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

8. When The War Began

Ezra

Chicken Alfredo

Ezra took him to the hospital. Archie cried out the whole way there. "Jesus, Ezzy you've gone psycho! Gideon was right! You've lost it! What the hell happened to you out there?! You should have stayed here at home!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Growled the Isreali. "You're the one that got mixed up with these assholes in the first place! Malone I can understand he at least has some professionalism. But these guys? They wanted to kill you for something I didn't do."

"Bro, Pinky would do something like that too..." Admitted Archie. "Maybe but if Alfredo had this much of a problem with the man he sent me after he should have dealt with it on his own! And as for this place being home, Gideon's supposed to be the Orthodox one, remember? He knows where home is."

"Yeah but not now! It's all fucked up. We need the Mashiach, to come and free us!"

"That's not an excuse. Throughout history we've always had some of us live in the country even when invading armies wanted us out!" Archie coughed up blood. "Are you alright, brother?" He asked. "Yeah...this is totally normal...jesus...why the fuck do I always gotta get in bed with the psychos?" He groaned as Ezra took him to the hospital. "Because you're a moron..." Explained Ezra honestly. "Gee thanks, cuz. I really appreciate the moral support...you're the one that didn't kill the guy you were asked to..."

"And you're the one that got into business with this lunatic! Wasn't one sociopath enough? He could have killed you."

"Ezra...I just don't want you to go and do anything crazy, buddy..."

Ezra growled, "The PLO tried to kill me more times than I can count. A bunch of punks that don't know how to use guns are the least of my problems. I will handle them..."

He dropped him off at the hospital. Gideon met him there and saw to it that he was going to be okay. Ezra saw an older woman that he hadn't seen in years and certainly not since he'd been back. She was a brown haired older jewish woman. "Auntie..." He said with a smile hugging her. "Ezra! I havent seen you in eleven years! You got so tall and so hairy!" He chuckled hugging her back.

"Yes well you don't look a day over thirty five yourself."

"Awww you're a kidder Ezra but I love ya..." She then slapped Gideon across the face. "Owww! Ma what was that for?!" She told him, "You're supposed to look out for your younger brother and keep him out of trouble! Look how badly he was beaten up! Why won't you give him a job at your resteraunt?!"

"Because, ma I had to work hard to get my own and I pulled myself up by the bootsraps. The last thing Archie needs is a hand out. He didn't go to culinary school. I did. If he wasn't my brother I'd be dne with him. But he' gotta get his act together on his own."

"Nonsense! You have to help your own family out! Archie has been helping Ezzy get a new place. Why didn't you let him stay with you?!"

"Ma, I got Rachel and the kids at home. I can't take on a room mate."

"Look, it's fine I don't need Gideon to let me stay at his house but at the very least you can let me see my neices and nephews. I've never met them."

Gideon nodded. "Sure thing. You should meet my wife first..."

His aunt went inside the hospital room to look in on Archie. "What are we gonna do about this?" Asked Gideon. "You mean what am I going to do about this? It's more or less my fault Archie got taken and hurt."

"Look, Ez you can't blame yourself for that. It's his own damn fault getting mixed up with those psychopaths! He shouldnt be hanging out in the ghetto in the first place."

"Why? Because they're lower than us? You know ghetto is our word and the first ones were in Europe..." Gideon rolled his eyes. "Look, I know that I'm not looking down on them cause they're poor or anything I'm just saying a lot of assholes like Alfredo live there and the point is, Archie aint from Rockford, alright? He's not a kid from the projects and he's not from Southie either...sometimes I think it was a mistake for any of us to have ever moved here. Our family? We should have stayed in Liberty City."

"Whatever problems you think Waston has that Liberty City doesn't, I can promise you, you're wrong. Liberty City has all that and worse."

"Look, if it'll help him stay out of trouble, when Archie feels better, I'll give him a job. It may not be whatever it is he wanted to be in life...hell who wants to wash dishes? Even people washing dishes don't want to wash dishes. It's one thing to own a resteraunt or even be a cook there but nobody wants to be a waiter or a bus boy or a dish washer. But that's the price Archie pays for dropping outta school. And if being a drug dealer was what he REALLY wanted to do with his life, then he has some fucked up priorities and maybe it's time he does something for a while that he doesn't want to doo and maybe his priorities will change or at least people will stop trying to kill him."

"If you'rre willing to give him a job after all then why did you argue with Auntie about it?" Asked the Isreali. "Because I've been cleaning up his messes all our lives. When he had touble with homework, I helped him. When the Catholic kids from Southie would hit us with rocks, I'd help him fight them off cause he could never fight for shit. He had a bully in Temple..."

Ezra laughed. "Wait, what?" He shook his head. "That can't be right. Kids dont get beat up AT Hebrew school. They get beat up on their WAY to Hebrew school."

"Well the second maybe true and the first part usually is but this is Waston and this is Archie we're talking about. He always did run his mouth a lot and get himself into trouble. He broke mom and dad's heart first time they arreted him. We had a good enough homelife even if the neighborhood kids gave us shit we still made friends eventually and he had a good home life. There's no excuse for his bullshit..."

"Sometimes, Gideon, you can give a childhood the best upraising and it still isn't enough. I've heard of rich kids growing up to be drugg addicts. Being rich comes with its own set of problems too."

"Yeah well you're an immigrant pretty much and still doing bettr than he is. That reminds me I may have a position for you at the resteraunt if you need a place to work. I'd rthe you do that than get mixed up in whatever schemes Archie has planned. And please, for the love of God stay away from Milky Malone. I can't stress enough what a nutcase that guy is or how many people he's kiled over the last few decades. Look, Liberty City, even LS may have more urban decay than us, alright but the cops eventually bring down the worst guys there. This asshole has people on the take inside the Waston PD. Even the FIB! Sometimes every now and then I get an unruly customer, a diner and dasher and I want to call 911 but I always have to wonder if one of Malone's boys will be the one who takes the call."

"Listen, I've really got to go and deal with these men that hurt Archie. Rest assured one way or another, it will be over today."

"You're going after them? By yourself? That's crazy!"

"I have training. What I don't have is a choice. He's my cousin. Like a brother. I would do the same thing for you. Both of you. I would take a bullet for you."

"I appreciate that I really do but you don't need to do that! Let the cops handle it. Look maybe...maybe it's true that Milky is a crooked asshole but maybe he can have some of his friends in the department go after the guy. Or maybe I can just call the cops firs and if something worse happen after that you can deal with it then. Deal with it your way."

"No. If word gets out that Archie snitched everybody he's ever done business with would be looking to kill him just to make sure he never talks to them. It wouldn't matter you're his brother if you call 911 because he would be expected to call you."

He left and went ad broke into a parked dark red Admiral and hotwired it. He then dialed Burke. "Hello?"

"Burke. It's Ezra. We worked before against those Lost MC and BSU guys. Remember?"

"Ezra, yeah sure. Archie's cousin. You know some motherfucker wasted Casper and El Lupo? i don't know who did it whoever that sorry son of a bitch is, he'd better hope he never crosses paths with me. Those were good dudes and now with them dead, their crew is folded and the Lords don't have enough competition in their ownn neighborhood. Sure, there's the Salvadorans, Colombians and Mexicans outta East Waston but we had a connection with him!"

