Concrete Jungle

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

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

90. Wa'keweientehtà'ne

Maiflower

She had to check in on T Mart soon but for the time being she was also checking in on Mahana and Ulu. She couldn't check on them the way she had before. She had to rest up so they were sumnoned to her place in Pacific Bluffs. She also was there for Clayton who was still banged up but still healing. She'd had him brought there. He had been paid for his participation and Mai and Gina gave him some of the ,money as a consulation prize for his wounds.

She was at Ulu's house with Clayton and he was smoking a very strong blunt which he and Ulu were passing as was the wounded Gina. "I can't believe you shot Lamar Davis, cuz. That was some stupid shit to do you know that right?"

Ulu sneered. "Nigga, fuck CGF bitches. Lamar brought it on himself. You know the homies from back in the day the big homies told me I should have never got paper with that nigga? But I was all about the money and putting it over set tripping."

Mahana exhaled blowing smoke. "For real. Plus we all thought it was cool since him and Franklin started Forum Gangsters it's it's own thing but it';s really just Lamar being stupid. They'll never be CEO's in this lifetime."

"Frankln kinda already is. It aint on him LD's a fuckin loser..." Growled Gina.

"Yeah but how longs that gonna last that dudes got enemies a mile long. I just know if any CGF pussies come around here they get chipped off, homes. I'm done with them and all their bullshit. Sometimes the old ways die hard, cuz! I aint even check to make sure Lamar was dead but I hope he is. He put our asses on the line and didn't lift a finger to help."

"If that happens..." Gina began. "If he tries to get Forum Gangsters or CGF we could lose a lot of people both our hoods so we gotta back each other up on this shit..."

She looked out at the beach. "I just hope none of our enemies ever find THIS safehouse. I'll look out for each of you the best I can but we just need to hope none of us were followed. Lee helped me...again..."

"Where's your guardian angel with the shotgun, homie?" Asked Mahana eyeing Mai.

"He had to go back to New Arcadia. I was involved in some of the shit down there remember? Longer than I should have been. I should have taken out that piece of shit when I had the chance. I tried but I should have came heavy."

"The cops are looking for that white boy that did this to you," Clayton informed Mai. "You probably already knew that but I'm just saying from that fight he left a lot of his DNA there and they were able to make it look like a self defense case to you with the pigs but...that motherfuckers like the House Stalker."

Ulu's eyes were red from the weed. He admitted, "Reading about the shit that fool did to all those women on the east coast? I's like to get my hands on that coward motherfucker. But I don't even care if one time catches that punk. He needs to be off the street and strapped row, baby. Anything less than that isn't justice. They need to execute more white boys as it is."

"He'll die someday..." Mai winced as she took the oxy that Paul had given her "On the house" from one of his drug labs. He told her to only use it for pain when he dropped in. When she had been in sirgery he had visited her and even been respectful.

As she put her hands over her face and reclined back. She wondered where he was at the moment but she was not willing or able to go look. She hoped he was at least smart enough to stop picking fights with her.

"So what;s the deal? you suddenly care about me again? I got you out of prison, that wasn't enough. I didn't stand in your way when you killed Lucifer, Tanaka and Flash. Then just before I almost die you sent me a symbol of you being at war with me."

"Your brush with death made me realize this isn';t worth it. I was betrayed...and I saw you as no different when I found out you were with the government."

"If you were worried about me being the one to lock you up I wasn't after you. Your dad had some red flags about his background but he wasn't a problem for the government...but I know he was with you."

She looked at him directly her gaze catching his and forcing him into a stare down. "Even if you don't make a move on me here what's to stop you from telling the Vagos or Aztecas where I am? There's a price on all our heads."

"Yeah. I'm here to tell you one thing. I don't see a reason to shoot the messenger. That tomahawk...it's for the Agency. I'm still at war with them but it doesn't have to be against you."

"There's people in the Agency that want you dead. I don't. But it isn't good that you're here either."

"Your Rakeni'ha isn't active anymore. He walked away."

"Yeah he's not supposed to know any of what he does these days but he still has contacts in the field willing to talk to him about what's going on. You know..Tanaka started off as one of his assets...I tol;d you that, right?"

"Yeah. That probably says something about both of them."

Ulu walked up wincing but he carried a .357 Desert Eagle and he had it aimed for Paul. "Who the fuck are you and how you get up in here?"

"You think I don't know how to get past security systems? I am my fathers son."

"Every man is their fathers son don't tell me who you are though!"

Mai interceded, "He's cool, Ulu put it away."

"I know who he is. Remember that bad blood you wwre telling me about? This motherfucker kidnapped you and made you watch a human sacrifice. That's some sick shit. I say we dead his ass right here."

Paul knew he would hold off because of Mai not wanting shots popped off in her dad's safehouse. Or maybe not. He didn't care. He stepped forward and grabbed the pistol and the Samoan guy ready to fight with one hand but Pau's grip was strong.

When he realized he was just pulling him closer top force him to pull the trigger, he was shocked by this. "Do it. DO IT!" He barked. The gang membr pulled back to try and take the pistol and pistol whip him but Paul let go of the gun and let the Samoan's own weight be a force of gravity and he staggered back.

He then kicked the gun from his hands and he gave him a kick to the chest. The big Samoan crashed into the coffee table and shattered it. "Fuck, man!" Cried Ulu as his right arm was bloodied and his back was as well. Mai growled, "are you fuckin serious?! That's my grandma's coffee table!" She barked.

"Then you can blame this fat piece of shit for that. I'm sorry about your coffee table. I really am. But things are just things. Would you like it better if I decorated the walls with Keiko the Whale's brains?"

"Fuck you!" Growled Ulu. "I seen your pictures when you first got to LS your ass was fat too!"

"Key word, WAS. You ever been to the pen?"

"Yeah i did time out in Blaine county."

"Guess you spent more time at canteen than the gym."

She sighed. "You know what? Water under the bridge. I should have used my piece but it was just as likely Patrick would have used that on me. If you didn't declare war on me the old school way, I wouldn't have had that much of a chance against Patrick. I underestimated him. And Lee and Neto saved me."

"Glad to hear it. I'm needed back in T Town. The punks that killed Ray...we gotta get our pound of flesh from him."

"I don't think you should head back..." She stated. "Let the Warriors handle things without you for a change."

"what is out here that could be worth that?"

"you can't be as hands on. Not if you want to be at the top. Even somebody in second place. That makes you more vulnerable. The RCMP will want to bust you just to bust Sheppard. They'll think he's the catch but you're the real brains behind the operation."

"Well it doesn't matter how much we have your help. IAA tried to kill me and there's only so much you could have got me outta trouble with the crown..."

"You're right... But I think you're scared to let them try and handle something on your own. You got those ex army dudes to take care of things. I'll try and do what I can on my end to make sure the Agency doesn't try to kill you again...just stay here for now...please..."

"If I stay, i'd better stay with Neto."

"He's got a kid and a woman living with him. It's not like when you first got out there."

"Yeah...i know...the world's moving on...but i'll find a motel outta the way. I can get a burner and hit you on it if you need me to be somewhere today..."

"Just...please...look I know none of the rest of you want to hear it but...Paul's the best bet for me surviving the next week or so. I know you felt betrayed by me but..I had no idea they'd send mercenaries after you."

"That';s not likely. Out of everything you could have said...you said the one thing I know can't be must have had a suspicion at least."

"K:or..." She began addressing him in the way he preferred. "You knew we were having a split in the Agency. A real internal war and it is bloody. We're just now...seeing the damage that's being done."

"Yeah but that's the problem, Mai. I know Merryweather came at me and Dawn. I didn't have time to d a little questioning. They forced my hand and I had to kill them then and there. But all the bodies that came at me they were all heavy duty veterans. Between all the ones that came at me there was four military branches between them and all of them ended up in Merrweather. Not one of them served less than two tours. I should be dead. They sent the best at me."

"i guess Merryweather's best wasn't good enough."

Gina offered her hand to Paul. "We haven't officially met but I know who you are through I used to see you back when you were cool with the Families. I just aint know that was you but i spent many nights in the Chamberlain Hills hood...I'm Gina Li."

"K:or..."

"I like that name."

"It's just Paul translated."

"Well i like K:or better for what it's worth," She said with a smile and a widening of her eyes.

Me too but I don't give a shit what you think, bitch. I don't associate with Families dick riders. Not even as allies. Not now. Not ever.

He decided then and there that he was going to have to deal with Sun Kang too. he decided this even as he looked at Gina's face ad shook her hand. in a previous life, he would have been all over her. He'd gone to school with some Asians but there wasn't that many in Bohan but he eventually went to Broker to go to High School at one point. He actually went to three different High Schools and graduated a year late.

Even though he had it in mind to deal with the pieces of shit that killed Ray, he was going to let the Warriors handle it.

"So you really don't got no love for us mayates even though you used to want to be one?" Demanded Clayton.

"That's what getting shot by an enemy setup by who you thought was your homies making it so you take a fall. Then all the shit I went through back in Bohan. So yeah. I don't deny my dark nature. And in this line of work, morals don't have too much place here."

"Nah, fool see I heard about the shit you did when you touched down on the yards. You acted like a crash dummy, fool. Then you start slashing the right people so the Ese's gave you a pass. And Mai told me how you killed that Angel, that dude from your opps up there plus the biker. And Flash from CGF? So I know you know how to fight. Which makes the fact that you had one of your soldiers hit up a crowd full of innocents that much more bitch made. From what I hear the dude you had do it didn't even want to do it."

"That aint the first order he ever took that he didn't like and whoever has been talking to you needs to watch their fuckin mouth. Nobody likes a snitch. You're right. I was figuring some shit out."

"So those innocent folks had to be clapped so you could do soul searching? I'd respect it if you came at the Da Nang Boyz or the Families or Ballas or whoever on some street shit. Even if you blasted on every brother slinging in the hoods of LS like the Vagos tried doing, it'd be fucked up but it'd be all in the game."

"Well you have to break some eggs to make some omelets. When you think about it, i carry their legacy. They really are my captive souls in the afterlife! It wasn't fate that decided their number was up. It was ME. I am death."

"I thought Neto was death?" Chuckled Gina.

"Death takes many everybody Neto killed he's the grim reaper. To everybody I sent to the other side it's the same thing.I became a student of Death and then I became Death."

"Well I know this shit, motherfucker. Those Aztecas better stay the fuck in their lane in Cypress Flats. Some of those scrap bitches tried moving into the Beach after the homies from before already chipped the Aztecas set out here. We don't like them fools from LS bringing their cliques to the Beach. They got their car in the pen we got ours. Bad enough we got the East Side Va Ho's on our dicks."

"Judging from the way you look, I'd say you're somebody who hasn't followed his own advice. You want to look at me as some kind of traitor but you bitches got hurt after attacking the Vagos. You're lucky you aint dead. That's two of you fools from the east side of the beach and you're both full of holes. You're lucky it;s not the morgue."

"Those Vaginos aint got nothing on me...they can't scrap for shit either fuckin midgets are never taller than five four. Maybe they should start wearing them gay ass cowboy boots those chuti motherfuckers wear...should at least get those punks up to five seven!" Sneered Ulu.

"Yeah but they can shoot. And jump motherfuckers. That's why both the Ese's and the Brothers don't wanna see fuckin Usos cause we're deadly with our hands..." A gangster sneered.

"You don't have a reputation as somebody with good hands. You're known to be a shooter. You remind me of all the gangsters back in Liberty City that'd be as big as me, sometimes bigger but they'd be so scared to lose a fight they'd just jump people."

"Homie fuck Liberty City! If I can survive in South Central even though motherfuckers from the beach are at war with them fools then I can handle some bitch ass city like Liberty City."

"You just might not survive this one..." Paul warned him. He beckoned to the window. "My boys are set up outside. If you give me any shit they got orders to come here and lay out everybody BUT Mai."

"I don't think Khoi will appreciate you shooting up his crib, man...he'll put a foot up that ass and I don't care how bad you think you are or who you killed...you aint besting Khoi in a hand to hand. He trained Tanaka and Tanaka trained you."

"And Tanaka's gone. You think I can't handle some broke down old man?"

Mai chuckled. "If you think that you're in for a mistake."

"No because I wouldn't fight with him. I'd just shoot..."

"PAUL!" Barked Mai. "If you really care about me for old times sake you won't threaten my dad or my friends..."

"I'm sorry..." He sighed. "Merryweather taking shots at me and Dawn hasn't helped wit the paranoia lately."

"Where is she?" Asked Mai.

"I cant tell you that. It's uh./...classified."

"Can't or won't?" Demanded Mai.

"Won't."

"It wouldn't happen to be somewhere in South Central would it?" Being very aware of his expressions, he answered, "No."

To distract her from trying to use any part of their conversation to get a reading he added, "Why in fucks name would I pick South LS?"

