Concrete Jungle

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

A cartel hitman, an ex soldier, a wayward gunmen with no cause, an ex KGB agent, & a familiar family oriented coke addicted thug find their way to sunny LS finding themselves around similar scum. Immoral car salesmen, low life bangers, king pins, & hackers. When an eventual rift in the friendship divides their destinies, alliances shift & none of them will ever be the same again.

36. Wounded Pride

One Week Earlier

Vasily emerged to tell the Russian mobsters, "Baba Yaga has been shot. And I'm not so sure we can safely say Grisha didn't dpo it. He's in the hospital."

"What are you talking about you fucking idiot? If I had done it, Ivan would be dead. Papa, I still need to teach the Boogeyman a lesson for putting his hands on me."

The Bravta boss was sipping a glass of Jerkov Vodka. "Yes, I heard about your little scuffle. I can see why you lost. If it had been me, it wouldn't have happened. It takes KGB to bring down KGB. I hope you don't think that just because you are my son, you can abuse your authority."

"You know he was the one who killed Sergei. He wasn't killed by an enemy," Vasily stated. "Shut your lying mouth, Vasily!" Snarled Grisha. Markovich approached his son. 'Did you kill him, son? You told me he died taking bullets to protect you and Baba Yaga. I am not mad. Just do not lie to me."

"Yes...I killed him. To save him would have been unlikely and a waste of medical supplies."

"See? Now was that so hard? Now come. Give your father a hug," Grisha was reluctant but he did as he asked. The old man slapped him on the back. "You're very irresponsible. You've learned more about the business than you know from last year but you still have long way to go. I can't have you killing anybody else without my permission. Not from our crew. Is that understood?"

"Yes..."

"Good. That also means you will not retaliate against Ivan when he is recovered. I am serious. If you do, I will name somebody else as my successor."

"Understood. But won't you discipline Ivan for beating me up? It was your place to correct me, not his. He should have asked you. We were both wrong,"

The Bravta leader nodded. "Yes. And believe me, I will have a talk with Baba Yaga," Grisha smiled. "This good," With that, Markovich pulled his silenced pistol out of his jacket and fired a shot into Grisha's left shin. His son shreiked in pain and he pistol whipped him. "You fucking idiot...you ever kill one of my soldiers again without my say so, I give you a fucking vasectomy. And believe me, I want grandchildren so do not test me. I will have a talk with Baba Yaga. He has my permission to knock sense into you as much as he deems nessecary. At this point even he would make a better leader than you," He then leaned in closer as he held his wound crying. "Oh and if you are thinking you will pull a patricide on me just to take my legacy sooner than my time, just know I sleep with one eye open. And since I have your sister who still can give me grandchildren, you should know I will kill you if you try to kill me. I brought you in this world I can take you out of it."

Grisha groaned, "papa...please!" His father had no sympathy. "Shut the fuck up! You are supposed to be a son not a daughter! You think I have not been shot in leg before? I took a Makarov bullet when I was your age in the thigh and I didn't cry. What is it Americans say?" He looked at Andrei then remembered. "Walk it off!"

Andrei went to get some medical supplies and his father said one last thing, "You may think my parenting is harsh but you are an adult man and you still act like a boy. Snorting coke instead of taking care of business. Disrespecting our soldiers. Disrespecting the Soviet Union, our heritage! If you think I am cruel just remember I could let you bleed out because you are also a waste of medical supplies. And oxygen and brain cells. You disappoint me. The only time you do not disappoint me, is in that you never disappoint in disappointing me."

Paul

2011

He pulled up to the Cree reservation again and looked to see Chogan standing in the doorway with a Glock 40 in the doorway looking pissed off. He also saw Aila and Dawn and Chaska. Plus a couple of more Natives he didn't recognize including a very beautiful Native woman with almond colored hair wearing a turquoise blouse and a white skirt. She had Little Joe laying on a table as she stitched his face up.

Chaska also had his right arm patched up but it was bloody. "What happened here?" Paul asked. He had Danyen with him. Chogan angrily stated, "First, some Angels jumped my little brother., Five of em. They don't care he's still in his teens. And they're grown ass men in their thirties. Thank fuck we got Kat here to help. Then, Chaska was moving some ice into the city for me when some Indian Clique assholes rolled up and tried to get him in a drive-by."

A Native that Paul did not recognize was there. He was about six feet tall and light brown, of Ojibwa descent and had somewhat shaggy hair tucked under a baseball cap plus a white t and baggly blue jeans. "That's my boy, Ray, from Minnesota. Moved here two years ago. If it wasn't for him, I don't know if Ska would have made it back."

"You came all the way here just to get to a doctor? That's like an hour and a half drive."

"We were already almost back here when they started spraying. Anyway, I busted back at them so even if going to the hospital was an option it aint now," Stated Ray.

"We gotta hit these bitches back," Stated Chogan. "To top it off, they took my car when they beat Joe up. Fucking Dead Beats are gonna get it. Listen..Iorakote...do you by chance happen to know anybody that can supply us with something heavier? My weapons guy just went to Flint Mountain and he's looking at five years. Seized the guns he had on him and I don't know where he got his guns before."

"He didn't tell you?" Asked Paul. "Nah, man. We wanted it that way anyway. Deniability for if the RCMP or tribal PD came knocking. Only now, I'm not so sure that was a good idea on my part."

"I mean...I can maybe call my friend Vince. It'll take him some time to get here though. I can have him meet us in Terento. We hitting the Angels again? And IC?"

"For sure, man. Can't let them fuck with my brother, like that!" Chaska had the bullet out of him and he said, "You know what, homeboy? I'm coming with. I'm not letting them get away with popping me. I bet they thought they shot me in the heart too instead og the arm. Little dumb asses."

Ray said, "Hey I'm down, homie. Just say the word and i'm with you. They took shots at me too. Bottom line, they disrespected us and sometimes respect is al a man has. Shit, on the streets it can be the difference between life and death. And in their case, it's gonna be death. I mean they think they can push us around just cause their crew's been around longer?"

"Yeah, it's not like that even matters," Aila stated. "We're the ones that stand tall for our people, man They're the ones friends with the Angels when almost every Indian gang hates them even ones we don't get along with can't stand them. It's just a universal thing. We may fight each other and that sucks but we know where we stand with the Angeels and if it ever came down to it we'd band with all our enemies if we had to stand up against the Angels in every province but the IC's still want to stick by them."

"Apples. Every last one of them," Stated Dawn. "Well we better hit the road if we're gonna go and wait up."

Chogan told the woman, "Hey look after him, okay?" The woman nodded.

Paul eyed her. she was Tuscarora she could speak Kanienkeha. He was the first Iroquois tribe to join the confederacy and she was the sixth. "Nahó:ten iesá:iats?" (What's your name?)

"Ko:r ióntiats, Ok ní:se'?" He introduced himself. (My name is Paul. And yours?)

" Kateri ióntiats," She replied. (My name is Katherine)

She added, "Most just call me Kat," He asked her, "You're a nurse? I mean you were patching up and digging out bullets. How much do you know how to treat? I mean what all can you do?"

"Iontken'toráhkhwa', Ió:to, Satathrè:nen, Satia'tátshon testat," Replied Kat. (Poultice, inflammation, wounds, burns and ulcers.)

"Very nice," He said. Chogan called from outside. "Paul! Hurry up!"

They took a black Rebel that Ray had arrived in. "Ray and Chogan rode up front while Paul, Chaska, Aila and Dawn rode in the back. "So how do you know this guy, Vincent? The one you're trying to get those guns from?"

"We're the same nation. How we met...eh that's a long story for another time. But all that matters is, I trust him, he trusts me. Dudes a biker. I don't ride but he offered to show me some time if I had the free time."

He dialed Vincent. "Hey, Vince, it's Paul. Listen, I know it's been a minute but can you meet me in Teranto? I need some fireworks and I wouldn't exactly be able to pay you right away but we're having a major Cree celebration up here and we need them. I can promise I'd have the money within a week and I'll even give you some collateral until I do,"

"Hey, Paul. Um...that's kind of a tall order, bro. I mean I'll see what I can do ya know but there's no gurantees. I'm gonna have to ride to the other side of the bordert to even get it to ya and honestly, I'm gonna need to cross over before I can even think of picking any up. Too risky crossing over with them. Especially when I usually ride a hog. What do you want? Just a few firecrackers?"

"Honnestly, a few Roman Candles would be good, bro. An extreme machine or two. Plus a few 300 Saturns. We're having a big celebration and we want our show to be the best."

"All right but it'll cost ya. I'm thinking 30 thousand in Canadian, plus 20 in US."

"Goddamn, dude."