"He's dead ma? Shit...I'm sorry to hear that...you're right. He didn't deserve that. Do the police have any leads?"

"No. Supposedly lone shooter but other than that, I don't know. Anyway, what'd you call about?"

"I have a problem. Rather, my cousin does. Some people in the projects have fucked with Archie. I wondered if you knew where I can get some protection. I'm thinking at least thirty metal heads or more. That's the only kind of guys that can protect against Hip Hop fans. They think they're so hardcore but they've never stepped into a mosh pit."

He was talking in code referring to anything automatic with a thirty round magazine. "I hear ya, dude. And I might know just the person. Id help ya myself but I gotta piss in a cup for my parole officer in twenty minutes. You go downtown. 836 South Lexington Street. Old guy by the name of Nathan. He sells to me and the brothers when we just need a throwaway piece or two. We can't really rely on him to keep all of us outfitted when it comes to a full scale war with the Dead Beats or Losers but individual, and small scale demand, he's more than good for. Serial numbers scratched off, untraceable. Man's a war hero and been in the business for years. I'll phone ahead and tell him you're going to see him so he'll be expecting you."

He said, "Thanks, Burke.. I really appreciate this...I have to go now." He got off the phone and began to drive to downtown. He sighed feeling guilty that he had just played Warren as the man had liked El Lupo and Casper. He had wondered what kind of blowback there would be and while it was true bikers were not all bigoted towards minority groups, friends or not he thought they would at least figure that they were not in the same organization and therefore it would make no sense for the Heathens MC to avenge them. Except, Ezra had just wiped them out so there was no more member of Odiada Raza to avenge them. It was even stranger to the ex Mossad Agent that a gang could be as small as theirs in a city where not only were so few members of a gang active there was that few of them that one man could kill them in a shootout.

He put the radio on with a sigh and the song A Small Victory by Faith No More played.

As he drove the song ended and a news report came on. "This is Blane Robertson on the scene of what can only be described as a violent bank robbery gone , the 100 Union Bank Of Liberty was robbed by several members of Aztecas, a Mexican American street gang with origins in Los Santos. Two officers, one Cameron Moriarty and Darrel Hewitt. The two men engaged the suspect in a firefight killing all but one. In an attempt to take a hostage, Officer Moriarty, the son of FIB Agent John Moriarty, a federal agent indicted for rackateering charges and collusion with known mob boss Milky Malone, attempted to talk the suspect down and then proceeded to stab himself in the hand and then the suspect injuring himself and the suspect and freeing the last hostage, one Allison Trueblood..."

The radio went on to say about who she was related to. "The suspect arrested, Guillermo Diaz is in the hospital being treated for stab wounds and gunshot wounds. He could not be reached for comment but his attorney has said that he will be suing the Waston Police Department making allegations of excessive force."

He pull up and got out and knocked on the door. Just then he noticed footsteps following him into the alley and he grabbed the man as he came around the corner. "The fuck are you doing, Gideon?"

"I'm coming with you. I know I don't have any military or gun training but these gangsters in the projects can't shoot for shit either, right? They all shoot like it's their first time. And since it'll be mine too I think I can outshoot them."

"Many youngers in the ghetto don't know how to shoot but others can," Warned Ezra. "Don't believe everything you hear and don't underestimate anybody. But you're not coming with me anyway. I'm doing this alone."

"He's my fuckin brother I get that being cousins is close too but brother is closer I got seniority, here. Even if you want me to hang back I'm at least coming along..."

"I said no, Gideon."

"I don't care what you said. Anywhere you go today, I go..."

Just then the door opened and a brown skinned Native American male with brown hair tied back in a ponytail wearing a brown sweater under a black denim jacket in his late thirties aimed a Mossberg at the two of them. He had slanted brown eyes and somewhat smaller lips and wore a turquoise necklace and blue jeans. "Fuck you want?" He demanded. "Put the hardware down..." Ezra said holding a hand up. "We're customers. Burke sent me here..."

"I'm done putting gun orders on a tab for that redneck piece of shit. This aint a diner or a bar and if I wanted a tab in any of the bars his club owns I wouldn't be able to. So tell that dipshit to go fuck himself. Him and his idiot brother. No cash no deal."

A softer and deeper and older voice with a soothing sound called out to him. "Darian, calm down. Warren already paid for them. They're here on account of family."

An older man with what had been jet black hair that looked to be in his seventies or eighties of Mi'qMaq ancestry came in. He had wrinkles on his face and sad brown eyes his hair was graying but certainly not as much as an Anglo his age would have. There seemingly weren't that many Wampanoag's if any that were full blooded anymore but he was of Miq'maq and Wampanoag ancestry. There weren't that many full blooded Wampanoags left but there was plenty of Miq'maq and his grandson had both in him. "I'm Luke Membertou. That's my grandson Darian. He's a little overprotective."

"I'm Ezra and that's Gideon," They shook the Algonquin elder's hand. "Ah. Biblical names like me, eh? I'm new testament and you're old. How about that?" He said with a smile that made his eyes and whole face light up and his eyes looked less sad when he did this. "That's not the name he was given. I'm sure your parents actually named you that, right? Well he had to take on a Christian name. His real name is Nikanus," Stated Darian with a glare.

"Hey, I'm not the bad guy here. We're Sephardic. Well, he is. I'm lapsed I'm afraid."

The older man told his grandson, "Show some manners, kid. They are guests," He then asked , "You familiar with the new testament?"

"I used to be," Stated Ezra even as Gideon shook his head. "Years ago. I'm from Tel Aviv and I studied all the religions that came out of there in college. But I forgot a lot of what I knew."

"Well, Luke was one of the disciples and he was also the scribe of the book named after him. He was the only Gentile among the twelve. Me and him, we got that in common. See the missionaries think they gave us pheonetic alphabet and for a lot of nations that's true in the United States and Canada. It was spoken word. But for us, we already had a writing system. It was based on old symbols. That's all any language is anyway. It started out as paintings and paintings become symbols symbols become word. So in that way, I'm responsible for keeping what was written before, and after you came, just as Luke was for his relatives."

"I see..." Ezra said.

Ezra noticed the medals shown in the picture and there was a picture of the older man as a young man dressed in uniform. "You were in World War II?" He noticed pictures of the invasion at Normandy and he wondered if this meant he was there. He saw another picture of the young man and saw that he was in fact there, as somebody had taken a picture of him among his squad behind some defilade.

"Were you at Omahah or Utah?" Asked Gideon, also curious. This was probably one of the things that Ezra and Gideon had in common was their love of war history all though Gideon tended to be more into history involving Jews. It wasn't that he didn't like other history as well he just took pride in his heritage. Ezra on the other hand, being a soldier liked all things war.

"Neither," Stated the older man. "I was at Juno Beach."

"Wasn't that the Brits?" Asked Gideon. "Cause you don't have an accent and the Americans were only at the beaches I mentioned."

