"QUICK, ONTO THE FUCKIN' BIKES", yells out Trey, a large tattooed biker.
"What?" I yell back. It's too late, they're gone.
"You're under arrest sir," says Police Officer, Frank Sims, "for the robbery of The Liberty City Bank; you have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, you will be appointed one. Please step in the car"
I make a run for it, but the police officer grabs me and throws me in the back.
"Shit", I say.
***Prison***
"What're you in for?" says my cellmate, Jack Sinseq.
"Heh, well right now I'm in for robbing Liberty's Bank", I reply.
"Really, haha. That means you must be who? MB Romerex?"
"Yep"
"You're serious!"
"Yeah"
"Holy crap, I'm just in here for fuckin' drugs, 6 grams of fuckin' marijuana, who would have thought I'd be celled up with MB fuckin' Romerex. Listen, man, I'm a reporter for The Liberty Tree, but I think that little career will be over after this. I hadn't really made it too far, man; I only did one or two columns. I was thinking, because I really need the money, I might be able to do an interview or something? Maybe even a biography? I mean, you're going to be in here for a long time, they know who you are and what you've done. Leave a legacy, man!"
"Hmmm, well. I guess I could. Sure. I'll do it. A biography."
"OK, we'll start tomorrow; we've got to get a tape recorder."
"Okay."
***The Next Day***
"Okay," I begin, "here's my story:
It all began in the 60's. My parents, Jane and Sam Romerex, were a couple of hippies who did all sorts of drugs. My real name, Moonbeam, is the result of that.
I was born in 1962 on January 1st. A lot of boring shit happened through my childhood until I was 13, so I'll skip to then.
In the summer before Grade 8, I started smoking pot. That soon turned into an obsession, which soon turned into a dealership. I started dealing mid-Grade 8. That was my beginning to crime. In Grade 9, I had a pretty good rep and I was accepted into a gang. This gang was called, "The Triax". The leader of the group, Jimmy Capel, was smoked up and he says he heard the word "Triax", and named his group after it.
This gang started just dealing, but then we got into smuggling. Soon. there was another gang.
The other gang was called "Anarch". Soon there was gang fights, and as the gangs grew, the fights grew more brutal. Yes, they were all brutal, but one. one was worse, one was the one. The one last fight.
It was a Friday and the gangs were going for a large shipment that had just come in. Smack. Lots of smack. We had grown bigger than pot. We were both there at the same time.
"What the fuck are you doing here", yelled the Anarch leader Jabel, "this shipment is ours!"
"It's ours, Jabel" said our leader calmly.
A note was put in my hands. Take out Jabel. Use the sniper in the van. You will be rewarded. Jimmy Capel.
I shoved the note in my pocket and slowly made my way to the van. When I got there, I grabbed the sniper rifle.
This was all taking place at Ocean Beach. I had to find a clear spot. The lighthouse, I thought, perfect view. I stealthily made my way to the lighthouse. I climbed the stairs and knocked out the lighthouse keeper. I took the gun, aimed. I didn't know, but the lighthouse keeper was comin' around. I was about to shoot, when the keeper knocked me in the head. I recovered quickly and grabbed him and threw him against the wall. I took my aim and shot the leader. One clear shot.
The rest was easy, for that day. We took many out while they were realizing what had and was happening. We got the drugs and fled.
For the next month, it was an all out war. We were ambushed, they sent in spys, many were assassinated. We did the same. Anarch eventually surrendered. Jimmy didn't like mixing. He hadn't allowed converts in the past and didn't want to start. He decided that he would use one of his best men to lead Anarch. The man he chose was me.
We were allied gangs and fought with each other and helped each other out. We did our own stuff, too. That was a good thing. There's no fucking worse thing than sharing.
One day in mid-July there came a tragedy. Me and Jimmy Capel were like brothers by then. It was a bust on The Triax. S.W.A.T. teams, SEALs, cops, everything. The Triax were in a warehouse by Escobar International Airport. The cops received a lead by some bastard on the inside that they were loading trucks full of drugs and getting ready for a big sale with the Cubans. I was there with some of my men, giving security. There was a huge flash of light. A spotlight from a Helicopter. When the chopper shut the lights off, they were everywhere. It was fucking mad. S.W.A.T. were descending from where they were waiting on the top, all sorts of 5-0 where busting in the doors. Bullets everywhere. I ducked behind a trick and started shooting. All that were with me found places to hide. The cops didn't know where everything was coming from. We stopped shooting. We heard the yells and swears from the inside. Bullets everywhere. Then they left. They hauled out many and we were still hiding.
Once they left, we entered. Blood and guns everywhere. Jimmy was dead.
