Concrete Jungle

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

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

85. The Morningstar Falls

Paul

Seeing Red

It was just a few days before he would be going to New Arcadia and after that, to Japan. He had been healing up from his injuries for a couple of weeks. He'd been given the strongest pain killers, some adrenaline, and other things to heal up. He'd had cracked ribs and yet here he was about to do another hit. This time, it was just him and Owl Child for this one again and he'd also be meeting Danyen. Paul pulled the tan Willard alongside the road where Danyen got into the back seat. "It's been a minute, bro...skenne'kowa'ken?" Greeted Danyen.

"Hen, Skenneko'wa, Karakon:kie..." He greeted Danyen by his traditional name rather than Danyen being the Mohawk stand in for Daniel. He introduced him to Owl Child. "This is Owl Child. Owl Child, this is...'Danyen'"

"Hey don't blame me for going by an easier name for settler to use, bro. They find my real name too hard to say..."

"You don't need to accommodate them. If they can't learn how to say your real name, fuck them. Now look about that business we were talking about... on the phone..."

"Yeah I don't know, man. I got a reputation to live by. Money for my guns. If I sell out my customers it kinda looks bad on me..."

"Cut the bullshit..." Owl Child stated. The Blackfoot IAA agent was wearing Loc Down sunglasses and a gray wife beater and blue jeans with his hair tied back in a ponytail. He looked anything but a government agent. "Aila was a friend of yours just like K:or. K:OR is doing us a favor and he's an asset of ours. You don't wanna end up in a black site you're gonna take us to where this client of yours is..."

"Hey fuck you, man! I don't work for you. Paul who the fuck is this clown?"

Paul explained the situation to him laying out everything. "Yeah..." Danyen finally said. "I knew Aila got killed and they blamed you for it...we haven't had a chance to talk about that. I didn't think you'd done it. But...why are you just now asking me about this? You know...she was on drugs...I didn't have anything to do with her for a minute...I got...bad news for you man...you know those guys off rez she hooked up with?"

"Yeah...what about them?"

"They were clients of HERS. She was hooking for a minute when you went away and didn't come back. She fuckin relapsed because of you dude...she got clean don't get me wrong but...yeah. When you went away...it fucked her up more than you knew. She turned to drugs to heal her heartache. And Shep told the dealers near the rez's not to sell to her. Then later...she started...you know...so she wasn't friends or casual hookups with those other dudes...they were johns.."

He signed and then said, "I didn't tell you cause I thought the truth might fuck you up worse. I killed all the guys she did that with after the fact though. I saw her when she got clean..you didn't offer to have me help you go after the motherfucker that killed her. But she was still my friend too...we uh...we used to see each other for a bit too when you were still fucking around in Liberty City. And then in Los Santos too. But it didn't work."

Paul sucked in a breath. "Wow. Well...there's nothing anybody can do about it now. I appreciate you killing those tricks."

"I didn't do it for you. I did it for her, man. Those assholes had a thing for Native hookers. And they got upscale business jobs and they still look for that...they gave her cocaine a few times too. They think they can come around the rez or just wherever and do what they want. So I buried them good. They won't be found. I denied you a chance at killing them."

"I didn't think to find out who they were..." Paul stated. "I mean I had an idea but Aila didn't want me to do anything and she was honest with me but she was ashamed about what she did. And I wasn't even with her at the time but we both cared about each other. Right up until the end."

Paul then added, "Dawn feels terrible about this shit but...she's the one that introduced her to huffing and other shit. They were just two scared girls looking to escape the reality of rez life. But now we got a chance to get justice for Aila, man. The police don't give a shit. The media doesn't care either. It's up to us. To get revenge for her. Now me and Owl Child did some digging around and we heard that he's here but he aint with his camp. He's with his allies."

"What do you want me to do?" Asked Danyen.

"Hook up a meeting with your clients. Let's see where they stand."

"I can do that but...how do you know they'd even have the guy you're looking for, bro?"

"Call it a hunch. Plus learning IC had a middle aged white guy with them. It wouldn't surprise me if they had a token white guy in their gang but he wouldn't be middle aged. Even with those Idiot Clique assholes they wouldn't have had white people in the first generation back in the 90's. Just aint the way it works. If I'm being honest, it aint cool that you sell to them. But I guess if you didn't it wouldn't be possible to find em now."

He called them up. He let them know that he had some new firepower at a didscount price. He also stated that he wanted to see if they could arrange a meet with the Angels of Death. He got off the phone.

"I don't know where you got your information. But it looks like it might check out. Maybe. I talked to Desmond Atwater. He's a Chief for Indian clique out in Winnipek but they want to meet up i

"You know the history of Indian Clique?" Asked Danyen addressing Owl Child.

"No, Danny boy, I don't. I'm from Montana. We don't have gang bangers out there we just have a few idiots who think they're gang bangers and they're treated like idiots. Rez gangs are a joke. But I'm seeing in the city you city Indians are a lot more violent. I don't associate with gangsters or I wouldn't outside my job. But since the man I answer to and the IAA director are both idiots, I have to deal with them."

"The two guys that founded it were the son of a chief. A World War II veteran oddly enough. He was highy respected but he beat both of their mom. He sounds a lot like my dad he had a driinking problem. Anyway, the last time he saw his kids, was the year they started IC. The brother Tommy Eagle was molested at the age of 7 by a stranger. His mom was a partier. She didn't do much raising them. She spent money on drugs and booze so they had to steal to feed themselves. They never had a chance."

"Nature versus nurture, eh? I see that a lot in my line of work..." Owl Child stated.'

"I aint making a poor them argument, O.C. They're both fucked up but Tommy is worse. He did just two years for rape and beating the girls husband with a bat. The brother that I hate less got stabbed in prison six years ago."

"What did he do to get busted? Like I said...this aint my usual forte dealing with gangs. I deal with terrorists..." Owl Child reminded them.

"He got in a bar fight with some brothers from the Tribal Syndicate and he went to their house and shot like six people. He killed two of them and neither one of them was the guy he got into it with. He only shot the guy he got into it with but he didn't kill him..." Paul stated.

"You gotta understand something, K:or. I sell guns to whoever. Just like some friends of mine down in New Arcadia. I never sold guns to Angels but i've sold them to Code Red's Tribal Syndicate, Indian Clique and Warriors. I've also sold it to housewives that don't feel safe in the Teranto..." Danyen specified.

"Yeah but that guy you were just on the phone with is a fuckin rapist. You do know that right? There's always pieces of shit in any crew but to have the people that founded an organization...they claimed to be about protecting First Nations. But that gang had girls as young as ten sold into prostitution in the 90's. You know...even though we got problems with the Dead Beats..they were against the Angels before we were. The guyt I did time in prison with, Jean he used to do deals with them. It wasn't until later that we fought. And some chapters have worked with them but we still got bad blood. The IC...they used to hate them. You ask those assholes they'll make it seem like we were cool with Angels first but it's not that simple. We were ripping the Dead Beats off for their stashes. The AOD offered to be distribute heroin and meth to them.

"Yeah,..Billy Eagleaint as bad as Tommy Eagle . Billy's the little brother. You know he was a fan of Tupac...his favorite rapper and then his favorite book that's like the bible for people from IC..that autobiography from '93. Cue Ball's autobiography..."

"I didn't exactly meet those assholes but I killed a lot of their friends. Even when I was cool with the Families. It aint exactly the sazme as out here. You got Families sets killing each other out there and Chamberlain Hills and Carson Avenue were fighting since the 70's."

"Yeah well did you read it?" Asked Danyen.

"No. I don't need to either. I lived it. Even if I was never one of them I was doing their dirt which made me an extension of their will. And that's nothing to be proud of. There's no honor in being a soldier when you can be a Warrior."

"You extend that to the cholos you ran with in prison?" Asked Owl Child.

"Yeah. I don't know the guys that founded Onda personally and it sounds like based on how they were described to me I wouldn't have liked them anyway. A bunch of smack addicts. I could have gotten that at Pierre Noir. Or back home in Kebec or on the streets of weren't showing me anything new other than prison life but everything that came with it I'e already seen before."

"Hey, I get it, man. I've dealt guns to these idiots and I wish I didn't know most of them but I still take their money. But there's times where one of them will die every once and a while and if they're a real piece of shit I consider the money I won't make off them anymore to be a fair trade..." Danyen replied.

Paul added, "The thing about the one upside to the Warriors being much younger than the Vagos or Families or Ballas or Aztecas or the Lords is that I actually met the first generation of them and I know the second generation after that."

"Yeah but Shepard can only really be called second generation when you look at the age difference..." Owl Child reminded him. "Chogan and Little Joe are like the third generation."

They finally arrived on the East Side of Winnipek. Danyen got out and went to the gray van and he got in while Paul got in the back. Owl Child stashed the car three blocks would be circling back around."

"Let me just ask you something..." Danyen stated. "I know her last day on Earth wasn't a good one but before that...was her last time you were around her was that a good experience for her?"

Paul was laid down in the front with his Rifle laying next to him to stay out of sight. "Hen...she was. We both were...and it didn't mean a damn thing because of what happened after that..."

"Look it wasn't all bad and it wasn't all good just like it wasn't with me and her but you gotta hold onto the good memories. Cause if you don't then what are you avenging her for?"

"I...I guess I didn't think about it. You know along with the Warriors from Pierre Noir you've known me longer than most of the people I have known over the years including anybody I knew in LC. It just seems like every time I saved her life before that seem pointless. And even getting her to not do drugs or huff or anything anymore."

"Look...I don't know if you're still practicing the old ways anymore and I know you used to go to church but...there's either life after death or there isn't. Either way, bro... in your last monents together you two forgave each other right?'

"Yeah but that doesn't matter," Paul said. "I've gotrten pissed at her again thinking back on it how she was all self destructive. And how she just wasn't careful to even end up the way she did to get caught by the Dead Beats."

"Right but think, Paul. If there's no afterlife then she still spent her last moments with the two of you forgiving anything. Her for how she treated herself and you for leaving. There was no more of that. If there is an afterlife she'd love you enough to know you're justified to be a little bitter about it all. If she's still out there somewhere then you'll see her again. But she'd want you to look after Dawn you both cared about her. And to not get yourself killed too soon."

He then thought a minute and added, "When I found out you two were back together and it looked like you weren't going anywhere I thought motherfucker this guy got her again and it was you sheh loved. Or she loved you more anyway and me, I was back whenever I wasn't doing deals in other states or provinces. There were times I was around when you weren't. But then I didn't stay gone for years like you did..."

"If you're here to say that because I was gone all that time..." Paul gritted his teeth.

"No. But I though why do you get to just come in? I don't doubt you cared about her but you were gone all that time in Liberty and then in San Andreas. I know you never meant to hurt her like that but I still had to clean up your slack from that. And deal with her emotions. And she'd take out rage she had at you for not being there when she was having ptsd out on me. But now...I know I'm the lucky one. I wasn't the one that had to watch her die. And I know you blame yourself even though that aint on you not most of the way but you're gonna keep saying it is. I was the lucky one. Cause as much as her death fucked me up and had me feeling guilty about not talking to her when she was huffing...I know I didn't have her blown up in front of me."

"You saying it was my fault?!" Demanded Paul. "I tried to show what I learned combat wise to all of them and it was up to them to use what I told them. But the Angels isolated her and used her as bait to draw me out and I fell for it. Hook line and sinker. It doesn't matter that I wasn't the fish he caught and he ended up sacrificing the bait. That's a victory he's got over me."

"Hey you're working with these Angency dudes and you found her through me not them. '

"That's only if he's here..."

"The point is, it may not be you and you alone that finds her but just in case we get Lucifer today and get him to walk the gauntlet...it wouldn't matter if it was you or me or the IAA cause the Agency wouldn't care how they get their man either as lomg as they get him."

Paul messaged for the Warrior Society members he had recruited ogf the 29 to meet him at the spot but to hang back.

"Rohthahi:ne..."

(magazine)

"Manitou tiakotehià:ron iakonkwehón:we..."

(She is first nations from Manitou)

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Finally, three vehicles, a dark blue Oracle, 03, a 2013 gray Willard, and a eige Burrito pulled up. Four Angels of Death got out. Owl Child dialed Paul who had teh phone on vibrate./ He answered and dared not whisper just in case any Indian Clique bangers or any Angels were paranoid from drug use. "All right...I got visual on Tommy Eagle... and a few of his bozos and they're talking to four males, white, at your seven o'clock. They're about seventy five yards from your position."

The Angels of Death gang member walked towards Danyen. "You got him covered in case these assholes try anything right?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, if they make a move I don't like I'll pink mist em all but it'll be hard to not have one of them drop Danyen before I can get em all."

"I was sorry to hear about your brother..." Danyen stated.

Tommy nodded. "Yeah...fuckin Tube Steaks...I've been thinking about getting my ass sent to the same pen they're in just to get close to the assholes. But Billy always had a temper. He was the reason why we didn't get along with those boys..." He nodded to an aging biker. "Me...I'm a little more realistic. We got a lot of enemies..." In reality they had more enemies than just about any Native gang in the provinces.

"Paul..." Owl Child said in his ears very clearly.

"What?"

"That's Lucifer. Visual confirmed. Whatever you do...hold your fire. Your friend is not clear of danger."

"Believe me, Fred I aint giving him that easy a death. I'm putting him down the hard way."

"Danyen, this is Lucifer. He was a major part ofthe Biker Wars over there in Kebec where you're from. Surprised you two never met...then again Luc here was probably in prison when you were out doing your deals and you were probably too young to remember the biker wars."

"I didn't see it but I remember my dad reading it in the papers and mom was looking at it on the news."

"Yeah...those were my wilder days. Better times. I'd say we made out okay though. Got in good with the West End Irish crew out there in Mount Royal. You know who taught him how to read?" Lucifer was smirking ear to ear. "His brother..." He nodded towards Tommy. "An Indian teaching a white guy to read. Aint that something?"

Danyen shrugged. "Times are changing."

"Well I wish your brother coukld have seen it our way, Tommy. He wanted equality but there just isn't as many of you as us. If you had chapters in Australia, New Zealand and europe it'd be one thing. Hell if you can at least expand into Latin America I'm sure one day you'd get more international standing but right now you haven't even expanded fuly into the States yet. It's still better to eat with us at our table than to be the meal we're eating. We make alliances based on need. Mutual need. In the states we worked with the Aryan Vanguard. Out here it suits us better to work with IC. And to be fair you're a nice neutral party between us and the Asian crews. We can work with them but we feel a little more secure with you around when we have to. And we need new Asian contacts but no more Triads."

He had on a black leather jacket over his vest which had his cut on it. He wore a Nomads vest on under the jacket. "Hey, Danyen.."

"Paul we got more Angels of Death moving in..."

Paul burst out of the van and began laying down heavy fire. He struck down five of them aiming center mass not worried about the body armor they may have had on them. Three fell, wounded the other two fell dying nof their wounds. The twenty nine brothers began charging in their Rifles ablaze plus Terrance and Angus were with the twenty nine.

Dawn was also with the twenty nine as was Terrance and Angus. Rifles cracked in the night air. An Angel took fifteen rounds in the back and he slumped against his Zombie knocking it over. Paul got out and he saw Lucifer taking shots at the twenty nine with an AK-47. He hit one of them and luckily the man had armor on. Paul sneered as he got behind him. He kicked him in the back. "Hey, Luc! You only gave us one casualty and he's gonna be fine!" Before the older man could turn around and fire on him, he asked, "Remember me?" He kicked him in the face.

He fell unconscious. He grabbed him and threw him in the van. Tommy was struck in the face by Danyen. "If we're gonna make Lucifer walk the gauntlet..." Danyen said looking to Paul. "

Neto

Death's Mercy

He heard a knock at the door. He opened it with a Glock 19 on the other side of it. Triste was outside. "We got a fuckin problem, ese! Some cerotes just carved up some innocent woman and strung her body up with a pentagram."

'Marabunta?" Demanded Neto.

"It looks like it bro but they got a bunch of other people with em. There's fools pretending to be La Migra. The homies been following em cause they snatched up a couple of Aztecas too and we tailed the motherfuckers to the LS River. Under the streets."

He noticed Jose was outside waiting with his AKM ready. Troubles was ready too and she had a Spas 12. "How did any of the homies see that and come back alive?"

"Thjey carved up one of our homies, Casper he made it up to the streets and back here he told us what was happening."

'Orale. They're fuckin stupid...we're going after em..."

Chela came outside too. "They just killed a fuckin baby..." She said with tears in her eyes.

"I know who did this shit..."Neto stated. "If it aint Mark Roman it's somebody else. Worse than him.'

They drove in silence to the area they were told it was. Neto got his Fire Serpant ready and headed down the steep hill. The Vagos and Aztecas folloqewd. They spotted them. Two Marabunta Grande members smoking frajos. Neto had eyes on them with binnoculars. Look at their placasos...' He handed them so each gang member could take a look as they ducked down behind the black Baller SUV's.

They were speaking in Spanish and they could hear it. "They're not from around here..." He whispered. 'They're fr El Slvador..." He zoomed in on the tattoo of the other. 'But that one was in the Dockington area. See those numbers?" They made their way forward. pavo foired his AK-74 and he had a suppressor on it. He laid down both Marabunta Grande members. HJe gave them a kick as he approached their bodies. Neto chuckled. pao voiced his discontent. 'Fuckin fakers, homes. These putos think the 13 is for Marabunta. Instead of Mēxihcatl Onda..."

Neto was impressed. He knew the original name for Onda that mostly old timers used.

They made it further into the tunnel. A Marabunta member fired an AK-47 at them a man wearing a dark blue plaid shirt over a white wife beater and beige khakis. Neto lit him up with a perfect shot to the heart. "Shot through the heart and you're too late!' He bellowed.

Troubles fired striking a Salvadoran gang member in the right side of the chest opening him up. A woman of Guetemalan descent was laying on the ground with her miniskirt pulled down crying. They hadn't gotten to her yet in that way but there were four Marabunta members. Chela fired her two PP-91 KEDR's and she struck two out of four down. "Cabrones! You give all Central Americans a bad name!"

Zorra fired her PP-90M1 and struck down the last two. Neto helped the crying Guatemalan woman up. 'You're safe. We're gonna get you to safety..." He told El Camello, "Keep her safe carnal but don't take her back yet. More of these cabrones might be loose in our city."

Neto made his way furtyher in and he saw three men and four women dressed like INS. Some had tattoos others didn't. The first was a Caucasan woman with red hair with ble streaks in it and a septum piercing standing 5'3. She fired an M4 back at them and struck a member of the Jamestown varrio in the chest and stomach. Neto let off the remainder of his magazine including the woman sawing down three of them. Two Aztecas fell, struck by a black male standing at five eleven and one eighty five pounds who had no tattoos.

Listo struck him between the eyes. Neto reloaded and Triste hit them with four rounds himself. They rolled up on the dying fake INS agents. Neto grabbed one, a Caucasian male hit in the right knee cap, and in the left wrist. "Where's Patrick? he's nearby but which tunnel?" The guy growled, "I don't know what you're talking about! We're INS!"

Jose stepped on his broken and shot wrist where the bone was popping out. He howled. "I hate la migra aready bad enough as it is. But you motherfuckers are sick. I can't stand Mara Cucas and you bring the outta state bitches here?" The guy screamed, "Fuck you ya fuckin wetback!"

