Grand Theft Auto: Waston

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

5 different criminals find themselves in Waston. One is ex-Mossad looking to escape his past & find a new life, a Southie towing the line between cop and criminal,A Tong gang member looking to establish himself in town, an ex Air Force pilot trying to reunite with her deported parents & a former kingpin fresh out of prison seeking revenge. How will their paths cross? M for content

7. Family Is Everything

Making Inroads

He broke the news to his uncle. The man, an older Chinese immigrant with graying hair and yellow leathery skin, a man standing at five six came out to him. He pulled out a dagger putting it to Jin Lao's right ear. "Nǐ bèi yāoqiú zuò yī fèn gōngzuò, nǐ shībàile wǒ!"

(You were asked to do one job and you failed me!)

Jin Lao did not move as the blade was starting to cut into his ear just slightly as it was that sharp. "Bù, lǎobǎn. Wǒ méiyǒu shībài nǐ wǒmen shòudào gōngjí nánrén mǎi hǎiluòyīn yěshì rúcǐ. Wǒmen zāoshòule chénzhòng de sǔnshī, dàn wǒmen shā sǐle tāmen de jǐ gèrén."

(No, boss. I did not fail you. We were attacked. So were the men buying the heroin. We took heavy losses but we killed a few of their men.)

"You did no such thing," The Chinese gang boss said. "You said the men who robbed me, who robbed us were gweilo, right?"

Jin Lao nodded. "There were six of them. All of them heavily armed. We killed four of them. Only two got away."

"Here is the problem with your story, Jin Lao. You may be a respected man back in San Fierro but that only goes so far. And do you know where that line stops? Right here. On the east coast. You are not known in Liberty City and you are not known here. You will not try and swindle me."

"I am not swindling you but if you must cut a part of me off, do as you must."

"A! Tā shì zhōngshí de dàn yúchǔn."

(Ah! He's loyal! But stupid. )

"Uncle he is telling the truth. I would not lie to you. We were ambushed. We fought back."

"Ránhòu gàosu wǒ wèishéme wǎsī dùn jǐngchá jú zài fànzuì xiànchǎng zhǎodào de wéiyī shītǐ shì wǒmen de nánrén hé hā jī dúfàn?"

(Then tell me why the only bodies the Waston Police Department found at the scene of the crime were our men and the Hakui drug dealers?)

"That can't be, Uncle. I know they were there!"

"There must have been a cover up," Jin Lao said. "They must have paid off the port authorities. It couldn't have even been Waston PD since the only ones found were our men and the Rockford guys."

"Then we must inquire as to who runs the docks. I thought Milky Malone runs the city."

"He does," Stated Bao Zhi. "But there's some things even an old man like him doesn't control. Like the Narragansett coast guard taking a cut to look the other way. The cartels have been known to move product through here."

"Nǐ yǐjīng gàosù wǒ, pāishè jiāoyì de rén shì gēlúnbǐyǎ rén huò mòxīgē rén.'

(You already told me the men who shot the deal up were Colombians or Mexicans.)

Jin Lao suggested, "The cartels have been known to employ outsiders."

Uncle Chao Ling replied, "Foolish of them. Bao will call up this Milky Malone and demand an audience with him. We already have that man from the government coming to us and we were told Malone was the man who could deliver what we need."

"Why can't we just get it ourselves?" Asked Jin Lao. "We do not have what Milky Malone is said to have. He is already rumored to have helped the Irish Republican Army. Our contacts are willing to pay for what they need. Use your head, bái mù!"

"Okay...so we set up a deal with Milky...what about the others?"

"We'll see..." Stated the Triad boss. "We also need to be ready for when your father gets out of prison."

Cameron

Beat Cop

He stopped in to see Frank. The Irish mob boss was smoking a cigar. "You finally did it, kid. We're gonna have to celebrate later."

Cameron had heard that he might soon be promoted tothe Special Investigations Unit. Now,despite the Waston PD's case they were building against Milky he was still in a position to warn him when they were onto him. He had one week left of promotion. He would not allow them to take the man he saw as a father figure. "What do we gotta do now, pop?" Asked Cameron. "Some of the other distributors around the city are unhappy. There was some deal down at the docks. Got shot to shit. They blame me for it."

"Why? You didn't have shit to do with it."

"You know how it is, kid. They know I'm the man in charge of this town so even if they know an amateur stunt like that is beneath me, they want it to be my fault anyway. Why? Because in their minds it should have never happened to them. It's funny. These kids today...they want independence. They want to not give old timers like me a cut. But when the competition gets too hostile for them out here, suddenly it's all hands on deck!" He raised his tone getting angry. "Do they think I've never had my deals shot up? I started a fuckin empire in this town in the days it was unheard of. You didn't go against the North End mob. Now they're nearly defunct and I'm the man everyone wants to be. But the dope boys in Rockford and East Waston don't want my taxes. But they want our protection! Ho boy!"

Cameron lit a cigarette eyeing the older Irishmen. "They got uh...what do you call that feckin shit. Wastonian Amnesia."

"The fuck is that?" Demanded Danny. . "I believe what our young detective is referring to," Stated Milky as he squeezed ashes from a cigar into his ash tray, "Is the hypocrisy of somebody from this fine city of ours being descended from men who went against the King of England and his taxes wanting protection here in the 21st century when they can't make it on their own. The American dream. You know. Having their cake and eating it too."

"Aye," Stated Fitzy. "They want a feckin guarantee nobody fucks with them. Where's our guarantee?"

"So let me see if I got this right. We're going across town just to hear them bitch?"

"If we don't want a war with the Triads and the Rockford projects, I'm afraid so," Stated Milky. "The best I can do is give the poor bastards my best guess on who did it."

They got into a gray Burrito. "We got any ideas who that might me, Mr. Malone?" Asked Danny. "Cam here is our go two guy for all the motherless low lives in the city."

"Based on what the word I've been hearing is, it could be the Lost MC, the Angels or the Heathens. But if it's the Heathens they're gonna have to answer to me cause we're supposed to have an understanding.'

"What about those other fellas? The ones who listen to Grindcore all day?" Asked Fitzy. "The BSU?" Cameron chuckled. "Those boys are some grade A faggots. I can't believe Waston PD even considers them a gang. If you ask me, we ought to just round them all up and drop them off in Rockford and East Waston. Or better yet, a skinhead bar. They're a lot like those Antifa douchebags I've had tolock up. Except they have no real ideology other than that they're multicultural and they like loud music."

"If they're multicultural shouldn't they be listening to Shite Hop?" Asked Fitzy. "Or recruiting in the ghetto at least?"

"I don't understand it myself. It's one of the many ways they're pretentious. Their leader is a real piece of work too. They knock out Neo Nazis at their parties, that's fine by me,. I don't like those assholes disrespecting St. Patrick. But they also beat up drug dealers. Got the Lords pissed at em. I doubt any of this shit was them. They may learn they're gonna need guns to survive in this town yet if they keep on the way they've been going but I don't think any of them are ready for something like that. And if it was something like that, i'm gonna personally take an interest in seeing them suffer."

"In all fairness, the Triads aren't exactly locals. They're from outta town. now normally, I'd want to kick their ass and piss in their faces for showing up. But they haven't exactly said fuck you to us yet. Not like the Rockford crews. Maybe they're more willing to cooperate.'

"I can respect that," Stated Milky. "If they want to work together and understand they're on my turf, and they're willing to play ball, maybe we can work something out. What I don't respect are these projects crews. They hated being bossed around by the Wise Guys as much as we did in my day but they didn't help us usurp their power. But they expect me to take care of them. That's asking for a handhout. If this shootout they got into scared them into working with us, then it's a blessing in disguise. Maybe their attitude has changed."

"Yeah but now now we gotta worry about who shot the ports up up. We had a fucking field day down there! The feds are up our asses about it too. Won't even let us do police work. Glory whores. Every last one of em," Cameron said with resentment in his tone.

"Alright, well you're going to go and talk to two men from each party and see what we can do about helpng them find their product and their money. Of course, I'll expect a finders fee dor helping them. They didn't want to get taxed and they didn't have my help. Now that they want help it's going to come with taxation. Or we'll kill all of them"

With that, Cameron, Danny, Fitzy and Milky got into a dark red Willard and began to drive to where they would be meeting the delegation of hood gangsters and the Triads. "What's the deal with these Triads, anyway?" Asked Danny. "I know they've tried to enter our city before."

"They've done small business deals here and there, kid but nothing major like they got going on in Carcer, Liberty, LS, San Fierro. And of course back where they come from. On one hand, I'm not sure how I feel about some out of towners just showing up unannounced in my city. On the other hand, maybe we can do business. I think I have something one of those men would want. And maybe down the line, they can sell me some guns from China. As long as they work, I don't care it aint American. Plus illegal Chinese guns would be harder to trace the point of origin to than some stolen firearms from some law abiding yahoo."

"Yeah and what about the men from Rockford? You sure we want to be doing business with them?" Asked Fitzy. "It's not a matter of needing them. They want to operate in my city they gotta pay taxes. It's that simple. It's greed. Not need. But this is a hungry man's business. You don't show up to a buffet well fed."

"Seems like a bit of an excessive metaphor, Frank," Stated Cameron. "So what? That's America for ya. We got more than enough and the rest of the world is jealous. That's why everybody wants to come to this country. In the 1300's everybody wanted to go to China."

"What kinda heat we got in the back, Mr. Malone?" Asked Danny. "We're well protected. If either gang tries anything, we'll send them to the funeral home. That man's gotta make a living too."

They had the radio on and the song Chinese Democracy by Guns N Roses played as they drove to Kingston Plains. "I just wanted to make sure, is all. Triads are deadly as fuck and the Rockford projects guys are unpredictable."

