Leroy sat around a green poker table with four other guys, Eric, Joe, Larry, and Sean. He looked over their blank faces with a grin on his. "Aight, here's the deal boys," he pounded his fists down on the table, an empty beer glass fell over.

Eric, Joe, Larry and Sean had their heads up now, full attention on Leroy.

"Carl, my man, wants us to solve a lil' somethin' somethin' for him," he took a drag on his cigar. "So we're gonna do it, and we're gonna do it like pro's!" He was standing up now, leaning over the tables.

"What's the job?" Eric, the smallest of the crew, asked.

"Carl's girl, she's been around the block a few times. In fact, she supposed to be 'round the block tonight with some guy named Richard. We have to find him before he finds her and fuck him up, ya hear?"

Larry had a confused look on his face. "You mean she's cheatin' on Carl and he wants to kill the guy she's goin' behind his back with?"
"No," Leroy shook his head. "she's been around before like this. And she's not really his girl, but he likes her like candy, and so he wants to keep her away from them otha guys and squeeze in himself. So we have to find Richard and fuck his punk ass up, okay!" Leroy hit the table again.

"I heard of a man named Richard," Joe mumbled and took a sip of beer.

"Tell," Leroy sat back down in his chair, folded his arms, and leaned back, one knee propped up underneath the table to hold his balance.

"Aight, he's a big Mexican man. Brown hair, brown eyes, tattoos all over himself. He drives a black truck. I seen him with some ladies last week. He knows my buddy from the East and hooked me up with somethin'. He's got a real big crew of Mexicans behind him, about the same size as him. But they don't travel with him in his truck, they stay behind, watching from somewhere, we won't know where."

"That's good, that's real good info, keep up ya good work!"

"I seen him too," Larry said. "He was parked on a curb, some girl leaning through the window, looked like he was blowing love smoke at her," he chuckled. "Anyways, he's a big man, yeah."

"We'll we can take him."

"But maybe not his crew," Joe said.

"Who knows. We got until tonight. Let's search for him," Leroy headed out of the abandoned garage, into the gravel parking lot and they climbed into his small four door red car.

The streets were covered with cars, all parked on the side, gangs spread out on the street corners. None of the cars seen so far were big black trucks like Richard's, and it was hard to find him. They rode around for more than half an hour until they were closer. Up ahead parked in front of a Mexican Bar & Grill they saw the truck. They parked somewhat far behind, Joe and Larry watched for him, peeking through the windows of the restaurant. He was sitting, his back facing the windows, and his truck. He was stuffing his face, and the bartender wasn't even looking up to notice that Eric and Leroy had just slit all four tires on Richard's truck. Now they were waiting around the corner for him to come out, they had their guns loaded, cocked and ready for fire. He came out fifteen minutes later, no men following him like Joe was saying. But they were out there somewhere.

"Joe, Larry, watch the roofs," Leroy commanded and him and Eric snuck up on Richard. Eric tripped him down to the ground, nailed him in the face a few good times. Eric laid there on the cement helplessly, with Leroy aiming a gun at his head, and Eric ready to pound the snot out of him a little more. "Richard?"

"Who wants to know?" Richard mumbled.

"My gun and I," Leroy put is closer to his temple.

"Yeah, Richard here," Richard nodded. "What you want?"

"There's someone that wants to meet you," Leroy called Joe and Larry back over. They lifted him into the trunk of their little red car, and shut it tightly. "Let's move, I'll call Carl."

They got back to the garage and waited for Carl to come around. Leroy had made the call leaving the restaurant about twenty minutes ago.

Carl pulled up and parked his car next to the little red one. "You found him?"

"He's in there," Leroy pointed to the trunk.

"Right man, for sho?"

"Yeah," Joe nodded.

"Kill him," he reached into his pocket and handed Leroy four thousand dollars. "Here's your pay, murder that man right here, right now," he stepped back and crossed his arms.

Leroy popped open the trunk, four guns aiming into it.

Richard poked his head out, "What does he want?"

"You dead," Leroy cocked the gun and they all fired shots until the trunk was splattered with blood. Leroy had Larry drive the car to the river, forty-eight miles out of San Andreas, and leave it in the river, for the rest of Richard's soul to drown.

"Nice job, man," Carl shook Leroy's hand. "Enjoy your money," Carl got back in his car and headed back to his apartment. "Guess she won't be seein' him tonight," he laughed.