"Not that it matters to an ignorant fucker like you but I'm also Navajo."

"Fuck you...Chief Huffs A Can. Yeah...that's what I'll call anybody thats half beaner and half red. Huffsacan..." Navajo stepped directly on the bone. "And I'll be calling you a coroner if you don't tell us what we wanna hear, bilgaana. I'm no racist but a lot of you are and I don't play that shit."

"ARGHHHHHHH!" He screeched.

"Patrick...he's better than you...we kill for fiun not money. A true artist! Besides...we both know...the pen is segregated. So which is it Pancho? Do you roll with the Ese's or the Others car? That must tear you up inside knowing you gotta choose...even if your gang is named after a bunch of human sacrificing fucks..,."

Jose grabbbed the sticking out bone this time and he tore more skin and sinew and the sound of bone popping as he twisted filled the air as blood spurted out over his own arm and Jose's. "The most you can hope for now is a clean death. You don't have to suffer anymore, cabron. Patrick did this shit to draw us here anyway or at least to send a message to us. Where would be the fun in us not getting there in time?"

The disciple of Patrick smiled. "You're right...he's in that tunnel to the right..." Neto grabbed the other INS faker , a Peruvian American woman from Alderney. "Let's go, coconut..."

"Don't kill me..." She begged in fear as he went down one tunnel while Listo went down the next. Jose stayed with him. Neto spotted patrick. He had her splayed out like a deer and gutted like a fish. She had been a pretty Salvadoran woman, 19 years old. "This...is what I';m talking about! No guts no glory! We are on a mission! And it has to be nation wide!"

A disciple who had ridden into battle with him before, a man of Arab descent with a tattooed face and a shaved head, aged twenty six, called out, "How far will we take our mission?"

"World wide...killing Americans is fun. Evading the FIB is funner. But the real fun can begin when you go to another country. You know...not all of you are white but I can tell you it does get a bit more interesting in a third world country when you are. People automatically assume you're wealthy. I have been to thirteen different third world countries. Only four of them were Slavic shit holes but that's not what we're talking about. Even in a country where the locals don't look like you..." He took a lick of the intestines. "Like this bitch here...it';ds better to still TRY to blend in. Dress like the locals. And as crazy as it sounds...it's better to travel by night in a thirdf wotld country."

He smirked. "Always stay on hold at all the national TV your stuff and be ready to leave at anytimeHave your suppliances always ready and not to leave during bombing hours."

"Consider this your third world country you aint surviving, eh! You just invaded Mexico!" Neto growled as he started firing and nailed three of Patrick's followers. Triste hit two iof them but took five in the vest. 'Patrick fired the M3 he had and struck two Aztecas down with gut shots. Neto fired at him but he ducked into cover behind a wall. Neto went after him and Patrick fired blindly almost hitting Neto in the face.

"I got more men coming, Neto!"

'Then they're gonna rot down here too!"

"We could have teamed up but you're JUST TOO FUCKIN STUPID!"

"You're a bitch for Mark and the IAA. You're not a real serial killer, puto! Real ones act alone."

"And that's why most get caught! But what if we could be motre organized?! Have a network?! And who says we can't be involved in the gang and drug world?! If anything t's more of a challenge! Sorry about your homies there!" Patrick went to take another shot but Neto grabbed the shotgun and kicked the serial killer in the gut. He then clubbed him in the face. As Patrick bled from his forehead he let out a cackle. "YOU...HAVE NOTHING TO THREATEN ME WITH!" Neto hit him again and he laughed through bloody teeth.

Neto went to do it a third time but Patrick had a spare pocket knife and he sliced Neto's right leg. He then stabbed Neto in the stomach but his vest protected him. Somewhat. Patrick threw a punch that was also a stab. More of his fist hit Neto's right cheek but the blade did bite him closer towards his ear.

He swung again and Neto head butted him and the blade did cut a straight limne across his forehead. Neto threw a hard right to his face and began to slam his head against the wall. He then kicked the man in the ribs as hard as he could and grabbed his bloodied face. Neto saw Zorra struggling with a female serial killer with a swordfish haircut. The woman was ex military and she had a combat knife about to punch into the cholas chedst and she was powerless to stop thetrained woman. Neto broke away from Patrick realizing he had the shotgun and he didnt remember picking t up.

He lifted it ip and with a boom, his disciple was dead and Zorra was covered in her brain matter but Patrick seized the oppurtunity and clubbed Neto with his own Rifle in the back of the head. He tried pulling the trigger but it went dry. "Ah,...you shot all your fuckin..now it's just blanks..." He threw the Rifle beaming Neto in the face Neto knew the shotgun was empty and he took his own handgun and fired at Patrick's back as he ran. The serial killer fell over but got up and he was a good thirty feet away. He staggered and kept runnng. Neto narrowly missed a shot to the back of the head but the blood got in his eyes and this was why.

"I HOPE YOU LIKED THE MARABUNTA TOUCH, NETTY! I TRY TO BE INCLUSIVE AND MARABUNTA DOES THINGS TO THEIR FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS THAT MAKE ME HARD AS A ROCK! I THINK SALVADORANS ARE MY FAVORITE LATINOS! MAYBE MEXICO COULD USE A GOOD CIVIL WAR SO YOU GUYS CAN TAKE THEIR SPOT!"

Patrick got onto a yellow Sanchez and began to speed away. Neto growled with anger. "I fucked up..he got away...we didn't bring any caruchas in here..."

"We';ll get him next time..." Shivered Zorra. "We had to kill these punks...we're killers but them..they're something else Neto...you saved me carnal...I love you for that..."

"Don't mention it, lets just get outta here before the real migra and juras show up..."

"Shit was fucked up how they did them, man..." Triste said with a solemn look on his face. "I'm glad we lit these putos up but I didn';t wanna see this shit...we took the othewwr tunnel...they killed a little boy,man...I'm a papa that shit..."

"I get it, fool. I am did the right thing..." He sighed. "I won't say they can rest in peace cause I don't know but theyll rest easer knowing we sent these bitches on ther way."

The gangsters began to leave. Jose left the man he had been tortured. "Hey...what about me...?"

"What about you?" Asked Jose.

"Either kill me or get me somewhere I can walk to a hospital! You said I'd get a clean death!"

"And you believed me?" Sneered Jose. "I don't hate all bilgaana but many of you are liars. This is not hate just observation..and I lied to you the way you lie to us...because we're equals...tu sabes que? I've killed innocents. But never kids," He began to leave and the man screamed and cursed him as they left him to his fate to scream and die in pain alone where civilization and being saved by a doctor was so close tet so far away.

As they drove, Triste and Jose were in the same car, a dark gray pheonix. "That was cold blooded the way you handled that fool. But I liked it, ese...he had it coming."

"You and me are killers, Triste and it's about business. Even that shit I had to do for that fuckin puto, Oso. It was just business.I can sit there and tell myself I didn't like that shit but I still got paid. That's what made it worse, carnal. I could have been more against it if I hadn't gotten paid but I needed that feria so I spent it."

"Hey you don't gotta tell me, dog. I aint with all that politics shit inside it's a big pinche headache. Sure, we do what we gotta do for the car and all but I don't take that with me to the streets. Out here..I still say fuck Jamestown. And Marabunta. And any other enemigas we got from other varrios but now shit is different. Cause I know some fools on that side that are firme. Maybe that's the one thing the carnales insoide got right. They put the pedo aside and it's strictly business."

He then added, "Yeah as for that fool under patrick fuck that guy, homie. You and me it's business or it's personal but it aint never for pleasure. But even if we enjoy fucking up somebody that did us wrong...that's the key word. Personal. That bitch back there was killing innocent gente back there. He was basura and you got rid of him, carnalito. Don't ever feel shit but orullo. It would only be better if he was a child molestor and you took him out."

"Yeah but then that would mean that there would have to still be a kid out there that he molested and I wouldn't want that. Don't get me wrong. I see a chomo I'm taking him out cause I got a kid now but it's also because I got a kid that I can't just smoke anybody I want now. And even for some shit like that I'd have to have the fool followed back to his pad and get him there or some shit."

"What? Nah, you thinking too hard, Joe. I just meant that if it was somebody that had already done that and there is alrready people that did, then it would be that much better. Who was that fool Patrick anyway?"

"I don't know carnal only what Neto told me he's some serial killer from the Northeast. He was using some Mareros you saw that shit. He's trying to have a network of serial killers. Or he already does."

"Truth be told doggy just like you don't like that fool Oso I don't know about Neto, dog. I mean he looks out for the homies don't get me wrong and I'm a homie but it's like damn you're younger than he is and you got that fools ear more than I do. I mean you and I we both aint with the shit with letting politics bleed out into the streets and you know I got homies that aint Raza ans so do you so why is he showing you more love?"

"You were locked up more recently than I was. Besides we may not see it and you don't see it but I've seen it once...he's actually closer to that fool El Camello than he is with anybody else besides maybe Chela, Gata, and Culebra. But you would never know that. I didn't notice it at first either but I overheard those two talking. Turns out the reason Neto even came up here is because he knew Camello back in the day from down there. That and he had to run from Madrazo's cartel and he heard that the Madrazo cousins were in town but that's why. It aint just being Aztecas I mean Camello is like him to where he's a Mexican transplant that banged Azteca down there and came up here but he was real enough that fools from out here let him stay and do that shit."

"Really? I didn't know that."

"And if it is for any reason other than what I just said it'd probably be because you got homies that were or are Families and Ballas. I got friends from their neighborhoods too that I haven't been able to see in a long time since I got dopwn and I know some people on the west side of town that aing woith the life they're just in the drug scene and they're all right but yeah it's probably because even though neither of us hates morenos you actually are cool with fools from those sets."

"Damn he's gonna hold that against me? What the fuck. He's had beef with the Families and Ballas before but it wasn't those fools I swear by that shit cause if it was like that I wouldn't even be able to say what's up when I roll through Davis or wherever que no? What's the point of all that programming and getting the big homies out of the SHU if we can't program on the streets too not just inside? I think Neto's got that prison mentality thing going."

"Yeah but let's be real, Triste. You wanted to be just like he was. You and a lot of other fools I know wanted to be Chicno Mafia and be doing life. It sounds twisted but there's people that thought that way see me if I did I'd wanna be one of the few still out on the streets but you told me yourself, man."

"Yeah but I got kids too and after getting locked up a few times it aint all it's cracked up to be. I can stand to be more succesful if I start to run my own legit business someday like maybe one of those weedspots that's out in Vespucci. I heard some vato from Chamberlain Hills went and bought it. I could do that too."

"Hey if you're cool with people that bang from that neighborhood and don't have a problem with it then go apply. He'd probaly give you a job."

"Somehow I doubt that. I don't got any pedo with Chamberlain Hills or Forum Drive or none of those hoods but some Families and Baller sets do so they probably won't hire my ass just off principal of me being VLA."

"Never know until you try."

"Yeah but then there's homies like Lil Maniaco doing his thing in the rap game. I know he aint a millionaire yet but he's probably close. And he aint Onda. He aint even a big homie on the streets he was a soldado and he got straight into that. I know there's big homies that make millions through hustling right don't get me wrong but if you're doing life that only goes so far. And if a soldado can get to where he can start to make LEGIT income just from rapping about being a gangster rather than doing the same old shit then why not do that?"

"Yeah but every Azteca doesn't love Lil Maniaco. A lot can't stand him actually some think he's faking. It doesn't matter what the truth is some people are alkways gonna think you're not about la vida and try and test you."

"Man, you'll always have haters. And that's anybody, homie it doesn't matter if it's me you, Maniaco or Neto but less people are gunning for Maniaco than Neto. Less people are gunning for you and me too. Look where I want to be at? Is where I can take ten g's outta the bank or more and not have the IRS looking into me. That's the real dream for when I see enough feria all at once I get a fuckin woody ese. Same as a hyna with a culona. I see the money I see all the possibilities."

"Yeah well that's all gotta be put on hold for now, man. We don't really even see Marabunta on our side of town but even if it's some business through Onda them fools aint coming in our varrio unless we get expressed permission from a big homie. It doesn't even have to be Neto or one of the big dogs it can just be Helgada but letting any Mareos around here after that shit is a mistake."

Triste disagreed. "Those were outta state dick riders, homie I'm cool with the cerotes fromn the original MB hood but even with that it aint just us they disrespected by doing that shit tonight it's them too. We should get them on board with killing any fake outta state Marabunta. That's the other thing, perro. An Azteca from down south ccan come across the border and chill in LS and get assimilated and civiized in South Central. But somebody from Marabunta that's down there raping and killing innocent people to have to come up here and be under somebody else..Onda...they can't do it. So we gotta have different rules for them. I say no Mareros from Virginia or El Salvador. If they're from El Salvador but they clique up here that's one thing but if they got jumped in down there or even Mexico we should green light em."

"You won't get any argument from me on that front. Maybe we may have to talk to Big Evil I don't know. His hoods a long way from ours but they're still pissed at all Aztecas over some of that shit Big Demon used to pull."

"Fuckin Demon I miss that fool eh...you know what I got my issues with how Neto runs things ut at least he got revenge for him. Fuckin Marabunta..."

"Yeah I know carnal...I always thought it'd be the SOP's that would get him or he'd go to the pen for life. We shouldn't have ever gotten into it with Mara Cucas. I wasn't riding with Neto in the start I was just kinda in the background and I didn't trust him for shit. I didn't know him. He rose to the top pretty fast for somebody that just got here."

"What are you talking about, homie? That's one of the worst things about politics on the inside. I couldn't stand sharing a day room with the Mierda might not be our oldest enemigas but they're our biggest and prison shit aint changing that."

"We live in South Los Santos, Triste. The Marabunta fools don't got any real territory out here. We go west north and south. Vagos are everywhere but the Mareros are only in West and South."

"I seen some of those fools kicking it in East Vinewood before. They're lucky I didn't pull up and blast em but I was going to see a bitch out there and I didn't wanna fuck my day up over those punks. Plus it was broad day light. They started shouting some shit to me cause they must know I was real but I put pussy over a 187 anyday. I'll always do what I have to do but I'm more of a hustler. I only fight when it's about business or personal. A bunch of faggots out there on the corner aint worth that."

Jose frowned but Triste didn't understand why. "Mirate...my point is...our varrio has had more problems with Jamestown. They're our neighborss not MB. To this day I got more of a problem with fuckers from that side and I don't trust em but with Neto doing shit the way he does it...we gotta do business and at least when you get to meet some people on the other side before you blast em it humanizes em and then you don't wanna blast em. How many wars with other varrios could have beenavoided if we did have a carnal like Neto stepping in?"

"Yeah you wouldn't think a vato that was in the cartel would be that good at keeping the peace cause it aint nothing organized where he' from. Cartels beef with cartels. And what's really stupid is they don't even live n the same part of the country, man. Neto's cartel was in Sinaloa but they got turf all over the place but the Ceros have Juarez and Nuevo Paraiso. That city Chuparosa is a rough town. I got into some scrapes down there when I was just partying there..."

"I'm just saying it doesn't make sense to get mixed up in the shit with Marabunta and now some shit three years ago that I didn't even participate in...it got Demon killed and it could be drawing us into another war if the fools from that side still have more questions about it."

"Just being real with you Joe but Neto got us mixed up in that too. You weren't about it on the west or north side of town but others were. Especially Azteca varrios closer to over there that's been on since the 80's."

"Neto didn't have shit to do with why that happened. He just got shot and the fucker that did it happened to be Marabunta. Not only that, back then Neto wasn't a carnal when he first got out here and he was following Demon's lead so anything he would have done agaimnst them would have been on his orders. So if what you said was true it would mean Demon got himself killed, not Neto."

"Look you know what? You're the better soldier. I don't mean no disrespect. Me, I'm a hustler. Culebra's the better guerrero, que no? He's loyal and capable but he aint afraid to question Neto. To be honest i aint trying to do that either and I don't think you want to and you shouldn't. You and I don't got the hands to hold him off if he ever gets pissed off at us and wants to use us as a punching bag. I heard about the shit he did when he got out here especially when he first got out here. That meth shit? See it's one thing even if Neto could be reasoned with the meth can't. It's its own thing."

He lit a blunt and Jose growled, "Don't light that shit up in here! What if we get pulled over by the juras?"

"We just came from a shootout, dog. You really think a little weed is gonna make that much of a difference to a jury?"

"No but it might give the pigs probable cause to search us."

"Just let me take a few puffs and I'll put the shit out. I need to calm my nerves and so do you."

"Not while i'm driving, pendejo. Aint happening."

"You got Old Sex bodyspray, right? Just spray some off in the car. Besides, we aint the only car right now driving through South Central that smells like weed. These pigs out here are gonna be busy all day pulling motherfuckers over for bullshit."

Jose sprayed it but shook his head. He turned the music down. "Hey why you gotta turn the tunes down homie?"

"Cause I like silence sometimes in the car motherfucker. Or just people can talk but right now you're pissing me off being stupid with the mota, homes. I hate that shit about riding in cars with fuckin anybody else. Always gotta haave music blasting I mean what trhe fuck is wrong with people they gotta always have music they xcan't handle talking or silence? Damn!"

"Chill out, fool! Aint nothing that serious."

"You just saw what we just came from right? I can live with the shit I did at that parade. I don't like it but I can live with it. But that shit with that pregnant woman...that's gonna fuck me up for a long time. Those gente didn't do shit to that fuckin punk and he just diced em up just cause he I didn't have a choice with what I did. In somre ways when you get down for the cliqua you give up individual freedoms. Especially where Onda comes in at but I did what I had to do because I had to do it. With that shit, Patrick didn't have to do that."

"I know, bro I never said I had love for serial killers. They're bitches, ese. They always or at least usually go after hynas. If they were really about it they'd go after hombres get a bit more of a challenge eh?' Triste suggested.

"You've shot some females in your time, Triste don't lie..."

"I have and most were either from jamestown, a Baller or a Families ruca but they were shooting at us first so they got what they had coming and I've still killed more of their vatos than their hynas. It's the game we play I mean hynas aint as deep in this shit."

"Gata or Chela would eat your ass alive..."

"Shit for real? You think they'd eat my ass?" He smirked./

"What?"

"You said they'd eat my ass alive. Both at the same time right?"

"Man don't ever let Neto hear you talking that way about gata, fool. He'd lay you out quick."

"I aint suicidal, man. You gotta lighten up. Thing is it's a dirty job we do just like a garbage man or a janitor but more blood. I don't take this bullshit home with me though I got kids and they don't need the negativity of the streets."

"You thinlk you can protect them from it?" Jose asked with a bleak look in his dark eyes. "Asking for a friend..." He said with a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

"Yeah. That's what a dads supposed to do right?"

"Yeah but even if you got them to where you keep the street shit away from them somehow a bullet crashing through that window can still happen. I've had my house shot up before by Jamestown Street and I was lucky we never got hit but you never know when a bullet's gonna hit somebody. And I've seen a lot of ninos laid out cold on the sidewalk. I'm getting tired of seeing it."

"So you out the game?"

"No not really but...it might be smart to move outta Rancho. It's where our enemigas expect us to be and we still can run shit pero tu sabes I got enough stripes on the streets from the shit I done as a teenager plus these last three years to where I can just have pee wees douing what I need done. Some game pee wees, man that's what we both should do."

"You don't see that as a sin and shit using kids?"