"Kid, I understand your concern but I'be done this a thousand times. We run this city. You think it came easy? These times aren't the hard times. The 70's and 80's were the harder time to build an empire. Crime is dropping all over the country and in every city guy's like me have fought for the title. Those of us that are left get to relax and just make money while the younger soldiers on the street do the hard work. This could be you someday, kid. Or you, Danny if you lay off the blow. Or Fitzy if he learns to not be such a drunk."

"What about the North End Mob? We gonna have to deal with those pricks more? I don't think they're gonna respect our ambitions. Well...continued ambitions. Your success. Their fuckin jealous, Frank."

"Believe me, lad. I know. They would love nothing more than to see me and everybody near me with a bullet in the back of the head. That's how cowardly these wise guys are. Always wanting to shoot somebody from behind. Southie crews, we shot you in the fuckin face. So you know who has ended you when you've crossed the wrong people!"

They finally arrived at the spot. There was a dark skinned man wearing a puffy black coat and a white t and blue jeans. He stood at six two. The second man was lighter skinned and had a five o'clock shadow. He wore an all white T shirt and baggy gray jeans plus a white do-rag. The third man with them was a Somalian male of about five seven wearing a black hoodie with green dollar bill signs. The fourth was a black Puerto Rican with cornrows. He wore a Las Venturas Bandits baseball jersey. Cameron almost burst out laughing when he saw that he was 5'3 despite being super buff. If there was one thing Cameron knew about boys from Rockford wearing Bandits gear, it was a deceleration of where the were from. Since their hood was Vespucci Point projects and a lot of them were known either as the Vespucci Point Dogz or Vespucci Point Boyz, the Venturas Bandits initials being V.B. was a nod to that.

"How you doing, Mr. Malone?" Asked the dark skinned man in the puffy jacket. "Awww shit. Milky Malone done graced us with his presence?' Cameron got in the light skinned man's face. "Hey. He doesn't like to be called Milky. Mr. Malone or Frank will do but only friends call him Frank.'

"You need to ease up outta my face, bruh..." Stated the light skinned black male. He sniffed. "Smell like pork in this motherfucker..." The Puerto Rican guy laughed. "Yo Silas, chill..." Warned the leader. "I apologize, Frank. My boy's just a little shook up."

The dark skinned male said, "Yo, I'm Darius, that's Silas, that's Muhammad and that's my boy Alfredo."

"Nice to meet ya gents," Stated Milky. "I'm Frank. That's Fitzgerald Danny Boy and Cameron."

"Well uh, all due respect, Frank. I recognize your boy there. That dudes a cop, man."

"Son, have you ever heard of a certain...compromised FIB agent by the name of John Moriarty?"

"Yeah...that was the dude that was doing favors for the Irish Mob, right?

The Triad envoy arrived next. Two young men got out as well as an older Chinese man. With him, however was also a Chinese woman with light skin but very beautiful.. She had skin more like a porcelain doll than the more tan complexions of the next gang members.

She stood at five foot five and wore a black jacket with red buttons and red slacks. "You must be Chao Ling. This is my boy Cameron. And Fitzty and Danny. This is Darius, Silas and Muhammad."

"I see..." Stated Chao Ling. "I assume since you've called us here you have a solution?"

"No," Stated the Irish American gangster, bluntly. "I don't make gurantees I can't give. I don't know who shot up the docks but honestly? These days we're starting to see more gangsters from overseas. Plenty of shit comes through the containers down at the docks. A lot of it aint legal."

"Yeah but the question is why did you let it happen out here?" Demanded Bao Zhi. "Well for starters," Cameron said walking forward. "You guys are from out of town. The Tong is new here. These guys are from this city. You aint."

"Don't bullshit us..." Replied the tallest of the Triads. "This city has had an organization like ours here before. Your city shut us down. I know for a fact that Chinatown has been a breeding ground for doing business. There's well over 5000 people. That's one market you've left largely untapped and even if you wanted to tap into it we've always enjoyed this territory as our own. Even if we're not in town. Some of our friends that are incarcerated will be out of prison in a few years. They would wish to rebuild with us a new organization or reeestablish their own and become partners."

"I see. And what do I get out of this You see me and my collegues control the smack trade. We let you in and we're putting our boys out of a job," Milky said with a sneer.

"Not nessecarily," Stated the tall and young Triad envoy. "If we have an understanding of our own and you let the transition happen, we can be partners. We can supply you with what we bring from overseas."

"And what makes you think you even have what I want?" Asked Milky. "Think about it. The best poppy comes from Afghanistan. The days of opium dens are done, amigo. "

"You have China white in this city and this is better than what we have on the west coast escept for what our Tong brought in. But it isn't as high in quality as what we could offer. We have better heroin in China than you have here. And if you prefer Afghanistan's product to ours, there's no problem with that, Afghanistan is a long way between Hong Kong and Waston but it's still a lot closer to Hong Kong. It's important we establish a rapport."

"Fàngqì zhège lǎo gweilo móguǐ!" Growled Chao Ling."

(Quit groveling to this old gweilo devil!)

The Triad boss turned to Milky with a scowl. "We're here as a formality and a sign of respect for the fact that you have run this city for over three decades but that only goes so far. We both know you have trouble with the Da Nang Boyz in the immigrant neighborhoods as well as the Tiny Psychos. Do you want them to still run amock around the city sticking up hard working citizens for their check book like common hoodlums or do you want a respectable and capable organization that can deal with a threat like them?" The old man cleared his throat. "Whether or not we come to an understanding today, Milky, we are moving back in. This territory in this city rightfully belongs to my nephew's father. My brother in law. He kept order in Chinatown when you and your men were running around like madmen in the 70's."

Milky, having been called the nickname he had not liked that had all the same been attributed to him stepped forward with a smirk on his face. "You know, I think I know what prison he's in. Now Bao Zhou, if you're the son of the big boss, that would make your father Gan Hu, right? He's incarcerated at Narranghasetts MCI. We got quite a few Southie boys up there with him. It'd be a shame if something were to happen to him."

Bao Zhi snarled, "If you touch so much as a hair on my dad's head...!" His uncle stepped forward. "If anything happens to my brother in law, I can promise all hell will break loose. We've come here to negotiate and you've threatened a patriarch in our family."

"Well excuse me, Mister but fuck you," Danny stated. "You come here to negotiate but you insult us. Now we're willing to help you look into this little problem with what happened at the docks but we need at the bare minimum an understanding."

"What do you suggest?" The older man asked. Milky suggested, "We allow you to bring in your smack and you stay out of our territory when it comes to that side of business. If I should show up in Chinatown I expect to be treated with hospitalitt. This is my city. But that being said I'd be willing to help you find the guys that shot up your deal. I may not have taken a loss in it but this is bad for fuckin business. Cops are everywhere. Knocking down doors. People aren't buying drugs when tehy're scared. And to make matters worse? Now the longshoremen are threatening to go on strike if the Waston Police Department don't do a beter job protecting the city. So now we got longshoreman and police pissed at each other. Everything comes to a stop and that? We can't have."

"What about us? What do we get out of this?" Asked Darius. "What do you want out of this?"

"One of the old heads in my hood got hit. He lost his son, man. We know some motherfuckers from Cherry Park did that shit and you best believe it's on on sight with them niggas but like you said the cops are everywhere and everybody's gotta tiptoe around until the heat dies down. But we can't be having them think that that's okay to just kill a man a pregnant woman and soot an OG in the head."

"What about the trade? You saying you don't want in on this?" Asked the Irishman with suspiscion. "Naw we aint say all that. We should have like a coalition around here. So that we can come to the table if our parties are having trouble so that shit like this doesn't happen anymore. But I'm, saying though. The Waston Police got fools under surveillance so they must got some kind of chatter. We know your boy right there's a cop."

Milky stated, "Wre'd be willing to help with that. I certainly have enough guys of my own inside the department. And I will agree to this coalition I am nothing if not a grascious host. But what I demand from you Rockfrd boys specifically is that when Cameron here is on the job and by that I mean in uniform you do not ever refer to him in any way shape or form regarding his connectoon to me. And I will know about it if you do because I have other boys from my neighborhood in the department and I know there's some moles in the department that were from your neighborhood too. Maybe just maybe they even work for me," He smiled dryly. "You just never know."

"Bullshit. Not from our neighborhood..." Stated Alfredo. "What?" Asked Fitzy with a sarcastic grin. "Aint ya ever heard of the Black Irish, lad?"

"We're serious," Cameron warned. "When you see me on the job you don't call me Cameron. It's Officer Moriarty. I'll be willing to help you out with any legal troubles you got with the department any busts I'm privy to I'll let you know about ahead of time. But if you fuck me over try and report me to Internal Affairs just bear in mind I will come at you with such hellfire you will regret the day you were born."

Muhammad chuckled. "Could you be more cliche?"

"Call it what you want," Stated Cameron. "I'm not afraid to go to prison. I'm the one cop that if I do end up in gen po will be just fine. So try me..."

"Aight look there's no need for all that. If we got a deal then that's all good. But now that we're on the subject of police and shit like that maybe you could use the department to start to try ad find out who shot up our deal, man."

"Yes, he makes a good point," Stated the Triad boss. "There were multiple bodies at the docks. Most of them were our men and theirs. But we also brought down a few of their men. If you look into the idetntities of these men you will be that much closer to helping us find justice. And reconciliation. After that, we can perhaps have a fruitful partnership."

"Wait a minute...I feel like we're a little uneven here. What about the Hispanic representation?" Asked Bao Zhi. "Don't worry about that," Replied Alfredo. "I got the barrio covered. If you want to get Boricuas and some Dominican niggas to the table I can do that for you but they aint here on this thing now cause they weren't any of the motherfuckers that got hit same as you."

"Well, they don't run this town, I do so you came to the right place," Milky stated. "And maybe we can negotiate with whatever crews you got out there in East Waston as long as nothing comes outta my end."

