Native woman could rape a white woman and that both could rape their own women but society had this perceived innocence of white womanhood as pure and could not believe that they would ever rape anybody but he knew this was not true. "You're no better than Joker...or any other male rapist I've killed..."

He left her bleeding and kicking and screaming and he went to the coffee maker and he saw some spilled dry coffee grounds. He growled and began to spill the powder all over naked thighs, her groin, her lower legs, her waist. "What...what...what are yoU DOING?!" She cried. "YOU MOTHERFUCFKER!"

He took her handgun. "You burned me, bitch. I'm just returning the favor..." He fired at the coffee grounds and they went up and her thighs were soon ablaze and she was shrieking and he watched as she writhed as her legs her sex her buttocks burned as the flames burned her. Trevor staggered in and saw the burning woman and his eyes went wide in surprise. Joaquin's pants were around his ankle. He fell shaking. He was shaking so bad that he couldn't get up.

Trevor realized what was happening. "Come on, kid!" Joaquin tried to speak. " ...she..." Trevor, realized what he was trying to say. "I know...she did the same thing to you what my mother did to me..." He held his machete. "Finish her..."

He pulled his pants and he staggered to her burning body as she still shrieked as she was bleeding and burning. The flames were spreading up to the middle of her body. He put a foot on her chest and he brought his machete down. He did it again and again. And again. After seventeen or more hacks, he was through her spine and he had separated her body from her legs and cut her spine apart she had been coughing blood from his hacks and now she was no longer screaming. He saw her face convulsing as he had cut her in half. He brought the blade down sideways into her face and cleaved her skull in half with an animal like strength.

"Kid...I know why you did what you did...I don't like it..but I forgive you. It took me a long time to see the truth Ursula helped me through it..."

"How come..I never saw much of you two together?"

"Cause as much as I love you and Mikey and Frankie me and her understand each other in a way the rest of the world can't. We're for each other only."

Franklin was holding off ten IAA agents and he had taken down five agents riddling them with rounds and he kept them back. Just then a man who looked to be Mexican and white came frombehind and fired an MP5 and he hit Franklin from behind. Franklin took a round in his right thigh and a round also hit his spleen. He fell over bleeding. "OH SHIT!" He cried falling over.

"Who the fuck..."Franklin returned fire and he struck the man in the back of the left leg but he retreated to cover. Michael helped Franklin up. "Damn..." He said as he saw Joaquin being helped by Trevor. "Speak for yourself, homes..."

"Did ya'll know who the fuck that was that just shot me? That was the Fort Zancoudo Colonel...the fuck's he doing with Merryweather and the Agency?"

"What does any military group do working with those assholes?" Trevor snarled

Epilogue

They'd been patched up by just trevor and Agent 14. They would live but they were healing and too fucked up to fight. Little would they know that the police would be waiting for them. Joaquin was arrested by the LSPD for the murder of Coco and her baby and put on trial. Karen it seemed had won from beyond the grave. Franklin was also arrested for the murder of Rocket and given life up for parole in twenty five years. He had been picked up because he had left a note on Broderick's door saying he would. Broderick never got the note because a nosy neighbor who had picked up his mail for him while he was out of town for the week saw it and called the police.

With the death of Rocket, that meant a confession. Joaquin in the meantime was facing death row. Agent 14 interceded on his behalf convincing them that he hadbeen instrumental in bringing down the terrorist rogue agent Karen Daniels who with her supervisor Bernard had been involved in the assassination of Jock Cranley and Don Percival.

Joaquin had made a request to Agent 14 that would be an under the table deal to be made with the prison system. He would do his sentence but he would be allowed to visit outside of the prison with family every weekend. He would still be able to give his kids and his significant others as normal a life as one could with their father locked up behind bars. Franklin was to be awarded the same deal.