"Canada..." Stated the older man as he led them through the gate. "Juno Beach was the first beach the allies took in the invasion. I know. Everyone looked at us as a cowardly country. Everybody has no problem believing America was there and Britain fought longer than either of us but we were there. I had one brother that was in the Dieppe Raid...and our father was at the Battle Of Vimy Ridge. And I fought at Juno Beach..."

"How many of those Nazi pricks did you kill?" Gideon blurted out and Ezra punched him hard on the right arm. "Oww! Shit! Why you gotta be so violent?" Ezra tol d him, "You don't ask a veteran that. They tell you when they're ready. Some never talk about it. You wouldn't understand. You didn't serve in any war," He then said, "Sir, I'd like to thank you for your service to this country. And the world."

The Elder stated, "Don't mention it, kid...now what can I get for ya?"

"I was hoping for an AK-47. Something that's street. Something that somebody would use to kill men like I'm after. The knd of Rifle the men I'm after would use themselves."

"I could get you an AK-47...but iI reccomend the AK-74. It's newer and carries 60 rounds..."

"How much do you want for it?" He asked. "$1000 That's about $500 less than you'd get it normally for. And for a man without a permit, a liscense or US citizenship, that's not a bad bargain."

"I'll take it..." Ezra stated. "And four magazines..."

He paid $570 per magazine. "Come back any time," They exchanged numbers.

As they drove to Rockford, Gideon was wondering about what was going to happen. "This is crazy...I'm about to help you kill people. I can't do this..."

"The time to back out was before...besides you're my backup."

They pulled up to the projects and watched as a black male with light skin wearing a white t shirt a black puffy jacket with fur on it, and stonewashed blue jeans and Hinterlands walked away from the group after exchanging dap with each of them and he got into a silver Patriot. Ezra began to tail him but at a distance. "And who the hell is this guy?"

Ezra reached into the glovebox. "Here...you always said you wanted a piece of the homeland. Well here's something to start you off. I know Archie would rather go somewhere like Vice City or Los Santos before he'd ever go there but i know what it means to you. This isn't a good gun to start you on but if you just hold onto it carefully you'll be fine. If all goes well,I won't need you to fire a shot and I can take you to the range where you can use that properly."

"Jesus Christ, Ezra you're giving me a gun to use...and you want me to keep it on me?!" Ezra sighed. "Am I the only one that's normal? You're a neurotic uptight mess and Archie is a slacker idiot with no social responsibility. And I'm damaged war veteran but I can't be the only one in this family with street smarts. The serial numbers are gone so you don't have to worry about it being traced to you As long as you keep it somewhere no cop could ever catch you with it..."

"That's the other thing, Ezra. This city is liberal. The gun laws here are insane in this state. Do you know what could happen to me, to the business if I get busted with this thing?"

"So you'll hold onto it until you pass the background check for getting a legal one. I'm telling you, it's better to be alive than dead. Your wife and children, who i have still yet to meet by the way, don't need you in prison but they need you dead even less. Just being related to Archie and me is dangerous. So you need to be protected."

They pulled up to an Al Dente's. The man went out. "What the fuck...seriously? This is where they're meeting up? At a family restaurant? An Italian restaurant?"

"Gideon, I'm not even from Waston and I haven't been home to Liberty City in so long but even I know that's not real Italian food."

He said, "We're not going in there to shoot that place up. We're going to wait until that asshole comes out."

He put the radio to 101.1 Mosh FM and the song Dismantle The Dictator by Revocation played. Finally, three more men came out and one of them was Alfredo. "Nigga, how the fuck is you gonna order some shit that's named after you do you know how vain that shit is?" Asked the dread locked gangster who he remembered had called him an Arab. "Nah, I aint come here for the food my nigga. I like them Sicilian girls, mane."

A black male with caramel shaded skin wearing a white t shirt with a silver chain and baggy blue jeans and a Waston Jingoists football cap jeered, "Naw this fool was speaking Spanish at the waitress with the big ass titties up in there. She don't speak Spanish, stupid!"

"Carl, shut up, bro. You don't be knowing. They can understand Spanish cause it's the same language family. You aint cultured and shit, papi. You Americanized. It's a beautiful language and I'm telling you the bitches down in PR look just like that broad up in there."

The guy with the dreads stated, "You know Asia's finna chip your ass if she finds out you been fucking around on here."

"Nigga, stay up outta my business. Matter fact, you know what? I called your ass out here for one reason. You got my motherfukin money?"

"And here I thought you was tryna invite a brotha to eat. Not that I eat that shit anyway homie."

"You just don't appreciate fine dining. You got my bread or what?"

Ezra pulled up alongside them and pulled the slide back on the AK. "Take the wheel..." Ordered Ezra. "As a matter of fact, you just get behind the wheel. You drive, I'll shoot."

Ezra switched seats but Gideon cried out, "This is fuckin crazy! This is in broad daylight!"

"Fine, you little girl. Just drive straight and keep your head down. I'll handle this.'

The car rolled up the street and the black male who had insulted Ezra before regarding his heritage readied his .45 when he saw a vehicle rolling by slow. "Yo yo! Check it out..." The Rockford gangsters turned their eyes to the vehicle but saw nobody in the driivers seat or the passenger seat. "The fuck?!" Cried out Alfredo. "Lorenzo were you followed, dawg?"

"Hell to the no!" The gangster in the white t shirt added, "And here I thought i knew what ghost ride the whip meant!" At the last second Ezra pulled up with the AK out the window. "Meh-toom-tam miz-day-yen!" He screamed as he began to fire out the window.

(Stupid fucker!)

The rounds struck Lorenzo in the right shin and he fell over crying out in pain. Another slug struck the man in the right hand. "FUCK!" Screamed the black male. He aimed at Alfredo firing at him and he ran for cover ducking into the Patriot. "Come on! We outta here! Yo Tre! Call my niggas Tyrese and Lex to get my ride back to the hood! We can't stick around here!" Lorenzo yelled out, "Yo what about me, motherfuckers?!"

Gideon sat up in the seat and as the Patriot sped up to get out of there, the wounded Vespucci Point soldier crawled his way onto the sidewalk leaving a trail of blood behind him. "This aint over motherfucker!" He screamed. Ezra fired after the Patriot and they returned fire. They were shooting back with pistols only. Alfredo ducked down in the ride as the thirty round magazine was emptied at him.

Ezra reloaded and Gideon swerved as the Rockford gangsters fired back at him. Seven rounds hit the windshield and two almost hit each of them. One went just barely over Gideon's head and another narrowly missed Ezra's left ear. Alfredo returned fire out of the window. "Hey, what about the boy Lorenzo?! That's greasy the way we just left him shot up on the block without helping him!"

"Fuck that, loco! We're alive. He's either dead or getting pinched and there wasn't room in his ride for all four of us!" Tre replied, "It's still kinda fucked up to be taking his whip though bruh!"

"Hey he aint using it no more! Get us back to the Ford, man! Get us to the Gentlemen's Junkyard on West Archie boulevard! We can get rid of their bodies there!"

