Concrete Jungle

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

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

84. Days Past

Paul

Winnipek

Longhouse Rehab

He arrived at the outside of the prison. He waited. Fourteen men were brought out of the same prison that he had been doing his last stint at. They';d been on a different part of the prison than he'd been in./ Even thogh they were the same tribe as he was he had not associated with them. They were not gang members but they had been arrested eight years ago. Most of them were in their late twenties and early thirties.

"Here's the deal...I got yo all outta prison cause like anybody in our line of work we could all get caught. And like me...we're outlaws whether it's by the Crown's laws or the Great Law of Peace. Traditionals in our community hate the government and the police but they don't like people like us anymore than them. They see the Crown's law as destroying us from the outside and us eroding from the inside."

A young man from Kaní:ionte with shoulder length light brown hair and yellowish skin and a skinny frame standing at six feet tall asked, "What the fuck does eroding mean?" His name was Robert Maracle. He was a man who had just turned thirty two.

"Rotting..." Paul said.

"Then why not just say that?"

"Cause I'm the one that got you assholes outta prison. That's why. We need more numbers in teh Warriors..."

Another, a man of Kanienkehaka and English ancestry shook his head. He had a black mustache and jet black hair but his skin was even lighter than Paul's. "Fuck that. There's five other bros I went to the pen with when the pigs rounded us up. We hold our own against anybody we don't know and we held our own against the gangs. We don't do that Warriors and IC bullshit. We're smugglers. Not gang bangers."

"When I said warrior...I didn't mean the gang. We need to evolve past that. When I say Warrior I mean what it originally meant. A warrior. We acted as the closest thing to the cops The People had. The way it was restarted in the 70's...that wasn't to say the Warrior Society started in the 70's. It was more of a reestablishing of our traditional Warrior Society. We need to be able to reestablishing the old ways. Yeah...we're all criminals. But we do what the average person in our Nation isn't able to. We're able to and willing to kill. There's already people in the Warrior Society and a lot of them hate us. But some of them are people that used to be just like us and they put aside their selfish ways. They took up the responsibilities."

"I don't get it bro..." Stated Robert Cook. "Why do you need us? You got plenty of people in the R Dubs to help you with your new empire, man. What you need from us?"

"A lot of the guys in our crew are either junkies or ex junkies."

"You think none of us have been using since we went inside?" Chuckled Bobby.

"No. I know most of you have. Some of you on and off but a few of you got clean through the sweat lodges. Not to be traditional but for a peace of your mind. But you were looking at life sentences. Who could blame you? The guys on the streets with me...i love em but a lot of them other than Sheppard never did more than petty jail or juvie time. The Warriors doing hard time are the ones that already either got themselves life sentences like you or they land themselves seven year stretches for robbery. Either way the streets forget you in that amount of time."

"But you're asking some of us to stay at Pierre Noir. We're not from that nation."

"Yeah but you're banished by the actual Warrior Society and it's gonna take some time to get you accepted back in. It'll take some doing. It'll take something huge. It's been a lot of years but... I reached out. It's not normally done this way but this is the way."

Bobby looked at him. "You want my help I want in on getting revenge...That was my cousin those asshoes killed. You know I wasn't able to do shit from inside and I thought I was never getting out. They handed me a ife sentence. I got used to the idea but man...when I found out what happened..."

"I know...that's why it's good to get you out. Truth be told I thought you were gonna blame me."

"At first...I did. And I got into fights inside with some Anges of Death. And I'm not affiiated but the skins in there at least had my back. Truth is...I still don't ike you. If she hadn't been around you she might still be alive. Just so we're clear when this is over I'm going to kill you."

"I got you out. The people that got you out for me can throw you right back in."

"Like I said I don't give a fuck. My life is pretty much over and I got used to living in there. I aint got shit to live for."

"Now you do..." Paul stated. "I'm not gonna let you kil me but if that's the motivation you need to do what we need to do when we get Lucifer then so be it. But whether I kill you or you kill me it won't matter. Either way we're gonna kill Lucifer and one of us will be alive. But if you just so happen to kill me then you'll get two people."

"It's nothing personal...I have a lot less anger towards you then I did earlier this year I've had months to think about it...at least when my mind was sober and I know the way things are in Canada. She could have been snatched up by some white piece of shit trucker or maybe a oil rig worker but she was killed the way she was. I could look at what could have happened but I end up back to the same place. Lucifer killed her and you killed her."

3 Hours Later

He sat in front of the Oia:ner in the longhouse. Her name was Wari Cook . She was a light brown skinned woman, aged sixty. She had graying brown hair and yellowish brown skin and eyes similar in shape to Paul's but hers were hazel rather than green. "You're wanting to take a bunch of criminals... that got arrested and were moving drugs to and from here and Liberty State and make them part of the Warrior Society? You're not even a part of it. You've been near Kanienkehaka land but you haven't truly been back. You've been near home and even in cities that are rightfully our home territory but you haven't been back.

"I know. A lot of that has to with what I did to my dad back in '06. I'm still a fugitive as far as that goes."

She shook her head. "Not by our law. Your akenisten'ha...she was O'serroni'haka but she is still your mother. Your father was a bad man. He tried to do the right thing at one time. Back in 1990. He'd just gotten out of jail and he'd stayed out and tried to sober up. He quit the heroin. But he didn't quit drinking. Our fight with the RCMP...it was a victory but he was among the people who got arrested. And he didn't get out for a year."

"I know this."

"And he stopped being a warrior. He just went to being a full fledged drunk. And when he was kicked off reserve for being with your mother, he moved here. But you...you've lived like a criminal ever since you killed him. By the law of the Great Law of Peace you didn't break the law. He was trouble in our community and he was going to be driven out. But he would have just dragged you and her to the city. I would consider talking to the chiefs in council to see if it would be possible for you to be a Warrior. A TRUE Warrior. Not that gang crap. But you have to straighten out my grandson. I would like him to take up the duties of the men. But he has come back with PTSD from his time in the service. Him and another veteran. They're both lost."

"Where are they?" He asked.

"They're in the projects. I can't go down there. It's the George Harrison Housing Projects off of Martindale Avenue."

He asked her, "If I get them out of there will you make me officially Bear Clan? And part of the Warrior Society?"

"It's not up to me alone on the second part but I will do my best. On the first part, yes."

He got into the dark blue Cogenetti and he dialed Ace. "You sober? I need a favor."

"I'm about an hour away from being sober, bro. Why? What's up?"

"You owe me for picking you up. Now I just need to collect. We got a couple of guys holed up in the PJ's out on Martindale."

"Martindale? Homie that's Post Ops turf.'

"Look we'll talk when I get back to Pierre Noire but get some coffee in ya so you don't have a hangover. Get ready and get heated cause it could get ugly down there. That's a bad neighorhood."

He drove for a whoile adnd stopped. He saw Ace was wearing a black wife beater and a headband from Pro Laps and blue jeans from Binco and he had a dark blue baseball cap on backwards. He had an Uzi. He saw paul looking and said, "If we're going to the hood it's what we should be using..."

Dawn saw what was going on and came out."Where you going?" She demanded. Paul answered, "Look this has nothing to do with you. I gotta get these two guys out of an apartment in the 's a Mohawk thing..."

"Eee not even. This motherfucker aint Mohawk he;s Innu!"

"We from Kebec too bitch that's all our land!" He barked.

"He owes me a favor and if nothing else he can take some bullets for me when I get there."

"You're doing the Warrior Society thing...I know what you're thinking. You found Lucifer and Tanaka or if you haven't you're close to it. K:or you have to take me with you. You could die if I don't."

"How did you know that?" He asked her with a growl. She responded, "Take me with you and I'll tell you."

"I can see there's no point arguing with you. Fine, let's go."

"We're rolling to the projects...for what?" Dawn asked.

"There's a couple of people there. I was told about both of them. One is Kaniekehaka and Cree. The other dude is Abenaki and Mississauga."

"What are their names?" She asked. He sighed. "The first guy...he's Terrance McComber. He's the clan mother's grandson. Dude did a stint in the army and so did his friend. Neither of them bang but they're in the projects."

"Who's the other guiy, Paul?"

"Angus Elkhair. They didn't know each other before the war but then they came back and they're staying in the projects."

Paul turned to Anahu. "Hey. Would you be willing to take a ride to the projects on Martindale?"

"Why, what's up?" Asked the Cree gang member. "There's an errand I gotta run for a clan mother..."

Dawn broke it down for him really quickly in the Nehiyaw language. Paul was learning some of his girlfriend's language but he wasn't that fluent. "I don't know, bro. I mean that seems like a risk for two people that aint Dubbed up. And we do got a lot of heat on our asses."

"That might be true biut I'm putting something together with some people from my tribe. There could be troiuble coming from the south on our doorsteps not too far into the future and I wanna make sure we're gonna be okay. We gotta whip the Warriors into shape and make it so that we're more than a gang of paint sniffers. I've bmade us into a force to be reckond with but the people that might be coming after us they don't do drugs. We can't have that kind of discipline problem."

"What assholes from down south?" Asked Ace.

"The deep south. New Arcadia. Look I'll explain later but it could be a problem."

"Does any of this have to do with that gook that hangs around the rez?" Voiced Shep walking up.

"To a point, yeah.'

"I know you have your business with her and in a way that keeps us a bit more protected. Same with your Blackfoot friend but I don't like seeing them around the rez."

Chogan sneered, 'Bro you got us in a deal with the Dragon Circle. You don't like Asians why deal with em?"

"There's still Asian crime syndicates that try and kidnap women off the rez and cause they're 'exotic' looking enough they import them all the way to Asia sometimes on sex trafficking ships. They never see home again. I didn't like the Yardies and I'm not mourning their loss. They were gonna be a problem I had to deal with later but the way the Triads did that...even if they only did it just to do that they knew we would hear about it so it's a flex of their strength. They want to see how we react. I'd say we keepour distance from them for a while. But if Sun Kang ever tries to fuck us...he's gonna see some of the hell we raised against the Dead Beats unleashed on Chinatown."