"That was the Familes and Ballas on the west side that screwed you over. You got friends in Rancho. It's not safe there and with everything that's going on especially with the IAA I'm not sure anywhere is safe. Even any safe houses that I could take you to that you don't know about. But at least those houses aren't in the middle of a war zone."

"Except that if somebody knows my exact location other than you they could come exactly where I am."

"Paul you helped save my life...the other DNB's... They told me what you did when I was in and out of consciousness cause of the surgery. You changed my dressing."

"Yeah well all i did was leave a tomahawk. From what I heard Neto and Wari did the helping."

"Wari...? Who is Wari?"

"Mary..." He said with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes at the jab at Lee. "Something I don't get though. Why'd you move them here? The two Usos and the DNB fucker?"

"We got sprayed, man..." Mahana complained. "The Ese's weren't giving up without a fight. You must have dropped your flag cause if you was still repping Vagos you'd be finishing the job on all of us."

"You know now that you mention it..." He pulled out his Glock 19. "I got fifteen in this one. It's enough for every one of you. And I don't think any of you are in a position to run anywhere. You're pretty much wounded soldiers with guns ready for anybody that comes in unannounced but if everybody in the house is wounded in a siege you're fucked."

"You won't like what happens if you kill them..." Mai warned.

"You're the only one I go way back with. At all. There's no need for me to spare any of these fuckers cause they do got a green light on them."

"Paul please...just...we got it covered from here. We don't have to escalate. Besides...I have a green light too."

Several rounds went through the window followed by a volley of threw Mai to the ground and got prone himself. Luckily for the others, they only had to roll off the couch. "Who the fuck's shooting here?!" Cried Mai. 'I don't know! I'm seeing a bunch of shotguns with lights!" They barricaded the doors with bookshelves.

"Don't barricade em all, homie, if we get trapped in here and they got cocktails they'll light us all up!" Barked Ulu.

"I got a backup plan for that! I'll blow a wall open in the guest bathroom. I got plastic on me!"

Paul fired the Glock 19 as one of the shooters came by the southeast window. He struck with surgical precision. An African American female wearing a dark gray sweater and a purple bandanna and blue jeans standing five four and slightly overweight. He hit her three times in the right breast and once in the left eye. Her homeboy, a black male of Belizean descent with dark mahogany skin and curly brown hair and coffee colored eyes took the next five rounds;. Four in the chest and the final round only grazed the right side of his nose but it was enough.

Mai crawled to the back bedroom. She sat on the floor with her M4. She popped a few rounds out of the window sticking the barrel through one of the bars so she could pick off a Baller in the side of the neck.

"Can any of you actually walk?!" Cried Paul.

"I can...!" Clayton yelled. "Barely!"

He got to a back window with an AK-47. He managed to spot two of the shooters and he hit them with a stream of eight rounds and he saw them both fall.

"It's the Ball Gaggers!" Paul yelled. Mai fired the M4A1 and a three round burst caught a Baller on the right ear blowing half of it off. "They have to be after us about that shit before!" Cried Ulu.

A Baller spraying a Mini Uzi wearing a dark violet bandanna over his face and a black beanie. "Man ya'll niggas like beaches too much! You wanna be niggas but you want to live on beaches like crackers!"

"At least we can swim!" Growled Ulu. Paul smiled. he knew the Samoan gangster was against Mexicans too and being an SOP he was naturally a dick rider of the Families. The way he had once been. But he wasn't wiling to take racial disrespect from the Ballas. "Yeah! Fuck you do, bitch?! Go to the beach with snow bunnies just to put cocoa butter on and not swim?" Clayton shot back.

"I see them naps in a hair yo half chink motherfucker!" Growled one of the Ballas. "You think you better but you a nigga!"

"I AM better than you, bitch!" Growled Clayton as he fired striking the man in the left side of his lip.

"

He tried to hobble but he fell. "Fuck I can't walk!" Cried Ulu. Despite their injuries, each of them had vests on. The cuts on his buttocks had been worse than he thought.

Ulu fired a Beretta out the window and struck another Baller that was outside. Paul headed to the bathroom and began to apply the plastic.

"Why the fuck you got C4 here?!" Demanded Gina.

"I had a plan but the plans change..."

"The fuck does that mean?!" She cried.

"Need to know basis! Right now just stay away from the bathroom."

7.62 rounds flew through the window and the Ballas were unloading on the house. "We got all these motherfuckers in one place man it's like fish in a barrel come on!"

Paul took a few in the back as he moved. "I got better guns in the car!" He hit the detonator and the wall explodes sure enough taking three more Ballas with it. They exited out the only entrance thy hadn't blocked off and the distraction of the explosion was enough to distract the Ballas from shooting up the house.

Paul spotted the source of the voice he recognized. He reloaded his AK as he ran around the side and discovered the bloody sight of three of his homies blown apart. The Warriors were around teh perimeter but they were taking losses in this attack as well. There was some DNB's and SOP;s who had been in the neighborhood and it seemed that too many of the homies knew where Mai's safehouse was. Granted it was for a safehouse reason but that was always teh key word. Safe.

Mai was sometimes too nice to be an IAA agent. She could have just as easily joined the police force as there was some compassion in that but she had made the choices she had but she tried to still preserve life where it could be.

Paul had reloaded and fired a one handed barrage of rounds more for cover. He hit the black gunman in the side on the right. He got out to the dark gray Dominator and popped the trunk. "That's a nice piece of steal you get that shit from Ammu Nation?" Asked Gina.

"I made this."

"You know how to make guns?!" Mai heard this and was surprised he was admitting to this. This was news even to her.

"They're running away!" Growled Ulu. "We're already outside the house and they know where it;s at fuck this./ I'm getting us some backup."

"Don't do that!" Mai cried out. "We solve this ourselves. Any police hear that radio tower call it's a wrap."

Ulu protested, "They killed the homies that was here!"

"I told you you could keep them close but not too close."

"These bitches are retreating!" Howled Gina as she fired her AK at two fleeing Ballers. One fell the other got to cover but the multi national Asian gangster saw she had hit him with seven rounds in the back. The other set his sights on her from the cover of a black 2001 Willard.

Mai spotted him and she li him up with three rounds to his larynx. He fell as blood burst like a dam and his own face and abdomen was covered in spotted a navy blue Cavalcade coming up the road and they were comin in hot. She took out the driver with a headshot and the vehicle was flipped in no time. The wounded surviving Ballas scrambled out of the car. One with a compound fracture. "These Dung Stains killed Miles! Fuck!'

The gangsters gout of the car the three that survived. Mai was ready. She targeted the man with the bone sticking out first. "You'll need to go the hospital for that. For this...you'll just need embalming fluid."

With another three round burst she hit the gangster in the back. The next was a Baler with cornrows who was about 75 lbs. overweight standing at six feet. Only he was not standing He looked him in the eyes for only a moment before sending another three rounds between the man's eyes. The next Baller was a Creole whose family had moved from New Arcadia two generations before him. Mai wasted to time as the young man who looked 22 at most. He tackled Mai the second he was able to stand. "FUCK YOU BITCH! I'LL SPLIT YOUR WIG YOU FUCKIN TRIED..."

Mai drove a left knee into his groin followed by a karate chop to the throat which took the wound rom the Baller. She got him off with ease and he dropped. She threw a left jab to the nose and sent it up into his brain.

G Bone staring on the other end of the shotgun, widened his eyes. "Fuck man...Redwood...?!"

"You cut the Redwood tree down. But your smoke caused a fire you can't control."

"The fuck you doing here...":

"You knew I was after you and you knew I'd find you."

"You aint no Samoan, Blood? The fuck you care?! These motherfuckers roll with the Loc niggas and they sold your ass out just as much."

"It was pure chance you attacked this place..."

"Man but your homegirl...fuck man...you still don't get it do you? Ya;ll been attacking us left and right, You used to do that shit to my homies when you was in my city. So yeah you got shot and your bitch ass should have died...and us coming after that gook is what had to happen too..."

"You're really asking for it tonight..." Paul pistol whipped him and then grabbed the side of his face and took the hammer of the pistol and used it to rip the top gum line of the African American gangster. "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Cried G Bone with a mouth full of blood.

"If that's all that ever was then maybe it was the nature of the game," G Bone spat blood and cried, "FUCK YOU!" He then panted as Paul struck him once, twice knocking three teeth out and a fourth loose. "You quitting already, Bone? I thought you had more fight than that...maybe this will wake you up..." He stabbed him in the right knee with his pocket knife. G Bone's howls were music to his ears.

"This...this shit...this shit is fucked up...! I aint do this much to you. Neither did Flash...you doing all this for what...?"

"Torturing enemies is part of my spirituality."

"Sound like some black magic Satanic shit..."

"Satan? No Satan. No heaven no hell. You guys have faith. We don't have faith we have spirituality but faith is to believe in something that you have no evidence for. We don't BELIEVE in anything. But each other. With the supernatural, We know. That's the difference."

"You can call it what you want...you worship the Devil..."

"Maybe that's possible..."

"M..maybe that's possible. Man you may not look all the way white you may not be all the way white but you damn sure talk like them."

"Ivan's white. Had sex with your homegirls from Davis but you suck his balls. But you guys always acted like I was the one taking from you? The difference between me and you is at least when it came to heists I was his equal. How many did he take you on?" G Bone's eyes said it all. "That's what I thought..."

"But you're right my slang has changed . It would have to wouldn't it? Sad thing is a lot of people where I'm from talk more like you. I'm sorry you're still talking thee way you were three years ago. In a lot of ways...it's sad. You haven't grown. And you got a little one and a woman. I want you to know I'm gonna sacrifice them to Aireskoi. See you aren't worth shit even as soldier you're not tough enough in war to be a sacrifice. But your woman and kid will be. But it'll take all three of you."

He showed him footage of the human sacrifices. He made him watch.

"You should feel lucky G Bone. Most ceremonies it's not okay to have a camera in and well...cameras didn't exist in the days when we were doing this at the height of it. If they had they'd try to arrest us back then like they would now. So I guess what I'm saying is there's not really a precedence for whether or not this sort of thing definitively shouldn't be recorded. If i was afraid I was going to jail I wouldn't but I'm not."

"So you..you gonna do what you did to Flash...to me...?"

"Flash was a bitch. He didn't make a good sacrifice. He was more like a condiment for the gods than a main course."

"A..what? Then what the fuck you torturing me for?!"

"Torture is the key word and you cried out so I'm not gonna tell you wat that means for you when you get to the afterlife."

"You wanna kill me...torture me go ahead...but my girl...my baby..that aint right...I'm asking you, man to man."

"No. You ask for a cup of coffee. You want me to spare the hood rat and the fuck trophy you're gonna have to BEG. And I am gonna kill you since you technically did kill me for about a minute when I was shot. The difference is nobody's gonna bring you back. I died clinically. You're going to die organically."

"Man, I aint gonna beg...come on, fool...fuck all right...I'm begging you dog. If you got a heart..."

"Don't try appealing to my humanity. I already lost my girlfriend. See if I had stayed away from back home my girlfriend would have lived because the Angels of Death wouldn't have taken extra hostile action against us. Which caused us to kill more of their lieutenants. Which caused Lucifer to blow my girlfriend up. If I had just stayed in Ls whether I lived or died...if I hadn't shown up maybe she'd be alive."

He aimed his handgun at G Bone. "So in a way...you killed her. Actually every fucked up thing that's happened to me since I got home has been your fault. So I'll give you the option to spare Janea or kill her. But are you sure you want me to spare her?"

"Man I was RIGHT to shoot you if you think you even got to ask! If all it took was one lil slug to turn you into a fuckin Vago riding or the opps when you was killing them first then I was right to shoot. Especially since you green lit some civilians in Little New Arcadia. That was a bitch move."

"Well at least we know you're not sorry but you got your priorities all fucked up. The old me...four years ago would have never ordered a green light on those civilians. I admit it. I was a wild animal. But you pushed me to that point. By you shooting me you didn't just get me shot you got me arrested. You may not have snitched in any way that would get you bad paperwork but the outcome was the same. Me in prison and death row because of you."

"And now you got your own fuckin empire out in Liberty City and Teranto! You survived what this city threw at your ass. How many outta towners can say that?"

"So I owe you huh? You know when the Chinese finally beat the Japanese despite Japan mostly not taking responsibility for the holocaust they commited against Chinese people in that war, one Japanese ambassador did apologize to Mao Zedong. You know what Mao did? He thanked him. Because it gave him the ability to not just beat the Japanese but to also tire his enemies out he was fighting a civil war with."

"So Nia:wenko'wa, G Bone. You made me who I am today. That doesn't mean this plays out any other way."

He held a piece of paper in his hand. "Paternity test. That baby isn't yours..." He leaned in pointing at a certain point. "It's IVAN's.''

"Man you a lying motherfucker...Janea aint get with no white boy! You woofing on me cause your girl tried other flavors. That's on you Maybe she just wanted to sleep in a house instead of a tipi for once," The old Paul would have struck him instantly and repeatedly for that remark but he was learning from the rest of the motley crew remembering what he had from those formative years.