They busted through the gate as it was after hours and Ezra fired striking the man driving with a head shot killing him instantly. He let off twelve rounds at the back seat and he hit the other two men. The Patriot flipped over as it swerved several times and the glass from the windows exploded and the door was knocked off as Alfredo tried to get out. He took a hard tumble out and he took a few rounds in the side. He was wounded and the way he walked showed it and his leg was fucked up from the accident. He fired ten shots at their ride flattening the tires of the front.

"Fuck ya'll!" He cried out. "If i aint making it outta here neither are you, bitches!" Ezra saw the other two gang members were still alive but mortally wounded. The next man, was wearing a gold t shirt and blue baggy jeans, a black male with cornrows bleeding all over as he crawled out. Ezra fired striking him in the chest.

Gideon held the Desert Eagle with discomfort. "This is your chance...this is one of the men that put Archie in the hospital," He told him, "I prepared it for you. All you have to do is pull the trigger. He's dying anyway."

This man had a shaved head with large lips and a white tank top and black jeans. He had a compound fracture in his right thigh and it was bleeding badly. It had to have pierced an artery. "Pl...please...man...! Your motherfuckin cousin...is alive! You'd be killing me for nothing!"

"It's NOT for nothing!" Snarled Ezra. "If we don't kill each and every one of you, including Al, you'll come back for us. This is the only way to be sure you assholes don't ever try and come after him again."

"Bruh...you're gonna accomplish the opposite of what you want, man...!"

"Kill him," He told Gideon. "But...what about Alfredo?"

"He's not going anywhere," He aimed at the black male who had come out from the cover of a pile of junked cars with a fresh magazine and Ezra fired striking him in the left leg and he fell over crawling leaving a trail of blood with him. "AHHHHH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Alfredo roared through his bloody mouth. He turned to Gideon. "He'll wait his turn. Now you need to do this! You came along. You wanted to be a part of this. You have to participate. You have to. Or I'll leave you here to explain the bodies."

"What the fuck...you'd do that to me...? We're supposed to be family!"

Ezra pointed the AK to Gideon's temple. "Gideon, I'll do you one better. I don't take liabilities with me. If you don't kill him, I'll kill you and I'll take my Desert Eagle back. These goy motherfuckers tried to kill Archie. They probably would have if it wasn't for me. You believe in the cause right? Back home? Even though you've never been there. The right to defend ourselves when we're threatened. Well he's threatening us. You kill him."

"Jesus christ, Ezra! Don't do this!" Gideon closed his eyes but he pressed the barrel of the Desert Eagle to the wounded gangster's heart. "You have three seconds...three...two..." Gideon fired and the round went straight through the man's heart killing him instantly. Gideon stepped back shocked. "What have I done...?" He turned pale.

Ezra saw that Alfredo was trying to run away or rather crawl away. He had an idea as he spotted a crane. He ran to the office and busted open the window. He then looked through the keys inside and an alarm went off. He found the crane key and got into it. He began to start it up and operate it. He brought the scooper down as he drove towards brought the tires on Alfredo's legs smashing them in a sickening crunch.

Alfredo shreiked in agony and was unable to crawl any further. Ezra backed up with it and he said, "I'm sorry! You'll have to forgive me! I'm new at driving these things!" He then scooped him up and brought him up in it. "LET ME GO!" Screamed Alfredo. He crushed his body in it and he heard the sickening sound of his bones popping and blood sprayed everywhere.

He let his corpse fall and he saw that his stomach had also been torn open. Among his exposed small intestine and large intestine and his opened up stomach sack, he almost burst out laughing. The food was disgusting but it was undigested and he could tell. He had been eating chicken alfredo. It was rancid but even through the stench of his exposed bowels in the open air, he recognized its smell.

He made his way back to Gideon and said, "Come on. We've got to get out of here. With that alarm set off the cops will be here soon." Gideon backed ip and looked at Ezra. "You...you were gonna kill me! What makes you any better than them?!"

Ezra showed him the magazine. "It was empty. You were never in any real danger. Not with me...I'm sorry...but I had to get you to take that step."

"What...you fucking asshole! I'm not going anywhere with you" Ezra told him, "I would never leave you behind for the cops either but if you don't come with me, they will be here," He went across the street and found a dark blue Cognesetti and he broke in and hotwired it. "Alright...come on..." Gideon got in but he dropped the Desert Eagle on the floor. "I don't want that..."

"What the fuck, man do you think this is any different than King David? Or Joshua? Or better yet, your name sake, Gideon? The sword of the lord and of Gideon. Ring any bells, man? Or are you slacking in studies as much as Archie?"

"This is different. This isn't God's will or to protect the land of milk and honey. This is gangster bullshit! Why would you fuck with me like that? Have me think you'd kill me?!"

"Look, as I said I wasn't going to..."

Gideon snapped, "I had no way to know the gun was empty! You've been gone for years, you sociopath! How do i know you wouldn't do that?!"

"Look, I am SORRY, Gideon. But being a brother to Archie, you may have to see guys like this again. Maybe not these exact guys but still. The AK to your head does teach a lesson. It's them or you. Maybe I went a little too far with that point but...you cant hesitate and fear and the thought of death is a good way to get a man to pull the trigger. And as for gangsters, I am not a gangster. But I will say this. There's a thin line between gangster and soldier. And even in the Torah, there were thieves and robbers.

"Why...why do I have to be like you? A killer for hire?"

"I don't expect that but I do expect you to be willing to kill for your family. Like you said. It's Waston. Your parents were insane to move here. Liberty City, we would have more backup. Now...let's go meet my first cousins once removed, shall we? I have yet to meet them. I feel like you've been holding out on me."

Gideon threw up in the back seat. Ezra scoffed in disgust but he wasn't surprised. "Well, at least it's stolen. Thank you for not getting it on me but I'm afraid if this car should be returned to its owner, the resale value will go down!"

"Dickish...way of going about it aside..." Groaned Gideon. "You did help us out...I've been worried about Archie dealing with those guys...but let's keep it simple when you meet the wife and kids. You're just uncle Ezra. No need to complicate things with the once removed cousin bullshit..."

Ramona

Eastie Barrio Girl

She got herself some new clothes. As she got dressed looking at herself in the changing room trying on a new pair of panties she got a glimpse of the tattoo she had gotten a week and a half ago on her pelvis. She also had a belly piercing in her oval shaped navel a stud at the top and a stud in the hole itself. It was a blue gray flower and on her left hip a much older tattoo that said Marco. She wore a blue pair of shorts and a pink tank top. She left the store and got into the dark yellow Oracle she had stolen. It wasn't a very nice looking car so while the owner might miss it, it wasn't on the Waston PD's top priority. They were more concerned with the high end car thieves.

She made her way back to East Waston since that was where more of the operation was now. She put the radio station to 107.3 Waston Radio Mundo. The song Amarte Mas No Puede by Diomedes Diaz played. Ever since being back from the Air Force, it was good to hear Colombian music again. She stopped at a red light and as she listened to the song, it was cut off by a news broadcast.

"This is Demitrious Johnson, Weazel News. Police are still on the hunt for the suspect in the slaying of a Marabunta gang member in the East Waston neighborhood. The shooting occured just two weeks ago. The phone call was called in on an anonomous phone call. Two Marabunta members, Rodney Solano and Angel Melendez died in the shootout. Neighbors called police when multiple gunshots were heard in retaliation to the initial shots. The suspect was described as a lone Hispanic female about 5'8 in height with black hair..."