"Yeah well, it;s a tall order and I'm giving it to you without an upfroint payment. Plus you still gotta think about the risk I'd be taking. I don't gotta have em on me. If any of those kids get hurt with one of those things, I got a huge lawsuit on my hands," Translation, he was saying that if any of the guns lead to either the Warriors or their enemies getting shot to where an investigation led back to him as to how the guns got into the country he would be looking at serious prison time.

"All right well I don't know if I can get that kind of money in a week but what I can do is gurantee you that I won't return to the states until you are paid off."

"All right we have a deal. Now where am I meeting you?"

"Red Cougar Hotel in Teranto," Vincent was surprised. "They actually have those there? I thought they were only in the Pac Northwest and Western Canada?"

"They just had one open up a year or two ago. It's a nice enough place."

He got off the phone. Aila smiled a bit saying, "Nahoten ieri'wase?" Asked Aila. (What's new?)

Danyen replied, "Not much,'

"So once again two flint boys show up on Cree land, eh?"

"Hey, I'm not a criminal, that's this guy, i'm just trying to make ends meet," Stated Danyen. "I'm the driver. I move Iorakote across the border. That's it. I aint a gang banger. And I might be from a rez but I aint a rez dog."

"And yet you're here."

"I know...I'm just saying. This isn't some regular thing for me. I'm just in it for the money."

They arrived in good time and checked into their rooms waiting for him to get there.

Paul took a nap.

2013

Neto

Bombing Down The Avenue

They headed into the motel Neto had stayed at when he first arrived in L.S. that Pajaro was now staying at. Big Demon and Gata were inside loading up weapons on the bed while Ortega was at the table with Chela. They also had a couple more gangsters in the room who Neto did not recognize. "This is El Camello. De Guadalajara," El Camello had light brown skin a mustache, a soul patch and a shaved head and wore sunglasses. He looked to be in his 40's but possibly could have even been in his 50's. He was shirtless for now while ironing his shirt but Neto saw a tattoo of the Virgin of Guadalupe on his back in the center while on the right wide there was a tattoo of a Mexican woman with the name Camila under it.

He finished ironing and put on a crisp white t. "OG vato, right there," Stated El Pajaro. Ortega nodded. "Yeah that's my primo. Always holding it down for calle diecioco. Mara Cucas in Mexico are afraid of him."

There was also a light brown skinned Chicana wearing a black t shirt and white khaki pants who was very beautiful and she wore a white fedora. "That's Calaca,"

"Q vo le,. I heard about you, dog. Santa Muerte..."

"It was all just rumors, I'm sure," Neto said. "I didn't do it!" He said in a light hearted manner. "Oh and that's Grumpy, Zorra, y Licha," Stated Demon.

Zorra and Licha were both from Ortega's varrio all though they stayed in Rancho and lived closer to Demon, since even the Aztecas in Blaine were originally Rancho gangsters, it made sense that they moved back. El Camello, it seemed, was a nomadic cholo same as Neto.

Grumpy was from Rancho but stayed out in Blaine. Grumpy had tattoos all up and down his body and some were on his head. He had the varrio tatted on his head and on his neck he had a tattoo of Huitzilopochtli, the god of war. Grumpy was one of those guys where he had so many placasos that to spot and figure all of them out could take days.

Zorra was a light brown Chicana with long black hair a small nose big lips and big eyes. She wore a black skirt, a blue bandanna designed top, and mascerea She wore a pounders jersey and sunglasses and blue jeans. Licha was also a Chicana and she wore a bluish green Corkers cap plus a white wife beater which Neto could see her bra under which was black. She had lips similiar to Zorra but was a few years older and had lip gloss on.

Big Demon had an AK-74, Pajaro had two Uzi's, Nata took an M4, Gata had an MP5, Calaca had an AK-47, El Camello had a Mossberg 500, Chela had two Kimel AP-9's, Grumpy had a G36, Zorra took a Tec 9 and Licha had a Mac-10. "They also took my car," Demon grumbled. "I don't know what they're planning on doing with it, if it's bombing it or what eh but it aint happening. Not with my ranfla, eh."

Santa Muerte suggested, "Could be payback over that Banshee, que no?" They went outside where Neto and Nata got in with Big Demon and Gata. It was a dark brown Glendale. "Where we rolling to, ese?"

"The Tahitian. Carson Ave, hermano. That;s their spot. It's a center for those Family levas to sling piedreas outta their casa. Not anymore. Not today. They might think I'm dumb enough to take my car back too or that maybe they think they're gonna do to us what you did to them with the Banshee. But I'm not stupid. If they were willing to give it back that'd be reason to suspect it. But if they fight to keep me from it, that's something else."

"Si mon But what makes you think that's what they want? I mean how do you know they even got the car at this place?"

Demon put the song Mom & Dad by Midget Loco on. "Little chavalito from the varrio was riding through on his bike. He had a cuete too and he knows how to drive but there were too many of them. Even for somebody like you, Santa, I wouldn't have asked to go in there alone."

"By now you should know I can handle that many on my own, D. They aint shit. I mean really, this is more manpower than we need to even do all this. If it was just me you sent out there, there wouldn't be any carnales at risk out here. Cause you never know how this could come aint living in East Los where it's all fortified and shit As much as Los Vagos want us out of Rancho or Marabunta wants us gone from LS period, the Tranny's would love to take advantage of the fact that we're the underdogs between us and the yellow rags."

Though Neto could take care of himself, he couldn't necessarily always guarantee he'd be there to stop the next bullet for the next Azteca. East LS, though dangerous was safe enough from Famlies or Ballas. As a rule, niggers were scared to go to El Burro Heights or even Murietta. Even the most hardcore Ballas or Chamberlain shooters didn't dare go east of the 10 but they weren't afraid to ride through Rancho since a lot of them used to live out there. With East LS, they had never lived there. As a result, Rancho was more of a battleground than East Los ever had been and probably ever would be.

"Si mon," Agreed Gata. "They're counting on the idea of us losing more every day to Marabunta y Los Vagos and then with us being the weaker of the two gangs, they can come in and take our hood out from under us. Chingada, can you imagine? Carson or Chamberlain Hills getting a fuckin base on the East Side of Central too?"

"All right first off, we aint weak, Esa," Stated Demon. "Don't ever let me catch you saying that again. We've just had better days. That doesn't mean we're getting run out of our block and if the Vagos couldn't do it, neither will Ballas or Families. And speaking of Vagos, as much as I don't trust the ones near us, we got a few of them coming to Tiny's funeral. Also some from the beach too. Now them, I don't mind. But either way, even with the V's we got pedo with we gotta put that aside even if just for one day even if the truce is shaky cause sabes que? Tiny's got cousins from other neighborhoods. Maybe other vatos might not have even let them come to the funeral just cause of mala sangre but I'm old school. Familia es familia. I gotta let them come. Our hoods might fight but that's mostly young vatos. Veteranos, we fought when we were young like you kids but we understand each other now and truth be told if somebody, God forbid in mi familia was killed and was living there, they'd give me a pass to let me come pay respects too. This is a sign of good faith."

They pulled up to the spot each masking up. Neto spotted a couple of Carson shooters right off the bat. He fired three rounds, the first striking a black male with dark skin and cornrows in a Magnetics t shirt. To his right was a female banger, a dark skinned black girl smoking on a cigarette. She wore a white wife beater as a lot of males tended to and she had a green checkered shirt but she had it partially tied around her neck. She flicked the butt out and reached for a Beretta but Neto fired hitting her in the jaw.

He resorted back to the Assault rifle. Big Demon fired his 74, striking two Carson bangers yelling, "Hijo de puta! Where's my fucking car, cabron?!" He struck the first a light skinned black dude with a shaved head in a green varsity jacket and he hit him with six rounds in the right chest blowing his nipple off and the next few rounds tore into his Adams apple. The second gangster was hit with three rounds in the face one blowing his right eye out of its socket.

A female Carson gang member wearing a dark green midriff top and blue jeans plus a dark blue rag over her head and a green one under her face and she fired aiming at them. "CK! Ponte trucha!" Screamed Gata as she sprayed striking a trio of black males, striking the first, an African American dark skinned man with ear piercings in both ears baggy blue jeans and a green and white striped t, the rounds hit him in the chest and the stomach.

The second gang member, was a man of Kenyan American descent, much darker wearing a white t and a gold chain necklace and baggy black jeans. He took five rounds in the neck and two in the shoulder., The third, an African American with lighter skin wearing a snapback skinny blue jeans, green high tops and glasses took four rounds in the waist.

Neto almost laughed because with the skinny jeans he looked like a ghetto hipster. Still, said ghetto hipster reached into his pocket pulling out a .38 but Nata pull two in the back of his head. El Camello let off a blast striking a Carson gang member in the right shoulder blowing his arm apart watching bone and muscle get destroyed. Grumpy spotted a green Baller SUV tearing up the street with three gangsters inside it firing handguns and SMG's. He unloaded the magazine on the four inhaitants of the SUV. He struck the driver with six rounds in the heart the passenger with three in the shoulder and ten rounds into the gangsters in the back seat. The front seat passenger rolled out of the car, his wound bleeding as he carried a Mac-11 in hand that discharged wildly as he hit the ground letting off nine rounds.