"Teenagers aint kids when they grow up in Rancho, wey. They're young adults and that's what age you and me jumped ofgf the porch./ Look I'm not sending any pee wee out there to do what I need that aint already in the mix I aint gonna recruit nobody new. And when it comes to them as kids or my kids, I'lll always pick my kids and for now this is how I provide. But I've been saving up feria and maye we can get outta Rancho. I want the kids to still get access to their culture so it won't be anywhere too ot of the way."

"Vespucci Beach still has some vatos banging out there but it cleaned up a lot. There's plenty of raza out there. Shit can happen there but it aint like out here. Or you could go to East Los but there's no Aztecas out there to have your back and the Vago hoods out there might not kill you but they might not help you either. Me, I'd love to move but I don't got enough feria saved up yet and I'd probably move to Vespucci."

"There's those Marabunta punks out there..." Jose stated.

"Yeah but they're just out there to hustle. We can stay outta their way they stay outta ours. And we can put some breathing room between ourselves and Helgada cause as much as I got prolems with Neto he's at least hands on. Helgada barely does shit anymore he thinks cause he did jales in the 80's and 90's he can coast off that shit forever. Fuck that. It's a new age and if he aint rolling with the times he can fuck off..." Triste ssaid with a hint of venom.

"He did smoke a lot of Ballas and Jamestown putos in his day though..."Admitted Jose. "He did walk by's on the Jamestown Street chavalas and the Ballas well...as soon as that luz verde came down from the pen he was on it. '98 was a crazy year for that fool."

Ivan

The Armenians spotted a few more Vagos guards who were lookouts in cars. A gold Stallion sped up the street and an Uzi was sprayed out the window trying to down the attackers. Anya was hit with three rounds just before she ducked into cover. J Bird opened up on the Vago who had done this with his M3. "Fuck Carretilla, homie! We're blasting all you fools!"

The driver crashed the Stallion and came out firing a Browning HP. He struck J Bird three times in the chest but he had a vest on.

Clyde and Slim saw two Vagos and two Vagas coming from the right with shotguns and automatics of their own. Clyde fired his shotgun, a Remington 1100 striking a Vaga in the stomach and she squeaked as he hit her. He was wasting no time and hit the next one a male in the right leg but also the knee cap. Slim struck him down too with the Mac-10 hitting the guy in the aeorta. Clyde hit the second chola, a woman of Mexican and Salvadoran descent with yellowish brown skin standing 5'4 wearing a white wife beater and a gold crucifix necklace in the right breast.

"Now that's what I call a breast reduction!" Cackled Israel as he and Daniel fired on two Vagos retreating across the street firing over their shoulders only for Daniel to wing him in the right shoulder.

Tavit had an IMI Galil and was spraying as a Burrito pulled up and he hit all the gang members in the back turning them to swiss cheese with twenty rounds and the next four hit the gangster in the passenger side up front. Only the driver was unscathed. Then he was hit in the forehead by Mardak who fired a .380 Micro Desert Eagle. The next round hit him in the left side of the jaw.

There were three Vagos who had been doing work on a black Glendale but after hearing the shots came ready. The Armenians engaged them and soon the three of them were mincemeat.

Tavit spotted a wounded Vago and picked him up off the ground like a rag doll. "Where is the shit?"

"I don't know what you're talking about...fuck you..." He dug his nails through the gloves into his shoulders. "AGHHHHHHHHHHH CHINGADA!" Cried the shaved headed gangster. "GET OFF ME!"

"Make this easy on yourself..." Mardak insisted approachim him from behind pressing the hot barrel to the back of his neck sizzling the skin. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! FUCK! OKAY! IT'S INSIDE THE GARAGE!" He turned to Mace, J Bird, Anya and and Tati, "Stugek' ayn."

(Check it out)

He hit the garage opener on the car inside and they moved in. The bang of a Spas 12 rang out and J Bird was struck in the face blowing his head off. Mace, Anya and Tati fired their automatics riddling the inside of the garage with rounds."Fuck! They got J Bird, man!" Cried out Mace.

The three Armenians retrieved the five bricks of cocaine and headed back for the vehicle. Clyde and Slim made ther way back up the street with Vagos in hot pursuit. Nine rounds came their way and three hit Clyde in the back and two hit Slim. Slim fell in the strreet rolling over with a sidearem to shoot back. He took two more in the chest as he did this.

"Fuck!" Cried Slim. A Vago paused as he saw the bandanna come off on accident as he sucked in a harsj breath but Clyde fired his shotgun to keep them at bay and the Vagos took cover.

Mardak took a burritoi and floord it and Daniel and Israel got into it and yelled to Clyde and Slim, "If you want a ride this is your chance! It's anarchy here now!" They went to do this and the Vago who had shot Slim saw his face temporarily unmasked. "Hey, that fools a college baller! That's Gerard Anderson, man!"

He hit him with the butt of his AK-47 in the head. Ivan fired his AK-101 striking two Vagos down, the first in the right rib cage to his cerebelum with nine rounds. He hit a chola who was a bit overweight by forty pounds with light brown skin and curly black ringlets for hair. He struck her in both breasts. Blood caked the black pounders shirt she wore and she cried out in pain.

The three Vagos that were near Slim and grabbed him. "This pendejo is coming with us! I heard he was involved with the streets but if he's still doing that shit he';s fair game..." Clyde aimed at the man that had him and pulled the trigger but the sht missed. He was empty and they opened fire on him and Daniel pulled him in. "We gotta leave him fool! Before the juras arive!"

"He's my friend I can't leave him!"

"We're not prioritizing a fucking football player! You are not in the NFL anymore and he isn't yet and now he probably won't be..."

Ivan vowed, "I'll go get him!" He hopped into the crashed Stallion and tore up the street. Natasha got in. "You drive, I shoot!" Natasha barked. He began to speed after the Vagos but now he heard sirens. "Great! Just what fucking need! More people to shoot!"

The cops were behind them four squad cars deep. He was glad they at least had their ski masks on. She fired the AN-94 out the window and struck a police officer of Caucasian descent a woman with blue eyes standing at 5'5. She was hit in the chest but the rounds went through the vest. She hit her partner dragging rounds from his chest up to his neck, an African American man in his early forties.

"We didn't need to start shooting!" He barked. "Now they're just going to fucking come after us that much harder!"

"You are my the father of my children and I'm with you in same car, no? But Grisha is my family. I will not let him go down for any of this."

"Maybe he should! He summoned us to make us think it was something he needed done and in reality we were just stealing fucking cocaine from these people! It wasnh't even that great of a score. I don't expect much kickback from it out of whatever he's getting from the Armenians but when coke is $1400 a kilo and they've stolen five I expect something for us."

"Our clients are no longer just people in upscale night clubs. We have upgraded to rich house wives, divorcees included. We are expanding not just in North Vinewood but all over Richman and Morningwood."

"Sure but there are Vago sets in Vinewood and all over Los Santos. Not just South and East LS! We will be getting into more wars."

"I don't care. Neither does Grisha. Besides the Aztecas are still your enemies too, no? But for now you and Neto are on the same side. You can use this to your advantage. He might not kill Vagos foir you but he might tell them to back off. If he will not do this then you should not help him any further in the war down south."

"That maybe true but we have our own agenda down there. It isn't about Neto."

"You're also forgetting that in the war with our father, Grisha allied himself with Marabunta. His dealings with them are still intact. If anymore Vagos have a problem we will use them as footsoldiers."

"Marabunta might fight with some other barrios on the streets and it might go this way for a while but if Onda finds out they were foot soldiers against other barrios they will get green lit at the worst or at best they will be ordered to stop helping us. They might fight among each other and they might each try and get ione up on each other in the drug business but La Onda would never let them be mercenaries for us."

"Then we shouldn't let them find out!" She cried as she fired back since the police were now raining shots on Ivan's car.

"They shouldn't be firing back at us. Aren't police worried they could potentially hit a bystander?"

"In most cases in this country ythey would rather get a road block and have us outnumbered ten to one before they do a firefight. They like to be in control!" He explaned as he tore down south on Eclipse Boulevard.

They saw a N.O.O.S.E vehicle and Natasha panicked and unloaded on the right side of it emptying the casket magazine. They fell off and she ducked down and reloaded and runds came crashing at their car.

"God fucking damn it!" Ivan cried out as one round hit him in the right hip. About twenty rounds had hit their ride but they had lucked out. They were laying out spoke strips.

He drove instinctivley turning to not hit the spikes and he ran over instead, the officer who had laid them out. He sent the man flying into the side of a Beamnn Machine.

"This is not fucking good!" He growled. "Clyde and me we have a history and if he's found some new save the children project he is not going to be happy with that!"

"There is nothing we can do!" Natasha yelled back as she fired out the window. "If we go after the handball player, we lead the cops to him. His football career will be over if he has police just behind us when we try and save him. He woiuld have to explain why he is associating with us and with Armenian Pride members. He would have to explain his DNA at the crime scene! We are doing him a favor by letting them get away with him for now."

"You think it's good to just let these cholos take him?!" He barked back.

"It's him or us! If they're smart they will take him and ransom him."

"Ransom? They'll probably kill him."

"'Why do you care?! He is nobody to us. Clyde is nobody to me and he should mean nothing to you. He is washed up handball star. They are a dime a dozen. He is expandable."

"You would think giving birth would make you more compassionate!"

"I am not an American. I do not sit on the couch and cry and eat my weight in ice cream watching soap operas and reality television."

They got their way out peeling towards Eclipse Boulevard headed police had helicopters out and Ivan growled, "Fuck! We're done for! I don't have a fucking rocket launcher! We're fucked!"

She looked out the window and saw the Buzzard flying a few streets over. "Nyet. They are following the Armenians. They will need more than one helicopter to get all of us. Maybe they will send one to follow the one your friend is in!"

Ivan swerved out into traffic as a city bus was goimng past an intersection. Ivan barely made it through but a squad car was hit as it tried to follow and the bus was now blocking off an intersection. "We need a new car."

"You are acting like pussy. Like a woman. You are lucky I like pussy and use oral manipulation on both sets of genitals because you are acting like woman instead of a man...then again you are Russian but you were born here. Maybe those years you were here made you soft,no? You are no Russian. Only Russian American."

Ivan gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Segodnya vecherom ya zastavlyu tvoy mudak istekat' krov'yu v nakazaniye!"

(Tonight I will make your asshole bleed as punishment.)

"Da, i ya budu polirovat' tvoy vos'midyuymovyy klitor vmesto chlena."

(Yes and I will polish off your eight inch clitoris instead of cock.)

"0.2032, you fucking bitch. You're ridiculing me for being born here and you just used their metric system.."

She kissed him furiouslyas they had changed vehicles, a parked marooon Baller. "They're going to fucking kill him. Or cripple him..."

"What do you care?" Natasha asked. "All this death has made me horny. Take me here..."

Two Hours Later

A Vago with jet black hair and caramel colored skin threw a beer in the face of the beaten and bloodied Baller. "You know you got a lot of fuckin nerve coming up in mi varrio starting shit..." He examined the tattoos of the college gangster. "So you're from the East Side Ballas huh?"

"How the fuck you know that...?" Inquired Slim.

"I did time in the same yard. You Ball Sacks got pedo with fools in the west and the south but you got no clout out here. You must be dumb as fuck to come in my neighborhood. You and the Russians and the Armenians?'

"If you gone kill me go on with it then..."

"Nah why woud I do that? I could just cripple you. Or hurt you just bad enough so you're like Clyde..."

Slim looked at the Mexican American of partial Shoshone descent with confusion. The cholo chuckled. "You didn't think I know? Yeah the guero covered up his face BUT I STILL RECOGNIZE HIS VOICE. Even after all this time.'

A gang member that Slim noticed was of Filipina descent in the mostly Mexican gang stood there wearing a white wife beater and her jet blak hair was down to her back. She pistol whipped him across the forehead. "That was for all our comaradas you killed puto..."

"Hey I...I was doing this shit for the bread. Same as ya'll. ..."

"You could be like Clyde though homie..." The head gangster warned. "I think you'd rather get shot in the head right now than have me make it so you can't play. What you think, Chinita?"

Slim noticed that the two seemed to be an item. "Yeah. We could make it so he can still walk and even run sometimes but never play ball./..."

A short tattooed gangster with tattoos all up and down his body with a tattoo of his hood on the back of his shaved head. He wore no shirt just black jeans. "It'll be like you could almost taste it and every time you walk you remember yoimight not be a cripple but you know you aint playing ball..."

The barrel of the 9mm was pressed to the knee cap. "I could make your life a living hell. What's rest of it."

The head cholo then chuckled. "Relax, fool. You'll be all right so long as the bitches in your crew pay up up. I'd call the university up but they might not be able to pay what we tell em. Or they won't do shit about you anyway.

Paul

The twenty nine had made their way to Loiusiana and had promptly began to live in the swamps. A local gang leader known as Bottles had inquired as to their visit. They had been careful about how they all got down there knowing that Mark would have eyes on every airport and bus stop. K:or had utilized disguises for all of them plus the Red Warriors that were coming with. Once they got to the swamp, however, they had been able to take off their disguises. Bottles had inquired with some f his men happening upon their camping grounds as to who they were and what they were doing.

Paul lied and said that they were Mvskogee Indians instead of Kanienkehaka and a mix of Nehiyaw, Innu and Miqmaq. Southeastern Natives were as big as Northeastern tribes so he knew he wouldn't be able to tell the difference. He had even mastetred the local dialect since his fight in December. Mark and Neto were banged up as was he but less than those two and he had spent his month resting up and listening to videos from people from that state.

Though his hair was now shaved into a scalplock he had a fake wig that he wore into town and wire rimmed glasses and he would dress in the stereotypical rez dog denim jeans and jackety style which was different from his own. It also helped that a few of the 29 did speak French even though the majority either had no interest or they outright refused due to hatred of France.

Many French Canadians looked at Mohawks as a tribe of Francophobes while Mohawks looked at them as colonizers but in this case French helped sell them as locals. He also made sure that when he did talk to Bottles, there was some side conversations in Kanienkeha behind him which Bottles would mistake for Mvskogee.

He also implied that a few were Choctaw. "Ya'll say you were swamp boys and all but what brings you to these swamps in particular?'"

"Ancestral land..." Paul replied. "This city of New Arcadia used to be a major trading hub for the Chahta nation..."

"Right but I aint never seen ya'll before. Why come to these swamps now?'

"Look, Mr. Bottles we aint here for no trouble. We know who you is...me..." Paul began. "Hell...we got bootlegging in our families too. That term was coined based on our bootlegging out in West Elizabeth. Keeping a flash of hooch in your boot. We just here to live a hard but simple life."

"How can hard life be simple?" Bottles asked removing his glasses.

"Oh it's real easy, sir. Simple folks living a simple life but the WORK is hard. Yeah, we aint got no big mansion in New Arcadia like them...Yankee cocksuckers what moved down here to live larger than they could up north for less money. We build our homes out here. If we need more than what we got we can make shacks. See...our homeland? It borders the Louisiana- Mississippi border. we're Mississippians and Louisianans."

He then leaned in a little closer to the dixie mobster. "Besides...you got a real bad boar problem out here and so do we. We figure we can eat off that and take care of a problem that hurts everybody not just us. It hurts ya'll it hurts the city folk it hurts nature. These boars are nasty creatures but they good for eating."

He then directed him to look at Ivan. "See that there is Rene. He from Redstick but he got roots living with the swamp folk."

Ivan was wearing a pair overalls over a white shirt and a pisswasser trucker cap. With a thick Cajun accent, he stepped over to Bottles. "You eyeball fuckin me, boy? I will skull fuck you..." Ivan snarled. Bottles chuckled. "I think friend...you..what was your name again? I didn't get it...'

"George Larue..." Paul lied.

"I think your friend better shut the hell up before he gets a buck shot to the face."

"Rene...calm down."

He then approached and said, "Yeah look...we're just here to eat the boars. We're poor. I know big brother would have you thinking Indians are rich but most are just scraping by..."

"I've noticed. What's your point?'

"There's a shortage of jobs in our community but damned if we..." Paul huffed and puffed and said, "I been on foodstamps. Before. I know we pay uncle sam taxes so that makes it all right to help us out sometimes. Thing is...a man has his pride...and it aint always about what the truth is. It's about how it looks. I don't want to have to depend on bigh brother. I cant pay much taxes on account I don't make much...so I don't wanna take much. My daddy taught me only take what you need. Nothing more. But with this... we earn our food."

"We'd be willing to help ya...but ya gotta make sure that meat is clean. And we keep what we kill..." Bottles said.

"O' course! Aint no sense in me keeping what I didn't kill. These swamps got more than enough bounty for simple folk to survive. You just gotta not be greedy. And we won't be. Way i figure...maybe we can restore balance...save endangered animals from them nasty beasts...and have something to eat and not have to rely on government aid...

Febuary 8, 2017

He and Freddie were getting ready to hunt. Paul had a woodland style bow and arrow, Freddie had a plains style. Bottles had a Rifle as well. "You ready, boys?" Asked the Dixie mob leader. "Laissez les bon temps rouler..." Paul said with a nod.

(Let the good times roll)

Paul didn't just see the hunt of the the boar as just a way to eat and an alibi and a way to protect the ecosystem here. It was an invasive non natie species and he couldn't help but see a parralel between the boars and the wildlife that they disrupted and endangered and human beings. To him, there was a parralel between the humans and the beasts in this regard. By his own estimations at least 70% of the population would need to be wiped out to prevent growth.

They began to move through the hunting ground. There was himself, Freddie, Terrance, Angus, and even Chogan. Little Joe stayed back in Canada with his brother. He moved low. They took notice of the vegetation that had been uprooted by the wildhogs. He silently pointed to it. They then made their way east through the swamps. They soon found evidence of the hogs wallowing.

He had hunted some boar here before a week prior. The tracks leading to and around the wallowing area were

Paul began to make predator made sure he was downwind. They all got ip in trees. Four males came out charging. He aimed his own bow and arrow at one coming towards him snorting. He hit it with a first arrow in the snout. The next arrow hit it in the right eye. He chuckled as it went down. Freddie got one in the right ear and with the next round he hit it in the throat. Bottles fired a round striking one if the face.

6 Hours Later

They were now hunting by night. Paul hand signed to Terrance, All right. We got some of the males but now we need to get some of the females out of the way too.

Terrance nodded and signed back, I got what we need. This should lure the little bitches out.

The sound of pigglets in distress from a noise app drew out the boars. Paul was using a Rifle now. He hit one. Angus also got one as did Chogan. They began to carry the dead hogs back to their camping grounds and luckily with as many as there were plus Bottles and his men, they had enough to get them back to harest the meat. They would clean and cook the meat and try and get any of the meat that they didn't eat to the homeless. This part was Bottles's idea.

Febuary 20, 2017

He looked at Paul with suspiscion. "You know...you been real good at helping us with the boar problem but where you really from?" Owl Child whispered in his ear, "I did some recon on this guy. He's got a deal with the Roman Family but as of late he's not happy with it."

Paul looked Bottles in the eyes. "Can I trust you?" He asked dropping the southern accent he'd been using around here and every time he'd been in town wearing a wig to cover up his scalplock. "Depends. In order to be trusted it has to be mutual."

Paul decided then and there that he was small time enough to not be a threat to him yet essential enough around these parts to use him. He told him what he was up to.