To be as careful as Mai, as ruthless and relentless as Neto yet as cold and surgical as Ivan.

Paul laughed. "Fine. Don't believe me. You know I knew where you were this whole time. You think I can't drive to Strawberry? But in your neighborhood I stick out like a sore thumb and this isn't my neighborhood. But ask yourself one question since youi know I wanted to kill you..."

"If you gotta tell me some shit. if you gotta kill me..can I please...please get a motherfucking cigarette?"

Paul smirked. "Why? Are you gonna pray?"

"Fuck you. I was on the patch but I say fuck it. If I gotta die...at least give me a cigarette..."

"Give me one good reason why I should give you anything?"

"I can explain my point of view. If you gonna kill me don't you want to know that?"

"This ought to be good."

He suddenly begged, "Please. Look I'm sorry dog...i apologize. For my disrespect and for shooting you. You wanna kill me you can just pleas let me have some nicotine first. I apologize. For shooting you. what you don't realize is you just came out here. But was born out here and shit aint all sweet between black and brown like it is where you came from. You never understood that! None of ya'll Libertonians do! They call us niggers out here like whites do."

And you call them wetbacks and us redskins. Tell the whole truth. It's the side of history and the media people won't tell but we know our history recent and ancient. He thought but he let him continue.

"And you come out here half red half white and those cholos calling themselves Aztecas too...you just walked around like you was a nigga yourself. Like these lines we been living with and the Ese's and the woods been living in don't exist. You weren't even scared to come to South Central. Most folks from outta town that aint niggas woud think twice if they wasnt from here. i done time before, dog and everything is segregated in there. So seeing you with the Families whenI'd fight these niggas my entire life and didn't have apass to go in their hood..the ract that I rolled with Families and Ballas inside and here you are on the streets rolling with them like my ties outside didn't mean shit."

He then added, "Inside, it was the Southsiders, the whites and the paisas on one side of the dayroom in the pen. And it was Asians Samoans and Indians that was on the same side of the day room like us. Plus the Northern Mexicans. Them I never had no beef with. There was this Indian cat...he was mixed with black. I think he was Apache. From Northern San An. he always had cigarettes for a brother. But one day, the Vagos stabbed him. Others car had a bit of a falling out over that with them. But then it got squashed. I was sad. And the dude running the car for the Indians then was another half bred motherfucker just like you. An Arapaho motherfucker from Ohlone. Had a German daddy. He hated white folks but he made peace with the Ese's that were allied with the Woods but then even though Others was cool with the Brothers the Indians always kinda kept it neutral and either stayed to themselves or did business with everybody. Even saw them putting Ese's in sweat lodges."

"So you had a friend that was Native that got killed and the guy that replaced him made peace since both were stabbing each other. Even though you had a truce with the Families. And a mutual agreement to shoot me. CGF let it happen and you did it."

"Hey, I aint calling them sellout. In there an alliance don't mean shit. Eses and woods cut each other up in there too.I can trust that more than I can you. See it's the fact ya'll motherfuckers were neutral that ya'll aint to be trusted..." He then beckoned to a scar on his chest about four inches long. "Caught that from an Azteca when I as in there too. So teh fact you was room mates with one made you my enemy. But then...you got revenge for a black girl. From CGF even afgter all that."

"whatever. You tried dividing us based on ethnicity and your experience in the prison system. One Indian mixed with white you didn't get along with and one mixed with black and you did. What you don't get is we don't play by your rules. This isn't the south. This isn't Virginia and it's not New Arcadia with the Noir Codes. We're not white like the pilgrims and we're not black like the buffalo soldiers. Those were just two Indians one with one opinion that coincided with your views and one that didn;'t. We might be mixed with one or the other but your identity doesn't rule over ours. I appreciate your honesty though."

Paul pulled out a Cayuga blues cigarette and handed it to him. "Might not be your brand but still..."

He took a few puffs. "This shit...this is the game...you can get revenge...but you can't be mad. You was the opps from day one...even if you don';t think the way we do in the pens out here, rules is rules your boy Neto should have schooled you better. Cause on the real...nothing could have stopped that I would have tried coming after you. That aint what your problem is. I was never your problem. You kill my homies I', supposed to kill you im just telling you some shit that...helped me make that choice. But CGF I admit it they did you dirty..."

"Neto did try to tell me. I couldn't hear him. You're probably right and iot';s funny. In Bohan I got treated like a second class citizen just like Strawberry. The difference is I guess you're more honest about that out here. Back where I come from, people naturally segregate to a point in prison but it's not enforced."

"That's why it don't make sense. You aing listen to him either you had to listen to somebody Latino or black when we tell you we aint homies like back east. Look...you got me...you can kill me the same way you said I did you. That shit would be poetic. But I also didn't kill you. Not really. You in my face right now...and I'm telling you what it is man to man...you earned your revenge, homie. And i been honest with you and you got Flash. That's what my point was. It was never a question you were my enemy but you thought CGF niggas were your homies. You played too many video games or some shit...watched too many movies or music videos cause it aint all sweet banging violet or green. Niggas die over this shit..." He exhaled smoke as he shivered. "But ou got your own drug empire. You have millions of dollars you had Onda status, you got a girl and on top of that you free. There's no stopping you. I can't help but think maybe if you'd made friends with a nigga from our side we wouldn't have took so many L's against the Locs. Shit Lamar Davis would pushing up daisies if you rode for the royal side instead of CGF."

And if I had it would have all amounted to the same thing. K:or thought. You just said they have the same mentality you do in your neighborhood. Fresh outta the pen. The only difference would have been the role between you and Flash would have been reversed.

Paul starte laughing. He was acting but he was a good actor. He had been instructed by Tanaka. He laghed hard until he was in tears. G Bone looked at him with alarm. "What?"

"Since we are being honest with each other I lied about one thing. You don't owe me an apology. I do deserve every word after what I said to you. It is true about the DNA results but that's not my only way of finding out."

G Bone rolled his eyes. "Come up off that bullshit I still don't..." He stopped midsentence as he sa what K:or held in his hand. He held up his babies footsie socks and a pair of Janea's earrings. G Bone's eyes widened as he saw they were both covered in blood. "What the fuck did you do?!"

Paul smirked. "What didn't I do?" He held up a scalp that was definitivley African American. It was covered in blood too. The same blood as the earrings and socks were covered in.

"What the fuck...you killed my girl and my baby?!" G Bone began to break down his vision clouded with tears and snot rolled down his nostrils as well as blood.

"What I did was harvested the sacrifices. I started with the youngest. Your baby. Let me tell you...that blender? Gonna need a new one. I performed a miracle Jesus couldn't. He turned water into wine? I turned a black baby red. As a matter of fact...I saved some of him for you..." He got him the blender. In reality it was chopped up venison and bison meat together with some strawberries dipped in vinegar to take away their taste to give it a more pulpy vibe but so that iy wouldn't taste too much like anything he had ever tasted that was good, he mixed it in with some eggs, castor oil and just the tiniest bit of pig lard.

"No..no...no no no...!" He winced and whimpered blinded by his own tears. He would not be able to see the shit eating grin K:or had on his face. He sobbed. "That's what I wanted. Open wide! I'll make sure he's always a part of you."

He force fed him the disgusting meat monstrosity of a smoothie. He started to writhe and spit but inevitably some of it got down him. "I know...I kno! It's all part of the grieving process..." K:or grinned his greenish hazel eyes beaming as G Bone vomited. "Let it all out brother. That was your last meal..."

"W...w...wha the fuck...this can';t be happen..." He began to hyperventilate. He whispered. "It's okay for you to cry. I did a lot of crying when Aila died cause of what you did. I was the one that held her life in my hands. I wasn't strong enough. But it's like I told you before neither of us would have been in that position."

Hyperventilating still, G Bone was still lucid. He looked at K:or with pure hatred. "No...instead of a quick death like what she got she'd have died a slow and painful death...like the one you're putting me through..." With what remained of any courage he had left in him he spoke his next words. "Bitch was nothing but a drugged out rez hoochie that probably suck dick for pills. So yeah...since you killed my baby...and my girl...I'm glad i had a hand in that bitch dying. Fuck you..." He spat in his face. "So you should be thanking me, Bitchwood. I got her to just get blown up instead of overdosing on tar with shit in her panties."

Paul texted Neto on one of his burner lines. He pulled up to Janea and G Bone's house. Paul showed him the phone. "I just have to give him the word and your woman and kid will be target practice. Shit...have you ever seen the Rape of Nanking? Now I don't approve of sexual assault. But there is one tactic I'm not above doing. Or having him do. He's ex cartel. Just cause he hasn't killed a baby doesn't mean he won't...the one in Janea's stomach still.."

He pulled up a picture of a Japanese soldier with a Chinese baby on a bayonet. "I just wanted to make sure i've got your attention. We don't want history repeating itself do we?"

"You..you motherfucker..!" He saw the pure joy in K:or's eyes. He realized his words were a mistake. "No...look...please...just kill me...you got me here already...you right...I'm a bad person...and you deserve your revenge."

"I got a better idea..." He handed him his own phone. "First...I want a demonstration you're serious about saving them. The first thing you're going to do is break up with her. By texting."

"Are you outta your mind?! I'm supposed..." K:or told him, "The only way she's going to survive and that son of yours is surviving is if she's away from you. If they both are. So first we're gonna take care of your relationship..."

He did as he was told. "Show it to me."

He looked at the cell phone screen. "No. Break up with her like somebody from your neighborhood...you know what? Scratch that..." He put some chloroform on a rag and put it against his mouth. With G Bone out cold, he got Neto on the phone. "I might need your help with one more thing, hermano. Can you pick up two hookers? White ones. On Vinewood Boulevard. Throw in a tranny for good measure too."

"Chale, Oso. Picking up a couple of guerita street walkers is one thing but a faggot pretending to be one on top of that?"

"You gotta spend money to make money. In my case i'm spending money for revenge. Just trust me. You don't gotta do anything but drive them from point A to B."

He called Dawn and asked her, "Hey can you meet me at the safehouse near the Zancoudo River? Bring a bottle of oxy just in case."

They had taken some on the plane from Teranto to Los Santos since it was his own personal plane. He had bought it through offshore money. He had his own hangar now at both airports as well. Technically the LS one was Mai's but she was letting him use it.

2 Hours Later

He had a recordinbg of G Bone high off of oxy and laughing gas as the two strippers, and the tranny were on top of him and in the video they were pulling his pants down. In reality, it was Juliett and Saphire both of them and Peaches. G Bone lay there laughing as Juliett put her face in his lap. Paul got an angle of that. And then he got an angle of Peaches who sat on his face.

He had insisted Peaches keep the drawers on but Juliette and Sapphire were fully nude and one straddled his lap in another picture while another sat on his face.

Paul took the video and forwarded them to Janea. Since G Bone had refused to break up with her, he would. He had patched up his bullet wounds and patched him up.

It had been days since he had shot him and taken him and he had removed the slugs. "You're gonna confess to shooting me. You're going to call FIB agent Dave Norton. And you will confess to all of the shootings you did. Even against the Samoans and DNB's. You're gonna plead guilty. No contest. Then you're going to snitch on your big homies from inside. For ordering you to go after Mai and them in the first place. But you can also tell them Lamar Davis is the reason why you did that."

"Motherfucker you trying to make me a snitch?!"

"I already made you a cheater and a dead beat..."

He showed him what he had texted as him. "And even if forensics dust your phone for prints they'll find yours. Not mine..." K:or explained with an evil smirk. He had texted the videos of him laughing and the strippers whooping plus Peaches sitting on his face even though it had been a minute. He had texted Janea, Bitch fuck you and that baby I know that nigga aint mine go find his real daddy I'm bout to be a daddy to my own babies who will have good hair.

G Bone's eyes widened at that. "No the fuck you didn't."

"I did."

A flurry of texts came in. He didn't open them but based on the numbers and the rapidity of how it was coming on the screen, he knew that it had its desired impact.

Paul then crushed his phone. "Now you're not going to call and confess. We're gonna drop you off by the FIB. You're gonna confess to shooting me. Don't worry. I remember the date. If I don;'t see you in cuffs by the end of the day I'll know you went back on your word and I'll kill Janea. And then I will feed you your own baby and it won't be fake this time.."

"This...this shit is beyond any shit i did to you!" Barked G Bone.

"I need to know you heard me. And when they ask why you decided to confess to what would be capitol murder save for the fact that you're gonna get a life sentence cause there's no contest...you'll tell them because you saw the eternity in hell you were going to do for your sins if you didn't confess. The only reason you don't ask for death row is you think you can still save some souls."

"Why are you doing this?!" He was in tears now.