"If you go, I'm coming with you..." His girlfriend insisted. "We ride together we live together we die together..."

"Yeah I hear you baby but I'm not going on a mission...that's a bit of a drive and I'd rather stay in with you."

Paul nodded. "Okay. You've voiced your concerns. And I've heard hear mine. Get in the fuckin car."

.Anahu growled, "Hey man..I got arrested..."

"And I got your ass outta prison. You know as much as I hate to say it those dreadlocks make you an easy target for the cops."

"Sokanon has dreads too, motherfucker! It's a Nehiyaw thing!" Paul eyed the Cree gangster as he sauid this and Nadie added, "It's a good point, K:or I mean we never say anything about your Mohawk cause it's cool and it';swhat your ancestors wore but this is oneof the things we did."

"Yeah but the difference is if you go on my hometown rez or any of our rez's fuck it it doesn't even have to be my tribe it could be any other six nations tribe, you see this hairstyle a lot more it's coming back. I know some Crees are trying to bring that back as a hairstyle but on this rez you two are the only ones who have it."

Sokanon stated, "I'm not changing my hairstyle for anybody..."

"I didn't say you have to..." Paul said. "It just makes it easier for pigs to spot you guys s al but you been smart you flew under the radar and you haen't had a record since eighteen."

"Well I'm still not cutting my locks unless I feel like it, little brother..." She said to Paul. "But since Anahu is being a little bitch about this i'll go with you to the projects."

Paul took a long look at her and raised his eyebrows. "You WILL?!"

She nodded and she pulled her Walther P99 from her purse and tucked it in her waistband. "Let's go."

"Wait why you? Why not ask Litte Joe or Chogan?" Asked Ace.

Sokanon looked to where the two brothers, both intoxicated, had built a pretty solid snowman which had Little Joe's fedora on top of it and sunglasses that belonged to Chogan. "There's just one other thing..." Joe unzipped his pants and stuck his dick into the snowman. "Gotta give him a dick!" He then cried out at the cold and fell back laughing.

"Well it looks like you gave him a pussy, Joe..." Chuckled Shep who was not much of a smiling person or a laugher but was amused at this. The hole in the snowman's bottom half went all the way in. "Wait why the fuck are you hard?!" Demanded Chogan.

"You're gonna get frostbite, you moron..." Insisted a female Warrior of Nehiyaw descent.

"Hep me...my dick has a lot of frost on it!" He cried in a mock voice. "Would you save it by taking a bite?!" She threw a pile of snow in his face and another on his crotch and this prompted laughter that then turned into a snowball fight. "That's why..." Paul told him.

They began to drive and Ace asked, "Say homie...so we all been wondering...we know you been dealing with the IAA but...are you actually with them?"

"I'm just an asset. But they need me more than they realize so I might as well be. I have the freedom they would but not the same accountability. But even that is probably limited."

"It just feels wrong...look you know I'm standing by you..." Dawn stated. "But to work for the IAA? It's like as long as you're doing that, we're the same. I can live with the shit i've done on the streets and on the rez to survive. The bodies I've dropped. But the shit they do is worse than anything we do. I would never want to go to some foreign land and kill people there."

Paul replied, 'First off nobody's gonna ask you to do anything. The only thing any of this has to do with any of you is that it keeps you outta jail. That's how I got Nadie Anahu and Ace out. But just because I got that ability doesnb't mean we can abuse it and it would be a lot harder to get someboidy like Shep out. Secondly, Shep, hell a lot of the originals have killed Arab, Pakistani, Indian store owners without a thought. How would that be any different than the shit the IAA does? i'm not even judging him for it. I haven't personally done that but I know a lot of those guys carry guns both in the States and here and here it's not even legal to own a gun in most cases but they do. So if he drew down on one during a robbery I got no doubt Shep would give him lead."

"Yeah but this is our land though. I don't nessecarily want to kill innocents either but I understand it. Anybody on our turf is fair game..." She looked at Paul. "And that's a tribal thing as much as race. I mean if you'd crossed into Nehiyaw land back in the day we would have filled you with arrows. Mohawks were an old enemy."

"Yeah and if you'd crossed into ours you'd be dinner..."

Dawn smacked him. "You're fucking a Cree, bitch. Show some respect..."

"Hey! No fucking with the driver..."

"My point is..even though we made peace with your tribe a long time ago we still have that history. And then with these outsiders...it's hard to not see it for how it would have been back in the day. The spirits don't like them here."

"Yeah...you know what I wonder every time I see an Indian?" Asked Dawn. "I mean the monias likes to say that if they hadn't invaded us w'd still be in the stone age but our language had more words in its heyday than English did. plus even though I don't know that much about it the Mayas, the Aztecs and the Incas had some pretty impressive technology..."

"And your point is?" Asked Ace.

"What if the white man had actually gotten the routes right and had landed in India how would itr have played out if they were the ones getting fucked over?'

"Well they wouldn't have gotten smallpox. They got cows so they'd have more immunity to it..." K;or replied. "But really they would have died of thirst since the journey would have been twice as long."

"How the fuck would it be more long when Asia is closer to Europe?" Asked Ace.

K:or looked at him in the rear view. "You should have paid attention in geography. If North and South America wasn't there but they were still going the same way they went here they would have died."

"Yeah but we're not talking about that...'" Ace said. "We're talking about if they found the right way..."

"They would have lost..." Sighed Sokanon. "hTey were well advanced including war tactics. Also, if he would have reached India, chances are more that he would have reached southern part. That was the time when religious fight was going on between Vainavas and Sainavas. South Indian kingdoms like Chera, Chola, Pandiya and Pallavas had a huge navy and very familiar with sea routes as well as war fields. You may question that how come British invade India? In reality, British invaded only 30 to 40 percent of India. Because, India was under 600 kingdoms at that time. Each had their own army."

"And yet they were under India's thumb until 1947..." Replied Dawn. "It's not like they did much better in the end."

"There's a billion of them I'd say if we're lucky a few hundred million of us but that's scattered through North and South America. And it aint equally populated. We fought hard and well but the diseases fucked us up..." Paul replied.

"Yeah but none of us are really independent. Sure you could say Latin American countriws that are mostly mixed won independence from Spain by fighting but did they really win since it was Spanish nobles born in the 'New World' fighting agains Spain's viceroys?"

Ace agreed. "It really aint nothing different from when you had George Washington beefing with the crown, man. We're still under the Kings Law."

"Speaking of the Kings Law...I noticed that Anahu and Nadie were getting bailed out I was the one to pick them up but I didn't see you. Then I went and asked to try and find out and they said you already got released with no charges. Now how is that? What did you tell them?"

"Bitch...who the fuck are you calling a rat?!"

"I didn't say that word but you just did..." She growled. "And it still cost money to get Nadie and Anahu out even if they dropped charges for them. So why didn't we have to pay shit for you?"

"I'm telling you right now I aint no fuckin rat. They dropped the charges cause they didn't have shit on me! Ask Little Joe, Sok! He'll tell you what';s up!"

She rolled her eyes. "They didn't have anything on them either..." She pulled her P99 on him. "You wearing a fuckin wire?!" She lifted up his shirt. "Get off me, bitch! You aint shit but a strip club owners girl andt you were a pole dancer before he owned that fuckin club so fuck you!" She pistol whipped him and growled, "DON'T YOU EVER FUCKIN SAY THAT TO ME AGAIN!"

Dawn cried out, "Paul aren't you gonna do something?! They're gonna kill each other!" He hit the brakes and the two hitt the back of the seats but it hurt Ace more. "Fuck, Gore, man! Why you gotta slam the brakes?!"

"Sokanon, get off him...do you see a wire?!' She panted. "No..."

"Then you're being paranoid. If Ace was a snitch I'd know it. You know how much information and resources I got at my finger tips. If the police had him watching me and had any clue what was going on, they'd pull his ass out and try and get something difrent as far as busting me."

"He coukd still have some other way...his phone could be bugged I mean."

"You know who goes around accusing other people of being snitches with no proof?!" Barked Ace. "SNITCHES!'"

"I don't think Ace is a snitch either, Sokanon...chill out."

"We can't afford to have any leaks. Sheppard..he helped me out. Joe and Chogan are idiots but they're good kids at heart. I don't want to see them go down...there's already too many of us in jail.." She sighed as they were ten blocks from where they needed to be. "As much as I hate Dead Beats...I don't hate people from Indian Clique..."'

"You gotta be outta your mind to not hate them! I'll smoke any of those bitches!" Ace growled. "You forget how many homies we lost to those fuckers, girl?"

"I KNOW...but they're the same as us. Street level city or rez dogs trying to survive in a cold world/. In a country that doesn't care about us. The Angels don't have any real reason to be the way they are. They're privileged from the start they don't need to join biker gangs to make money. And I know maybe by attacghing themselves to the AOD that makes it easier for them to have power but at the end of the day the Angels do."

"So what are you trying to say?" Asked Dawn.

"We might not even win ourselves but we're against the Angels and we always will be. I'm not even saying I blame IC for cliquing up with them like I said but with us and the Angels on our end I'm glad we fight against them. They're no good. They kill kids."

"You still yapping about that white kid that died from an Angels bombing? Who cares?! They wouldn't give a shit if some Native kid got smoked. Innu, Cree, Mohawk it doesn't matter. Once you go First Nation you get a ride to the police station. The pigs the media, none of them give a fuck. So why should I care about some little dead cracker?"

"Because what if that was your son or somnebody in your family?"

"I hate Dead Beats more than anybody here but in their defense if there ever was one, they probably didn't mean to kill the kid. It wa a bomb you can't always control who was in the area.''

"Yeah but if that was somebody you...dshit I don't have to explain that one to you, do I K:or?" She asked and he could feel her eyes giving off heat at the back of his head.

"No...you don't..." He said with bitterness in his tone. "But that was on purpose. Lucifer wanted to do that. They finally arrived in the projects.