"So what we talking, man? If you get the amigos out here what like 25% each?" Milky chuckled. "Do I look like a fucking moron? No, kid. This isn't about co existing on monopolies. We have this sit down as an alternative to war but as far as competitie markets go I am the only market in town. This aint Liberty City. It aint big enough for everybody so some people are gonna eat and some aint. By you even being here it's pretty much agreed upon that my enemies are yours and yours are mine. That means on my end, any Irish crews that aint from Southie are eirther gonna bend the knee or get run the fuck over. Mr. Ling is not a fan of the street gangs like the Da Nang Boyz and the Psychos so I can assume he'll either want to do away with them or use them as cannon fodder. And I know that you have no love for the Cherry boys."

Cameron looked at Alfredo. "If I was you, I'd get back to me by the end of the week with what crews you're personally cool with in the barrio that you want to come to the table. Let me know your enemies too and I'll be sure to crack down harder on them."

"I can tell you all that right now,. I'm cool with the Lords even if niggas around my way are iffy about them. I got a problem with the Raza Odieadas but I got a way of dealing with that shit myself. Aint cool with Aztecas or Marabunta and there's a Colombian crew by way of Liberty by way of Bogota by way of completely full of shit. If you want to knock them off the map that'd be good."

"Alright we'll see what we can do."

With that, they exchanged numbers.

Cameron had to leave as he started his shift in a couple of hours.

3 Hours Later

Cameron was driving with his partner Darrel Hewitt. Hewitt was a light skinned African American with curly light brown hair and honey colored eyes standing at about six feet. Originally from the Rockford neighborhood, he had joined the force to try and make a difference. "All I'm saying is this. We may all trying to be take down guys like Milky Malone and whatever other scum fucks this city has to offer but honestly, this city aint the kind of crime haven Liberty City or LS is."

"Maybe not but the streets I grew up in need to be cleaned up. You know growing up, I hated cops, man. I really did. But I realized the gangsters weren't doing the neighborhood any better either and I figured I could either change things from within by getting down with the hood crews or joining the police academy. Now you tell me, Cameron. Which one soumnds more realistic?"

"Honestly? You don't want my opinion."

"Yeah, I do that's why I'm asking. Since some people compare the cops to gangs or say we're a gang ourselves. I know the department aint perfect but I think I can do a lot more good and change things from within."

"You ask me? Either one is a lost cause. I'm just being honest. You might change things a little bit and maybe you do get promoted but you aint changing any perception of the feckin Waston PD. That aint gonna happen so you need to just forget about that shit."

"Well if you really believe that why did you joint, tough guy?" Asked the police officer. "Little thing about Southie kids. We grow up on the playgrounds playing cops and robbers. You probably think so what? Same thing as any other kids in any other neighborhood. But it aint. In Southie it's practice for when we do the real thing,. For both sides."

"I see. So that's what it is to you then? Tradition. Cause don't front. I know who your pops is..."

"HEY!" Barked Cameron. "You talk about my old man with any disrespect I will break your fucking teeth. Do you understand me?!" The passenger rolled his eyes, /"Aight man ease up! Damn. But still, just cause that;'s your dad doesn't mean you can't be objective about it. I mean we all love our families but you think I'm proud of what some people in my family did? I don't condone it but I still love em. I didn't mean nothing by it. I apologize. I was just making a point. I understand it. That neighborhood loyalty. He grew up in the same projects as Malone did. Hey, you're gonna make Detective soon too so it don't really matter..."

"Don't pretend it's the same thing. The FIB may have cracked down harder on gangs in the ghetto in other cities harder than the mob. I don't think the McReary's outta Liberty City got it as bad as say, Ballas or the Families or the Lords. But this is Waston. The crews in Rockford haven't had the FIB coming at them as hard as South Waston has."

"Oh so that's what this is about. Look we might come from the opposite sides of the tracks but we're on the same side. And yeah you're right. Maybe the FIB sees Rockford as too small time to crack down on outside of letting the locals cops do that. Or they just don't care about young niggas getting high in the projects so long as there's no bodies. But you me and? We the police. And I figured maybe I can continue to build on the good we already established. It's been over ten years since the Waston PD has shot an unarmed suspect. All things considered? The way things go around the country I'd say that's pretty good."

"Well Salt Lake City's doing the same thing too. But then if that's true and this was already happening why join then?"

"Hey, even if I am too late to change anything, at least I can work with a respectable department, All eyes are on on us and the fact that our officers show restraint proves that our department is better than the police in LS, San Fierro, LC, Vice City, New Arcadia and Carcer. All those cops in all those places are some trigger happy motherfuckers just like this department was in the 70's. Maybe we can finally make a difference. I don't believe in that whole blame the son for the deeds of the father bullshit but if you ever do worry you'll fall short or like your father disgraced the family or the badge you can serve this department with dignity and honor. Remember that."

Just then the radio went on. "All units a 2-11 in progress shots fired at the Bank Of Liberty on 100 Union Street. Unit to handle, Code Three."

"That's just a couple blocks from here..." Stated Darrel

"14 Adam. We'll handle the 211."

"Roger that 14 Adam be advised suspects are armed and dangerous."

"Roger that. 14 Adam en route..." He turned on the siren and began to drive there. As they came up Union Street Cameron observed several cars in the road including a gray Voodoo, a red Hermes and a dark blue Glendale blocking off the street. There was also a white Bobcat that was abandoned in the middle of the street presumably by whoever was driving were two men outside the bank wearing dark blue bandannas with Handguns in hand. He couldn't make out their features but they appeared to be of Mexican American descent. "Make it quick, vato the placas are coming!" Screamed one of the gang members and he and the other gangster with him began firing at the cop car shooting at the window filling it full of holes as Cameron got to the back as did his partner and the robbers fired at them still.

Darrel got to cover behind the door of the cop car returning fire with the Glock. He struck down one of the men. "Officer requesting assistance at 100 Union Street Bank Of Liberty!" Yelled Darrel as he returned fire. "At least two Hispanic males outside possibly more inside!" Cameron got the Shotgun from the trunk and took cover behind managed to aim striking one of the cholos in the left leg. "Don't make us kill you! Let's not make this any harder than it has to be!" Cried Hewett.

"You guys fucked up!" Screamed Cameron with a dry grin on his face. "Don't you know this a liberal town?! You can live here but you wanna shoot off guns you gotta go to New Austin for that!" He fired the Remington striking the man in blue and gray wool Pendletons in the back as he flanked the man who was trying to shoot his partner. He actually did hit Hewitt with two rounds in the chest but he luckily had a vest on. The gang member fell over bleeding out and Cameron drew on the next shooter firing a headshot.

"We can kill these guys, right partner? They don't look that unarmed to me!" Two more cholos were firing at them from behind the Hermes and Cameron fired a shot at them from the other side. He busted out their driver and passenger window and they shot out his red and blue light. The man who had shot it, a man of Salvadoran descent wearing a dark blue rag over his face, a white wife beater, brown khakis and a white and brown checkered jacket over it yelled, "I hate you fucking chotas and your goddamn sirens! Always wondering if you're pulling me over!"

"Don't you worry about that, buddy!" Screamed Cameron as he fired another shot forcing the man to cover. "If you make it out of this alive it'll be years before the man behind you that you gotta worry about is a cop!" He veered out from cover and came around to flank him firing striking him in the right elbow and the chest. "Hewitt you good?" Hewitt held a thumbs up crossing the street and he fired off nine rounds dropping the other man behind him. "This isn;'t just gonna end with you dead!" Screamed the black cop. "Whichever hood you bitches come from will be indicted behind this when we found out who you are!"

Cameron was fired upon by a man from inside the bank. "Try for the front door. Keep your goddamn head down use cover, Flannery!" Screamed Hewitt. Cameron fired striking the next robber in the chest through the window striking the man in the sternum killing him instantly and he took cover. They both took cover on either side of the door, Cameron covering the right, Hewitt on the left. Hewitt had retrieved the M4 from the trunk. "WPD! Lay down your weapons!" Called Cameron. "The bank is surrounded! I'm offering you a chance to surrender..."

"Not a fucking chance, puto! Come inside we'll blast you motherfuckers into kingdom come! We're getting ours today!" Screamed a robber. They came out blazing one of them was on the second floor firing an AK-47. Another came out firing a shotgun from behind a pillar on the left but Hewitt made short work of him firing seven rounds from the M4 striking the man in the stomach chest and head, the man wearing a dark blue sweater and gray jeans and a teal bandanna. Hewitt fired taking out the gangster up top with the AK as well as he sprayed down at the two of them. Backup h ad arribed and another cop, a blonde haired white male standing at five eight with a fresh out of the academy look to him ran through the door with his gun dran. His partner, an older Asian male yelled, "Campbell wait! That cowboy shit doesn't fly here!" He was right. As soon as he entered the door Campbell was hit with eight rounds from the gang member up top, two of which struck the rookie in the left thigh and the rest in the torso where his vest was but one went through that as well all the same he was wounded. His partner dragged him out of harms way. Hewitt fired off eleven rounds up at the man firing the AK and he did manage to hit the man wounding him. Shockingly the man was alive still.

There was however still one more. A robber came out a man wearing a black parka over a white t shirt and a teal bandanna and blue jeans. He was a cholo with a crew cut and he had a woman with reddish brown hair, a pretty Caucasian woman with blue eyes and very pale skin. She was scared as hell and he could see it. ""Drop it, asshole!" Warned Cameron. "No, you drop it, motherfucker!" Screamed the gangster. "Take one more step and this bitch gets it!"

As told to,Hewitt lowered the Rifle and Cameron started to lower his Handgun. "Nice and slow, puerco!" Cameron told him, "Look you don't want the girl. She doesn't even work here. I know the guys that work here. Theyt're all assholes. But nobody would pay a dime for them hostage wisew. Me? I'm WPD. Take me. But let the girl go..."

"You think I'm stupid?"

"No, I don't. But we don't need anybody else to die here...so what do you say?"

"You try anything...and she dies and you die!" Screamed the gang member as Cameron laid all his weapons down.

