Voice: Now I know you've heard of Los Santos. You've probably heard of the big players in the criminal underworld that thrives in Los Santos. But before those players came into the power, there was the Crawford Siblings.
Two people walk out of Los Santos International side by side. The man had shaggy brown hair and a beard to match. His hair was underneath a black and red backwards baseball cap. The woman had black hair, which ran about half way down her back, with bangs in the front. Above her left eye in her hair was dyed red hair, almost like a stripe in her bangs. She had red lipstick, which stained her the end of her roach that she tossed to the ground.
Voice: The one on the left is Matthew and the girl on the right is sister Maggie. Matthew was 27 and Maggie 22 when they first came to Los Santos. They had about half a million from a previous job and about a thousand rounds of ammo between them. And they didn't waste any time. Maggie bought and MC clubhouse in Del Perro Beach. Rather than evict the group, she had other ideas.
In a clubhouse, Raiders MC sat around a table. At the head of the table, Maggie Crawford stood holding a gun to the head of the President. She pulled the trigger and he fell out of his chair to the ground, dead.
"You all work for me now. Understood?" she asked the table.
Two men tried to stand up. Without hesitation, she turned her pistol to them and fired two rounds into each of them, falling back over in their chairs.
"Anyone else?" she asked.
The remaining members just looked at each other but not stood.
Voice: From there, she bought a lockup in Paleto Bay and began her cocaine empire. Matthew had a different approach, selling coke wasn't his thing, but using it on the other hand, that was a different story.
Inside the Vanilla Unicorn, a stripper bends over Matthew's knee. He lines up a bump across her butt and snorts the entire line.
Voice: He invested money, playing the system to the bounds of it being legal. Once he was set, he took his criminal enterprise away from the city. He went out to Raton Canyon, and bought himself a bunker. Rumors have it that he bought it from a rouge IAA agent, but we'll get back to him. Matthew became know as one of the most lucrative gunrunners of Los Santos. While they maximize their profits, they kept off a lot of people's radars. They were good at being secretive, I have to give them that. But their lives changed forever when they met someone named Lester Crest. I bet you have another question. Who am I and how do I know all of this? Well my name is Agent Chester Nash of the FIB, and I'm one of the people that was responsible for making sure they were served their cold dish of justice.
Narcos: Los Santos
Matthew Crawford's High End Apartment
Matthew opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. He slowly stretched his arms to the ceiling. As he lowered his arms, he watched his placement, as to not disturb the woman in his bed, who was still asleep, cuddling his him. He reached over with his arm on his free side and grabbed his pack of cigarettes. He pulled out of as well as the lighter and lit it, taking his first drag of the day, putting his other arm back around the woman. Blowing the smoke into the air above them, he watched at the smoke danced in the air. The woman let out a light groan and slowly opened her eyes.
"Hey stud," she said smiling.
"Chastity, you were- I'm sorry I still can't get over the fact that's your name, especially after last night," Matthew joked.
She leaned in and kissed him.
"That's the point," she giggled.
"Well I am glad I talked you into showing me," he replied. "I was gonna take a shower and then take you home if that's alright."
"Business?" she asked.
"Something like that. Have a meeting with Maggie," he said taking another drag.
"Well before you take a shower," she said leaning in and putting her mouth to his ear. "How about another go?"
Matthew's eyes widened. He leaned over putting the cigarette out in the ashtray on the nightstand before climbing on top of Chastity.
Outside Chastity's Apartment
Matthew and Chastity sat in Matthew's red Dewbauchee Massacro.
"Thanks again for the ride home sweetie," Chastity said.
"My pleasure," Matthew replied.
"Ummm I was wondering . ." she began.
"Do you need some blow?" Matthew asked.
"My guy is charging too much," Chastity said. "And I know that . ."
"Who is your plug?" Matthew asked looking straight ahead out the windshield.
There was a silence in the car, only the radio playing at it's lowered volume. He turned and put cupped her cheek in his hand and she raised a hand and put it over his.
"I promise you won't get in trouble," he said.