"You said you were a Christian. Didn't Jesus say something about if a man doesn't give up his family he can't be one of his true followers? Shit...maybe the dead beat dads in the ghetto and I'll include mine since he was a dead beat...maybe they were just TRUE CHRISTIANS after all..." His grin looked maniacal. "I'm giving you the chance to be the one man that abandons his kids from the hood that actually does it for a good reason. You're sacrificing your own reputation as even a standup guy who was gonna raise his own kids...you're sacrificing her opinion of you. Your relationship. You could tell the truth but if you do she dies. If you tell anybody she dies."

"What do you get outta this shit?!"

"Because I know even though this will be the only choice a real dad would make...including me...it's gonna eat you up inside. And all this...if you'd have just shot me a different day...or made sure I was dead. If you didn't set me up...if you would have shot me indoors somewhere I wouldn't have gotten locked up I would have bled out or I would have barely survived. But my life is just starting. Yours is over. Get ready to look towards eternity. Janea can find out the truth when she dies. Your kid will probably hate you and because he hates you he'll be the opposite of you. A law abiding citizen. Great black hope."

"Fuck you..." Sniffed G Bone.

"That's the spirit. Now I'm gonna give you a ride to the FIB's office and you're gonna go in there."

"How...am I gonna explain...my gunshot wound, man?"

"You got that in the course of committing a crime. Against two different gangs. And don't forget. Lamar Davis."

"They're gonna want to know how I know certain shit..." He was barely functioning.

"That's up to you. But you can make the pieces all fit."

Ten Minutes Later

"Where'd your room mate go?" Asked Clayton . "Did he run from a fight?"

"No...that's the guy who shot him...got him landed on the inside..."

"Still pretty fucked up."

They could hear sirens in the distance. Mai was listening to the police scanner and stated, "Sheriff's Department and N.O.O.S.E is on their way here! They're about five minutes out. We have to abandon this safehouse..." She got a gas cannister which was about half full from the kurama and she began to pour through as much of the house as she could. She had wasted about a minute and fifty seconds with what she'd already poured. "Mai, come on! You said five minutes! I get a kick outta beaches like this and Little Phenom Penh but I don't want to go to prison in this state."

Clayton lit the house up and it went up. "My dad is gonna kill me..." She lamented as they raced to the car as the house went up.

"Pretty sure he'd understand after what happened. Now let's go!" Clayton replied as the two of them and the SOP's and DNB's got into their respective rides with Ulu driving a dark gray Moonbeam which the other Samoan and Asian gangsters that remained piled into. "We'll see you back in the hood. Mai!" Clayton called out.

Suddenly a barrage of rounds ambushed the Asian and pacific islanders. There were eight more Ballas trying to box them in so they couldn't even escape. Three more SOP's fell a 7.62 rounds filled the air. There were N.O. agents on their way. "Go get in the car!" Mai cried out as Gina and Ulu engaged the Ballas striking two of them down. She saw a silver SUV, a Cavalcade filled with the Strawberry born Ballers. N.O.O.S.E agents and LS Sheriff's had set up road blocks and were engaging the Ballas in the Cavalcade trying to buy their homies time.

The Ballas sprayed Uzis at the cops from the cover of their ride but one Baller a Creole American from Little New Arcadia in West LS fired., He was a light skinned man standing six feet tall with short hair in a crew cut and he wore a white and purple Varsity jacket. He sprayed the Mini Uzi at a N.O.O.S.E agent of Caucasian descent specifically Hungarian American, a white male standing at five nine in his early forties.

Next he struck a Mexican American cop who was just a couple inches shorter and he hit him with seven rounds in the chest. Both men were wounded but not dead as two rounds went through the body armor and then the older man took two in the right knee cap. A N.O.O.S.E agent of German American ancestry with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes, a woman originally from North Yankton opened fire with the M4 and struck the gang member in the right hand and chest with five rounds lining him up.

A Baller with an AA-12 fired at the Sheriff's department rapidly and he hit two officers and unlike his friend, the shots were fatal hitting first an Italian American N.O.O.S.E agent who was born and raised in Vinewood. The cop looked like James Gandolfini until a well placed shot hit him first in his fat jowls and next in the throat itself. His head barely hung off his neck with the subsequent shots almost decapitating him.

The next to get hit was Taylor Portland, a blonde haired blue eyed cop of English and German descent. He was about forty lbs overweight and he took a shot in the right nipple even as the shot from the shotgun only winged him, it still took a lot of fresh out. "ARGHHH! FUCK!" Cried the officer. "It went through!" The second shooter was hit in the stomach and then in the forehead as a N.O.O.S.E sniper fired on him.

The other two stayed in cover firing only around cover. Now it was a Mexican standoff between the remaining two Ballas from the SUV and the police. They both had AK-47's on them and at least six magazines between the two of them.

The remaining Ballas closer to Mai, however, were relentless. Mai, Gina, T Mart, Clayton, Ulu and Mahana all were pinned down. Much to Mai's delight, three o the Ballas heads exploded. Mai looked to the water and saw a speedboat coming towards them. It was her mother and father. They were each in separate boats but Mai recognized Sun Kang in one of them and he was firing an AK-74 at the Ballas on the shoreline as a female o Chinese descent drove.

Khoi fired his Sniper Rifle having taken out three Ballas. As they got in closer, Mai's mother also fired an AK-47 from the boat and she struck down the remaining fleeing Ballas hitting most of the eight men in the back. All but two were mowed down by the Northern Vietnamese and Chinese woman.

K Low was one of those two. He fired his Mac-10 and struck twelve rounds into T Mart. T Mart fell as each round struck hit him in the left ankle, one hit him in the left arm, another had blasted his right index finger off. Another three went through his right shoulder exiting his back one hit him in the left foot, and another had hit him in the left side of the jaw knocking out several back teeth.

The remaining two hit him in the right side of the hip. By some miracle, though he bled like a stuck pig, he was alive still. He was just unconscious. Mai's mother fired trying to strike K Low but the Davis born gangster had gotten to cover and was running to his homeboys ride.

"We'll get you to safety...we will get you out of the country..." Khoi insisted as he put the wounded Filipino gangster in the back seat.

"Keep pressure on it!" Warned Khoi as Mai's mother did as he asked, T Mart screamed in pain. K Low saw the effect of what he had done from cover and the gangster with the burgundy bandanna looked at the wounded dying gangster as he lay in Mai, Khoi and her mothers arms.

Clayton looked at his jaw. "Jesus, man! His fuckin jaw is dislocated!" That he was even alive was nothing short of a miracle.

Mai stayed with him. "Just keep him calm...!" She cried as she held he cried in agony still unable to talk. He coughed up blood and teeth as his skin got paler. "Just hang in there, little brother."

Gina was using the first aid kit on the wounded gang member.

" ...pigs would get me...not...B...b..."

He spat up blood from his mouth and nose. Mai could tell he was glad that he had not died at the hands of the would have chosen going out shooting cops ut he hated and respected them less them even rivals. He had a compound fracture in his leg.

Tyson, who had fired on a few of the SOP's himself waited in a Violet Felon. "Let's stab out, nigga come on ya;ll! We can't be hanging around here one times finna be on us. We gotta try and see if Boogeyman will help us, dog!"

"Hey homie i hit one of those gooks. He's bleeding like a bitch on her period..." K Low reported.

Though he was somebody who had been at war with Mexican gangs in prison and on the street he had a fair amount of respect for Vagos. He also liked white people but K Low had hated Asians for the longest time. He had largely kept this hidden for a while and would not say this around.

"Who the fuck is hitting us from in there? I know the Paka Lolos and these DN bitches be in there but they aint that deep!" Barked a Baller from Strawberry Avenue wearing a Panics jersey and a maroon bandanna over his face and a purple and gold cap advertising the same team plus a blue pair of saggy jeans.

"They got that motherfuckin Seqoyah in there, man..."

"What?"

"Spanish for Redwood. And he was a Cherokee that turned they language into writing wake up nigga! Damn! Look if the motherfucker that was hitting licks for Lamar Davis is in there with that biker bitch too then we need to get the fuck outta here. That motherfuckers dangerous ever since he plugged in with the Aztecas and got off the Vagos greenlight list he's been drunk with power nigga come on, homie he hates niggas hates Ballas even more."

"Ivan?! Aint that his old room mate?"

"Yeah but if he stands with Mai from DNB's he gotta go and you and me? We aint bad enough to handle that we aint got military training. We're street niggas. We gotta see if Ivan can do it cause at the very least he could get rid of Mai and then we can chip Paul ourselves," Tyson suggested as they sped off.

"Where the fuck is G Bone? I aint seen him. He neve came out the house."

"I don't know i saw him and Redwood out there but I didn't see either of them, g. But if Mai's still up in there it's still a problem. She's done a lot of licks for that crazy ass meth head Trevor Phillips she's plugged into that punk Lamar too...shes dangerous on her own. Whether it's just against Redwood or it's against the Lotus we gotta be careful or we'll end up like Leondre did man."

They sped out of the area as they heard sirens and saw the shootout between their homies and N.O.O.S.E

"I don't want to take the L from some bitches from the beach either, homie...but the one time? We been getting locked up too much as it is.. with the shit that happened...taking out that Aryan fool outta state already got too many sets hit with RICO charges here injunctions there, gang task forces up our asses...and now niggas popping shells off with Samoans and Asians in a rich white neighborhood? We in for it. The pigs are gonna be treating our hood like South Africa."

"Aint nothing nobody can do about that dog we gotta lay low and stay off the streets. Put the word out to the homies, Ty. Nobody wears colors on the block again. Not till we say so. We can't let them have a reason to fuck with us."

Tyson exhaled. "The police are gonna be all up the SOP and DNB's asses too but you right we can't take anymore attention from the cops. These niggas out here that shoot at cops are dumb as hell."

"Shit maybe if we're lucky the one time show up and murk the rest of them Usos, blood. Most of em is banged up anyway."

K Low's heart was racing and he stayed ducked down as they headed east to get out of the area. Mai and the others had gotten into the rescue boats but T Mart was in bad shape. They sped off trying to avoid potentially running into Coast Guard. Clayton got on the boat with Sun Kang upon the insistance of the Chinese Canadian but he stole a look at Mai as she got onto the boat with her father and mother. Ulu, Mahana and Clayton were on the boat with Lee.

He could handle himself but he had to admit to himself that when he was out here, he didn't like to be alone without Mai or somebody he knew. The only other gang member besides Clayton Lee knew was T Mart plus Mai and she knew her dad's reputation and Gina. But now T Mart was in bad shape. He didn't know if the Filipino was going to survive. Two Mavericks were inbound and Lee figured they would each be given a lift in one.

"I'm gonna have to be the one that cuts him open..." She set him up with an oxygen mask and he let him

Mai began to operate on him. She got an IV set up. She had medical supplies up the ass in addition to the guns and ammo. "I need you all to buy me sometime!" Mai cried. She asked for Gina's help. "i need you and you have to follow my instructions to a T..."

They got three rounds out of him. "There's two rounds we won't be able to get out. In his chest. Too close and I nick the wrong thing."

"Yeah homie..." She held him in her arms.

Clayton reported, "The Ballas are on the run..." He panted. "We gotta get the fuck outta here.."

"You're right. We need to see if Trevor will help us."

T Mart groaned, "Did we win...?"

"Yeah..." Clayton stated sitting over the body o the fallen Da Nang Boy. "Good..." He breathed a painful breath and the Blasian could hear it in his wheezing. "I had to ride for the homies one last time...I don't care if the one time picks...picks me up...I did what i had to for Ro...and I gave my best for the hood..."

"Just hang in there, T we're getting you help..."

13 Days Later

He was in recovery. They got all but two rounds out of him. The last two would have to stay in.

T Mart laid against the pillow. "I dreamed Cherry..was still alive...that we were out on a date..."

"She might have been with you...visiting you in spirit..."

"That'd be cool...I miss her, Lotus...as much as I miss the homie Romeo if i could only bring one back it'd be her..."

"We're still gonna get you out of America but we have to let you rest..."

He blinked the things he meant to say to Khoi. Khoi taught him sign language. "You know...you're like the son I never had..." Khoi stated.

"You really mean that?" Asked T Mart. "For real?"

"Yes. In many ways you don't listen to me. But I know you want to do what's right. I didn't always do what I was told either. It's natural to rebel but you can't against your OG's. You're gonna pull through.:

"That doctor you brought...I don't know if I will survive. I've been shot so many times."

"When I was fighting for the south, there was a shooter from the North. Machine Gun Fam. Always carried a fuckin PKM. He hated Americans and the French with a passion and even though I killed my own father, he saw me and the other southerners as traitors. What he didn't get was I'm from the North but Hmongs didn't want to join their communist revolution because we didn't think they'd respect Hmong sovereignty. They see us as traitors. White ass what happened when the war won?"

He sighed. "You don't know what it's like to see your country divided. I fought for the south but I hated the French too but my father was one of them. I was at war with myself from the start. I fought the north but then I heard about the South Vietnamese village massacred by the Americans. I switched sides. Anyway...Machine Gun Pham...he would always pick off Jarheads in the jungles with that PKM and then just disappear into the rain, into the fog."

"What about him...?" Asked T Mart.