Pajaro sprayed off thirty rounds from each Uzi and struck five Carson bangers as they fired from behind cover of a car. He killed two of them, the first, a light skinned female with an Afro and a nose piercing wearing a green bandanna top and blue shorts. He hit her in the side of the nose. The second was a bi racial man of African and Caucasian descent a man with blue eyes and light brown almost blondish facial hair and dread locks. He was hit with thirteen rounds in the gut, two in the groin one in the left leg and one in the right femur.

The Families were starting to bring out heavier weaponry to defend their turf and as Neto turned he saw Ortega pull up with three additional Aztecas. The three Aztecas went forth towards the wounded gang members Pajaro had hit. The first carried a Remington 870, the second carried an AK-47 the third had two Mac-10's. Each killed one Carson goon. Zorra fired off twenty rounds striking a Carson BG in the chest. Calaca drew down on a female carrying a 12 gauge striking her with seven rounds in the chest followed by five in the face. "¡Mírate chingonas!" Neto said with a grin.

One of the Aztecas, the one with the shotgun took seven rounds from a Carson goon firing from cover. Rounds from the MP5 struck him and he went down as two slugs pierced his left lung. Ortega fired striking the gang banger who had done it in the mouth. "You little chavalitos wanna kill mi compas?! Take my ride?! Is that what's up, putos?!" He emptied an entire magazine into another Carson gangster. He reloaded behind cover.

Neto let off thirty rounds striking a Carson avenue member with ten rounds in the gut, another he hit with twelve rounds in the chest, arms and legs, and the third, he struck with five in the back just as he had taken a slug from one of the two strangers that were VLA. The man fell over falling down the stairs of his apartment.

A bald older African American with light skin wearing a Corkers jersey and black jeans opened fire with an M-16 striking Neto with twenty rounds in the chest. He fell over into cover behind a parker gray Felon. "Fuck ya'll bitches! South Sidas aint shit! Fuck your set!" Yelled the OG. "Yo, is that ese in the skull mask dead?!" A male Carson guy yelled, "That's that nigga Santa Muerte!"

"WHOEVER BAGS THAT BITCH IS GETTING THIRTY LARGE! ON MY MAMA!" Yelled the Carson leader. Big Demon reloaded and fired striking the older black male in the right arm. "Why you running, fucker?!" Yelled Demon. "This is your varrio! You shouldn't be scared of us!" The black male did in fact take the stairs two at a time diving into a beige Manana with the engine running and a driver none of them could see floored it as the two Azteca soldados with Ortega fired after him. However, the gang member with shotgun was hit once in the back left shoulder he fell down screaming. Neto saw the Carson bitch with the shotgun had somehow stayed alive this long. He was almost impressed.

She fired another shot blindly from cover and struck him in the back of both legs and the back. He fell over bleeding and Ortega tried to pull him to cover and the gangster screamed, "I can't feel my legs...! I can't move...!" The Carson girl cried out, "Go see some mariachi with your bum asses!" Neto saw she was reloading and snuck over to her. She tried to hit him with the shotgun, to club him with it but he grabbed it catching it with quick reflexes. He twisted her arm breaking it. "Not so tough now, are you puta?!"

"Please man, lemme go...!" She begged. He used her as a human shield to catch a couple of Mac-10 rounds aimed at him and the Carson goon stopped firing upon seeing it but not before she was further wounded. Neto demanded, "Where;s the Stallion? And don't play stupid,"

"They're taking it over to LS Customs...I swear! I aint mean all that mariachi stuff!" Neto chuckled, "You're not exactly doing much for your gangster girls you';re making em look weak. You always break down in front of enemigos? Nah i bet you goyt fucked into the hood, huh? What's your street name? Blowup Doll? Town Bike? Door Knob? Dances With Syphilis? Cmon, mija. You can tell me. It's a 'safe place' no judgement here!"

Neto then decided to slam her head through the window of the car., He shattered it and busted her skull open and cut her face open. "I honestly wanted to see what was harder. An ozomotli's skull or a window. But you both broke and only one of you is leaking!" Her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a scared whimper. 'You boot lipped coward. Speaking of lips...say adios to yours,"

He put her face down lips first on a broken shard of the glass. It ripped through her bottom lip with ease and blood was everywhere and she shrieked. He pushed deeper and the glass pushed up into her gums above her top teeth. Her feet kicked as she writhed in pain as blood and saliva went everywhere. She fell on the ground fading out of consciousness and he said, "Does that hurt? At least you feel pain. That vato over there can't feel his legs! If he lives he's fucked up for life!"

He finally put her out of her misery bringing his foot down on her bloody ripped up face with a stomp and there was still a small piece of glass jutting into her and it pushed deeper into her as the glass then broke causing more bleeding as it ripped more of her gums. "Boot lip is true...you just got one to the face! But your gums are red. Myth busted!" He shreiked. His foot and all his weight and strength also broke all over her front teeth. Neto then chuckled picking up the pieces of her teeth yelling, "Oooh shit you think the tooth fairy will give me a dollar for this?! Or a dollar per teeth?! Will it be 50 cents for half a tooth?! HAHAHA!"

Several rounds were fired at him from a Carson thug with an M4 and Grumpy pulled him to cover. "Get your stupid ass down, fool!" He cried. Ortega looked at the carnage Neto had just caused and said, "You need serious professional help. There's a guy out in Vespucci, Dr Freidlander. When this is over you need to see him! You're one sick vato!"

Demon asked, "Did you find out where they're taking my car, ese?"

"Yeah to the LS Customs over by the airport."

The last Azteca that was with Ortega took six rounds in the back from a Carson gangster, a female with an AK-47. Chela let off six rounds from each gun striking the black female in the stomach and chest. The woman fell over with half a dozen rounds in her and as she fell over puking blood, Chela let off four more rounds from the gun in her right hand.

They got to their respective vehicles and Demon yelled, "Oye, you guys clear outta here! We got the rest from here! Gracias para los esquinas. Vamanos!" They took off heading out of South Central as sirens sounded and they drove away. Each gang member took the time to reload. "We just got away from the juras by the skin of our teeth, D! You sure we should start shedding vallas near LS International?" Asked Nata. Demon assured the younger gangster, "Mira, a lot of the west side varrios that lived around there back in the day used to use the airport's arriving and departing flights to do hits. It was pretty smart. They'd time it with a plane overhead. To be honest, I was a little jealous."

Before long, they pulled up to the spot. "You think we missed them?" Asked Gata.

Neto shook his head. "Just wait. We might have but on the other hand, if they didn't have a customer right now pretty sure the door would be open,"

Finally it did open and they saw a green Stallion pull out. "What the fuck...those little bitches painted my wheels in chavala colors?!" The car spotted them and two black males were inside it. "Oh shit!" They floored it. Neto saw the passenger had a Mini Uzi that he was preparing to spray should the cholos open fire on them but he didn't fire. He probably was worried about the sound too as no planes had yet taken off. "Kill those cabrones, perro!" Screamed Demon. "If I shoot I could fuck your car up," Neto said. "It's already fucked up, N! Look at it! Even bullet holes in that shitty paint jo would be an upgrade. They already fucked it up so I gotta drop a few g's down and get it repaired anyway so what's a few bullet holes and bloodstains?"

They followed the speeding car out of there. Gata warned, "Remember to time it with the plane! There's one about to take off!" Finally, there was an arriving plane overhead and Nata fired her M4 out of the window striking both men. They crashed the car with the driver leaning against the steering wheel coughing blood up. The passenger was slightly better off and he tried to exit the vehicle and went to aim the Uzi at the Yaqui woman but he was surprised by how dizzy he was having his his own head pretty hard in addition to four rounds in the right rib cage. The rounds discharged and went wild from his weapon as he fell over and she approached putting a final shot between his eyes. "Aztecas por vida puto. Hasta la muerte!"

Demon pulled the driver out. "Think you're fucking slick? Wanna take my car? Look at what you did to my paint job, you little bitch!" The guy spat blood in his face having taken five in the back. "Fuck you...looks better..." Big Demon threw him against the hood of the car. "Well you can't argue taste," He said. "But I'm gonna need to repaint it twice. Second painting will put it back to its original color. But first I'm gonna paint it red," He fired his magazine into his face blowing his face off completely and the powerful 7.62 rounds blew his brains out. "And a few shades of gray..."

He shoved the man's corpse aside. "I'm gonna get this off the street. I'm gonna call a tow truck but Neto, I need you to be the one to steal it, all right?" Then we'll get it repaired later but I need it off the street and we gotta lay low."

"Orale. I'll do that."

