Chapter 55: Mark's Cross-Country War Pt. 1

IAA Retaliation Pt. 1

New Arcadia (Four Days Later)

The song The Wreckage by Throw the Fight blared loudly at the BSU controlled club in the 17th Ward as Lee found himself sitting in the office in the back with his head down and a scowl that oozed of frustration prominent on his face as he looked down at the various pictures of the many unfortunate BSU members who didn't survive the attack against Merryweather.

All together the group had suffered heavy, almost staggering, casualties. Of the seventy BSU members from Sunbelt that came to New Arcadia there had to be only about twenty-seven of them left. Well over twenty of them had been killed in the assault, another thirty were wounded or critically injured, and some of them were even leaving New Arcadia as a whole. They'd seen their first taste of true battle and quickly realized that it wasn't for any of them.

The same could be said for the BSU members who came from Los Santos many of them were killed as well and the bodies were still being piled up.

The more Lee sat back and remembered the day and how everything played out he couldn't help but to think about the things that could have happened and the things he could have done that would have prevented so many of his brothers losing their lives or getting injured.

Maybe if he'd gotten his troops prepared earlier, maybe if they set better traps, maybe if they'd had better training and weapons, maybe if Mai wasn't hurt she could have helped them, maybe if Mark, Ana, Task, and Tully weren't in Sunbelt they could have added extra firepower and support.

The more he racked his brain the more he seemed to worry and stress himself out until he would eventually pass out and be haunted by the faces of those he'd lost. Out of the casualties on their side they'd counted much more on the side of their opposition. Merryweather had lost well over ninety troops between New Arcadia and Sunbelt as well as a number of Humvee's, a Helicopter, UAV, and few high ranking personnel.

Still the group was an international juggernaut that could easily replace their losses while BSU was scrounging together everything they could to survive another possible attack. In the back of Lee's head though he knew there was nothing they could to survive Merryweather if they came after them the same way they did.

He was dealing with a few minor burns to his back, Davey was nursing a bullet wound as was Tup and Tector, Jill had left them to go back to Los Santos, Marrick and the Roman Boyz were dealing with the fallout of another brewing war in New Arcadia that saw the councilwoman Mariah pulling together Ward gangsters and drug dealers to fight what would be another long bloody war with the Vagos, and Mark, Tully, and Task was still unaccounted for.

He'd heard the news from Task that Ana and Alison had been captured and he figured Mark wouldn't rest until he got them both back, but he also knew the youngest Roman didn't have a choice at the moment as he too was nursing injuries of his own that left him almost unable to stand.

He would be dead if not for Ernesto's daughter Carmen. Still he didn't trust the Ondero or the Vagos in general. Sure he knew both Mark and Ernesto had a strange connection, but he knew that was limited especially with after what Mark did in Sunbelt prior to the attack.

As he continued to think on the matter he was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door that caused him to lift his head and notice a familiar woman of Japanese descent and another of Irish descent walking in with serious looks on both of their faces.

"Still being a sad sap?" Nikki asked while Lee sat back in silence.

"You can't sit here and beat yourself up about what happened Lee. You did the best you could." Ren stated while Lee merely chuckled.

"What if my best wasn't good enough?" he asked while keeping his gaze away from them.

"We're alive aren't we?" Nikki asked with venom in her tone.

"But over twenty of us aren't." Lee shot back with venom of his own.

"They died because of Merryweather not because of you and many of those that are still alive have you, Jimmy, Manfred, Jill and even Mark's brother Marrick to thank for that. You know that better than anyone." Ren spoke earning silence from Lee who turned to look away from them.

He didn't want to say it out loud, but he figured this must have been how Mark felt when Alison came to him after a loss. Ren's words were going in one ear but out the other as Lee's doubts continued to flood his mind and wash her words out of his head.

"You want to tell me exactly why an international private security company wants all of you dead anyway?" Nikki asked with a raised brow.

Just as Lee went to speak out though he was interrupted by the sound of knocking at the door before watching as Buck poked his head in with a serious look on his face. "Our guest are here!" he stated while Lee nodded his head before rising from his seat and looking to the two women who both gave him raised brows.

"Stay here!" he ordered before moving for the door and following Buck out as the two women gave each other quizzical looks from the man.

"The fuck does he think he is ordering us around?" Nikki asked with venom in her tone while Ren remained silent.

"Any sign of our brother?" Lee asked earning a shake of the head from Buck.

"Nah but it looks like they got pretty banged up just as bad as we did." Buck replied as he and Lee made their way into the dance floor of the club where they noticed Jimmy, Manfred, Link, Eddy, and Thire sitting at the bar eyeing Ernesto, Syke O, Adahy, Felix, La Tortura, and Lady Casper as they stood in the middle of the club.

"Looks like you all took a few hits just like us." Lee let out as he moved to take a side with the other BSU members while taking in the emotionless look on the face of Felix and the other South Siders who each seemed to have a bandage on a part of their body.

"You can blame your homie Mark for that shit vato he brought your war down on us." Syke O yelled out while Lee merely chuckled while hearing the man continue with. "Innocent people in Gulfton Heights are dead because of you."

Before the Chinese man could speak out though he was caught off-guard as Felix came charging from the crowd and tackled him to the floor to the surprise of the Lee and everyone standing around him as they watched Felix move to pin the man's hands under the legs.

"You piece of shit!" Felix screamed out as he threw a punch that hit Lee in the center of the face. "My mother is dead because of you." He yelled out before moving to throw another punch only to be stopped as Lee managed to unpin himself and strike him with a headbutt to the center of the nose while Jimmy stepped up and delivered a swift kick to the side of Felix's head knocking him off Lee and forcing him to land back first on the floor where the group quickly drew their Pistols only for the BSU members to draw their own.

"This is kinda how I pictured this shit going down." Said Jimmy as he kept his Glock trained on the head of Adahy before looking up at the VIP section of the club. "That's why I took precautions." He added causing the man of Creek descent to lift his head and notice three men armed with Assault Rifles pointing their weapons down on the group.

"This is still our club and if you think we were gonna let you walk in with weapons without having some of our own you all are looking at the world through foggy glasses." Jimmy stated while Ernesto eyed him closely with his Magnum drawn.