"He's been shot a total of twenty times. The Americans hated him. He's been shot by the Marines, he's been shot by French, by South Vietnamese and he still lived. You can survive this."

"I aint no Viet Cong bro...I'm weak...the heroin had me weak, Khoi. I did what I could. I got revenge for the homie...they killed Romeo..a couple years ago...the cops lit him up outside a 24/7. He couldn't handle the way this world is. He could have let the cops take him in. He would have got respect in the pen...that's still better than death."

"You;ve been in pain from things that happened to you. Mai explained everything that's happened to you. Romeo dying, that girl Cherry..."

"The love of my life...fucked up as we are we were both fucked up. But we loved and accepted each other in ways nobody else could/."

"What's your point?" She asked as she folded her arms.

"But with my dads side it's always some punks giving me shit for being half Chinese they tried to beat my mamas blood outta me ya know. Called me 'Chinegro' it's funny how white people stopped calling people Negro in this country for the most part a long time ago. But not us. We're trapped in the past. Always saying how Asians had opportunities they didn't. But I looked into it. They lowered test score standards for black students but not Asian. Not with Ivy League. Basically they got Asian and Indian students at Ivy League college but not a lot of soul brothers. So they lowered the standards. Affirmative action didn't fuck white people at all. It fucked Asians. And I was so in my feelings about getting called Hagwei back then when i started hanging with the Locs on the corner alongside the homies from here I started seeing the difference. No 21st street fools showed me love. But the homies from here always embraced me. Being mixed didn't mean shit in a clique where it's Asians whose parents would have hated each other but we banded together in the streets."

He sighed. "But after getting shot by Ballas, Vagos, losing Cherry to a skinhead, and all the politics in and outta the pen I'm getting tired of the life...I wanna leave this shit behind sometimes but this has been my family since High School."

He had been from the 21st street area but had moved when his parents split and his mom got custody. "After this shit cools down I'm going on a vacation somewhere. Get the fuck outta LS County for a few days. I get tired of this state. I might wanna go check out Fierro or Venturas but i'm getting sick of this shit i want to go somewhere it snows. Or if I can't go where it's snowing then Hawaii. It aint a war zone over there."

Clayton eyed Mai. "You know no matter how much money we make off what we did for that job for Lamar, defending ourselves here it won't bring the homies back to life. This shit is probably not gonna end well for you or me. This aint worth all the homies dying for that shit and it aint worth killing over."

He was exhausted and she could see it. They had narrowly survived that encounter. Yet another idiotic situation. "I have homies from the Families sets. Regular sets but I don't see them much. These days I don't think I could anyway. Too much beef on the street. I'll always have the backs of the homies like Ulu and Mahana...I don't really get the BSU I still don't get their crew but it aint my business.'

One thing Mai had noticed about Clayton is that while he never exchanged insults with southern BSU members he was standoffish and never said much to them. Mai had heard a rumor that Clayton just hated rock and roll as well but she had never confirmed it outright. His world was the hoods of the Flats and even in Los Santo the city and not just the county he stuck to the more ghetto areas.

He only ever seemed to feel at home in Chinatowns or hoods similar to The Beach. He wasn't sure he would always gang bang but from what Mai gathered from him he didn't want to leave the hood even if he did ever drop his flag and settle down and be a civilian. Mai had advised against that warning that could result in enemies killing him.

'

She believed that if he was ever going to get out of the game he probably should move to a Chinatown of some sort. It wasn't crime free but it was low key ad Chinatown was as much against talking to cops as Clayton's paternal side of the family. She just figured that she needed to ask him how he generally got along with LS Triads because even if he didn't like Bloodfeathers, LS was not a place to be at war with the local tong.

Plus with Sun Kang being an ally to both Mark and Lee but also strangely enough, to a lesser degree have been with Paul. She just hoped for his sake that much like Baby Face was now at least working in the kitchen of a Vietnamese gang owned restaurant and while Mai had heard he had stood up during the violence the last year or so and the Vietnamese gang boss Sonny had wondered how a man who worked in the back and kept to himself who was supposed to be a fob knew so well how to handle a gun if he wasn't ex military or a criminal.

She'd had a different IAA agent confirm he was still alive but she never found out what Sonny had said to him. She had felt like she might need to intervene on his behalf if there was trouble if the Vietnamese boss didn't like whatever answer he gave especially since Sonny himself had no idea about Baby Face and his origins in San Andreas. The only reason she figured he could pull it off was he spoke the language with a perfect accent. A Saigon accent to be exact. That was good. But even beyond getting him there, Mai felt she needed to keep a distance. Just because she associated with Clyde and Jill in the city of New Arcadia didn't mean she could with Baby Face since he was technically a wanted fugitive last thought to have left for Vietnam.

She also found it ironic too since he had participated in the racial war with Mexicans in his hood despite his dislike of them, he too was now getting the wage pay of an undocumented immigrant but it seemed like he was staying out of trouble. He seemed to have made some friends among the cooks and other staff but he still usually stayed at his own apartment only going out for a night on the town once a week.

She wondered if he would be tempted to start slinging again but so far it seemed he had been careful. She knew she needed to stay away but at the same time she also wanted to keep Clyde and Jill away from that restaurant; If this was going to work he had to steer clear of old known LS associates. Even if Jill had caught feelings for the Vietnamese gangster while he saw her as a friend maybe a fuck buddy but not a lover.

Teranto

Weeks Earlier

He opened the door. "What do you want?" He let him in.

Freddie turned to Paul. "I know you thought Mai was your friend...but she's responsible for every fucked up thing that happened to you these last four, five years. If you look at them as a chain of events."

"How?"

He played him a recording. "I'd like to report a murder. ."

"What is this?" He demanded as Mai's voice kept talking/. "Sshh...listen!"

"He's in South Los Santos. I need to keep my name clear of this. This man is a psycho. He's my roommate. He showed me his gun and he said he used it in a gunfight. In the Crystal Heights projects."

"Do you have a description of the man?"

She began to describe him in every detail. Paul felt his blood boil. The arrest had been her fault. She'd told them he'd have a gun on him. That she had seen him at Carson Avenue. "He's Native American and white, about six one, green eyes, light brown hair..." She described his skin tone, the last clothes she'd seen him in and what cars he drove, what neighborhoods he tended to hang in.

"I'm sorry, K:or. She fucked you over from day one. She said you were the smallest threat out of the three of you but she saw that as a way to get you off the street without blowing her cover back then. And as far as Neto and Ivan they were supposed to die many times along the way. Quite a few times when the Families went after Neto or Ivan, who do you think gave them the addresses?"

"It was easier to have them killed by other crimainals..." K:or realized. "Even though Neto was a Sicario and Zapatista and Ivan went from KGB to FSB. Plus he's ex military where he's from it avoids an international incident if a foreign agent on our soil gets killed by other criminals. She never gave a fuck about us from the start...she always was playing us. What did you...how did you find out?"

"We fucked again recently. She played it for me. I had time to record this recording and made copies. I had no idea about any of this. I wasn't assigned in the US back the n but I would have helped a brother out."

"No you wouldn't have. What do you think the IAA would do to you if you helped a guy who's an asset at most?"

Freddie looked at him with conviction in his eyes. "You can't go after her, K:or. The fact that your other two room mates are even trying is a bad move. You're not even supposed to know..."

"What if I could keep my hands clean of it? Get back at her for what she did to me...for all of it?" He asked.

"If you could do that you'd be a miracle worker but fucking over one of us isn't as easy as you think."

"I got the fucker that shot me when I first got to LS, Owl. I got him and I've been having fun with him. Physical torture here, psychological there. But I got a way. He came at her, bro. He came a all of us and they didn't see me going after him. They didn't see me take him. And then the cops were all over the beach house. You can't have bodies dropped at some yuppie place especially if it's supposed to be a safehouse."

"The less i know the better... you know who I work for and my superiors would say I have to find out what you're up to. Technically my orders are to shoot you on 's what every IAA agent sided with Karen Daniels and Benard are supposed to deal with you. I think you should avoid Canada right now. You don't want them sending another Merryweather team after your crew and you."

"Yeah but that could happen while I'm away..." K:or reasoned.

"It won't. I know you got no reason to trust me because of who I am and what I do but I've helped you a lot. Maybe not as much as Mai did but then Mai fucked you over."

Freddie pointed to the recording. "I have a copy of my own. You can make a copy of that one. You always want to keep a copy. You never know when you'll need leverage,Ninaa,."

Mai

She'd heard that the Baller known as G Bone had dropped a dime on them. She hadn't known it and apparently neither had Paul since he had not even realized he had been among the attackers. Gina had been arrested. So had Clayton. Six members of the South Side Ballas had been arrested had eight Paka Lolo homies from the SOP and nine CGF members had been arrested.

Terrance"G Bone" Gardner had snitched and now he was in prison with a baby mama that hated him and a child who would never know who he was. He had given some long bullshit speech about how he had seen an eternity in the flames of hell and that was enough to make him sacrifice his life on the streets. She didn't see him as the type who made it to church often even if he had been raised Baptist but from what she'd seen on the TV of the man, he looked scared out of his mind. Like he'd seen a ghost.

He was given life without parole. He had confessed to all the murder's nd attempted murders he'd done. He had done this to avoid death row. He had said at his sentencing that he knew he deserved to die but that he had a chance to save his soul. So he was in PC in a federal prison. He had access to better food and books but he was one of the most hated people on the streets and in prison right now and it had happened practically overnight. He'd gone from being a YG who was about to make OG with all the stripes he earned on the streets and hitting licks with Ivan but now he was a pariah in the gang world.

Mai's father had talked of killing him too. He wanted to find a way to break inside just to put holes n him. Paul had called her saying he had tried to get him and almost had on the streets when the shootout was going on but he had gotten to the FIB headquarters before he could get there and Paul didn't want to risk a shootout with the cops and N.O.O.S.E just to get one gangster. If there was one thing she learned about Paul Hoffman was despite his hate for cops and his willingness to kill them she knew he was not the type to engage cops when they outnumbered him in such a way that escape was impossible.

So he had shaken the spot. She supposed it was very likely that G Bone had been scooped up since there were so many cops in the area. She just had a hard time believing he gave Paul the slip but he had said he had shot her. He had also expressed an interest in going with Khoi to break into the federal prison to kill him. Mai had advised against that and had said that if she and her father were now currently fugitives, and even her mother was wanted for questioning, she figured that if she didn't get out of state for a while, it might be a good idea to at least go to another city.

Lamar Davis had also been arrested for contract murder. He was looking at a capitol murder charge because of it since he had ordered Vagos and Ballas killed over lowriders. Plus he had been charged with theft of the lowriders. They had tracked down the buyers and even though Mai and the others who had done the jobs for him had gotten their pay even after shooting Lamar, especially after shooting Lamar, the police had tracked down the lowriders they had stolen and impounded them.

G Bone was a priority for gangsters to hit. He was greenlit by GGF, South Side Ballas the Paka Lolo Tribe and Mai's hood. Last she heard, the Families put a bounty of a million dollars on him. For his own hood, it was two million. Whoever collected on that hit would be a rich man or woman. The Vagos also ended up getting arrested. But since they hadn't hit them today, all they got was mostly attempted murder charges and gun charges. It was enough to at least get them off the streets for a few years and every barrio that had dead bodies from those hits were now being investigated and faced possible RICO charges.

That made G Bone a priority green light target for the Vagos and the orders had come down all the way from the Security Housing Unit at Eagle Bay. He was to be hit. His girlfriend and child luckily were not targeted. Janea had dropped her flag as a result of what had happened. She hated him and she associated him with the gang and she was tired of getting shot at when she had a son. She had been heartbroken but it had turned to rage instantly. She wanted him dead too.

G Bone's only friend currently was the prison pastor nd his cell mate. Another Christian.

In the meantime T Mart rested. He was in a world of agony and they didn't know if he would ever have full mobility again but at least he wasn't in prison. He could still go to the Philippines once he had recovered. Mai would have to think of a way to get Gina from prison too. She would leave Lamar in there to rot but she had also heard that Mahana had also been arrested.

They hadn't found any evidence they had been among those at the house when they found them and they had questioned her about the wounds she'd received from the shootings but she had refused to talk so now she was in County. Ulu on the other hand, was MIA despite being a person of interest and the authorities assumed he may have lit out for either Hawaii or American Samoa.

In reality, Mai knew she could find out pretty easily where he'd gone but she didn't want to use the internet right now. She was paranoid. She was staying in Sandy Shores with Trevor for the time being. It was at his property. She'd been allowed to stay in the aftermath of Trevor's extreme grief over his friend. He had been on a meth binge the last week or so.

He had been bathing at least more since she had come and the repairs on the trailer had been completed. He had let her stay in the back at his resterraut The hen House in paleto bay. It wasn't Sandy Shores where he had the most power but it was at least far away from Los Santos where both the Ballas and Familes wanted her dead and the Vagos. The Vagos usually didn't venture out here unless it was for big deals with people like Madrazo or Oscar Guzman. But Aztecas and Marabunta were everywhere but luckily not Paleto Bay.