The girl was scared but she was let go and was brought over to Officer Hewitt. "Orale, jura...you and me are gonna take a walk to the vault..." He then yelled at Hewitt, "Yoiu tell all the pigs outside back off! Or I'm gonna kill him and every fucking hostage I got in the vault! I was just about to take this bitch back there too..." He then said, "But I got about ten motherfuckers back therte so if any of you try anything...I'll smoke everybody!"

Cameron spotted a pen that was chained to the counter. He removed the crucifix from his pocket and he used it to unchain the metal ball fromi it so that he could take the pen. The cholo yelled as he walked Hewitt out the door, "Go fool! And tell the pigs to send in a doctor! My boy, Manuel is upstairs bleeding. He better not die or I'm gonna take out the same amount of hostages for the homies you killed!"

Cameron got the pen. He braced himself. "What's your name...?" He asked the robber. "My name is Guillermo. And I'm done answering questions. Move your ass...!"

Cameron said, "Guillermo..." He jammed the pen into his right hand so that it went through exiting the top of it as it penetrated through his palm. Cameron cried out in pain and Guillermo's eyes widened upon seeing this act of self wounding. "What the fuck..." Cameron then took the opportunity while he was surprised and used it to stab the cholo in the stomach and the cholo cried out as the pen penetrated him and more blood sprayed everywhere and Cameron took the pistol from him and Cameron shot him in the right leg right in the shin. He then pulled the pen out and more blood sprayed from his hand. "You're under arrest for armed robbery, illegal possession of a weapon, discharging said illegal weapon, and attempted kidnapping. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law. And trust me buddy, it won't be your peers sitting on that bench. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney the state will provide you one. All though I hope you've robbed more banks cause a state appointed attorney is gonna suck. Do you understand your rights as the've been read to you?"

"You're fucking crazy bro...!" Cried the gang member. "Not as crazy as you. Robbing a bank downtown and taking shots at a cop? Fucks da mattah with you?" With that he was taken out on a stretcher and the gurneys came for the dead bodies. Cameron walked up to the female he had saved. "I know this is traumatic for you but just try and tell me what happened, okay? Are you allright? Do you need any medical assistannce, Ms...?"

"Trueblood. Alison Trueblood..." Stated the auburn haired woman. "I'm Cameron..Flannery .listen...just take as much time as you need..."

She was in tears from fear but then she looked at his wound which had yet to be treated and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

He grinned. "Why don't you let me buy you dinner and I'll tell you all about it?"

"I um..I don't know..." She stammered. "Hey, I took a pen in the hand for you. Least you can do is let me take you out..." He then said, "I'm just kidding..."

After she finished describing what happened and they took statements from all the hostages it was time to go. He got his hand wrapped up. "This is gonna have me filling out paperwork all night..."

"Captain says anytime you reach for a Shotgun you end up dead or wearing a citation...so I guess..." Hewitt started to say. "Hey, we did the right thing, buddy. You were wicked fuckin accurate with that M4."

"Yeah and your dumb ass took a pen in the hand. All about the ladies eh? But I saw that shit she didnt give you no play..."

"Oh really? You think so? Let me ask you something, Hewitt. Do you like apples?"

"What you talking about? Yeah I like apples. I also like me some pawg's and she had a nice apple ass..." It was true. That girl did have what was known in the ghetto as a ghetto booty. It was a bubble butt hugged by her dark blue almost black jeans. She wore a brown leather jacket over a grayiwh white blouse and her auborn hair was tied in a ponytail. He liked girls with ponytails. It made great handles. She saw him looking at her and she smiled and waved before they took off. Cameron played it cool and just nodded back.

"Well I got her number after the interview! How do you like them apples?" He held it out. Hewitt chuckled shaking his head.

Ezra

Ezra The Shill

He approached Archie's apartment seeing him get beaten up by several men. He saw Alfredo punching him. "What the fuck are you doing?!" Demanded Ezra. Ezra aimed his Desert Eagle. "Let him go!" Alfredo and the five men aimed their pistols at him. Alfredo kept a piece to Archie's head. "You fucking said you killed Antonio! You didn't. You spared him. You're a liar."

"Then you fucking come after me not my goddamn family!" Yelled Ezra. "Nah, nigga this is the only way to get your ass to listen, fool! Your days in this city are done, homie. Maybe I'll dead this bitch maybe I'll just knee cap him and leave him a cripple. Me and Archie are going for a little drive. Yo, Jamar, blast his ass!" The dread locked gangster started firing at Ezra and Ezra ducked into cover behind a parked Cavalcade and two other gangsters began firing at him as well. Alfredo pistol whipped the Jewish American and Archie cried out, "Ezra!" Alfredo growled, "Ya boy's about to get popped. If you aint tryna go out like that shut up!"

Ezra fired his .50 striking the first gangster, a black male with cornrows and baggy blue jeans wearing a white hooded sweater. He struck him in the chest and the man went down right away. "Come on you fake ass Hebrew! Come up outta there! Thought you Israelis were supposed to be tough?!" His friend fired six shots too but his pistol jammed up on him. "You know ya'll aint the real Hebrews, right?! Bitch ass Arabs!" Ezra veered to cover behind a parked brown Manana. The gangster fired two shots at him and missed and then looked at his friend, "The fuck nigga, you aint clean yo shit? Man get down!"

Ezra rolled out from cover and and fired two shots the first struck the hoodlum with him in the right knee blowing it out. The second struck the man in the right shoulder blowing a gigantic hole in it. He screamed, "FUCK!" He went down bleeding all over the pavement. He fired a gut shot at the next. The man wore a puffy white coat over a black t shirt and gold earrings and blue jeans. He fell over as the .50 struck him in his large intestine bleeding out.

Jamar at the last second got back in his own ride and took off. Ezra came out firing at him and he was about to hit the dread locked gangster with a headshot as he had him in his side. He was startled by the sound of a honking horn. Ezra tried to get out of the way but the side of the car clipped him and sent him flying back but not before the shot was already fired however as the car hit him his aim was thrown off and instead of hitting Jamar in the face, the roumnd blew out his driver window sending glass in his face. An African American driver got out a black man with short dread locks and light brown skin. "Yo man, you ok? I couldn't stop in time..." He saw the gun. "Oh shit..." Ezra pointed it at him. "I'm taking your car..."

He got in before the man could say anything to protest it. "Hey you fucking bitch gimme back my ride, man!" He took off the down the steet trying to go after Jamar. The black male was ahead of him by a few blocks. He chased him down several streets but he couldn't seem to catch up. He soon lost him in traffic. "Fuck...Fuck FUCK!" He growled. He abandoned the car. He tried to think of who he should call. It seemed best to ask Milky for help. Before he could even dial any numbers, suddenly Alfredo's number came up it was ringing. "You are a dead man unless you let Archie go right now!" Warned the Isreali national. "Naw homie you aint the one running hit. I'm running things. This is my town, bitch!"

"What do you want? You've obviously done business with my cousin before you've made moneuy with him. You kill him you make less. You want to settle up with somebody come after me. Only cowards go after somebody's family."

"Oye loco, spare me the rightous bullshit. I know how you Mossad niggas play. You ghost all kinds of motherfuckers and their families. You're bigger crooks out there in the West Gaza than we could ever even dream of!"

"Yeah aren't you like every other liberal american siding with Palestine when you've never been to either country...you didn't answer my question. How can I make this right? You have one thing about me right. We are trained to be deadly. And we're also some of the most notorious interrogators. You kill my family, I will find you and the tactics I use on you that would normally be used on a Palistian insurgent? Well it won't be to get information. It'll be for my pleasure."

"You can't do shit to me. You from outta town. But if you want to make this shit right you got once chance. A whole gang of Mexican motherfuckers been setting up in East Waston. Bad enough we got those LS dick riders. Aztecas, Marabuntas. But now Odiada Raza too? Fuck that. There's only one Carcer City gang I can tolerate and that's the Lord's cause they respect the game and they know where they at. They got awakened minds. They aint just about one country like the West Coast Hispanics. Just some niggas around my way aint feeling them though cause real Waston niggas bang blocks and projects not colors and sets. But they can do some good. I want all these outsiders that aint with the Lords off the map but today? We're finna start with them."'

"Why them? A man such as yourself objectively has more reason to hate LS gangs like the Aztecas and Marabunta Grande. I've had my run ins with them myself when I was in LS. And just about every other asshole alligned with Onda. I can't say I'm a fan."

"Man, fuck those west coast scrap faggots. Aint nobody talking about them. But you are gonna help me take them niggas out too. But today it'll be to let your cousin go. The Mexican and Salvadorans we deal with another day that's just so I let your ass keep operating in my city."

"You didn't answer my question. Why them first?" Alfredo's voice sounded smug. "You think I'd be the kind of nigga that I am if I didn't know what happens in my own town? Even the spots where my enemies lay their head at? I know about your shit with the BSU and the Lost MC. I also know those green and red wearing hijo de putas helped ya'll out. i'd say that makes them an ally of yours. So this shit is a true test of loyalty. It aint that many of them niggas in this city they're just getting set up. See me? I want to run the Latin side of town and the soul side of town. I got both in my blood you feel me and these Odiada Ratas aint with the program. They think they can run thir game without fucking with me. So they gotta get got."

"That's pretty fucked up, man. I owe them/. You sure you couldn't just send me after Marabunta?" Alfredo growled, "Did I stutter? If it had been Mara Cucas or the Ass Takers that had helped your stupid ass hide along with those crackers on bikes I would have your ass clapping them instead. See I know you don't want to do this shit homie. That's exactly why you're gonna do it. You'll do it or Ill blow your punk ass cousin's brains all over the street. Then I'll have some of my boys go and do Gideon up too. Then maybe I'll stop by your Auntie house cause I know where she stay at too."