"You bring your war on top of us and this is how we are treated even after we save Mark's life?" he asked with venom in his tone.

"Our war!" started Lee as he rose to his feet and spit a small amount of blood on the floor in the process. "You're right this is our war Ernie, but we're not the ones who started it and you would have been fighting it anyway." He added with venom in his tone. "Ain't that right Felix?" he asked while eyeing the man who looked at him with a confused expression.

"What are you talking about?" La Tortura asked.

"Drop your weapons and we will explain." Lee ordered with venom in his tone as Ernesto looked around at the group before giving the order and then lowering his gun along with the others.

"Now you do the same." He ordered before watching as Lee and the others set their weapons on the bar.

"Now we can start!" Lee said with a sick smile before looking to Link who nodded his head.

"Felix…do you remember a heist you pulled eight years ago with Ephraim, Rano, and Ralph?" Link asked with while Felix gave a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe you don't remember it but I remember it clearly because me and Mark had to clean up your fucking mess." Lee yelled out with more hatred in his tone.

"Eight years ago you hooked up with Rano's coked up cousins Beltran and Diego from El Salvador and broke into someone's house in North Sunbelt. Sounds simple enough, but do you want to tell everyone how you all royally fucked everything up or do you want me to do it?" Lee asked while looking to Felix who merely remained silent as all eyes fell on him.

"Alright then I guess that means I'm telling the story. All of you might already know who Beltran and Diego they're from South West Marabunta, nicknamed Dinero or Money or some shit like that. Two time convicted felons, get deported almost every year but keep coming back up here some how, Ernesto you may have served some time with them." Lee stated while looking to the man.

"We know who they are?" La Tortura replied while Lee nodded his head.

"Good, so you know the pricks were certified drug addicts and they decided to pull a fucking get money quick scheme outta there asses." Lee stated before looking back to Felix. "Still not ringing a bell Felix, okay how does a simple B&E turning into a double rape homicide sound to you? Does that ring any bells?" Lee asked with more venom in his tone causing more eyes to turn to Felix who remained silent.

"Long story short, the woman who lived there came home while they were pulling off their heist. So Captain Stupid Dumb Fuck right on side of you tied her up and left her with those two sick fucks and the rest is all history." Lee continued.

"I already know the answer to this but humor me Felix, when you walked in and saw those two raping her did you tell them to stop or did you sit there and watch for a few seconds as she screamed out for help with her face down in a pillow?" he asked while Felix eyed him angrily.

"Shut up!" the man of Quechan descent whispered out.

"Like I said I already know the answer and have been waiting a long time to call you out on it." Lee spoke out with a chuckle. "So how's it feel to be called a bitch in front of everyone?" he asked with venom in his tone.

"I said shut up!" Felix screamed out again.

"That's enough Lee!" Link interjected only for the Chinese man to cut him off.

"No, his ass needs to hear this shit and you won't deny me of that." Lee shot back. "Your goddamn mothers dead because you were a coward who let two assholes talk you into pulling a job none of you were prepared for and resulted in-." Lee started only for Felix to charge him again in anger only to be sidestepped and have his head slammed against the bar causing Adahy to move for his gun only to be stopped as he noticed the gunmen in the VIP Area train their weapons on him.

"Enough of this, what exactly does all of that have to do with what's happening now?" Ernesto asked with venom in his tone before he watched Lee swing Felix around and send him crashing back on the floor at their feet.

"The woman you killed was Dana Percival, the daughter of Daniel Percival, who is the older brother of Donald or Don Percival. Don Percival is the CEO and founder of Merryweather Security Service and his brother is one of the company's biggest shareholders." Stated Link while looking to the group quizzically. "I guess they finally put the pieces together as to what happened to the girl and are looking for revenge.

"If all of that is true then why did they come after you and Mark and not just Felix and the others?" Syke O asked with venom in his tone.

"Who do you think had to dig the hole that bitch was left in?" Lee shot back with venom in his tone.

"We buried her outside of Sunbelt near a farm." Jimmy added with little emotion in his tone.

"So you're right Ernesto their fight is ours and not yours but because of that one and your connection to him, you're involved so get yourselves ready because this war is far from over and we'd like our Commander of Death back." Lee finished while looking to the group and watching as they each remained silent for a few seconds before finally speaking out.

"He left!" Lady Casper retorted to the groups confusion.

"You're lying!" Lee shot back while moving to reach for his Pistol.

"We're not lying two days ago Mark woke up, beat three of our homeboys damn near into a coma, stole a car, and just fucking left." Ernesto replied with venom in his tone while Lee merely gave an angry growl.

"Then where the fuck is he?" he asked with anger filling his voice.

Los Santos

The sound of the shower running seemed to be the only thing filling the ears of Jill as she found herself standing under the warm water as it rained down upon her, covered her body from head to toe, and filled her lungs with warm steam.

It had been a rather long day for her or rather a long week since coming back to Los Santos from New Arcadia. In truth she wasn't running from the fight despite it not being her own, it was mostly because Mai needed her here for something and she would do whatever she could to help her only friend it seemed.

After turning off the water, stepping out of the shower, and throwing on a white towel to cover herself the woman moved to step out of the bathroom with a serious expression her face as she ran her hands through her hair and let out a low sigh.

As she moved to make her way into her bedroom she quickly recoiled as she noticed that her laptop that was once closed in her bedroom was now open on the coffee table and there was also food from her fridge resting next to it.

"SHIT-!" She started before feeling a pair of strong arms wrap around her neck from behind and begin to slowly apply pressure.

"SHUSH GO TO SLEEP!" the man holding her whispered out as Jill tried to fight in his arms causing her towel to fall to the floor as he pulled her back into her bedroom, fell back on the bed, and applied a rear naked choke to the woman who slowly started to fade from consciousness.

Just when she felt like her windpipe was about to be crushed the man finally let her and rolled her onto the bed where she finally caught sight of a rather familiar Creole male standing over her with a serious look on his face.

"I apologize!" said Mark as he looked to Jill as she finally lost consciousness and fell back onto the bed while Mark took a few minutes to cover her up using the blankets and rest her head on a pillow before making his way out of the room.