"All right. I'll help you with what you're doing. I even know a spot that might be a nice place to do all this. But it's a ways from here. My only question is...you planning on knocking the Roman Family off the board?"

"Right now? No. But I do want to showthem how vulnerable they are. I'm their most powerful enemy."

"I highly doubt that. But I'm willing to help ya and see what you're you been in town and you been quiet. I can help keep it that way until you do what you need to do."

New Aracadia

Febuary 21, 2017

It was a busy day in the ghetto and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. A 3rd ward gang member, Lucas Waters, a Creole standing six feet tall with short dreads and a freckled face, aged 19, was walking with some of his homies. "You hear the boy Mark done wiped out that motherfucker Ernesto's hood and Ernesto's out on the streets?' The drug dealer shook his head.

"I don't know that nigga like that. Marrick's the big homie so yeah I sling for him and Maurice before dat but i aint never worked for no BSU nigga."

"Marrick up under him, brah..."

"Nah can't be. The BSU don't like drugs, dumb ass!He's like them old school mafia niggas with their no heroin shit, g.I aint never seen him more than twice so nah he aint running shit."

"All that proves is yo ass is small time."

"Yeah right. If I'm so small time, mofucka? Why'd I save Marrick's life bout three years ago? Homie was on the motherfuckin corner and some niggas from the 4th came up blasting. This shit was before Joe and his coalition, but me and him busted back. My boy Scoot got hit in the back but we sent a couple of those 4th ward bitches to the hospital. I knew the pigs was finna roll him up so I said I'd get rid of em.I got rid of mine but I aint get rid of his yet when NAPD rolled up on me and they jammed me up. They found the strap on me but I was luckyly they aint find the shell casings. Marricj pocketed them bitches and even if he hadn't I was wearing gloves when I loaded all they had me on was a gun charge but on that shit they had me dead ass. But I stood tall I aint say shit."

"Wasn't Marrick there when you pistol whipped that nigga Big D?'

"Yeah he was there...he was off to the side talking to some bitch but then he heard the shit going down."

"Who's Big D?" Asked Damien.

"Big six foot seven nigga, man. He was mad at me and he wanted to head up. Said he was gonna knock the brakes off my ass. I just pulled out the toaster and smacked him up side the head nigga I said BOW!" He made a motion like a man with a hammer. "I caught his ass again and again. Fourth time I hit his bitch ass he was bleeding and he took off running he aint want none of me!"

"You aint got him shook cause you got hands, boy it's cause you got the strap."

'You damn right! And if he hadn't run I woulda at least popped him in the knee. I aint playing."

"Yo but on the real how you liking this whole shit yo? All the Aztecas be outta the Rose District, Marrick's top dog in the hood and we aint even really have to beef no more cause of the coalition."

"That don't mean shit. There's niggas under the Romans that stay hating them and it aint all on Marrick. I aint loyal to no BSU or anybody other than the homie."

'Nah he keeps us supplied and protected so we do be working for him for real."

Another gang member, a dark skinned black man of Haitian American descent but whose family had been in the United States for four generations, Samuel Boncour AKA Lil S was twenty years old and stood five eight but had a wiry frame and he had never done any hard prison time only Parish Jail time. He'd done some real time for drug posessions and then a few instances of times he was suspected of murder where he didn't do it but one time where he did."

"Shit you tripping. Mark's the man! I mean fuck, if I gotta start wearing all black jeans anda motherfuckin T shirt with a pentagram on it and a chain and shit just to get where he at then I'm down. I seen those bad bitches he been with. When you rise up in the world and your lifestyle changes so shoud your women Ki don't know what type of bitches he got with before but I bet they started off ugly or at least had no ass."

"Yeah that pawg he with is bad..." Stated another.

"Nah but what about that Chinese bitch he with man she finer than a motherfucker. I aint trying to smash no fed. I mean he may do that shit and the streets talk aout it but the pigs act like they don't know but we know they know..."

"Yeah fo sho my nigga. I wouldn't want to be arrested by no FIB bitch. The older one is badder. Courtne was bad to but I aint about to speak ill of the dead one way or another. I can't watch no pornos where the woman be dead neither..." Lil S admitted.

"Hole up. Mark's a yellow motherfucker so if Agent Trueblood threw your ashy black ass in the back of a cruiser and toild you there was only one way outt getting arrested you wouldn't take it?'

"I wouldn't bro. But if she handcuffed me and raped me I guess I wouldn't have a choice. And I hear some rape victims enjoy that shit..." He chuckled with a grin.

A Tahoma rolled up on their ride and Twitchy Rick, K Low, and Ant. Twitchy sprayed two Uzis out the window and 4 of the drug dealers fell and Damien caught seven rounds, three in the side, two in the back, one in the stomach and one in the back of the right thigh. "Fuck...fuck nigga...!" Cried out the drug dealers. "Who the fuck is you, mane?" He crawled.

Ant got out of the car with a sneer behind his ski mask. "Uh huh! Suddenly you Narcadia niggas aint so bad, now huh! You lil country mothafuckas!"

He kicked him in the side. "Yeah, you niggas aint trapping now! You just laying with shit in yo drawers!"

He aimed the Mac-10 in the man's face and let the rounds rattle across his forehead. Twitchy Rick spotted a New Arcadian gangster going for his pistol. There were four more Ballas in a backup car. They spotted three gangsters coming up the street from a shotgun house, two wielding pistols and another with an M3. Twitchy and K Low unloaded a barrage of rounds their direction and the shotgun toting thug only got off one shot.

Marrick Roman emerged from a different house with an AK-47. "I get my spots shot up enough my niggas from my own city! You niggas aint familiar enough to try me!" He let out a barrage of rounds striking down a Baller with seven rounds in the rig ribcage and an eighth hitting his left lung.

"Yeah nigga fuck ya;ll!" He hit the next, an overweight Baller wearing black jeans and a white t shirt in the ass as he ran to cover. Four rounds had done that. He came up behind him. He fired into the man's jelly roll.

His mother came out firing with a Glock 22 and she struck one of the Ballas as well. The gangsters returned fire and one round hit Yolanda Roman in the arm. She fell down crying out and Marrick covered her with twenty two rounds forcing the retreat of the gangsters. He got her in the car. "Hold on, mama I'ma get you to the hospital!'

"I'm fine boy...just.. AHHH! Goddamn..." He shook his head. "With the way they came at pops and got him on Marcus's wedding I aint taking a chance..."

He got her to the ER in good time and they got her carried off on a stretcher. There were two New Arcadia Poice uniforms there to talk to him. "I'll get at ya'll later. You got a problem with it ask about my brother he keeps ya'lls pockets filled."

"You can go for now but we're gonna need an answer from you about what happened tonight. Soon...in fact..." He was handed a card. "Tommorow/. Or else we come find you and it won't be as friendly."

"Look I'll even come back tonight but look this happened at my house jus let me go through and look at the damage and shit i'm sure theres finna be cops there I'll answer their questions there and I'll meet ya';ll aight? Even if I gotta answer the same questions twice I gotta call the window repair man too and get more security around the place."

He left the hospital and got in the car. Two men pulled up on him, both police officers. Both Native American. One had his service pisto on him. The other had his shotgun drawn on him. "Get the fuck on the ground..." Growled the man with the shotgun. "Or you'll be nothing but a grease stain on the pavement..."

"You one of Adayh's boys?"

"We know who he is. But we're Houma, not Creek."

"You're homos, huh? Is that why you got matching outfits? You pick that up on Brandy Street?"

"Make your jokes...but if you reach for that piece you got in your waistband, we';ll put you down before you can clear it from your waistband."

"That accent. You sound like you from Cujo Parish."

"Get on the ground with your hands on your head...we're gonna take you to your brother. And you're both gonna answer some questions hear me?''

"Aint saying a damn thing till I get my lawyer..."

"You'll get one don't worry.."

Meanwhile...

Paul was driving through a Mexican and Honduran neighborhood and he had Chogan with him. The others were getting things together outside the city. He knew everything was coming together. They'd snatched up more than a few people. Meanwhile, a woman of Mexican descent with caramel skin that had a tendency to get darker but generally didn't get dark as she was a chola and a lot of them didn't like to get too dark. But he knew she was the type that would be pretty dark in the summer.

A carload of men were driving by, all of them black. There was three of them in total. The first was a dark skined man with a tthick beard standing at five nine. He wore a dark bluer t shirt and baggy black jeans. The next was a lighter skinned Creole man with French braids. He was six one and had hazel eyes and a goatee and five o'clock shadow and wore a designer hoodie with a bunch of Pharaohs on it and blue baggy jeans. The third was a man of Haitian American descent born and raised in the 4th ward all his life and intermediate in color between the two and a shaved head. He stood five eleven and wore a bright red t shirt under a black jacket and gray jeans.

The first one yelled, "Yo aint that that bitch Mookie ran up in?" The second one looked. "Yeah that's that thot, bruh! Stank ass Mexican bitch got Mookie killed, man! I aint even know what happened to that nigga for the longest until he died and suddenly he got his body released back to the USA. I'm surprised Iran even let that shit happen too."

"Yeah you right, Rashad. That nigga got turned into a tranny and raped by those towelheads, man..." The Haitian American stated. "All cause of that piece of shit, Neto. We should have greased his nacho chip a long time ago when he came here. The Roman bitches made a fuckin peace treaty with them..."

The first gangster stated, "Yeah but we got her right in front of us. And Joe will make sure we aint going down even if we do this shit in broad daylight. The Caligulas aint the only niggas with money in town that can pay off the pigs besides if they don't find shit in two months then fuck em anyway but I say we body this bitch..."

"Nah I got a better idea. Let's shoot the bitch in the legs. Then we can bring her back to the hood and go to work on her. Make her tell us where the fuck Neto stay at. Then we kill that bitch and we kill all them and we hit Marcus and Marrick up...Joe's plan is taking too long."

He cocked his pistol and pulled a ski mask down over his face. They rolled alongside he and began to open fire. The woman saw them coming and she got her handgun out in a surprising amount of time and she opened fire striking the Haitian American and struck him in the right side of the neck. She tried to shoot at Gerard who was firing at her and he hit her in the right shoulder and the second round hit her in the chest and exited her shoulder in an exit wound.

"Put this mothafucka in reverse, homie! I'ma go snatch her up!" He turned and noticed his friend was bleeding to death coughing up blood. "Ah shit! She got Eric!"

Paul saw this unfolding before his eyes and he drove straight at the car as they were driving back and he relaxed before contact and he rammed into them and the Creole lost his pistol bouncing into to the street, it clattered away from him. He got out and saw the two men bleeding and as he had higt him that guy had just been getting out to go grab her and he had gone through the window of his door as the car rolled and his leg got caught in the window and he had a compound fracture from the collision and having his leg twisted through the window.

"I would hate to be you right now..." Paul stated. He finished each of them off with a shot. He turned to the woman who was limping. She looked at Paul but she couldn't see him. She only saw a sillouette. She rolled her eyes back and collapsed. He carried her. Little Joe got out of the car too staring at the carnage and he looked at the wounded chola with sorrow.

He turned to Chogan. "Cho...bring me their heads. I just got an idea..." He said looking at the tattoo of one of them and remembering that the Roman Family did not get along with that neighborhood.

Sunbelt

Day 1

Their position had somewhat been solidified. 26 year old Marshall Davidson was getting married. He was an old school member of the BSU and he was originally from Waston. He had been offered a position in the Militia and was certainly overqualified. He had been an alcoholic and drug addict before joining but by the time he had joined he was three months sober. He had fought in the Army Rangers in Afghanistan.

Marshall was a Caucasian male of English American descent standing at five nine. He had served in Afghanistan starting in 2010 and had been wounded in action a year later and sent home. His physical wounds healed but his mental injuries didn't. For a year, he had gone on binges in his hometown and gotten high. The Spanish Lords had been a frequent supplier to him. One day in 2012, Scott Parker had beaten up a Spanish Lord for selling drugs at one of their spots. That dealer happened to be his supplier.

He'd pulled a handgun on Scott and five other BSU members had wrestled the gun from him. They were prepared to rat pack him but Scott had stopped him saying that he was hurting. He took him personally to check him into rehab. He had been a cocaine addict. Spending his GI bill money on eight balls. Once he got out of rehab he tried adjusting to society. He ran into Scott later that year and Scott introduced him to the other BSU members. He'd always been a fan of hardcore music and he hadn't been able to take being in crowded scenes like that much for long. He soon began being dedicated to Scott.

Lee and Buck were on their way to the wedding. They'd been invited. Even Marcus had. Marshall and Mark had never liked each other but they did respect each other but the reason Marshall was unwilling to join The Militia was he didn't want to take orders from what he considered to be a kid. Sure, Mark was only 4 years his junior but Marshall took that seriously and saw himself as more equipped to lead than follow. Marshall didn't like that he had gotten involved in the drug trade and he saw Lee, Jimmy, and Link as true BSU but saw Mark as a perpetrator caught between the BSU and his true biological families.

He had joined the Militia however only when Mark had sent word that they would not be forced to take orders from him. That it would be an equal thing and that for him there was no desire or need to rule the others by himself or tell them what to do but he expected Marshall to understand that everybody wasn't equally capable in decision making and that there had to be a top tier of people doing the teaching.

Since Marshall's fiancee had been a member of Mark's militia and he was marrying her it was almost like two factions of the BSU were getting together again and she had been close to Tasha and Ryan and she had known the New Arcadia BSU as well but had fallen out after the BSU had its rift between Mark and Ryan. She saw that whole situation as fucked up and so had Marshall but in the end he saw Ryan as a stagnant version of the BSU. A part of the BSU he himself did not want to admit applied to Scott Parker in Waston just as much if not more than out here.

Not only that, he saw Mark as a child playing at war and to his way of thiking, he would get slaughtered if he was ever out in the sandbox. He saw Mark's tactics as too far and cowardly and he had heard rumors of what he'd been up to. The way he saw it, Mark could take on gang bangers and civilians but he never would survive the middle east. He lacked the discipline. Discipline came from true consequences of ones actions and so far he had only started to be.

In his mind Mark was a good fighter but he was not a good soldier or a soldier at all. He admired him on not breaking the BSU rules on drugs at least until he learned he was in the drug trade. He had more respect when Mark was at least just robbing drug dealers and taking their money but getting rid of the drugs. To him, if the likes of Scott and Ryan represented how BSU had stagnated early as an outlaw group and had only been willing to go as far as fists but not guns, then Mark represented that knowledge that they had adapted to survive but what he had become ended up being worse than what they were fighting, Marshall saw himself as the nessecary balance between the lacked balls, Scott lacked any real purpose beyond beating up skinheads and drug dealers at rock shows. Mark represented a betrayal of most of the things the BSU stood for.

He'd had no issue with the tattoo even as a representation, the use of Seether.

But he saw him and the rest of them as unworthy of being able to wear that anymore. One of the things he had said to Mark once was that the Families and the Aztecas had once refused to deal drugs too and the mafia had before them only to end up doing exactly that. With the mob it was heroin. With the two Los Santos gangs, it had been crack. But now Mark had offered him a spot in. This was something he had even phrases as saying even thogh this would mean Marshall would in theory have even more power than Jimmy or Lee, he would be equal to Mark.

He had Mark beat in terms of war because when he had been in the military, he got by with a lot less than thee Army had. He had none of the fancy gadgets that Mark had or a constant eye in the sky or the IAA and FIB to back him up over there. And while he hadn't had nearly as many battles as Mark had, every firefight he'd been in during the sandbox had been a US victory even when resistance had been heavy.

He'd also saved Mark's life once

He had more respect when he had seen it as they were two opposing sides but to him now that they were on the same side, he saw the New Arcadia BSU as corrupted. Tainted. He didn't have much respect for Ryan or Tasha either but had stood by them in fights. He was getting married to a BSU local who had been in Waston when he met her.

Her name was Tiffany Scroeder. She had dark brown hair with red streaks. She weighed 115 lbs and was 5'3 her measurements, 32C-24-32 her ancestry, Dutch, despite her last name.

A BSU member with blonde spiky hair and brown eyes standing at five six stood there and gave a toast. "Marshall, I remember the day you first came out here to Sunbelt, man! You took one taste of New Austin barbece and you was hooked!" This earned laughter from the rest of the attendees at the wedding.

"Wasn't my first time in the desert but it's the first one with good food!" This earned another laugh from them.

"We've got a toast being offered by one of our brothers from Central San Andreas. He was somebody that knew Scott Parker and is one of his earliest recruits from San Andreas. John Eng."

John was a man of Cambodian descent with deep golden brown skin and dark brown eyes who was in his forties. He approached the microphone. He was there with his his daughter and son and two of his brothers. His second youngest brother,

"You know Marshall the likes of you are an inspiration. I came to this country when I was a teenager back in the 80's. Cineza wasn't my first stop. Cypress Flats was. You know over there...there were drugs. Most of the Vietnam war didn't touch our shores but they were our allies. Then the Cambodian genocide happened and then they were our enemies and they invaded us. I was a patriot for a time. I didn't know what side I was on. You know before I met Scott I was a gang member. But he lead me to be a sober man. And I saw that I'd brought drugs and violence with me into this country. This is not the place for it. You immigrate here, you leave whatever bullshit you left back home, back home..."

"Here here!" Crowed an African American BSU member.

"And New Austin? Well...the land of outlaws. Still...America and America has a substance problem. We are the solution. The Brothers Stand United...out here...anywhere...to be a sober man takes a lot of guts..."

He then took the microphone and walked towards the bride and groom. "You know...I see you're pregnant at a wedding. There are just so many jokes I could make. I mean one of the things that Scott told me when I met him was that we're not supposed to do drugs, alcohol, fornicate, and many brothers are vegan. But in your case you won't be able to tell your kids not to wait till they get married. They'll be right there with you in the wedding picture! Speaking of wedding pictures...I brought you something. A gift..." He iopened a box and pulled out kukris.

He smiled at all of them. "Your child will be with you in your pictures. But not in a wedding album. Afraid it will be crime scene photos..." With a sudden dash of speed he leapt from where he was onto the table and lunged at the bride. He had a kukri drawn. He plunged it into her pregnant stomach stabbing her three, four, five times. She cried out as blood filled her mouth. Chairs were knocked over, dishes dropped glasses shattering and people rushed forward to try and help her. His brothers, Kenneth and Chhayahad kukris of their own.

Two Psychos had entered the area after having excuses themselves to the bathroom only to return with two AK-74's. A man of Chicano descent withdrew his Beretta he had in his waist band. His name was Carlito Reyes. He was a twenty one year old BSU member who had been a Rifa member from the North Side of Sunbelt. He had two brothers he had lost to the streets.

One in a gunfight with the Vagos from a hood near Ernesto's hood. He had been set up by Lady Casper and La Tortura. That had been his little brother Tony. His older brother died in a gunfight with the longtime rivals Los Chingones a varrio that had once warred with the SW Vago hood and Ernesto's hood. He never respectedc the likes of Chetah or Felon and saw them as people that should fuck off back to Blackwater.

He was a true son of Sunbelt.

He had two sisters and one remaining brother both of who stayed out of the gang life. He also had a cousin who had joined the ranks of Nuestra Syndicato in New Austin's state pen and made a name for himself killing Condados but that earned him a stay in the federal pen to do his life sentence.