The new governor agreed to this backroom deal only because they had brought Karen and Bernard down but would not pardon them from their crimes and because of this as well what they did was remove a made Onda member from the SHU and the IAA made him vanish. The same was done to the Family Tree, the Families prison gang that was the elite for the Families a high ranking validated Families member doing life who had been in prison for the last twenty nine years, was also made to vanish and Franklin took his spot. They were both sent to a federal prison a level five.

It had also helped that Agent 14 had turned forward evidence that Karen and Bernard had tried to use a biological weapon in 2013 and that Bernard had been behind that.

Franklin, like Joaquin would see his daughter and maintain regular relations with Tracey. Before long, they also had a son named Clarence. In addition to Joaquin's arrest, five years later Lefty would be brought up on racketeering charges and given a life sentence. The family was devastated but at least Lefty was grateful he had gotten to see his remaining kids grow up as much as he could.

Meanwhile, Queenie and Tavell continued to raise their son in Chamberlain Hills and they dropped their flags after Franklin's arrest.

Joaquin had gotten word that El Torpe had moved to LS with his mother and started a family and he became a gang youth counselor using the trauma and story of the loss of his brother in the last days of the wars on the streets with the Rifas to drive home the point that gang warfare was not a path for any child to take. Joaquin had smiled upon learning he had finally wised up. He saw a similarity between him and Willie. Both had been stubborn and used family being gang members to justify getting into it deeper and had only pulled away when losing a sibling.

Rachel went on to raise Baby Joker's children with Yolanda but as promised she interacted with Joaquin on visiting days and he taught them what he could of their culture on the weekends though Rosa did the vast majority of it five days of the week.

Michael would continue to publish Joaquin's work and Joaquin would get paid for it though the credit for it would not be given until Michael passed away as they both agreed society wouldn't want to watch a movie made by somebody who did what he did. Michael produced four movies that Joaquin made presenting them as his own but still giving Joaquin's half to his family and charities of their choice.

Sadly on his fifty fifth birthday, which Joaquin was in attendance for, he passed away of a heart attack. Trevor was devastated at the loss of his best friend and mourned him for years and continued his operations in Sandy Shores evading law enforcement and rebuilding what he could of his empire. His empire actually started to get larger than it had in his later years but at the age of sixty, Trevor passed away behind the wheel of a stolen gray Cheetah of a meth overdose. He remained with Ursula until his dying day so while he did not give up the fast life as Michael had encouraged, he had at least found a woman he could relate to Even in the last years that the four of them were alive at the same time, Joaquin, Michael, Franklin and Trevor had rekindled their friendship.

Tracey would continue in her father's legacy and had become an actor in two of the four movies Joaquin and Michael worked on together and would be the one to now take credit for Joaquin's work and give the funds to his family while Amanda would take over Michael's place as producer.

The same year that Trevor died, Franklin ended up also passing away due to complications from his injuries from the last time he was had caused him health problems and the stress of prison life in the five days a week he had to be there, had caused it to deteriorate rapidly. He was after all having to take the spot of the vanished Families member as had Joaquin writing wilas and sending out hits in the name of the Onda member they had made vanish.

In the end Joaquin was the last of the four alive. Amber, just five years after Joaquin's incarceration had used heroin again after she lost her father after she had already lost her mother two years prior. Having not used in so long made her lose her tolerance and she overdosed. Joaquin had attended her funeral unable to stand up he was so wrecked with grief. After twenty years Flaca in her early fifties also passed away. He had seen them all whenever he could and despite what Karen had said to him, she wouldn't be the last woman he would ever see. He'd had many conjugals with them and been with the three of them all at once or sometimes two when one couldn't make it or one at a time. Joaquin had also requested that Lefty get the same treatment as he when it came to seeing his family and luckily Uncle Sam had agreed.

Flaca had passed away of a heart attack at age fifty one. He'd been heartbroken himself and had almost contemplated suicide in his cell as he was the same age as she and it seemed would never see the light of day again. Lefty, likewise, had ended up dying as a senior citizen in the cell he and Joaquin shared He'd woken up to wake the man he saw as a brother for morning workout to find him cold. He had passed away of colon cancer but had been fit in his final years not wanting to waste away in his bed.