Just then Demon got a tet and Neto saw an image of a dark brown Chicano male with a shaved head on the screen indicating that was who it was from. "Who's that?" Demon replied, "El Pavo. Carnal of mine from down in the Beach. He's a Vago OG down there. At war with the psychos, the Da Nang Boyz and you probably guessed it, my dumb ass primo too. He'll be at the funeral. We gota solidify more alliances on the streets cause shit is gonna get hot out here. Okay...take the hynas back to the varrio. Might have blocked the sound out but two dead chanates is still gonna draw every black and white cruiser around."

Packie

2006

"So what's the deal, gentlemen?" Asked Ray. "And ladies..." He said looking at Elizabeta. "What are we doing out here?"

"We know that the families don't like to...officially touch yayo. We know you got Rico up your ass. Believe me, they would like to take me down too," Stated Torres. "So what we're suggesting is that you.. let us operate in Alderney, even in Westdyke if some desperate houswives want a little pick me up. As far as distribution, don't worry we would handle that. On the other hand, we know you get access to some things that aint readily available in the barrio. We want access to some of your lawyers. For free."

"That's it? Thay's doable. I'll have to talk to the skipper but I'm sure he'd be on board. Whoa whoa wait a minute, amiga hold the fuckin phone," Stated Ray. "This is Bohan. I know for a fact this is Lupasella's territory."

"Papa, there are no Luapsella's in our neighborhood. You have mi palabra. But yes, they are in this city and yeah they got their little operations out here. And they probably wouldn't want any Alderney family muscling in on their turf. So we would have to deal with that."

"I don't see how it's any of those mothafuckas busimness what we do though," Playboy X stated. "I mean we're not really cutting in on their business so what's it to them if we make a little money together, right? Do it our own way with our own corners burough to burough. Hood niggas, barrio cats, mob guys all getting paid what the problem is? They should know just as much as me that war's bad for business."

"It doesn't matter," Stated Gerry. "They'll still see it as muscling in on their turf if we make any move without giving them a taste. And let me tell you, I have no intention on giving them a taste.

Packie looked at Gerry and then at Ray. "Guess we'll have to do a preemptive strike against the Lupasella's then won't we boys?"

2014

Neto

A black male stared at him. "You're not going to cause the Roman Brothers anymore trouble. You've done enough."

"Chinga tu madre, pendejo..." Neto said. "Who's gonna stop me? You and what army?"

"I don't need no army, papa. I'm not like you scrapas. I can stand toe to toe. Trinity's aint scared to go one on one. We send you south side bitches running on the east coast."

"Never heard of you so that doesn't mean shit. If they aint on the west coast they must not be all that. I know we got carnales on the east so even if we're losing we were able to set up shop. I'd like to see a bunch of you try and set up here. See how well that wirks for you. Ive seen some Spanish Lords south of LS who also threw a Trece under their corona. Out here we own them. We'd own you too. Or wipe you off the map,"

"Supongo que tendré que detenerme por Liberty y Alderney algún tiempo y empezar a pisotear Trinity's,"

(I guess I'll have to stop by Liberty and Alderney some time and start curb stomping Trinity's)

"No llegarás tan lejos. Im que va a romper ambas piernas y se cerciora de usted no puede conducir o yo va a encajar su cuello,"

(You won't get that far. Im either gonna break both your legs and make sure you can't drive or I'm going to snap your neck. )

Neto raised his fist as did the man. "So who do I make your name out to on your grave?" The man cracked his neck. "Marco. But if anyone dies, it'll be you. You want to get to Ana you gotta get through me. You been asking too many questions we know who you are."

The man had a few inches on Neto standing at six feet. Neto threw a punch and the black Dominican easily side stepped it and countered with a punch to the side of his face. Neto came back with another blow but the man caught his arm and flung him to the ground with a kick in the got up huffing and Marco smirked. Neto swung again but he ducked it. He jabbed him in the stomach and Neto doubled over. "That all you got? I thought you were the saint of death? Santa Murte...it doesnt work on Dominicanos."

"Death is universal, mayate. It comes for everybody except death himself. Death is like energy. No birth no death,"

"You talk too much. But you served in a third world military. I was a Marine. Thing about Marines, loco? Once a Marine always a Marine," Neto lunged at him again and Marco tripped him and kicked him in the face. Neto got to his feet. He charged like an angry bull at the Dominican but the man evaded each punch and when he tried to kick him Marco blocked it with his knee. Neto threw a right and he caught it and then a left and he caught it. Marco drove his knee into his gut but Neto took the only shot he had. He head butted him in the face finally landing the first blow at him. He saw blood pour from the Dominican's nose and lip. Neto already had a cut on his lip and he'd bitten his tongue. His jaw was sore.

He closed his eyes a moment and remebered what he'd learned in the Zapatistas, one of his teachers had been ex military as well. Marco had the upper hand and Neto was charging in angry because of it and it wasn't helping. It was time to remember the art of Wíinkilil. His parents had taught it to him too, mostly his father but he hadn't practiced it since he was sixteen and he hadn't again for years until he relearned in his adult life.

He had been angered and that was not good. This guy was a Marine so it was unlikely he would be able to anger him. "You sure you're a Dominican? And not a Haitian?"

"I'm a citizen of this country, asshole. More than I can say for you," Neto sneered. "Yeah. You had to be. Cause four years ago the D.R. kicked all you cucolos out. If you're not in the D.R. you must be a Haitian," Marco's expression changed but he said, "You don't know what you're talking about. Shut up and fight," Neto made a tsk tsk sound. "You cat eating puto. You're not fooling anybody. Not me not real Dominicans. It's funny when mayates expect mestizo Dominicans to say they're black meanwhile there's a ton of you on the Dominican side too."

"That's rich coming from a chundi," Said Marco brushing his nose with his hand. "Maybe, but I know Haitians and Dominicans hate each other. How do I know you're Dominican?"

"For starters I speak Espanol,"

"So do a lot of Haitian illegals. You call me illegal to the US and it's true. My country borders it," He leaned in a little and said in a condescending whisper, "Guess what country borders the Dominican Republic?" Marco said, "Are we gonna fight or are you gonna keep bumping your gums, b?"

"Fun fact. Before St Dominic was your country's name the whole island was called Haiti. I mean there are still Arawaks over there but you got Africanos in Haiti. Language aint shit. A Haitian wants to sneak over he'll learn Spanish. Try and get with Dominican hynas so the kids might have 'good hair' I know how you think. Admit it. You're a Dominican 'citizen' maybe but you're no real Dominican

"Better than your sur rata putas. I wouldn't fuck one of those trashy chola hoochies with your dick. All their fake eyebrows and mascara," Neto chuckled. "Oh I'd fuck Dominicans. I just wouldn't marry one. They got some fine bonitas there. But they're just practice girls."

Marco threw a punch this time and Neto blocked it catching his wrist and he flipped him to the ground the same as he did. He gave him a kick in the side of the face and was going to ax kick Marco's arm to break it but Marco used his other hand to punch it and break free. "You're just trying to piss me off so I lose focus. Fuckin scrap."

"No. I'm not pissing you off. I'm telling you facts, perro and you're choosing to get mad at them. It's not my fault you're a fake Dominican. It aint my fault you got deported either. Then again, maybe you're just a Dominican mechanic. Maybe thats why. Dirty occupation all day will have people thinking you're Haitian," He threw another punch and Neto caught his left wrist. He tried to throw a right but Neto grabbed his other wrist and he flipped him to the ground following with a kick to the chest. He winded Marco and this bought him some time.

Neto threw a hard right into his already bleeding nose. He hit him again and busted his lip. He hit him with a left in the jaw and then another right in the mouth. He followed up with a blow to the gut winding him longer and he got up and stood up and body slammed him. He threw two more blows before Marco's foot shot out kicking him in the face. Neto fell off him and Marco followed up with another kick. He stood up and kicked Neto in the side. "There's black Dominicans you ignorant scrapa...we're a better country because we're diverse. Mexico aint exactly a rich country either."

Neto stood up grinning trying to ignore the pain in his side. "Yeah but you aint the majority. Otherwise you'd need as much charity as Haiti. And last I checked Mexico lived longer than Haitians."

Marco stood there with his dukes up. Neto faked like he was going to come at him and Marco raised his hand in defense and Neto kicked him in the stomach. Marco punched him in the face but as he grabbed Neto's arm and punched him again and Neto dropped to one knee, Neto spun with a kick knocking his legs out from under him and before he hit the ground Neto was already dropping an elbow to his face. They both were bleeding but it was starting to rain and it washed the blood from them even as more blood came.

"Adecuado. De Puerto Príncipe a Nueva Arcadia. Dos ciudades de desastre. Si hay un Dios, debe odiar a tipos como tú."