They went on to describe what Ramona had been wearing but she sneered. "I aint no Hispanic, chacho. I'm a Latina Colombiana."

She finally got to the neighborhood. "Que chimbas, mija?" Greeted Franco. Hector stood with a sneer wearing a white wife beater. El Buho gave her a hug as well. "That was good work you put in on the Mareos. For that i can knock three grand of Hector's debt. But that's me being generous Most times though, it's going to be a grand a job."

"Only a G?"

"Hey, I'm a business man. Besides, Hector can also do jobs that will knock off some of it. How much gets knocked off each time depends on how big the job is."

"What does he got left?" She asked. "Right now? I'd say about twenty three thousand combined with what you did and what he's done so far. But I have a job that will knock away another grand if you're up for it. It's a big job."

"Then why isn't more of a grand being wiped out?"

"Because this is a job that's going to take more than just you. It's going to take more of us. It wouldn't be fair to give you all the credit for the job when it'll be a team effort. But if you have Hector along for the job, I'll wipe out two grand."

"Then I'm in..." Stated Hector. Ramona objected. "No. I'm doing this to keep you out of trouble. You're still a kid."

"I'M NOT A MOTHERFUCKING KID!" He screamed. "I took care of me when you were gone, not you!"

"I listened to what you said before, Ramona," Stated Franco. "This time, I'm going to go with what Hector wants. And it really is beneficial to him to wipe out another grand."

"What's the risk factor? Will there be bullets?"

"Significant. But we'll keep hermanito safe.I've brought in some old friends from down south and there will be more helping us from Liberty City soon."

Ramona raised her eyebrows. "Liberty, huh? Parceros out there?"

"Si. We've established ourselves in Cerveza Heights. We've had a foothold in that community since the 80's. That used to be a base of operations for the Cali cartel. Now that both the Cali and Meddelin are done for you have paisas from both sides that are out of work Sicarios. Doing the only thing we know how. Colombia is not what it once was it's still dangerous down there but that's because of the have to stick together."

He introduced two black Colombians next to him. The first had sort of a fade style haircut and he had a black leather jacket over a gray sweater and brown next had more of a mini Afro. He was five foot six while the other was five eight. "This is El Hollín and El carbón. They're brothers. They don't speak any English. Only Espanol. They were smuggling shit for us down in Colombia to get back up here and they had to get through Panama to do it."

He then beckoned to a female who was 5'5. She was an old homegirl. Her name was Theresa Gaitana. She was 5'5 and had light brown skin but all the same, Indigenous features, big brown eyes, pink lips a somewhat wide nose and dark brown hair. She wore a black T Shirt with Tom Ayara from Slayer on it and blue bell bottom jeans. The two let out high pitched squeals upon seeing each other and hugged. "Ramona! Como esta?! You look good!"

"Y tu, Theresa! How have you been?"

"Same old same old. Living ghetto fabulous around here. Well you know...barrio fabulous but still."

"So you're a Parcera, too, huh? Chingada..."

"Hey, it's just familia, homegirl. We're looking out for each other. It's just our way of saying homie, right? That don't mean gangster shit. We don't rock colors. Well I mean some of the men do but that's just the flags colors. Nothing wrong with being patriotic."

"But we're in America, no? Mira, my parents didn't want to get sent back there..."

"Look, you can change where you're at but you can't change where you're from. It aint all bad down there. Besides you were in the military..."

"As much as I hate to interupt this girl scout's reunion..." Stated El Buho. "We gotta get ready for the plan."

Franco stated, "This is what we're going to do. It's hard enough dealing with the Salvadorans. Right now us and them are the biggest people contending for el barrio right now but the Mexicans and Puerto Ricans are stilll going to give us trouble. I'd rather we turn up the heat on their problemas than get ourselves into a fourway war."

"So what did you have in mind, hermano?" Asked El Buho. "The Aztecas...they think this is Los Santos. They love their lowriders. Personally, I think it looks trashy. So we're gonna have you dress up as Lords and kill some of them and take one of their lowriders, dressed as an Azteca and bring it back to their spot. Then once you do that, you dress up as Aztecas, the rest of you and go deal with the Lords. The Lords are having a gun deal on Havana Avenue. The Aztecas are having their little bullshit lowrider competition on Monterey street."

In addition to the gang members she had already met she was introduced to other gang members as well. "This is Cassandra, Valeria, Aleida and Athena."

Aleida, a woman of Colombian and Dominican ancestry wore a white sports bra showing off her toned abdomen and white gym shorts. She had darker brown skin and her hair tied back in a ponytail. Valeria, a woman of Colombian and Peruvian ancestry wore a Navy blue blouse and blue jeans and neck length brown hair,Cassandra wore a white jacket over a gray midriff top with red in the middle and a pair of intentionally patterned black jeans with white blots on them. Athena wore a yellow blouse with a Catholic rosary bead around her neck that was red green black brown and hair was brown and shoulder length and she had brown skin light in hue. She was Colombian and Puerto Rican.

Each of them was given wepons and a set of yellow clothes and a set of teal clothes to change in to. Ramona found herself in a Las Veturas Bandits baseball cap on backwards and a Liberty City Rampage jersey with a yellow bandanna to put over the top of her face and a black one for the bottom. Theresa wore the same but with a Bandits jersey and a Rampage hat on forward and the bandanna colors invertted. They all wore variations of Spanish Lord colors. The females got into a dark gray econiline van, a burrito, while the men got into a gold Baller SUV with spinners on it. Though Franco was not coming along, he observed the two men of African descent in the SUV along with Hector and El Buho. "Yeah...you look the part,"

They were headed to a community that was just 6 minutes outside Waston known as Chalk Warf. It was a city that the Aztecas were based in but the Aztecas therey also tended to do business within the city limits. "So what are these scrapas doing in our city any motherfuckin way?" Demanded Cassandra. "The Lords I get they've been on the coast for some time now but Liberty is a lot closer than LS."

"Probably not long," Ramon stated. "But who knows? Most of these nation wide types aint been here more than a generation or two."

"What do you know about that shit?" Demanded Cassadra. "You left the city from what I heard. Hector stayed behind. Your hometown is the Air Force as far as I see it...Girl bye!" She said with a dismissive move of her hand. Ramona looked at her and said, "First off, you don't know me or how I roll or where I'm from. Ask El Buho. I'm from right around here. If you got a problem we can pull this van over..." She began to take her earrings out. Theresa stopped it from escalating. "Calmate! It's not a big deal anyway! Plus a lot of the project crews look at us like we're the new kids on the block cause our shit is as new as these outta town btches but at least we're homegrown..."

A blunt was being passed around as Athena drove. "It's not really homegrown though since it's in Liberty and Franco's got connects out there too..." Stated Ramona. "Unless you wanted to say we're homegrown in both towns."