She gave his hand a kiss before returning it to her grasp.
"Ok. His name is Clay. He's a member of The Lost MC," she said.
She took out her phone and showed him the number. He transferred it into his phone and put a different number in her's.
"This is your new guy. You won't have to worry about this "Clay" over charging you anymore," he said.
"Thanks. I was also kind of-" she said.
"And check the glove compartment," he said.
Chastity opened it and removed a small bag containing cocaine.
"You're the best," she said leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek before opening the door.
"Say hi to the girls when you're back at work," he said.
"Will do," she said closing the door and heading into her apartment.
Matthew lit a new cigarette and rolled down his window. He turned the volume back up and started to drive to pick up his sister. Lonely is the Night by Billy Squier played as he cruised through the city. He pulled up to a red light and stopped as he tapped along to the tune on the steering wheel. He looked over as a police cruiser pulled up next to him at the light. The two officers looked over at him. Matthew simply nodded and after a moment, they returned the nod. Matthew drove until he reached Maggie's house, nestled in Vinewood Hills. She exited her house, a hat on her bent but titled up, as to not cover her bangs. She entered the car and they set off.
"You brought the cat?" Matthew asked.
In her lap, an orange cat purred.
"Obi-Wan said he wanted to come," she replied putting the window slightly down. She pulled out a joint and lighter form her sweatshirt and began to smoke it.
"I found another one of your competitors," Matthew said typing something into his phone. "His name is Clay, Lost MC."
Maggie stopped petting her cat with her free hand at looked at her phone.
"Was this information from another one of your pristine business partners at the Vanilla Unicorn?" Maggie asked.
"You've been there before too," Matthew objected.
"But no one spends as much time there as you do brother," Maggie joked.
"You should have our friend look into the number, trying to triangulate the location," Matthew said.
"Or you could ask your friend where they normally meet," Maggie said. "Assuming you are going there tonight . . . which I do assume."
There was a silence for a moment.
"Damn you," Matthew said.
Maggie smirked as she took another drag and petted her cat. Matthew continued driving them further.
The pair exited the car in El Burro Heights.
"Damn this dude lives in a shitty part of town," Maggie said, transferring her cat into the hood of her jacket, where it curled up.
"Well this IS jackass heights," Matthew replied as they approached the door.
"If he was recommended to us then he must know what he's doing," Maggie said as she looked over at the camera. "And if he knows what he's doing, then he can help get us what we want."
"I was wondering when you'd two show up," a voice said outside the house.
The door unlocked and the siblings entered the residence. They entered the bedroom on the right and found the man they were looking for.
"Welcome to paradise hehe," Lester joked as he turned his wheelchair around. "If your idea of paradise is a place where a sick, creepy, voyeur can spy on anyone in the country with total impunity."
"Excuse you?" Maggie said, pulling out her pistol.
"For fucks sake, can you go anywhere without threating someone?" Matthew said.
"Relax, I know better than to try and upset you in that manner, I'm not stupid," Lester said.
Maggie put away her weapon. Her cat meow'd and tried escaping it's hammock in her hood. She helped the cat out and began to pet it in her arms. Lester just stared for a moment.
"Anyhow, uh, I digress, you two have made a big name for yourselves and to be honest, it's in different games. Both I personally wouldn't get involved in myself but I was told you're looking to do some things in my line of work," Lester finally said.
"You could say that. We were told you were the best in the business and that you could help us pick targets that won't get us too much heat," Matthew said.
"No job is heat free and neither is my help," Lester replied.
"You will be compensated for your help," Maggie said.
"Oh I'm sure, with the massive fortunes you two have built up. Unless of course the reason for you doing this is to acquire more wealth because the lavish lifestyles you two have dove into has seen the fruits of your labors disappear," Lester said.
The siblings remained silent. Matthew crossed his arms and Maggie was becoming visibly annoyed.
"Look, you don't have to twist my arm, I am interested. After all this is my game, but that means my rules. I'll only take what I see as a fair cut that is determined before the jobs happen. That is unless the haul exceeds expectations in which case my cut will be properly redistributed," Lester said.
