AN: Special thanks goes to AliE96 for allowing me to use her OC. Unto the show my good friends.
-One day later, Sanchez Estate, Palm City-
"The Street Demon leaders will hopefully not be sleeping good for awhile after what we did to them last night," Mr. Sanchez laughed as he poured Jordan a glass of wine, while he grabbed himself a Cuban cigar.
"I'll drink to that," Jordan mused as soon as Mr. Sanchez handed him his glass of wine, and proceeded to take a sip of the alcoholic beverage. "One thing is for damn certain... they won't be using those weapons anytime soon. Speaking of which, how go the negotiations with Ms. Black?"
"They're going, slowly, but their going." Mr. Sanchez said with a small smile as he puffed his cigar.
"By the way, what distraction did you provide for the crew and I last night? I'm just asking since we barely had any police interference while hauling ass from the Street Demons." Jordan questioned his boss.
In response Mr. Sanchez picked up the tv remote from the arm of the couch the two where sitting on, and turned on the local news channel. The channel showed the debris from a fire.
"You have something to do with that?" Jordan asked in a joking tone.
"More of Ms. Black to be honest. How's the rest of the crew doing?" Mr. Sanchez asked.
"They're hanging low, especially since the Street Demons are looking for our members–"
"Do they know it was us?" Mr. Sanchez asked in a tone that indicated he already knew the answer.
"They're not stupid, and have plenty of connections, I'm sure they know by now who hit their shipment," Jordan said grimly, "This might seem off topic, but I will say this after what happened near the end of the heist: anyone who hates the Street Demons is cool to me."
-Los Venturas-
A young Hispanic woman in her early twenties could be found sitting in her home's garage, polishing her sporty racing bike, when her cell phone began to ring.
"Hello?" the woman answered as she picked up the phone.
"Ms. Rodriguez, it's been too long." a familiar voice greeted Ms. Rodriguez over the phone.
"It's been three years, Mack." Ms. Rodriguez said in a tired tone.
"Really? Has it been three damn years already?" Mack asked his friend.
"Cut to the chase Mack, what do you want?" Ms. Rodriguez asked Mack.
"What makes you think I want anything, darling?" Mack asked in a joking tone.
"Last time you called, you asked me for a loan so you could make repairs to your bike."
"Besides the point, darling. Honestly this time it's not about what I want, it's about what you want... revenge and clarity." Mack said in an enticing tone, which made Ms. Rodriguez perk up.
"I'm listening." she said firmly.
"Long story short, you don't have to buy a ticket to Los Santos. You instead need to buy one for Palm City."
"Palm City, that city in South-West Florida?" Why the hell would I go there? The Street Demons are in Los Santos."
"Were in Los Santos." Mack interjected.
"What does that mean?" Ms. Rodriguez asked quickly.
"Long story short. The Street Demons trading and dealing partners went belly up in San Andreas, so they migrated East, to Palm City." Mack explained.
"Why the hell would they go there of all places?" she asked her friend.
"Less competition, good location with connections all over the state, and it's a smaller city, which means less fighting to control the turf... or so they thought." Mack laughed lightly. "Turns out back in 2013 they ripped off a huge shipment in Palm City that was being transported from Vice City. The people they ripped off declared war, and the rest is history over the last seven years." Mack finished explaining.
"Who are the people they ripped off?" Ms. Rodriguez asked quickly.
"Some organization based here in Palm City. Admittedly I don't know much about them, but I've heard rumors they've got connections across the state, that being South-East in Vice City. However that's besides the point. The point being, these people hate the Street Demons, I'm guessing you still want revenge, so maybe allying yourself with these other people, might allow you to find the truth..." Mack said firmly.
"I'll be on the next flight..." Ms. Rodriguez said after a few moments of contemplation.
To Be Continued...