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"Hold on, Im comeing!" a voice shouted from the other side of the door.
The door swung open and a man wearing dark blue khakis and a button down dark blue shirt stepped out. He looked at the four men standing at his doorway and when his eyes went to James he quickly looked back over to Johnny, who only nodded his head. The man turned around and motioned for them to follow him. Johnny turned around and gave James a sly smile. James grined and mouthed the word jackass after Johnny turned his back following the others inside.
"So what brings you guys to my humble home" the man said sitting down throwing his legs up on a small table"
"Carl," Johnny said takeing a seat on an old looking brown couch "last night we found James here with a few officers that were about to blow his head off."
"Yeah...and?" Carl said moveing his legs off of the table and letting them hit the floor below with a loud thump.
"Well he said he was from Los Santos and we was thinking maybe you could identify him." Johnny quickly said then turned his head away. Carls movement seemed to had made him somewhat nerves.
Carl quickly stood and walked over to James. Zach and Lance walked over to their brother and sat down with him. They all watched in silence as Carl gave James a look over. James stood as still as he could and looked straight ahead while Carl looked him up and down. After a minute Carl pointed to a chair sitting in a corner and nodded towards it. James sat in it relieved.
"Alright you guys," James said sitting back down near the table,"Im going to have to ask you guys to leave for a little while so I can talk to our new friend here alone."
The three brothers stood up and began to walk to the door. James looked up at Johnny, but he didnt look back. He wished that he had stuffed an uzi down his pants before they came up. Carl walked over to the door and said his goodbyes to them. After they had left he turned and walked back to James.
"James," Carl said pacing back and forth across the floor slowly "if you are really from where you say your from, then you will be able to answer my questions."
James nodded his head yes, even through Carl had stopped and was looking out a window. He wondered what would happen if he got an answer wrong. Would he tell the brothers that he had lied to them? Or maybe Carl would just shoot him for lieing to evreyone. He looked alot diffrent then the Carl that he had met and played with as a child.
"Question one," Carl said turning around quickly and looking James right in the eyes "what are the four main gangs in Los Santos?"
James breathed a short sigh of relief. Carl had started with an easy question. Apparntly he thought James had never even been in San Andreas. Evreyone in the state knew about the gang problems in Los Santos.
"The aztecs, ballas, vagos, and the orange grove family" James replied confidently looking back at Carl.
"Correct,"Carl said with no tone in his voice "Now describe Los Santos to me."
James had to take a minute to remember. It had been a long time sense he had really thought about the layout of Los Santos.
"Well lets see,"James mutterd getting worried, "In the whole state Los Santos is in the south east part, the east part of Santos is ghetto where I liv-."
"Really now," Carl interupted smileing, "where exactly did you live at?"
James got really nerves at this and felt himself start to sweat. Where he said he lived would probably now determine his fate. It seemed that just living in Los Santos no longer mattered. Three diffrent gangs owned the areas on the east side. To far north and Carl would think he is a memember of the vagos, which would be odd though sense they were a mexican gang, if he lived in the middle he would be a balla, and if he lived just a little south of the first few balla propertys he would be a member of the orange grove familys. He decided to just tell the truth and pray that this was the right Carl.
"I lived on Grove St, one house down from that Sweet boy,"James said quickly,"once in a while I would have a bmx bike parked outside my house."
James added the bmx part hopeing that Carl, if this was the one from his childhood, would remember rideing around with him. He remembered that Grove St ended in a culdesac and the people in the neighbor hood were all members of the orange grove family. James looked up at Carl, who had a very shocked face at the moment. James silently thanked god.
"Yeah I remember you!" Carl shouted suddenly,"You would help us fight off those ballas evreytime they came into the hood!"
James nodded his head. A giant wave of relif washed over him. He looked at the clock and noticed that only ten minutes had passed by. Carl seen him looking.
"Dont worry man, your boys will be back in a bout five minutes."Carl said happily as he got up and walked into another room.
James got up and stretched happily. His chance of dieing today had just greatly lowered. He walked over to a window and looked out. Across the street from this building was a park. It wasnt a great park, just a few benches and trees, but it seemed to be really popular with the diablos. Ten diablos were standing outside of another apartment complex and another fifteen were standing just south ofthem watching two diablo stallions rev their engines up and line up next to each other on the street for what seemed to be a race. To the side was a diablo holding up a gun. He fired the small pistol and the two cars took off up the hills into the red light district. This event reminded him of Los Santos, how people showed off their cars and would compete in illegalstreet races. Street races were more for the people in San Fierro though, lowriders were the main craze in Santos now. At least three times a week he would walk into El Corona and watch the aztecs bounce in their lowriders, and sometimes on a sunday the family would hold them right in the middle of the culdesac. As time went on though thegang wars got worse and eventually it had to stop. Carl walked up and looked out the window with James.
"Those cars are off the hook huh James."Carl said handing a green bandanna to him"Here homie, to remember the hood and the family."
"Yeah the family." James said holding the bandanna up for a second before putting it into his back pocket. Carl did the same.
They both countinued to stare out the window. The racing diablo stallions could be heard in the distance comeing out of St Marks and back into Hepburn Heights. Out the corner of his eye James looked down on the street as the brothers pulled back into the apartments parking lot, just as the two diablos finished the race. Now one was being pulled from the car and lifted in the air by a big crowd, while another had three people around him, one taunting and the other two trying to cheer him up. The three brothers walked into the room and came to the window to watch. Suddenly three large trucks with fish skeletons painted on them came rolling into the park.
"Aw shit man here comes some trouble." Carl said quickly, getting as close to the window as he could.
"Why...who are they?" James asked.
"Those are the triads," Johnny whisperd in excitment, "they are a local chinese gang, into the fish market and protection, they dont have any allies though."
The back of the trucks slid up and ten men in all blue jumped out of each truck including the drivers.The five watched as the small park erupted into a gang battle. The ground beneth them turned red as diablos went down left and right. Bones could be heard breaking from the wooden bats. Bullets ripped threw the air and could be heard entering the soft flesh of the men. After a minute ten diablos were on the ground and only three triads were down.
"Come on we have to help them!" Carl shouted running back into the other room.
"Evreybody get up to the roof and wait for me and Carl." commanded Johnny dissapering into the other room too.
A minute later evreyone gathered on the roof. Johnny and Carl had brought five sniper rifles. By the time they got them loaded only ten diablos were left and seventeen triads remained. James held the scope up to his eye and watched the fight. A triad he was watching just hit a diablo hard in the side of the head and now he was coughing up blood and teeth. He moved the scope back up to the triads head and fired. A loud bang was heard over the shot of the pistols and the triad fell up against a poll dead.
The other four fired at once, droping four more triads in a second. They did this two more times before going back downstairs, leaveing four more diablos left and only three triads. They rushed back to Carls floor and stood outside the door.
"We will see you later Carl." James quickly said as the brothers ran down the stairs to the van, "We dont want to be here when the cops arrive"
"Alright man, good to see you again homie." Carl said kicking open the door and laying the rifles down,"Oh dont call me Carl man call me CJ and try not to get your ass beat by anymore cops."
"Later CJ" James said joggin down the hall
James rushed down the stairs and shoved the front door open. He seen that Johnny had already gotten the van started and was ready to pull off. He quickly jumped in the back of the van and Johnny hit the gas, speeding up the hill and makeing a quick retreat back home.
CJ watched from the window...
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