Grand Theft Auto: New Arcadia

by Zilla 2000

The story of an FIB Agent, a crew of gunmen, and Gun-Runners trying to survive, clean up, and rise in the city of New Arcadia. A city where drugs, corruption, and murder go hand-in-hand and those living there try to survive with scars that were left after a hurricane washed away much of their lives and brought an influx of pain, problems, and fear into their city.

69. Chapter 69

Chapter 69: A Truce Forged from Love and Friendship

Valentine's Day in New Arcadia

New Arcadia

"How the fuck did I get here?"

This was the exact thought passing through both the minds of the men dubbed Santa Muerte and The Concrete Soldier as they found themselves sitting in across from each other at a long table with their heads down trying to block out the sounds of their arguing and screaming friends and comrades with little interest.

"FUCK YOUR PEACE!"

"FUCK YOU!"

"YOU DIDN'T WIN SHIT!"

"PICK YOUR DEAD AMIGOS UP BITCH AND TELL ME WE DIDN'T WIN!"

"KEEP TALKING CHINO WE'LL PUT YOU BESIDE THEM!"

"FUCK YOUR HOMIES THEY DEAD!"

These were the most common phrases being yelled out amongst the two sides as peace negotiations continued to fail with both Alison, Ana, Ren, Kyra, and even Jill looking back at the two sides of mostly men arguing with each other like men in congress.

Before long they all found themselves asking the same question.

How the fuck did I get here?

Two Days Prior

"AHHHH!" the low pain filled moan of the youngest Roman quickly filled the air of his bedroom as he found himself finally opening his eyes after another long nap before looking to his right side and noticing a familiar redheaded woman lying beside him fast asleep with her hand resting on his side.

"Shit!" Mark groaned out while rubbing his sore shoulder and hands before feeling a soft hand being placed on his shoulder and forcing him back down on the bed.

"You should be resting…not moving around." Came a familiar voice to the youngest Roman that caused him to look up and notice a familiar Chinese American woman staring at him with a half-smile on her face.

"Right…stay and bed long enough for you and your IAA buddies to steal my kill. It ain't gonna happen." He spoke out with venom in his tone.

"Mark if we wanted to take Neto I can easily take him." She pointed out while moving to take a seat beside the injured Roman.

"Let's talk facts." She started before giving Mark a smile. "I wouldn't need to call for backup to take Neto. You're injured and despite the many guards you have watching over Neto, none of them would even think about raising a gun to me because they know what you'd do to them if they did." She continued earning an eye-roll from the youngest Roman. "If I wanted Neto I can just…walk in and walk out like I'm making groceries."

"Then why don't you?" Mark asked with some anger in his tone.

"Because I know you'd never forgive me if I did." She stated while reaching out and rubbing the upper arm of the youngest Roman. "I know you really want to kill him for everything he's done, but you have to know that I can't let you do that." She started causing the man to pull away from her.

"Killing Neto will only bring more conflict, conflict that will see more innocent lives being lost." She stated while Mark gave a growl. "We both have different views about this country but we both don't want to see anymore killing." She finished.

"So what do you want me to do then…just let him walk out of here so he can come back and kill more of us?" Mark asked with hatred in his tone.

"Not if you make peace." Came a familiar voice that caused both Mark and Ana to turn their heads and notice a familiar Japanese woman standing in the doorway of the room with a rather serious look spread across her face.

"And how do you suppose we do that?" Mark asked with venom in his tone.

Hours Later

"AHHH!" Neto screaming out similar to Mark as he found himself emerging from icy cold water in a dark dimly lit room with the song Sexy and I Know It by LMFAO blaring loudly as he quickly scanned the room before his eyes quickly fell on a somewhat familiar trio standing in the doorway with mixed looks on each of their faces.

"Madre de Puta Chino!" Neto screamed out while eyeing Lee closely and noticing the anger in his eyes.

"You got five minutes." Lee spoke out before moving to turn around and close the door on Ren and Alison who stood by with mixed looks on their faces before turning to Neto who eyed them closely.

"You finally gonna get your hands dirty for your pet red?" Neto asked while giving the woman a twisted smile before watching them both approaching him and to his surprise instead of motioning to touch him turn off the radio that had the rather annoying song playing on loop for two days straight.

Torture

When it came down to the street a lot of people thought it was just physical torture that hurt people the most, but Neto knew well that mental torture worked a lot better and didn't put forth a lot of effort.

Thanks to Mark, BSU was connected to the IAA and their methods of torture were IAA based. Since his battle with Mark, he's been deprived of sleep, forced into stress positions, left in dark dimly lit rooms, and even injected with various drugs and toxins courtesy of Lee that kept him awake in a catatonic state.

Nothing physical was done to him, he hadn't even been waterboarded, but he knew that was because he was being saved. If Mark and Lee weren't gonna kill him, they IAA would be taking him and they'd want him without a scratch.

He knew it wouldn't be long before the group killed him, they were more than likely waiting for Culebra and the rest to make their way down on a rescue mission where they could wipe them all out. No loose ends.

This now all seemed to be out of place for him.

Alison had turned off the music and Ren was approaching him and moving to help him out of the ice filled bathtub with a concerned look on her face.

"You saved our lives." She started to the confusion of the man. "Now we'll help save yours." She added causing the Ex-Cartel Gunmen to eye her with a raised brow before turning to Alison and seeing a half-smile spread across the woman's face.

Present

That was how they got here.

Peace sounded so good at first to Alison and Ren but seeing both sides going back and forth now made them both just want to give up and let both sides have at each other.

BOW

It was the deafing sound of a gunshot that quickly caused everyone to go silent and look over in the direction of the blast and see a familiar Chinese woman standing with Mark's smoking M1911 in her hand and held up at the ceiling.

"Can y'all quit putting holes in the ceiling?" Manfred asked with a hint of anger in his tone at the damage the group had done to the club in the last couple of days.

"Well it seemed like all of you needed something to stop talking over each other." The IAA Agent pointed out with venom in her tone before making her way over to the table with a serious expression donned over her face.

"So either all you are gonna sit down and come to a respectable truce or all of you are gonna be sitting in an IAA Black site wondering why you can't remember the last two years." She yelled out.

"Like we'd let you." Trouble spoke out earning a look from Ana who merely gave her a sinister smile.

"If she can or can't isn't up for debate." Mark started completely breaking the silence and causing all eyes to fall on him. "We are here to finally end all hostilities between our two sides. We've spilled a lot of blood on each side and it's about time we get back down to business and matters in our own respective cities." He finished earning a loud scoff from Joaquin.

"Is that the same bullshit you told Ernesto before you killed his entire family?" the Ex-Navy seal pointed out while Mark merely smiled at him.

"Nah I actually let him know that I was gonna kill his son, but I did make an attempt on his life to spare him the pain of having to bury his kids." The youngest Roman added while eyeing the group angrily.

"And that makes you the better man." Pavo asked in anger.

"He and his side did no different when they slaughtered Cheta's entire family." He replied with little emotion in his tone.

"You killed Pajaro." Chela added in anger.

"And I don't regret it." Mark pointed out while giving the woman a twisted smile. "The same way I don't care about what happened to Ernesto's or Cruz's family, the same way Neto doesn't care about what he did to Miller, Viktor, or Luna." He pointed out angrily earning a loud scoff from Neto who finally made his voice heard.

"Spare me the shit about that Cuban bitch." He stated in anger. "Do you know the difference between me and your Chinese boyfriend…I actually cared about Nata. He didn't give two fucks about Luna…when his eyes are all set on Mai." He finished in anger causing Lee to eye him angrily. "Should have domed her when I had the chance."

"Then you really wouldn't be here right now." The Chinese man pointed out trying to hide his emotions. "You really want to sit here and say you loved someone but you moved on pretty quick…with a girl who shares a close enough name with the one you lost." He finished.

"Fuck you Chino!" Nata yelled out while rising to her feet in rage.

"Neto killed Luna with Cyanide, you ever seen what happens to someone who gets poisoned with Arsenic?" the Chinese man asked with little emotion in his tone.

"And there's the main reason why we can't come to a truce Mark." Neto pointed out with a smile. "Do you remember what you said during our battle Mark, me and you aren't thieves we're warriors pretending to be thieves just for a fight, but Lee isn't a warrior…he's just a rogue pretending to be one." He finished causing Lee to eye him angrily.

"At the end of the day though he's my brother and you won't lay a hand on him…ever." Mark pointed out in anger before reaching under his wheelchair and picking up a notebook and a pencil. "Now here are the terms for our side of the truce." Mark started earning raised brows from the group.