And the cops out here were backwoods. More worried about gang bangers and meth heads. "Hey, Trevor...for an extra ten grand, can you get me access to a laptop? Under no name that can be traced back to me. In fact, if it's a guy that's even better."

"JESUS, Mai, ya know something that's five bucks here is 8 bucks where I'm from but even STILL that is overpaying me just to use a laptop. You feeling a little lonely? Like flicking your bean? What's your poison? Incest? S&M? Latins? Anal? Threesomes?! Lesbians? Chicks with dicks?! GANGBANGS?!"

"No, none of the above,handsy and why do I get the idea that despite living in a trailer and being addicted to meth when you have a million dollar meth empire and a stake in the porn industry, you know things you shouldn't? Like how to clear a hard drive?"

"That isn't nice considered I opened my door to you and you haven't put out for SHIT!"

She rolled her eyes at Trevor. "That's because I'm not an ice addict."

She had lived in worse living quarters before but Trevor's apartment was the last place he wanted to be.

Alderney City

Grizz poured a Pisswasser for yet another customer. He had landed himself a job out here as well as his baby mama and daughter. Croak was working on campus at the community college. He'd wanted to have a university education if he had to go straight but Grizz had insisted that despite the money they had gotten away with during their move to the new state, it looked better and less suspicious if he was at a community college because it was within the price range of what they were supposed to have.

The customer was a Caucasian male with blonde matted hair and gray eyes standing at five eight. He was a trucker who often drove cross country. The bar was a bar and grill called Salty's. The man was describing something he had seen on the highway out in Nebraska. Grizz didn't mind. Sure, Alderey City was a rough city one of the roughest in the country but luckily they lived in a working class area that was relatively safe.

It beat the hell out of getting shot in South Central. He wanted to go to Liberty City sometime but he had been keeping them in the routine of a normal life first. "So anyway I saw all those hundreds of dollars of bills flying all over and people were getting out of their cars to get to them and highway patrol was trying to stop everybody from doing it."

"Hey, Dennis!" Called a patron of Chinese American descent in his late twenties. He was nursing a cheeseburger and fries with an E Cola with four shots of El Sancho's tequila. He had already polished off the four shots. He had to admit he was getting a bit tipsy but the fact that he was at least eating was good. It was taking the ex Baller a long time to get acquainted with his new name. Dennis Perkins was his new name.

His backstory to anybody who asked was that he and his family were originally from Vice he'd had bartending experience both indoors and outdoors. He poured he kid more shots. "Aight boss but after that, you're good."

"Gotcha, Captain," The man replied as he chewed his burger and dipped his fries in ketchup. An African American couple were also there and each nursed a beer. The woman was dark skinned enough to be African despite being born and raised in Leftwood in Alderney. The man was lighter skinned of an almond complexion and he had been born in Blackwater. "Hey,brother, can you put on the game?New Austin's playing Liberty City."

Grizz did as he was told. "You got it, brah."

"Good looking out, homie.."

"So what brings a sturdy handsome young brother all the way from Vice City to a place like Alderney City? No disrespect but motherfuckersd from out here leave cause they want to go somewhere like Vice City."

"Vice City doesn't seem like home anymore. It got taken over by the tourists. Dumb kids on spring break, Plus the crime down there is more than I wanted to deal with."

"You're not any better in Alderney, I'm afraid to break it to ya!" An Ecuadoran American who was a regular wearing a red jacket over a white t shirt and blue jeans. "This city shit cities all around the state has murders, carjackings, all that."

"Yeah and I know that NOW but I didn't know that coming in...you hear about Alderney.I don't know what I was thinking but I didnt think shit was violent out here."

"Don't be trying to play like you didn;t know how hood it was out here..." Stated an African American male in Grizz;s age group. "Alderney City aint nowhere anybody wants to be. This is the place for motherfuckers that can't afford Liberty City..."

"I'm being real I just wanted to see snow. And I knew I couldn't afford Liberty City prices...I didn't want to go out there though."

"Why not?" Asked a black man in his late twenties with an old school fade wearing a Waston Druids jersey. Since Alderney had no sports team it was unclaimed so to speak though most supported Liberty City teams, it wasn't exclusively. "Everybody should at leas want to visit. You know Liberty City was theh capitol of the country once right?"

"The capitol's changed a few times, brah. but look I'm from VC so you know...cats from Liberty they come down there and buy up winter houses that they only stay in for part of the year. If there's any reason a lot of folks from Vice hate Libertonians that's why..." He earned a bit of a glare from the man but he added, "That said, I aint saying hat's how I see all Libertonians but the rich ones give the regular folks a bad time."

"Yeah, I feel ya. Can't nobody do shit about that."

"Maybe not now but someday..." Grizz stated.

"What about LS?" Asked another patron as he watched a Penetrators game on the TV. "Nah..." Grizz shook his head. "I was out there during the 92 riots. That was the last time I was there. The city was cool a year before that but a bit rough but then the riots made it a war zone."

"Oh I feel you..." Stated the man in the Druids jersey. "But that was a long time ago, brother. The city aint that dangerous no more you just gotta stay away from the hood."

That's what I'm trying to do.

Before long he finished up. He would finally have three days off. He walked in he door and greeted his daughter and ex wife. The smell of sweet potato pie filled the air. "Lord have mercy..." He chuckled. "I die and go to heaven?"

"I aint so sure you going upstairs, big daddy..." Chuckled his ex as she bumped him with her butt. "So my cooking is as close as you gonna get."

he pulled her in close. "Girll, you're about to hurt my feelings..."

"I'm sorry baby..." She kissed him. "How was your day?"

"It was cool. You know/..it's a good thing I gave up drinking a long time ago. If I had a problem, i don't think I could work there."

"That's true.../even back in the days you got turnt up but never too much. Except the old days."

As dinner was prepared and ready, Croak finally came through. As usual. he looked pissed at everything. And everyone. When his day was asked about, he frowned. "I hate Alderney City. Wwe have to tell mofuckas we from Vice City without really being there. Instead we live in a city with hoods that make Davis look like a five star hotel!"

Grizz listened as he talked. He knew he was not used to doing this but he was going to have to be there for everybody. He had to make up for twenty one years.

West Los Santos

"Where are we going?" Asked T Mart. He had been laid up for almost two weeks with his jaw wired shut. He had four more weeks to go. "Were getting you to the Philippines, son. I'm a man of my word. Do you believe in God? Asked Khoi as he steered the Dingy as they were headed for a ship. "I've got a contact for you to meet out there who I worked with sometimes when I was in Manilla. You got cash. Ill make sure you have a gun if you need it. But you can't look back once you get there. No contacting Gina, Mai, Clayton, anyone. You put them at risk if you call them."

The Filipino angrily responded, "Yeah you old fucker in case you aint notice I got my jaw wired shut. I aint about to do shit once I get in country except sleep. I dont even.I don;t get to see my own homeland on on my terms until I wake up from the coma these painkillers put me in."

"Listen, you're gonna be fine. The man I have who will watch your back from afar has eighty seven confirmed kills, all right? He's with the Agency but we still go back."

"Why does the IAA gotta be in my country, Khoi? Isn't it bad enough we got invaded? And your home got invaded too. I want to go home but im tired of the world looking at our country like were bitches. Treat the homies out there like a joke and the women just get seen as mail order brides...you don't know how lucky you are...with everything you told me. You switched sides when you had to. I get it. People think the war we have in the streets is the same as a real war but i know it aint."

"You wrestle with the duality of the two worlds we walk. We all think about what we would do. Back in the bad old days. But Im a Vietnam vet in every sense of the world, homes..." He stated echoing the Chicano street slang that was sometimes adopted by black, Asian and Samoan gangs. "And if you ask republicans out here they say I'm a hero for fighting communism. And democrats call us baby killers. But since I originally fought for the south, when it came out m southern ties, I never could return. It's not like there wasn't other turncoats in the war but I did too much damage. To the Americans and the North. I only came west because the US never figured out I was playing both ends."

He then pointed out as he drove them on the Dingy to board the bigger ship. They could hear the blades of a Maverick. The thunder of 7.62 rounds cracking at them hit the boat. Khoi saw the source of the rounds from the chopper boys sniping them. He hit the gunman and the man plummeted to the water below but there were three more Chinese nationals aboard the chopper besides the pilot.

"Mấy đứa nhỏ muốn làm tình với tôi hả ?! Tôi là xã hội đen chính gốc ở đây!"

(You little kids want to fuck with me?! I'm the original gangster out here!)

He struck a gunman on the right side of the chopper and he hit the Chinese gang member in the chest with more rounds than he could remember. He reminded himself to do an ammo check first chance he had. It made him glad he was using the Dingy which despite T Mart having his jaw wired shut they didn't know what was going.

he watched the next Chinese man came firing in. "The rounds came back at Khoi and T Mart mercilessly and five 7.62 rounds struck Khoi in the back. He had on armor but he had not fully recovered from the injuries he had sustained in the latter half of 2017. He hit the water as he fell from the boat and he knew he had no chance. He felt foolish for even trying. He dove down as his wounds bled and knew that he would be dead meat if he went up there. He had seen T Mart get hit but he was not sure how bad.

The helicopter lowered and they fired down into the water. Luckily the water protected him.

Paul

He showed up at the headstone for Curtis. Ben had his ashes sent back to North Carolina to be with his family. "I'm sorry, man. For everything. I know you wanted out of the pen but not like this...then again...maybe you're free that way Just rest in the Earth and become part of it."

\He dropped some flowers on the SW Indigenous convict's tombstone which read Curtis Velasquez. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to help..." He sighed. "They took Ben home. So he got free too.

Dawn appeared at his side now noticeably pregnant at around 4 or so months. He hadn't had pregnant sex with her in this stage but he planned on it.

"Migwetch for looking after ninâpêm...we never got to meet but you and everybody that stood by him got him home safe."

He lit some tobacco and safe for his spirit. "Do you think we'll ever go home? Even if the IAA got you a pardon it doesn't feel safe out here. I like LS but I don't know it..."

"We'll go home," He replied, "Eventually. They may have gotten me out and scrubbed my record but they tried to kill me. They would have killed you too. I can't takle that chance. We can pop our heads up here and there in T-Town for a minute in a bit but right now it's not safe to be there. Our enemies took our old territory. Everybody else is back at Pierre Noir or they're in W town."

In the months since the shootout involving Big Ray and Lee Shen that had preceded Ray's death, the Triads had used their influence with the police especially since unlike many US and Canadian cities, Teranto was a city with one of the highest Asian populations at well over 52% when you factored i East Asians and South Asians together. The police had simply arrested the Warriors from Teranto but they still had a presence in Lightning Bay.

They had felt lucky they had escaped prosecution from the police but they knew it wasn't luck in reality. The RCMP just had caught the other boys on the streets and put them in prison. All sorts of trumped up charged as well as some legitimate ones had largely dismantled the Wennatario charter of the Red Warriors. They were still being loyal in prison but they were all in prison.

Shep felt like a personal failure lately. He had started the charter out there only for them to get arrested anyway as he had. His father had started them in that area. In Manitou. Here in Wennatario, Shep and a friend of his from prison Gilbert Deheart had started the new chapter on the streets. Gilbert had been Miqmaq but he had been stabbed to death in prison by a gang member from a gang called C Cide. He had been in a fight in the chow hall and the two men had stabbed each other but the other man had emerged victorious. The stabbing earned the rival another 4 years. Sheppard had preferred to not kill Indians or fight for that matter but when that had happened he felt obligated to avenge his friend and this was what he did.

The next time after that he went back to prison he had done eighteen months himself and when C Cide had just two week left of his original sentence, Sheppard and two other Warriors Danny, who had been alive at the time, and Chaska, same story, had ambushed him on his way back to his cell. They had stabbed him a total of thirty four times between the three of them and they left him bleeding in the entrance of his own cell. They had gotten away with it but they spent the next six months on lockdown.

With himself having been the senior member for years, he had wanted to abandon it and now in the end with those that had died and been arrested that chapter was pretty much folded. It didn't matter to him that the original chapter he had been part of was still intact even though he was now leading it as the son of the founder and he ran Pierre Noir but none of that changed the fact that they had lost a chapter to the streets.

He'd heard his father had gotten out of prison and he had left the province. He'd told his father he could have the position as chief back. He didn't want to represent the MRW or Manitou Red Warriors if his father was there so he had told him he could have the streets back. He wanted nothing from him. He sought to carve out his own destiny. If he couldn't have his charter he started he wanted nothing to do with it. Even members like K:or and even his own siblings and Dawn and Aila had been considered de facto members of both based on where they were born and raised and some reservations had recruits in High School and younger.

When the chapter folded due to rival gangs and police, since it was seen as a sister chapter to that of Winnipek, it was not seen as two separate things but the same thing and it was seen as though the RW's in Winnipek had funded and backed their operations on the east coast and so that chapter was seen as having been their loss but Sheppard Littlefoot refused to believe that.