(How fitting. From Port Au Prince to New Arcadia. Two disaster cities. If there's a God he must really hate guys like you. )

Marco charged at him but this time he swung a machete he pulled from his pants. Neto barely dodged and Neto remembered he had his in the car. "You got me wrong. I'm not Marabunta..."

"Marabunta is full of pussies. Only gang more cowardly than Aztecas and Vagos. Don't tell me you don't got one. I heard you took it off a dead Mara Cuca or maybe it was cartel. Come on, motherfucker let's see who's the best. México versus República Dominicana. Al igual que el fútbol, no?"

(Mexico versus Dominican Republic. Just like football, no?)

Neto got the machete from his car. "Orale. Let's dance," They swung their blades at the same time and they crashed into each other. Marco lunged at him and Neto blocked it and tried to sweep around it but Marco knocked him back ramming into him with a right shoulder. He went to swing the blade across his chest and Neto barely managed to block it. Still, the force of it sent him falling against the car.

Marco swung the blade down at him. He ducked under it and rolled to the side. He tried to come at Marco from the side but Marco blocked it. "What do you Trinity putos got against us anyway? I've never even heard of you maricones!"

"You scrapas always start shit."

"What did we do? Did we fuck one of your Dominican putas? Beat your ass?" Marco snorted. "You wish. The Aztecas in Liberty are a joke. Almost as much of a joke as they are in Blaine County. You let some redneck kill Ortega. That's weak shit. Out east it's Marabunta..."

"You do know we've fought those cabones longer than you right?" Marco shrugged. "Doesn't matter. You're all scrapas tat suck Onda dick in the pen. Puro mierda..."

Neto saw the darkness in his eyes. "They killed somebody close to you, didn't they. Homies? A girl?" Marco swung again and Neto deflected it and their blades clinked against each other. Neto recognized the anger and a hint of loss in his eyes. "Tu familia..." Marco swung again and Neto dodged but he did cut him a bit across the back. Neto spun around to face him. "That's what you cowards do. Trinity's don't hurt innocents the way you scrapas do."

"'Scrapa scrapa...you're a broken record. If I wanted to hear that I'd go up north and listen to some Rifa puto call me that while his farmer ass corn holed a pig," Neto then said with an evil sneer, "As for your family? Those Mareros were doing el mundo a favor. Kept them from making more levas like you. I hope they went slow,"

Marco roared swinging at him but Neto took the blade and blocked yet again. The rain was coming down heavier now and both were soaked in their own blood plus the rain. Neto and Marco both slipped. Marco took the chance and pounced on him trying to bring the machete to his throat. Neto was panicked for a moment so he did the only thing he could as he didn't have a free hand. It was a long shot but it would have to do.

He spat blood in the black Dominican's face including his eyes. This temporarily blinded him long enough for Neto to head butt him and he saw his nose bleed further and wondered if he broke it and he kicked him off and Neto went to bring the blade down on his skull but the Dominican barely raised the blade to block it. The blades connected again.

Neto slashed at his leg and he did cut a strip of flesh from his left shin but the Dominican was determined to keep coming at him. He hit Neto in the face with the blade handle and was going to try and bring the blade to his skull. Neto blocked it and he followed with an uppercut knocking the man back. Neto could have finished him then and there but he wanted him to get back up. Marco did and they once again had their blades crashing against each other like ghetto swords. Neto hated to admit it but all though he had gotten the upper hand fist to fist, Marco was the better man with the blade. An ex military Marabunta member probaly could have matched him but Neto was just like any other barrio soldier. A Marabunta member used their blade as a primary weapon while Neto, though some had thougt due to brutality he could be Marabunta, only used machetes as a secondary weapon and that was if his Rifle or Handgun was disposed of.

It wasn't that he didn't like machetes. He did. In fact he saw what the Salvadorans saw in its appeal but at the same time he was only a beginner. It was for that reason that Marco was able to knock the blade from his hands. He pulled the pin on a grenade and held onto it just as Marco had the blade at his throat. "Go ahead, cut me, puto. You think you can get away in time? Cause you're fast but not even you're that fast. If i die, you die."

"I'm prepared for that," Marco stated. "But I know you. You aint just a gangbanger or a cartel bitch. You're a domestic terrorist. I've seen the shit you did down in Jalisco. You're a monster. If I die taking you out, so what? People have died for far less noble causes."

"Spoken like a true sheep. 'There's not to question why there's but to do or die' right, puto? You ever stop to consider that the people you work for are full of shit?"

"Have you?" Mirrored the Dominican. "I have...and that's why you rankers aint gona be able to protect Martin Madrazo much longer even if he is on your payroll."

"You know too much for your own good. Too much to stay alive..."

Just thhen a voice called out, "Drop the weapon! You're both under arrest!" They turned to see two National Guardsmen with their Rifles drawn on both of them. The first was a Caucasian male with a blonde buzz cut and cold blue eyes. The second was a man of Pakistani American descent. "Do you know who this man is? I can't let him go."

"We decide who gets let go and who doesn't. Both of you drop your weapons."

"I've got a live grenade, bro. Make him drop the blade first. If I let go we all are fucked,"

"Drop the blade," The second reservist told Marco. Marco did as he was told and stepped away with both hands on his head and he got on his knees. "Don't shoot. I'm a veteran. I'm not resisting. I'm cooperating..."

Neto told the two soldiers, "I can't let you take me in," He threw the grenade and they yelled, "DOWN!" The explosion went off but they were both outside the blast radius. He ran past a shotgun house and he dove into an open passenger door of a dark blue Manana Primo was driving. "Step on it!" The Ondero floored it and the first National Guardsman went forward to fire at it. They kept their heads down as they did. The two men's squad was just up the street from them. They were likely to alert them and have them on their asses. "Get rid of the ranfla, bro. It's way too hot."

He then had an idea. "Hey listen, get rid of the car and then get yourself a cab back to Lincoln but I got an idea, ese. Can you name me a big time hustler from the 3rd that works for the Romans and Joe that would be missed if they were taken out or arrested?" The Azteca OG thought a moment. "That'd be that fool, Fave. He pulls in a lot of feria for those two. Young vato too. Only like nineteen or some shit."

"He's got his whole life ahead of him. All the more reason to ruin it,. I gotta get the heat off me," He was soon dropped off in the 3rd ward after Primo showed him what he looked like. They'd stopped at a clothing store and paid a black female junkie to buy the clothes. Neto put on a pair of skinny jeans, a swag fag snapback hat and a hoodie to cover his head. "I look gay as hell."

"True but you look the part. Just be quick about switching back to your regular clothes, entiendes?"

Neto went a few blocks down with a Handgun and he spotted a few soldiers cruising by. He did his best to imitate an African American voice as he put a bandanna around his face. "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, BITCH! THIS CHOPPA CITY!" He struck one of the soldiers in the chest and once in the arm. He hit the next soldier with five rounds mostly hitting the armor. He made his aim seem like it was worse than it was to seem like the average New Arcadian street soldier. Still two went through a female soldier's right forearm. He was already running before anybody could react. He got to the heart of the hood running to the house where the drug dealer was. He found him. He was wearing a black hoodie that was somewhat too big for him and for Neto.

Neto was glad he was alone. "What you want?" Neto said, "Your clothes," Neto then punched him as hard as he could with his good arm. Thankfully it was enough. He dragged the dealer into his own room and switched clothes with him. After wiping his own prints from it and putting the 3rd ward dealers all over it, he dropped it next to him to keep it realistic. He then and slammed the dealer's head into it. He busted his head open and Neto checked his pulse. It looked like he had run head first into a wall and knocked himself out in a panic. Sure, somebody could find out the truth if they wanted to but the average soldier probably wouldn't care to and all that mattered was a gangster had taken shots at men in uniform.

He went into the man's room and left him out in the hallway as the soldiers came through from both sides. "I got him! Dumb ass knocked himself out!" Cried out a soldier. Neto stayed ducked down in the room. He got out of the window peeking out to look to see if he was clear to hop out. He kicked out the screen and put it inside. Then hopped out. Neto started to get out of the area. The people had been gathered out as the soldiers had rode through shhaking people down but he knew how to stay out of sight. He had set up a charge near the side of a parked red Cavalcade and luckily nobody was near it. He detonated it and the explosion caused everybody to freak out and panic and run. There were some soldiers nearby too and he was afraid even in different clothes they wouldn't notice him.

He just got a text message from Primo. It said to meet him off Cujo Avenue in the 3rd and he'd pick him up. He snuck his way over that direction feigning as if e was running in fear from the bomb he set off. Nobody was supposed to leave the area but who could really control the fear of people who had been near a bomb? Plus if he got to the street before any cop or soldier stopped him he would be good to go. The other day he'd been out past curfew and had hid under a car.