"Alright, fine. But like I said, Alfred. You hurt my cousin or anybody else in my family, whatever you do to them will be a drop in the bucket compared to what I will do to you. I'll be able to keep you alive for a long time without letting you cross that thresh hold..." He hung up the phone. He sighed going back to the car to see if it was still out there. It was and nobody had reported it yet. He got back in and began to drive to East Waston. Of course he didn't want to do this but he had no choice.

He sighed putting the radio to Waston Rock. The song For Who, The Bell Tolls by Metallica played as he drove. He drove through a Salvadoran section of town and noticed men with tattooed faces as well as scantily clad Salvadoran women. He wondered if he would have to deal with them later. He had certainly encountered his fair share of Marabunta members in Los Santos for various jobs he had done but it was not like the east coast which was more taking orders from El Salvadoran prisons. It was more chaotic. The East Coast Mareros were worse because they had no regulations except to murder rape and rob. They mad dogged him and a bald gang member with an M on one cheek the left side and a B on the other glared at him. The gangster was five foot nine smoking a cigarette. "Judíos Pinche. Quédate fuera de nuestro barrio," He said looking at him as he drove by saying it directly. Ezra did not understand what he said. He flicked the cigarette as his car. Ezra hit the brakes. "What the fuck you wanna do, puto?"

Another gang member with face tattoos and longer hai r walked up pulling a 9mm and the bald gangster removed his machete. "Why don't you step outa the car, homie. Let's see what you're made of?"

A female gang member ina white midriff top with curly black hair and raccoon style eyes as far as her eyeshadow with red lipstick looked at him yelling something in Spanish he didn't understand.

He realized he didn't have time. He floored it and a gang member tossed a beer bottle at the back of the car. "You better run, punk!"

He pulled off turning down Continental Avenue and with a few more turns he was in El Lupo and Casper's neighborhood. He sighed getting out and he knocked on the door. A longer haired curly haired light skinned hostile looking Mexican opened the door greeting him with a .357 and demanded, "¿Quién diablos eres tú y qué estás haciendo aquí ?!"

(Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?!)

Ezra said, "I'm here to see Casper..."

"¡Casper! ¡Alguien afirmando que te conoce!"

(Casper! Somebody claiming he knows you!)

Casper called out, "Let him in, eh he's cool."

The gangster relaxed and let him in. Casper grinned slapping hands with Ezra. "What's up dog you good? You want a cold one?"

"No..." Ezra said as he sat down. Then he figured it would be better to have him in a relaxed state. "Actually...yes. I'll take one."

"What's on your mind, ese? You look like something's eating you. You get some more trouble with those BSU putos or what eh?"

"No, nothing like that. If anything the Lost is more of a threat than that. I do have a problem, but maybe before I try and tell you about it I should ask you a question. Do you guys have much trouble around here? Not just with the bikers or the hardcore fans. I mean in general?"

El Lupo came out offering a hand and Ezra shook it. He gave him a Cerveza Barracho. "That's al we got..." Casper answereed, "I mean it depends who you're talking about. We got mad pedo with those SL lames but that shit dates all the way back to Carcer City. Fact is, they got a foothold in this city before we did so naturally they think they can punk us. Por Que?"

"Well..." Ezra said. "Interestingly enough, on my way over here...I saw some Marabunta guys. They wanted to beat me up, possibly stab and shoot me. They threw a cigarette and a beer bottle at my car."

"Hey you're lucky for that bro..." Stated El Lupo. "No disrespect it's just I knew somebody from around here got into it with one of them and he got stabbed in the throat by the guy's machete. If that wasn' enough he went and started stomping on his neck wound. You'd be good to avoid those putos. Even we can't really mount up for a war with them just yet. But I mean if they ever do come around here say after you, we'l back you up. If Archie's your familia and the Burke brothers vouch for you then that's good enough."

"Well what about guys from other East Waston neighborhoods? Like Alfredo?"

The two Mexican gangsters laughed. "That faggot? Mira, that midget aint about shit. He knows we're about to take his turf. Now some of the homegrown cliques are mas chingones but his boys aint one of them. Who wants to follow a guy who takes it up the ass? Shit aint natural. I said we can't really mount up against the Mara Cucas and we're having a hard enough time with the Lords but that pussy? His days are numbered."

El Lupo nodded adding, "Our inner circle is small right but it's gonna grow. We're gonna take Alfredo off the mapa and take whatever dumb asses are still slinging for him. Absorb and assimilate que no? We got the potential to expand our turf. We can deal with stronger enemigos later but for now you gotta take out the bitches and get stronger little by little."

"It turns out, he's got my cousin. He wanted me to kill a man and I failed to do it. Now he's taking it out on my family."

"Shit, that's fucked up. Where's he at? We've been looking to go after that puto for a while..."

"I don't know...that's the thing..." Ezra said. "I don't know where he is and even if i did go with all of you..." He readied his Desert Eagle. "If they saw you alive with me the first thing they'd do is slit his throat."

With that, he fired on the doorman first and a round from the .50 hit him in the left ribcage and exited out of his armpit on the other side. "What the fuck!" Screamed upo going for his Glock 17 but Ezra fired a shot into the center of his chest. The Mexican gangster's shirt turned from white to red as he fell back on the couch his mouth ajar. Ezra tried to turn it on Casper but Casper grabbed his arm and shoved him back against the stereo. Ezra knocked it over with his bodyweight and Casper licked off two shots with his Beretta before bolting outr the back door.

The shots hit the stereo and the electtric sparks flew and Ezra was shocked by them. he fell over crying out as he wa elecrocuted. He got back up weakly. He retrieved the dropped .50 magnum. Two gang members came through the door with Handguns draw. He fired striking the first one in the waist and the round went back to his spine. He fired a headshot at the next and he meant to hit him between the eyes but instead grazed him in the right temple but it was enough to drop him.

Ezra scrambled staggering out the back window. He looked to see Casper running two yards over hoping a fence before letting off five shots at Ezra. Ezra took off after him yelling, "This isn't personal! He's got my cousin! You'd do the same thing!" A gang member fired a 12 gauge at Ezra just as he came over th fence but luckily he hit the ground and the blast destroyed the wood behind him. Ezra fired a headshot striking the man in the chest. The man fell over wounded and Ezra retrieved the shotgun from him.

"You fucking bitch!" Screamed Casper. "Those Mara Cucas were right to try you! You wanna kill me after I helped you and your familia? The Burke's?! They in on this shit too?!"

Ezra yeled back, "It's just me me!" The gang member shouted back as he fired four shots at Ezra. "Then they're gonna go after you too motherfucker! You fucked up!" He fired the rest of the magazine at him just as two more OR members came after the Isreali. Ezra fired the Remington striking the first, a man in a red plaid shirt in the chest. The gang member cried out clutching at his wounds as he fell over. The next he hit in the gut. They both fell over. Casper was reloading but Ezra took his time. That was to say he took the three seconds he needed to properly get a bead on the Mexican gangster. He aimed and fired just as the OR member slapped home a magazine reloading. He struck him in the legs, both of them as well as the side. He fell over crying out bleeding on the grass and dropped his weapon and the ex Mossag Agent approached him.

"You bitch! I may be going to hell for doing what I do...but maybe not maybe I just go to purgatory cause no matter what I done I never betrayed somebody that helped me! You fucking rata! You killed my boys...Lupo...why?"

"I'm sorry...they've got my cousin..."

"I hope you rot in hell..." He kissed his own necklace but coughed up blood. "I don't believe in hell. The way I was raised we were taught that the dead go to Sheol. And you go there whether you are good or bad. The only difference is that while we believe in a day of ressurection, the non rigtous simply stay dead. They don't burn in a lake of fire..."

"I don't care what you believe in, fool...Allah...Jesus...whatever...at treacherous hijo de puta...that's frowned upon everywhere...I didn't know you..you got nobody in this town and your primo is small time! I didn't have to help you or the bikers! Or do anything for friends of that motherfucker Milky Malone!"

"YOU THINK THIS SHIT IS FUN FOR ME?!" Screamed Ezra. "I DON'T HAVE A CHOICE! He then lowered his voice saying, "In most cases it would be either you or me and in those cases I say fine may the best man win. But this is my family. My cousins are all I have left in this town. All I have left in the world. I'm exiled from my country, abandoned by my God...and I fought in a war that is a lost cause. The ONLY thing that matters past or present is family! And I apologize that this means you die but I will not apologize for the ends even if the means are shit!" Casper spat blood in his face. "I'm not begging you cabron...your mind was made up the second you came in my house and killed my friends! But one day...this...will bite you in the ass...maybe not today...maybe not tomorrow...but one day...you're going to realize everything you think you fought for was for nada...even your cousin...you'll fail him like you failed everything else..."

With that he fired the next shot into him striking the Chicano in the chest. It left a massive hole and he began to wheeze and cough up more blood gurgling as he fell over and part of the blast also tore into his left arm ripping it apart at the bone and muscles. He seemed to be reaching for something with his other arm and Ezra yelled, "STOP!" He fired again this time blowing his stomach open. The gang member collapsed his shaved head against the pavement blood spilling from his mouth down his chin and onto the ground forming a red pool beneath his head as his body had a larger puddle beneath his wounds. He looked to see what it was he had done with his good hand. He had soimply extended his middle finger in a final act of defiance even in the face of defeat.

"I'm sorry..." Ezra said as the rain began to pour down on them, both. With that he high tailed it back to his car. He sped out of the area and dialed Alfredo;'s number. "It's been taken care of. If you turn on Weazel News in an hour you'll be able to see that much...I want my cousin, Al. No more fucking around. You've got me at a disadvantage cause you took me by surprise but if you do harm him I will personally gut every member of your family..."

"You can't even touch me, fool. But a deal's a deal and unlike you I honor mines. Aight, look for a car off Milton Avenue. It'll be a beige Oracle."