"Now you got me looking fucked up so now they're gonna be curious about why I'm bleeding you stupid bitch..." Growled Ace.

"Shut up..." Paul said. "We can use it to our advantage. We'll go in separate. You'll take the east side staircase we'll take the west. Me and Sokanon and you and Dawn since you and Sokanon can't seem to get along."

"Fine by me..." Replied Ace as he readied his Beretta. Paul shook his head. "Not unless we have to."

As he took the back door, Ace set his cell phone inside a fire extinguisher case. "The fuck you doing?" Demanded Dawn.

He waved his pistol. "This is the projects. And the pigs can listen in on phones or...the government some shit they can listen on your phones and find out where you are and they can bust your ass."

"We're not going in there to get in a shootout. If we can get Terrance and Angus outta there with no problem then that's what we gotta do. We don't need a wild west shootout."

As they approached, at least six Afro Canadians approached. They were dressed in various street clothing. One of them was a tall black man with a red jacket over a black t shirt and he had dark skin and woree baggy blue jeans and Hinterlands. "Yo what up. Can I help you with something?" Paul could tell by the way he walked that he was carrying a pistol. He had yet to brandish it but he knew it would only be a matter of time with the wrong ansert/.

"I'm here to see Bolo, man. We're looking to hit..."

"Well shit we got you on that! If you looking..."

"No offense but we're gonna see Bolo. He's got some work for us. We want to score AND get some extra money."

"What you gonna spend that paper on, baby?" Asked the gang member eyeing Sokanon.

"I'm gonna come right back here and buy some more. Some for business and some for pleasure..." She said sniffing.

He nodded as they walked past. "Show you right. I like them dreads. Is you part black or what?"

They ignored the remark and made it into the entrance. They took the elevator."

They made their way up to the top floor. Ace and Dawn, meanwhile, made their way up the stairs. "Damn son what the fuck happened to your head?!" Demanded a man of Jamaican Canadian ancestry with cornrows wearing a brown puffy jacket over a white t shirt and baggy jeans standing five ten with moderate black skin and hazel eyes.

"Just a fight with my old lady...or maybe the police..." Ace replied in a crazed sounding voice. "I honestly don't remember, homie! Maybe you can help me find out?!"

The gangster sneered, "Man you better get the fuck from around here...the lady can stay though..."

"We're jus gonna go get something then maybe we can all party?" Dawn stated.

"Bet..." The gangster said.

"Goddamn, you can't go anywhere in a black area without getting cat called..." She sighed. "I don't wanna be racist cause it isn't any different than a white neighorhood in that way but it seems like they'll do it more even when you got a boyfriend..."

"They don't care they think it makes them more alpha to hit on a woman with a man...but yeah you're right they do fetishize you cause you're Indian."

"Maybe if you're a fuckin slut that cheats on people yeah but a high value woman doesn't do that and even if they won somebody over, a girl of another race or the same race what do they win? A cheating bitch. If they cheat on one person they'll cheat on another."

"Girl, you used to get high on the rez and fuck for drugs...just saying..." Ace reminded her.

"Yeah and I was also raped. I don't make excuses for my own stupidity or the fucked up men I was around when I was doing that kinda shit and yeah I was kind of a slut but this idea that you can't judge other sluts if you once were one but aren't anymore is stupid especially when I lived and learned but other people. And to be clear I never put out for drugs. I would do them and huff or whatever and sometimes I'd be horny and we'd get down. Or sometimes I'd fuck and there would happen to be blow."

"Yeah.I'm sure K:or would judge you for that the way he judges me for getting high. What the fuck does he think this is? A church choir? We're gangsters. Gangsters get high."

"Yeah but I think he would probably say that more effective gangsters don';t get high and that they would rather get the people they sell to strung out."

"Whatever. I'm getting a little tired of him acting like he's better than me."

"He's the one that just stopped Sokanon from putting a hole in your chest. You should thank him..."'

They got to the floor they were on. They knocked. "Who is it?!" Demanded a voice inside.

"Paul Hoffman. The Oia'ner sent me, bro...Terry McComber open the fuckin door!"

The door was opened and a man who was a few inches shorter than Paul with a light golden brown complexion and almond shaped and almond colored eyes with a crew cut and a white t shirt that advertised Linkin Park and blue jeans opened the doot with a Glock 19 in Paul's face. "Who the fuck are you?" His eyes were bloodshot all the same. "You aint no friend of Terrance cause he either goes by T or Terrance. He beat some fuckers face in for calling him Terry."

"Even as somebody that's a cut throat I gotta say that's a stupid reason to put hands on somebody. His tota wants him to come back to the Village. To not live in the projects anymore."

"Did you serve?" Demanded the other man who was figuring out was the other man he was here for. "No."

"Then you don't understand anything we went through. Get the fuck outta here. You and her both..."

Paul busted through the door as he was starting to shut it and he pulled his hand through the door and Sokanon grabbed the gunfrom his hand.

The man tried to follow up with the other hand but Paul threw him out into the hallway and Sokanon stepped over him. He heard the racking of a shotgun and saw Terrance aiming a shotgun at him.

"Wait a minute..." The Mohawk said with a cigarette in his mouth. "I know you...you're the fucker they say kiled Aila!"

"I didn't kill her. I'm here to take you back to your grandma...I recognize the smell of crack 've been in here trying to escape your pain...it won't work."

"What the fuck do you know?"

"Cause I might not be a soldier but I promise I have a higher body count than you do."

"Why don't we all just calm down? Geez you men get so tempermental. Paul, why don't you tel him what realy happened?"

"He lowers the shotgun I wil. Just keep it across your lap. You wanna shoot me after I tell you what happened that's fine."

Paul gave him every detail about what happened with Lucifer and showed him the scars on his arms where he had been cut. He looked at the Mohawk. He seemed to believe him. "Aila was a friend to me. If you want me to come back...you have to take me with you when you go after Lucifer. I don't know shit about biker gangs or any of that bullshit but I know how to kill. If I can take out a Haji at a thousand yards with an Assaut Rifle and no scope I can hit a redneck on a chopper no problem."

"That's fine but we're not gonna shoot him. He's gonna walk the gauntlet."

"If you're leaving so am I..." Angus stated. "Wherever you go, I go brother."

As they left the apartment a few members of the local gang walked up. "Hey, Angus! You still owe me two thousand dollars, bruh...you lost you pay..." A gang member with a purple sweater on and black jeans approached. He had light skin and a mini afro.

"I gave you that watch as collateral, right?"

"That aint enough, man! What the fuck I'm supposed to do with a watch I can't even move cause the shit's too hot?"

"That's not what collateral is..." Replied Terrance.

"I don't remember asking you shit..." Snarled the gang member revealing the silver grill in his teeth as he got out a .380 and drew down on him. "You got my motherfuckin money?!"

'"I hate to be the one to tell you this but if you're in the game and you can't get a watch sold to a fence you're not as good at the hustle as you thought you were..."

"Bitch shut up!" Growled the gang member aiming at her. "You don't..." A shot rang out and he fell over with three in the back. Ace fired three shots and Dawn fired the next two into the back of the head of one of the goons. A third onee bolted into his own apartment. Paul gave chase. "All right, you guys head on down I'm gonna take care of this one!"

He saw the man getting out via the fire escape and climbed it. "Yo! There's bitches trying to cap me! Light his ass up!" He cried out as he ran up. Paul saw one leaning out his own window and fired a Mac-11 his way. Paul dove back into the window as the rounds came clattering down the fire escape. The firing stopped so Paul blindy fired off three back. This met with instant return fire so he dove back in and near a sofa as the rounds went through the wall and narrowly missed. He knew the guy was reloading.

"He's three doors down!" Cried out Paul. Sokanon wasted no time. As soon as the gangster started firing again she ran into the apartment as he was firing down. She shoved the man and he fell from the window to the streets below. His legs gave off a sickening crunch as he hit the ground. "Now he's three floors down!"

Angus grabbed the man who had said that he owed him money. "Hey asshole..you said I owed you two g's right?" The wounded gang member cried out, "Yo come on, man! I already got lit up by your boy...we straight...fuck the debt!"

"No no. I don't want to owe anybody..." He got him to the stairwell. "The way I see it...you can always get money when you fall and sue the projects...unsafe living enviroment...so here's one grand..." He kicked him down the stairs and as he fell his wrist bent with a crack at an unnatura angle. "AHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKYOUUUUU!" He roared.

He picked him up again and he was coughing blood and he threw him down the next flight of stairs. "Now you can collect two grand for damages!" He then asked Terrance for the cigarette. He then burned his right eyelid and growled, "Now you can sue the fuckin cigarette company too!" The two left the gang member there coughing up blood from the gunshot wounds and internal injuries from falling that had only made the gunshot wound worse.

"Fuck! I told you I was right about this shit, Dawn!" Barked Ace. "I hope your phone aint on you now cause any fuckin cavalry listening in is gonna know we did a one eight seven! Big brother all that shit!"

"What the fuck is he taking about?!" Demanded Sokanon as they made their way for the stairs.

"He thinks we're gonna get listened to by the cops! He left his phone downstairs where all the junkies can get it!"

"They aint gonna look for it in an extinuisher case!" Insisted Ace.

"I'm from Gen X, you idiot! I don't take my phone with me everywhere I go! If you're that paranoid leave it at home!"

"I wouldn't even be here on this suicide mission if it wasn't for K:or!"

"Suicide mission?! Don't be a bitch..." K:or growled.

"At least tell me you left the phone in the car and don't have it on you!" Ace insistetd.

"What?! Yeah i'm gonna just leave it in the car in this fuckin area..."

"Goddamn it!" Ace barked. Several shots rang up at them as they were going down the stairs. They hightailed it back up but Sokanon let off six shots and she hit one of them. "One of them has a gauge, another has a chopper!" She warned. They went up the stairs another flight up from where Terrance and Angus had been staying. "Fuck the Post Ops!" Barked Ace.