Carlito had joined the Army at eighteen and had two years of service in Afghanistan. He had joined when his record got expunged and he met people from BSU in the military. He had joined. Now he was opening fire striking one of the Cambodians in the chest with two rounds wounding the man but the other Psycho unloaded twelve rounds into the BSU member. He fell.

With six rounds in his stomach, three in his chest two in his left leg and one in the right knee he lay there with blood raining from his mouth laying with his right cheek on the had become a member of the Militia as well and had killed seven skinhead gang leaders overall plus change when it came to shooting and fighting their soldiers.

They mowed down guest after guest. Marshall withdrew the iron off a deceased friend and fired striking John in the right arm but he had aimed for his right coughed blood as he was stabbed in the back by the youngest of the Eng tried to defend himself but the blade hit his right lung and he fell as the blade was removed but he was stabbed three times from the middle brother. He fell wheezing. His mother, a middle aged redheaded woman who had taken three rounds herself in the left leg begged, "PLEASE! HE'S MY ONLY SON...JUST LET US GO!" She had grabbed a knife and managed to get the drop on a Cambodian homegirl.

She had the knife to her throat. "I'll kill her...! Whatever your point was here you made it...!"

The man smirked and simply said, "She's new..." Before he slit his throat. Blood poured from his throat. "NO!" She cried and the gangster cackled. "How does it feel, bitch? You raised that boy up to be a man. Every choice he made...every choice you made...all for nothing. This was his destiny..." He then stuck the blade in her mouth and she shrieked as the kukuri cut through her cheeks and tongue and gums and he smiled as her blood decorated his face as she shrieked and he smiled saying, "Taste your legacy...that's your sons blood...the same blood that connected you to him. You carried him in your belly and now that's all that's left of him. Maybe you should have gotten an abortion..."

She soiled herself and he kicked her back and the blade severed more of her arteries in her face and he watched as she kicked on the floor.

Twenty three were dead and another nineteen were wounded. Among the dead were also Adam Kessler, a German American from Armadillo, aged twenty three,with curly blonde hair. Everybody that knew him called him pretty boy. He wasn't anymore with his face split apart by 7.62 rounds. He himself was actually an active duty Marine who was a BSU member on top of that and he had been on leave to attend his friends wedding.

Next was Tessa Arnett, an African American with curly bleached hair and brown eyes and pink full lips, age 22. She was currenly a New Austin Ranger but despite being law enforcrmenyt she helped her comrades in BSU but today she had been taken unaware and stabbed in the right side of the neck with a kukri before she could react. She had grown up in a historic part of New Austin called Macfarlane Ranch. Next was Skyler Morrison.

Skyler was twenty six and ex Merryweather and had befriended Scott Parker at a show but he believed the youngest Roman was a good enough leader to take over where Scott didn't have as much vision and Ryan didn't have competence or balls. He had jet black hair and gray eyes and was five seven but wiry and good with a Sniper Rifle. The rounds from the Kalishhnikov rendered any skills he'd ever had in that regard useless. He lay bleeding and blood dripped from him. His ribs were fractured from the rounds raking from left to right.

He tried playing dead. "Hey white boy..." Stated one of the Cambodians. He knew he was faking dead. The barrel was an inch from the back of his head and with the pull of a trigger the back of his head was gone. "You see that, Johnny?! I turned this fuckers head from brown to red!"

Ryan and Tasha had ducked into a bathroom , both of them wounded. They panicked and Ryan held a 9mm Browning. There was a few Psychos. At least eight of them nowand they were picking off stragglers.

"Don't you think this shit is a bit overkill?" Asked his youngest brother. "We're not in Cambodia anymore."

"Who said anything about the motherland?" Demanded John with a hiss as he and the others were now fully masked.

"You're acting like it! We just took out a whole fuckin wedding on your say so. Just to get what, five people that were in the Militia?'

"Sometimes wars of attrition are successful. We proved that back home..."

"We lost the war, you idiot..." Stated the middle brother. "This was just for fun..."

Among the shooters was Buddha from Cypress Flats. "No...' He said. "This was fucked up. We could have just come in and killed the Militia and then dipped out. What you motherfuckers did was sadism, homie. Beyond anything I'd ever do..."

Johnny Eng grabbed Buddha by the throat. "Listen, boy. You may run the set in Cypress and this is your revenge we're helping you get but I was one of the people that founded the Psychos. If you know the history of your hood you know that...we were banging on those scraps back in teh 80's when we were just kids. A bunch of beaners in lowriders were nothing to the shit we did in the Rogue. Just so you know...I killed a few Psychos too in the 90's. There's always dead weight. I suggest you don't become it."

The middle brother was named Kenneth Eng while the youngest was Christian Eng. None of these were their true names but they had changed names when they went to America. Just then, another two came out of the bathroon firing, both Mexican American. The man was dressed in a black suit and had his hair slicked back. The woman was in a red dress. They hit one of the Psychos in the chest.

"Speaking of fuckin beaners!" Cried out a Psycho before he' took two shots in the throat before he could raise his gun. The Eng brothers fired at them forcing them to cover.

"We don't have time for them..." Stated Christian. "We're on a schedule..."

"Would either of you happen to be Rifas?" Shouted Kenneth. He kicked the body of Carlito. "This little faggot is!" He cut open his suit and into his flesh and began to cut into his chest tattoo removing a tattoo that had the Nahuatl word for fourteen on his chest over an Aztec warrior. Chetah gasped at seeing this. They hadn't gotten along but she hadn't expected to see him go out this way.

"Yeah...I don't believe in coincidences..." Stated Buddha. "I said they were busters. Mark Roman is allied with them. They got turf in this city. They helped him take the barrio from the Aztecas."

They headed out a side entrance. Halcon and Chetah were in pursuit firing after them but they kept them back. "Fuck...' He looked at her cursing. "Your friendship with the Roman Family...our friendship is cutting into our fuckin business. I've tried to be a good friend to Marcus but he's more trouble than he's worth. We should just renforce our varrio with Nuestra Syndicato."

"We needed him on our own you know we couldn't stand against the scrapas and he couldnt against them either without our help. Maybe shit will calm down when he kills the people that killed his ruca..." She growled as they tore up the street after them in a gray Vepid Peyote.

She then suggested, "Maybe we wouldn't need him as much if we had more respect on the street. Not just dealing with the Va Ho's and the Ass Takers. And Mara Putas. We have to protect ourselves from Condados. If i was made part of NS..."

"Cheetah..."

"Listen! I shouldn't be kept out cause I'm a woman. La Onda has rucas in their shit they call them Senoras and that's why they're winning."

"Listen...when this is over you will be. You got my palabra. You're a little young but I think you're ready. The only thing is...you can't tell nobody who isn't one of us. You can't tell Marcus and you can't tell Task when this happens."

"Por que?"

"Because if they know the police will know and no matter what either of them say all anybody has to do is hear them say it and when it gets to be a rumor on the streets the pigs come sniffing. I'll even make like you're just a shot caller but you'll really be our first. You know...I wish you were from San Andreas though. You'd get a realer sense of how shit really is out there."

They opened fire back at them as they tore down Dayton Avenue with Chetah firing out the window.

"The fuck...were chinos this racist in San Andreas? I thought they were cool!" Chetah stated. "Lee's cool."

"Si mon, hermanita...San Andreas is a melting pot more than New Austin more than New Arcadia and sometimes melting pots blow up...fuck that for now... let's end these bitches..."

Before they could get a shot off,a white Burrito pulled in front of them and blocked them men with AK-74's emerged pointing at both of them. Behiond them was another van with an equal number. "We're gonna say this one time..." Bobby stated from behind his ski mask. "Get out of the car leave your weapons. We've been doing this shit longer than you and if you so much as twitch wrong I'll turn you both into paperweights."

"But..we can't..." Cheetah cried. Halcon shook his head. "Calmate, mija. This is the only move where we survive. They aint Cambodians..."

As the Native warriors were taking the Rifas captive and tying them up, the Eng brothers reached the Rifas neighborhood. They pulled up alongside five Rifas, three men and two women. The first man had almond colored skin and green eyes with a shaved head and a five o'clock shadow and he wore a white t shirt and baggy black jeans with a red belt. The second was an overweight man wearing a Vice City Mambas had on backwards, a white t shirt and blue jeans.

The third had a mongolian tail and the darkest skin of them and he had shades and a red t shirt under a aqua bluebutton up plaid. The first woman was a bit chubby and had a gold septum in her nose and her hair was in a high poytail. She wore a black halter top and gray apple bottom jeans. The next wore a red bandanna patterened t shirt in a midriff top and blue jeans and her hair was red.

Johnny had a cocktail ready. He tossed it and watched the group go up in flames. "I love baked beans!" He cackle as they burned. They drove further and Buddha had an IMI Galil this time which he aimed out the van and he sprayed at two Rifas who were coming to ease he dropped the firs hitting him in the right inner thigh and the man fell to his knees to have the rounds pierce his left eye and blow it out completely.

The second man, only about twenty, fell with six rounds in his sternum. Two women fled the violence, both of them Chicanas and Kenneth fired into their back and laughed as they crawled whimpering and wounded. They were non affiliated. A shotgun blast hit the side of the van and almost got Buddha and the shrapnel from it did hit him in the right arm.

The Eng brothers all made short work of the Rifa defending his hood and he fell with at least thirty rounds in him. A Rifa female gang member with a dark red football jersey and black jeans standing five four opened fire with two 9mm's and she hit the driver of the van and his brains exploded all over the windshield. She took a few stray rounds in the right shoulder and fell over but was not dead.

"Shit! The bitch hit the wheels! We need some new wheels or we're fucked!"

They got out and Kenneth and Christian kept firing. A Rifa in his early thirties fired on them and he hit Kenneth in the chest. The man had two Berettas and he hit him four times. Johnny emptied his magazine into the man and began to walk up to the wounded gang member. He looked inside and saw a wounded Chicana woman who was crying in pain having taken two rounds in the right hip and she was trying to get her own gun ready. She was telling her son to go hide in the closet.

"Where's the keys?" He demanded looking at the gray Bobcat in the driveway. "Fuck you...i aint telling you shit!" He had a pocket knife and he tried to stab him with it but Johnny broke his right arm and stabbed him there with his own knife. "Guess I'll go ask your family..." He tried to get up as Johnny entered the house but Christian put three rounds in the back of his head.

They soon heard gunshots from a handgun and then crying and screaming from a kid followed by more gunshot and then silence and since they knew Johnny wasn't holding a Handgun the brothers ran inside. The Rifas woman was dead too. He held her smoking pistol and said, "Let's go. We gotta make ourselves known in New Arcadia next."

They got into the truck and the Rifas from up the block came raining rounds on the Asian gang members but they were tearing up the road returning fire and keeping their heads down. Buddha turned to Johnny. "I heard a kid in there. What happened?"

"This is war...it might not have been our war but Ivan is an old friend of mine and I've known him a lot longer than you have."

"Ivan wouldn't kill a fuckin kid!"

He chuckled. "Maybe not intentionally but you know he did a stint in the Russian Air Force right? You think he never killed any children when he bombed Chechnya?"

"This is fuckin wrong man...I didn't sign up to kill any kids..."

"Quit acting like a pussy, Buddha..." Warned Kenneth. "We're letting you continue to run your hood as a courtesy you're the face. The symbol in that neighborhood but we started it. You got kids of your own. You don't want them dead too you'll shut the fuck up."

Johnny added, "Besides I'm not a savage like these beaners. I wouldn't have killed a baby but a six year old kid that's a potential witness."

"Yeah and we're wearing masks, asshole!" Buddha growled. He was intimidated by the threat against his own family but not by the danger of what these three might do to him. Even his own soldiers might look at him different from now on after tonight since some that had survived may have seen what happened.

Lee and Buck were just arriving at the wedding to see people limping out he'd gotten a call about what happened. Tasha and Ryan were wounded. "What the fuck happened?!" He demanded looking at all the carnage. A dark blue Willard pulled up with four men with painted faces. All three passengers aimed at them. "We're going for a ride. Both of you. You give me shit I give you lead..." Anahu was the man speaking and the driver.

Lee already had his shotgun out and Buck nursed two .45's. "I like my chances..." Lee stated.

He spotted a red light on his chest and another on Bucks. Two more fixed themselves on Ryan and Tasha. "Lee, what the fuck is going on?!" He cried.

"We aren't here to kill you...but you are wanted somewhere. We got Mark, Ana and the others..."

"Bullshit..." Lee stated.

"I'll prove it..." He dialed a number and face timed. She showed them Ana Chan. "Lee...just cooperate. We'll explain later.I came cause they got Marcus."

He handed the shotgun over and Buck did too. Jimmy also turned his weapon over. Jimmy and Lee were tied up and put in the trunk. Buck would be riding in the back seat.

"This is a fuckin mistake..." Jimmy warned before they put duct tape over his mouth. Anahu smirked. "They say it's good to make mistakes so you learn from them. You should learn from this, homie."

"What about us?" Demanded Tasha and Ryan still nursing their wounds.

"You can fuckin bleed to death for all we care..." Stated one of the Warriors before they drove off.

East New Arcadia

It had been nine hours since the Eng brothers had wreaked havoc on the Rifas neighborhood and the wedding. More Psychos had arrived. Other than the Eng brothers and Buddha, there was another eight and now they were descending on a Vietnamese resteraunt owned by a Vietnamese gang leader by the name of Sonny. Ivan had given them his name.

They spotted Sonny inside the resteraunt with his family. It was a large gathering. Armed with Uzis, shotguns, pistols and one man carrying an MP5, the Psychos came in spraying. A Vietnamese mobster took two .45 rounds to the head. An innocent family of four was obliterated by Uzi rounds. Sonny reacted withdrawing his own pistol and he got his family to cover as he fired. He took two Uzi rounds in the right shin.

He managed to hit the banger with the Uzi with a lucky left eye shot. A Vietnamese mobster emerged with an Ithacha 37 and struck a female TPG member in the left arm obliterating the flesh. She screamed falling over but Buddha fired striking the man who had done this. He spotted a Vietnamese woman, thin and pretty wearing a floral Vietnamese style dress. Sonny said something in Vietnamese to her and she tried to run back into the bathroom while he and his guards fired at the invading gang members. They managed to take down four, wounding one and killing three including the woman who had taken the shotgun blast to the arm.

One Psycho made it to the back around the kitchen armed with an M3. He had Sonny and a woman that was with him dead to rights. He was about to shoot Sonny when he made out a choking sound coughing blood. A man of Vietnamese descent had taken a kitchen knife and stabbed him in the back of the neck. He picked up the shotgun the man had dropped. He came out firing from cover and it was enough to force the Cambodian gangsters back. "The fuckin cops are on their way! We need to fuckin go!" Warned Buddha.

Johnny grabbed the woman from the bathroom and he pulled her and she shrieked. "Let her go!" Sonny growled struggling to stand up. Buddha wasn't sure but he thought a few of the people in ythe back with Sonny might be a wife and kids but the young woman also looked related. "Looks like I got your other daughter..." Johnny growled. "I hate Vietnamese people...we fought you assholes and you destroyed our country..."

"Jenny! Let her go!" Warned Sonny.

He licked the side of her face. "But I love the pussy."

Kenneth and Christian fired a barrage of rounds. "Here's what's going to happen, Sonny. I'll drop off this nice piece of ass around the corner once we're gone. You can have her back then. Just know you got the Roman Family to thank for this. It aint me doing this to ya it's them."

They drove off with the woman in their trucks. Sonny limped up and he cried, "Go find her! Follow them!" The cook went to go with two of Sonny's men while his family helped him walk.

"That's his fuckin niece..." Growled one of the men as he readied an MP5. The cook with the shotgun was ready to shoot just as he had many times before but he had come to New Arcadia to get a new life. He thought about Gina a lot and he had heard about Cherry.

He'd also heard the man who had done it met his end in this city.

Johnny grabbed her and got out of the truck wielding the pistol he had used in the Rifa house. "OUTTA THE FUCKIN CAR!" He carjacked an African American man in his forties. The man got out and he forced Jenny into the car. He gave directions to Kenneth and Christian. "I'll drop her off..."

1 Hour Later

The New Arcadia Police was finding itself extra busy today with the amount of gang related killings that had occured so far. They always expected gang violence but they hadn't expected it on the Asian side today. Now they were staring at the deceased body of a woman named Jenny the niece of a gang boss, aged 21 survived by two more sisters. She had been raped both vaginally and anally, beaten and strangled with her own nylons.

Waters and Sawyer looked at the body in horror. "Poor baby...what happened to you?" Asked the female cop.

Terrance and Angus pulled up alongside Marcus Roman who was stopped at an intersection. On his right was Sokanon who had marked that it was him by lighting a cigarette. Mark, not wanting to smell it since she had the window down, rolled his right up. Angus pulled the pin and held oit a few moments before tossing it directly into Marcuss's window. It went off without a hitch. He was screaming out in surprise and Angus got the door and Marcus blindly reached for the M1911 but as he was being pulled out he had it in his hand but Terrance and Angus grabbed him and Marcus recognized the sound of a shotgun being cocked.

Marcus had a bag thrown over his head before he could blink through the tears and his hands were cuffed. "What the fuck is this?! You're making a mistake."

"That's your problem, boy. You think you're a soldier but you';ve never served in a war..." Angus stated.

He was stuffed in the back of a Cavalcade, dark blue. "Who you calling a boy, bitch?! Take off the bag and cuffs and we'll see..."

"It's a figure of speech. And you don't know just how outclassed you are. We just took you in your own city and you're not hurt."

"That aint nothing to brag about..." The youngest Roman snorted. "You sound Canadian but your accent is a bit more macho you don't have as much estrogen to your voice. So you must be from one of the reservations. Can't imagine you motherfuckers came from the All Nations crew..."

"Yo got that part right..." Angus stated.

"So what's the motto for the Canadian army? Rifles held once never fired?"

"That's where you're full of shit..."Angus stated. "Canadian army was at Juno Beach. We fougt at Normandy. And we saw combat in the sandbox. You think you're a soldier a concrete soldier cause you get pussy from an IAA agent."

Terrance shot back as they drove, "You'd think not but a less skilled man would have just blown your brains out. A more skilled hitter would just take you and bruise you up. But we hit you before you could do anything. You just learned

Paul eyed all his captives. Each had a bag over his or her head. "You know...when I first got to this swampy shit hole I heard somebody say that this was the prison capitol. I thought 'How could that be? San Andreas has a much bigger population and has a shit load of out of state prisons for San Andrean cons only. San Andrean gangs are the ones that dictate how most of this country gang bangs. Even I fell into it..." He then sighed before hearing a chuckle coming from a familiar Creole.

"San Andrean Gang dictate how most of the country gang bangs, but despite what you think they don't control how our prisons are run." He started with a chuckle. "Louisiana is the prison capital of the world because most of our population has done time in jail. Do you know how rare it is to find someone black, white, or even brown who doesn't have a family member whose done time here?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Judges don't play down here." Lee added with a half-smile. "New Arcadia has the sixty day law, and if they find something in those sixty days…it's game over."

"You also gotta remember there are more prisons out here then colleges..what does that tell you about opportunity?" Jimmy asked with a chuckle. "I bet we passed up like nine of them.' He added to which Paul replied with a smile.

They'd passed up ten to be exact, but he knew what the BSU members were trying to do. They were digging for information on just how far they were.

It was too late for that though.

