New Bordeaux

One Month Later

Frank is driving through the country side outside the city of New Bordeaux, his windows down due to the warmer weather of the American South compared to the bitter cold of New York. He is currently heading towards Sinclair Parish, a small community outside the city. After their first meeting, Frank had informed Ciara that he would need time to arrange for weapons, ammo and other supplies to be transferred to New Bordeaux. She understood, it would give her more time to collect intel on Lincoln Clay's criminal syndicate.

Frank had been lucky that he had both contacts and stashes of weapons down in the south, just in case he needed to go down there to take care of some business. A former war buddy down there, a US Army Special Forces member by the name of J.R. Walker arranged to have several stashes of his guns moved to a secure location in Bayou Fantom, the swamp lands outside the city. He had also spent time studying the area to better understand the layout of the city.

Now he was on his way to the location that Ciara had provided for him when she was in New York. He is currently riding in a nondescript sedan, so as not to look suspicious. After a few minutes, Frank enters the main town within the Parish. It has the small town community feel like any other time. From what Frank had learned, the place expanded a little bit in the early 90's, being bigger than it was during Lincoln's rise to power.

The GPS installed into the car guided Frank to the address, he found himself slightly out of town. When the GPS announced he had arrived, Frank looks to see a small two story house with a drive way and garage. Frank pulls into the drive away, puts the car in park and turns it off. Once out of the car, Frank begins his walk up to the front door. Frank is wearing a gray collared shirt that is opened up at the front, black tank top, blue jeans and black jeans. He also had a small armpit holster with an S&W 642 in it, a small .38 caliber revolver. If this was some sort of trap, then Ciara would get the business end of this gun.

Before Frank could knock on the door, it opened up and standing there is Ciara. She is wearing a skin tight white shirt that showed off her womanly features, blue jeans and black shoes. Her left hand is hidden behind the door, Frank knew she was hiding a gun but if she wanted to kill him, she would have already shot him. She was likely just hiding it from public view.

While she caught Frank by surprise, he never showed it.

"Welcome Castle, lets head into my 'Office' so to speak," Ciara said as he motion with her head for him to come in.

She moved to the side and allowed Frank to come inside. Once in, Frank turned to watch Ciara to close the door. He had been correct that she had a gun, a small Beretta PX4 Storm was in her left hand. Once she locks the door, she turns to Frank.

"Sorry if I spooked you there but I have this place wired with cameras to see who is coming and going, I saw you coming," She said to him.

Frank simply shrugged it off, he did the same thing with his main hide out and some of his safe houses where he would lay low after a successful mission. The former NSA agent soon motioned for him to follow her, which he did. He took a quick look at the house, it was barely furnished, just enough to ward off suspicion if someone came around. Frank continued to follow Ciara, leading them into the basement of the house.

When they got down there, it was completely different from the upstairs. It is furnished with computers and other electronic devices, it also had a large screen TV set up. Also there is a small cot and a small kitchen area built in. Ciara had transformed the basement into a Tactical Center for them. She soon pulled a seat for him.

"Let's get down to business."

Frank took a seat while Ciara took her position behind the computer set up for her. She took a remote and turned it on, showing her computer screen for Castle. She began to click through the folders relevant to the mission at hand soon a map showed up, colored coded purple, blue and green.

"So here is the layout of New Bordeaux and the colors represent the gangs that inhabit the districts," Ciara stated.

After a few more clicks, she brought up images of African-American men doing various things, they wore shades of purple or rode in purple low rider cars.

"These are the Haitians, they pretty much the wild ones of the syndicate. They push most of the drugs within the city and when someone gets out of line, they are the ones sent in to make said someone an example. From what I learned, they pretty creative on what they do to people," She started.

Frank could only imagine, he had heard that Haitians could be very extreme. Some people are so scared of them that they would give them a wide berth.

"They run Delray Hollow, Southdowns and Barclay Mills. Their leader is a woman who goes by the name Isabella, she took over in the early 2000's when their original leader Cassandra went missing. They usually have a man act as a decoy leader for the group but thanks to modern technology and them using cell phones, I was able to pinpoint her as heading up the Haitians," Ciara finished.

Frank studied the woman seen on the TV, an older black woman, likely in her late forties or late fifties with a smug smile and a sadistic glare on her face. Soon the picture went away and soon it was replaced with white men either wearing track suits or nice clothing and suits. Frank recognized Italians when he saw them, having dealt with them for years.

"Here is the Italians, these guys were apart of a breakaway crew when Lincoln's war with the Marcano's, lead by made man from Empire Bay named Vito Scarletta. He's pretty infamous within the Mafia, he was suspected of killing off two of the families within the city and was sent down here but Sal Marcano heated him. Years of abuse and Marcano screwing him over on the National Reserve heist that happened in '68 lead him to throw in with Lincoln," Ciara explained.

A picture showed Vito at various times of his life. One showed him in a World War 2 paratrooper uniform, which caught Frank's eye, this man once fought against the greatest evil in history only to waste his life as a criminal. The second picture was definitely in the 60's when he was in his forties. The last picture seemed to be more recent, now he's in his 90's, Frank had to admit, any Mafia goon who lived that long had to be tough.