"Yeah I do say that," Aleida said taking a hit. "Cause it don't matter this aint LC and that they got more Colombianas. So what? There's about 7000 Colombianos y Colombianas in this state and most of them stay right around the same hood. East, baby girl! And if the Lords can sit there acting like they can pop up on the map in two different places and still be independent without anybody saying Liberty City is just dick riding Carcer City, then we can do the same. Cause we aint mainstream like Aztecas and Lords. We're just some chingonas sticking together."

"That's true..." Stated Theresa. "Parcero aint a gang. We're really just looking out for each other. I know that real gangs really say that shit all the time too but we're the underdogs. We aint loud like the South Siders or the Soul Nation. But if people want problems, they'll get more than they can you guys need to respect my girl Ramoma okay? Cause she went up into Marastown without any fea and she lit up two of those bitches."

"Two bodies? That aint shit..." Stated Athena. "Yeah but do you go and do that by yourself behind enemy lines?" Demanded Ramona. "Surrounded by tattooed pandilleros with machetes with nothing but a single pistol and your own cora to back you up? Matter of fact, when's the last time any of you went solo on a mission?"

The question was met with silence. "Exactly. I rest my case..." Ramona said snatching the weed from Cassandra. "Yeah but hold up, do't the Air Force ot other planes backing them up?" Demanded Athena. "Yeah sometimes we do sometimes we don't. Sometimes it only takes one plane. There was a time last year when there was just two of us but the other plane got shot down."

"So what did you do out there? You bombed terrorists or civilians or both?" Asked Ramona could answer, they pulled up to the lowrider competition. "Damn, some of these muchachos are fine!" Cried out Valeria. "Hell yeah!' Cried out Theresa. "Don't let Franco hear you say that..." Stated Cassandra. "I'm just saying! Maybe we can just kill all the bitches, and most of their hombres and just spare the cute ones..." Stated Theresa. Ramona laughed. "You two are crazy! Where the hell would we keep them?!"

"We'd find a way!" Stated Theresa. "I'm serious! In war men took women as captives. Why can't we take men as captives? Just tie them up in a basement for some captive dick when I don't feel like using a dildo..." Valeria laughed at that and said, "We could keep them in a cage. Or an underground well. It rub the lotion on my skin or else it gets the hose again!" The two Colombianas laughed at that. "Yeah, right?" Valeria said. "That one in the turquoise. I bet he gives massages. Think he's the type that'll rub my feet? Ellos guapo!"

"Which one, idiotas?!" Ramona said. "They're all dressed that way."

A lot of the girl that were in skimpy bikinis and either short daisy duke shorts or thongs were shaking their big asses. Ramona wasn't sure if they were Lowrider magazine models or if they were actually from the varrio. "Shit, they got Mexicanas and Guanacas in their shaking their butts. Why no South Americanas? They got north and central..." Stated Theresa as she readied a Skrorpion. "Yeah, that's discrimination."

Ramona rolled her eyes. "Well, you perras can go over there and ask if you can model for them or you can help me do what we're supposed to."

"Wait, maybe we can use that to our advantage..." Stated Athena. "Change back to your clothes. Maybe we can really catch them slipping that way!" They did exactly that walking over. They were dressed in more Azteca hoochie clothing with overalls and a white mdriff top and blue bandanna for Theresa and a teal button up shirt for Valeria over a black t shirt which she also lifted up and then did the button over just where the black shirt stopped a few inches over her stomach. She lowered her khakis so that her underwear showed, a white g string. As soon as they came along, they recieved whistles from the men and hard glares from the women. "Hey mija, you like these rides? Where you from, eh? Tu eres Aztecas?"

"East Waston, papi. Soy Colombiana."

One of the lowrider girls glared a woman with high up hair. "Where the fuck in East Waston? Cause I'm from out there and you aint from my part of the East."

"Sadie, chill out, esa!" Stated the male driving a gold Savannah. He wore a dark blue and black plaid button up shirt and black khakis and he wore a black bandanna under a brown fedora and had light brown skin and a handle bar mustache and stood at five eight looking to be in his late 20s. "Hey hop in...there's room for two more..."

Now they were making their move and the SUV was there too. Hector was carrying a Mossberg 935 and he fired it out the window. "Amor de rey!" He screamed striking one of the Aztecas in the back, a Chicano male of about six feet wearing a white wife beater an a Pounders cap on to the side. The man went down as the Colombian youth fired the semi auto shotgun. "Careful with that thing, hermano!" Warned El Buho as he fired an M4 Carbine out the window striking two Azteca males and two females who were lowrider girls down. "She shoots like a champ! Be sure to fire it from the waist not the shoulde or you'll fuck your tendon up!" The next shot accidentally hit a bystander a female lowrider girl who was not a gang member and was outside a gray Chino. She fell as one of the shots hit her in the back hind left leg. "Fuck!" Screamed one of the Aztecas as he fired back.

Now it wa time for the Parceras to make their move. As the two Colombian nationals who did not speak English also fired with El Carbon firing a 9mm out the window as he drove while the other fired at them with an Uzi mowing four Azteca males down. Theresa and Valeria fired their own Berettas which were suppressed as they hopped out of the lowriders. Ramona came across the way armed with a Remington 870 she had been given. The bystandards that had just come there to enjoy the Mexican American car appreciation took off or ducked behind cover wherever they could find it.

"Fuck the Ass Takers!" Screamed Hector. "Lord Love, Almighty!" The Aztecas returned fire and the Parceros and Parceras took cover. "East Waston is ours, puto!" Screamed El Buho. They returned fire with anger but the Parceros and Parceras were too dug in and well hidden. Theresa and Valeria unloaded from within taking down five Aztecas as they moved towards Ramona's position. The Aztecas tried to converge on Ramona and three shots narrowly missed her head but she fired striking a female Azteca with a 9mm in the chest. "I saw that shit, pendeja! Nice try!" Ramona readied the shotgun again aiming this time at the male Azteca who had hit on the two Parceras. She fired hitting him in the right side on his rib cage but though much of the blast was stopped by his ribb cage as not as many pellets got through, the damage was still done as he collapsed with a punctured lung from what pellets had gotten through and pieces of rib broken and poking into his already bleeding lung. "You should have brought a few Tec 9's, bitches!" Ramona yelled.

With that, they decided to take their leave. What remained of the Aztecas fired at them and El Buho fired his M4 striking all but one lowrider to take the tires out. Ramona got into the Savannah and took off in it. "Hija de puta! Mi caro!" Screamed one of the Aztecas. They took off down the street. As she drove out of there, she got a call. It was El Buho. "Alright, you got the car. Drop in by Bob's over on Mahogany Avenue. He's gonna wire that shit to blow."

She took it to exactly where she was told. El Buho was there waiting. He stated, "Hector's with us on this one too. We're going after the Lords while the other two get rid of the SUV."

An italian American opened the garage door for Ramona to park it inside. Buho walked up with a wad of money tied in a rubber band and handed it over. "Bob, this is Ramona. She's from our neighborhood. Ramona, if you ever need something rigged to blow, Bob here is your guy. He's with the Paganelli Family."

The man offerd his hand. She shook it and he kissed her hand. Bob was about five ten with a long brown ponytail and a brown leather jacket over a black sweater and brown jeans and black shoes. He had pale skin yet there was a darkness to his features at the same time. "Si, Bell. But call me Roberto."

