A Greenwood drove down several streets slowly, in the distance. It was midnight exactly, and little to no one was outside in the streets of Los Santos. The Greenwood pulled into an alleyway, and the owner of the car stepped out. It was Sean "Sweet" Johnson. Sweet closed the door, and chuckled silently to himself. He had parked outside of a Club, owned by the Ballas. It was actually one of the biggest clubs in Los Santos, and it was also one of the biggest Balla's property. Sweet was going to get his revenge.
Sweet walked up to the back-door of the Ballas club, and tried to open it. He then looked down and saw the small padlock attached to the door. Of course.. He took out his nine millimeter, which he had fitted with a silencer for the occasion. He'd actually gotten the Silencer from the same store he'd gotten his pants at .. He aimed it carefully at the lock, and fired, blowing it off the door. He caught it in his hand, and quickly put it down on the ground, due to it's extreme heat after having a round fired into it.
He gently turned the knob with his right hand, considering he had to use his left now to hold his gun, and looked around the room. No one was in there. Everyone had left by this time, and considering the Ballas were one of the biggest, toughest gangs in Los Santos, they clearly disregarded the thought of any idiot breaking into their club, having no security posted around the room. Of course, Sweet had snuck out of his house an hour ago, considering Carl and Brian would definately never let him do something this insane with his bad arm.
He walked inside, to make sure no one was there. And no one was. The building was actually an old warehouse, and had no second floor, though it was tall enough too. It was an amazing room, really. It had a pristine, oak-wood bar, and it seemed all the tables and other wooden surfaces were made of the same. A small section of the wall had been hollowed out, where a huge selection of wines and other alcoholic beverages were placed.
In the center of the room was a massive dance floor, with all different color tiles, and lights on the metal rafters above that would shine down onto the floor, when the whole place was lit up, with various colors. All in all, it was one of the best clubs Sweet had ever seen. Almost a shame to burn it down .. But he needed revenge, and this was the perfect way to do it. So, he turned around, and walked back to his car.
Sweet opened the trunk of the Greenwood, which was facing the club door, both for a quick getaway, and so that anyone walking by couldn't see what he was doing. He pulled out two canisters of gas, which were in knee-high red plastic casings, with large X's indented at the top, and a yellow hose sticking out of it. He grabbed them by their holds, and carried them into the club. Setting one down, he began to tip the casing over, pouring gas over all the wooden surfaces. Then, he took the other one and coated the floors in gas. He then walked to the club door.
Sweet smirked almost evilly, and reached into his pocket, retrieving a lighter, and a cigarette. What a classic way to burn down a building. He lit the cigarette, and placed it to his lips, inhaling deeply. When he pulled it away, he flicked it onto the club floor. It almost fell in slow-motion, as Sweet exhaled the smoke from his mouth, and the room began to catch fire. Sweet chuckled loudly, and walked back to his car, closing the trunk and getting in. He then drove down the street, smoke coming out of the open club windows.
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Carl bounced the ball back and forth beetween his hands, and then turned and circled past his brother, leaping into the air, and dunking the basketball into the net. It fell to the ground with a light thud, and then a few more as it bounced up and down a few times, Carl raising his hands in the air and laughing. "I'm the real deal, son!" He shouted, laughing afterwards.
Sweet waved his hands. "Get on with that shit, lil' brother! You know you just lucky when it comes to this game. Ain't no skill involved when it comes to you." They both laughed, and Carl waved his hand dismissively. Carl frowned, and looked at the black and white police cruiser that was driving towards them slowly. He turned to Sweet, who was dunking the ball himself, and muttered "Five-O .. " Sweet turned, and held the ball to his side, looking at the cruiser. He walked over to Carl's side, and Carl put his hands on his hips, both of them just staring at it.
Tenpenny got out of the car, and stretched, closing the door and yawning. He walked up to the brothers, and nodded. "Good afternoon, gentlemen ... " Sweet shook his head. "What the hell you want, you dirty pig?" Tenpenny chuckled, and raised his hands defensively. "Oh my friend, no, I come in peace .. Mostly. Well, no, not at all. Apparently, a club was burned down last night near the beach, and a man wearing green was seen fleeing the crime scene in a Greenwood .. And then, your name came to mind.
Sweet shook his head once more. "We ain't done nothin'. Besides that, it's just car, and it's just a color. Ain't like you're grove street for wearin' green, or drivin' a Greenwood." Tenpenny nodded slowly. "I don't guess so .. But, since your brother here is wanted for the murder of eight people .. " Carl cut him off. "Man, I told you to check with the fuckin' doctor, that was self defense!" Tenpenny nodded. "Oh, I did Carl. He said he's never heard your name before .. So I'm going to have to ask you to come with us, if you don't mind." Carl shook his head. "No way, man! Look at Sweet's arm!" Sweet held up his partially broken arm.
"You ain't taken' my brother no where, Tenpenny!"
Tenpenny shook his head. "Oh, but I am, Sean. If you'd like me to not have to add resisting arrest to his long, long long long sentence, then you'll stand aside." Sweet began to say something, but Carl cut him off. "No, man. I'll go peacefully, an'shit .." Sweet sighed, and Tenpenny put a pair of cuffs on Carl, dragging him backwards to the car. "You get me out soon, Sweet! You prove I didn't do shit, man!" Carl shouted, and Sweet nodded. "Don't worry brah', I will! Don't worry, man!" Tenpenny shoved Carl into the cruiser, and then opened the door. "Try not to commit any more arsony cases, Sweet ... " He chuckled, and got in the car, driving away. Sweet held up his hand and gave Tenpenny a rude gesture as he drove away.