"First order of business is we'll unfreeze your bank accounts, giving your people back access to all of your funds." He started earning a series of mixed looks from the group. "Second order of business is we'll pull our surveillance teams off you." Mark let out to which Neto replied with a simple smile.

"We killed your surveillance team." Neto pointed out with venom in his tone.

"You killed one surveillance team; we've still got more than enough." Jimmy corrected with a smile.

"We'll also thrown in a couple of thousand to repair the damages we've done to your neighborhoods and pay off funerals." Mark let out while eyeing the group closely.

"How about you take your offers and go fuck yourself." Chela chimed in with a voice that could kill if she were a tiger.

"You think you can just buy us out and we'll forget everyone you killed?" she asked in anger while Jimmy merely gave the woman a smile.

"As my brother pointed out to you earlier, you wouldn't be receiving anything but bullets if we were doing things our way." The man of Irish and Jewish descent spoke out with little emotion in his tone.

"Neto is beaten, Ernesto is beaten, and all of you are figurately speaking sitting with your hands behind your backs getting another option then a bullet." The Chinese man corrected with little emotion in his tone. "If I were you I'd take the deal, because if no deal is met the only way you're all getting out of here is washed down the river." He added earning angry looks from the group who looked to the other BSU members standing around the table armed with weapons including a BSU member in the VIP section with a Sniper Rifle trained directly on Culebra.

'End your proxy wars against us." Neto pointed out to the confusion of many of the BSU members with the exception of Mark, Lee, and Jimmy. "Starting wars and overthrowing governments is the calling card of the IAA, and you've learned a thing or two from your ruca Mark." He added while Mark eyed him closely.

"You supply weapons to the Asian Gangs down in Cypress Hill as courtesy of your alliance with the Da Nang Boyz, your marked our locations to the Ballas and Families for them to hit us up, and I can't prove it but I think you had a hand to play in the recent Civil War Ivan fought with the Russians." He stated while Mark merely smiled at him. "To top it off you have a serial killer running around with a deranged cult attacking and killing us as well." He added while Mark sat in silence.

"We want it all to end, you can do whatever you want to black and yellow but if you use them against us we'll have a problem." Neto finished prompting all eyes to fall on Mark who merely gave him a chuckle before answering out.

"Done, we'll stop with the Proxy Wars but our relationship with the Da Nang Boyz is lasting, we won't get involved in their wars but as long as they have enemies and they need guns we'll continue to supply them. We won't assist them in fighting against you…so long as you keep your guns trained off Mai." Mark pointed out earning a chuckle from Neto.

"We both know the answer to that already Roman." He replied with a smile on his face.

"And that's the reason we're all sitting here now." Mark shot back with venom in his tone.

"Her people and her Papa have done unforgivable damage to the homies down in Cypress and our own Barrio." He added with little emotion in his tone. "That at gonna end Mark."

"Then allow me to remind you of this." Ana pointed out with little emotion of her own and prompting Neto to eye her closely. "Mai is an agent of the IAA and should anything happen to her…you'd have bigger things to worry about then them." She stated while looking down to Mark while Neto merely smiled at her.

"I'm shaking Femme Fatale." Neto let out with a chuckle.

"As for Patrick he's a serial killer, he goes where he wants and kills who he wants without the need of us telling him anything." Mark stated while Neto eyed him closely.

"Don't pull that crap with me." Joaquin spat with venom in his tone. "You pull his strings just as much as he pulls yours." He added while Jimmy eyed the man angrily.

"Well you are right about something≥." Mark spat out while leaning back in his seat before going over his options but ultimately agreeing to the terms.

"Is that it?" Mark asked with venom in his tone.

"No?" Neto spat out with a smile on his face. "You give a free pass to any Southsider from Ernesto or Cruz's hoods." He added to which Mark replied with a firmly with a 'Not gonna happen!".

"Then we don't have a deal." Joaquin pointed out before hearing the racking of a Shotgun courtesy of Lee who merely smiled at him and said, "No skin off my nose!".

"If the roles were reversed right now and we were sitting in your seats…do you think you'd spare any of my brothers?" Mark asked with little emotion in his tone. "We both know the answer to that already because Lee has scars to prove it and Thire, Tup, and Ren are still getting word about guys from LS that you and your people are finding and putting down like dogs." Mark let out with venom in his tone.

'If they stay here, they die, if they try and regroup and come back after me they die, or should i get sick of their presences…they die. And that goes for your Vagos and Azteca's both here and in Sunbelt, not that we have to worry about them though the Rifa's are mopping them up as we speak." He continued with little emotion in his tone that earned growls from the rest of the group.

"If they decide to leave the city, I will honor my declaration on not going after them, but should they stay…then all bets are off." Mark stated with some venom in his tone.

"That same statement included for Felix, Adahy, and the rest?" Neto asked with venom in his tone to which Mark merely responded with a serious expression donning his face.

"If you really care for either of them you'd get them out because I don't see either of them taking their defeat lightly." He interjected earning silence from Neto before watching Mark give off a sigh.

"So anymore things you want me to shootdown?" Mark asked while eyeing Neto closely before watching a half-smile spread across the man's face.

"Yes one last thing…we want you to demilitarize." Neto stated to everyone's confusion and humor. "You want us to not go after Mai and you want you expect us to just leave your crews in LS alone, then demilitarize BSU in LS and we'll accept this truce." Neto stated with a half-smile causing all eyes to fall on Mark who merely remained silent at the statement before giving Neto an angry look while Ana eyed him closely.

Two Months Later

RING

RING

RING

The loud familiar ringing of Ren's alarm clock quickly caught the young woman's attention as she found herself slowly opening her eyes and looking out the window on another cold sunny morning in the city of New Arcadia that quickly left her covering herself up as the breeze touched her bare skin.

After feeling the breeze, she quickly turned her head to spot where her source of heat for last couple of weeks had been but quickly found it empty.

As it had been the last two months.

Mark had agreed to Neto's terms to demilitarize BSU but only in Los Santos to shock and anger of many the BSU members at the table. Demilitarizing meant that there would be no more weapons going to them, there was no more supplies of Merryweather equipment, and even their supply line of cash wouldn't be coming in.

The chapters in West Los Santos, on the College Campus, in Cypress Hill, and throughout Southern San Andreas were effectively weak and completely exposed as Mark knew they would be.

The first couple of weeks they seemed to be fine for them, but once word had spread that the they were armed and completely left out in the open. The sharks came circling and they didn't even come in the form of Neto's Azteca's as Mark knew they wouldn't.

It started with the Skinheads gangs moving to push them out of the hardcore clubs they controlled, then the LSPD shutting down their concerts, and finally not a few weeks ago three members found themselves being gunned down by members of the Angels of Death.

What made it hurt worse for her was the fact that their deaths were on her hands. She'd pushed Mark to making a truce with Neto by any means necessary and he did it…despite knowing full well just how weak it would make them on the West Coast.

Many of the LS members found themselves retreating to hide in places likes Cypress Hill under the protection of the Da Nang Boyz or San Fierro under the protection of Sun Kangs Triad's and the BSU San Fierro.

And a handful of them…well they were down here in New Arcadia.

Miles away from her apartment, Seventeen BSU members from across Los Santos found themselves running through the Arcadia Parish Swamps going through the same rigorous training program that Mark put every member of his Militia members through back when they were in Sunbelt.

He saw himself mostly responsible for the deaths that had taken place in LS as a result of his truce with Neto. It had benefitted him in that there had be no recent scuffles between their two sides, but it wasn't good for the BSU members who called Los Santos their home.

Now here many of them were training, learning, and dominating the battlefield the same way his Militia did in the past.

The training program was similar to that of the United States Marine Officer Candidate School. It was six weeks where they would be trained in firearms, hand to hand combat, physical fitness, small unit tactics, and placed in leadership positions in stressful environments.

Once the training was complete Mark even if many of them weren't qualified leaders, which many of them weren't with only a handful of BSU members coming out of the regiment being truly qualified to lead, they were still trained enough to be a cut above the average BSU member.

In Sunbelt the physical fitness portion of the test involved them hiking mountains, but in New Arcadia this was replaced with treks through the swamps. It was designed to not only weed out the fatties but also put them on a workout schedule. These guys weren't BSU anymore they were Mark's Militia and in Mark's Militia if you couldn't run like hell when the bullets started flying you might as well be dead.