There was a moment of silence. The siblings exchanged a glance before Matthew stepped forward and extended his hand.
"Deal," he said.
Lester slowly reached forward but shook his hand and the deal was set.
Nash: With the deal struck, the siblings and Lester Crest would begin to work together. In their wake, they would kill dozens of people and would go on to steal millions. But working with Lester Crest had more than one life altering consequence for the siblings. One of them fell in love.
Outside Lester's Factory
"There's Paige. We're leaving this car, taking the truck," Lester said as the car came to a stop and he exited the car. "I should be using my cane."
Maggie looked and was awestruck at the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. The black clothes and matching lipstick, her raven colored hair was just as dark as her own. She had a lovely tattoo sleeve on one arm. Maggie's mouth was slightly a-jaw.
"See something you fancy?" Matthew teased.
Maggie gave him a smack on the arm and pointed her finger at him.
"Ey! Not. A. Word." She said sternly.
"Relax, if you make things awkward its on you," Matthew said getting out of the car and heading to the driver seat.
Maggie exited the car and stepped over towards the truck.
"Nice to meet you," Paige said.
Her voice was even nicer than Maggie imagined.
"Pleasure is all mine," Maggie replied.
"Is it all there?" Lester asked as Matthew drove them over a bridge.
"I think so. You wanna get out and check, go down the inventory?" Paige said sarcastically. "Or are you happy sitting there making a perfect butt imprint in your easy wipe seat?"
Maggie couldn't help but snicker. "And she's got sass. How could she get any more attractive?" Maggie thought to herself.
"I'll take your word for it," Lester replied to Paige.
"Thank you," Paige continued. "It should all be there. The clothes. Guns. Headsets. Holdalls. Masks. The drill. The files with all the photos and surveillance work. Hey, there's enough here to make us all look real suspicious. Nice little conspiracy to commit robbery charge waiting to happen."
"What, they gonna charge us with though crime?" Lester replied.
"Not so much though as everything but the deed crime," Paige said. "We'd be caught with our pants down and a hard-on out to here."
"Well, we're not gonna get caught. These are professionals," Lester said motioning to the front seat.
"So I hear," Paige said looking forward.
Maggie turned around in her seat.
"Trust me Miss. Harris, you're in good hands with us. Well, at you are in mine more so than his," Maggie said winking at Paige before turning back around.
Paige smiled and Lester squinted at Maggie, which went unnoticed.
The Next Night, Under the Bridge outside Lester's Factory Office
The Kumra pulled around the corner and drove to a stop underneath the bridge. Paige opened the door of the factory and walked towards the car. Maggie exited the drives side, putting a pistol in the back of her pants. Matthew exited the passenger's side with a shotgun.
"Okay, I'll look after this," Paige said. "Lester will come by you're place when you're ready to go."
Maggie stepped in front of Paige, blocking her path to the door. She leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "4 Hangman Avenue, Vinewood Hills."
Paige's eyes widened. Maggie leaned back and winked before walking off.
"Seriously?" Matthew said as they entered her car.
Maggie didn't respond, only stepping on the gas pedal.
"Gotta get you home quick, I have a stop to make before tending my house for a visitor," she said as she texted someone on her phone.
Maggie Crawford's House, One Hour Later
Maggie opened the door and Paige was standing there.
"Hey," Paige said.
"Hey," Maggie replied.
Paige slowly stepped forward, Maggie accepting her into her arms. The first kiss was held. The second and third became more aggressive. Maggie's hands moved down Paige's body, squeezing her butt when she had two handfuls. She then lifted Paige off the ground and Paige wrapped her legs around Maggie's body. Maggie slowly stepped back into the house and kicked the door shut with her foot.
Lester's Factory Office, Next Day
Paige entered the office to find Lester already at his computer typing away. He didn't even look in her direction when she entered the room.
"You're late," he said.
"Oh relax, it's only a few minutes," Paige replied as she took her jacket off.