"The Italians run River Row, Frisco Fields and Downtown. These guys are the ones who move all kinds of stolen merchandise, contraband and other forbidden shit within city. They also run protection rackets as well, you know, typical mob shit. While Vito is still considered the leader, he's delegated most of his duties to his underboss, a bastard by the name of William Russo or Billy the Beaut," Ciara finished.

The next picture is of Russo, good looking man in a white suit. Frank dealt with men like him before, they were tough when taking on innocent men but folded like an old wallet when match up against some one who could fight back.

Soon the screen changed to white men wearing more causal clothes, they were near a bar. Frank had a feeling they would be Irish.

"Last up within the city is the Irish," Ciara stated.

If Frank smiled at all, he would do it right now for guessing correctly.

"These guys are the ones who move all the moonshine through this city and handle most of the gun-running as well. They were lead by this dyke named Nicki Burke after her old man Thomas died of liver cancer shortly after Lincoln took over. She lead them until '86 when she up and quit and moved away to Baton Rouge. After that a high ranking member named James Cooley takes over until he gets killed by some Cubans he fucked with in the late '90's, after that the Irish has been lead by his son Finn," Ciara stated.

Frank saw the pictures of Nicki Burke, first in her younger years in the 60's and a picture of her now, in her late seventies. Frank didn't know what to do with her yet, she lead the Irish and was apart of Clay's Syndicate for a solid eighteen years before quitting. However she did turn her back on crime. Frank would deal with that later.

He also saw picture of Finn Cooley, a lanky man with brown hair and blue eyes that had wild look to them. Frank had a feeling he would be a pain in the ass to deal with.

"These guys run Pointe Verdun, the French Ward and Tickfaw Harbor. And that pretty much it for the main three," Ciara finished.

"Is that all?" Frank question.

"There is two others, one is what I would call a junior partner and the other is an independent faction," Ciara answered.

After a few more clicks, a picture showed up and Frank saw the unmistakable evidence of bikers. Men of multiple races seemed to make up this group, their patch showed a skeleton with M60 in his hands.

"These guys are the War Torn MC, they were formed back in the seventies by military guys coming back from Nam. They're a little different compared to other biker gangs. They have a strict requirement of being former military to be even considered to be a prospect within the club. Even then, they keep their numbers very tight, they have roughly thirty patched in member including their leadership and the last person they allowed in was back in 2009," Ciara stated, "They are based right here in Sinclair Parish."

Frank didn't notice any bikers on his way in but he didn't drive around to check the place out, he came straight here.

"They joined up with Clay after they got bigger but unlike the main three in the city, they mostly bodyguard for this guy named Mitch Decosta, he used to be Clay's main weed guy but he has since moved on to making crystal meth for the Worn Torn to sell to the citizens. The leader of this motley crew of fucks is this guy, Rob Robertson, Desert Storm vet and ex-82nd Airborne. He took over after the last leader was killed in his sleep, some say he did it but no one knows," Ciara finished.

Frank again looked at the screen and at the leader of the Worn Torn, a tall athletic guy with short, shaggy dirty blond hair and mean looking green eyes. Like the rest of his gang, he had a leather vest with the patch on the pack, gray shirt, blue jeans and black motorcycle boots on.

After a few more clicks, the image on the screen showed men in casual clothes with the Confederate battle flag shown on shirts and jackets on.

"And these racist fucks are the Dixie Militia, they started out as two faction originally, the Southern Union and the Dixie Mafia. The Union is what you get if the Klan was run by Catholics and the Dixie Mafia has been around since Reconstruction. They were both decimated by Clay during his rampage and the two groups merged in the 80's to form the Dixie Militia. They were decimated again the 90's and kinda died out until four years ago. They'll little more than dumb ass white power types who gang up on colored people when they can but rumor has it they are making moves like stockpiling weapons and ammo," Ciara explained.

Frank should have known he would have to deal with these types of men, given the south is chalk full of them. They're in the north as well but not in any significant number. With all the intel he needed, he could start to formulate a plan of attack, he already had something in mind. He stood up from his chair and turned to Ciara.

"I'm going after the bikers first, they're the weakest link."

"Agreed and we're lucky, they're set up at a bar called Landry's just outside of town and they are having a meeting there in a couple of days. Plus there is a country music concert going on at the same time and the Sheriff's department will be busy providing security there. So striking them there will be easy and there will likely be no innocents there," Ciara stated.

Frank gave the woman a curt nod and decided to prepare for his strike. Soon the war for New Bordeaux would begin.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES

So here is the next chapter of War in New Bordeaux, again this is just a set up for the war and an intro to the gangs of New Bordeaux. This chapter is for those people who have never played the game before.

I decided to add the War Torn MC for the purpose of having Clay add new criminal gangs into his empire. I also decided to merge the two white supremacist faction from the original game into one entity. Again for those who didn't play the game, the Southern Union is basically the Klu Klux Klan but are Catholic(in real life most KKK organizations are anti-catholic.)

As you can see as well Billy Russo and Finn Cooley have been added into this story. Felt like adding in characters from Punisher into this as well. As you can tell, these versions are not the scarred up versions...yet.

And to answer a reviewers question, this version of Frank is not a Vietnam vet. This is a slightly younger version of him, he spent 12 years in the Marines before his family died and has been a vigilante for 12 years as well. That would mean he entered the Marines at age 18 in 1993 and his family died 2005, this would mean Frank is a veteran of the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. He was 30 when his family died and now he's roughly 42 years of age within the story.