He got to the street and a cab pulled up. Primo was in it. "Take us to Metra, Lincoln Parish," Ordered Primo. As they drove away they saw tons of New Arcadia PD cruisers headed towards the ward. The cabbie was a Creole who thankfully did not speak Spanish so Neto looked to Primo stating, "Los romanos mierrán ladrillos cuando vean lo que empecé en su barrio,"

(The romans will shit bricks when they see what I just set off in their neighborhood, man)

Primo raised an eyebrow. "¿Que pasó?" (What happened?)

"Acabo de sacar uno de sus principales asalariados del estante. Incluso si son lo suficientemente inteligentes como para averiguar lo que pasó, no pueden probarlo. No con esta presencia militar. Por lo tanto, incluso si no está muerto, su vida ha terminado. Está considerando dos cargos de intento de asesinato. Tal vez traición dependiendo de cómo la corte lo hace. En su mejor escenario, va a la prisión estatal. Además, hace que los romanos se vean mal. Antipatriótico. Incluso si no lo son, sólo se necesita un pedazo de pan podrido para estropear todo el pan," Neto said with a chuckle.

(I just took one of their top earners off the shelf. Even if they're smart enough to figure out what happened, they can't prove it. Not with this military even if he isn't dead, his life is over. He's looking at two counts of attempted murder. Maybe treason depending on how the court does him. In his best case scenario, he's going to the state it makes the Romans look bad. Unpatriotic. Even if they aren't it only takes one rotten piece of bread to spoil the whole loaf.)

Primo was impressed. "Así que mientras esa perra Stokes está tratando de que todos nos deporten, su gente aterriza en el radar de seguridad nacional,"

(So while that bitch Stokes is trying to get us all deported, her people land on homeland security's radar.)

It was true that in the last several days following so much gang violence, five members of the Aztecas had been deported to Mexico and Honduras and four Marabunta members had also been deported to Mexico and to El Salvador. In addition to quite a few arrests. It was only right that the wards feel some of the heat. After all, Neto had to admit splaying out Lil Christ as he had, was a bad judgement call. It had backfired and only hurt their side. So this would make up for it. Even if only one or two ward goons ended up at Gitmo sucking off guards it was more than enough.

Paul

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The two women had explained why it was they were here. "You'd think you two would want to get back at the guys who dis Ivan wrong. I mean I saved his life but damn you two are his room mates."

"We did plan on it. We just hadn't...you know...planned just yet. We didn't have anything specific in mind. Just go in and spray as many of them up as possible."

"Damn, that's why men in the game are stupid, dog. You always want to just buck on any nigga from the other side without thinking about it. That's why ya'll see the women as ho's but we're the ones that take time to plan a hit so that it's done right."

"First off, I never saw women as ho's. I mean unless they were one but there are men who are too. Second, I was a Red Warrior. Now that may not mean shit out here but we got the middle and eastern provinces in Canada scared of us and yeah there's Families and Ballas there too but they know we're not pushovers. Besides, if you got such a plan why aren't you out there taking care of business yourself?"

Leela looked at Sugar. "Damn, this one got an attitude..." Mai spoke up saying, "Look, your 'plan' is to get the two of us involved in a mob war between two Russian crime families. If that's all you've got on the drawing board, that's not good enough. I mean, thank you for saving his life or at least getting him yo a hospital believe me I was freaked out when I thought he might die. But if that's all you got on the drawing board is just that we're going to hit them back, that's not exactly good enough."

"We didn't say it was just that..." Protested Leela. "Nah, girl let me handle this," Stated Sugar. "Listen...Ivan died for about a minute on the operating table. And I can't be sure but when I was holding him in my arms I could have sworn his heart had stopped beating just before help got there. If he wasn't wearing a vest,...I hate to think what would have happened."

"Look, i hear you...all right listen...we're a man short but I'm in. I don't know about Mai if she's coming but I'm doing this for Ivan."

Mai said, "I'll come along it's just you know when you two had guns drawn on you, we have had Ballers try and kill us before I don't know if they were from the same neighborhood as you or not and Paul might have some experience with rez gangs and Canadian gangs in the city but I'm not used to that. So even if it wasn't guys from your neighborhood, people tend to be suspiscious of an entire gang when they're wronged by one regardless of whether it was just one hood."

They went downstairs getting into Sugar's car or at least the car Sugar was driving which was a dark red Oracle. "I mean I hear ya," Stated Leela, "But don't ya'll hang out with Lamar Davis? I mean niggas in the hood don't got good aim and they could have been clapping at that fool so even if ya'll aint did nothing, if he was with you maybe it just seemed like you were getting shot at but they were aiming for him? Cause you aint did nothing maybe when you first got here but I promise you that fool has pissed off enough people to invite a thousand bullets his way."

"Yeah, I might think it was just an accident if it was one or two times but it wasn't," Paul said. Mai told them, "I worked with a Baller named Mark. Or ex Baller I'm honestly not sure since his set doesn't exist anymore and he's mostly just doing jobs for Ballas and even Lamar. That's just it, I mean I know purple and green hates each other but I swear iI've seen some of you working together since I've been here."

"Yeah, it be like that sometimes," Leela stated. "People will still value the all mighty dollar over neighborhood pride or even past beefs. It's not even really accurate anymore to say Ballas and Families are enemies more like certain Baller hoods and certain Family hoods are enemies. With us, we got beef with Carson and definitely Davis Neighborhood niggas. We don't care one wy or another about CGF but I swear those bitches don't seem to know what a truce is. I mean Stretch sees the bigger picture but Lamar's a knucklehead."

"So wait, Ivan really died for a few seconds?" Asked Paul. "That's fucked up," Sugar said, "I know. I was kind of...scared myself about it. I mean people get shot in Davis all the time but it'd been a while since I was near somebody that did. And then our big homie Leondre got shot in the ear the other day by some Aztecas and that was close too..."

Paul remained silent about that as he realized they didn't seem to know that was him. "So he has only one ear?"

"Nah it got reattached but it really cleaned out his ends on medical bills you know? It aint like in movies. They never show how much you gotta pay."

Leela nodded. "Yeah in Vinewood if you make it to a doctor or a vet you somehow good but you assed out on dead presidents when you gotta pay outta pocket., I had a homeboy once that got shot and he lived and they tried to get him to pay like 60,000 for treatment."

"He didn't have insurance, did he?" Asked Mai. "He had insurance they covered most of it but he still had to pay 20 g's still. The system's fucked up. Either of ya'll been shot?"

"I have in war," Mai said. "Me too," Said Paul."Back home but it was nothing major. Never had to get serious hospitalization for it. Rez doctors dug it out of me."

"You know I never seen a rez boy with green eyes," Said Sugar. "Fuck's that supposed to mean?" He asked. "Just chill she just saying you got pretty eyes, damn!" Leela said. Paul looked out the window and put his sunglasses on.

"Anyway, on the real I gotta ask, did you guys ever do any jobs for the crime family he's with?" Mai shook her head., "I can't say that I have. But you know he is trying to find somebody. And as far as his affiliation to the Bravta, that's just probably in case he ever gets sent to prison hell have some protection on the inside."

"I'm not sure if the Bravta's deep enough out here," Paul said. "They are for sure in Liberty City. In the prisons back east you can't cough without running into one of those heartless motherfuckers but here is a very different environment. You're more likely to find bikers out here than mob families."

"Yes and no," Said Sugar. "We've had them coming in and out of here since the wall came down but it's been a little here and there over the years. They had hella AK's to sell for cheap and I'm just saying it's not like Ammu Nation was trying to deal with us since we had records."

They pulled up and got out. A dark skinned black male wearing a Boars cap and a black t shirt greeted them. He was tatted on both arms and on his neck. He stood five ten. On his right arm he had the number 400 tatted on him under that the word Grove St. He had tattoos identifying him as a Vago Killer a Family Killer and an Azteca Killer. On his left arm was tattoos of a black Jesus cloaked in royal purple standing above graves with names on it that were obviously the names of deceased friends. Names of dead Covenant Avenue members such as Lil Tasha, Mel, Heavy, and Big Red. On his upper arm was a tattoo of Jesus being crucified a crown of thorns matting blood to his kinky hair. Also was a black Mary weeping at her dead son and on the cross next to him, was the two murders except the one who didn't repent was supposed to be a member of the Families while the one who did repent was a Baller.

If they weren't in a serious situation, Paul would have laughed. Even so, whoever did the ink on him put some of the artists back home to shame but then a lot of the guys back home learned to be tattoo artists in jail and nowhere else where as in LS a hungry tattoo artist could make serious cash out here. With him was a man darker than him. Tyson wore a purple t shirt and white khakis. He had a mustache and goatee and some of his facial hair went down to his jaw line. Leela kissed him and he put his arms around here. "How you doing baby? Who's these two?"

"Those are Ivan's room mates. That's Mai and Paul. Mai, Paul, this is Tyson. And that knucklehead nigga right there's my little brother Slim jim.