"Actually, I'm more concerned as to the reason why you were late," Lester said turning his chair to face her. "You spent the night with her didn't you?"
'THAT is none of your business," Paige snapped as she sat in her chair.
"You did, damn it Paige, I told you these two are dangerous people, you have to be careful when you are around them," Lester protested.
"I thought you said they were professionals? I can make my own decision, thank you very much," Paige said.
"I knew I shouldn't have brought you into the loop. You have no idea who these two are," Lester said as he clicked the remote in his hand.
"This is a Weazel News Breaking News Report," the radio blurted out. "Michelle Simpson here, reporting live from outside a East Vinewood home, where police have found five members of the outlaw motorcycle gang, The Lost MC, murdered."
Paige looked towards the radio.
"Police made the discovery after what they say was an anonymous tip. Inside, police also found several firearms as well as five kilos of cocaine. Police spokesperson stated that the home was being used as a drug manufacturing plant. There are no leads at this time. I'm Michelle Simpson for Weazel News," the report ended.
Lester clicked the remote and turned the radio off. Paige looks at him.
"If I were you, I would reconsider things before go back to the would be nacro-queen of Los Santos," Lester finished.
Matthew Crawford's High End Apartment, Next Night, Post Flecca Job
"I gotta admit, I was worried you two would just walk in and start killing everyone!" Lester joked as he sat in a chair with a glass of champagne in one hand and a stripper in his lap.
The entire apartment was filled with them. Matthew had his arms around two of them and Maggie and Paige completed the circle.
Matthew laughed.
"To be honest Lester, that was going to be my first plan!" Matthew exclaimed.
Lester lightly chuckled sarcastically.
"To a job well done," Maggie said raising her glass.
"To the beginning of a lucrative partnership," Matthew said before downing his glass.
As the celebration continued, Matthew found his was into the kitchen, where he began to do lines off the counter. Lester was still talking to the stripper that was sitting in his lap.
Paige walked over to the couch where Maggie was hitting the bong at the table. As Paige sat down Maggie exhaled a cloud of smoke from her mouth and offering it to Paige.
"No thanks," Paige said.
Maggie put the bong down on the table and tossed the lighter.
"Why do you smoke that stuff?" Paige asked.
"It makes me feel fantastic," Maggie said leaning back into the couch.
She let her hand go down on the cushion and held her hand open, as if waiting for a hand to hold. Paige also leaned back in the couch. Maggie slowly lifted her hand and gently grasped one of Paige's hands and held it.
"I know a lot of what I do isn't glamorous, and at times it can seem outright cruel, but I wanna promise to you right now, Paige Harris, that you will never have to see that side of me and what I do. I promise that if we continue to explore whatever this is, I will die before harm should befall you," Maggie said looking into Paige's eyes.
Paige looked deep into Maggie's eyes. Her mind raced. Just before they were together she was busy shoot up a biker drug den. She showed no signs of it the entire night, Paige had her full attention. But when they were together, everything just felt so, right. This was her own choice to make. Screw Lester, he was just jealous that best he'll ever have is some stripper. Paige gave Maggie's hand a squeeze and leaned in for a kiss.
Nash: The robbery of the Flecca Bank on the Great Ocean Highway in Banham Canyon went under the radar here at the FIB for a couple of reasons. One, damage control was minimal. The only damage done was a few bullets holes in the ceiling, walls, a couple of security cameras and one damaged security box. Secondly, said security box was the only thing stolen. And third, no body died. Sure the way they escaped was note worthy, but because they had escaped, they were free to keep running their enterprises. And continue on with Lester Crest.
Maggie's House, Backyard, Days Later
Lester hobbled on his cane into the backyard. Matthew was swimming in the pool while Maggie sat at a chair around a table. She ashed a joint into an ashtray on the table. Lester's appearance caused Matthew to exit the pool and grab a towel.
"How are things going?" Lester asked.
"The usual," Maggie said taking another drag.
Matthew came over and shook Lester's hand before they both down in chairs at the same table as Maggie.