"Okay... to meet you. You think you can rig this thing to blow?"

"I know i can. Just give me few hours and I'll have it ready."

With that, he began to work. They waited six hours. Finally, it was time to go. She began to drive the Savannah out of there. El Buho was riding with her. He showed her how to hit the switches so that she could blend in. He told her, "Pull over there, that yellow house on Sycamore."

They pulled up and he handed her the detonator. The Aztecas were drinking and smoking in the yard and the driveway. A man with a dark blue hat on and a white t shirt and brown khakis. "Tu sabes...i that shit that just went down a few hours ago...that was the Lords, ese. We should go help them. They're our carnales. The Puerto Ricans made a move. It'd be fucked up if we left them without any help."

"We're going to, bro. But we wait. Hitting them back this soon, they'll be expecting it. Cause you know...wait what the fuck...?" The cholo noticed Ramona pulling up. They got out. "The fuck? You know where you're at?!"

"Hey aint that Diego Mendez's ride?" They withdrew Handguns aiming at Ramona and El Buho. Ramona knew they had to get out of the blast radius. She held up the detanator and hit the button. They took off and one of the Aztecas did fire past their heads almost hitting them but they soon realized far too late what was about to happen. The car exploded taking half the house with it. The gangsters who had drawn on them were caught up in the blast radius and their arms and legs were blown sky high. Ramona's ears rang. They were both thrown to the ground. They spotted a dark blue Admiral with a Chicano man driving it with his Buho aimed his Rifle at the window of the car forcing the man and woman out. "Move your ass, manito!" They got out running. Hector walked up to two wounded gangsters, both had been wounded by debris. They both looked about his age. One even resembled the young Colombiano. He aimed his shotgun at the first, pulling the trigger blowing the back of his head off. The next was aimed at the wounded man that looked like him. He fired striking him in the chest.

As they got out of the area, driving away, "It's my call on this since Franco put me on the operation for this shit. I say we wait a few days for hitting the Lords. We're too hot right now."

"That's fine by me..." Stated Hector. Ramona looked in shock at her younger brother. Despite what she thought, this wasn't the first time he had killed anybody. He had done that while she was gone and she hadn't been around to stop it. Or at least see who it was. "Come on, Buho. Why did you really reschedule this shit?"

The Colombian gangster showed her a text. "The Lords rescheduled their meeting for another day after what happened. Theyre changing where it's gonna be too. So until I know where it is, we can't do shit."

Ali

Ghetto Fatwa

They rolled through Rockford on their way to the rival neighborhood. "You sure you cool with this, man? I know you uh...found God and all inside and it has been a minute since you touched down on the streets. I mean with all that time you been locked up and then they got you laid up in tthe hospital it's like even all this time you been out you aint really been out."

"Yes..." The half African American half Cape Verdean stated.. "The police haven't caught him and i don't understand it. They're so quick to lock us up in their prisons for every law under the sun but when it's time to lock somebody up that needs to be locked up...somebody that would kill a young man and his girlfriend and their child...the Waston Police are nowhere in sight! So i have to do this..."

"Yeah about that..." G Nite said. "I ait saying the pigs aint crooked as corkscrews but they really have been cutting down on shootngs of unarmed suspects. Been like ten years since they had one but the only thing is it aint exactly like niggas in the projects walk arond naked so when they do jam us up they find the heat we got on us but they don't understand we trying to protect ourselves from the you already know they don't give a fuck about some ghetto boy laid out. When they arrest motherfuckers they don't even do it cause they care they just find the law convienient to lock us up. They want us dead but they also want the winner of fights in jail. I don't know what they want more between the two."

"I know. And the fact that caital punishment is illegal must kill them inside. Then they'd be for enforcing the law."

"And just make him another cog in the machine? Another laborer for the prison industrial complex? No. I won't do that. It's perpetual slavery especially as a lifer without parole in a state that outlawed the death penalty. One one hand that's a beautiful thing but on the other hand, somebody who murders a man a woman and an innocent child deserves to be put to death. Both by God's laws and man's. He would be costing tax payers money too. It's not just justice to kill him. It would be mercy too."

"Yeah but that's only mercy if the five oh are after him and hit him with that L and that''s not promised, homie. But if you did get him put inside we could have some partnas inside poke his ass."

"Either way, I can't rely on anybody else to handle my business for me. I brought my son into this world and they took him out so now they have to have the same thing done to them. There was once a time when I would have asked if this man fits my code of death or not but now it doesn't even matter."

"What's the code of death?" Asked Bulldog. G Nite explained, "Back in the day when me and Ali would set it off before he went all Quranic on me, he still had his own code and would say that while somebody like me might consider if somebody got kids that might be something to consider when you decide if you want to grease them or was the opposite of other niggas around the way in that he would kill a motherfucker ESPECIALLY if they had a kid in fact he'd spare somebody who didn't have a kid over somebody that did."

"Why?" The others wanted to know. "Even though I hadn't converted yet, I still was taught the religion by my father when he was alive. He told me that even in the instance of fighting against the government when he was a Panther, there was a difference between killing and murder.. He said we have a right to kill our oppressors it says so in the Quran even."

"So what that got to do with offing niggas with kids?"

"It's because in the Quran it says that to save a life is to save the world but to unjustly take a life it's like murdering the whole world. We believe this because of the story of Cain and Able. Since the whole world descended from the Garden of Eden it could have been the end of humanity as we know if when Cain killed his brother. The first murder was a lot more dire than now but we don't forget what it symbolizes. If Cain hadn't had children's of his own and if Adam and Eve hadn't had Seth it's as if we would have been lost. When you kill a man or a woman you're not just killing them. You're killing every child they might have and every child their children might have."

He paused. "Think about Ghenghis man has at least thirty seven million descendants. One man can create so many family lines. Where as if I was to kill a man who already procreated, then at least his legacy will live on. That was how I rationalized it. I took what my father taught me about morality and twisted it so I could do what I wanted. I gave myself an excuse to murder."

"Goddamn!" Bulldog joked. "All this time people been thinking niggas in the hood be dead beat daddies and shit who knows maybe it was Ali who been knocking them off. Maybe that's why all these babies daddies aint never retured from the store getting cigarettes!"

They pulled up and put masks on. Ali was given a .44 Desert Eagle G Nite had a Mossberg 500 while Bulldog had a Micro Uzi. The gangsters were smoking weed and posing in front of the camera. A gang member wearing a burgandy do-rag and a black t shirt with scrawny arms and baggy black jeans was flashing several hundred dollar bills.

"See the way I feel? Fuck those Vespucci Point bitches. We the only niggas out here getting money. You know how we do. Cherry Park original hood. We're the realest in the motherfucking Ford. You know what they call Rockford in the motherfucking suburbs? Glockford and that's real. We got dat bomb kush, we got all the bad bitches round the way and we stay grinding. Me and my niggas right there. And if anybody wants something?" He pulled out a .45 to show off for the camera. "We blast em!"