"Aint ya'll affiliated with CGF?" Asked Tyson. "We're guns for hire. We work for whoever pays."

"So in other words ya ass is untrustworthy," Growled Slim Jim.

"No, it means that you can trust we don't give a shit about you or the Families. If you're not in our inner circle the only difference between a friend and a foe is whoever pays."

"Aight, I respect the honesty," Stated Tyson. "Aint every day you hear a motherfucker upfront about theirs and uh..." He kissed Mai's hand, "Pretty either," Leela back handed him. "Excuse you, Negro you forget who's man you are?" He chuckled, "Chill baby girl, i was just being polite, it's a gentlemen's custom," Leela rolled her eyes. "Mmmm hmmm. And I'm sure you practice kissing men on the cheek too cause that's what GENTLEMEN do in the middle east and Europe."

"Nah but this America, baby. It's different," This time Sugar rolled her eyes. "Girl you lucky you this nigga's boo cause any other ho lift a had to a OG gets a beat down. And you lucky he aint from Covenant too. You pulled that with Leondre..." Stated K Low.

"Shut up, boy or i'll smack you too," Shot Leela. "Wait I thought Leondre was your leader?" The Ballas looked at her then each other and chuckle. "Nah, Leondre's OCB royalty. Me, I'm from South Side Ballas. We chill over in Strawberry and Rancho but we be in Davis too. Oh by the way, this is Tamara, and that's Vicki."

Tamara was a shade or two darker than Paul but just barely. She wore a dark red blouse and apple bottom jeans plus a black bandnna tied around her head. Vicki wore a black shirt and a purple bandanna around her neck. Vicki was lighter skinned than Paul but very pretty. She had smokey eyed makeup and black lipstick and straight black hair. "So you guys all know Ivan?" Asked Mai.

"Nah, I aint met him personally but he's helped Leondre out and as far as I'm concerned that's as good as helping me."

"I guess..."Paul said. A pickupo truck arrived and a large Russian male was in the back of it. In addition to this, two men got out of the front.

Leela saw them and said, "Oh and this is Vasily, Andrei and...Mr. Markovic?"

The older Russian mob boss indeed had come along too. This was rare and probably not a good idea but it was a show of loyalty. From what Mai understood, the dad was okay while the son was a douche bag. "You are friends of Ivan, yes?" Mai shook his hand. "yes, it's nice to meet you."

"

They were in front of a dance club. All of the Ballas put ski masks on as did Paul and Mai and the Russian mobsters. Markovic had an AK-47, Andrei carried a Spas 12, and Vasily carried an AN-94. Mai had an M4 with a scope on it and a Sig. Paul took his C3 plus two USP's. Sugar carried an AK-74, Leela had an MP5, Tyson had an M231 Rifle, K Low had a Mosseberg 500, Vicki had a G36, and Tamara had two Uzis.

"What is this place?" Asked Tyson addressing Markovic. "This is Club Temptation."

Mai nodded. "It's a Russian spot. I've danced there a few times," Paul raised his eyebrows. "I didnt take you for at tecno girl,"

'

"There's a lot about me you don't know," She said. "Guess you learn something new every day."

"Damn, yeah I used to pass by this motherfucker a few times. That bitch looks lit as fuck up in there. They got some bad bitches going in and out of there."

"Hey, I'll listen to tecno too long as i can move my ass to it," Said Vicki. "Word? We might just have to go up in there some time," Stated K Low. "No offense but I didn't take it for a Bravta hangout," Mai stated addressing the crime boss. "Just cause of the customers I thought it would be presumptuous to assume it,"

"It's not..." Stated the Russian mob leader. "Yet. I've been trying to reason with the owner on a price in which he would sell me the place. We've talked about a quiet partnership too. It has been a hard bargain. Maybe it's just because he doesn't want Grisha in the club doing rails with club girls. I cant say I blame the man,"

"Who the fuck is Grisha?" Asked K Low in a whisper. "It's his son, rudeness! Shush!" Said Leela. "I don't see you tolerating your son doing that in a place of business," Paul said.

"I wouldn't. My son is a moron. I had to set him straight this morning about a disagreement. The point is he does things I tell him not to and it's going to get him killed. Then I will be without a legacy. But no I don't believe in shitting where you eat. A lesson my son has yet to learn. That and respecting his brothers in arms."

The old man had eyes on the building. "This is ideal real estate for our operations. Of course safety for the patrons matters. But this has everything you could want in a night club. 18,000-sq feet, dj's, bottle service, an intimate lounge even star gazing,"

"Star gazing? In L.S.?" Asked Tyson. "I don't know about all that, bro. The last time the stars came out I shit you not the dumb asses in this town were so shocked to be able to see the sky through all that smog they called 911."

"You can see the stars outside the city limits as you go to the desert towards Venturas," Stated Andrei. "I can honestly see why you want the club," Stated Leela.

"Yes, but it seems Kenny Petrovich drives a harder bargain than me. Or at least that is what he thinks," Leela questioned, "Hold up I thought we were here cause these bitches shot Boogey Man?"

"We are but that doesn't mean we can't use the opportunity to fuck the enemy over twice," Replied Vasily. "Enough talk. We move now," Said the mob boss. They went forward and they saw two Russian bouncers outside both large in size. Paul fired a round each from his silenced pistol knee capping both men. They made their way past them and the men cursed. It was starting to get dark which was about the time of day when the dance clubs got more packed.

As they walked past, K Low aimed his .357 Desert Eagle at each of the two downed men. "This is for every bouncer that told me I can't get in the motherfucking door, nigga," He fired a shhot hitting the first with a head shot blowing the man's skull and gray matter all over the entrance and he turned on the other who was reaching for his backup piece as he'd had his kicked away by Paul.

"And this for every bouncer that threw me out," He shot the second in the chest. They made their way inside and loud electro music was blasting. Mai saw three armed bodyguards coming towards them with pistols. They called to one of their comrades in Russian. "My pod atakoy!"

Paul fired hitting the man that called for help. He nailed him with six rounds in the chest. Sugar let a burst of rounds off gritting her teeth and she mowed down two Russians the first she hit in the right shoulder and as he fell over, she let him have four more in the back tearing into his left shoulder blade. "That's for Ivan, motherfuckers!" She yelled. The second, she hit in the stomach and chest and as the man fell over bleeding, she fired a kill shot to his head.

The first was wounded and tried to return fire but Leela put an end to him with a burst of slugs to the face. Mai picked off two men who were reinforcements aiming at the man's solar plexus as she fired she hit him in the chest. "Stay down, asshole!" She yelled as he fell over. She did not spend shot after shot the way both Ballas and Russians were carelessly throwing them away. She aimed for the second firing at his left knee cap and she watched the burst of red both in spraying geyster of blood as the rounds tore through the ligament as well as the explosure of open bone and muscle as two more rounds went through.

Five more Petrovich men came out firing Assault Rifles and this time all the patrons were fleeing. They already had started to when the shooting first started but this only made them flee faster some not even waiting for it to be clear.

Tyson fired up striking a Russian male with red hair and a beard who stood five ten, in the throat. Tyson was like Mai in that he had his on semi auto and was trying to be careful how many rounds he fired. Tamara fired both Uzi's tearing into one of the Russian mobsters, a Caucasian male in a gray blazer and black slacks with spiky blonde hair in the chest.

As seven rounds ripped into the man's chest cavity the man fell down and as he hit the floor in a pool of his own blood he was trampled by a few fleeing clubbers. Mai took several shots in the back and she turned to see a Russian male firing at her with two handguns. Her rifle fell from her arms but she hit the ground as the mobster let loose round after round at the Vietnamese American.

She rolled on her back firing her P226 and she struck the man with five rounds in the gut, two went into his lower intestine, one went straight to his liver, one went to his gall bladder and one hit him in the center of where his belt would be. He fell over, his charcoal colored blazer soaked in blood.

Vicki let sixteen rounds off striking a Russian mobster in the forehead with the first three and the next nine struck a taller Russian in the chest. The last few rounds struck a bottle. K Low, who had ducked behind the stairwell as mobsters fired at him, discharged his 12 from cover and observed, "So much for motherfuckin bottle service!"

Leela called to Sugar, "LEFT!" Sugar saw a Russian gunning for her and she let him have it with the rest of her magazine. Two rounds struck Leela from behind in her right shoulder. "Fuck!" Tyson rushed to her aid. "Hang on, baby girl I got you!"

Andrei emptied his weapon into four Russian mob enemies and there was a fifth one whom he slammed against a wall just as he ran out of ammo for his shotgun. The Russian groaned in pain as Andrei slammed his head into the wall. "Ty slishkom tolstaya, chtoby byt' odnim iz nas."