"Merde, mon pote! Sont ces connards de Indian Clique ou les guerriers rouges?" Demanded a gang member.

"Probablement le deuxième!"

Three more gang members emerged to the north but Angus and Terrance let the lead fly. Terrance hit one with a headshot while Angus hit two, the first of which he hit four times in the chest. The second, he hit three times in the stomach. The third gang member fell face first into his homeboy's brain matter as he fell and he coughed up blood and began to accidentay get some of his brain in his mouth causing him to choke even more. The first one that Angus had shot simply lay writing on the floor too low on strength to go for his gun.

"It's a good thing a lot of these assholes have guns! Easier to justify that than shooting unarmed civilians!" Angus stated.

"Murder is murder and we'd go down for it either way if we got caught!" Shot back Terrance.

"You'd still probably get more time just off the fact that with a second degree murder charge you can get out someday. To where you're not supposed to shoot if you didn't have to shoot but you did like if you see somebody that you hate that wants to kill you and would if they could get away with it. It's the difference between you going over there and fighting him which would be spontaneous and then you kill him or just laying in wait to kill him."

"Yeah but you would still have to prove that they were trying to kill you. In our cases we'd probably get second degree you know cause we live here and we got drug dealers and bangers making this place a hell hole."

"Says the two guys that smoke crack..." Paul sneered.

"We don't do it that often!" Angus said. "We do it maybe once every two weeks."

"Just when the PTSD is really bad!" Added Terrance.

"You're in the Canadian military and you've seen combat. That's gotta be all the time!" Sokanon retorted looking at Terrance as they ran.

"Look all i'm saying is...there won't be public outcry when it comes to these assholes here as there would if these fuckers were unarmed."

"You sound like you hate them. Why live here if you do?" Asked Dawn.

"We came here cause the rent was cheap and when you're fresh back from a war where you have uran warfare in the slums you realize the slums in Canada, hell in the States, they aint so bad..." Terrance said. "I know these idiots think this place belongs to ther set but really it's still Mohawk land. Still Abenaki land. Whether I live in the projects, the rez or some countryside farm I'm always home."

"If that's true why do so many people on my rez and all these other rez's that's on outr land act like I betrayed my tribe when I moved away?"

"Because you did in a way...a lot of people on the rez have dads they hate. And the police wouldn't give a shit about your dad anyway. I know about you you were in the papers back when you smoked your Rakeni'ha.." Terrance stated as they stopped for a second while Ace checked to see if there were more gangsters. "You could have stayed on the rez you'd get barely any time for killing another Indian."

"I did it to escape teh law. They did still want to question me at first even if now they're not pursuing it. Plenty of rez dogs leave the rez. Why should I get treated any different?"

"Well people do get made fun of when they move to the city..."

"Why that's colonized though it's all our terri..." Paul interupted.

Terrance continued, "But if I'm being honest it's cause you're half white too..."

"The fuck does that have to do with anything?"

"There's two kinds of half breeds. The kind that code switch their identity to move in more mainstream circes and who use their mised privilege to get a job that a full blood might not and then there's radical half breeds like you. The try hards. The ones who do whatever it takes to be better than the other half breed. Who isn't a Christian someone that does ceremomy instead somebody that hates America and Canada for what they did to us. You fall in the second category but because of that somebody like you who the community is used to depending on has to stay on the rez forever."

"Bullshit and besides I was fourteen when i left. I wasn't much use to the community. I haven't been for most of my life. I accept what I am but I can still use ny skills to do some good and protect people..." He sighed. "Aila was...as much as I hate what happened..I can learn from this and do better next time with other people..."

More shots rang out and Terrance took three shots in the chest. "You gotta be fuckin kidding me!" Paul growled. He fired a shot at the Afro Canadian who wore a black puffy coat and a white t with blue jeans and Hinterlands who stood six feet tall. "You made me fail my mission, asshole!" He fired striking him on the inner part of his upper left thigh. The next round went a few inches to the left. The third hit him in the stomach. Terrance wheezed as he laid back against the wall. "I'm...I'm good!" He told them as he checked to make sure he wasn't going to bleed out.

"Good!" Paul said. "Hang back!" He had on armor. "You got a vest on even around the apartment?"

"Yeah we both do!" Angus replied as he fired a few blind shots. "In this fuckin hood you'd be brain dead not to! These idiots are always shooting off their guns even when they're not trying to shoot anybody!"

Before long as more local gangsters came after them and the Red Warriors plus Angus and Terrance let off volleys of shots which cut the gang members in half with one half falling some wounded and some dead and others taking cover. Paul reloaded and he could hear the rest of those on his side reloading at different points. "Let's try and not have to all reload at once!" Paul growled.

"Why not? They can waste their shots while we reload!" Ace called out.

"Are you that fuckin stupid? Bullets can still go through walls!" He growled.

"Well while i got a fresh mag..." Sokanon began and she fired a shot into the back of a still twitching gang member. Another was writhing on his side in pain clutching at his stomach and ribcage area. "Fuck man..." He coughed up blood and Sokanon put one in the back of the head

"Yeah, as a former paint sniffer who used other drugs too I can honestly say that's bullshit. You guys are no better than us. Military or not."

"You haven't been to war..."

"We've had gunfights out here and we've been without electricity before. The rez still has a boil water advisory. Maybe MOHAWK rez's are nicer than Nehiyaw rez's but the rez we come from has a lot of problems..." Dawn barked.

"The rez I'mn from has plenty of problems and there's been crooked chiefs before. But still...you weren't there. Okay yeah..there may be shootings on the rez or in the citry there may even be people without electricity but have you ever seen anybody on the rez, Indian Clique or R Dub use a baby as a bomb? I'm talking hide a bomb in your babies diaper?"

"Have you ever been raped? Probably not. We got raped a lot in the cith and the rez. In my case it was an adult whie I was still a teenager. And I did drugs but I don't anymore I don't use my trauma as an excuse to kill me further."

"Well good for you. You're a natural fuckin girl scout. zI actually was molested okay? I'm alive the guy that did it aint he got shot by somebody else. That aint new on the rez. The only thing that's different is I hate fags. I probably wouldn't if that hadn't happened but other than that I'm all right. But you've still never seen a baby get blown up."

As Paul turned a corner, a gangster in a red beanie, a basketball jersey representing Teranto's NBA team and baggy jeans fired at them but his pistol jammed. He also had a machete which he swung with his left hand. Paul barely dove under it. He tackled him and grabbed his arm slamming it against the wall. The gang member drove an elbow into Paul's face. He ran up the stairs to get away. Paul grabbed the machete giving chase. "I'll give you credit black guys run fast but we're good long distance runners! Kinda more like Tarahumara or East Africans. You run fast but you burn out fast too. That's my way of sayin I'm gonna catch you eventually!"

The gang member saw a woman on heroinwalking down the stairs. She was a Caucasian woman with brown hair and brown eyes standing 5'4 and she wore a dirty red shirt and gray jeans. The gangster threw her down the stairs to stop Paul. Her weight fell on Paul and the machete blade jabbed into her coratid artery. She made a gurgling sound in shock as this happened. He tried to stand up but the blade was caught on her collar bone. He kicked her off it and said, "Don't look at me like that it';s not my fault it's his!" He looked at the track marks on her arms. "That'll teach you to heroin..." He said as blood gushed from her wounds and her legs began to kick and Paul swung the blade as hard as he could at her neck and sliced her head off.

He picked her head up and chased the gang member down the hall. "Man you motherfuckas crazy! Those two bitches owed us money! They crackheads man! You sticking up for rockheaded bums!"

'

Paul held the severed head up high and cried, "Keep your HEAD up oooh child things are gonna get easier...ooh child things will get brighter..." Another rival gangmember emerged from an apartment on his right but Paul had put a fresh mag in his Glock 18. He had the gun positioned through the neck hole in the head aiming out her mouth and he fired three shots striking the man once in the stomach, once in the heart and once in the left lung. The man had an AK but Paul didn't want to grab it.

Paul fired at another gang memberthrough the severed head with teh last rond destrioying the junkie woman's lips. He killed the man but the rival gang member scooped up the gun. The running gang member fired a shot and was aiming at Paul's face but he panicked and hit the severed head instead in the forehead and the round took the skin of the top knuckle off his finger and the head exploded with brain matter as three more hit the severed head. Paul staggered but he fired a few more out of reflex rather than intent. He hit the rival gang member in thegun hand, his left before tossing the severed head aside, though it resembled a snashed pumpkin and the woman's right eye was hanging out of its socket.

Paul then got the idea to pick it up again as the man was running up the stairs to the roof. Paul knew he woud likely try and get on the other side of the door and as he came up, ambush him and try and take his gun and use it. Paul threw the skull at him and beamed him and fell down the stepss. Paul then sliced the machete across his back and his spine was visible. The gang member screamed in agony. "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MAMA!" He roared

Paul held the bloody blade against his cheek.

"What's your name, punk?" He demanded.

"Niggas call me Zig, homie...

"

Sneering he said, "I think your boy there wanted to go up instead of down. It's a mistake you could make in the projects just as much as any other building. Ever make that mistake? You're in the elevator and somebody else is coming and they say one thing and you already hit the close door button to get it to go faster and you did it before you saw them? Or they're headed the same direction as you but they were just too slow? I'd say the doors closed too soon on your boy..."

"Nah man..."

"Well let's make sure I got this right. So there's no mistakes. Do you want to go up or down?"

"I don't wanna go down, homie...I wanna go up..." Paul picked him up over his shoulders and walked him up the rest of the stairs. "Yo man! What are you doing?! That's the fuckin roof...!"

"You said you wanted to go up..."

"Aight aight wait, motherfucker! I said up but that don't mean I want to get thrown off the goddamn roof...! I didn't say up then thrown off a roof!'"

"You're right. You didn't..." He said as he walked and stepped out onto the ledge and the man flailed and Paul told him, "Better be careful you don't want me to fall do you? Cause if I fall you go down with me..."