"K:or!" Dawn's voice brought him back to reality. "Are you listening to me?"

He blinked. He didn't want to answer but he also didn't want to lie. She continued, "You're somewhere else, baby. Where are you?"

"The past. Somtimes...maybe...al my life...I always either looked to the past or the future. I had a hard time living in the here and now. But not every memory I had was bad. You know for a long time I didn't live with or know my dad? I was living with him a few years but I spent most of my childhood not knowing the moherfucker."

He sank onto the grass. "I got so many people killed, Dawn. I heard my mom is alive but I can't go see her. Not with a target on my back. From the IAA especially. I'm surprised they didn't try and torture her and hold her till she said where I was. It's good if she doesn't know..." He exhaled and collapsed on the grass. "That's why I'm scared to be a dad."

Her brown eyes gazed into his turquoise eyes. "tânêhki?" She asked him. (Why?)

He had tears in his eyes. "Because my rakeni'ha was a terrible dad and I got Aila killed, Dawn. i bring death and destruction. I'd get our baby killed. Now i'm thinking I need to get out of the game for our kid but now I don't know what to do. The IAA want me dad, half the gangs in LS and Teranto too. And Liberty City. And Winnipek. I might make homies wherever I go but I make twice as many enemies."

"Come here..." She hugged him. "You'll be a better dad than yours. Or mine. Or Aila' 're worried about your moms safety so you're ignoring your instinct to go find her."

"Yeah but that's part of it too. I don't even know why Tanaka made it seem like he killed her. He knocked her out and faked her death and framed the Chinese, remember? I was just barely able to survive the streets but nobody lasts forever. I think I've given more than enough years of my life to this shit. I don't know what to do."

"We're gonna protect our babies with our lives. Just trust the creator.."

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he thought of having to blow his dad away, of all the things that dick did. Of his hellish bullying existence in schools back and forth between Liberty City and Canada. He thought of getting shot and his incarceration and the thought that Mai had been behind it all was too much. G Bone had done what he was supposed to but now he was doing life. He had also done the unthinkable out of anger since he couldn't get back at Paul, he had the idea to namedrop Mai Thu and Khoi as a current and former IAA agent respectively. Mai would have to go on the lamb.

He stood up wiping them aside. "You're right. We got a long life ahead of us. But only if we're careful."

"Are you done with your. Unresolved issues with your roommate?"

"Yeah. She won't be a problem again."

In his head he thought, Wa'keweientehtà'ne.. with dark thoughts and intentions at his revenge that he had kept his hands clean of.

Pacific Ocean

They were about six miles of the coast and they had a bit of a way to go. It had seemed before like a good idea to catch the ship T Mart was meant to be on when it departed but Khoi knew they had been running late due to how far they had to come from Sandy Shores. Even though Khoi had not been a agent in years, he knew certain safehouses were being used by operatives but he only stayed there at times when they were overseas on a mission. He had always figured they'd call 911 and try to have an old man evicted.

But they never did.

Khoi was driving with T Mart as a passenger in a Dingy. "I'm gonna get you on that boat when we get there! You'll be a stowaway but the Captain knows you're coming."

"This doesn't feel real, K. It's been so many years since I been back. It's like I miss it and I'm excited but at the same time, I'm already starting to miss San Andreas!"

"You'll still be by the water, kid. Maybe in twenty years when you aged enough and look different enough you can come back."

"I don't know...killing two cops is serious man. I know I fucked up not doing it your way but no matter how crazy shit gets out there, I aint ever fuckin leaving the homeland again./I'm dead ass serious. If the homies wat to see me they're gonna have to come visit me. I want that for all our homies..."A helicopter hovered and they saw three Asian males and much to their surprise, a black male as well clad in purple. Khoi didn't see him close enough but it was Stone. He rained 7.62 fire at the two Asians. Khoi tried to avert and bail as he realized he had no to even try to fight as he had been preoccupied with getting T Mart to the boat home.

Suddenly, a helicopter could be heard and Khoi instantly stole a glance back that way. "T Mart you take the wheel. I'll keep us covered..."

The thunder of AK's filled the air as Khoi returned fire with an M4A1 he had stashed. He fired and struck the first shooter who fell from the Maverick. As the chopper sped ahead to do another go around, Khoi stole a look with the scope. They were Asian. Chinese by the looks of them and a few of them were dressed in wine colored clothing. The older men were dressed in more fancy silk shirts while the younger generation were dressed in baggy street clothes such as a red jersey and baggy gray jeans.

Khoi zeroed in on the next. "That ship! Just drive us there, T! Do not look back!" Warned Khoi. "OR UP!"

He saw that another chopper was inbound and cursed under his breath in Hmong before zeroing in on the other shooter hanging off the side the one in the jersey. He fired and he struck the man in right leg and then the left and the man fell to his death in the water below. "Thanks for feeding the sharks, bitches!" Barked T Mart.

"Don't get ahead of yourself! We're not out of this yet!" Khoi hit the remaining two men with headshots with four more three round bursts taking out the Chinese men. The other chopper was still active, however. They opened fire as they came hovering in and Khoi took five in the back and he felt at least one go through the armor and he fell from he boat. He thought he was a goner as he stayed in the water because as he fell, he had seen T Mart get hit as well. The boat had stopped and the chopper was still firing down.

He could make out from under the water what looked to be somebody of African American descent wearing purple but Khoi did not dare stick his head up. The water protected him from the onslaught of 7.62 rounds before the Chinese OG from the other chopper barked orders in Cantonese that Khoi couldn't hear underwater and they stopped firing.

The chopper had lowered and he could see that they were lifting a still alive but wounded T Mart from the boat. They got him into thee Maverick and he could hear the chopper and see it lifting off. He finally surfaced and grabbed onto the boat. He got up and got back to steer it but his vision was blurred. He saw blood in the water where the other Bloodfeathers landed and he saw that hey had become shark chow. He counted himself lucky that there had been enough bodies in that shootout to justify it.

T Mart's left leg bled from a single 7.62 round. "Fuck you motherfuckers...!" He grimaced with anger. "Let me go!"

He was flown above the other chopper just above it. It seemed coordinated to the Filipino gang banger. He was face to face with Stone. "What the fuck...?"

"Yeah!" Shouted the OCB leader. "Didn't think ya'll could keep chipping my boys over lowriders and get away with it did you?"

"Whatever you do to me Mai's gonna do worse."

"We already got her dad, bitch..." Growled a Bloodfeather wearing a dark red plaid shirt and a gold crucifix necklace and an SF hat that was black and black jeans. "All those years...surviving the Vietnam war just to end up full of holes in the ocean..."

Stone nodded. "We made a deal with these boys beyond just the pen in the old days. I needed to make an example outta one of ya'll and you the one everybody's looking for. Even the police. You aint even do as much to us as some of the others like those Samoan motherfuckas but best believe I'm coming after them soon as I'm done with ya'll. You niggas from the beach come to South Central and you think you hard but you niggas can't play with the big dogs in Davis and Rancho. You can only hang in Strawberry cause ya'll got a set out there but for the most part Davis and Rancho niggas aint got no love for bitches from your hood."

He was right. Only some Family sets were cool with people from Cypress Flats/East Beach and none of them were from either of the places he named and all of them were westside South Central gangs but since there were no Ballas in that area, only Ese's, Uso's and Locs and the Asian factions that had loyalty to Locs or did their own thing,same with the Sons they were loyal to green but no Baller from any hood had any love for any gang from out there.

"But these boys had more of a score to settle with you. They wanted to jumpstart their operation in Southern San Andreas again. Ya'll ran them outta the Valley on that side of town before."

A Boodfeather wearing a black and red silk shirt and black slacks who had been among those shooting at him and Khoi, punched the Filipino in the stomach as hard as he could winding him. The Chinese gangster kicked him in the right side. "Hey you little bitch. That fuckin Puerto Rican faggot you Cum Stains let into your set...what was his name again?"

"Sicko Green..." Sneered T Mart with defiance. He was pissed that they had killed Khoi. "He said the Bloodfeathers were some busters on a gang documentary. We were watching," The Chinese gangster with the shaved head informed him.

As they hovered, Stone revved up the chainsaw. He brought it to T Mart's jaw and let the blade slice through his chin. It sawed at bone and soon he looked like a venus fly trap. "ARGHHHHHHHHH!" Roared the critically wounded and disfigured Da Nang Boy member as he bled all over the inside. Stone laughed. "Aight I got my pound of flesh for the homies he's all yours..." Stone chuckled as he got back to the cockpit.

Khoi had seen them hovering but now the other chopper he had seen was below the one T Mart was on. Despite the round that had struck him in the shoulder he was going to try shooting. He had called his wife on the satellite phone and let her know he was injured. He gave her the coordinates and she said she was on her way. He hoped he would get to see Mai again and her but this was a dangerous situation and it was only getting worse. He didn't know what to do. If he shot the pilot in this case he would crash with T Mart.

Then again, that might be preferable to whatever the rival gang had planned for the young Filipino fugitive. He knew he was losing energy and focus. He would have to spray up the entire helicopter. It would be a mercy killing. He could see the young man's jaw sawed open and muscles wee ripped as the chainsaw had gone through the wire. He was not moving. the sight of it made Khoi's eyes roll back as he saw that T Mart was not moving. The chainsaw had also sawed through his teeth on bottom starting from the jaw and the chainsaws teeth and destroyed his.

The Triad leader grabbed his wrecked jaw and pulled the ripped skin and muscle even more apart. The only one not being recorded as they did this was Stone. They had started recording after he stopped talking as Ivan and he had requested.

The leader turned to a younger Chinese gang member and asked, "Did you get all that?"

"Yeah..."

"Good. Now let's make sure all the shot callers for the Da Nang Boyz get a copy. Every set. This shit goes out on the dark web."

The bald Chinese gangster threw T Mart out of the helicopter and he went through the helicopter blades and was chopped into multiple bloody chunks that scattered as they hit the water. The Triad group smirked at their handiwork even though it had caused the other chopper to crash as well. The chopper turned back towards the west coast.

Luckily for Khoi as he collapsed from exhaustion, a chopper was inbound and he knew it was his wife. She had known how to fly since the war. T Mart! He's just a kid! Were his last thoughts as he closed his eyes and before everything went black, he remembered the war and how far too many kids had indeed died in equally bloody and horrible ways.

Mai...if I don't make it...you gotta strike back at the Bloodfeathers. Get help from the Dragon Circle if you have to...

Chunks of T Mart's body landed in the water floating in different directions. This caused the chopper's blades to be damaged and it began to smoke and the bird lost control and met a fiery fate in the unforgiving water.

"Jesus, Fong! You just killed one of our guys!" Cried another Bloodfeather. The meanest looking Triad with the shaved head who had thrown T Mart, Fong, answered, "I never liked him. He was dating my sister. She can do better. If anyone asks, T Mart and the Viet Cong down there killed everyone in that chopper."

He smirked. "That little punk killed two N.O.O.S.E agents and he thought he was just gonna run back to the homeland...well now there can be a piece of T Mart headed home for all

Mai

She was now on the run from the law and she was not sure that the sanctuary of Trevor Phillips was safe enough anymore. She would have to head to South Yankton or possibly North Yankton. Maybe even Hawaii. Anywhere but San Andreas. That wasn't the thing that had scared her most. That one gangster that Paul was going after got away?

She couldn't help but wonder why G Bone had snitched. Maybe it was the amount of people who already wanted him dead. Even just the attack he had done while they were banged up resulted in a drive by from the SOP in Strawberry hitting the South Side Ballas. Even though in Mai's hood there was more law enforcement cracking down because of what he did, the Sons in Strawberry were active.

She couldn't see Paul letting him slip through his fingers either. She knew he could have exacted his revenge in the same way that he had on Flash but somehow the Baller had eluded him. Maybe he had gon to the law as a last resort. They'd said that when he turned himself into thee FIB plaza and started singing like a canary, he had multiple unexplained injuries.

Mai had wanted to talk to Paul that night but the next thing she'd known, there had been an APB out on her and her father. Her father and T Mart were laying low at the new spot but dad had been talking about trying to get him onboard a ship before it was too late. She saw several texts and voicemails from her mother. She was saying something in Vietnamese but it was fast and she needed to listen to it again.

Suddenly the unknown number rang again. She answered, "Hello?"

"We put a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted..." A male voice told her. Mai felt her heart stop and her blood run cold.

Ivan

He was given 72 hours to do what he needed to do before the job that would impact Cerco Blanco. For now, he found himself in a Carcer City Hotel He'd made all the arrangements. Anatoly shoved the man forward. He had to ask him for help since the last four months since his fight in the south plus the weeks that had flown by after that, Vasily had gone home to visit his wife and sons and daughters. They were all adults now themselves, his daughter already a parent of a six year old boy and his sons both had impregnated their wives.