Ezra began to drive there. As he drove and as he thought of the words that Casper said to him his mind flahshed back to one of the hits he had done when he had stayedin Los Santos for a week back in 2005. He had hit a bus transport in Boilerbroke. They were picking up cons from all over the state and transferring them further upstate. There had been some Rifas and members of the BGA there too.

Blaine County

2005

"Don't move a muscle!" Screamed Ezra as he hit the first guard in the head with the butt of his Desert Eagle, the two Morrocan Nationals beside him carrying Shotguns. The other tried to go for his weapon but the man wearing a brown jacket over a white shirt and blue denim jeans, a dark, skinned North African man, of Arab descent fired the 12 gauge and struck the guard in the face. They made their way down the aisle. There were sixteen inmates on the bus. Four were Onda, four were AV four were with the Rifas and four were BGA. Ezra aimed his Desert Eagle at the first man, a Chicano from Vespucci Beach, a Vago. He fired a shot between his eyes and split his skull up the middle decorating his seat and ankle bracelets with brain matter. Next he aimed for a Vago from Ranchpo and shot him in the heart. He then fired at an Azteca from Blaine County who had become Onda. He tore his neck open and severed his spine. The man next to Ezra fired the shotgun striking the last man, an Ondero from a barrio Central San Andreas which was the unwritten dividing line between Northerners and Southerners. He then fired striking a long blonde haired man that was a member of the AV blowing his head off completely. Ezra turned his gun on the AV next as well.

He fire striking the second AV member in the gut. He then aimed for the third and fired striking him in the groin. "Nazi balls should always be empty..." He said with a smile. "We don't want you reproducing. You're a cancer on humanity..." With that he turned to the last man. He pressed the hot barrel against his chin. "Mr. Abehsera sends his regards..."

"Suck my dick you fucking shylock motherfucker..we're gonna mutilate all you bastards..."

"Whatever you say you dumb goy..." With that, he pulled the trigger emptying the last round into him blowing his brains out as the round entered through the chin and came out of the top taking a piece of scalp as well as interior skull fragments and brain matter. He looked at the members of Nuevo Familia and BGA and said, "I suggest the rest of you get out of here now if you want to try and lamb it. Or stay and wait for help to arrive. It makes no difference to us."

With that they got out of there.

Present day

Ezra pulled up to the spot and there was two African Americans waiting there with a beay up Archie. They shoved him towards him. "We suggest you leave town...you've worn out your welcome here..." Stated a tall black male with dark skin, cornrows and thick facial hair under his chin wearing a black puffy coat over a black t and baggy stonewashed blue jeans. The other was lighter skinned and had a soul patch and wore a white t shirt and black jeans and he had a on a silver puffy coat with the hoody up because of the rain. "He was beaten...that wasn't part of the arrangement..."

Ezra said as he helped Archie to the car. Archie had cuts and bruises on his face and a bloodied nose and black eyes. "Bitch, the deal is whatever Alfredo says it is."

"And he couldn't come here and tell me this himself?" The lighter skinned man said, "Nah. He's a busy man. Got things to do. You just a tiny blip on his radar, man..."

He helped Archie into the car and Ezra walked over to the two. He reached into his jacket subtly reaching for his combat knife from his army days hidden in the sheath. "You wanna make something of it, brah?" Asked the man with cornrows. "Take your boy and leave..." Stated the other man. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth..."

"Well...he's not a gift horse he's my family..." Archie said with a grim and angry smile. "And if I was to look in his mouth I''d find blood..." With that he unsheathed the blade in a quick flash of movement and he sliced the man with the cornrows ear to ear slicing his juggular. As blood sprayted from his wounds his friend started to go for his .45 but Ezra threw his friend into him and the blood that sprayed from the wounds hit his friend in the eyes blinding him. Ezra quickly disarmed him even as a shot went off. Archie jumped scared but Ezra quickly broke his left arm. "AHHHHH! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU'RE DEAD!" Ezra smirked, "That remains to be seen but before we find that out you are gong to tell me where Alfredo is hiding out..." With that he punched him as hard as he could knocking the man out and then proceeded to put him in the trunk of his own car.

"Jesus Ezzy...you just got me back what are you doing...?!" Cried Archie. "Don't worry, cuz," Stated the Middle Eastern man. "I'm going to get you out of here and I won't let Alfredo or his thugs get you or Archie again. I'm gonna get you safely stowed away and then I'm going on the offensive against Alfredo."

Ramona

El Parche

"I...I missed you, bro. It's been a few years. I was trying to find mom and dad and bring them back here before..."

Hector looked at her with anger in his dark eyes. "Chingate!No tienes familia por aquí, puta. Por lo que a mí respecta, estás muerto al mundo."

(Fuck you! You have no family here, bitch. As far as I'm concerned, you're dead to the world)

"El gusano. Muestre a su hermana un poco de respeto. Usted no quiere ser como uno de esos pinche salvadoreños o mexicanos, ¿verdad? Siempre odiando a las mujeres, respetando nada?

( Show your sister some respect. You don't want to be like one of those fucking Salvadorans or Mexicans, do you? Always hating women, respecting nothing? We're supposed to have more class than that.)

Ramona felt offended on behalf of fellow brown compas she'd known including some who had served in the military with her but she knew this stranger was defending her honor. The man wore a black leather jacket and had beige almost Medditerean skin curly black hair, a black shirt, blue jeans and cowboy boots. He had a five o'clock shadow and was visibly likely a Castizo Colombian in ethnicity.

"¿Quién podría ser?"

(Who might you be?

"Mi nombre es Franco Dominguez. Sólo supongo que fuiste la hermana de Worm a través del contexto. Héctor es como un hermanito para mí, pero me temo que aún no ha resuelto sus modales."

(My name is Franco Dominguez. I only guessed you were Worm's sister through context. Hector is like a little brother to me but I'm afraid he hasn't quite worked out his manners just yet.)

He kissed her hand as they shook hands.

"Con todo el debido respeto, Franco, no conoces a Ramona así. Hago. Ella me abandonó para ir al ejército."

(All due respect, Franco, you don't know Ramona like that. I do. She abandoned me to go to the military.)

"Eso no es muy justo, hermanito. Te crió cuando eras nińos cuando tus padres fueron deportados, ¿no? No es fácil para un niño criar a un niño, pero esto es América y, a veces tenemos que rodar con los golpes," Stated El Buho.

( That's not very fair, hermanito. She raised you from when you were kids when your parents got deported, no? It's not easy for a kid to raise a kid but this is America and sometimes we have to roll with the punches. )

She looked at him and said, "Yeah don't forget who fed you and even changed your diaper when mama and papa were out working. I raised you too, cabron and don't you forget it."

"Yeah and then what? As soon as I turn 18 you just leave me? That's what the gringos do, pendeja! Say you're out on your ass bueno suerte!"

Ramona protested, "I left you more than enough money for you to survive. You know how to cook, I showed you how to clean. You were a man or at least supposed to be. I told you to go to college. I busted my ass to take care of you and now you can't even show me any love? I haven't seen you in years and you're the only family I got in this country!"

El Buho replied, "Honestly, he spent that shit. Your brother's a little party dog. But at eighteen their brains are still developing what can you do?"

Ramona turned to Franco. "And you. You've been encouraging this? This gang bullshit? I thought El Buho put him onto it," She turned looking at the man with a glare. "And you and me are going to have a talk about that, compa. You're not off the hook."

"All I'm guilty of is giving a kid off the streets who spent his money too quick a place to crash, clothes, food. Familia. We were looking out for him while you were gone,"

Ramona scoffed. "Oh, so I fucked up, is that it? I tried but I couldn't take him with me. I was twenty two. I had to have a life myself ya know. Isn't that why so many of us came here? The American Dream?"

"Sure, mija. And nobody here is judging you. Waston aint as big as you think it is when you're a kid. I get it. You had to explore. You think I wanted to stay in Medeilin forever? Anyway, I understand. You're just like any working class girl who had to take care of a brother, sister, whatever. Have to put others before yourself. The next thing you know the best years of your life are gone in a flash," The gang leader set his beer down. "Even if Hector doesn't get it, I do. He would too if he had to raise somebody. INS, tsk tsk. They're unfair. And we're no gang. We're familia. We looked out for him while he had nobody. We're just protecting our own gente. Gringos, Americanos, y Mexicanos y Salvadorans y puertorriqueños, they all think they can push us around out here because we're the newer kids on the block in Waston. If this was Liberty City, we would get more respect. They know not to fuck with us out there but here? They shit on us. Ten years ago the Mexicans were the ones getting picked on. But they got their own little cliquas and they think they're hot shit. Puerto Ricans here just like Liberty City. Think they rule the world. Too bad they come from nothing but an island instead of a real country."

El Buho laughed. "This is what you fill my brother's head with?" Asked Ramona. "Hey, it's not a race thing, mija it's a national thing. Just like fútbol. Flag against flag. We see who's the best. Isn't that the way this country is anyway? In the 1900's you had the Irish and the Germans and the Italians struggling against each other for who would be on top. That's just how things are here. And above all, money talks and bullshit walks."

Ramona sighed. "Mirate, I remember Los Parceros on the corners before back when you were just protecting el barrio from people atttacking us. I thought it was just strong men protecting the community from hostile outsiders. Community. But I was just a teenager. I didn't realize it was run and started by some of the same fuckers who destroyed Colombia with coka."

"Hey, listen, we take what options we have. In America and Colombia," He held up his left hand and his right hand. "American dream, Colombian dream. What's the difference? We hear all the time about American exceptionalism but what about the rest of the world? How many people gotta starve so the Americans get theirs? What about the Colombian dream? The African dream the Korean dream?"

"I don't need a lesson in politics, all due respect. I kmnow first hand the way El Norte looks at us. They deported mi familia, remember? I got cousins down south that never migrated up here cause they knew what would happen. But me and Hector were born here. We're Americans. Colombian , you just talked down about Mexicans and Central Americans like they were inferior so which is it? Are the gringos the enemy or the Mexicans or the Salvadorans?"