Despite this heartbreak which again devastated the family, Willie had gone on to surprise them all. He became a defense lawyer. He'd straightened his life out and he opened a center for children to keep them away from gangs and named it after his sister Lucia. Valeria would grow up to be a mural painter painting many murals of Aztec and Maya art around Los Santos and all over the South West and began to expand beyond even that. Hector would grow up to play in the major leagues,as by some miracle major league baseball had not completely died out as a pass time in America even in the 2030's.

Teskontentsa had grown up to be a professor of religious studies at the University of LS much like the discussions of religion in his early years with Joaquin and Amber had prompted him to. He was not religious but instead agnostic but kept an open mind learning about the faiths and the cultural spirituality around the world and considered himself a seeker of the truth in whatever form it may take.

Erindira ended up joining Rosa in the restaurant business and collaborated heavily with her mother over the next twenty years. She and her mother bonded over their love of food and remembered simpler times and simpler meals. They still brought Joaquin food from there when they could sometimes even on non weekends and the food would be smuggled to his cell.

Otsista became instrumental in keeping the Mohawk language alive and while she did learn more and teach Nahuatl and various Maya dialects, those languages had millions of speakers. Through her efforts as an an adult, the Mohawk language which had been with just 2500 speakers the last time Joaquin was free on the streets in a tribe of 50,000 people, went on to have 30,000 in just twenty years as she grew into adulthood.

His son Tehoronhiatase had been a bigger scare for him. He had developed a drug addiction in his late teens, heroin, and had fallen into bad choices and had done some time himself still mourning the loss of his mother and the incarceration of his father even though Rosa and Flaca had kept raising Amber's kids when she passed away, he had become a runaway and had done five years in Boilingbroke for assault. When he got out thankfully he had become clean. He was clean when he had seen Joaquin last and Joaquin could tell he was still having heroin cravings. "You're gonna be strong. Because you are strong. Your mother was strong she just had a moment of weakness..." Joaquin told him.

"But she died of heroin...it's like she chose that over us."

"She didn't chose that over any of us. It was relief over pain. Time can heal wounds but sometimes it can make them worse. We all have our scars..."

Cruz and Loca had children and went on to have careers of their own and stayed away from gangs and much like Tavell and Queenie, they put the gang life behind them but remained in the Cerco Blanco neighborhood.

2049

Tavell Clinton, now sixty years old approached a man in his eighties. He was a man wearing an Air Force uniform watching the water at Vespucci Beach. He stood next to him. The man was a mix of Mexican and Caucasian. His name was John Anderson and he owed that name to his Caucasian father. "Evening sir...thought I should say thank you for your service..."

"Yeah..I did it all for you...and all the other millions of Americans. But it's become a place I don't even recognize anymore. Maybe I'm just getting old.I was in the Air Force you know...people think just because we're not on the ground we don't lose anybody but I'd lost friends. It's...a hell of a thing talking to your friend one minute your brother in arms..and the next he's crashing to Earth to die in an inferno..."

"Were any of these brothers in arms your actual brother?"

"No, kid. It's a figure of speech."

"I see..." Tavell stated. "Were any of them your cousin?''

"No. What's with all the questions?'

"You know I don't know about you but I got a beautiful famuily with my wife."

He showed him a picture of himself, Queenie and their son plus a daughter who had come a few years later. Now his son was in his early thirties while his daughter was in her late twenties. "You got a beautiful family. Congratulations. That's what it's all about."

Tavell sighed. "You know some years ago my cousin died in the IAA plaza tower. A Hispanic cat shot him. Man was the colonel at the Fort. I aint find out till years later but my cousin talked about that. Trevor knew who you were his friend I think you knew him too since the man flew airplanes. It took a bit but they foundd out who you was. I was afraid you'd be dead before I found you but I wanted to make sure my kids was grown before I did anything..." He cocked back the hammer on a .357 and aimed it at the old man. It had been antiquated when Tavell was young even more so now but it would get the job done. "You're going to shoot an unarmed old man?'