With a loud bang, the man's face imploded blowing blood all over the stack of cash and the camera man. The Camera man backed up crying out, "Oh shit!" As brain matter got into his eyes. G Nite fired his shotgun at a Cherry Park gangster wearing a white t shirt, a puffy silver coat and baggy jeans with light brown skin and curly hair. The blast struck the man in the abdomen and he fell over crying out in pain.

Ali aimed for a gang member with a black wife beater and baggy gray jeans who wore a burgandy bandanna in his pocket. He fired striking the man twice in the chest and he fell over coughing up blood unable to talk as he choked on blood and the massive holes opened up his chest cavity. "WHERE'S THE MAN WHO KILLED MY BOY?!" Demanded Ali. Four other Cherry Park gangsters grabbed guns, two grabbed Handguns, one grabbed a 20 gauge and one grabbed a .22 Rifle but Bulldog wasted no time firing a barrage of rounds at the four men striking them down and he seemed to hit most of them in the waist.

Bulldog reloaded from cover as the four men fell and more gangsters came firing on the three men. Ali spotted a man racking an itchaca so he fired from a crouched position striking the man in the small of his back. The powerful round exited the man through his bladder and he shrieked falling forward. One gangster, a dark skinned black male in a black do-rag wearing a gray sweater and black track pants took a few shots at him but his pistol jammed on him. Ali fired striking him in the right foot knocking him down and disarming him. "Where is the man that killed J Bird from Vespucci Point?"

"I don't know...man? Fuck you bitch! YOU SHOT MY FOOT!" Ali pointed the barrel towards his crotch. "It can always get worse, my young brother. I don't want to kill you but I'm bringing the wrath of God on the man who killed my son!"

"He aint here!" Ali demanded, "How do you know?!"

"Cause that's that nigga Deshawn, man! He was one of the niggas that did that shit i don't know who else did it."

"If you know this, how do you know he's not here?!"

"Cause he just got snatched up for grand theft auto...please, man that's all I know..." Bulldog fired a burst of rounds into the youngster's chest. "Why did you do that?!" Demanded Ali. "He was just telling me what i needed to know!"

"He said his name's Deshawn and he's inside, man! Niggas probably lying anyway."

G Nite dropped two' more men on the way to the getaway car. Bulldog approached one of the downed gangsters who was also trying to rap. "You think this a rap video, nigga? You know what happens to rappers that think they gangsta?!" He fired a burst into the man's stomach, a young light skinned black male of Puerto Rican and Cape Verdean ancestry. "Look at you!" He screamed at the youth as he coughed blood. "You got guns and all that?! Man give me this motherfucking shit..." He took the dropped wad of money. Three of the hundred dollar bills had blood on it. Were it not for that, the money they were waving would have bee a thousand dollars. He kicked the dying man in the side. "Motherfuckng bitch getting blood on my money? Wrong kinda ink, nigga!"

The return fire from the Cherry Park gangsters hit the two front tires as G Nite was driving towards Ali and Bulldog. "Fuck!" He cried as he crashed and got out his neck injured from whip lash. "We gotta get another ride!" Just then, a dark green Willard crashed into a Cherry Park gangster just as he was about to draw down on them. It was Kenard from Vespucci Point. "Come on, my niggas! i just ame to join in but ya'll bitch asses started the parry without me? I should leave ya ass here!" With that, Ali, G Nite and Bulldog got into the new getaway car and the crippled gangster had dropped the AK but there was no time to grab it. They tore up the block.

Distressed, Ali stated, "This accomplished nothing. I'm still only just now being able to walk again and i still need a cane until i can get the hang of it. And we just killed a bunch of young men and gained nothing."

Bulldog held up the $700. "I wouldn't say nothing homie..."

"Even so...the information we gained might be wrong like you said."

"Well we got peeps on the inside, man..." Stated G Nite. "I can have my boys in there check on that name for ya see if anybody by that name from Cherry is by that name. I mean...I know having some niggas hit him with a banger in there aint what you had in mind but it might could be the best we can do naw what i mean?"

"No...if that's true then I'll wait. I don't care how long it takes. This Deshawn is mine..."

G Nite told Bulldog, "Give Ali thatpaper man."

"What?" G Nite said, "You heard me. Consulation prize for not getting the answer he wanted. He's an G, dog. We all gotta pay our dues. He and I had to do that when we was coming up too."

Bulldog reluctantly gave the money up. "We can talk about it all later, we'll find out and let you know," G Nite said. "For now you should lay low for a bite and then go see your family. You still got another son and a daughter. Life can still be good for you, bro."

Cameron

He was borrowing a Red Infernu. He was taking the young woman for a night on the town to a nice resteraunt. Allison was dressed to the nines in a sparkling red dress that showed off her shoulders and cleavage and she had her hair down an pink lip gloss. He had on a casual but nice black sports jacket over a light blue shirt and black slacks. He held the door open. "How ya doing? You look good..."

"Thanks..." She said with a smile. "You do too."

"Alright well what do ya say we paint the town red?" She got in and as she sat down he couldn't help but notice her shapely ass. "Nice car..." She said as he got in. "This police issue?" She said with a bit of teasing in her tone or rather sarcasm. "Maybe not but hey, everybody's got their vices..."

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That's it for this chapter. Next chapter will show more of Cameron's date with Allison Trueblood and yes i got permission from Zilla to show that since Waston is her hometown and this is before Mark.

Julian Diaz is the visual basis for El Carbon and Leandro Firmino is the visual basis for El Hollin. Their roles in this is similar to the smugglers in the Colombian film Sucio Manos.

Paula Garcés is the visual basis fo r Theresa Julissa Bermudez is the visual basis for Aleida, Cassandra is visually based on Carmen Villalobos, Valeria is visually based on Monica Sanchez and Aimee Garcia is the visual basis for Athena.

As far as the hitting up of the Aztecas and Lords this is a theme we've seen with rockstar before hitting two gangs and having them turn on each other and it's been recycled many times over but I decided to go for a different take on it which is what if they did the same thing but they didnt hit both gangs the same day? And when the Parceros and Parceras will pretend to be Aztecas and hit the Lords let's just say it will be done in a way that will make it even more convincing.

As far as Ezra hitting Alfredo it's the long awaited death and because Zilla kept saying Alfredo is a name he only heard in reference to Chicken Alfredo I decided to break the 4th wall. And have that be his last meal. I meant to say it was a forklift or those dump truck type things that lift him up not a crane but I can fix that later the point is he got ripped apart.

As for Luke, he's visually based on the late actor Jimmy Sherman who is in so many movies too many to count that i've seen. And Darian is visually based on Joseph Daniel Avila.

haven't decided on Ezra's aunt just yet.

As far as Ali's moral rationality that he used to have about killing somebody with kids as opposed to without them, it may seem kind of fucked up and it's not my own moral view of that but at the same time i could see somebody using that as a rationalization in a way and while it may be morally wrong fom a stand point of being correct vs incorrect or rather logically, Ali's not wrong. Yeah, that's what it is. He's morally wrong but logically right.

I wont say what it is Ramona and the others will do as far as what will make their Aztecas hit on the Lords more convincing but let's just say it's something I wish Rockstar would do if they're going to keep insisting on recycling Two Bit Hit and Waka Gashira Wipeout.

Anyway, until next time