Along with physical fitness came firearms training. This was clearly the part many of them liked and had truly came for. They would spend almost their entire time there on a rifle range learning to shoot an M16 and Beretta 9mm Pistol. In the past some of them had been hunters or came from gun loving families so this was simple to them but they wanted to learn to shoot with the best.

And Mark was one of the best.

Here you shot for score and just like the Marine Corp and gifted with a shooting title. Like the Marines those who barely qualified would be Marksmen like Lee or Link great with a Shotgun, okay with a Pistol, terrible with a Rifle, above them were Sharpshooters like Felix, Davey, and Eddy, but the best of the best, like Mark and Jimmy were Experts.

The shooting course featured slow and rapid shots at human sized targets from two hundred, three hundred, and five hundred yards. Slow shots meaning one bullet per minute from a sitting, kneeling, and standing position while rapid shots emphasized firing, re-aiming, and firing again ten rounds in a minute.

They would aim through their iron sights and learn that good shooting was a matter of discipline. There's no luck Zen involved and hardly any luck.

Do as you were told and you would hit your target.

The three fundamentals of Marksmanship that you won't learn on the streets: sight picturing, bone support, and natural point of aim. Sight picturing meaning lining up the Rifles front and rear sights with the target, a simple proposition. Bone support meant resting your rifle on the steadiest surface available to you: bone. Muscles and Tendons waver and shake, but bone resting on earth a tripod for a camera. The third was the most important. With each of a shooters breath the Rifle muzzle rises and with exhalation resets back to a natural resting point between breaths-the natural point of aim. Make the target your natural point of aim, squeeze the trigger near the bottom of your breath, and you'll hit it almost every time.

For three weeks they would and shoot, and on that Saturday they would test and your score would count. There were three hundred possible points on the course, 220 qualified you as an expert. Some days brought along weather and others brought along obstacles but the scoring was always the same.

They were learning consistency.

In sports it's okay to have an off day. A basketball player can go two for ten at the free throw line, a quarterback can throw three interceptions in a game, and a baseball player can miss an easy catch.

There were no off-days in the streets. You can never lack in the streets because your off day could mean your own death and the death of those around you.

Despite most situations Mark can shoot almost at a constant 265 to 300 range. A scoring system he to this day felt was still to poor for him, but the last thing taught was something he excelled at best.

Education, many BSU members often skated on the education portion. It wasn't truly required, but what they didn't know was that those who stayed often survived longer.

Here they would learn from books on famous wars and battles and even some accounts on battles on the streets that Mark and Lee had documented and used for them to learn from. They would study through the fog and friction of war, of how the simplest things would become difficult.

Some days they would be reading and Mark would blast Slipknot at full volume, hurl tennis balls over their heads, sprayed water guns in their faces, and even fired weapons near them. The lesson was to focus, ignore the distractions, do your jobs, and get the fear of getting shot out of your heads.

Mark would tell them the same phrase he'd read someone say in another book that he would repeat to them. "You won't be fighting wax men in castles, the enemy has a vote, to." We confronting an opposing will, you will be fighting people who are also fighting you. They will learn as you learn. Their tactics will evolve as yours do.

The key consideration in any tactical move is to simply, "Turn the map around!". Look at your own situation from your enemies perspective. What are your vulnerabilities? Where will he hit you, and what can you do to defeat him?

Mark himself was a master of this, this was something neither Lee or Jimmy could master or really most gangsters. Some people often called him an oracle for knowing just how and what his opponents would do to counter an attack by him when really all he was doing was viewing the situation from their eyes and making amateur to expert level calculations.

Speed was another key factor for it was one of the greatest weapons. When in a shootout you had to be aggressive. Keep the tempo of battle high. This wasn't the military and you wouldn't be fighting armies but these same tactics in maneuvering warfare have been used to defeat large armies. You must slip through the enemies hard surfaces and attack the open gaps. Never attack into the teeth of the gun.

Indecisions are still decisions and inactions have a cost all its own. Good leaders act and create opportunities. Great leaders ruthlessly exploit those opportunities and throw their enemies into complete disarray.

This was something both Mark and Neto had in common. If they saw an opening they would exploit even if they had to do it themselves to keep those around them safe.

They would also learn urban survival tactics, how to spot drug dealers, acquire guns, recruit, escape, and even get rid of a body.

They were becoming true soldiers right before Mark's eyes.

Not surprisingly though, this wasn't the first group of BSU members from the West Coast that came for Mark's training regiment, they were the fourth. The first three groups had graduated and were on the move against their enemies.

And the Iceman was amongst them.

Red County

The loud rumbling of motorcycle engines could be heard for miles outside of a local Angels of Death Clubhouse on the southside of town as the many members found themselves pulling up in front of the building with wide smiles on each of their faces covering each of their faces.

Amongst them was the chapter president Abel "Skeeter" Parks, a long-time rider with the Angels who found himself stepping off his Zombie laughing while listening to a story from his Sergeant at Arms, Daniel Porter, about his last encounter with his crazy ex-girlfriend of a few days ago.

"I swear man I practically had to use my knife to cut the bitch off me." The man called out earning a series of smiles from the group of nine as they entered the building and was completely taken off by the sight of a rather tall Caucasian man with short blonde-haired man sitting at their bar with his back turned to them.

"Hey asshole do you know where you are?" Skeeter asked with venom in his tone.

"Probably the only bar in town where the tap water tastes like rum." The man pointed out before turning back to the Bikers with a wide smile etched across his face.

"Only pussies drink water in a war." Porter yelled out in anger. "Which still doesn't answer the question of why you're here asshole." He added with the man noticing one Angel of Death member reaching into his waistband to pull out Glock 19.

"Nice piece but it won't be needed well at least not by you, ghost don't need weapons." He pointed out with a wide smile.

"The fuck you say-." Skeeter yelled out while reaching into his waist band and pulling out his CZ 75 and pointing it at the head of the blonde haired man who merely gave him a smile before a low bang followed by the sound of glass breaking quickly filled the air and everyone watched as Skeeters fingers were quickly blown off his gun hand causing him to scream out before in anguish while the other AOD members looked on with mixed expressions written on their faces.

Soon the sound of the doors in the building breaking down and several dark dressed men rushed into the lobby of the clubhouse armed with Pistols and Shotguns easily mowing down the Angel of Death members who were completely taken by surprise.

"Son of a-." Porter started before taking a round to the head and three more in the chest before collapsing back first onto one of the tables with its wood splintering and breaking under his heavy weight.

"Fuckers!" Skeeter called while trying to crawl across the floor a bloody mess.

He'd taken a Shotgun blast directly to his abdomen causing his still smoking guts to spill out on to the floor and leave a trail of blood as he went. After a few seconds of crawling and several taunts later the familiar sent of gasoline started to fill the air prompting him to lift his head and notice the blonde haired man standing over before dumping a canteen of gasoline on his head.

"You're fucking dead for this YOU BITCH!" he yelled out at the top of his lungs before the man doused his head and abdomen wounds completely in the burning liquid causing Skeeter to look at him and notice the emotionless expression on his face.

"How the fuck are you so calm about this?" Skeeter asked with fear in his voice before noticing the emotionless expression on the man's face quickly turn upward to a smile.

"Because I'm the Iceman." He answered before snatching Skeeters gun from his hands and turning his back on the man while another dark dressed Caucasian man with short brown approached Skeeter with a lit cigarettes before tossing it into the man's Shotgun wounds.

As soon of the screams of Skeeter started to become louder the Iceman and his group found themselves quickly hopping on the motorcycles of the Angel of Death members and driving away from the burning clubhouse with mixed looks on each of their faces.

Frenchtown, New Arcadia

"How the fuck did I get here?" came the familiar voice of Alison as she found herself staring up at the sky with an annoyed expression on her face. Unlike Mark and Neto who were in a situation of hardship, she was in a situation by unfortunate luck and being too nice.

Here she stood on the corner of Ale Drive and Ditch Lane with her long red hair flowing down behind her back dressed in a skimpy blue tube top that in her opinion revealed too much of her cleavage and made her big C seem like a midsized D. Along with it she was also wearing a pair of denim shorts that barely covered up much of her ass causing her to lean her back against the wall of a nearby building while keeping on her trench coat despite this warm temperature.

Here she was an Agent of the FIB, dressed like a hooker on one of the busiest streets in the city in order to catch serial rapist with a fetish for redheads as a favor to Sawyer and the NAPD.

God how she hated her life.