"A lot of the children you bombed in all those countries were unarmed too. If shooting somebody without a gun is a cowardly move how much more is it dropping a bomb on them?"

"Who are you?' Asked the Colonel.

"Your grim reaper..." Whispered Tavell. He pulled the trigger shooting him once in the thigh where Franklin had been shot and once in the spleen. He fell over coughing up blood. Tavell stood over him and aimed between his eyes and pulled the trigger one more time. He then tossed the gun into the water and walked away. He didn't care if he got caught maybe he would maybe he wouldn't Technology was a lot better now but he was an old man at this point. However long they put him in prison he doubted he'd live twenty years.

Joaquin

He was given a ride back from prison. There was a new governor a Chicana one and she had pardoned him because they had given him only a few months at best to live. He had complications from diabetes. While white right wing governors had not been willing to or liberals of previous years, she had especially since he would be dying in three months at most. Eating the foods he loved on those weekends plus getting food smuggled in. Agent 14 gave him a ride to see Rosa at Vespucci Beach. He had to walk with a cane now and had lost his left foot due to diabetes. He asked the aged Agent 14 a question. "You got a pen?" The agent chuckled handing him one and said, "I haven't done you enough favors, Avena?"

"You can just do one more for me..." He clicked the pen's point up and he stabbed him in the juggular. Agent 14's eyes bulged wide open as he bled and he stabbed him five more times. "That was for leaving me in there all those years and not pulling more strings, cabron. You were better than the rest of the IAA but that's not saying much. He walked towards Rosa who looked beautiful still but aging. Rosa smiled shaking her head. 'They haven't reformed you at all have they Quino?"

He kissed her. "Not one bit..." He looked into her eyes sadly. "You know the news...I wanted to tell you..."

"Quino...I'm dying too...ovarian cancer..."

His eyes watered. "No..."

She nodded in tears. "They gave me three to four months to live but I won't spend my last days in a hospital I think the universe finally brought us back together. To spend our last days in each others arms. The kids can come see us but..I don't think we can stay here."

She smiled at him kissing him. "I had him get us a passport and tickets to Ecuador."

"I hear the beaches there are nice this time a year..." He said with a smile.

She smiled sniffing and said, "I love you, Joaquin. You're the love of my life..."

He sighed. 'I feel like I hurt you on some level by not being exclusive with you. That was a part of me that was broken I was promiscuous and it came from being molested."

"If we hadn't done that I may not have discovered things about myself...I forgive you...and I love you. I loved Flaca and Amber too but it's that it's down to the two of us now."

"That's all we need, Rosita..."

As they walked past Agent 14 taking his last breaths unable to breath, they found their way back to her house and hailed a cab. They had a flight to catch.

2 Months Later

They were sitting on a beach together watching the sunsets. They felt the warmth in each other and the fading sun. Joaquin asked her, "Do you think somewhere some of the people still alive out there in LS are watching the sunset at the exact same time?"

She smiled at him, "Why wouldn't they be?" She looked at the skies.

He chuckled remembering. "Ah shit...we're three hours ahead of them in San Andreas."

"It doesn't matter. We can still see the pacific same as whole world is out there, Quino It's beautiful..."

"I've been to more countries than most people and so have you with me. The whole world is right here..."

They snuggled up together. They didn't know how many more sunsets they had and they didn't care. This was their happily ever after and the thought that they only had a limited time to live was no burden as everybody had that deadline. Most just didn't know when it was coming.

As the two fell asleep, not sure or caring if they would wake up tomorrow to see another sunset as was the case every previous sunset they had spent here in Quito, Ecuador, they knew that they had everything they needed here and now. What they did did not know was that their time though soon was not yet but a slicked haired cholo watched over them as did an Iroquois man in a headdress, as did an American Indian man with a Mexican American woman. Plus a Latin American couple one Mexican one Salvadoran and a smiling teenage girl who had all those cultures in her watched over them. A woman with a Fedora and a woman in camoflauge pants also watched over them and yet if one were to happen upon the beach they would only see Joaquin and Rosa in each others arms, far enough away from the tide and yet the two of them had said that they did not care if perhaps one day the tide carried them away when they were near death, this would also not be the worst way especially if it was when they were very close to it.