As he shut the door behind him on the way out the youngest Roman couldn't help but to reach into the back of his pants and pull out his M1911 and check it for ammo before putting it back. He did not have many bullets for the weapon and he did find a gun in Jill's home, but he didn't need much for who his main target was. Still he needed more firepower if he was to get back to New Arcadia in one piece and he knew just where to get them from.

After taking one last glance, back at the laptop Mark gave a low scoff before finally making his way out of the apartment then heading down the street where the all-black van with flood lights on top he'd taken from Sunbelt and drove to Los Santos was parked.

The vehicle was almost his personal steed whenever he had to do wet work cross country. The vehicle had been to New Arcadia, Red Stick, Sunbelt, Blackwater, Dockington, Capital, Carcer, and now Los Santos would be the next stop for its mile-long trail of blood.

As he started to drive away out of the neighborhood the song SAY10 by Marilyn Manson blared loudly on its speakers as Mark now found himself getting on the Del Piero Freeway with an emotionless look on his face.

Who he was about to hit wasn't Merryweather, not by a long shot, but since he was in Los Santos he thought right now would be the best time do some damage to a group that's been a bug in his side for the last couple of months.

The Russian Mafia!

He knew Ivan had something to do with the terrorist attacks in New Arcadia, despite not having much proof other than the words of Neto. That was all he needed though, and he would make them pay especially for that fake bomb they left on the outside of the NAPD Police Station. He didn't really like cop's but he saw that as a threat against Alison and for it Mark would make the Russians bleed.

He needed weapons if he was gonna take the fight to Merryweather across the country and after interrogating a Russian Gangster earlier he'd learn that there was supposed to be a gun deal going down later today between the Armenians and Russians at a scrapyard in La Puerto.

He had no real beef with the Armenians since they were really only a factor in Los Santos and had almost no presence outside of the area especially in the Southern United States as the Armenian population isn't that high for them to have adequate numbers.

They worked with the Russians, but they had done no wrongs to him or his family so he would give the gang a pass and only target the Russians.

As he drove down the freeway, though he quickly spotted two black Buccaneers escorting an all-black Moonbeam down the same lane on the highway. Each vehicle was being driven by various men of Russian descent with a familiar Russian man sitting in the back of the Moonbeam checking one of the crates filled with weapons.

With the music now starting to drop Mark had decided to make his presence felt as he pulled up alongside the first Buccaneer and immediately caught the attention of the driver. Who turned to look at the youngest Roman just as Mark lifted the TDI Vector he'd taken from Jill's home and fired off a barrage of rounds in the window and struck the man four times in the head and caused the passenger to scream out as he two was hit and their vehicle was knocked aside by the much larger van.

"We're under attack." Vasily screamed out as he moved to grab his AK while Mark fired another barrage of rounds in the back window of the next Buccaneer striking the driver and those in the back seats with the corpse of the former slamming his foot down on the gas petal and sending it crashing into the back of the Moonbeam and forcing Vasily to fall to the floor.

Just as Mark fired his remaining magazine into the back of the vehicle and struck three of the men the driver yelled out to Vasily in Russian.

As the driver moved to try and get off the freeway he was stopped as Mark slammed into the side of the vehicle preventing him from changing lanes and forcing him to stay on the interstate. After doing this Mark continued his relentless assault, even after running out of ammo for the weapon he now resorted into trying to run the Moonbeam off the freeway just as Vasily and another Russian man managed to pry open the side doors and take several shots at the Roman who managed to swerve out of the way.

"You say God…I say Say10!" Mark let out mimicking the song as he slammed into the side of the Moonbeam as hard as could before watching with a sick smile as the Russian man standing next to Vasily was thrown from the vehicle from the force of the hit and slammed against the pavement with enough force to break his neck.

The force was also strong enough to send Vasily flying back into the vehicle where he quickly slammed back first against the side of one of the walls of the vehicle before looking on with wide eyes as Mark slammed into the side of the Moonbeam one more time with enough force to put the otherside on the barricade.

"You say God…I SAY SAY10!" he continued before slamming into the vehicle one last time with enough force to watch as the Moonbeam went through the barricade then off the Freeway where it proceeded to drop with a great speed before slamming front first with Vasily being thrown from the vehicle and knocked unconscious.

After getting off the freeway and making his way to the crash site Mark quickly opened up the Moonbeam and took in the sight of the dead driver and wounded Vasily before looking to the crate in the middle of the truck, grabbing it, and then taking it back to his van just as Vasily came to and noticed him with an angry expression as he opened the crate and noticed that it was filled with MP5 Submachine Guns, ammo, and various attachments for the weapons.

As he moved to reach for his gun though Mark was already speeding off away from the scene while the sound of police sirens soon filled his ears and caused him to find the strength in his legs and run away from the scene.

New Arcadia

"So he's been gone for two days now and we're just finding out about it now?" Lee asked with venom in his tone.

"It's not like we all just have each-others numbers." Syke O spoke out with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"You should feel lucky that Mayate is still alive after everything he did to us. Merryweather aside Mark killed four of our homeboys and got one of them scooped up by the Juros." La Tortura pointed out while Jimmy gave a loud scoff.

"He killed four of your ese's and you killed an innocent family because of who is in their family tree and I just want to add in that we're all still a little…raw about the people Miguel killed." The Irish-Jewish man pointed out with venom of his own.

"And because of you Miguel is in a mental asylum!" Lady Casper spoke out

"Better than the shallow grave in the desert to which he deserves." Lee interjected while sending a look to Ernesto and noticing the man severely scratching his shoulder with a frustrated look on his face.

"You talk a lot of shit for someone who was almost killed not too long ago." Syke O shot back while Lee chuckled.

"I was almost killed but I can back up what I say better than most." The Chinese man replied.

"You think you're better than us for going after that Puta's family but you should be looking at yourself with what all of you did in Rancho?" Syke O shot back while Lee chuckled.

"We went into a neighborhood and starting laying people out. There's a difference when your bullets are intended for gangsters and when you're standing over innocent people and shooting them in the head." Lee retorted with more venom in his tone.

"ENOUGH!" Ernesto screamed out causing everyone to go silent and look in his direction as he turned to face Lee and the other BSU members.