"If you try and throw me I'ma drag yo ass down with me!" Cried the gang member. "You already cut the back of my spine...fuck...!"

"I just nicked it. It shouldn't have been so close to your skin! I mean what kind of world do we live in where we can't cut a guy horizontally across the back without crippling him? Maybe my dad was right are we a generation of pussies?" He asked with a sadistic grin.

"You motherfu..." He cried in pain as the cold air hit his exposed spinal cord. "You shouldn't have shot at me and then tried to run...' Paul said.

He then said, "You didn't say you wanted to get throiwn off a roof but you were on the stairs going up to the door to the rooftop when you said it. After I cut you..."

"Man..how are you not afraid of heights?! You aint even fazed by this shit?!"

Paul smirked. "Not even a little bit...like I was saying...going up...that would make sense if you had been exactly one floor below the rooftop. But you were just a few steps towards the door to the rooftop so you're pretty much at the rooftop..." He then began to spin around and around like a wrestler and he carefully did this without falling off the ledge having learned to get much better at balance while in his teenage years he had some balance issues the way many children with Aspergers did. "St...stop...stop it...!" Cried the gangster.

"You said you wanted up so I'll do my best but since we're on the roof it's Newton's law of gravity..." He heaved the wounded gang member up above him and out over the ledge. As he fell, Paul yelled, "What goes up must come down!" The man fell screaming and he slammed his open back wound on the side door entrance to the housing projects that went from the sidewalk where in the gate looked like a prison cell. There was a sickening snap as he hit the spine in it and blood and spinal fluid decorated the top of the gate door and brain matter and broken skull fragments littered the sidewalk.

He ran to catch up with Dawn, Ace and Sokanon. Ace was carrying a Mac-10 and he fired and he struck two gang members. "Fuck post ops!" He growled. Dawn had taken a Remington off one of the dead gang members. "We should have brought better weapons for this!" She barked.

"It wasn't supposed to turn into a shootout!" Paul growled.

"As much as you've been around housing projects in Liberty City and Los Santos you should know better than that!" Sokanon scolded. "You fuckin idiot!"

"Good point, Sokanon! You're like the sister I never wanted!" K:or shot back. "And if we showed up in here with AK's and just started blazin the place it would have been a lot more trouble and these two might have mistaken us for people trying to kill them and we would have either killed them or trhey would have killed us!"

"They'd be the ones dead. There's three of us and two of them! They only got pistols too!" Ace answered.

"Try, we'd be dead. Two ex military guys against four gangsters with only one who has training."

"Speaking of which why aren't you guys carrying anything heavier than a handgun?" Demanded Dawn.

The two ex soldiers laid down two more gang members. They made their way out of the projects and Paul fired the freshly reloaded magazine as he saw the gangsters who had approached them on the way in. He made short work of them with eight shots even as they tried to scatter.

They ran and got in the truck. "It's Canada, baby girl!" Shouted Angus. "These fuckin things are barely legal."

"We're probably the only ones in that high rise who had any permits!" Shot back Terrance.

"You could have at least packed a fuckin hunting rifle!" Growled Ace.

"Weh..." Shot back Terrance.

(Fuck off)

Ace ran back into the building and then came running out. "What the fuck?!" Sokanon demanded. "I almost forgot my phone!" He crid out.

They sped off down the street and gang members fired after them with a few scrambling for their SUV's to give chase but by the time they did, they were already up a few intersections, turned east and gone. Without being hot on their tail, there was no way for them to know where to go.

Before long, he would bring them before the clanmother and she would have her grandson back. Paul would finally have a clan and be made a member of the Warrior Society. More than just a gang called the Warriors. Actual Warriors. And with that he would be heading to New Arcadia soon. Neto had made contact and had said that they were making a move on an AV dropout who had taken his girlfriend and he might need to anticipate war and get involved this time.

Even though he hadn't seen much of Neto since getting out he still felt he owed him. He wouldn't go back to La Onda. It was too big an organization too many street soldiers too many potential snitches and thy were connected to the cartel. He wanted no part of that. Somehow he felt better being in second in command in the Warriors than he ever had being an Ondero even with other Onderos being equal and being able to give the order to commit a massacre in Little New Arcadia.

really, though he felt his racial animosity was still justified, he realized it should have been done to the Ballas and Families and not a bunch of civilians. It had made Onda look worse though the cops had not officially proven that it was them or even made any arrests. It hadn't been black civilians that had fucked him over it had been other street criminals. But he still harbored anger towards the civilians who had been somewhat racist in conversations he'd heard in Los Santos towards brown people plus the shit he'd gone through in middle school and grade school in Bohan hadn't all been gang members.

He'd had issues with African Americans a lot of his life in America. It had just only been in 2013 that he saw it for what it was where as every point prior to that, he'd only hated those who hated him and fought those who disrespected him but he didn't judge African Americans as a whole. He'd been that way towards Caucasians before that sure, but that was different. Or at least he'd thought it was.

Still, since it was a bad call and could have potentially gotten people locked up and been traced back to Onda, he was surprised they hadn't green lit him. He was surprised they hadn't green lit him now.

It would still take some time before he could be a memer of the Warrior Society and he had to do a few ceremonies but he would handle that when he got back from New Arcadia.

He dialed Neto, "Hey...i'm on the first red light to New Arcadia."

"Orale carnalito. And do you think you can bring any backup? I'm giving my enemy down there a bit of a warning but it could get ugly."

"It'll just be me this time but I need an army and I'm building one beyond just my gang up here. If I need to involve them down the line I will. But if that asshole Oscar is gonna be there I need to be the one to punch his ticket. So...me being down there is traded off for getting to kill him. But if you want me to involve my crew there's one more thing I'm gonna need from you."

"What is it?"

"We'll talk about that when I get down there. But it does have a little bit to do with that Dead Beat I'm trying to find Lucifer. Plus Tanaka. But this favor comes from your neck of the woods."

"Firme bro just get down here. I'm already on the road. By the way...for now I have to work with the Ballas and Families so if that's gonna be a problem it's best if you hang back. Maybe be a sniper or something on this shit."

"I can leave tonight..." Paul thought about it. Actually that works out perfectly for me. Have the Los Santos line up there and I can observe from afar.

Ivan

They were both in a dark gray Phoenix. Ivan wore an onyx suit with a red tie and black slacks. Vasily was dressed similarly but he had on white suede bucks while Ivan's shoes were black and Ivan's tie was black while Vasily's was blue.

As they drove to Grisha's house Ivan sighed. "I still can't get used to the fact that we're taking orders from him now. After all of that bullshit we're supposed to just forget what he did?"

"It's been months, droog. And he lost his father in the fight. And so did we. His death humbled him."

"Humbled him? He was trying to kill him too. You would think he would be glad he died."

"Maybe there was a reason he was never succesful in trying to kill him..." Vasily suggested as they drove up San Andreas Avenue headed north. "If i'm being honest with you, Ivan I am getting tired of the killing. I know this is our job. But all this death and for what? So we can start World War 3? This is what Boris would have done if he had not died. As much as I hate Kenny Petrovic he did us a favor. Those orders were insane."

"Maybe but what is all this for if not to bring America to its knees? The wise men at home want revenge on America for losing the cold war. I've finally figured it out, Vasily. Even though we are not a communist nation anymore there is a change in management. Before...I wanted to bring back the old way too. And spread it worldwide. But I remember what it was like in the Soviet Union in those last days. We had to lay low and we had money but we had to live humble. I saw the bread lines. I saw people not having toilet paper. Do we really want to go back to the way things were?"

Vasily sighed. "No. No we don't. But we have orders. I'm sure we will not go back to the old ways but make no mistake our president is an asshole. Even the missions he had us doing when we were in the military. What business did we have invading neighboring countries? And then...what I did what we did to that child in New Arcadia torturing him and then blaming a prison gang member for it?"

"You seemed to enjoy it when we were doing it. I know I did..." Ivan said with a chuckle. "And did you see the news? They had a big shootout down in the swamps. They're still pulling bodies out but it's good that we weren't there. Mai was no doubt down there. I can feel it in my bones, droog. All to go after Eddie. By doing this she thinned out the numbers of the Da Nang Boyz and the 165th and Chamberlain Hills took losses."

"Yes but the men from Covenant were down there too. They are our allies and they lost some soldiers too. And now the gang injunctions in Davis are even worse. They've arrested fifty people from Covenant. The Sons are getting arrested too and the Da Nang Boyz? They just got some of their soldiers arrested too."

"So the gangs allied with Mai took a heavier loss. And the Families are feeling the squeeze as far as the gang injunctions more than anybody allied with us."

"Are they just a means to an end for you? The Ballas I mean? Just another asset to use and dispose of?" Vasily demanded. "You've been working with them for three years. You can know somebody and not truly be friends that long but three years is also enough time to get to know somebody pretty well. Do you just not care anymore because Sugar is not with them?"

"That's not what this is..." Ivan said, as his jovial mood went dark. "Fuck you for bringing her up."

"But that is the truth. You have been using them. Maybe you could even say we have been using them. Any time I was down there in South Central with you I was following your lead. Those are working class people, comrade..."

"Do any of them look like they have jobs?" Ivan snorted. "It would be one thing if you meant the working class people of Davis trying to stay out of the way of gang violence but they are gang members. They knew what they signed up for. If I had known they were planning an assault on New Arcadia i would have advised against it. They chose to go after a prison gang dropout half cocked. It wasn't like he killed any Ballas."

Ivan then pointed a finger as they drove up Eclipse. "I davayte proyasnim koye-chto yeshche, brat. YA ispol'zuyu ikh. I oni ispol'zovali menya na rabote, chtoby ubit' mnogikh svoikh sopernikov. Pochemu eto nepravil'no s moyey storony ispol'zovat' ikh, a ne ikh ispol'zovat' menya? YA boleye tsennyy boyevik s navykami, kotoryye ya ispol'zuyu. YA stoyu bol'she, chem lyuboy iz nikh, krome Stouna, obychno mozhet sebe pozvolit'. Vo vsyakom sluchaye, ya ochen' shchedro provodil vremya s khoroshimi lyud'mi s Kovenant-avenyu."