"You know I'm starting to see why your monster will leave an entire neighborhood in loss just for you." The voice of Sawyer called out over her earpiece causing her to let out a low growl of anger.

"For your sake, you better hope he never shows up or else not only is this operation over but he may leave a trail of blood out of all of these guys who keep looking at me." She replied earning a chuckle from the man.

"Let's hope he doesn't come outside today then." Sawyer stated with a chuckle. "You want to tell me what he's got going on Uptown?" he asked with some concern in his tone.

"No he keeps me out of the business operations, if it doesn't have a risk of war then there's no need to tell me about it." She replied.

"Sounds to me like he's keeping you out of his financials." he shot back with some venom in his tone.

"Despite what you may think of him his ultimate goal is to help this city in the long run so whatever he's got planned it's for the benefit of the city as a whole." She pointed out earning a chuckle from the man.

"A gangster trying to save his city I've never heard of such an oxymoron." He finished causing Alison to zone him out while looking at the street and noticing the passing men while also trying to figure out what just exactly Mark had planned for the city as well.

Rose District

The wind seemed to finally started blowing to the relief of Ren as she found herself standing outside of a mostly rundown building in the Rose District where several BSU members stood outside and inside currently working on remolding the entire building.

The war with Neto was over, what to come with Ernesto was on the horizon along with another future conflicts, despite that Mark continued to push for public relations operations in the city BSU had turned into a stronghold. There wasn't much Mark could offer with the amount of blood on his family's name, but he didn't really care.

For this public relations mission Mark had purchased three properties throughout the city. A rundown church in the Lower Rose District that was to be turned into a community center, an old store the group was turning into a drug rehabilitation center in the 15th Ward, and an old dentist office that he would become an Urgent Care Clinic.

It was no secret that these places would be owned and operated by Marcus Roman and BSU, but they were placed in areas where they were really needed and no one really had the muscle, pull, or really the spine to tell Mark he couldn't do what he wanted.

At least in her mind.

"And the three-block model is complete." Came a familiar voice that caused the to turn her head and notice a familiar Indian American man approaching her from behind.

"Manfred…what do you mean three-block model?" she asked while giving the man a raised brow.

"It's something I learned from one of Mark's military books, basically US soldiers have this model to them: the three-block model." He started while Ren eyed him closely. "On one block you might be passing out food and giving medical assistance, on another block you maybe patrolling an area, and another block you maybe in a full scale gun battle." He finished to the woman's confusion.

"I get how that works for the military, but how does it compare to us?" she asked with a raised brow.

"What's the difference between the…LSPD and a street gang like say…Marabunta?' he asked to the confusion of the woman.

"One's a gang the others a cop, one causes mayhem and the other is SUPPOSED to keep the peace?" She answered with some emphasis on the word supposed.

"Good answer but wrong answer!" he replied to the woman's confusion. "The truth is there is no difference depending on your situation. In a lot of neighborhoods when cops roll through everyone goes inside, Marabunta roll through your neighborhood you also go inside, Marabunta drop someone worldwide and a cop drops someone everyday. The difference between the two is really public relations." He stated while looking at his BSU members,

"LSPD has one of the highest body counts in the world, enough to make one think they were fighting a small war but they're still listed as one of the safest and best police departments in the world because of their public relations department. A lot of them maybe scum bags behind closed doors but what they are in front of open doors…that's all people are gonna see." He finished while Ren eyed him closely.

"So Mark is trying to build up his public relations image despite his bad rep?" she asked with a raised brow.

"Not just his public image but our own as well." The Indian man corrected. "Even before we all joined them, BSU is listed by the FIB as a street gang despite all we do in the communities, the scholarships we give out, and the animals we save we're listed as anti-racist, anti-fascist, left-wing vigilante movement. If they're gonna list us as that…they may as well add community activist to it as well." The Indian man pointed out earning a slight smile from the woman of Japanese descent.

"Which reminds me where's our other friend from LS?" Manfred asked earning a slight chuckle from Ren.

"She didn't take to kindly when she found out who was gonna be helping Mark to promote these projects." Ren asked.

"So she's on her way to him now?" Manfred earning a smile from Ren before the duo both chuckled at one another.

Elsewhere

The song Bury Me by War Effort blasted through Mark's headphones as he found himself sitting his black Duke watching the San Andrean BSU members with an emotionless expression on his face just before his cellphone started to ring from a familiar number prompting him to answer it.

"How much is gas in San Fierro right now?" Mark asked with a hint of venom in his tone.

"High as shit, it's four eighty fucking five a gallon." The voice of Lee pointed out with venom of his own. "Seriously I see why everyone hear is driving electric cars." The Chinese man added earning a chuckle to the youngest Roman.

One benefits of being in a state like Louisiana was that the gas prices were cheaper than many other states, but that wasn't the purpose of him asking that question. The real goal of this question was to ensure that the Chinese man was indeed in San Fierro.

Something Lee already knew.

"Word is the Iceman and his guys made some new angels." Lee stated earning a nod from Mark.

"Good make sure they keep the mayhem going." Mark replied with little emotion in his tone.

"How are things on your end?" the Chinese man asked with some concern in his tone.

"New recruits are almost done graduating, Jimmy and Jill are meeting with the Dixie's, and the projects around the city are kicking off." Mark replied with a slight smile.

"What about our brother…is he still not showing any progress?" Lee asked in reference to Link who was still comatose in the hospital.

"No, doctors are thinking the damage maybe too severe to heal." Mark pointed out with some sadness in his tone. "They're talking about pulling the plug."

"Well we won't let them." Lee yelled out with venom in his tone. "Link's a lot of things…but no matter how we slice it brother he ain't like us. He doesn't deserve to go out like some dying dog." He yelled out with sadness filling his voice while Mark merely responded with a statement that instantly brought the Chinese man back up.

"And he won't."

"Not on Valentine's Day." Lee added to the confusion of the youngest Roman.

"It's Valentine's Day?" Mark asked earning a chuckle from the Chinese man who already knew the man was unaware of the day.

After conversing with the Chinese man a little more the sound of his passenger side door being forced open before watching as a familiar woman climbed inside and violently closed the door.

"Aren't you supposed to be with Jimmy?" Mark asked while looking to the woman with a raised brow.

"No I'm right where I need to be." Jill responded with some venom in her tone. "So when or were you gonna tell me about this little side business you got going on with him." She asked with venom in her tone while Mark remained silent for a few seconds before responding.

"I was going to tell you if we actually got the okay to build the community center and right now we have the backing of the community and the building but we're still getting some pushback from city officials and some community leaders who don't like the idea of naming a community center in a mostly black neighborhood after a white guy." Mark stated while Jill shook her head in anger.

"A white guy with a drug addiction who beats women." She shot back with venom in her tone. "Why him to begin with he didn't even play for your football team?" she asked with some venom in her tone.

"He didn't play for us, but technically we did draft him." Mark replied to the woman's confusion. She didn't know much about how sports worked so she would need Mark to explain her words. "The New Arcadia Sinners had selected Clyde in the draft because he was one of the best players available at the position, but they traded him shortly in the night for another player who could fill a role the team needed." He stated to her confusion.

In hindsight it may have worked out for them. Mark could remember his father Maurice being a fan of Clyde all the way through college and actually cursing up a storm when the Sinners traded him for what he thought would be a Scrub. That Scrub would turn into a future champion/Hall of Famer though while Clyde would completely fall apart and be out of the league shortly after getting into it.

"So what he's here trying to be apart of the city the turned him away for something better?" she asked while leaning her back against the seat in anger. "Why him of all people, why couldn't you drag any other former athlete on for this?" she asked with sadness in her tone.

"He's a redemption project." Mark answered to her confusion. "He's had it rough in his lifetime…I think he needs a win." He added to her immediate rage.

"People like him don't need redemption." Jill spoke out in anger before angrily stepping out of Mark's car while the youngest Roman rolled his eyes before checking the date on his phone and seeing that it was indeed Valentine's Day.

"Maybe!" he whispered out before quickly starting his car up and driving off.

Frenchtown, New Arcadia

"Hey baby you got some nice legs."

"Say red what that mouth do?"

"You wanna party with me?"

The many cat calls and shouts were becoming so overwhelming to Alison that she quickly found herself having to leave the area for what she forcibly declared as her lunch break. She honestly just wished she'd brought a change a clothes but the trench coat she was wearing did manage to cover just enough.