"It also makes carrying a bunch of prisoners on a bus a good way to hide in plain sight and if you give me any shit I'll knee cap you. And trust me when I tell you to any law abiding citizen that sees me or one of my 'deputies' shoot one of you nobody would blame us for it."

"If you wanted to look legit...you should get more people than just your painted faced homeboys. We got mothafuckin CO's that look like ya'll but they aint all looking like you. Should have had some folks that at least look like they might be from Brandy Street. Or the Wards. Or the East Side..." Marrick said with a sneer.

"And who says we don't?" Asked Chogan.

"This ain't Mexico, the Rez, or out west..ain't no unit of law enforcement in this state that looks like you." Lee pointed out. "Hell you all probably account for every none black or white CO from New Arcadia to Treeport." He added with a chuckle.

"How about we cut the shit though and get down to what it is you want. You obviously don't want us dead. If that was the case we wouldn't be here..." The youngest Roman suggested.

"Now that's where you may be wrong. Maybe we just want to get all of you somewhere secluded and really fuck you up."

"Maybe..." Ana stated. "But that's not your style to not give somebody a fighting chance."]

"You can't profile me..." He shot back. "Not to the degree you think you can." Paul pointed out with a smile.

"If my sister were alive she'd disagree." Mark pointed out with a smile. "Everyone's got a profile that's easy to read whether they believe it or not." He added with a smile.

"Well I don't." Paul interjected before turning his gaze back to Ana. Besides...somebody spilled the beans on details about you. I know more about you than I was ever supposed to."

"Owl Child..." Mai suggested. The Blackfoot Indian replied, "No. I don't need to do that for him. And as much as I like working alone I don't give up operational details for non agents. It wouldn't matter if you fucked my dad and caused my parents to divorce. But the guy sitting next to you...that's another story..."

"Who is that?" Mark demanded. '

"Tanaka..." Culebra answered. "Your boy delivered..." He said looking towards Paul.

There was a groan to Mark's left.

"Sounds like he's not doing too well for the guy who saved your life a few weeks ago." Lee stated with a smile.

"What's his deal?" Asked Mark. Paul and the other "Guards" walked back to the front of the bus. "What about me, kid?" Asked the voice.

Lucifer was the one next to Mark. "Who says I'm a kid?"

"Can hear it in your voice. You sound like you've seen some shit but you have just a hint of optimism in your voice. If not idealism...life hasn't choked it out of you, yet."

"And I refuse to let it." Mark replied with a chuckle. "If you lose optimism what's the point of doing this?"

"Tell that to the guys who sell drugs all their lives and never make a profit." He replied earning a scoff from Mark.

"Well you don't sound like the drug dealing type so what'd you do?" Asked Mark. "May as well tell me. Sounds like we got a long bus ride and all we got is our voice. Be at least a couple of hours if this motherfucker is making us look like transport prisoners."

"What the point of knowing my story if I'm gonna die anyway?" he asked.

"You live forever as long as someone else remembers you." Mark added earning a scoff from Lucifer before he spoke out again.

"I killed his girlfriend. The big mean angry Indian with the baby face and the sea green peepers. It's funny...when he's got a normal look on his face he's got a baby face. Kind that ladies and even cougars let their guard down around but when he's glaring at you..his face changes he looks like a different person. I have to admit...I underestimated him."

"Never underestimate your enemies, people have been doing that to me for years and most of them are in the ground." He added earning a chuckle from Lucifer.

"I'll remember that when I'm in the ground." He added earning an unseen eye roll from Mark. "They call me Lucifer by the way. My real name's Lucian."

"AOD Lucifer?" Mark asked earning a raised brow from the man.

"You heard of me that far south?" he asked with a raised brow.

"I had a contract on your head a few years back, but lucky for you I don't like the cold." Mark pointed out earning a chuckle from the Biker. "You may not be anywhere near my territory but the authorities want you behind bars. The news made it seem like he was the one that blew his girl up. But then it came out that it was you and they didn't find you but they found him. Then he's out and now he's, my problem."

"Life's funny that way ain't it?" Lucifier asked with a chuckle. "Where'd the contract on my head come from?" he asked earning a chuckle from Mark.

"Lost, you forget they beat you boys into Canada. They just didn't spread as fast as you." He added earning a chuckle from Lucificer.

"You want to know why because we're a corporate brand that every Biker wants to get behind." he stated causing Mark to chuckle.

"Really I thought it was because you had the same colors as the Canadian Flag." Thire asked earn ing more chuckles from the group.

"So what'd you do?" Lee asked Tanaka.

"It doesn't matter. He's going to kill me. He's going to kill Lucifer. I got nothing left to live for..."

Ana piped up. "I recognize that voice anywhere. That's Tanaka. It looks like him and Fred did what they were supposed to."

Paul walked back up. "He killed my mom..." Paul told them. "So I killed his son in front of him. Losing your mom...it's the worst thing I've ever felt but I can't imagine what losing a kid is like. They say that's worse. Tanaka's in his sixties so I doubt he has parents left. But his son? I found him in Kyoto and killed him and his wife. And his children..."

"You're lying..." Ana stated.

"He's telling the truth..." Tanaka stated in a hoarse voice. He went to Japan just to find them and me. He could have taken me alive to do what he wanted...but he went too far…"

"Yeah we typically tend to do that when you take close loved ones from us." Mark pointed out earning a look from Paul as the memory of Courtney sunk into his head along with Cruz's wife and kids.

Ren was behind Tanaka on the bus as well and was able to talk to hear and talk to them.

"Why are you doing this?' Asked Allison. "You're a friend to Neto, I get it but you didn't get involved before. Why now?"

"I could ask you the same thing, bitch..." paul snapped loudly and unnecessarily. "You're supposed to be a cop. I did my research on you. You're on one side and we're on the other. Gangsters are supposed to have no help from the law."

"I thought someone who'd been inside with Onda would see first hand how helpful it it is having someone like her on your side." Mark stated earning Paul's attention. "It makes a difference in who wins and loses, you dumb fuck. And if you disrespect her again, it'll be you and me. That tough shit you doing you best control it."

"Honestly, nigga why even start some shit with us we don't give a fuck about Canada."

"Yeah well...you know how you Arcadian French are always saying that you got booted outta Canada and came down here?'

"We Creoles dumbasses we don't have no roots from Canada." Marrick pointed out with a chuckle before yelling a obscenity in French.

"We know our history. So what?" Demanded Mark. "A lot of your trash has washed up on OUR shores..." Paul said. "And there are people in Teranto and Mount Royal that are dual citizens who have US residence in your state. And theres even BSU out there."

Mark sat in darkness but his mind was picturing not only what was around him and trying to anticipate the captors, but he also wondered about that. "If they were making noise we'd have heard about it."

"But you don't seem to know they were up there and whenever you assholes go, and there's BSU you try to expand. Neto said it you guys are in Sunbelt. You're in LS."

Culebra spoke in agreement. "We know that was your man in Rancho doing all that shit. It was a smart play with Marabunta too. Getting the ones Onda doesn't control to do his dirty work and go undetected in Rancho because they're Raza? It's smart."

"Hey...Since we all know who Patrick is in this room let me just say something... ya'll might think you're slick. You got us. But you didn't get him. The next time it could be a reservation up north. That bitch that lit a cigarette? Maybe she becomes the next missing and murdered Indigenous woman. I been looking into that cause ogf my friend Task. That aint even something I would intentionally do just for the fuck of it. That's some shit my handler would do and you KNOW who I mean. Or Patrick could just do it for the hell of it. And you know you done fucked up by having him take the fall for what YOUR boy did. Now he has to disappear. "

Paul leaned in close to Mark's ears. "It wasn't ME who did that. You'll find out who did in time and when you do? You ain't gonna like it."

He turned back to Allison. "But see your dad did what he did in Vice City took down some heavy people or when he didnt he lead to others who would. And your grandpa took down Milky Malone. If we're the bad guys then why are you with one?'

"You just dont get love. ...I heard about that Salvadoran bitch you stuck your dick in when you was in the pinta, homes. Or should I say...FAM?" He mocked paul with his previous affilation.

"Yeah we were FUCKING and it was a means to and end she gets paid to let us get away with more and we get more money when we have help she needed to be stretched out and I just so happened to have been an inmate with pent up aggression from being locked up and a love of fat asses. I regret nothing. And yeah. I fucked her without a condom knowing i could have caught something. But I didnt love her. And out here i aint got that going on with prison guards/"

"Why do you care?" Allison asked. "Even if you got a problem with Mark I didn't do anything to you."

"You think you can distance yourself from him? You're with him."

"I'm not distancing. I just don't get why you care about my status as an FIB agent. Or my relationship. You just used a woman as a sex object to smuggle drugs and weapons."

Paul laughed. "You are so white. No. We used each other. A lot of people got a problem with dating a cop and many people see them that way and I don't know what FIB hours are like but prison guards don't get a lot of down time and she's around that many men."

Neto chuckled. "This puta would probably be happy to be a guard in a men's prison. She's already with a fuckin criminal. She aint that good at her job." He finished earning an anger filled look from Mark.

Paul stood and greeted the guests that consisted of Task and Adayh. Neto's crew was also there including Gata, Chela, Listo, Pavo, Camello and Jose. He said nothing but his presence was the greeting. He instead just stared at all of them without directly looking at any of them. He made a gesture to follow him into the woods. They looked at him and his armed warriors with faces painted red and black.

"So what is this you're taking us to?" Asked Task.

"A ceremony. Of death...the man that killed my girlfriend is here. And he's going to be tortured in our way. But we also snatched up Mark and pretty much all of the approached and saw the BSU members at a table as well as Anna and Allison. This made Ren "You kidnapped THEM? That's not a good idea. They kill everybody that crosses them."

"She's not wrong!" Lee let out with a chuckle.

"We put some real niggas on a tee." Marrick added with a chuckle.

"So do I. And yeah...Mark has friends in higher places, but I got friends in mostly high places. Not the director of the IAA but the man who taught me is better than the woman that taught him. I don't know if it's true but I've heard that Tanaka may have even had a hand in training people like her..."

Adayh noticed Danyen among the warriors. "Danyen? I didn't know you were down here."

"I was in the neighborhood. I grew up with Aila."

The Mohawks and the rest of the R dubs had ranged themselves in two lines, facing each other, and armed with cudgels, he was ordered to march the first of all through the ranks of the band…. There, they made him ascend a scaffold raised about six feet from the ground— quite naked, bathed in his own blood, that flowed from nearly every part of his body… , and, gathering round him, one goaded him with a very sharp stick; another burned him with a firebrand; others seared him with calumets heated red-hot. …

Lucifer was dire march began. It was a repetition in prolonged and intensified form of their worst previous ordeals. Flash, horribly mangled fell to the ground, unable to rise again. He was dragged along the ground to the platform. Covered with blood and wounds the only white spot visible on his countenance was the white of his eyes.

Lucifer besides enduring all that was inflicted on the others, was hit in the middle of the back by an iron ball, which was attached to a cord and swung by Danyen. The blow felled him to the earth, where he lay for a time as one dead. Recovering he continued his way to the platform, where further scenes in the tragedy were to be enacted. Hardly had he reached the rough floor of the stage when an Indian dealt him three sharp blows on the back with a heavy club. Bobby had done this. "That was for my cousin you piece of shit..." He spat. "I aint gonna make this easy for you..."

Next, Paul seized the hands Tanaka and with his teeth tore out the three remaining finger nails. Tanaka, by some miracle, did not cry out but he winced. Continuing their brutal play the Mohawks proceeded to cut off slices of flesh from the legs and arms of their victims.

The same torture was inflicted on Flash whose right thumb was cut off. During the agony of it he was heard repeating the names of Jesus, Mary and Joseph. The blood flowed so freely from the wounds of Lucifer and Tanaka that the Indians fearing they would bleed to death, but wishing to reserve them for further torture, stanched their wounds, and bandaged them with pieces torn from Lucifer's' shirt. More dead than alive the captives remained on the platform until night, when they were led by their respective guards to one of the large cabins.

Watching all of this, the BSU watched their first night of observing torture Kanienkehaka style.

Not a bit of food had as yet passed their lips, although their captors had eaten to their full. A little food was now offered them, some roasted ears of corn and water. This was done not to ease their hunger but to keep them alive for future brutal sport. Indeed the sport began almost immediately.

After their meager meal they were thrown flat on the floor of the cabin, and their bodies extended by fastening their hands and feet to stakes driven in the ground. In this position they were unable to move any part of the body. They were now turned over to Dawn and Bobby to practice the art of torturing. They began by piercing the most sensitive parts of their victims' bodies with awls and sharp-pointed sticks.

Then they cut off thin slices of flesh from their thighs, pulled out the nails from their hands and feet, plucked out their hair and what was worst of all, scattered burning wood-ashes on the quivering wounds of their victims, who were unable to move the body to shake them off, no matter what efforts they made, to the intense enjoyment of their juvenile tormentors. The wonder is that any of the victims survived the frightful ordeal. It would have caused death from shock to the average man.

While the prisoners had only that to eat, Paul and the others including even the BSU feasted on buffalo stew which also included potatoes and carrots.

"Ali, Ren, you need to eat to keep your strength up." Mark pointed out while looking to the two women who seemed completely not interested in their food.

"How can any of you eat right now after seeing all that?" Alison asked while looking to Mark, Lee, Jimmy, Marrick, Thire and even Ana who seemed to be consuming their meals with ease while Tup was in the same boat as them.

"It's not all that bad." Jimmy pointed out. "You think if I ask he'll give me the recipe?" He added with a chuckle.

"You forget we're the group who shoot people in the head and walk up just to see how dead they are." Lee added.

"I know it's hard to watch and eat..but if you don't things are gonna get a lot worse when your body starts to break down….so go on and eat." Ana added earning looks of silence from the two women before they complied.

lady Joker was brought a bowl by Sokanon.

He heard Flash crying out as he he began to hold up torches to him. He had never been bothered by burning flesh. He took his time with him. "I'm going to break you..." He snarled with venom in his tone. "You starting to regret the day you were born, bitch? Cause all of this...evertthing you ever did...your first words, first steps, first time you got laid, your first time driving...it all came to this."

"FUCK YOU, MAN!" Growled Flash. "I aint kill your girl or your moms...!" He was shivering and couldn't talk much or fast. "I shouldn't be here... you coulda just shot...me...fuck it...I should have...made sure...I capped your ass for good..."

"You're right you should have either done that or not fucked me over to start with. I never fucked you over once. Everybody I killed back then...even other Locs...like Rhino...they had it coming. I was an amatuer. But you turned me pro..."

"So you...should be thanking me..."

"But if I'd just stayed in LS on the streets...whether I ended up dead or not...I would have never come baclk or at least not any time soon. Me coming back...it got my mom and Aila killed. You shooting me...sent me on the path to prison. Then back home...that's what you don't get, Flash. Whether you'd have killed me that day...or just not turned your back on me...or maybe the Ballas killed me a week later and you did nothing to stop it...all those situations...my mom and Aila could have still been alive..."

Why wouldn't he cry out?" Asked Allison.

Adayh ansewered. "Danyen told me about this a little bit earlier... if they cry out they'll be his slave in the afterlife."

"What a crock of horse shit. Ghost slaves? This is who people in Liberty were having trouble with in the 1700's?"

Task snorted. "Give me a break. You're a protestant. That means you follow Martin Luther so you worship a Jew but your brand of Christianity is anti Semitic because Luther was. Why the fuck aren't yo an Odinist? It'd be a lot easier to take you seriously."

"He's got a point there..." Chuckled Eddie. "You don't wanna share a faith with us kikes now do ya, Tully?"

"You're also a slave in the afterlife..." Mark interjected. "I might not believe in this shit but I have studied it a lot. Jesus said you're either a aslave to him or to Lucifer. And if you just do what you want...like I do and have no religion we're still serving Lucifer."

"If this is true..." Lee stated, "K:or has at least two slaves..."

"Wouldn't he have a lot more than that?" Asked Marco. "He killed a lotr of fuckin people. I still know him better than any of you that calls yourself his enemy. I was an enemy before anybody else here and if it had ever come down to him or me he'd be dead. But the kid was a shooter."

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Mark's eyes turned to Neto as he chewed the tasty but rough meat. "You should be kissing my ass. Out of all he enemies i had over the years you're still alive..."

Neto snorted with contempt. "I could say thhat about you."

"Maybe you could be I'm the most generous motherfuckin enemy you ever met all those terms i agreed to? You got more outta that shit than we do. That shows we been patient with ya ass and the fact that you did have more terms shows you were taking advantage but I don't care as long as you stay in your lane. I don't even give a fuck if you sell coke in the neighborhoods as long as you ddon't do it where my people are. Be my guest you aint telling me I can't do any business deals with the BSU out there."

He added, "I helped you as much as you helped me and with the amount of terms we agreed to I'd say we're more than good."

Neto sneered and just walked away.

"Nobody here is getting killed except the people on the chopping block. Just behave."

"Is that you talking or him?" Demanded Lee.

"And we are behaved. But there's no rules against talking..." The youngest Roman said. "Some of us just need to develop thicker skin."

"Well you're being fed. And just like you prefer it to be nobody here is drinking..."

"We don't care if YOU have a beer..." Jimmy snorted. "We just don't."

"Well she's not BSU..." Joaquin said looking at Allison. "So you wouldn't mind if I brought her a big old crack pipe would ya?"

Jimmy didn't seem to realize it but he had forgotten what Culebra had told him about his own story of why he was sober and so in saying 'you have a beer' he had wondered if Jimmy had meant that.

"Well the day is about over. We'll give these assholes rest..." Stated Jose. "Then it looks like it'll be back to the same thing."

"If it's all the same to you we're gonna head back to New Arcadia."

"No. Sorry. Can't let that happen. We have to keep you here until it's over."

"We came...we saw the torture. What else is there to see?"

"Do you leave a movie when it's just starting?" Asked the Navajo-Mexican gangster. "A quarter of the way through?"

"It's not like it wasn't entertaining..." Mark admitted. "But we got a city to get back to and this aint exactly a good time to be outside of it. We're at war with a lot of people and they're all coming for our heads even if you're not of them anymore."

Jose shrugged. "Sure. We can be friends. But you still can't go back. Not yet. You'll be able to go back."

Thire stood up. "Here's the thing., We're not asking..."

Jose shook his head. "You have the NAPD on your payroll. Let them do their jobs for once instead of just relying on you to always do their job for them. Me and my hood, we're in this life. You don't see us out there doing the juras jobs for them."

'Hey someone's gotta fill up the hospital beds." Marrick added with a scowl.

"That doesn't mean we won't take losses. The backup Mark provides us with saves police lives which means we can save civilians. If we're not all out there it's just up to less experienced gangsters to shoot back. And that won't help the little kid on her bike or the old man walking his dog who gets caught in the crosshairs."

Jose looked at the red-haired agent. "Do you think you're really going to live a long life, Agent Trueblood? Nobody here is. We're all gonna die either bloody or in prison but FIB and IAA don't usually go to the pinta so that means it'll probably be la tomba for you. And your novio?" He shot a look at Mark. "I don't know him. Not like Neto or Ivan or Mai does. But he'll probably be the last one standing and he'll end up behind bars with no friends and when he's realizing he's got nothing and it was all for nothing he'll slit his own wrists."

"Maybe that's what you'd do but I'm resilient.."