(And let's get something else straight, brother. I AM using them. And they were using me in jobs to kill many of their rivals. Why is it wrong of me to use them and not them to use me? I am a more valuable gunman with the skills I bring to the table. I am worth more than any of them can usually afford to pay other than Stone. If anything I have been very generous with my time with the good people of Covenant Avenue.)

Vasily shook his head looking out the window at the sea of faces of Los Santos unaware of what they were talking about and how closely they could have come to annihilation if what Boris Markovich wanted had come true. "Potomu chto oni mnogolyudny, a my net. Eto te lyudi, za kotorykh dolzhna srazhat'sya vsemirnaya revolyutsiya. Ili ty zabyl ob etom? Vy tol'ko chto probyli v Soyedinennykh Shtatakh tak dolgo, chto zabyli otechestvo? Vy zabyli, chto zhili v Rossii namnogo dol'she, chem v Amerike? Vy stali tem rebenkom, kotorym byli do togo, kak uznali, kto vy? Etot egoistichnyy amerikanskiy rebenok, zhivushchiy v prigorode stolitsy etoy strany? Vy zabyli, chem pozhertvovali vashi mat' i otets? Dazhe oni ne khoteli by, chtoby mezhdu nashimi dvumya stranami prodolzhalas' yadernaya voyna. Oni prosto khoteli vyigrat' kholodnuyu voynu, i eto mozhno bylo by sdelat' bez ispol'zovaniya bomb. Yasno, chto eto zakonchilos' mirno dlya Rossii i SSHA, ne tak li?"

(Because they are proliteriat and we are are the kind of people that a world wide revolution should be fighting for. Or have you forgotten that? Have you just been in the United States so long now that you have forgotten the fatherland? Have you forgotten that you lived in Russia much longer than you did America?Have you become that child you were before you knew who you were? That selfish American child living in the suburbs of this nation's capitol? Have you forgotten what your mother and father sacrificed? Even they would not have wanted a nuclear war to go on between our two countries. They just wanted to win the Cold War and that could have been done without the use of bombs. Clearly it ended peacefully for Russia and the United States, no?)

"What a fucking joke. The ghetto of Davis is nothing like the slums back in Russia. Even a poor man in America has it easier than the poor of everywhere else. You know what I've come to see from the Covenant Avenue gangsters? Mostly a bunch of people who will never rise out of poverty. If you live in Davis you can try and work a regular job to make ends meet while the dope dealers make more. In the end, the drug dealers don't make as much when you consider the streets has an expiration date. The only one I see truly wealthy in any way is Stone. He got rich from the 90's up until now. He used to sell crack back in '92 but now he has people doing it for him and taking the risk. Everybody else is just lining up to take a bullet from the Locs or the cholos. This is not smart."

"The fact that you had a girlfriend from that neighborhood should still keep you from wanting to destroy the United States..." Vasily said softly. "Wherever she is."

"I didn't want to destroy the United States. That was Markovich's idea. And as cold as Natasha and Grisha are they wouldn't have wanted it either."

"Yes well our orders are still the same. You have been sitting on the information Kuma told you before he died for months now and we still have not moved on your father's place of imprisonment. We have to move. This...your father is the only KGB agent that we know of that was captured by the enemy. Even after all these years this is not good."

Vasily turned to him and said, "You know...they will want to debrief him when we get him out safely. But our orders are to kill him. They will want proof."

Ivan sighed. "I know...this won't sit right with Henry and Paige but even they haven't seen him since the late 1980's. It is a truly fucked up situation."

They finally arrived at Grisha's house. Ivan looked with surprise to see Clyde with an African American Ivan was not familiar with. He got out and approached him. Clyde was wearing a red and white plaid button up and blue jeans. "Wow..."Ivan said. "Good way to blend in with the locals of this city. Though I am not so sure it blends in this neighborhood..."

Clyde shook his hand. "Long time no see. It's been a few years hasn't it? How's Mai?" He asked.

"You are really out of the loop my friend. Me and her are not on good terms."

"Just cause of that gang shit? You guys used to work for the same people. At the end of the day you're not a Baller and she's not Families."

"Actually she is since she found out she was DNB royalty. But fair point. i don't know what to tell you, Clyde. It isn't 2013 anymore. Nothing is the same."

"No...' He agreed. "But I wish it was. Those were simpler times...anyway...this is is from the South Side Ballas set in Strawberry. I been taking him under my wing. Kid's got talent. He's actually at the university playing football for em. Kid made it outta the hood and he's semi pro. I just want to make sure he goes pro."

"Then what are you doing running the streets you fucking idiot?!" Ivan snorted. "You should be practicing."

"Man, fuck you. You don't know me!" He tried to get in his face and Ivan didn't flinch but Clyde held him back. "Take it easy, man. This guy is with the Bravta. I know the Ballas are tough motherfuckers but this guy...he's something else..." He turned to Ivan. "Look he needs money. He has family with problems and he's still connected to the streets cause he gets in on the action of bets when it comes to his own talent. He has a chance to play and I can show him where I went wrong with not just the street life and the women but even football. There's a million different things I could have done different the day I got injured."'

"That's fine but it doesn't explain what you are doing in Vinewood Hills. At Grisha's residence of all places..."

"I go where the supply and demand takes me. As much as I don't really like the guy, he's got his own problems and I'd rather work with him than somebody like Simeon or Lamar or Madrazo. Trevor's crazy too but I'd work with him any day cause it's never a dull moment with the guy."

"All right. Then I guess we had better see what he needs from us..."

He walked in. Grisha had been drinking three shots of Jerkov but he at least wasn't doing cocaine for a while. He'd been nose hair deep in it before his father had died but once he had he lost the appetite. "Welcome my friends...and guests..." He said looking to the new bartender, a bald man who was a bit overweight and had a silver beard and a shaved head. He was a Caucasian of Armenian descent. The man set a drink in front of them. Ivan noticed that Tavit, Mardak, Daniel and Israel were all there.

"New bartender I see..." Vasily stated voicing the notice of the change. Grisha shook his head as he too another shot. "Nyet. Not new. He has been more working with us in Liberty City."

'

"Hey, carnal what are we getting into?" Asked Daniel.

"Chill, nigga!" The other Armenian stated. "Pops say we roll with the Markovich Family so it is what it is. If we gotta catch some bodies i tell you what, brah I'm running their pockets cause that shit won't just look like a 187 it'll be like we robbed a mothafucka then capped his ass!"

An Armenian Pride female member with olive skin, jet black hair standing at five foot five with a 38 inch ass who had on the chola makeup and wore a white wife beater and gray dickies and had her hair upin a ponytail and wore gold hoop earrings, replied, "You think it's good to leave fingerprints all over the scene?"

Israel grinned at her noticing she was like feeling him. "The funny though is that's what I done did in any home invasion. If I run up in somebody's spot,and I know I;m looking at forever since I already earned my ink and got some clout in these streets. They see me I know I'll be done.I know he was just try see if i knew what was up or not,

More Armenian Pride members were there a woman with brown hair and hazel eyes. Her name was Lisa her measurements were 34B - 26 - 37 and she was five eight and a hundred and thirty two pounds. She had a belly piercing and a lip piercing.

Elya had black hair and brown eyes. She was five feet tall and wore a yellow plaid button up.

38DD - 42 - 46 were her measurements./She was a chubby girl

Ava was 34D - 25 - 35 in measurements 99 lbs and five one she had brown hair and brown eyes.

Anya had blonde hair and green eyes 32B - 24 - 34 and was five seven and 114 lbs.

Ivanka was 34D - 25 - 36 in measurments and five two and about 105 lbs.

There was another named Cakes

There was a light skinned woman of Chicana and Armenian descent as well. She was five foot five and 108 lbs and had red lipstick and silver hoop earrings and a white wife beater. She was 35B - 27 - 36. Her name was Angelita.

Ivan chuckled thinking, Neto would not like seeing her running with Armenians.

Grisha announced, "We're going to be hitting a gang that has been moving in on our territory. Both us and the Armenians. Carretilla."

Ivan shot Grisha a look of confusion. "Who are they?"

"Varrio Carretilla..." Daniel replied. "They're a Vago set. They're about 400 deep. We been getting into it with those motherfuckers since forever, homie."

"All right..." Ivan nodded.

They got into their respective vehicles. Grisha was coming along as well.

Natasha turned to Ivan while Grisha was busy talking to Anatoly. "Are you sure we can risk a war with that organization in the south? Is not smart to war with them, no?"

"It's about more than just street organizations, Natasha. And they have a serial killer on their hands doing their bidding. He has his own army. They just caused that bullshit in Rancho a few weeks ago. But they're forgetting I still have an ace in the hole. Something I started when I first got to town, remember?"

"You're still involved with that? You've been with my father's organization for three years and he didn't like the idea of it."

"I kept the family out of it and meanwhile I've been solidifying my power and influence and money. We need all the allies we can get. And this is beyond just FSB or Bravta. We need more than that..."

They arrived in North East Los Santos. They spotted three Vagos on the corner. There were parked cars that were selling dope as well as people on the corner. As the van pullerd up, Mardak, Daniel and Israel leaned out. "Nice night for a wake!" Mardak announced before firing his Spas 12 at a Vago wearing a yellow and white checkered shirt and white khakis who had a light blue bandanna around his bald head who stood 5'7. He struck the man in the back before he could turn around and Israel fired an Uzi striking the other two lighting a Vago wearing a black wife beater with dark skin, slicked back black hair and a gold cross necklace and lack jeans in the chest aand right ribs with twelve rounds and his friend with another five but Daniel struck the next down with an AK-47 hitting the already wounded Vago in a Pounders jersey in the face.

The female Armenian Pride members emerged guns blazing from the van targeting the Vagos in the cars. Mace and J Bird, two other Armenian Pride gang members Ivan had heard Daniel name drop came out firing dual Glocks.