"You know we're close enough to that park for you to be listed as a sex offender wearing what you're wearing." Sawyer pointed out with a chuckle while Alison merely flipped him the middle finger before moving to take another bite out of her soft-shelled Burrito.

"I don't see why I'm even out here this early, most guys like this take their prey at night." She stated in anger.

"They take their prey at night but they stalk their prey in the morning and right now I've got eyes on a couple of people who who've been stalking you up." He stated while Alison merely rolled her eyes at his statement. "It's Valentine's Day after all, guys are trying to secure their pussy for the night." He added with a chuckle.

"So who's secured yours?" he asked earning a disgusted look from the woman.

"Jesus do you talk to your wife this way?" She asked with venom in her tone.

"No, but my mother and me go back and forth." He replied with a chuckle. "I'm just trying to find out exactly what role you play?" he started earning an eye roll from the woman.

"I've already told you, me and Mark are together but I'm not on the take, he's keeps me out of his business affairs, he won't tell me anything unless things are projected to get bloody, so what are you trying to find out?" she asked with rage in her tone.

"Has Mark played a hand in any of your arrest?" he asked earning an angry look from the woman.

"NO!" she shouted with venom in her tone.

"Then what's the fucking point of being with him then?" he asked to her surprise. "If he's not giving you money, or expensive jewelry, or clothing, he can atleast give you some points at work and have you rank up." He added while Alison merely looked away from the man.

"I don't need Mark to do my job Sawyer." She pointed out while moving to look over the park.

"Well you might as well add some fun to your job." He pointed out before noticing the rather concerning look in the woman's eyes that quickly caused him to turn his head back to the park and notice something that immediately turned his stomach.

"Leave me alone!" the cried belonged to that of an African American child no older than five as she kneeled down with tears falling from her eyes while several much older kids stood over taunting.

"Why don't you guys just leave me alone." She pleaded while trying to avoid contact with the much older kids particularly at the two older boys who stood in front of her while another girl stood behind her playing in her hair.

"Kids being kids." Sawyer pointed out before watching Alison move to rise up as the girl standing behind the child struck by grabbing her by her hair and dragging her across the concrete before the three other girls started to forcibly kick and punch her across the body while another girl held her face to the concrete.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"TAKE IT HO!" one of the little girls started before raising her fist up in order to punch the girl in the head but at the last second before she could strike her hand was literally kept in place courtesy of Alison who looked down at the girl with an angry look on her face.

"That's enough." The FIB Agent yelled out causing the girl to pull away from her while she moved to take a stand in front of the child.

"Bitch you don't put your hands on me Imma tell my mama." The girl yelled out before watching Alison jerk the cellphone from the hands of one of the kids.

"Good so I can show her this." the FIB Agent yelled out called out while Sawyer walked up behind the kids and immediately flashed them his badge causing them to scatter away from the duo while they quickly moved to check on the injured kid.

Sunbelt City

The sun was still high and while things in New Arcadia were cold and full of activity, Task found himself warm yet also full of his own activity as he found himself standing with his back against the wall with his lips connected to Cheta's in a deep and passionate kiss.

He'd come over to drop the Rifa member off a gift of flowers sent to him courtesy of Alison and Ana to give to her. He didn't celebrate Valentines Day, or really any European Holidays, but the two women insisted that it he shouldn't give her the gift because of the day but just to remind her how much she meant to him.

He'd been spending a lot of time in New Arcadia and even Canada these past few weeks working with Mark for BSU and Ana with the IAA to the point where he was wondering where his badge and tattoos were, but in truth he had no real intentions of joining either organization.

But these thoughts weren't present in his mind.

The only thing that mattered once the woman's soft yet supple lips pressed against his own. He could remember the words of one of his closest friends back on the reservation, everyone called him Hotah because he was seen as one of the strongest on the Rez, he was the one who truly taught him how not celebrate European Holidays.

It mostly started with refusing gifts on Christmas, fasting on Thanksgiving, and staying in doors on Halloween. All seemed simple, but remaining celibate and not showing any change in one's current relationship on Valentine's Day he said was always the hardest.

And now he was finding it out firsthand.

He was on a dry spell and he knew Cheta was not only more then ready and willing, she was practically taking advantage of him. As soon as he walked through the door she slammed him against the wall, pressed her lips against his own, and drove her left hand down his pants so that she could play with his member while his own hands found her supple behind.

And he wasn't fighting a second of it.

After taking her lips away from his own and tighting her grip around his semi-aroused member Cheta quickly moved to slide two of her fingers between the Lakota's lips to his surprise but not against his will as he quickly found himself moving to suck on the fingers while she licked on the side of his neck.

The reality was that before he'd arrived Cheta had brought herself to a climax with the same two fingers in the man's mouth.

"I want you!" she moaned out through lust filled eyes that had Task completely hypnotized like a snake to a charmer and before long he quickly found himself lying beneath the woman on top of her bed with their lips again connected to each other and her tongue wrestling with his own.

When it came to Cheta she had a sexual appetite similar to most men, but often never showed it around the guys in the gang. She didn't want to be seen as one of those hynas who sleep around in the gang and she didn't want to be seen as another guys ruca. She was a leader, a lieutenant, no decision or discussion was made, had, or even thought of without her knowledge and vote.

This came with her keeping her sexual urges in check, but not right now. They were on full display and she wanted more. After a quick flick of her tongue against Task, the Rifa member soon found herself spreading her legs so that they were lying outside of his allowing her to straddle him. She then shifted her position so that his crotch with the skirt she'd chose to wear and her legs open. She could feel the Lakota Warrior poking her right where it counted.

She then buckled her hips into him and to her surprise found Task's hands finding her hips, with another buckle she found his grip on her becoming tighter, and with another she found him pulling herself down onto him as if he were trying to impale her on his concealed member.

Soon his hands found their way to her back pockets gripping her behind once again but in a move that left Cheta completely moaning out in pleasure he moved his hands from the back of her skirt to under it so that he could grip her laced covered bottom tightening his grip as he went. Then, like it were a game, he found himself moving the left cheek down while pulling the other up and finally pushing them both together.

The feeling caused her to arch her back and force her corset covered breast into the man's face and being unable to help himself Task soon found himself thrusting his pelvis upwards leaving the woman completely engulfed in the feeling and moaning louder than before with a small supple of saliva pooling from the side of her mouth.

As she spoke out something in Spanish that Task couldn't understand he quickly watched as she reached her hands to the bottom of her corset before completely undoing it and giving him the perfect view of her perky B cups then grabbing him by the back of his head and forcing the man's mouth on her chest causing her to moan out once again while taking in the feeling of the Lakota sliding off her moist panties but keeping on her skirt.

"Oooh you like seeing me like this papi?" Cheta asked while standing up and turning over and raising her skirt up so that much of her ample behind was still in view to the Lakota Warrior who then moved to undo his pants before the Rifa stopped him by bending forward like a half nude cheerleader and grabbing onto his hands before pulling them away.

"No…I got this." She let out while moving to undo his pants herself and pulling out the self-proclaimed "Task-Master" fully hardened, ready, and nearly hitting her in the face but in the last second she managed to catch it in her hands with a rather tight grip that caused the Lakota to chill over before letting out a low moan after feeling the woman beginning to pump his spire.

"Damn!" Task groaned out as he felt the woman slide her tongue from the bottom of his shaft all the way up to the tip.

"Yeah, screw what you say Hotah!" he groaned out again under his breath as he felt her wet muscle press against his tip and be replaced by her lips. At first it was a kiss, an innocent peck. Then the lips parted and Cheta took his member into her mouth slowly, but not too slowly.

Once she made it to the base she then started to use her tongue, while keeping her gag reflex in check, starting to lick on the right side of his member. She did this twice before coming back up and doing this on the other side and when she got to the tip she pulled him out with a wet pop.

"Impressive!" she let out with a devilish grin before reinserting him back into her mouth, pumping it slowly in and out of her mouth, again using her tongue and keeping it firmly on the underside of his dick and beginning to moan out in more pleasure for him then her.

After a few more minutes of doing so she removed him from her mouth with a wet pop before moving to continue to stroke him while Task gave her a quizzical look before watching her raise up and position herself so that her flower was directly over his glistening shaft.

"You ready?" she asked but not even getting an answer from the Lakota who moved upward to slowly slide his member against the wet folds of the Rifa who started to slowly drop and engulf him inside of her causing them both to shutter and roar out in sexual pleasure.

At long last the Midwest Arms Trafficker was inside of her.