"We don't have Mark and we don't know what he has planned other then he's doing it wounded. He took a shotgun blast to the leg and my daughter pulled well over twenty pellets out of his body. He's lucky to be walking so if he's going after Merryweather he isn't doing it at one hundred percent." Ernesto stated while eyeing the group closely before turning and yelling out an order to the Sunbelt Gangsters in Spanish that the group recognized as being an order to leave.

"If you want my advice Ernesto and I do think you need it…but if you don't want all of Gulfton turned into an actual warzone, I suggest dumping the chump since he's the real target." Lee pointed out while looking to Ernesto and Felix who stood still and remained in silence. "Whatever Mark has planned Merryweather will come back at us with more then what they originally had and we're alright with the concept of dying for each other but can you say your own camp is alright with dying for someone that isn't one of you." He added while Ernesto and Felix continued to stand in silence before walking away and leaving the BSU members and the club just as Ren approached Lee with her cellphone in her hand.

"Is it Mark?" he asked with a raised brow.

"No but it's someone claiming they know you." She replied before handing the man the phone.

"Yeah?" he answered before the sound of a familiar voice filled his ear and caused him to almost jump in his skin.

"Gather your best able bodied soldiers and all your gear then get to the airport. It's time we show our hand against this new threat." The voice on the other end filled his ear and caused him to feel a sense of malice inside as he looked to the others and nodded his head at all of them.

Unknown Locations

The sound of loud metal music blaring filled the ears of both Alison and Ana as the duo found themselves waking up from another short nap at the hands of her kidnappers/torturers. It had been four days since they'd been taken by the Merryweather soldiers and in those first two days they were left completely alone and treated fairly well.

In the last two those though that's when the group had put them under extreme torture. They weren't allowed to sleep, they weren't getting much food, they'd been water-boarded by their Paramilitary captors.

It was something that was starting to get to Alison who could do nothing but look over to Ana as she sat in her chair motionless with her head down. She hadn't shown much emotions since being captured but the FIB Agent knew that the woman was trained for situations like this and was more than likely still in her right mind.

The same couldn't be said for herself though as she found herself looking up and watching as a familiar well-chiseled Caucasian man with long brown hair, blue eyes that were hidden behind a pair of wired shades, and wearing an all-white suit walked into the room with his usual sick smile.

"Glad to see you're both wide awake ladies." He greeted with his usual sinister tone as he moved to walk past both women who simply sat in silence. "I hope my men are treating you both well and not being too rough." He replied while looking over the two women.

Under his command he didn't allow the soldiers to out-right physically assault them or thankfully rape was not one of their ways to implement torture, but they both had a feeling that all would change. Especially if Mark retaliated against them in any way. It was something they prayed for and hoped wouldn't happen but knew that it was a possibility and just hoped it didn't come so soon.

"How about you red are you alright?" he asked while moving to put his hand at Alison's chin and raise her gaze up to look at his own.

"I got to admit, I'm not really alright with the whole interracial relationship thing but I must say Mark has some real good taste in women." He stated with a sick smile. "He always has though, his ex-girlfriend is really cute and even those three he buried earlier this year were as well." He pointed out while continuing to look at the two woman who remained silent.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked looking to Alison who started to quiver at his touch while Ana moved her eyes to meet his own.

"Don't worry I won't bite!" he said while moving his hand over her hips and to the buckle of her pants.

Just as he went to reach inside though he was taken aback as Ana broke from her handcuffs and moved to attack the man only to stop at the sound of a gun cocking causing her to look back and noticed a Caucasian man with short black hair standing behind her with a Pistol raised to the back of her head.

"Don't even think about it." He whispered out before grabbing the woman by her shoulder and forcing her back down onto the chair.

"Well aren't you a feisty one!" the man stated with a sick smile while looking Ana over closely.

"Get me a towel and a bucket I guess waterboarding starts early today." He yelled out as the familiar man with the Mohawk came from out of almost nowhere and started to drag Ana out of the room while Alison screamed and cried out for her as she was taken out of the room and was left ultimately alone.

Los Santos

The drive to Davis wasn't long for Mark as he found himself parking his van at a storage garage just right around the corner from the famous Grove Street before slowly making his way into a gas station across from the storage garage.

"Good afternoon sir!" the man of Indian descent greeted him and was met with a nod and a smile just as they heard the sound of car engines filling the air with a loud hum.

As Mark looked out the window, he quickly noticed a purple lowrider starting to make its way into the neighborhood with a dark purple Japanese style Motorcycle following behind it.

"Bandar!" the man whispered out under his breath earning the attention of Mark who looked to the man closely knowing that the word was Hindi for Gorilla or Ape and was often used as a derogatory term used by Indians towards black people. He'd heard Manfred use the term on occasion whenever he was frustrated but he knew it was a playful thing but not with this man.

"You know calling someone a monkey may rub them the wrong way." Mark pointed out earning the attention of the clerk who looked at him with fear in his eyes. "I'm not one of those people though." He replied with a smile.

"Sorry sorry it's just-." He started while looking out the window of the store where he noticed the Balla on the Motorcycle speeding back down the street.

"You get a lot of problems from those guys?" Mark asked while looking to the man with a raised brow.

"They rob my store at least twice a week, come in and steal food almost every day, and that one threatens my life every day and steals gas." The man replied while Mark nodded his head.

"I can take care of that for you for a small price." Mark replied earning a raised brow from the man who looked at him with a confused expression.

After talking with the man for another minute or two the duo were then interrupted as they both lifted their heads and watched as the Lowrider pulled up to the gas station and parked at one of the pumps while the man of Indian descent looked to Mark who merely nodded his head before watching as a rather short skinny African American man with a perm covered by a Panics hat walked into the store with a set of large black frame glasses.

"Does this nigga have a perm?" Mark whispered to himself while eyeing the man closely. "What the fuck is going on here." He added while watching the man approach the clerk.

"Say A-Rab my nigga need a Fillup." The man yelled out while showing off his mouth full of gold.

"That'll be twenty dollars." He replied with a hint of fear in his tone.