Grisha and Tavit also began to lay down heavy fire and Ivan spotted Clyde and Slim pulling up with the latter readying his shotgun. Ivan and Natasha beat feet on the pavement with their weapons, both clad in baklavas and Ivan cried out, "We'll have to pick up this conversation another time, baby!"

Rancho

"

Jose turned to the Navajo woman. "There's nothing to teach him. I don't hate Navajos but why should I teach my son the ways? They consider us Mexicanos Nikai. The same as the conquistadors. Growing up with day of the dead...I was taught to honor the dead. That's from my Mexica blood see a lot of Raza in the streets claim this sangre without knowing but I now. My family history goes back on mi padres side."

"I'm not saying Mexicans aren't Native but San Andreas isn't Aztec land..."

He nodded. "You're right. It isn't. But it's not Navajo land either. Or Apache land. So if my Mexican sangre only makes me Indigena to Mexico then the same is true for any other Native tribe. Only to whatever part of the land you're on..." He had the mentality that the continent was the right of all Indigenous but among each other in the name of tribal soveringty only certain lands belonged to certain tribes. Where non Indigenous people were concerned, it was all Native land regardless of the tribe and that was the front that had to be put up but when it came to each otrher theyh had to be honest.

"And San Andrean tribes like Chumash and Kumeeyaay and Mohave are Uto Aztecan. Athabasans come from Alaska. Sabesl,...I know Mexico is a colonial country just like America but the truth is the Aztecs started off in Utah and invaded Mexican tribes. They just weren't Aztecs back then. And then the Navajos invaded the Southwest. They aint from here either but Uto Aztecan tribes are all from the Southwest. So these Navajos that look down on me like I'm only half Native? My Mexica side is more from the Southwest than they are."

"You should still teach your kids their roots...your mom would want you to if she was still alive."

"Why? You know even among full bloods of two different tribes shit you know this as much as me. Better than me cause you're enrolled. Blood quantum means that even though I'm all the way brown, since I'm only half Navajo my kids would only be legally a quarter. Doesn't matter that before America was America we didn't have enrollment a tribe could be adopted into another or just marry someone from another tribe. And yeah...by Navajo ways I'd be considered Navajo because that's who my mom is but Aztecas are patriarchal. So I'm both."

He sighed. "I honor mi padre by keeping his picture up on Dia De Los Muertos. But I didn't with mi madre. My tias my moms sisters always told me we don't do that. And I fucin hated them for that..."

"Jose if you think about it..pictures are colonial so it'ss not lie having pictures of a dead relative is what the Aztecs did."

"You're right it's not that's a modern day adaptation. Just like the Catholic bullshit. But I could say the same thing to my Navajo side. Since we didn't have pictures and shit how can any tribe from the US sit there and have superstitions about cameras based on our ancestors making ignorant assumptions about them without nowing what they were?"

"I don't now, Joe. Crazy Horse never had his picture taken and they do say that you can see spirits in some pictures when you take them. But that didn't apply to all Laotas that was just Crazy Horse he believed it would mess with his power. But it wasn't just that. He also couldn't be grabbed by his arms and he couldn't take loot from enemy camps and neither could his warriors."

Jose nodded and he knew that these characteristics of Crazy Horse had been recorded both by Lakota oral tradition as well as accounts from white soldiers that fought him to where they could not hit him with bullets and it was just like he was told would be the case in his visions.

She added, "Then again the Aborigines in Australia thought they would take their souls away. It's just what people do with technology they don't understand sometimes. I agree with not bringing a camera to a ceremony because it takes away the intamacy that our ancestors had when we were closer to the older ways when we were more in tune with our own spirituality."

He sighed. "I don't know what you want outta me. I'm not the first Chicano to have a relative on a rez in Arizona but Apaches have more reason to hate us than Navajos do and many do but there's still more mutual respect between us and them."

"Yeah but being a Chicano...look your Mexican tribal heritage is legit it's pre colonial but being Chicano? That's basically white culture at worst at best it's street culture with a tiny bit of Aztec heritage sprinkled on top."

"That's bullshit..."

"Is it though? The term Chicano doesn't date back to before the 1900's. Yeah, it might be derivative of Mexicano but still. So that way you can't even really tie it in to the Mexican American experience with the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo in 1848 cause being Mexican American even pre dates being Chicano. Let's call it what it is, Jose. A bunch of pachucos in the 1940's thought their Mexican parents were Indian squares for having hard working jobs and they didn't like their mariachi so they listened to big band music instead. They started wearing zoot suits. They created a new identity. It might have gotten cleaned up with the Chicano image of the 60's civil rights movements but you can't deny that it was about gangster shit first."

"So? Back then gangs didn't kill each other we just fought."

"Yeah in the 40's until Onda was started in the 50's and then it was about murder. I might not be from the barrio or Mexican but I'm not stupid. We get plenty of expats from LS in Arizona with stories. It's still the Southwest. And you're forgetting Onda has its own chapter in our state and there are people that I know who have done time in the same prisons. You can identify with Aztec heritage but don't kid yourself. Being Chicano is colonial."

"You say that shit to blacks?" He asked. He wasn't racist but he wanted to know if she thought black culture was white by the same standards since they had street culture too.

"Zhinnis? Yeah. Their African culture isn't white but their culture in America is. From the way they speak to the way they worship to the way they dress, yeah. And when you think of how before Mexicans or blacks gang banged they watched Italian mafia flicks and before that they saw actual mobsters getting arrested put on trial and walking free in the papers before that in the bootlegging days. Either way you slice it that's two people cut off from their roots. But yours is much closer it's just a border away it's not hard for you to learn those ways."

"Oh but let me guess. Fry bread and Indian Tacos isn't colonized, right? You know what an Indian taco tastes like to me? A dry fuckin tostada. US Natives are always telling Mexicanos not to claim Native since we're not enrolled with tribes and to not wear a plains style headress meanwhile you see no problem disrespecting REAL tacos by putting taco stuff on a piece of fry bread. You wanna take post colonial and pre colonial? That's disrespecting a Mexican national dish. And I aint getting into the whole flour vs corn shit either. I've eaten fish tacos on corn tortilla that's a kind of tortilla and meat that would have been around here 1000 years ago."

"You might have a good point with that and you can make all these arguments to other Navajos face to face. If you think Navajos are prejudiced against Mexicans then make that point as a community member. Of both communities. That's better than you being here in South Central fucking your life up. And you could bring your girlfriend and baby. Nobody is going to disrespect your baby..."

"You think nobody is ever prejudiced against a child, Rachel?" He asked with a sneer.

"I'll defend you."

"No thanks..." He said. "I'll give you a ride back to your Hotel. The streets are dangerous around here but this visit is over."

Ivan

Days Later

"I admit it. We did use you. And if it came down to whether you would die in any of the jobs we did and us, it would have been you if we had a say in it. This is not to say we would have killed you but we are Russians. We are honest about the fact that we will put ourselves first and we'll help other countries out only to the extend that tit does not become a liability for us."

"You know what?" Stone said dipping his biscuit in honey. "That's the realest shit you ever said. Cause if I'm keeping it a buck with ya ass if it was any of ya'll that got popped when we went up against the Loc niggas or anybody in ya'll litt;le mafia wars, ripping ioff dealers any of that shit I say better ya'll than us. But you know what? That means we can be real business partners cause you and me we understand this shit is just business."

"So let me ask you something. You like blackl womeb right? Does that run in the family?"

"Not women but my mother had a fling with a black power type in the 80's."

"A black power nigga with a white girl. That's some hypocritical shit. Did it pset you?"

"When I learned, yes but not because of who he was. It's an affair but at the end of the day, both my parents cheated on each other. You think people in Davis are bad at being in a commited relationship you shouild meet somebody with KGB agents for parents."

"So what ended up happening to him?"

"He agreed to join our cause at the time in 1980. Black people in America were never as ideologically opposed to communism as white people. But the FIB caught wind of what he was up to. They wanted to know why somebody from the projects was in contact with KGB They wanted to catch him alive but he chose to go out fighting."

"Well that's fucked up but that shit happens on the daily only difference now is niggas got cameras."

Ivan added, "Besides, Stone you're the one bothered by interacial relationships."

"Yeah, when the man is white..."

"You fucking hypocrite. Russians didn't own any black slaves in America. I'm exempt. My people are the immigrants to Liberty City in the 1900's with lice checks not slave ship 1800's immigrants."

"Look chill I just used to fuck white bitches in the 90's but it used to be more like on some pimp shit and they was strung out some of em but I still like sistas more. You got a point about Russians not doing that shit and maybe the numbers aint exactly equal with white dudes getting with sistas but still. It's like a historical shiver, dog. Plus you're a lot older than Sugar is. I wasn't older than the women I got with and I kept it Nubian since the mid 90's. Or at least sisters that were mixed but still black. Keep it 100 with me, bro. Do you prefer white or black girls?"

"I usaally prefer Russian if I can help it but I don't really care. I'd say maybe equal between Russian and black girl with Russian women we still have the culture in common but black girl is better than white American women."

"What if it's a black woman from Russia? Actually nah better yet who you like fuckin better?"

"I admit...with the blacker women I can't get enough. I like proving that whatever stereotype they heard about European males it at least is not true fore Russians. I'm sure they think the same when they date Germans and Italians. Second, it seems to me that they stay "Wet" longer than white women do, who tend to "Dry Out" as they get older. I'm ex KGB current FSB so i've been fucking older women a long , the feelings I get from just touching a black vagina is somehow..electric.. I can't explain it, but I can feel it both from touching their vagina with my fingers and inserting my penis. It seems to me that the darker they are the greater that "Electric" feeling is. Plus the labia...so dark but then pink in the middle. It's an intoxicating contrast."

Stone sighed. "I don't like what you said, homie cause I don't like that you know that but I know what you said is true so...we'll leave it at that and I at least respect you had the balls to say it."

Ivan asked, "Do we have a deal? Will you support us in New Arcadia? There's a war to come with them."