With the connection soon came a feeling of ecstasy and lust that left Task almost completely blinded and oblivious to anything else aside from the woman impaling herself on his member. All of this was coming from every bit of additional penetration caused a new surge of pleasure that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Then in a move that caught him by surprise she slammed down on him and allowed his full length to go inside of her.

She'd gone balls deep.

Once she reached there, she released a thunderously loud groan of pleasure at the feeling of her filled pussy. After looking down into the eyes of the Lakota she placed her hands onto his sun kissed face and without saying a word she pulled him into a hungry kiss. It was devoid of tongue with Cheta resisting Task attempt to force his tongue into her mouth.

As she did this she started to gyrate her hips up and down and ride the man like he was a mad raging bull.

The feeling of her wet tightening grip on his member almost had Task coming within a few minutes of the sex, but he managed to hold it in.

Soon the kissing stopped as Cheta found herself just wanting to the Lakota who started to use his own hips to drive into the woman who threw her head back and moaned out in pleasure calling out his actual name as he drove into her.

With the calls of his name and the sight of her skirt bouncing up and down with her rhythm boosting his own drive Task soon found himself grabbing onto the woman's tight ass cheeks and pulling her up and down with his rhythm.

"Don't stop papi don't ever stop!" she called while mentally cursing herself for waiting so long to do this. She'd been wanting to sleep with the man for a while now and now that she was finally getting her chance it seemed like she was trying to completely swallow him.

There was going to be a lot more of this especially if she had it her way.

Red County

As the sun continued to beam down on the warmest day of the year in Los Santos, the sound of metal clacking and heavy music blasted through a quiet neighborhood as the members of the six members of the white power punk rock band Waffen Punch as they practiced for what would be their first big show ever.

The group was connected with the Neo Nazi scene in Southern San Andreas and tonight would be their first time performing a show at one of the largest venues in Red County. The same venue once controlled by the crew BSU…that was until their recent deaths over the past few weeks.

The crew played a big role in the blackballing of the band and preventing their music from truly being spread outside of the local skinhead community…but tonight would change that.

It would change all of them forever.

"Hello gentlemen!" came a new voice that caught the group by surprise and caused them to lift their heads up and notice a rather tall blonde haired Caucasian man standing before them with a wide smile on his face and a guitar case under his arm.

"Who the fuck are you dude?" asked the lead vocalist as he eyed the man angrily.

"Hey, I was just in the neighborhood and heard you guys were looking for a new lead vocalist, thought I could fill the role." he let out earning mixed looks from the group especially the dark-haired man on vocals.

"The fuck are you smoking dude I'm right-." He started before the loud bang of a gunshot went off that quickly caught everyone by surprise and left them grabbing at their ears before looking to the iceman who stood with a his right armed raised and aimed at the vocalist who lay on the ground clutching his bleeding throat.

"Looks like you won't be singing anytime soon." He spoke out before looking to other band members who seemed scared for their lives before watching as four more men entered the garage and started to shut the door.

"Now then let's see how many punches it takes to get to the center of someone's brain." The Iceman let out earning more scared looks from the group who watched as one BSU member snatched the guitar from one of the band members before cracking him over the head with it in an almost cartoonish display that left a few of them laughing upon noticing the man's head sticking through the wood guitar.

New Arcadia

The sound of the front door opening was the first thing to bring Ren back to reality and cause her to turn her head and notice a familiar Afro-Creole man walking through the front door with a half-smile on his face and a nicely wrapped present under his arm that he quickly presented to the woman who seemed stunned by the display.

"I never pictured you for the gift giving type." She spoke out while taking up the present and quickly moving to undo its wrapping.

"You'd be surprised." He replied while watching her finish undoing the wrapping and lifting up the top of the box before immediately going wide eyed at what she saw inside.

"AH MONKEY!" Ren squealed out at the top of her lungs before pulling a rather fluffy stuffed monkey from the box that she immediately wrapped her arms around for a tight embrace that seemed to bring a smile to the face of the youngest Roman.

When it came down to gift giving on Valentine's Day Mark kept it simple, a stuffed animal of whatever their favorite animal was. It was simple, they were hand crafted so they weren't cheap, and many women always accepted the gift with the exception of Ana because it was rather hard to shop for the IAA Agent.

"I love it!" she let out while looking to the smiling Roman before adding something that caught him by surprise. "Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?"

Her words seemed to stun him at first and leave him confused about his response. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Come on Mark, you've been avoiding me and practically ignoring me since I spoke up for Neto and things have only gotten worse once our brothers out west got killed." She stated with some venom and sadness in her tone. "You hate me for me making me let Neto go and I can understand my decision." She finished causing Mark to let out a slight chuckle at her response.

"Ren I'm not mad at you because you played your hand and had me let Neto go." He stated to her surprise. "With Link down you're acting as my voice of reason, so I expect you to change my opinions on matters." He added to her surprise. "I've been avoiding you because you need to accept the consequences of your decisions." He stated to her confusion.

"It may not have been Neto, the Azteca's, or the Vagos who pulled the trigger on our guys in Los Santos but the decision to demilitarize them did leave them vulnerable…that decision is on my hands just as much as it is on yours and you're struggling with it." He added causing the woman's eyes to widen.

It was true, she did in a way blame herself for the deaths of the men in Los Santos. She personally knew two of them and their deaths have been weighing on her. She just hoped no one was able to catch on this.

"You're smart, you're strong, and you're one of the best leaders and decision makers I've met in my lifetime Ren, but you got to remember that when it comes down to leading every decision you make can potentially get someone hurt or killed. This is a burden I've lived with since I was thirteen…it's hard at first but it's something you have to do." He finished before approaching the woman and moving to give her a slight hug that she took without question before moving to hug him back.

"How do you deal with this?" she asked under her breath before receiving a slight chuckle from the man.

"I shoot a little straighter each time." His words seem to bring about a slight smile from the woman who leaned back upon feeling the familiar lips of the youngest Roman press against her forehead while his hands found her waist.

"Can you stay the night?" she asked with some enthusiasm in her tone.

"I wish I could but I got more gifts to deliver." He replied before letting the woman go to her disappointment. "I got to brighten some of your days." He added earning a smile from Ren who moved to give him a quick kiss on the cheek that caused the Roman to give off a slight blush.

"Tomorrow then!" she let out earning a slight nod from the Concrete Soldier before he moved to kiss the top of her hand in a romantic display that left her blushing.

Sunbelt City

"OH GOD CHAYTON!" Cheta found herself screaming out at the very top of her lungs as she found herself bent across her bed while Task drove into her from behind causing her to moan out in pleasure and bite down on her already stained sheets while Task every so often slapped her on her supple behind.

Then like a predator wanting more of its prey he reached his hands down to cup both her breast before pulling her up so that he can press her lips against his own for one more kiss before they both found themselves climaxing at the same time and collapsing onto the bed covered in sweat and panting for a few moments before they finally spoke out.

"Wow you've been saving something for me haven't you…I'm still shaking!" Cheta let out while moving to roll over and see that the Lakota member was already fast asleep with the side of his head buried into one of her pillows.

"You know you're lucky I like you hombre." She let out while moving to pull him further into the bed just as her cellphone started to ring from a familiar number.

"You know you have bad, not terrible timing Marcus?" she asked earning a chuckle from the man.

"So I've been told, how are things on your end." He asked earning a chuckle from the woman.

"Good, Sewer Rats haven't stuck their heads out as of yet but my guess is they're waiting for their Ondero to get out of lockup before they make their move." She stated earning a nod from Mark.

"All the more reason why we should cut off his reinforcements before he touches down." Mark stated earning a smirk from Cheta. "I'll send you some addresses we've gathered and let you and your people work from there." He finished.

"Sounds good but isn't there another reason you're calling me?" she asked with some sarcasm in her tone that caused Mark to let out a rather loud scoff at her tone.

"Yes…we need to meet, later." He sheepishly let out while Cheta gave a rather loud scoff at him. "Do you think you can get away from Task?" he asked earning a chuckle from the woman.

"Definitely!" She declared while looking down at the sleeping man while failing to notice a rather large man sitting outside her window with an anger filled expression on his face.

New Arcadia

The day was quickly coming to an end in New Arcadia as Alison found herself riding down the streets of the Lower 9th Ward with Sawyer in the driver seat of the NAPD issue Buffalo while a familiar girl sat silently in the backseat of the car clutching onto a bag of food Alison had gotten her from Wigwam Burger.