"Twenty what, motherfucker you must be forgetting who we is-." He started before turning on the gas and then moving to grab the man by the front of his shirt only to watch as his eyes darted to the Creole man standing on the far side of him.

"The fuck you looking at Dawg?" he yelled out while Mark merely chuckled.

"A punk ass bitch with a perm." Mark replied causing the man to eye him angrily before reaching in his waistband for a gun.

"The fuck you say to me." The gangster asked while pulling out a Glock and moving to point it at the face of Mark who only responded by punching him in the throat and then knocking him to the floor.

"Gay Thugs always have the worse temper." Mark replied while grabbing a bottle of mustard from one of the counters and then starting to force it down the throat of the Gangster who could do nothing but squirm, cough, and choke on the condiment before finally throwing it up on the floor of the store.

"Clean up on aisle three." Mark screamed out before hitting him over the back of the head with the gun until it was a bloody pulp.

"Holy shit!" the Indian man screamed out while watching as Mark stomped down on the head of the man before looking out the window where he noticed a bald African American man sitting in the car with an angry look on his face.

"Don't worry he's just a little brain dead." Mark replied before moving to walk out of the store and then watching as the bald man stepped out of the car and started to approach the store.

"Who the fuck are you nigga?" he asked as Mark clocked him over the head with the butt of the gun before pushing him against the gas pump where he proceeded to fall down.

"The guy whose going to top you off." Mark replied while pulling the pump from its hold and then wrapping the hose around the man's neck.

"Me I like to use Premium for my ride but you look like the unleaded type." The Roman shouted before forcing the pump down the Balla's throat and causing him to cough out in pain as Mark started to douse his insides with gasoline and creating a burning feeling in his stomach as the hot liquid melted his insides and left him coughing up a mixture of blood and fuel.

After the Roman was finished, he gave the man a final kick to the head before looking to the Indian man who was still frozen in fear as he watched the youngest Roman climb into the Lowrider and begin to drive down Grove Street where he noticed the man driving the Japanese Motorcycle speeding towards him.

Just as the man started to slow down to greet the gangster Mark immediately slammed his foot down on the gas petal and sent the car crashing into the bike and knocking the man off with a powerful crashing sound that left everyone in the neighborhood stunned by what they had just seen.

Then to their shock they watched as the car had made it to the end of the Cul-de-Sac that was Grove Street and made a few circles before the man in the driver's seat pulled out a TDI Vector and started to unload on a few of the Ballas who were standing and watching the scene with mixed looks before speeding off and running over a few Ballas who were trying to run away on the sidewalk only to now find themselves under the hood of the vehicle.

Then as fast as he entered Grove Street Mark was gone and leaving behind a trail of death on the way.

Elsewhere

Things were finally starting to return to Jill as she found herself jumping up from her long slumber while reaching for her neck and gasping for deep breaths of air as her eyes darted back and forth across the room in search of the familiar Creole who'd choked her out.

"You were here this whole time?" she asked before looking down and noticing that she was still nude but had been placed under the covers of her bed ever so slightly.

"SHIT!" she screamed out before jumping from her bed still in the nude before rushing into the living room where she noticed that her laptop was still placed on the table.

"Goddamn it what are you after here?" she asked while noticing that Mark had created a fake LifeInvader page under a new name and had been friended several friends in his time since creating it.

She didn't know exactly what Mark had planned for the page but as she started to go down his new friends she couldn't help but to notice that they were all locals from Los Santos.

The names didn't mean anything to her, but as she ran back to her room she realized that the names may mean something to someone else.

"Come on Lee answer your phone!" she whispered out in anger while turning on her television that was broadcasting a news report of a shootout on the highway.

New Arcadia

The drive to the airport wasn't long for Lee as he found himself pulling his Dominator up to an air hanger where he saw two familiar men standing outside the hanger with mixed looks on their faces.

"This outta be good." Stated Jimmy as he stepped out of the car with Lee, Link, and Eddy while Thire, Buck, Robbie, and Tector stepped out of the last one.

"Glad to see you boys made it out in one piece." Tully greeted while eyeing the group carefully.

"Did you know Mark had left Sunbelt?" Lee asked with a hint of venom in his tone.

"No, but I figured he wouldn't be staying there long with what happened to both of his two lovers." The White Nationalist stated while looking around the group.

"Do you know where he may have went?" Link added in while Task shook his head.

"We thought all of you might know." The Lakota responded while the BSU members stood in silence.

"You want to tell us why we were all brought out here?" Jimmy asked while looking around the runway.

"Because we were ordered to bring you in." Came a familiar voice that caused everyone to turn their heads and notice a familiar Afro-Dominican man approaching them from behind with a man of Italian American descent in tow. Both men were dressed in full tactical gear as they approached the group.

"Despite their union being a complete unfaithful and untrustworthy joke, at the end of the day Director Devlin is still married to Ana and she is still an IAA Agent." Charlie started with a slight chuckle.

"Her being kidnapped by a group the likes of Merryweather is an insult to the boss and the Agency as a whole." Marco added with a hint of venom in his tone. "So we're going to strike back and hit one of their last crown jewels on American soil and show them that when they fuck with the Agency…there will be consequences." He finished while looking at each BSU members square in the eyes.

"None of you may be a part of the Agency but it's your shit that we're cleaning up so you'll be with us for this mission." He stated before finally looking to Lee.

"That's all good and shit, but how exactly are all of us going to hurt Merryweather the way you want us to do?" the Chinese man asked with a raised brow.

"With a little government and tactical support." Marco retorted before walking away from the group.

Elsewhere

The sound of people singing in Spanish filled the ears of Felix as he found himself sitting outside the home of Cruz looking at the road with an emotionless look on his face as Ernesto and the others sat inside the home talking about their current situation.

Lee's words hurt him, but at the end of the day he knew he was correct. His mother was dead because of his actions because he was weak and went along with what was supposed to be a quick get rich quick scheme that backfired and blew up in his face.

That day still haunted him, hearing that woman scream and seeing the tears fall out of her eyes as the two Mara Bunta members had their way with her was a bane on his life. Out of everything he'd done in his lifetime that event is what kept him awake at night. He'd somewhat moved on from what happened but today seemed to bring back the memories and left him all the more stunned.