"You say that because you've never really been inside. I mean really been inside. You haven't seen up close and personal the look of a man who knows and he finally accepts he's never getting out. Sure, they say there's freedom in it when you admit it but that's only to get the idea of the streets outta your head. There's no comfort there's no happiness. You would have nothing to live for. I've done time doing jales for Onderos doing all day. They just sit there in the SHU high on heroin fucking with people cause there isn't shit else to do in there. And you may think you'd never pick up the heroin needle but so far the people that have resisted it best in there are the Nuestra Syndicato boys. Onda and AV fall slave to the needle and the BGA are just right there alongside of it but the BGA doesn't even have any real fresh blood to add to their ranks."

"And that's why they're all dying breeds." Mark pointed out with a chuckle. "Where they like it or not, they'll die from lack of recruitment or their own vices. That won't be me though."

Thire shoved Jose. "Go ahead and try and stop me. You wanna shoot me you can but you'll start a war and you can't come back from that..." Jose set his Rifle down. Paul saw this and approached. "What the fuck is going on here?" He demanded. Jose eyed the Polynesian. "This fool wants to leave. You said to not let him leave..."

He leaned in and said, "I'm only helping here cause that's what Neto wanted me to do he wanted me to help you do this but after this we're through. You're not Onda anymore. I should kill you for making me do what i did before."

"You wanna hate me fine but don't act like if a different shot caller told you do that you would do it any differently. You know what you signed up for. They're attacking people in San Andreas a lot there's always innocent casualties in any gang war. I didn't make you kill any kids. The people I had you shoot were all old enough to be shot."

Jose glared and then said, "Let me put it another way, puto...I ever see you in my hood, Neto or not I'm smoking YOU. You're not green lit by Onda but you walked away from it. You're a perpetrator joining whatever gang suits you. i'm surprised you didn't fuck over the Vagos and shit."

"I didn't betray CGF you idiot. They betrayed me. Or maybe they can't betray me cause any loyalty they ever claimed to have was a lie and they were just being true to their nature."

"Still just the fact you worked with them you should have never been made Onda."

"And you should have? You're acting like a little bitch over one you got a problem with killing anybody other than gangsters you may as well hang it up punk cause the game has changed. You might have to smoke a witness who has a good reason to hate us. You won't wanna do it though especially if it's a woman but if you rank out on that, Neto and Helgada will know you're weak if it ever comes to that."

"Damn, you seem a bit divided should we give ya'll a minute?" Mark taunted.

"Makes you wonder how they haven't shot each other yet." Jimmy added with a smile.

Jose eyed Thire and he put his fists up. "Rematch. You want to leave you got to knock me out. If you can't do that, you stay for as long as this is goes on."

"I don't think he'd have a choice then." Lee added with a chuck

Jose fights Thire to keep him back Thire doubts he can they fight and Jose can't get Thire to stay down any of the time that he knocks him down but Thire can't for him. Thire says that it's easuer for him he jst has to try and keep him bacj while Thire has to actuallyt knock him out so it sounds like he's saying hes not gifving his est effort they fight Jse falls after giving a hell of a fight but he gets back up and thire respects his each and every attempt to knock him out.'

Lee turned to Paul. "You're just picking a fight. Neto already agreed to a truce...'

Neto quickly interjected. "And I haven't touched a hair on your head, cabron. The most I did was the music payback which wouldn't have happened if you hadn't domne it back."

"Oh you mean like I Got You Babe? What is it with yo and Cher? If your goal was to get me to hate her I already do!"

"Not as much as Sonny Bono. He killed himself in a ski accident just to get away from the bitch..." Joaquin stated.

Joaquin threw a hard right to Jimmy's face and the red head was ready and met him head on with rage. He struck back. Listo threw a hard left to Halcon's face but the NS thug head butted him. El Camello tackled Lee and threw a hard right at him. Lee got up with a kick to the stomach. The bald headed Azteca Og threw a hard right but Lee countered with a left.

Jose tackled Thire and threw a hard left and Thire drove a knee into his stomach and hit him with a roundhouse punch. Jose was relentless, however. He bombarded the Polynesian with rights and lefts. Neto had been showing him some moves and as he saw the nose and lips leaking, Neto watched with pride. El Camello threw a hard right jab to Lee's gut and followed with a round house kick to the face.

Gata grabbed Chetah and said, "Let's go bitch! Let's see how tough you are!" She threw her to the ground and gave her a kick to the side. The Rifa homegirl grabbed dirt and flung it into the eye of the Azteca and pounced on her with a growl. "How hot would it be if their fuckin titties came out?' Asked Little Joe.

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Joe, shut up!"

"Who wouldn't want to see a Rifa and an Azteca scissoring the shit out of each other? I Eyefinded their war what they beef over in San Andreas...it went on for over fifty years. I wonder how many southsiders and north siders date each other? We already know Families and Ballas do It just seems like these two could bump beaves to get decades of aggression out of trheir systems. Dude, I'm not even a cholo but I think i want a threeway with a Azteca and a Rifa."

"You don't shut the fuck up..." Task warned, "I'll be putting you down on the ground too."

"Hey I don't want any beef. I'm vegeterian! Except for pussy. I couldn't stop eating it."

Jimmy slammed Joaquin down on the ground and gave him a hard right kick followed by a left ax kick to the back of the head.

Thire slammed Jose to the ground and began to bombard him with punches. After four, the Navajo-Mexican was dazed but he rolled out from under the fifth punch and followed up with a left foot to the side of his face to buy himself time to recover.

Chetah head butted Gata and tried an eye gouge. She then grabbed her by the shoulders and rammed her left knee into her gut. Listo and Pavo tackled him both punching and kicking him and he fell to the ground. Chetah saw this and screamed, "That's not fuckin fair!" Gata grabbed her and growled, "Life aint fairm bitch!" She grabbed both breasts and twisted them hard and she screeched and Gata drove a right knee into her groin and followed up with a left hook that also scratched her right cheek.

Camello was bombarding Lee mostly with punches and he was good at keeping the Chinese American back and he had a bloodied face while the veterano had less blood but was still bleeding. He feigned a kick in Lee's direction but Lee seized the chance and kicked his leg out from under him. He then followed up with a left elbow to his face. The cholo came up swinging and grabbed Lee by the shoulders and drove his knee into his gut. He then kicked him in the right leg and Lee cried out and he stomped on his legs as he fell and then proceeded to kick him in the back, the face and the chest as he fell.

Thire gave a kick to Jose's chest winding him and he grabbed the Azteca and began to bombard him with blows. He hit him three times and he stared into his eyes and bloodied nostrils. "It's a good try like before but it's gonna go the same way..." Jose spat the blood from his own lips into his eyes and the moment bought him time to throw a hard right hook to the chin and follow up with a left to the nose. He surrounded the bigger man ducking a punch and he hooked him twice in the kidney.

Jose was surrounding him like a boxer and Thire was using his body weight more like a wrestler in terms of combat style. Jose copied what Lee did and kicked Thire's leg out from under him but he only brought him down to one knee and he gave him a hard right kick to the chest. "Stay down!" Thire got up snarling. "Has that line ever worked for you? Or anyone?"

Jimmy slammed Joaquin down on the bench of the picnic table and the Mojave Indian cried out but he grabbed a 2 lieter of E Cola and clobbered him in the face with it. Jimmy staggered with a cut under his right eye. Jimmy threw a hard left and then a knee to his ribs and he got behind Joaquin and slammed him to the ground. Joaquin coughed and Jimmy kicked him in the ribs again. "Fuckin bitch!"

Joaquin stood up. "I think it's time I put all my effort into you..." He throat punched Jimmy who wheezed and staggered back. Camello was bodying Lee and had got him against the bench and was punching for the seventh time. He had unleashed a lot of punishment on Lee but he was getting tired. Lee seized the moment again as he threw a right and Lee countered and hit him with a left. He then kicked him in the ribs and then the stomach which he had his arm. Heh let the skinny OG wheeze falling back but then Lee threw a hard left to his cheek and said, "Just so you know me trying to kill you was business...though I bet if I killed you now I could still cash on it.,.."

The OG tackled him but Lee flipped him to the ground and kicked him in the chest and pounced on him throwing one, two, three, four five punches. He stood up again to kick him but Camello kicked jis leg out from under him and brought a right ax kick on Lee's chest. Lee wheezed for air but rolled away. Camello charged him again but Lee used his movement against him and flipped him against the bench and Camello cracked his head open. Lee then kicked him in the ribs. "That's what kick boxing gets you..endurance..." He said spitting blood. Lee knew he had won this fight and he almost hadn't expected to.

Halcon got to his feet and kicked the legs out from under Listo and tackled Pavo. Pavo threw a hard right. He hit him in the face but Halcon grabbed him and did a suplex and winded the Rancho OG. Listo tackled the NS OG and threw a hard left to the back of his head and kicked him in the back. Halcomn responded with a right elbow to the face. Listo threw another right but Halcon countered it and head butted him. He then threw a left hook and used his arm to fling him to the ground.

Joaquin threw a hard right to Jimmy's face and battered the red head. This time his head hit the bench, his blood marking it. Jimmy got back up but Joaquin threw three hard jabs to his abdomen and before he could swing back, he was already on his left side and he grabbed his left shoulder and slammed him head first into the bench dislocating it.

He pounced the red head and began to punch him left, right, left right. He had thrown ten punches without even remembering them. He stood up not wanting to kill him but he ghave him a kick to the jaw and Jimmy was down for the count. Halcon threw a punch striking Listo in the jaw and then went for a knee to the groin. Listo dropped and Halcon gave him a kick to the face knocking him unconscious. Pavo threw a right blindsiding him and he was temporarily blinded and Pavo got him on the ground again and body slammed him. He punched him in the chest, in the face and drove his knee into his balls.

Chetah had the upper hand on Gata as she had her on her back and was punching her. "SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS!" Barked Joe. Chogan back handed him.

Gata head butted Chetah and her nose bloodied more. She then scratched at her eyes and threw a left weak punch but it was enough to buy her some time. She drove a knee into her side. She then got behind her and began to punch her circling around her like Jose was Thire.

Halcon withstood about eight more punches and kicks from Pavo before he regained compsure and he drove a right elbow into his jaw and then he proceeded to ram him with his right shoulder. "You've done time fool and you might even know how to fight but I'm SHU program level disciplined and you aint ready for that..." Pavo tried one more punch but Halcon got behind him and kicked him in the back winding him. He then pounced on his back and began to slam his head into the ground. With the third slam Pavo was out.

Paul fired an M3 just barely missing Halcon. "That's enough. He's done."

Halcon looked at him knowing he had been Onda and what he had done. "Well I guess that makes you a placa now instead of a fuckin con, eh? Why don't you come fight me, puto?"

Mark warned, "Hey bro...don't. I respect you as a soldado but you wouldn't win..." Halcon looked at him with both surprise that he had said that and anger.

Thire continued his assault trying to drop jose with more punches and using kicks only when he had him on the ground. He kept trying to kick Jose as they stood but Jose could predict them and would kick his leg before he could. Jose tackled him in a head but to the gut but Thire growled, "You made that mistake last time!" He began to punch his back and hammer blow and elbow him dropping elbows into his back and head while Jose punched and punched his stomach and ribs. Jose fell and Thire punched him in the nose. He fell.

Jose weakly got up with his face leaking. Thire laughed. "You got a lot of balls but not a lot of brains..."

Jose replied, "You got a lot of strength...but not a lot of speed..." He kicked him in his knee cap and Thire cried out as he had. Jose had a cracked rib from Thire and he was favoring his right side because of it. Jose drove a right knee into Thire's face. Thire punched him in the stomach and his wounded rib even as he did. Jose kneed him again. By the third knee, he had broken his nose. Jose roared and threw the hardest right hook he could. He hit Thire between the nose and right eye. Thire went down and did not get up. Jose felt light headed as he stared down at the unconscious Polynesian. He had done it. However, the light headed dizziness took over and he collapsed next to him.

Gata drove an elbow into Chetah's face and Chetah tried to and succesfully did punch her in the groin. "Oh come on! They're touching each other's pussies and titties I mean what the fuck am I supposed to do?! I'm semi hard here!" Joe cried out.

Chela yelled, "Lay that chapete puta out, esa! Fuck her up!"

"You got this, Chetah!" Barked Halcon. Chetah threw a jab to Gata's belly and she cried out. Chetah smiled through her bloody mouth and did a turn and kicked her in the side. Gata fell again to her knees. Chetah grabbed her hair. "Us outta state Rifas real enough for you now, bitch?"

Gata smiled. "About as real as generic brand E Cola..." She stood up and grabbed her by the hair. "It'll do in a pinch but it doesn't beat the real thing..." She growled before slamming her to the earth and proceeding to pound her face and kick her. Chetah threw a hard left to her ribs but it was only at half strength. As she fell the crack of her butt was showing and as the two grappled they could partly see her red panties and the top part of her ass.

"Aw come on at least thumb punch her butt hole!" Growled Joe.

Chetah head butted Gata but Gata drove an elbow into the back of her head. She fell crying out in pain. She went to punch her again and again and this time she was racked with too much pain to stop her. Neto grabbed her arm. "That's enough mija...she's done..."Gata growled, "Let me go!"

"We aren't here to kill any of them..." Chela agreed. She mad dogged Mark. "But I still think we should torture that motherfucker. Any of this shit sounds like the right thing for what he did to Pajaro."

Mark just rolled his eyes.'

Joaquin had beaten Jimmy, Gata had beaten Chetah, Halcon had managed to knock out Anahu, Listo and Pavo, Lee had downed Camello and Jose had taken Thire down but Neto knew that because he had passed out too, Jose would look at it more as a draw than a victory. He wasn't sure Thire would see it that way.

"I think you...and the captives are gonna need rest..." Paul said to all who had fought.

Day 2

Paul had begun the torture again and now they were beginning to skin them alive with sea shells. He severed Flash's fingers and smiled as he screamed. He was taking it the worst. He had screamed and this had not stopped the torture just as he had been warned it wouldn't. As Paul did this to Tanaka removing his left index finger, Tanaka simply gritted his teeth thinking about how Paul had killed Hayako.

"You don't have to do this!" Tanaka screamed. Owl child had him died up with a gun to the back of his head. Paul had Hayako and his family laid on the floor on their backs. His vision was somewhat obscure from his chair at the table but he could could only see the legs of the children he looked at as his grandchildren and the face of Hayako's wife. Paul stated, "Of course i do. You killed my family. Now I'm gonna kill yours. The difference is you killed my mom but I can reproduce. You could always ttry and start over you're in your sixties but this bloodline is done."

Paul fired the shotgun into Hayako's back the same as he had his mother. Tanaka cried out as he saw the blood spreading across his back and Hayako gasped. He did the same to the wife shooting her in the chest. "Hayako! Sakura!" He cried.

He aimed for the kids. "NO!" He struggled but Owl Child held him firmly. He fired. Hayako began to hyperventilate. "I don't know what kinda man you were trying to make me when you killed my mom but it's blown up in your face."

Now as Paul tortured him Tanaka looked at him defiantley. "There's nothing you can do to me here that will make me scream...you took my world in Japan...this is nothing...I won't give you the satisfaction."

"Good. That's what we like. In my culture we like it when captives not only don't scream in torture but they taunt us. It's the sign of a great warrior."

Now, with this round of torture Paul had offered to let Task help but he had declined, not liking the way his girlfriend had been dragged into this. But Adayh had accepted. He was helping torture Tommy currently cutting his fingers off but he had helped with Flash, Tanaka and Lucifer as well.

Lucifer looked at Mark with a smile. "You know kid...there may have been a bounty on me but somebody like you I would have folded like a map...you're a child..."

Mark taunted back, "From where I'm looking it looks like you got bested by somebody half your age, patna!"

"Yeah...but he's better than you at this shit. You...you could never run a major city and he didn't buit he was a major player. Cities like Los Santos, Liberty City, Teranto these are real cities. You're a mid level gangster from a mid level city. Your problem is you...think you're the boss...but you're middle management...you can have power in cities like New Arcadia and Dockington...but you'll never run a real city...Sunbelt...Paul told me a bit about what's going on..."

He grimaced as Paul took his middle finger. Flash was whimpering and Paul was disgusted. "Fuck, this bitch isn't even gonna last for the good parts! Let's just throw him on the fire!" They began to set him up tied to the stake. They lit the logs and began to watch. Tommy spat on Paul. "Fuck you, half breed. I aint gonna cry out for you either...you're middle managment too..."

Paul wiped the spit from his face. "Now Thomas...I don't appreciate you spitting jizz on me. Now...enjoy the break...watching that fucker burn cause that's about as long a break as you're gonna get..."

Today's meal was boar meat and the guests once again ate and watched. As the flames began to lick at Flash's skin he cried out, "LORD JESUS! HELP ME! ARGH! GOD PLEAAAAAAAAAASE!" The smell of burning flesh made Alison and Ren lose their appetites. Prior to that they had enjoyed the meal. Even Ana set her plate aside.

"Why does he have to give us food during torture?" Ren complained. "He could do it while the captives are resting. I understand why he hates each of these men but we did not do anything to him."

"Human flesh they say tastes like and smells like pork and we're eating boar. It aint bothering me..." Marrick nodded. "Me either."

Paul turned to Danny. "I'd rather be a half breed than a rapist piece of shit."

"You killed three fuckin kids..." Sneered the Indian Clique co founder. "You got no room to judge me..."

"As opposed to somebody who sold ten year old girls into prostitution? See the best thing about you being here is I'm not gonna be the one that tortures you to death. It's the women that'll be doing that."

Dawn, Nadia and Sonakon began to cut Tommy's testicls and they filleted his penis and tore it open. Now his screams of pain matched that of Flash's. They began to remove his testicles themselves and cut deeper into his scrotum. "Don't fuck him up too bad just yet..." Paul warned. "Don't want him to bleed out."

"I've sewn up enough of your bullet wounds I know what I'm doing!" Barked Dawn.

"YOU FUCKIN CUNTS! I'LL KILL YOU!" Dawn punched Tommy in the nose as hard as she could and broke his nose. "FUCK YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I'VE BEEN RAPED BY MEN LIKE YOU. ALL THE MISSING AND MURDERED INDIGENOUS WOMEN ALL THE RAPED WOMEN IN AMERICA AND CANADA AND IT'S USUALLY BY PEOPLE LIKE HIM!" She growled referring to Lucifer. "BUT YOU WENT BEYOND PIMPING YOU SOLD KIDS. FUCK YOU!" She ripped out his left testicle.

Tommy cried out and the three women barely were able to get the bleeding under control. Flash finally stopped crying out as he burned and his face did not resemble what it once had as only the flesh below his flesh was showing and his eyes but they were being burned by the flames too. They finished cutting the fingers off of Lucifer. Adayh took his thumb. "You won't be able to ride...or even hitchike anymore."

They stopped the torture for the day. Their wounds were once again patched up. Soon, Tanaka and Lucifer and Tommy lay in the cabins again. "They're gonna castrate you next..." Tanaka stated.

Tommy had passed out from the pain. Lucifer weakly rasped, "They're gonna feed us again...to keep us alive...we should...try and work together and escape..."

"Would have had a better chance with Flash still alive...maybe..." Tanaka stated. He sighed. "Second thought...there's no escaping this. Best to just get through it. There's too many of them."