"Yeah we're headed there tonight actually. H Bomb from the Locs reached out. As much as I got complicated history with that nigga...he came at Janea and G Bone in broad day light. He gotta get fucked up. We gotta be the ones that help take that motherfucker down if not get him ourselves."

"Be careful he's dangerous. Are you sure you don't want me to come down there myself?"

"Nah I need you to hang the fuck back. We'll get Eddie we got enough people going after him. If you hang back...then you can consider it done that we'll have your back against this Roman nigga. We're gonna be up close in his face anyway and see what's happening see what he's about. Plus he pissed off one of my soldiers."

Mai

She showed up to check in on Ulu and Mahana to see how they were after the fact with the shootout in New Arcadia against Eddie. They were introducing more people to her. She had seen the two women before at the shootout in New Arcadia but not the guy.

Kehlani was 5'5, Tongan, and weighed 160 had light skin and black hair and brown eyes wearing a black polo shirt and gray khakis. Lolo was a mix of Caucasian and Samoan with golden brown skin and a black beard and mustache and sun bleached brown hair that was light tied back in a ponytail. He was six foot four and wore a mint blue t shirt and blue jeans. He was in his forties. He had just gotten out of county jail.

Ulu said, "That's Lolo. The homie from way back in the day he aint the exact first generation of SOP but he's right around the same time ike right up under them."

He introduced one more female gang member. "That's Juicy..." He pointed to a woman of Tongan descent. She wore a green and white checkered shirt and short shorrts. You sure are...Thought Mai lustfully intending to think of her when bathing later. She was fresh off her cycle and she was horny. She'd never been with a Polynesian before and she wanted to fuck Juicy and Kehlani. She wouldn't have minded a go at Ulu or Mahana either.

"Seems like more soldiers than usual. What's going on?" She asked.

"We're tooling up for war soon..." Stated Mahana. "Truth is..and i told the homies this shit I'm tired of wearing with cholos but the Vagos gotta pay or the Aztecas do but we hit Vagos all the time but since the Vagos are under Neto too he gotta pay. The way they did Foga was still dirty we aint forgot that shit..."

Ulu nodded adding, "Yeah. Plus that shit back there...that little shit the other day the Vagos hit us and we're tired of it. Actually it was Aztecas and Vagos. They hit us during a deal...I don't know why you'd be against it. They came for your pops too right?"

She nodded. "I know...and I'm gonna kill Neto for it. I just can't come at him directly just yet. He's got too many eyes on me. He needs a distraction. Right now he's tied up with those people in New Arcadia. He just got himself pretty banged up down there. There was talk of a truce between the two but I know it won't last. He's hurt but a wounded animal is the most dangerous."

"That's not true..." Stated Ulu. "They be most dangerous when they're at top strength!"

"Nah, stupid it's different rules for the animal kingdom..." Kehlani stated.

"Why?" Asked Ulu. "Aint human beings animals?"

"You are but the rest of us aint..." Smiled Juicy.

"Ulu's right..." Stated Lolo breaking his own silence. "While he's wounded is the best time to strike..."

"His left and right hand aren't..." Mai said.

"Isn't his left hand that Azteca bitch that lost a fight to Thire? I think we can handle him if he's dumb enough to get in our way. In fact he was most likely in on hitting us. So was his right hand man. The guy from 49th street. If you don't want us to do a full scale strike? All right..." Lolo stood up from his place on the porch and towered over her. She wondered if he was trying an intimidation tactic since he towered over her. She had to admit he made her a little wet too and his size was a bit intimidating in a way that turned her on.

"Fine..." He continued. "I respect our men and women in uniform. But we still do need to strike. In a way that will distract him. Somebody that will send a message."

"I don't think you should risk going after Joaquin..." Mai said. "Even I would be careful myself against him. I think I could maybe take him one on one but then i'm not entirely sure. He is an ex Seal. Jose might be a better bet but he has a kid now I'm not sure if his girlfriend popped I was keeping tabs before but haven't checked in a while. I'd say leave him be for now too. There is El Camello. Lee wanted him dead but I'm still not even sure why he hasn't even told me...but there's others like Pavo or Troubles or Listo...as much as I hate Neto though...leave Gata alone. She went through enough getting taken by Eddie and she might have bad taste in med but still."

"Yeah...all those sound good..." Mahana stated. "We may have to settle for whatever we can get though. We don't even know if we're gonna be hitting up the Aztecas or Vagos. I mean for sure we'll be hitting up Vagos cause we always do in our hood but I'm talking about Rancho Vagos we don't know if we're going after the Aztecas or them. Maybe both."

"What if we could get to Jose without hurting his baby mama?" Suggested Juicy.

"Or we could bring that guy Camello to your friend Lee and let him finish what he started in Rancho?" Asked Kehlani.

"I wouldn't mind doming Pavo..." Stated Ulu. "But Neto might not care as much about a motherfucker like that as he would El Culebra. I'm willing to risk it against that motherfucker cause that's his best piss rag weapon."

"Nah you know who it should be? Helgada. Or maybe Triste..." Stated Mahana.

Ulu shook his head. "If what Mai has told us about all them is true he probably won't care that much if either of them died. Sure you don't want us to cap his bitch?"

Mai nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. If you can try Jose without getting the mom, go ahead. If you go after Culebra, you better not miss but I have to admit that would take a huge thorn out of my ass. But I tink I like the Camello option best. True, it might not be you who'd kill them but you wouldn't be able to get to him without taking down some Aztecas anyway and Neto does seem to respect him a lot even if he doesn't always see him that often."

Lolo made a suggestion. "Why don't you give us twenty four hours. We'll hit up who we hit up and whoever it is we'll be sure to make a big scene of it."

Mai nodded. "Sounds good..."

Teranto

Ray looked at Sheldon who had his girlfriend with him. He had met her and now the three were eating dinner in the Hotel room. "Look, I been hearing the Triads have been looking all over for you..." He said. He looked at the woman, Nina and said, "You love him?"

She was a curly haired mixed looking black woman of distant Jamaican ancestry, being second generation Canadian. She nodded. "Yeah..."

"Cool. So this is what I'm thinking. Even if you want nothing to do with the rap game and even though i'm gonna be touring all over the states and Canada...I'm thinking of not having this be the place I rest my head anymore. I'm thinking of moving back to St Paul. What do you think of coming with me?"

Sheldon and Nina shot each other a look, uncertain.

Elsewhere

Sun Kang was smoking a cigar. One of his men made a suggestion. "What about that Tow Gee from New Arcadia? Maybe he could help."

"To find Sheldon? He's a resourceful kid I'll give him that..." The Triad boss stated. "He handled himself well and now I gotta send twenty of my guys to help his friend. But with this? I don't think he'd be interested in a job like this. Coming to Teranto just to find one missing Ha Gwei that we couldn't find? He's got a lot on his plate. It'd be a weird fuckin choice and I'm not sure he'd do it."

"Well we gotta think of something...that asshole could talk."

"We should see what the Warriors know about it..." Sun Kang declared. "And even if they know nothing maybe they can help us look. I know Shep wasn't any happier dealing with the Yardies than we are. If anything we did him a big favor."

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The Martindale Housing Projects are based on the Toronto Housing Projects at Regent Park South in Toronto.

Tanya is based on Kira Queen

Lisa is based on Nina Terror

Cakes was based on Tanya Tung

Tati is based on Jasmine Spice

Ava is visually based on Evie Delatosso

Anya is based on Kristy Garett

Guera is based on Alysa Gapes

Angelita is based on the pornstar Domino who is said to be Mexican and Filipina but she looks more Mexican so I figured making her half Armenian doesn't make that much a difference. Plus shes from Burbank which is much closer to Glendale than Watts or Florence and originally was gonna make her an Azteca but this makes more sense.

J Bird is visually based on Felie Valle Costa

Mace is visually based on Lilo Brigante Jr

Kehlani is based on Mz Bankok

Lolo is based on Jason Momoa he may have not have played a gangster in anything I seen but he is a villain in a lot and he was in Red Road where he played kind of a drug thief and career criminal. He'll appear younger in Carpe Diem too.

Juicy is based on Ayana Haze

kahrha:kon in the woods is based on Kanesetake

Kaní:ionte which means on the hooks is based on Kahnawake reserve

Kahehe:take is based on the Akwesasne reserve and it's thee name of the fictional Kanienkehaka reserve on the show Bad Blood it means on the garden originally I thought it was based on Kahnawake but when they mentioned it being a border rez that says Akwesasne.

I wanted to have motre Polynesian gangsters so i introduced more oc's. I know i didn't show the full extent of what Ivan and co. are doing with Armenian Pride, Clyde and Slim but I will next chapter oh and that gang they hit up is based on Toonerville Rifa 13. I introduced a bunch more Armenian Pride OC's because some of them are gonna die in this upcoming gunfight.

I decided to also have Ivan and Stone have a conversation before Stone went after Eddie but I just want to make clear that while Paul talked to Neto first and Ivan talked to Stone, I had it be days later because I wanted to show that conversation but still i can revea how the gunfight went down next chapter but where Mai was talking to the Polynesians takes place after Zilla's last chapter update.

Also why Paul got out twenty nine people from his own tribe outta prison in addition to Angus and Terrance (Who i am undecided on actotsr wise i think onee should be Justin Rain but im not sure which) thats because there is this crime article from 2008 where 29 people from Kahnawake, Akwesasne and Kahnesetake got arrested with guns, marijuana and i forget what else but they were smuggling weed down to the United States. I don't know how much time those guys got but assuming it was a life sentence and Paul gets them out in the end of 2016 that's still a lengthy stretch they did.

Also what do you think Paul wants from Neto in addition to when he tries to kill Marco? And what do you think Ivan means in terms of his own private army to contrast Mark Roman's Merryweather plus Patrick's cult? I alluded to it much earlier is the only hint. It has been three years in the story though.

It's not something he really got Paul, Neto or Mai involved with either despite them being room mates. He kept it from them.