"I'm sorry to hear about your losses Carnale!" Cruz stated as he sat down with Ernesto, Syke O, and the other Sunbelt Vago's with a mixed look on his face. "I'm all for helping you with any problems in the street, but Merryweather Security…that's a little above my head ese." He added while Ernesto nodded his head.

"I'm asking a lot from you and I know we didn't have a good ending when I left New Arcadia, but you have to know things aren't looking good for us if I'm asking for outta state help." Ernesto replied while looking to the man. "Onda has a lot of power in Sunbelt but Merryweather has the resources to turn all of our hoods into a parking lot." He added with a nod.

As the groups continued to talk amongst each other Felix couldn't help but to lift his head as he noticed a pair of white and black shoes come into his visage causing him to lift his head and immediately go wide eyed as he noticed a familiar dark haired woman of Mexican descent now standing before him instead of rolling towards him in a wheel chair.

"You could have told me you were coming back to town." Loka let out with a smile that left Felix somewhat taken aback as he looked to her with a raised brow.

"You…you're walking." He said with a raised brow and a smile.

"That surgery really worked a miracle only partially though." She replied while moving to sit-down next to the man who noticed that the woman now moved with a slight limp. "I still feel some discomfort when I stand for too long." She replied with a slight smile.

"At least you're standing at all. I know you would walk again though…something told me that." He replied while the woman chuckled.

"You psychic now ese?" she asked with a smile and earning a laugh from Felix. "I'm sorry about your mother." She replied to the surprise of Felix. "I never met her but she must have been a real good woman." She added while Felix nodded his head.

"She was…I just wish I had spent more time with her before she was taken away from me." He replied with venom in his tone. "That's my fault though…a mistake I made in my past is the reason for all of this shit." He retorted with hatred in his tone and tears beginning to form in his eyes causing the Chola to reach over and bring him in for a tight hug.

She wasn't present with Ernesto and the others so she didn't know what Felix meant by it being his fault but she didn't really care. All she knew was that the man who was always by her side after she'd gotten shot was in pain and she wanted to be there for him like he was there for her.

"So all of this trouble with Merryweather is because of Felix…mostly." Cruz stated while Ernesto and the others nodded their heads.

"A sensible person would just cast him aside and let him deal with his own shit, but he's had our back all the way through this and even betrayed his amigos for us. What would it look like if we just gave him up just to protect our own asses?" Ernesto asked.

"I'm glad you made that choice, we protect our own but at the end of the day Felix isn't one of us and many still see him as BSU even if they don't so what are we going to do about that-." Cruz asked while Ernesto remained silent.

Before the man could speak though Felix and Loka caught sight of something that caused them both to raise their heads and notice an all-black car slowly approaching the house and the men inside slowly beginning to roll down their windows.

"GET DOWN!" Felix screamed out as he forced Loka down and quickly covered her up as two sets of Mini Uzi's were stuck out the windows and started to unload on the house forcing everyone inside to take cover on the floor as the rounds ripped through each of the windows and tore rather large holes in the wall that seemed to leave Cruz cursing to the heavens as he noticed pictures of his wife and kids being knocked off the walls and hitting the floor.

Then just as the shells started they quickly ceased as the car sped off while Felix slowly lifted himself off Loka who holding him in a death grip.

"You okay?" he asked earning a nod from the girl as they noticed the front door get kicked open and Adahy make his way outside with his Pistol raised while clutching his shoulder that had taken the ricochet of a bullet and was now bleeding while Ernesto and Cruz followed him out of the house.

"Motherfuckers!" Adahy screamed out while holding onto his arm.

"You want to tell us who would want to take a shot at you Cruz?" Ernesto asked while the man merely stood in silence.

Unknown Location

The torture had finally came to an end as the towel that was once covering Ana's face was forcibly removed and caused her to let out a series of violent coughs as she was forced to her feet before watching as the man with Mohawk moved to try and choke her.

"Macintosh that's enough!" came a familiar voice that caused the man with the Mohawk to whip his head around and see a familiar man with jet black hair that was slicked back approaching him from behind.

"Leave us!" he ordered out earning an angry look from the man.

"Excuse me, last I checked Mr. Percival put me in charge of this bitch." He yelled out while the man merely chuckled.

"And last I checked the CEO himself gave me authority over you and his younger brother." He stated with venom in his tone. "So do as I say or else you'll find yourself back in the desert guarding an oil rig." He added earning silence from the man with the Mohawk before watching as he walked off while Ana continued to stand before the man with an emotionless look on her face.

"Please no more!" she whispered out causing the man to chuckle as he moved to take a seat across from her.

"You can drop the act Ms. whatever your name is." He yelled out while smiling at the woman who gave him a confused look. "You can sit there and pretend to be just some gangster's girlfriend but we both know there's more to who you are." He added while looking to her hand. "You were out there fighting with the rest of them and normal women don't just break their wrist to shake free of their handcuffs." He continued while Ana covered up her hand.

"Also that guy and the rest of his team were Ex-Marines, Navy Seals, British SAS, Spetsnaz, many more… and much worse." He added with a smile. "Ten well trained specialist who belong to some of the most dangerous warriors on the planet…your boyfriend and his friend killed six of them and seriously injured another two." he continued while looking at the woman closely before rising from his seat and approaching her.

"In their attack one of those fucks managed to hack one of our UAV's and they knew how to hide themselves from thermal sensors." He added before approaching the woman from behind.

"I don't know what you're talking about-." Ana started only for the man to grab her by the back of her neck and slam her face first into the table and force her head into the table while keeping her bent over.

"Maybe you didn't understand me…I want answers." He ordered with a sick smile while kicking her legs and apart and moving to undo her pants.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Ana replied earning a chuckle from the man.

"You going to shit and piss yourself?" he asked with a smile. "I know that's why you haven't been going to the bathroom since you've been here." He added while Ana started to chuckle.

"Not only that, but if you want answers as to who I am you're going to get them soon but if you do this or harm that other woman in anyway…you're going to go down a rabbit hole to which there is no coming back from." She finished causing the man to give a low chuckle while eyeing her closely before letting her go.