"Well, as you know the first job was flawless. But now we are going to go bigger, more difficult," Lester said.
"As to be expected but nothing we are prepared for," Matthew said.
He took a beer from a cooler outside and opened it, taking a sip.
"Well I just want to make sure-" Lester continued.
The back door opening and Paige coming outside with two glasses of whiskey cut him off. She initially paused upon seeing Lester but then she resumed the speed in which she was moving. She handed one glass to Maggie before sitting in her lap and looking at Lester, who met her eye contact
"Thank you," Maggie said before sneaking in a quick peck on Paige's cheek.
"-that you two aren't afraid to make the big decisions," Lester finished, not breaking contact with Paige until his words were done.
Maggie sipped her whiskey.
"There's nothing we aren't prepared to do," she replied. "We're ready to move on."
"Well, I made a call and it seems the next job is lining up but uh, there's a catch," Lester said.
"We're listening," Matthew said taking another sip of his beer.
"You're going to need some more hands. Two to be exact," Lester said. "They have to be people you trust."
The siblings looked at each other.
Nash: Who on earth do homicidal criminal kingpins go to when they need help? Lucky for the Crawfords, they are well traveled. First, there was Jean-Pierre Moreau, aka Frenchie. Moreau first met Matthew Crawford in Paris, before Maggie was ever 18. Turns out they both had the same idea to rob a jewelry store on the same night, at the same time, in the same manner. They just ended up working together. It went so well; it went on to blossom into a friendship. It helps the he was ex-French Foreign Legion.
Los Santos International, Days Later
Matthew was leaning against his car, waiting outside the arrivals terminal. The door opens and a man with brown hair and a mustache and black duffel bag exits.
"Frenchie!" Matthew exclaims as he motions with his arms.
"My friend, it had been too long," Jean-Pierre replied. "Thank you for considering me for this position."
The pair embraced before getting in the car and driving off.
Nash: The second guy, was actually a Los Santos local. Marcus Washington. He was a former member of The Families, a local street gang in Los Santos. He's an OG, having survived on the streets as along as he has. He's out of the game now and actually owns the Vanilla Unicorn, which he had his buddy Leon run for him.
Vanilla Unicorn, That Night
"Well well well, if it isn't my two favorite crackas," proclaimed Marcus Washington as he extended his arms into the air.
"Marcus! Been too long," Maggie said as the three exchanged handshakes.
"So what do I own the pleasure of have you two in here today?" Marcus asked.
"Well, it's something we wanted to extend to you in person, because it requires you doing something you haven't done in a while," Matthew said.
Marcus sighed with a smile. He intertwined his fingers.
"Y'all know I've been out of the game for a decade now. Completely legit," Marcus said.
"We wouldn't be asking you if it wasn't going to be worth your while. And don't kid us, we know you still got it," Maggie said.
Marcus chuckled.
"Well, if I were to agree to help you two, I would have to know some details, like what it is we are doing exactly and how much will I be compensated for my services" Marcus said.
There was a silence. The siblings looked at each other and then back to Marcus.
"Oh this ain't good," Marcus said.
"Well, the thing is, we don't exactly know what the job is yet, but we know it's gonna take four people. And you're the last piece of the puzzle Marcus. We already got a third in place. We'll fund it, provide transport, we'll take care you for helping us Marcus," Matthew said.
Marcus looked indifferent.
"The Families can't know I'm back," Marcus replied.
"This is just temporary Marcus," Maggie said. "We do our thing for a little bit, then you can come back and keep feeding my brother's stripper habit."
Marcus chuckled.
"Alright. I'm in. But it can't get out that I'm helping. Not by the Ballas, not by any of the Mexican gangs, and especially not the Families," Marcus said.
Maggie smiled; Matthew's wandering eyes were glued to a stripper in a red thong walking towards the other side of the room.