"Hey I'm not anti Mexican or Salvadoran. Or even Puerto rican. I'm anti exploitation. Okay, I came here and yes I had some money left over from the Meddelin Cartel days but here in America I'm nobody. Just a hotel cleaner same as the rest of us. We have to stick together out here. If people respected us I would respect them."

They stepped onto the front porch and Hector tried to come with but Franco stopped him. "Adults are speaking," He started to protest but he snapped his fingers. '"What about the Parceros in Liberty City? I heard about that too. Are you saying that's also about keeping the neighborhoods safe?"

"Look, somebody like you needs money to get people like your parents in the country."

"You talking about a coyote? I'm not doing that. They risked everything to get to this country and look where it got them! Separated from their own children."

"No, I'm talking about the right way. I need somebody with your kind of expertise. We're getting our asses kicked out here! Besides there are people on these streets that want your brother dead. Same with El Buho. It's a dog eat dog world. Your parents wouldn't want their son left in your care killed would they?"

"You're asking me to get involved in this shit? What kind of trouble are you getting mi hermano into?"

"I'm not. You know how it is around here. Sometimes trouble just finds you. You grew up in the barrio, you find that out. Or did you forget that shit being in the Air Force with the catires y catiras? You'll never be seen as American to them. No mattter what you are and what you know no matter how patriotic. They'll always see you as a second class citizen. Anyway, what are you trying to say? You can go bomb some Arab guys in their own countries but you can't come here and fight for familia in yours?"

He then said, "Listen, tu hermano, he's a good kid. He really is. But he borrowed 30 grand from me and he owes me. Now he's been working it off. He's taken care of about five g's. You're his big sister. Help your little brother take care of this problem. I'm a generous man and a patient man but it's not good to owe anybody anything."

"If you touch him you're gonna find out what I can do," She warned.

"I haven't laid a hand on el chico. I'm just saying. What if he ever decides to go legit? He's got no credit. That's the way a lot of younger guys are. But to get bad credit with me? Well let's just say things become a habbit. He'ds familia around here but if he doesn't learn to be more careful it could land him in trouble."

"You say you're not threatening or harming him but you just did. To me."

"
No. I didn't. What I'm telling you is if he should ever end up owing the IRS money, they won't be nearly as patient with him as I have. It's not a good survival skill to owe so much. I mean kids today don't know ow to save for shit so I'm trying to show him the way. I want him to win. I want him to succeed. But I paid that thirty grand to get him out of the clink."

"Thirty grand? Jail?! What did he do?!" She demanded. "Assault with a deadly weapon. Fucked up some gringo with a crowbar. He would have been looking at some years if he'd been found guilty but we made sure the jury did the right thing. We also made sure the 'victim' kept his mouth shut. Truth is, it was just some asshole from Amos's Corner. Should have watched his mouth. So he walked free. I paid for the bail. Do you understand? Plus, it's hard out here for a veteran, I hear. And you just got back in help me with a little errand, I'll make sure you're well compensated."

She sighed. "What is it you need done?"

"The Aztecas and the Mara Cucas have been fucking with us in our barrio. You know their motto, right? Mata, viola, controla."

(Kill, rape, control)

"And you're just an upstanding citizen, right?" Ramona said with an eye roll. "Nunca dije que lo era. Pero no hago daño a los inocentes. Incluso los aztecas tienen más honor que esas pequeñas cucarachas."

(I never said that I was. But I don't harm innocents. Even the Aztecas have more honor than those little cockroaches.)

El Buho nodded. "They're bad people, Mona. They make us look like choir boys compared to them. Mostly we just defend our barrio but I've been saying for a while we need to take the fight to them. The Aztecas, they're not as mala as Marabunta but they're still a pain in the culo. They might not come in here raping women and shit but they still sweat the homeboys, they still spray at people wearing colors. Shit, they shot some guy just for wearing a T shirt with the Colombian flag on it. At first I didn't know if it was cause they think they're better than us or if it's that they mistook them for a Parcero."

Marco nodded. "Exactamente. It doesn't matter to them. And yeah the Aztecas may be an older barrio, an enemigo with honor but they're still an enemy all the same. It's just Mara is worse. You know, the colors we wear for our flag it's the same as they do with the Salvadoran flag. Even Mexican and Guatemalan cholos that rep their colors are really representing El Salvador."

El Buho shrugged. "Si. But then, they're representing Onda when they get to the pen, right? Los Mexican Mafia."

"That's only if they end up in the federal pen, man," Stated a muscular brown skinned Colombian with slicked back black hair, tattoos on his arms, a white wife beater, a crucifix, and black jeans. "These fools get their order from those animales down in Salvador, bro. If Marabunta only ever took orders from Onda, they'd at least have some structures but they're like a rabid dog trying to serve two masters. And they just go around biting anybody else and giving them rabies."

"I don't give a shit if they take orders from La Ranfla or La Onda. Neither one of those assholes are setting up shop in my city, wey. I'll smoke all those scrapa motherfuckers," Buho stated. "And if any of those Rifa cabrones from Fierro think they're coming out here, they got another thing coming too. Parceros are gonna take over this town. Same with Liberty. Maybe one day, any city with a large Colombian population," Said the gangster with a hopeful smile.

"What about Milky Malone? Doesnm't he run this city still? I heard theyt tried to bust him back in the 70's and 80's and they still couldn't nail him for anything. Fuck the teflon don, this guy is the one nothing seems to stick to," The Colombian woman stated. "He aint gonna be around forever," Marco stated. "The feds want him, the Waston PD want him. And what's more important, the North End mob want him dead too. Now I don't want us getting involved with that fight but if we have to, I'd rather support La Cosa Nostra than him."

"Why do you want to support them?" Asked Buho in a sudden voice of disagreement. "They're the ones in the wrong in all that. The mafia thinks they run the world too, man. They tried to stop Colombians from operating in Liberty and Vice. They're no friends of ours. Only thing we got in common with them is we're Catholic. That's about it."

"We'll talk about this later, hermano. Let's just say that the North End mob has been around a long time been through a lot of shit. They aint going anywhere but Milky, I get the feeling his days are numbered. You know how they say rats flee a sinking ship? We;ll pendejos try and board the sinking ship. You want to get on the titantic, Buho? Cause that's what his house is, man. No matter how much a lot of people in this city love the guy, a guy like that aint lasting forever. Only question is if he leaves in sheets or in cuffs."

"Juemadre, casi se me olvida el arma,"

(Son of a bitch I almost forgot the gun.)

Franco turned to Ramona. "I heard you're a woman with serious skills. Maybe, we can go and deal with the Salvadorans. Later the Mexicanos. Teach them a lesson in respecto."

Just then, several gunshots rang out as a dark bliue Manana rolled down the street. Several Parceros ran for cover as two men fired out the window. They fired at Hector too and he ducked behind a gray Buccaneer and she heard her brother cry out in pain fearing he was hit as shots hit glass and the car. The car sped off and she ran over to check on him. Her heart pounded. "Hector!" She cried. She was relieved that he had only been cut by the glass. Several of the Parceros had rturned fire. Hector had his pistol out but he had not shot back. It was a Beretta. She snatched it from him.

" As long as he doesn't go after them tonight...and if it'll erase some of mi hermano's debt I'm in..."

"Hey, wait a minute I don't need a woman to fight my battles for me!" Cried out Hector. El Buho stopped him. "Hermanito...you froze up...now maybe you won't in the future but for now let her take care of it..."

Franco loaned her a dark red Pheonix. With that she began to drive through East Wason until she reached what was known to the Parceros as "Marastown" a neighborhood in east Waston controlled by them. It seemed that Franco hadn't cared too much about how much of an impression she make just so long as they hit them back. She was of course looking for the car that had done the hit.

She final;ly found it but it was starting to get dark. She parked and began t walk down the alley near the housing projects where the car was parked. She spotted two gang members nearby smoking a joint near it. "Oye mija!" Cried out one of the Salvadorans. "De donde eres?" She replied, "Colombia..." All though she was actually from this city it was more of an erotic answer even among Gente in the barrio. "Mi guesta Colombianas...come here mami..." Stated the driver, a man wearing a light blue checkered shirt, brown khaki shorts knee high socks and a darker blue bandanna around his bald head. He also had facial tattoos.

"No thanks...I'm not looking for a date tonight..."

"Hey get back here!" Shouted the other one and his friend shook his head saying. "I told you Colombian chicks are stuck up, ese. Unless you got mas feria they're not interrsting. Gold digging putas, homes..." With that she walkee up smiling. "Did i hear you say feria? Money?"

The hardcore looking cholo laughed. "See what I mean, wey? That shit gets them wet. Yeah you know a hustler when you see one don't you? You wanna parry or what? Come on inside we got a ditch party going on we'll show you a good time.." The other pulled out his machete and put it to her throat. "You know...mi macheteis real big...I don't think you can handle it...you look really small and delicate...lke all I'd leave left was a mess of blood and hair...but why don't we see?" He asked with a evil smile on his face. Neither of them realized she was reaching for her pistol and had it readied. "You know what? You're right. It is big. And you big boys sure look potent. Like you a pack a big load..." She said making her voice lower and more seductive.

"Si mon! Mi horchata is top of the line ask any ruca in this neighorhood. Said I taste like pinapple and shit...it's good you know the carrot's better than the stick baby cause you're in our hood but since you're willing to play we don't gotta get too rough...just rough enough..."

Ramona said, "Tu Sabes...men do cum more often than women that's true. It's kind of a letdown and I think God must hate us. We get PMS and less orgasms?" The two men laughed at what she was saying. "But..." She said as she pressed the barrel against the tattooed Marero's crotch. "The tradeoff is when we come it's more intense than whn you do..." With that she pulled the trigger and he screamed and she put her hand over his mouth. "I bet you do this when a woman screams under you..." With a hiss. "Well open wide papi cause mama wants her juices licked off same as you when she's done..." She put the bloody barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger blowing his brains out all over the lowrider. The other went for his machete to but she fired two shots striking him in the gut and pistol whipped him knocking him to the groun. "Nonbody fucks with my brother..." She growled. "And if you try and kill me or my friends like El Buho you better not miss..."