"Unlike everyone else in the world I take threats seriously, but if you're pulling my leg then I'm going to make you regret it." He replied before walking away from the woman as she sank to the floor with an angry look on her face.

"Make them bleed Marcus." She whispered out with a slight smile.

Los Santos

The sound of loud techno music filled the air of a local club in Vinewood as Mark found himself walking through the front door of the club while receiving a rather angry look from the bouncer who let him inside after he was told that he was also a club owner in New Arcadia looking to speak with the other of this one.

It was all a bold face lie, sure Mark did own the club in New Arcadia but he wasn't here on club business and he wasn't here for entertainment.

As he moved to take a seat at the bar of the club, he quickly ordered a Ginger Ale only for the bar tender to tell him they did not serve anything other than Liquor and water. So he reluctantly ordered a water but recoiled once he was that there was also a lemon slice on the side of his glass, a little umbrella, and a bendy straw.

"Fucking weirdos." He whispered out just as a Caucasian man with blue gray eyes and a scruffy goatee came and took a seat alongside him.

"You a recovering alcoholic?" he asked causing the youngest Roman to look to him before looking back to his drink.

"I don't want to start something that's hard to kick." The Creole responded while the man nodded his head.

"Amen to that!" he replied before downing his beer while Mark eyed him closely.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" Mark asked with a raised brow.

"No, but I get that a lot." The man replied while Mark shook his head.

"Nah I've seen you before I just can't remember where." He replied while the man merely ordered another beer.

"If you want a hint buddy, I'm the guy you don't want to be…my names Clyde from the 69er's." He shot back as the bartender gave him another beer before walking off while Mark nodded his head.

He knew the man looked familiar not from being a football player though, while he was searching through Jill's house he would find pictures of her and the man. He figured they'd must have been a couple at one point, but right now he could see that the man had hit rock bottom faster than that lineman hit his leg during that game.

He remembered that injury closely, it was one of the hardest to watch injuries in the history of sports where the player didn't die. It was fucked up, but there were still videos of that injury going around. The price was his career but his injury did help shape better tackling policy. So in a way he did help make the sport a lot safer.

As Mark continued to look pass the man he quickly turned to the entrance of the club where he noticed a woman with short blonde hair wearing a bubble gum pink jacket over a white button shirt, blue jeans, and pink boots on the dance floor dancing with a dark haired man with a man-bun.

"Showtime!" Mark whispered out as he tossed the lemon, umbrella, and straw out of the glass before downing it in one gulp before moving to follow the woman as the man moved to pull her into the men's bathroom where they immediately started to kiss then finally going into a stall.

"Wait I got a condom." the man let out while the woman was moving to undo his pants before stopping.

"Don't do me like that." The woman let out before the duo was taken aback by the sound of the door to the stall being forced open and seeing a man with a black cover over his mouth standing on the other side wearing a bulletproof vest with a skull biting down on a knife and wings painted on it in white spray paint that now featured red streaks of blood staining the white.

The sight of Mark seemed to leave them both stunned and shocked with the woman starting to scream and the man moving to get in the face of you the youngest Roman only to be pulled out of the stall by his hair and slammed head first against the wall.

"Shit Shawn!" the woman screamed out before Mark reached into the stall, grabbed the woman by her arm, and started to pull her out. "Hey let me go asshole!" she screamed out while trying to fight off the man. "Shawn help!" she screamed out causing Mark to look back and notice the man reaching into his back pocket and dialing 911.

"Damn!" the Creole screamed out before pushing the woman back into the stall and causing her to fall against the toilet.

He then moved to Shawn who had put the phone to his ear and was now talking with the phone service operator when Mark grabbed him by his man-bun and forced his head up so that he could stare at him. "Piece of Shit!" he screamed out before jerking the phone from the man's hand and then stuffing it down his mouth causing him to choke and cough on the electronic.

The Concrete Soldier then grabbed the man by the back of his head and slammed him face first into one of the glass mirrors shattering it and cutting the man's face to the point where blood was now pouring from his forehead and two of his teeth were now knocked out.

While Mark continued to abuse him though, the young woman was trying to crawl under the stalls in an attempt to escape. As she finally got out of the last stall and run for the door she managed to catch one last glimpse of Shawn as Mark slammed his head into the sink with enough force to actually break the casted polymer and send water squirting all over the floor.

Despite being a few seconds behind her Mark had easily caught up with the girl and had managed to tackle her in the middle of the dance floor of the club and send her falling on her stomach. The sight of which caused the DJ to stop playing and everyone to stop dancing as they watched the man pull some handcuffs from the back of his pants and put them on the arms of the woman.

"Stop resisting arrest." Mark screamed out, trying to play the role of a cop, while the woman continued to fight him

"Somebody help me this guy is trying to kill me." She screamed out causing the crowd of people to put on a series of mixed looks before looking back to the youngest Roman.

"A little too physical to be a cop."

"Where's your badge and your warrant?"

"Why are you alone?"

The sea of questions seemed to overpower the youngest Roman as he finally forced the woman on her feet but as he moved to walk out of the club three rather large men of Polynesian descent who were obviously bouncers for the club stopped him.

"Where's your warrant officer?" the lead man asked with little emotion in his tone.

"He's not a cop he killed my friend in the bathroom." The woman screamed out causing Mark to inwardly curse while looking back at the bathroom.

"I think you should let me go." Mark ordered with venom in his tone.

"You're not going anywhere until we get to the bottom of-." The lead man started only to be forever silenced as a single gunshot went off that caught everyone by surprise as they noticed the lead Polynesian man falling to the ground with a single bullet wound in the center of his head.

"You should have listened!" Mark whispered out as a series of screams filled the air as he turned his gun on the other two men and shot one in the throat and the other in the hand as he tried to cover his face and again in the chest as he moved to grab his head.

"I got enough bullets for everyone so unless you want to join these three don't follow me!" the Creole yelled out while moving to put the gun to the side of the woman's head causing her to freeze up in fear while her kidnapper dragged her out of the club and to a purple Lowrider that was parked across the street from the club.

Upon approaching the vehicle and tossing the woman in the backseat, Mark quickly noticed the pink parking ticket on the glass of the vehicle with a roll of the eyes as he climbed into the driver seat and started to speed off just as the sound of police sirens started to fill the air.