The duo had first taken the girl to the station where a medic would look over her wounds and to call her parents. She was cooperative about giving her parents number, probably because she knew neither would answer, but so far she'd been uncooperative in naming any of her attackers or the reason they'd attacked her.

She followed the code of New Arcadia streets, even at an early age it was something they all knew.

"Hey kid, you into Jethro Tull?" Sawyer asked earning a chuckle from Alison and a rather confused expression from the child.

"She's not a fifty-year-old woman Sawyer." Alison pointed out while Sawyer rolled his eyes.

"Her loss!" the NAPD Detective spoke out before turning the radio to the song Locomotive Breath by Jethro Tull causing the Alison to shake her head while the little girl sent the duo both a half-smile.

"You know you're a brave kid." She started causing the girl to lower her head at him. "I know what happened today would make you think otherwise…but it takes more courage not to fight then it does to fight." She finished earning a rather noticeable scoff and an eyeroll from Sawyer.

"You saving that one for your boyfriend?" He asked earning an angry look from the woman. "Kid you want my advice if someone puts their hands on you, you need to knock their shit in the dirt." He stated to Alison's shock.

"Sawyer!" she called out.

"Hey I'm just being honest, call me old fashion but I believe in equal lefts and rights. You lay a hand on me I'm gonna lay you down. That's the way I was brought up and I seemed to turn out okay." He added before turning a corner and stopping in front of a brick house on the corner of a somewhat familiar neighborhood before watching Alison step out of the vehicle with the girl in tow.

Upon making it to the front door and after knocking Alison found herself quickly recoiling as a light skinned African American woman, who didn't look much older than Alison herself, with long blonde dreads opened the door and looked her up and down with a serious expression on her face

"Who you is red?" the woman asked while smacking on a piece of gum in her mouth.

"Hey I'm Alison Trueblood and I'm-." the FIB Agent started before the woman quickly cut her off once she noticed her daughter.

"Dana where the hell you been?" she asked earning silence from the child. "Get your ass in the house." She ordered prompting the child to make her way into the house while Alison looked on with some concern.

"What you want gas money for bringing her home red?" the woman asked to which Alison replied with a stern no.

"No I'm with the FIB." Alison let out while showing the woman her badge only for her to immediately wave it off.

"Don't go flashing that shit around here white girl enough to get the crib shot up." She spoke out in anger. "So what my little sister under arrest for something?" the woman asked while folding her arms over her chest.

"No your sister was the victim of an assault that could have led to a serious injury if me and my partner didn't step in." she spoke out earning a raised brow from the woman. "I was hoping you and your mother could convince her to give up the names of the kids who attacked her." She asked earning an angry look from the woman.

"Kids, I thought she got touched by some creep on the streets, nah we good then." The woman spoke out to Alison's shock.

"So you're not gonna have her cooperate with us?" Alison asked with a stunned look on her face.

"Red you clearly ain't from down here because you'd know that when it comes to things like this it's kids being kids, besides she need someone to knock her shit around so that maybe she can fight back." The woman spoke out while Alison eyed her angrily before having the door shut on her face while Sawyer stood back smiling at the misfortunes of the woman.

Meanwhile

The familiar sound of the front door opening wasn't too surprising for Jill as she found herself moving to fold her arms over her chest upon catching sight of the familiar Creole standing before her with a gift bag in his hands.

"What's this?" she asked with a hint of anger in her tone.

"Valentines Day gift, I usually give them to all our female members and associates." He spoke out while handing the bag over to the woman who looked inside before giving Mark a slight chuckle.

'Really?" she asked before pulling the contents out of the bag and presenting it to the youngest Roman. "A Raccoon!" she let out while holding up the stuffed Raccoon to Mark who merely gave her a smile.

"What you seem like the Raccoon type." He stated while Jill eyed him closely.

"If you think this makes me feel better about Clyde you're mistaken…nothing can change how I feel about him." She declared while Mark merely nodded his head at her.

"And I don't want it to." He answered to her confusion. "Me and my ex have…bad history but at the end of the day we can put shit aside for the good of our brothers. I'm not asking you to do this because you're not truly one of us, but at least consider it. You and me both know these centers will help this city, but I won't go through with it unless I have everyone on board." He finished while Jill gave him a loud scoff before shaking her head at him.

"You just contradicted yourself by saving I'm not truly one of you and expecting me to be on board with your decisions." She stated while looking at him closely.

"You've let hollow tips fly for us and that's more than given you a seat and a voice at my table." He stated causing Jill to give him a look before finally speaking out.

"I want a sole percentage of the clinics." She stated earning a half-smile from Mark. "The main purpose for these clinics isn't just because they're here to help the community. You're using them as a tax write-off. The more you have the more money you can put down on your taxes as being legitimate money." She added earning a smile from Mark.

"And that is why I need to keep you around." He stated with a smile while Jill eyed him confusingly. "You understand the side benefits of opening these clinics. Most motherfuckers in other chapters don't even know this. Hell our chapter in Sunbelt didn't know it and wondered why they weren't making any money." He stated with some annoyance in his tone.

"Sounds like you need new leadership." She added while smiling at Mark.

"More like they will need new leadership…in a few months when this organization becomes completely self-sustaining and we break away again." He stated earning a look from Mark.

"You're serious about walking away from BSU, I don't think Ren will like that." She answered while Mark smiled at her.

"There will always be a place for her here if she decides to leave us, but I've also left her with the knowledge and skill to handle herself and lead a chapter should things come to that." He stated while Jill continued to smile at him before finally asking the question that had been bothering her since she arrived in New Arcadia.

"Do you even care?" she asked earning a raised brow from the man. "You obviously cared about Courtney, you care about Alison, and Ana, but is there a place in your heart for someone like Ren and how can you just have this many women in your life?" She asked earning a half-chuckle from the youngest Roman.

"Well obviously I'm a romantic, but yeah I do care for Ren, tell you the truth I think I care more for Ren then I have any other girl in BSU. Most of them are just groupies or woke feminist who try to refrain from sex because they're secretly lesbians." He stated with a chuckle that caused Jill to laugh at his words. "She isn't any of those things and that's what I care about…but at the same time, in this life it's better to treat everyday and every moment like it's the last." He finished while Jill nodded her head at him.

"Then why are you with me right now and not her?" she asked while Mark eyed her closely.

"Well you're not a consolation prize." Mark let out with a smile while Jill rolled her eyes at him. "But I can't have all the women." He added earning an eye roll from Jill. "I also want to spend the rest of the day with someone else." He added to her confusion.

Los Santos

"Where the fuck are these guys?" yelled out a Skinhead member as he and three others stood outside a hard rock revenue on the West Side of Los Santos with anger filled expressions written on each of their faces.

"Stevie get those motherfuckers on the phone they're not standing us up." He yelled out before turning to the man standing beside him only for the roar of motorcycle engines to fill the air causing him and the others to each turn their heads before watching as three Angel of Death customized motorcycles pulled up in front of the place with their faces covered behind mask.

"What are you doing here?" the lead skinhead yelled out before watching the three Bikers pull automatic weapons from their jackets almost in the blink of any and unload on the trio with a barrage of rounds that sent them each flying back with various shots to the top of their heads, stomach, and one man having his entire chest blow open courtesy of the many 9mm rounds striking his sternum.

"Go Go Go!" yelled out the lead BSU member on the lead bike as he sped off into the night while sending a text message across town to another BSU member.

"Everything is going directly on schedule boss." Stated the Iceman as he found himself walking the third floor of a parking garage in Mission Hill while the sound of motorcycle engines went off around him.

"Good, what's that noise in the background?" the voice of Lee asked while taking in the sound of motorcycle engines muffling out the sound of screams of an Neo Nazi who had both of his arms and legs tied to the ends of four motorcycles and found himself being stretched in four different directions courtesy of four BSU members.

"Oh you know a little motocross." Iceman replied with a smile before watching as the Nazi's arm was ripped away from the rest of his body courtesy of one of the BSU members on a bike as he sped off with a smile.

"Well remember once you're done fall back to East Beach. You'll be safe in the Da Nang and BOP Territory." he stated earning a chuckle from the man.

"And if we find ourselves in the crosshairs of Neto and his Azteca's like you were?" the Iceman asked with a slight smile spread across his face.

"You may not have to worry about him anytime soon." Lee replied before hanging up his phone and sliding in the driver side seat of a solid black Cyclone with an emotionless look on his face.

When it came to cars, he and Mark were very different people, they both liked Muscle cars but where they drew the line came in the form of electric cars. He hated electrical cars and found that they took away all the things that made cars funs like the purr of the engine, the roar of the cylinders, and the feel of the road.