Day 3

They had Lucifer and Tanaka tied up as well as Tommy but he was the palest of the three now when he had been the darkest of the three and this was due to the wounds he had recieved. Paul walked up to Lucifer and sliced open the right breast and began to drink the blood that sprayed from it. This frightened Lucifer and as Paul sucked the blood in he growled, "FUCKIN KILL!" And did the same to Lucifer.

They cut him down and Paul let Danyen, Bobby and Terrance go to work on his other hand. "She was my cousin you piece of shit..." Bobby warned him. "I'm not gonna make this easy on you..."

They began finally cut Lucifer and Tanaka. The Mohawks mutilated them in the same way they had Tommy. "GGRAHHHHHHHHHH!" Finally Lucifer screamed out as he lost his manhood and Paul was thrilled to see it. "This is for Aila you pink motherfucker..." Growled Bobby before hawking a loogie in his face. "FUCK! GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!" Roared Lucifer.

Tommy collapsed and they checked his pulse. "He's dead..." Angus stated. "He lost too much blood..."

Dawn shrugged. "If there's a hell it's gonna be better than what we did to him. Too good for him. I got revenge for all the little girls motherfuckers like him sold into sex slavery."

Sokanon agreed. "He might not be alive to go through the rest of this but he was not having a good time."

Little Joe walked up to the body and mock humped him. "Dibs!" He let out a laugh that made him sound mentally ill. He began to mock stimulate oral sex. "I see every gang has their retard..." Lee said eyeing the spectacle.

"That little vato's pretty funny, homie..." Stated Listo.

Little Joe growled, "You like suckin that fuckin dick, Tommy boy?!" He suddenly stirred and for a moment Tommy breathed and had a pulse and he let out a cry in pain. Little Joe panicked pulling the much bigger Cree down with him and he twisted and he heard a loud popping sound and Tommy fell with his neck twisted at an unnatural angle.

"Jesus, you fuckin retard, you fuckin killed him? We could have tortured the fucker a bit longer!" Growled Chogan. Dawn would have normally agreed but she burst out laughing and Joe looked up at her and said, "I think I broke something."

This time, Paul had fed each of them before they tortured them. He had also made sure the BSU ate before they began the torture. But Mark and Task and a few others had still insisted on still eating. "I've read about Comanche torture tactics. They played catch with babies of their enemies but the object was to not catch the baby. Their women would chew your fingers and your dick until it was nothing but paste. They'd cut your eyelids off and bury you up to your neck in an ant hil and let either the ants kill you or the sun since they'd burn your eyeballs and you'd go blind."

"But people want to act like Indians were just peaceful hippies before we got here."

"We get it, Adolf you prefer your victims to not fight back. You'd rather just load them up into gas chambers rather than deal with armed Apaches."

"I thought we were talking about Comanches?" Buck said.

"And then there's this rawhide execution thing they'd do. They wrap you up in the shit in the sun and it shrinks till it breaks your ribs. But seeing this shit I aint sure who's more creative or brutal. I'll have to think on that shit cause that guy Syke O has done some of the shit his people have but this...we're getting a real demonstration. It's like looking at the past."

The pair were tied upright to stakes, scalped alive, then "baptized" with boiling water. For each, a "necklace" of hatchets was fashioned, thrown into the fire, then withdrawn when the metal glowed red hot. These "adornments" were put around their necks.

Lucifer screamed again as his lesh sizzled. Paul reached out and said, "You got a bit of a skin tag there...I'll get it for ya..."

"There aint no way they survive that shit for long, dog. Those niggas are done for..."

For dinner later, though they had served up more boar meat this time they made buffalo ribs courtesy of Owl Child. Paul washed down his food with a bit of Sprunk. Mark sat down uninvited. "This has gone on long enough. I appreciate the hospitality and the show but we gotta get back..."

"I know you have to but you have people in the city that are more than able to defend your territory against whatever..." He feigned ignorance. "This is that bullshit with that guy Ernesto Santana right?"

Mark wasn't sure if he was feigning ignorance on the part of who was actually attacking his group but his remark about men who were left to defend it, he could tell was probing to see what Mark would say under pressure. He was not about to admit that while the people behind could probably defend their turf, he was not happy that he was not back there.

He looked at Paul. "The Ballas tried to kill my mother too. I think you could understand that's an emergency right?"

"Maybe I could if I didn't know you hated her. Marrick loves her but not you. So maybe I could let Marrick go early. I'm willing to do that. I'll even let him call you. I have your cell phones. He can tell you how the situation is."

Marrick was surprised. "For real? No bullshit?"

Paul nodded. "Yeah. As a sign of good faith. But my good faith means you stay here..."

"You know who's behind this attack. If you're not in on it...you're at least helping him by keeping me here..." Mark stated.

Manfred chimed in having been mostly quiet during these last few days. "And you had me picked up so that we wouldhn't have eyes in the sky."

"You have other guys in the area who can watch with drones..." Paul stated. Again he was misleading. He didn't actually know who else they had or if they had anybody but in case they did he would be making it seem like they knew. If they didn't then he was presuming they had more air support than they did which would make them think he had one up on them. He could and would find out later how much air support they had and that would be found out based on whether or not they would use what they had to defend the city.

"Your friend Ivan from what Lee told me hired some sick motherfuckers to go after them. They massacred a bunch of people at a wedding Lee didn't even get a chance to see who survived and who didn't."

"You can find out when you get back."

Day 4

They had taken the toes off of the two men now. As the torture commenced again, Shep joined this time. "She was fucked up...in her own ways but I loved Aila. We all did. I should have done more to protect her too. Now...all I can do is try and get her justice. And in this case...justice is revenge."

He had been in the background of the warriors. "I don't think we've been introduced..." Lee stated still recovering from his wounds. The men who had fought plus Gata and Chetah had been instructed to stay away from each other by Paul. No more fighting among the "Guests" would be tolerated.

"That's because I didn't introduce myself, junior now get the fuck outta my way..." Shep growled. He helped finish the skinning as they took more flesh from Lucifer. "I want you to know...that while what you did to Aila was fucked up...it was a quick death. I'd have rather you and me fought leader to leader rather than lose a sweet girl like her. But you're too much of a coward and you know I'd mop the floor with you. Still...you should have taken it. Getting beat to death by me or Paul is a better death than this."

He then rubbed his still freshly burned skin on his scalp peeling away skin and hair. "You're a Christian. I found that out about you. From your time in prison. You know...everybody talks about how bad Jesus's death was but if that's real it's nothing. He died on the cross the same day. Most crufixitions take weeks."

Lucifer spoke slowly. "That was because...they beat him...pierced him...put a crown of thorns...on him..." Shep smiled. "Speaking of which we made one for you..." It was handed to him by Chogan and he put it on Lucifer. Lucifer cried in pain but was too weak to scream. Blood poured down his head. "Your God still got off easy. Easier than a lot of my ancestors. A lot of people's ancestors. Being quartered sounds worse than crucifixtion. So does impalement. And it's easier than you're gonna get..."

With the two men skinned, they were now to be burned the way Flash had been. Paul also allowed one witness in the background who had been in a battle before in New Arcadia, was here. In truth, he hadn't killed Hayako. He had merely shot him with rock salt. Both Mark and Ren expressed shock seeing him again as they remembereed him. "THAT'S your father?!" Ren exclaimed.

"Hai!"

"Seems like you could have mentioned that and where the fuck did you come from cause you weren't here before..." Mark stated.

'Need to know basis."

Suddenly, Tanaka got free having used the flames to burn through the ropes. He was in flames but he escaped and he leapt down from the burning logs. He ran towards Paul. Paul saw a war club that had been used the other day and he took it and swung connecting with Tanaka's skull. Tanaka fell to the ground, true to his word about not screaming and he fell burning. The last thing Tanaka could see was the face of Hayako looking in horror at his death.

My son's spirit has come to take me to the other side...? Was his last thought, not realizing, not understanding that this was his son alive in the flesh as he faded into darkness.

Lucifer finally stopped crying out. He fell silent not long after as he burned. That night they had one more feast before they would send everybody home. Turkey, mashed potatoes, rolls, gravy, green beans, corn beans and squash soup. That night the BSU ate to their hearts content this time glad the massacre was behind them.

Lady Joker had woken up./ She had been in and out of consciousness for days since being shot and Sokanon had been who tended to her wounds. She and Dawn had gotten the rounds out of her at least the ones that had been and they cleaned and dressed her wounds. Now she was eating and sitting up. Her skin was still pale but not like before and she asked Sokanon, "Who...who was the guy that picked me up before? That got me outta there?"

"That's him..." She pointed to Paul who along with the other twenty nine, even though it was not ordinarily the time to do this, they were doing a war dance and that had just concluded and now they were doing the smoke dance. It was mostly incomplete as women were supposed to be part of it too. Dawn, and Nadia however were doing the female part. The male dancing was more fast and the feet went higher while the women did more of a shuffling dance as was the custom by gender. Paul had shown the women how to do it, however.

"What's he about?" Asked Lady Joker. Sokanon turned back to her.

Paul faced Hayako. "I'm sorry I had to kill your father. I know family is everything to Yakuza."

"Me and him were not on good terms for many years. We were just only starting to fix them. I was still not trusting him. He vanished for years. He used to be Yakuza and he vanished for years. The truth is he is not my biological father. I neglected my true family obligations for in a sense he was my father even though I already had a father. But by the time my children were born I had already lost my biological parents."

The Yakuza member turned to him. "I do not forgive you for killing him or threatening to kill my family if I did not help you but I will not retaluate against you. I understand that family is everything and when he killed your mother he took everything from you. You had a right to your revenge. This person he became when he was with the Agency...people think Yakuza have no honor. But compared to the Agency, we do. He acted more terrible as a man who is supposed to stop terrorism than he was as a man who lived as an outlaw in society. You do not understand the significance of being Yakuza here. To be an outlaw in a country where uniformity is what we seek is no small thing. Your country's favors individualism a lot more."

1 Hour Lat

Paul turned to Mark. "We had all your vehicles brought back to you so you can get home as fast as you need to."

"I won't say it's been good but it's been real...one more thing before I go. How do I know you aint know what Ivan was up to? Cause any deaths that happen in the city cause of that shit me being out here is on you if that's the case."

"Even if I was on Ivan's side when we picked up Halcon and Cheetah or my guys did they were shooting it out with them if I really was on his side I'd just kill all of you here. You know I could have done it. And I wouldn't have given a fuck about the consequences."

"You sure? You still got that girl in leather."

"Yeah here's the thing. I've already lost my mother, my other girlfriend and I killed my dad to save my mom which was kind of pointless given how it all turned out. I already know extreme loss and that only makes me more dangerous so if you ever came for any of mine I'd just be that much more relentless at destroying everything you loved."

Mark replied, "Yeah well...Marrick just got back to me and it's bad. They killled a kid. They've done some fucked up shit. He's still trying to find out who's all dead and who aint. The Ballas took a shot at my mom too."

"And that should be your first clue why I'm not working with Ivan. I got no relationship with the Psychos and he';s working with Ballas. They're my enemy. In fact...Ivan is friends with one of the other people that's the reason why I ended up in prison. Neto brought me Flash. The only reason he didn't bring me him is he wasn't where he was supposed to be. Go tend to your business. I got an empire to run, and I gotta make sure the IAA doesn't kill me now that I've done what they asked. I don't want to end up like John Marston."

With that, the BSU got everybody on their way back.

Paul then said to Tully, "Hey by the way! You know I didn't know you liked dark meat..."

"The hell you talking about?"

"You know how guys like you were always saying how we're a bunch of savages and cannibals and all that shit? Well so are you. You ate a little bit of Tanaka and Flash. And Tommy. I'm a little surprised you didn't eat Lucifer. Did trying Indigenous cuisine, soul food and Tanaka Teriyaki make you think white meat was a little too bland?"

"You're lying. You're just saying that to fuck with me..."

"Am I? What did you think we were doing with the bodies? Now are you sure I can't offer you a little bit of Lucifer for the road? Would you like some mayonaise to put on it?" Tully could see in the Mohawks crazed green eyes that he was not bullshitting. He went and put a finger down his throat to force him to throw up.

"You better have only done that to him and not the rest of us...I know we were eating real turkey, and buffalo meat and all that... but you better have only done that to him..." Lee warned.'

Paul stated, "Well it's like Mark said. It smells and tastes like pork. Maybe we got something mixed up. Maybe not," He said with an evil grin.

He didn't notice it or see it but Lady Joker had stared at him even as she was getting a ride back with Neto and the others. She had a curiosity now. It wasn't fascination or anything of the sort but it was curioisity since he had saved her life but the two had not spoken.

Mai approached Paul and it was only them around for the moment. "You were pretty quiet these last few days..." He stated.

"There's not much to say, honestly. I've got my mind on a lot of other things. But you held up your end of the bargain...I couldn't say this around them but...I took care of a problem for Neto and a problem for you. Your relative Packie. He's on trial for murder. We manfactured some evidence that has Patrick as the shooter. It was admitted into evidence and the defense and prosecution has time to see it but for all intents and purposes the charges got dropped and now The Iceman is the suspect not only for all the killings he's done but the hits Patrick McReary actually did."

Neto folded his arms. "That's a risky move especially with Devlin. He's not gonna be happy."

Mai shrugged. "It was Karen Daniels and the United Liberty Contact who were behind it. And Roland. That side of the Agency wouldn't be happy but...The Iceman is a monster. And we need every cop in the country lookig for him. McReary's a career criminal but at least he doesn't kill for pleasure. It's mostly business with him."

Paul in his head was thinking, Spoken like somebody who's never met him but okay, bitch you freed him. And now you're gonna cause a bigger shit storm in the agency than I ever could have dreamed of.

She turned to Neto. "This doesn't mean we're on the same side. He's just a dog with rabies that needs to be put down. If I ever see him. I'll kill him..." She softened her voice and said, "What he pulled in Rancho WAS bullshit...so at least you and I agree he's a problem.

Mark chuckled as they got in their rides. "I shoulda fuckin known. You took us to the only national forrest in the state. How the fuck did you pay all the rangers and shit to not come snooping?"

"Come on, Mark. We gotta get going. He says he kept us four days and he did but since it's night I count it as five days cause we lost day light. We gotta get back and see how bad shit is. Plus NAPD is gonna be pissed Ali vanished for a few days too..." Lee warned.

Paul didn't answer Mark's question. They left and soon it was just Paul and Dawn looking up at the night sky. "That was all for you, Aila..."

Dawn put a hand on his arm. "She'd be proud. But she'd also want us to live our lives. Let's go home, K:or..."

He got a call on his cell phone from a blocked number. He normally didn't answer but he answered. "Hello?"

"Paul. This is Hayako. There is something you need to know. The irony of you using rock salt on me isn't lost on me. There is something Tanaka did not want you to know. Your mother is 's living in Rosa Canina

Neto

It had been a long journey home but he was glad to be back. Now, he and Joaquin were meeting with two newer leaders of the BSU. Their names were Darren Webster and Nick Shinodo. Darren was a blonde haired Caucasian male standing 5'10 with bleached blonde hair and brown eyes. Nick was half Japanese Americanand half Caucasian and while he did look Asian, some had mistaken him for Mexican before. He stood five foot eleven and had his hair dyed red. The two were best friends and shared the leadership position. Nick was twenty four while Darren was twenty seven.

They were the leaders of Los Santos's BSU chapter and they were here, just two of them and Neto and Joaquin to discuss a deal that would result in lasting peace between their factions not just Mark's chapter. Neto had done a little bit of research on Nick. His uncle was a member of the Yakuza and that uncle had been in the same clan as Hayako had been. Neto knew the Yakuza in Japan did not deal drugs but this was not necessarily the case in the United States so where his leniancy towards drugs was compared to Mark or compared to Scott Parker remained to be seen.

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That's it for this chapter. It was a long one and finally we can put the thing with Lucifer and Aila to bed. So the way that Lucifer, Tanaka, Flash and Tommy were tortured is a traditional Iroquois style of torture. It was actually done on a lot of Jesuit priests when we sacrificed them to our God of war which teh Catholics called our "demon" LOL. Anyway, I was gonna have Paul eat Lucifer's heart but that would have been pushing it I mean look we don't wanna depict outr own people as savages but that was done to enemy warriors.

Also since Alberta is a province I haven't used before Rosa Canina is based on Alberta, Canada

And really Europeans had some heinous acts too. So the general comnsusens when it came to Europeans vs us Eastern Woodland tribes in war is that we both engaged in torture and violent warfare but they tended to rape women in war and we didn't and we tended to do human sacrifices and they didn't at least not in that era though honestly wouldn't the amount of us genocided by the church count as a form of human sacrifice? i'm not saying no tribes ever raped women cause obviously they did but mine wasn't one that did.

Technically by the great law of peace we're not supposed to eat human flesh at all but that doesn't mean warriors didn't still disobey that law in the 1600's during the Beaver Wars.

So now Zilla has his characters back so we'll have to tune in for his next chapter.

Chinita is based on Ember Snow. Her boyfriend is based on Taboo from the Black eyed peas. Not sure about Slim just yet.

Tommy is based on the real life co founder of Indian Posse him and his brother Danny started it but the background I gave on the gang i mean that's all on wikipedia now but it wasn't before. Pretty much every detail I gave you is what happened. Danny was a gang member who liked black culture and had the gang reading Monster by Monster Cody and since I based one of my OC's off Monster cody anyway, it would have been interesting f they met but the reality is, Monster Cody and Indian Posse members will likely never be in the same room as each other.

And his brother Richard was a rapist and he did rape a woman who her and her bf let him stay with them but he raped her and assaulted him. The key difference here is that he died in prison after a heart attack due to isolation possibly due to him being a rapist and he would get got i guess that deprressed him being isolated which, oh well bitch. And his brother Danny got stabbed by somebody from Native Syndicate so that's how he died and why he wasn't shown.

Tiffany is visually based on Liz Viscious she looks like the type to be BSU it's a shame she went out so brutally it seems like somebody i could see zilla using then again we both used Megan Good so it doesnt matter/

Also Nick is based on Mike Shinoda and Darren is based on Chester Bennington from Linkin Park. I was gonna look for a different last name than Shinoda and saw that Shinodo is also a Japanese name. You can't do any better than that as a next best thing can you?

The Eng brothers are a new idea I had and I will be bringing back more ot the Psychos because that side plot was kind of neglected and Ivan didnt work with them as much as Mai did the DNB but I will show more but I wanted to show some more fucked up characters too.

The massacre at the Wedding was based on the Red Wedding from GOT but the thing about Caitlyn Stark that part was a bit more fucked up. So the thing is Johnny Eng is a rapist i said i wouldnt show anymore rapes and I didn't in this story but I did tell rather than show and he is the worst of the three as the oldest the youngest is the least sadistic but he follows their lead. Kenneth Eng is just as sadistic but not a rapist.

All three of them are survivors of the Cambodian civil war and their war with Vietnam and they are ex members of Khmer Rogue and through this affiliation they are allies of Ivan and i made them the original or among the original teens who founded the Psychos since the Tiny Raskals were founded by survivors of that and a lot of Khmer Rogue were child soldiers.

The thing with the flashback with Patrick is something Zilla had said Patrick would do but he never got around to it so i had to use my imagination.

Also for those that didn't catch that, that was Baby Face that intervened on Sonny's behalf. I'll try and have this updated as soon as I can.