"Damn!" Mark whispered out while noticing that three police cars were now chasing him.

"You're going to jail now asshole!" the woman screamed out as Mark made a sharp turn onto Eclipse Boulevard and watched as the police officers did the same with the lead cop car trying to ram into the back of the Low-Rider.

"I'm in here!" the woman screamed out while Mark chuckled.

"Guess that doesn't mean shit to them." Mark screamed out as the woman watched with wide eyes as the youngest Roman pulled a Hand Grenade from the passenger seat and hang it out the window.

Just as the lead car went to ram against the back of the Low-Rider again Mark pulled the pin and dropped the explosive then watched with a smile as it hit the asphalt and bounced before rolling under the lead cop car just as it drove over it then went up in a violent explosion that shook the ground, blew out the windows of cars and stores, set off car alarms, left everyone screaming, and sent the lead car up a cloud of fire and smoke before becoming an obstacle for the other two cars that the second one couldn't avoid and the third had to swerve onto the sidewalk and hit three pedestrians to not meet a similar fate.

"You just killed those people." The woman screamed out causing Mark to go silent for a few seconds before finally replying, "Collateral Damage!"

In truth though he did feel bad for being a cause of their deaths as well as killing those bouncers for just doing their jobs. He felt bad, but when in his mind what he was doing was righteous if it meant getting back the two women he loved. He'd go to the ends of the Earth, face the forces of Heaven and Hell, and die a million times over if he had to and right now there was no slowing down what he was doing.

As Mark moved to turn a corner he was stopped as a cop car came speeding in front of him and caused him to slam on brakes in order not to hit it. He then watched as another cop car came speeding up behind him and boxed him in with the officers stepping out armed with Shotguns and Pistols.

"Looks like you're stuck now!" the woman screamed out with a smile only to go silent as she noticed Mark reaching under the seat for something.

"Step out of the vehicle with your-." The cop over the PA on his squad car started only to be hit several times in the chest and stomach as Mark forced one of the MP5's he'd stolen from the Russians out of the window of the vehicle and fire a barrage of rounds that struck the officer and his partner.

"Goddamn it!" the woman screamed out as Mark barrel rolled out of the vehicle and fired on the officers behind him striking the officer with the Shotgun several times in the chest and causing him to land on the hood of his car while the man with the Pistol was hit in the back as he tried to run and proceeded to crawl away only to be stopped as Mark lifted the Submachine Gun with only his right hand and fired a horizontal barrage of rounds and striking the man in both legs.

As he finally got on top of him though the youngest Roman finally finished him off with a single shot to the top of his head and then watched as he hit the asphalt with a loud thud.

In New Arcadia, Mark had a rule about killing cops he did not like doing it because it caused increase pressure on the streets but here in Los Santos it was a whole new ball game. He did not care about anyone on the streets from the locals, to the gangsters, tourist, or whoever. They were all potential marks in his eyes that served as obstacles in his quest.

As he moved to turn his weapon on another set of approaching headlights, he was stopped as a familiar black van pulled up alongside the stolen lowrider and he noticed a familiar Caucasian woman sitting in the driver's seat yelling at him to get in.

With the sound of more police sirens and even a helicopter starting to fill the air, Mark quickly took her advice and pulled the young woman out of the Low Rider then forcing her into the van.

"Scoot over!" Mark ordered forcing Jill out of the driver's seat of his van but as he moved to climb inside he was stopped as one of the officers who he had shot fired three rounds from his Pistol into his back.

The familiar burning feeling caused Mark to scream out in pain before turning around and lighting the man up with the remainder of rounds in the Submachine Gun before finally being pulled inside by Jill who commanded him to drive then sat back as he sped off from the scene of the crime.

"Shit!" he screamed out while grabbing at his side.

"Glad I made it to you in time." Jill replied with a slight smile.

"How'd you find me and my van?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Lee wasn't answering his phone so I put in a call to Ren and she told me about a garage in Los Santos where you guys like to lay low and park your vehicles whenever you're here." She replied while looking at Mark in anger. "I'm pretty sure if you didn't choke me out I could have helped you with all of this." She added while Mark remained silent for a few seconds before finally speaking out.

"I didn't want to involve you in any of this shit." He replied while looking in the rearview mirror and seeing the woman as she sat motionless in the back of the van with tears in her eyes.

"Well I'm involved in this so do you want to tell me who this woman is?" she asked with a raised brow while Mark remained silent before looking to the road.

"Daniella Percival, she's the biological daughter of Merryweather CEO Don Percival." He replied to the shock and confusion of Jill who could do nothing more but look at the youngest Roman with wide eyes. "If Merryweather wants to wage a war against me and target those I care about…I'm going to do the same but I'm going all the way to the top." He finished with anger in his tone while continuing to drive out of the city.

Authors Note: And there you have it everyone the next chapter of New Arcadia. I was supposed to have it up last week but I've been having problems with my computer and that was a major setback for me but I'm glad I was able to get this chapter back out.

I revealed what caused Merryweather to attack Mark and the others and I have to be honest that originally wasn't what I wanted to be the route to use but it seemed to be one of the quickest of things to do. From the beginning I always knew I wanted them to go to war with Merryweather but I never wanted to have a truly long war with them so I settled on this scenario because it was easier to work with.

As you can also see that this is just part 1 of a two part chapter. My reason for that is because what I have planned for this entire chapter would have ranged from between 26,000 to 29,000 words and may have put this story on hold a while so I decided to have it in parts in order to get a quick update.

We saw a new side of Mark in this chapter a lot more violent and dark side and you can kinda figure that's because of Alison and Ana being captured. They both act as Mark's North Star in a sense and keep Mark's moral compass somewhat straight but now he's off the rails.

Marco and Charlie approaching Lee and the others sets up the attack for the next chapter.

Speaking next chapter stick around for it as Mark and Jill find themselves fighting for their lives against Merryweather, Devlin and the IAA make their move, Cruz strikes back at Mariah, Felix finds himself in a tight spot, and Merryweather finds out just who they're dealing with.

Thank you all for reading Zilla 2000 out.