I was the leader of the dominant gang. and bent on revenge.
****See what happens in the next chapter!!!*****
"You're under arrest sir," says Police Officer, Frank Sims, "for the robbery of The Liberty City Bank; you have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, you will be appointed one. Please step in the car"
I make a run for it, but the police officer grabs me and throws me in the back.
"Shit", I say.
***Prison***
"What're you in for?" says my cellmate, Jack Sinseq.
"Heh, well right now I'm in for robbing Liberty's Bank", I reply.
"Really, haha. That means you must be who? MB Romerex?"
"Yep"
"You're serious!"
"Yeah"
"Holy crap, I'm just in here for fuckin' drugs, 6 grams of fuckin' marijuana, who would have thought I'd be celled up with MB fuckin' Romerex. Listen, man, I'm a reporter for The Liberty Tree, but I think that little career will be over after this. I hadn't really made it too far, man; I only did one or two columns. I was thinking, because I really need the money, I might be able to do an interview or something? Maybe even a biography? I mean, you're going to be in here for a long time, they know who you are and what you've done. Leave a legacy, man!"
"Hmmm, well. I guess I could. Sure. I'll do it. A biography."
"OK, we'll start tomorrow; we've got to get a tape recorder."
"Okay."
***The Next Day***
"Okay," I begin, "here's my story:
It all began in the 60's. My parents, Jane and Sam Romerex, were a couple of hippies who did all sorts of drugs. My real name, Moonbeam, is the result of that.
I was born in 1962 on January 1st. A lot of boring shit happened through my childhood until I was 13, so I'll skip to then.
In the summer before Grade 8, I started smoking pot. That soon turned into an obsession, which soon turned into a dealership. I started dealing mid-Grade 8. That was my beginning to crime. In Grade 9, I had a pretty good rep and I was accepted into a gang. This gang was called, "The Triax". The leader of the group, Jimmy Capel, was smoked up and he says he heard the word "Triax", and named his group after it.
This gang started just dealing, but then we got into smuggling. Soon. there was another gang.
The other gang was called "Anarch". Soon there was gang fights, and as the gangs grew, the fights grew more brutal. Yes, they were all brutal, but one. one was worse, one was the one. The one last fight.
It was a Friday and the gangs were going for a large shipment that had just come in. Smack. Lots of smack. We had grown bigger than pot. We were both there at the same time.
"What the fuck are you doing here", yelled the Anarch leader Jabel, "this shipment is ours!"
"It's ours, Jabel" said our leader calmly.
A note was put in my hands. Take out Jabel. Use the sniper in the van. You will be rewarded. Jimmy Capel.
I shoved the note in my pocket and slowly made my way to the van. When I got there, I grabbed the sniper rifle.
This was all taking place at Ocean Beach. I had to find a clear spot. The lighthouse, I thought, perfect view. I stealthily made my way to the lighthouse. I climbed the stairs and knocked out the lighthouse keeper. I took the gun, aimed. I didn't know, but the lighthouse keeper was comin' around. I was about to shoot, when the keeper knocked me in the head. I recovered quickly and grabbed him and threw him against the wall. I took my aim and shot the leader. One clear shot.
The rest was easy, for that day. We took many out while they were realizing what had and was happening. We got the drugs and fled.
For the next month, it was an all out war. We were ambushed, they sent in spys, many were assassinated. We did the same. Anarch eventually surrendered. Jimmy didn't like mixing. He hadn't allowed converts in the past and didn't want to start. He decided that he would use one of his best men to lead Anarch. The man he chose was me.
We were allied gangs and fought with each other and helped each other out. We did our own stuff, too. That was a good thing. There's no fucking worse thing than sharing.
One day in mid-July there came a tragedy. Me and Jimmy Capel were like brothers by then. It was a bust on The Triax. S.W.A.T. teams, SEALs, cops, everything. The Triax were in a warehouse by Escobar International Airport. The cops received a lead by some bastard on the inside that they were loading trucks full of drugs and getting ready for a big sale with the Cubans. I was there with some of my men, giving security. There was a huge flash of light. A spotlight from a Helicopter. When the chopper shut the lights off, they were everywhere. It was fucking mad. S.W.A.T. were descending from where they were waiting on the top, all sorts of 5-0 where busting in the doors. Bullets everywhere. I ducked behind a trick and started shooting. All that were with me found places to hide. The cops didn't know where everything was coming from. We stopped shooting. We heard the yells and swears from the inside. Bullets everywhere. Then they left. They hauled out many and we were still hiding.
Once they left, we entered. Blood and guns everywhere. Jimmy was dead.
I was the leader of the dominant gang. and bent on revenge.
****See what happens in the next chapter!!!*****