Mark however enjoyed electric cars and probably would driving one if there weren't more then two charging stations in the entire city.

The number one benefit he loved so much about electric cars was just how quiet they were. Whether it was starting up or revving the engine they barely made a sound. This was something Lee truly hated, he loved the noise.

But a lack of noise was something he needed right now because right now he needed to be an assassin.

Or he at least needed to be as quiet as an assassin in order to get to his destination. All the noise would be coming from the Baby AK resting on the passenger side of the vehicle.

If there were a top ten list of guns Mark hated in the world, the Semi Automatic Pistol now being popularized by rap music known as a Draco would definitely be on the top of the list. He claimed that it wasn't a weapon of necessity or spectacle and he really wished rappers would get the weapon off their nuts.

It looked like an AK with no stock, a shorter barrel, and the signature thirty round magazine of a standard AK. What Mark truly hated about the weapon was that it was a complete mismatch of part that seemed to be thrown together for him.

It fired 7.62 rounds giving it a lot of stopping power but with its lack of stock, shorter barrel, extreme kickback, and high rate of fire made it a bitch to use, but what Mark truly hated about the weapon was its deafing boom.

When it comes down to Dracos they have one of the loudest booms of any booms with the muzzle being so close to you and with it being a designed to fire like a rifle meant that it was louder than most Shotguns.

Firing it left a ringing in the ears and a pins and needles feeling in the hands and arm that's why it was on Mark's list almost nationally.

So why was his second in command in a car he would love and a gun he would hate…he was here to up the score.

Outside New Arcadia

The sun had finally set on this long day in New Arcadia leaving an air of darkness that completely shrouded the city with only a few lights from the tall buildings making their way to the outskirts, but if one were to look closely they could make out a series of lights in the distance from a series of lit candle across a small field courtesy of the youngest Roman.

"Happy Birthday Grandma!" Mark let out with some sadness in his tone before taking a seat in front a candle a picture of his grandmother taking just months before her death and Hurricane Katherine made landfall then taking a look to his right at another picture with a candle.

"And Happy Valentine's Day my love." he added while taking a long look at a picture of Courtney that was taken just a few days before her death.

"Father, sister, aunties, uncles!" he added before looking to his right at a picture and candle for his father.

This was his first time visiting the Arcadia Parish Lowlands Cemetery since the massacre at his funeral. The Cemetery was huge but it seemed even more full in this plot of land that had been designated for only members of the Roman Family thanks to paying a large sum of money to the church.

Courtney was technically killed before the I-Do's but there were no complaints about having her laid here along side his grandmother, his father Maurice, sister Gwen, and everyone who was killed at the funeral along with those long gone like his grandfather, his great grandparents, and even close associates who'd died in service of the Roman Family. This was his first time seeing her or really any of them and the first thing he'd found himself feeling was anger, but this anger fade every time he caught a glimpse of his grandmother in the corner of his eyes.

He never showed anger in front of her as a kid and even in death he continued to do so.

So instead as a means to calm himself down he merely reached into the pocket in his leather jacket, pulled out his harmonica, and gave it a quick blow. No matter who it was his sister, his father, Courtney, Alison, Ana, Ren, and so on they loved seeing him playing his harmonic. None anymore then his grandmother, he could remember vividly the day the woman had brought him his first instrument.

She complained because it was twenty-five dollars and how he was just gonna use it once before letting it sink into his toybox…boy would she be surprised now.

As he blew into the instrument and created a smooth jazz sound in an attempt to mimic some of the greatest jazz players in history. If he was being honest this was the first time he'd ever heard himself play, normally he'd get lost the music and play to the satisfaction of those hearing hm, but this time was different.

He was more of a fan of Indie Pop, Rock, and Jazz and it showed in the way he played. Smooth, calming, and beautiful to the point where it seemed like the greatest oxymoron of all.

Here he was…The Concrete Soldier, El Pistolero De Negro, Nero of the South, the Bloodiest Roman...creating something so beautiful that wasn't related to war.

It scared even him.

Just as he moved to finish playing the instrument he found himself being taken completely off-guard by a pair of arms wrapping around him from behind in a warming embrace before following up with a light kiss on the cheek.

"How'd you know I'd be here?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"How'd you know I'd be able to get your gift?" Ana asked while planting another kiss on the man's cheek.

"I figured you'd come back sooner or later." He answered while moving to kiss her on the palm of her hand and notice a few frictions burns on her hand from the overuse of her handgun. "Long hours?" he asked while moving to kiss her sores and prompt her to give a low wince of pain.

"Always!" she corrected before kissing him on the top of his head. "I only have a few days off…and I want to spend them with you." She whispered out causing Mark to let out a low groan of satisfaction. "I even told Alison I'm back in town…I need a vacation." She let out causing Mark to chuckle.

"So am I the housewife now?" he asked with earning a chuckle from the woman.

"You were always the housewife." She added before moving to kiss the youngest Roman on the lips just before the sound of Mark's cellphone ringing quickly caught the attention of them both.

"Who is it?" she asked before watching the man go wide eyed.

"The hospital!" he let out with some concern in his tone.

Rancho

Quiet

This was the first thing to pass through the mind of Lee as he drove through the streets North Rancho with an emotionless look on his face. It wouldn't be long before he entered Neto's barrio and when he did he knew he would have to book him quick and be out of there quicker if he was to survive and not get caught.

The vehicle had some speed and the dark color made it good for parking and hiding in dark areas, but none of that would matter if he failed.

Just as he was about to turn down a familiar street that he and his BSU brothers had damn near turned into a wasteland he was immediately stopped by the sight of his cellphone ringing from a familiar number that caused him to quicky answer his phone with an annoyed expression written across his face.

"I'm kind of busy right now brother." He spoke out expecting to hear the familiar voice of Mark on the other side.

"Too busy even for me." Replied a rather strained voice from the other side of the phone that almost took the Chinese man completely by surprise almost to the point where he nearly dropped his phone after hearing the more then familiar tone.

"Link?" he asked with eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"Yeah and this ain't his ghost." The blonde-haired man coughed out while resting in his newly assigned hospital bed with a smile on his face before looking around the room and seeing Mark, Ana, Alison, Ren, Jill, Buck, Manfred, Eddie, Thire, Tup, and even Marrick standing beside his bed with smiles on their faces.

"The gangs all here brother, but we're missing someone important." Link let out causing Lee to let out a smile of his own.

"Don't worry brother, I'm on my way home." Lee let out before slowly hanging his phone and looking back up with a raised brow of surprise as he noticed his sole target walking out the house in front of him with a rather serious look on his face before looking back and saying something to a young child who followed him out of the home.

"Always stopping me from making things worse huh brother." Lee muttered out with some anger in his tone before switching his car in reverse and driving out of Rancho with Neto noticing the fleeing vehicle with an unamused look on his face.

Authors Note: Alright everyone I'm back sorry about the long wait but I've been working on a new story that's going to be going up on Fictionpress sometime next month. If you're a fan of my stories check it because it's something I'm really proud of.

A lot went on in this chapter and I introduced a number of new characters in BSU in Los Santos and officially ended the war between Mark's BSU and Neto's Aztecas/Vagos. There will still be some conflicts in New Austin but that's separate from Neto's side.

Marks reference to Clyde being drafted and trade is in reference to a number of great athletes who got traded shortly after being drafted well before a team gave them a chance. A good example of this is Kobe Bryant who got drafted by the Charlotte Bobcats but was traded to the Lakers for an old center, or Scottie Pippen who was drafted by the Seattle Supersonics but was traded to the Chicago Bulls that same night for a guy who would become a bust. Similar fates happened to Bill Russel and even Babe Ruth.

Alison side mission of helping a bullied kid is in reference to a video that circulated around of a girl being attacked in an Atlanta Park by a group of kids and I sorta placed Alison in that situation and how she would handle it.

This was my 69th Chapter so someone had to get laid and I noticed Task has been rather dry in my stories so I finally gave him a lemon and if you can't tell from how I had Alison dressed she was supposed to have a lemon with Mark and Ana, but things changed in the form of me forgetting Link was in a coma and having to wake hi, up finally.

Stick around for next chapter as BSU New Arcadia is visited by members from another chapter leaving several characters conflicted on their stance within the group, an issue in the wards calls for Roman Family efforts, and a blast from the past comes forth.

Thank you all for reading Zilla 2000 out.