Nash: And just like that, they had their crew. Over the next few months, they would go on to steal almost nine million dollars. After paying Crest, Moreau, Washington, plus, adding in the fact that they funded the missions and the siblings were looking at nearly three million dollars each. How could the FIB over look these? Breaking people out of prison, elaborate bank and casino robberies why didn't we nail them? Well the thing is, they were good. They left no witnesses, and virtually no evidence behind them. Well none that we could use anyway. Our office collected what little they could but like I said; it wasn't anything we could use. So it sits in an evidence room in the basement of the FIB building in Los Santos. And the money they made? Oh that was quickly "invested" that into their illicit trades. They got better equipment, better staff, and you bet your ass they put it to work quickly. Hell, they even hired security guards to watch the damn places. So what got the FIB to finally investigate the Crawfords? A goddamn cult.
Paleto Forest, Night
A truck drives on a dirt road in a through the forest. There are two men in the cab of the truck. A thick fog covers the road.
"I can't see shit," one of the men said.
"Did you take a wrong turn somewhere?" the other said.
The truck makes another turn, with the thick fog still surrounding the road.
"I think you did take a wrong turn, we should have met up with Matt's crew already," the passenger said.
He passenger took out his phone. He had no services.
"And I can't even call them or check the GPS. Fuckin great," he exclaimed further.
A light from behind them on the road and slowly begins to approach them
"Let them pass us," the passenger said.
"Who the fuck else would be out here at this time?" the driver said.
"Just pull over. Let this asshole pass us and then we'll turn around and go back," the passenger said.
The truck pulled over and the pair waited.
Sheriff's Office, Next day
The sheriff sat at his desk and slowly read the paper. The phone on his desk began to ring. Without moving from behind the paper, he picked up the phone and put it to his ear.
"Sheriff's office," he said.
Paleto Forest
The sheriff pulled up to the truck on the dirt road. His deputy was already on the scene. There was also a pair of hikers, standing outside of the deputy's cruiser. The sheriff exited his car and walked up to his deputy.
"Talk to me deputy," he said. "What's going on here?"
"These two were out hiking and they found this truck on the side of the road," he started.
While they pass the truck they see a bloody symbol painted on the side of the truck.
"Tell me something deputy, when I look in the cab of this truck, am I gonna see where this . . "painting" came from?" the sheriff asked.
The deputy nodded. The sheriff sighed. He opened the door of the cab and saw the two men from the previous night gutted and brutally murdered.
"Jesus H Christ, what the hell happened here?" the sheriff asked.
"There's no one around for miles. I'm guessing these guys took a wrong turn and got lost in the dense fog last night. Weather reports that the fog lasted several hours last night," the deputy replied.
"And it's just these two that know about this?" the sheriff asked.
"Yes sir, they were the ones that called it one," the deputy replied.
The sheriff looked back to the truck.
"What are these guys hauling in the truck anyway," the sheriff asked.
"Uh, that sheriff I'm not to sure about," the deputy replied.
The sheriff turned back to the deputy.
"What do you mean, you're not sure?" the sheriff asked.
"We'll I didn't wanna touch anything until you got here sir and based on what condition those guys were in-," the deputy replied.
The sheriff smacked the deputy upside the head.
"Damn it boy that's standard procedure. Open the damn trunk up and find out what these poor bastards were hauling," the sheriff said.
"Yes sir," the deputy said hurrying back around the other side of the truck.
The sheriff looked back at the symbol painted on the side.
"What in the name of god could drive a man to do this," he asked himself.
"Holy shit- sheriff! You've got to see this!" the deputy exclaimed.
The sheriff walked around the side of the truck to see the inside of the truck. Inside, it was packed to the roof with packages of cocaine.
"Jesus H Christ," the sheriff said.
The two hikers began to take photos with the phones.
"Do we call the staties for this sir," the deputy asked.
"No, for this much blow boy, we have to call the damn FIB," the sheriff said.
Nash: And you can guess whom that cocaine belonged to. And even though those murders were never solved, it's widely believed that these dudes were killed by a local cult called the Altruists. Just a bunch of crazy nutjobs in the mountains who dislike the youth of today. While I never had any run-ins with them, the crazy cult guys gave us our break. And that was all we needed to begin our investigation.