For now, this was the least of their moment for the two of them made all the heartbreak and separation over the years worth it.

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Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.

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All right people that's the last chapter of Ballad and the second of two endings. It's up to you to decide which one is canon both have sadness but this one has a brighter ending and yet a lot of characters died. I wanted to have Joaquin kill Lamar off in a way that would be acceptable to Franklin. And I wanted Franklin to have some time with his new family before he died but what I was going off of here was supposedly in the original ending c of GTA V Franklin died and Lamar takes his place Jack Martson style I guess to avenge him? Maybe some people wanted to see that I would have loathed that ending like I loathe Lamar and Franklin. I gave Franklin as happy a ending as I could under the circumstances despite my dislike of him as a character.

I decided to have Tavell have the avenging Lamar role. I intended Franklin's shootetr to be the supposed fourth wheel character not the ojnline guy but supposedly there was a gay guy from Fort Zandoudo who was maybe mixed between mexican and white like Liz but he had an anglo name. But I couldn't find his name so I went with the Colonel instead.

As far as having Karen assault Joaquin in that way and what he said about that statistic that is actually true there is an epidemic of Native men being assaulted by white women and my source on that is Nico Velasquez people think women can't rape men just because a man will get hard in a situation like that and that's just false I was originally gonna have a scene with Joaquin where he kills his foster dad that molested him but instead I mean I just left it up to imagination. After all, as an eight year old what could he have done really besides shoot him after sneaking and getting his gun when he was drunk and passed out? Sure a kid can stab but it's not practical.

As for Tio Hector originally I was going to have him turn out not to be Joaquin's uncle after all but instead be his mom's lover and the difference between him not having partial Salvadoran heritage while she did be the clue they were not siblings and instead she had maybe asked him to look after them if anything should happen to her or his dad but then I don't know if that would have made as much sense.

I really did try and wrap up as much of this story as neatly as I could but it's easier to start a story than it is to start one. So give me as detailed reviews what you think as possible not just for the epilogues of our main four but the OC's and if you liked or disliked each one.

The poem at the end is from Paul Bowles and I thought it fit the ending perfectly and yet to me I didn't know it as his thing I thought Brandon Lee had been the first one to say it and it is on his grave but either way it's a very nice quote. How did you like how Kirk went out how did you like how Rocket went out granted that was based on the Colors shootout between the Crips and Barrio 21st street but I added some variation with Franklin doing the kill shot.

As for Trevor and Michael you gotta admit that their endings are about what you would expect right? And if you think Joaquin had the easiest ending yes in that he was the last man standing but no compared to Trevor and Michael he didn't get to live on the streets for thirty years and a lot of people died and he wasn't there to be with them in their last moments I wish I could have shown his reactions to each death but for the sake of time I couldn't and this chapter is long enough as it is and you know how Joaquin has reacted to deaths in the past anyway.

You might say Michael's was happier than the other three because he was on the streets but then it's sadder because he died the soonest. With Trevor he's in the middle he had a woman but not kids though he still looked after Tracey as a niece plus co raised Franklin's kids on the weekdays. Franklin's is sadder than Treor Michael's and Joaquin's in one regard as he died in prison and he would have likely gotten released too the same way Joaquin did but better than Trevor that he had a family of his own and better than Michael that he lived longer. And you could say Joaquin did have it easier because he got to spend his last days free with Rosa and other than the kids he lost from Sad Eyes and Morena no more of them died before him but it's sad too because he watched more people die before him including Lefty. It;s all how you view it.

I can't please everyone no author can and there is always holes to fill in that the reader has to do themselves I only hope you enjoyed the ride and the ending.