When Vasily was with his family he tried to make up for the years he'd spent in the KGB as he edged towards his twighlight years. Ivan was in no hurry to tear the man from his rest and relaxation. He'd even started attending some church out there which surprised had been able to make love to his own wife who had herself been involved in similar lines of work to him but she'd given it up after the Cold War. He'd been able to attend football games with his sons and meet his daughter's child and experience what it was to be a grandfather.

Ivan suspected he would never get to meet any grandkids. He counted himself lucky any of his children survived with the line of work he was into.

"I'm going to remove the tape from your mouth," Ivan informed the African American as he took the bag off his head. "Now I did not bring you here to hurt you. I'm going to give you a chance to earn your freedom. But if you scream,..I will cut your tongue out and I'd hate to have wasted a good favor to get you out of prison."

Alonzo glared back at him as he took the tape off. "Who the fuck are you?!" Demanded the Apostle gang member in a harsh but silent tone.

"Ivan Azarov. You might have heard of Marcus Roman?"

"That yellow nigga? Yeah I know that motherfucker. He's the reason I was doing all day in a motherfuckin federal prison, dog. New Arcadia...what a waste of time..."

"What if I told you it wasn't a waste of time? That your efforts of organizing the streets with Carcer City as a base was possible if you got the OG's in line who would put money over pride and you get rid of the ones who won't. New Arcadia is the key to controlling the Missispipi. I would have overlooked it myself until I looked into its location and history. The climate leaves a lot to be desired especially with all the hurricaines but imagine how rich you could be. The Families and Vagos have more power on the west coast and Ballas, including those MOB idiots and the Lords run the east coast. Why shouldn't the Apostles be the top dog in the south? You have a powerbase in Carcer but that's still a battlefield. In New Arcadia, you could set up a base for your soldiers who need to lay low from Illinois warrants..."

"What? Nigga I don't even fuckin know you, man..."

"I'm somebody who went to war with Marcus Roman. It ended in a stale mate. I'd say it ended better for me than it has for you and the Emporor of Rome has already gotten himself into another conflict with the catel and the Spanish Lords. They're making a play for Narcadia."

Alonzo laughed, "If me and my patnas couldn't take that motherfucker from one bitch ass family and his crew of emos cause they got feds in they pocket how the fuck they gonna do shit?"

"The cartel..."

"What you think me and my boys never did a deal with the cartel in my city? Who you think the plug is? And if you know who I am and why I was up in there then you know I was a Sgt so you know I'm capable."

"What if I could not only get you out of prison and keep you out, pardon and all, and let you go back to the streets of the Southside and collect soldiers? You were an officer in the Army but you could be a king on the streets. You could get all the income a city like Narcadia could produce. Plus I know you got familiar with those 60 day laws...whgat if I could let you put whoever you wanted to run the wards for you? It's time for New Arcadia to get with the times. They can't fight change. I can even swing it so you get reinstated with your rank with full pay. Or that prison sentence you had can turn into an honorable discharge. But I need you to swear loyalty to me."

"What if I say fuck you?" Alonzo growled.

He heard a pistol clicking and felt iron at the back of his head. "Then I blow your chorny head off and then go down the street and try your local deep dish pizza so I can compare it to Liberty City."

"Guess I aint got a choice. I spent enough time inside...see this shit?" He beckoned to a scar on his neck. "A couple of Lords did that shit to me two months back. I ya'll had decided to kill me I would have been good with that cause we were in ad seg and the prison was on lockdown. I was fighting but I'm the one that got stabbed. If we go to New Arcadia when I'm done with those off brand bitches I want at the Lords in that city cause I heard some of the Motherland chapter bitches is running out to that city."

"So you HAVE heard of the war in New Arcadia..."Ivan smirked as he got Alonzo a Vodka regardless of if he asked for one but he didn't decline it.

"The one cracking off between the Whores and the Roman bitches..." He sneered as he drank his drank. "I aint know he got mixed up with another cat from outta town. Nah you know what? I'll roll with you but why do you got beef with this nigga?"

Ivan smirked. "We may as well order room service. Tommorow we're going to go to your old neighborhood and recruit who you think will be most loyal to you. Then you replace whoever is really running things. After that...for now we stay out of New Arcadia but I may need your help in Los Santos. So we'll build the Apostles out there in silence. There are a lot of organizations that are not going to be all right with another outside gang in their state."

"There's Apostles in San Andreas though I know this shit for a fact..." Alonzo replied.

"And they have no power. The versatility of you Carcer gangs is you might be the future. Your alliances and your enemies...it extends to eadch other even if you see each other outside Carcer. You're potential to even have your city be even more known worldwide. The San Andrean gangs have some reach beyond their borders but the farther east they go, the more dilluted their gang codes get. But the internet and Hip Hop scene has allowed people from tour city to make your gang culture known through music and throgh networking. Why let the Lords get a foothold in the south? Even in Liberty City the MOB is more powerfulk than them now and you can go and take their corners from them there. I have another ally who is affilated with the Lords in Liberty City..."

"Man, I aint allyting with no Lord..."

"This doesn't have to be anything beyond temporary. It's about getting revenge on the Roman Family isbn't it? Who better than you the last man standing to tell me where you think you went wrong in your invasion of New Arcadia and what you did right. You see you foght him and lost. I fought him and it's a stand still but together, we can be the final nail in the coffin of the Roman Empire."

They ordered room service. Ivan got turkey and mashed potatoes and a Haterade, fruit punch flavored. Alonzo ordered a cheeseburger and fries with onion rings and chicken wings and a Sprunk. Anatoly ordered fish and rice and he used an E Cola as a mixer. Alonzo wolfed down a bite of the burger with onion ring and dipped his ketchup shoveling it into his mouth before taking a drink of soda. "So what ya'll do to piss them of, homie? I'm all ears and I'm all in."

With that, Ivan decided to bring him up to speed as they ate telling him everything that had gone on between himself. When he revealed he was an ally of Neto, this caused apprehension in the African American Carcer born gang member but he knew that with as many powerhouses as Ivan had, they could bide their time in San Andreas and then once thee time was right and the New Arcadian enemy was either worn out or wiped out from the cartel, either way, the Apostles would have a second chance to swoop in.

Taking a bite of fish, Anatoly added, "We don't care about controlling the projects or the streets. But we will have a role in the prostitutiin in that city and the strip clubs and call girls. It is too lucrative not to. And we control the ports."

"So that's it? I get the city or my boys do but ya'll get all that?"

"Just a piece of the prostitution, my friend," Ivan chuckled. "Such a small percent you won't notice. And as for the ports, this is something you will need a friend for if you want to move shipments between New Arcadia and Carcer. Throw in Los Santos and Liberty City and we will have a billion dollar empire. Not petty hood capitalists like the Roman family."

"And you get control of the hustling in Brandy Street plus every ward..." Anatoly reminded him. "But this power must be earned. To prove you have adapted to the Roman style of war...you've tasted defeat against them. Now if you are a man, you will strike back with everything you have. He does not know you are out. We have a new identification for you for now, papers."

"So if i'm free..." He started in on the vanilla pudding he had also ordered up with it. "Why I gotta have different names and passports?"

"You're not free YET..." Ivan reminded him. "For now you are just out of prison. You are not free. I paid for the department of corrections to make it seem as though you are being transferred. I am sure you have heard of this tactic before."

"Hiding me in the system..." Realized Alonzo.

"You're not as dumb as you look..." Chuckled Anatoly.

"I'm not as dumb as you sound either..." He shot back.

"That's enough..." Ivan stated. "We're on the same side. Your name being cleared will be for a job well done. Pardon and all. For now, we need to make it seem like you are still in the system so that our enemies in that city don't know you're out. And if we move the Apostles to Los Santos instead of New Arcadia they'd have no reason to think you're coming. They'll be sleepers."

"Where am I supposed to have us set uo our operation in LS? None of the gangs you cool with is finna let me operate out there."

"I might be able to talk some Ballas into it...I know some of you and them got beef in the midwest and federal prisons but these guys in Los Santosd don;t know or care one way or another about the midwest."

"Aight. I'm with you. Just get me a bogie and I'll get ready for war. I got a lot of dead homies I gotta get payback for."

"Brother..." Ivan smiled, "You and I are the vandals who will sack Rome once it devours itself from within. We're already seeing that part start to happen. It';as halfway over now. They're going to make one hell of a stand but rest assured in ten years nobody will be talking about their street organization. They wil simply be an ugly cliffnote in that city's history."

"I want to chip off that white bitch he's with too...pop her ass in the head right in front of him. Then he can lose two thots to the streets. Only that bitch put a lot of Apostles and Maniacos behibnd bars when she participated in some sting as backup in Carcer some years back.I aint know about it at the time but they swept up a lot of homies."

Ivan shrugged. "You'll get your chance. But I'm going to have to be the one to put his IAA friend on ice. She's a bit above your paygrade, Sergeant."

That night before bed, Alonzo started doing burpees in the room they gave him. Anatoly had a room on the other side of it. Ivan watched obn the camera on his laptop from his room. Ivan and Anatoly had also worn disguises with both of them dressed as ugly redheaded males. Ivan was glad Alonzo was trying to get ready for war. It would be needed. Lee Shen had backup from the Dragon Circle Triads so Ivan had secured the Apostles.

After the workout, Alonzo watched TV, Little House On The Plains a show he had grown up watching. After that, he watched 70's Stories a sitcom that had started in the 90's and ended in the 2000's. After that, he watched two episode of The Science Of Crime and went to bed.

Rest easy, Marvin Cummings. . When you wake up,the real work begins. Thought Ivan as he stared at the monitor even as the Apostle slept which seemed to take two hours. He figured he wouldn't really sleep after so much time in prison so he gave the veteran gangster a sedative in his pudding that he didn't taste. It was a safety measure to make sure he didn't try and bolt. Ivan himself soon was asleep at his own laptop.

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That's it for this chapter I'm gonna go back and fix teh typos and grammars so if that's your complaint fuckin blow me otherwise constructive criticism is fine but anyway, i have my own style of writing im not nessecaily trying to follow anybody. Anyway, so that's the end of T Mart an abrupt and bloody end. When you saw that I had spared him after being shot by K Low which the Da Nang Boyz already want revenge for plus the shooting, now K:or found a way to get G Bone to take the fall for multiple murders and snitch on so many people in the process.

He did it so he wouldn't kill Janea and the baby but not without physical and mental torture. Where as T Mart went out in a bloody way and now Khoi is going to feel like he failed him. He was realy going to try and just shoot the helicopter down but he was weakened and they threw him out. The Bloodfeather who did this is visually based on that one bald triad from Sons Of Anarchy that raped Juice and also shot up the whorehouse and killed Collete.

I just wanted to kill a major character off so i did. And I revealed Mai to have screwed K:or over and rather than seek revenge on her when he already has Merryweather and part of the IAA after him, he didn'trisk a war with him too. He also realized this would be a much worse revenge on G Bone as it would make his woman hate him, someday his son would grew up to hate him and he made it seem like he cheated pulling on him what Miguel did to Mark earlier except there was no sex in this case it was just what it looked like.

Then the fact that he's now in PC, hated by almost every major street gang in LS County, and he's going to be doing life in prisonm, his best friend really is just a preacher. He now believes the only chance he has at happiness now is if he just dies in prison either old or whenever but he saves his soul turning back to the bible. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do about G Bone I might just leave it at that and see if Zilla wants to do anything with it but the blacklist and burn notice of Mai is based on the pilot of Burn Notice.

Now Mai is thinking about going to South Yankton to avoid the law. Should she go there or stay put with Trevor? She's now going to think the walls are closing in on her and now she's afraid to even contact her doesn't know what just happened with T Mart and her mom going by herself to rescue him.

As for Grizz we'll see more of what he's up to in Alderney City I haven't decided which area of Alderney City he should be in with his family. As for Alonzo i figured since Zilla made more use of Clyde and Jill than I have once I had no more ideas for where to take them wel just like Alonzo was locked up but not dead if he is recruited for a second wind he can be a powerful ally and even though it would come with strings attached to the Bravta it's still a sweeter deal than most gangsters locked up can hope for.

I don't know what i'll have him do in San Andreas but i might have him and a[postles pretend to be a rival Families set when hitting a set o Families Ivan and the Ballas are at war with so I could do that as long as they cover their tattoos

T Mart's redemption and near escape was sadly cut short. You would think since I wired his jaws shut and had him in misery thirteen days later having eaten through a straw he would have a long but painful recovery. Just to kill him later the same chapter. For him, it was thirteen days in between but for you reading it seems more brief for you than it seemed for him.

But hopeully I subverted expectations here. That'swhat I was driving for.

Next chapter we';ll get more into Packie and the IRA and the five families, K:or's botched robbery will also be shown. Neto, I'll think of something for him to do. Ivan has been putting it off but right now while his enemies in the south are busy with what is happening in New Arcadia, Ivan can finally go find his father.

Until next time.