"Fucking bitch! We're coming back harder on you..."

"They will..." Ramona agreed. "Pero no tú."

(But not you)

She fired a third shot hitting him above his left eye.

Several shouts sounded out and she returned back to her car but not before shooting out the two front tires of the Manana. She began to take off upthe street when a black Baller began to follow and four Mareros were hot on her tail firing at the Pheonix. She ducked down returning fire trying to lose them as she turned off Sycamore Street. She rammed them but they just fired more into the front seat. "Get that bitch! She killed Rodney and Angel!" She spotted a flare gun sticking out of the tool box. She fired it out the window and it lit up the whole front seat and the SUV spun out of control as the bright fire lit them up and their clothes, the men in the front seat were ablaze and the vehicle crashed into a Mule coming up the street and the SUV flipped over three times totalling it. She didn't know if they were dead or alive but they were out of commission.

She knew she needed to either get rid of the Pheonix or take it by a Pay N Spray before returning to the hood.

Ali

All In The Game

It had been 77 days since his son had died and he'd been healing. He looked and saw Rochelle and Myra. They had been fundamental in his recovery. He hadn't seen much of Tamir, however. He knew he hated him and now that Jerome was dead he knew his estranged son would despise him even more because of this. He also looked to see his sister Lovetta, a heavyset black woman with dark brown skin and short hair and kindly eyes. She had two children of her own but they were in college down in Vice City.

His eyes fixed on Tamir and the mother of him, Ella was there too. His doctor, a Caucasian male with a receeding hairline walked in saying, "Okay, Ali...you ready to go home?"

"I've been ready for seventy seven days, doctor. Honestly, it's been more like sixteen years..." He looked at Tamir. "I've got a lot to attone for," Tamir, a light skinned black male with a shaved head wearing a black plaid jacket sneered, "Don't expect me to forgive you,motherfucker I aint Allah."

Ella backhanded him. "Show your father some respect, boy!" Ella was a light skinned black woman with a yellowish skin tone. She was in her mid forties but still looked beautiful as ever and she wore aa violet blouse and a purple skirt. Her hair was light brown and straight. She had gained some weight but in a good way. He turned bak to his son.

"I don't expect you to forgive me overnight...but I intend to make it up to you..." The doctor soon came in. "You ready, Mr. Ford? Remember...if you can make it up the flight of stairs on your own we can let you out of here..."

Ali got the walker ready and began to make his way to it. It took a lot of work but he managed to climb the stairs. Normally he would say Allahu Ackbar but given recent events he had lost faith and it was not Allah that had got him up the steps. For years in prison through all the shit when he had a good day or when he accomplished something despite where he was, he said all praise was due to Allah. It had helped him in there, his faith but now there was no use for it especially after what happened with just one day of being out on the streets. I'm done asking you for help...He vowed to God. You didn't stop my boy from being murdered or my unborn grandchild. You don;t stop any injustices in this world. I don't need you! I got up these stairs my damn self and with the help of Dr. Bentley. So, God if you exist it's you who will have to beg my forgivness.

Later That Day

He approached his old homeboy. G Nite dapped the former black Muslim. "Hey, homie you know we always got your back, man. And you still a legend in the projects, homes."

"What good does that do me now? It won't bring my boy back to life."

"I'm saying. It can still be like it was back in the day. You think if this was the 80's, them Ball Sack niggas would step to the crew? Hell no! They'd be back in LS where west coast bitches belong. Wasn't none of this United Baller Nation shit neither. Just crews and stickup boys and hustlers. Real cats rep blocks not no rags. But these youngsters don't understand how it was in our day, Ali. You got some of the boys wanting to rep Families or Apostles since they funk with Ball Sacks. Nigggas scared to be who they be ya heard? Going about it all the wrong way. We aint letting no toads or no faggots wearing Roman colors up in our hood."

"I know that's right," Stated Bulldog. "Shit was dirty the way they did J Bird. I say we go back to the barrio and lay out eery spic Lord we find up in there for being cool with Ballas. Then we lay out those Cherry niggas."

"I'm not going out there just to kill Cherry's. I don't have any interest in taking down people that weren't involved with Jerome's death."

G Nite sighed. "Realistically, brother, that's not gonna work. And I aint saying that to shit on your attempt at reforms, man. I'm saying that because if you go up in their projects and lay out their boys it don't matter if you only wanted the guys that killed J. They'rte gonna see it as an attack on them and start bucking at you. Then all that other shit, goes out the window. Islam, black power, none of that matters when them shells come flying at you. Believe me. I've had me an introspective moment or two myself on these streets."

"I'm only going after the men who killed my son and anybody else who may have had a hand in it. As far as the others if you want to keep the rest of them off me, then you should come with me..."

G Nite nodded. "Word. It's all in the game...I aint saying no to backing up my best friend. And I aint saying no to blasting some Cherries either."

Just then he looked to see Tamir walking up and Tamir held a pistol. "What are you doing here?" Demanded Ali. "I'm not doing this shit for you..." Tamir growled. "I'm doing this for my brother. You know the other son you weren't there for?"

"I can't let this happen..." Ali said. G Nite said, "Look, man, maybe he has a better chance if he's with us I'd rather he be with us than have him go out there by himself and try something and get killed."

"No..." Ali said. "My oldest died just trying to visit his ex. I can't have two dead sons on my conscious..."

"Look, Tamir you know I got love for you but if your pops aint feeling it...I think you gotta sit this one out man..."

"Nigga are uou for real? This motherfucker just got back I been in these streetts all day every day holding it down against them bitches from the other side! Why he gotta go but I gotta stay?"

"This is an OG Call..." He stated. Tamir looked at G Nite and then at his father. "Oh it's like that?"

"Yes, son. It's like that."

"I'm not your son. And I hope you don't get him. You don't deserve to be the motherfucker that pulls the trigger," He stormed off.

G Nite and Ali got in the car as did Bulldog. "You sure you ready for this? It's been a while..." G Nite said. "Yes...I may be out of practice...but they stole my flesh and blood from me."

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That's all for this chapter therw was plenty of bloodshed so I figured it would be okay if I end Ali's part on a cliffhanger. Also as much as Alfredo is a bitch I made it clear in the last chapter he's from the same neighborhood as Ali. While Ali won't nesscarily want to avenge him when Ezra goes after him, others will give a damn. IIf you hated Alfredo this chapter probably made you hate him more and remember Casper and El Lupo were the two gang members that helped Archie and the Heathens hide out after fighting the Lost and BSU. I initially wanted them to become bigger characters given their initial friendlier impression and the implication was/is that Ezra liked them and vice versa but I wanted to play at one of those scenarios where you don't want to commit a murder but you have to for family.

What do you think will become of this partnership with Malone's crew, the Triads and the Vespucci Point Project gang members? I can tell you now all though it might not be next chapter there will be a follow up "Mission" between Milky and the Triads and yeah it is going to be a homage to The Departed.

As for that soldier of Alfredo's that Ezra kidnapped he is going to torture him to find out where Alfredo is. And since Zilla 2000 allowed me to show Allison Trueblood's life here in this story being that she is from Waston I decided to have this be how she and Cameron met in a bank robbery and shootout as they were an item before her and Mark so this will somewhat show the two year ro r so relationship they were in prior to her going to New Arcadia. Initially I was going to have them meet the way that Matt Damon's character in The Departed meets the psychiatrist and imay still bring that chick in as a side romance option for him in some other way but with this itr's somewhat more original. Also the bank scene with the Aztecas was taken from LA Noire's early robbery mission since this is my first story with a cop gta protagonist a lot of Cameron's jobs will be taken from LA Noire with my own twist to it.

So Ella the mother of Tamir who is visually based on JD Williams, is herself based on Vivica Fox. I mentioned her weight gain because she got somewhat chubbier and did some sort of plus size model lingerie shoot recently. So one mother of his children is based on Pam Grier the other on Vivica Fox the woman who ate 50 cent's butthole.

Franco is visually based on Juan Pablo Raba who played Gustavo Gaviria on Narcos. Union Street's Bank Of Liberty is based on the Bank Of America on Federal Street in Boston. As for what Ramona said to the Marabunta members that's actually true. Women may not orgasm as much as men but they do more intensely so maybe that's the tradeoff kind of like how we're physically stronger but bigger babies about pain.

Anyway I didn't have too many ideas this chapter for elaborate shootouts on Ramona's part so I wanted to just have her by herself use the art of seduction and then aquick hit and run guerilla warfare style attack and then retreat plus the flair gun,. I'm not even sure myself if I should have it be that the Marabunta members in the SUV died or not or if some died and some didn't what do you think? But either way, I also realized as Zilla pointed out that women can't join the Navy Seals so instead I will edit it and as of now Ramona is ex Air Force and in a way you can attribute the skills she had there will what she did here. Engaged only a little bit as far as the enemy but largely escaped as one would be expected to to stay ouyt of sight and try and find a way out if shot down from your plane besides with Culebra in Concrete Jungle even if he already is a side character I don't want too many Seals and besides in addition to the Navy the other major branch women join is the Air Force anyway so even if she has some skills in a lot of areas whatever skills she may lack in other areas I can have her learn maybe through trial and error to where her Air Force past is an attribute but only so much so that she's not overpowered. Still she can handle herself in a fist fight with larger oponents despite being 5'2 but at the same time she;s not Wonder Woman. She doesn't have AS much shooting skills as a Marine or a Ranger.

Also as for remaining OC's Chiwetel Ejiofor is the visual basis for Hewitt.

Amos Corner is based on the Boston neighborhood of Upham's Corner.

That's all for now. Until next time.