(You're too fat to be one of us)

"Yes, I love to eat. You look like one of the three elves that mascot for a snack I like. I just can't tell which one. Was it crackle...pop or..." He broke his neck. He watched as the Bravta member fell to the ground dead and said with a smirk, "Yes, that was the one."

Vicki was pinned down by three mobsters and one round grazed her left leg. K Low had to reload behind the stairwell. "Man, why the fuck aint Stone here?! L I get but what the hell!" Markovich let off a twenty round burst as three rival goons came in the door. Vasily yelled, "Sukiny deti rasstrelyali moyego luchshego druga! Vy dolzhny rasstrelyali menya tozhe, pridurki!"

(You sons of bitches shot my best friend! You should have shot me too, assholes!)

Vasily was hit six times from a Russian with an AK but it hit him in the vest. Vasily got to cover near K Low. "Vy mozhete iznasilovat' drug druga v ad!"

(You can sodomize each other in hell!)

Vasily came out firing and hit him in the right ankle and the man fell over and Vasily yelled, "Cocksucker! Yesh'te svinets der'mo!"

(Eat lead shit!)

As the Russian goon fell and took more rounds in the chest stomach and throat, K Low asked, "Hey what he say?" Vasily told him, "He was talking about me, not you," K Low shot back, "I figured that, homie but I wanna see how fools talk shit in other languages. It could come in handy later!"

Paul reloaded and he saw at least four Russians taking cover behind a table. He fired striking one of them in the chest and as the man fell over two rounds hit the Russian mobster, a chubby light brown haired Russian of Jewish descent took the last two in the right eye. "WHO SHOT BABA YAGA YOU PRICKS?!"

"Somebody shoot that Siberian motherfucker!" Yelled one of the Petrovich goons. Paul took six in the chest and as he fell four more hit him. Sugar took out one of the ones who hit him and Tyson got the rest of them. Three rounds hit Tamara in the chest from a Russian goon firing a pistol and she let him have it with both Uzi's. Another Russian fired on her however and struck her in the right forearm. Paul emptied his magazine into three Russians killing two and wounding the third. He approached the third sticking his USP in his face and demanded, "The man who shot Baba Yaga. Where is he? Who is he?"

"I don't know what you're talking about! Shit...!" Paul hit him with the butt of his Rifle. "You sure about that?" The man coughed up blood. "It doesn't matter! He's dead...! Get over it..."

"Wrong, asshole. He's not and trust me whoever did it, you'll prefer it if we find him than if Ivan does."

The man groaned. Markovic approached. "So he will not tell you who did it? Give him to me. I will find out,"

The old man dug his nails into the gunshot wounds. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Screamed the Russian mob goon. "If you want to help me, the club owner is in his office. He thinks I am small time and that I won't kill him if he doesn't give me this club. He claimed he could spot my ,men a mile away and that he would shoot anybody who tried to come after him and that between this and his protection from Kenny, he wasn't afraid of me. I need you two to convince him otherwise."

He began to interrogate the Russian goon in their language while Paul and Mai went into the room where the manager was. Andrei and Vasily had beaten him to a bloody pulp and tied him to a chair. "You two work fast," Mai said with a chuckle. "Yes, well this idiot doesn't seem to get the point," Vasily said before smashing the club owner's own baseball bat over his left knee. The man screamed and cursed in Russian. The man screamed and Vasily said, "If you don't do what Mr. Markovich asks, it's going to get worse. My big friend here can do more damage than me."

"FUCK YOU BOTH!" Screamed the bloodied club owner. "Kenny Petrovich will shove scud missiles up your ass! By the time he's done with you, your pathetic excuse for a family will be wiped off the map! It will be like you never existed!"

Vasily smirked. "Fair enough. Andrei?" He held the man's other good leg and Andrei changed his stance. "Remember, my friend. Put all your weight into it," Andrei stomped on his other knee with all his might and put as much weight into it as possible. The sound was even more sickening. "ARGGHHHHHHHHHH! YOU SON OF A WHORE MOTHER! FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Vasily punched him in the face knocking the chair over and then Paul and Mai pulled the chair up. "You two want to take a break? Make sure the cops aren't on our asses? This place is going to be crawling with red and blue lights in a minute."

"Sure, if you think you can be more persuasive," Stated Vasily. Andrei added as the two ex KGB agents left, "We should have a small window to get out of here since this place is owned by Petrovic...or was...so he has paid the officers off to keep them at a distance."

Paul grabbed the mobster's head after they had untied his arms. They still left the legs tied up. He slammed his face on the desk. "Where's the guy that shot Ivan? Baba Yaga?"

The man groaned. "Fuck you...what are you, eighteen? You don't look old enough to vote..." Paul left him and Mai broke the man's left arm. He shreiked like a woman and she punched him hard in the jaw. "We just want a name."

"Yes...and I want you to suck my pisser but I doubt either will happen."

Mai pressed her Rifle to his groin. "You sure? I'll gladly give you a 'blowjob' but you won't like the one you get if you don't tell me."

"His name is Adrian Sokolov...he was brought in from Hove Beach..."

Mai smiled. "Now was that so hard?" She kicked the chair over. The Bravta leader yelled to the club owner, "I am coming by later this week and we will discuss business!"

They got out of the club retreating to the car. Mai, Paul, Sugar and Leela got in the car. The other Ballas and the Bravta members got into their respective vehicles. "You did good, comrades!" Stated the mob boss. "Ivan would be proud."

Paul

He sat on the roof top of the Chamberlain Hills projects. Downstairs everyone was going about their business as usual. He was smoking a blunt. He watched the skyline. "Thought I smelled bud."

He looked to see a woman he didn't recognize. "You want a hit?" He asked. The woman was very pretty visibly of mixed ancestry she was Native American and African American. Most times when a black person claimed Indian blood it was the same as a white man. Most didn't have it and if they did it was less than 1%. She on the other hand looked right down the middle all though maybe slightly stronger Native features just by a percent or so. Her skin was a caramel shade her hair long and black and her eyes were big and brown.

"No, I'm good. I just...what are you doing here?" He told her, "I came up here to get away from all that down there,"

"All that, huh? Yeah I feel you. Where you from?" He put the blunt out. "Hell..."

"Seriously," He told her with a sigh, "Canada. Doesn't matter where," He was being purposefully aloof. "Canada? Don't see too many Canadian boys in South Central," He spoke without looking at her. "Pretty sure I'm the only one. Anyway we're not all pussies up there. And we sure as hell aint all polite friendly northeners."

She asked, "Mind if i sit with you?" He shrugged. "Free country..." He stopped himself and then said, "Free enough world."

She was wearing a pink blouse showing off her stomach. It was a blouse with buttons around the breast that accentuated them He wanted to look and see what shape her navel was but didn't want to get caught staring. It was cute and definitly an innie but he didn't look again. Her legs were tan and pretty and she wore a denim skirt. He was wearing a Pounders jersey and baggy blue jeans. "You come up here a lot?" She asked.

"Nope. First time."

"Hmmm...now don't take this the wrong way but you've got to be friends with some of the guys down there, right?" Paul looked down. "Maybe a few,"

"Hmmm...that's gotta be Lamar Davis. I mean yeah he's kind of crazy but he can be funny and he's at least loyal,"

"Lamar's an idiot," He said. "But he's okay."

Lil King was walking through with a blunt in his left ear down below and he spotted Paul. He nodded up to him and Paul returned te obligatory gesture back. "So you know Lil King too? He reminds me of my little brother."

Paul sighed. She was cute but at the same time he didn't want to get too close to anybody. "What's your name?" He asked. "Ashley. How about you?"

"Iorakote."

"Nuh uh..."

"Yeah."

"I never heard that name before," He nodded. "That's kind of the point."

"How so?" He told her, "It doesn't matter,"

"Why are you beingt so...distant? I'm just trying to be nice..."

"I don't need a friend..."

"Fine...fuck you too then..." She stood up. "I'm sorry..." He told her. "i just miss back home is all."

She softened her gaze. "Why don't you go there? You're only a couple states away," He sighed. "Not that part of Canada."

"Central? Northern?" He replied, "South East. I aint saying what part though."

"Oh...French Canada."

"It's NOT FRENCH. Those assholes just live there."

She said, "I'm sorry..that i said fuck you."

"It's okay...I can be an asshole. I just miss back home."

"What's it like back there? You don't like Los Santos?"

"I do but...it's America."

"Is it really that different in Canada?"

"No but..it's different where I come from," He said.

"Well you won't tell me where you're from so I can't really...get an idea. Can't you describe it?"

"It's the rez. I mean that doesn't narrow it down but it does more than Eastern Canada. Anyway...it's just out here, I gotta deal with people's ignorance. All the time. I mean...nothing's about community out here ya know? It's all about individual needs. That's what this society's based on."

He got a text message from Lil King saying to meet him downstairs. "I gotta go for now. Maybe I'll see you around."

He went downstairs and Lil King slapped hands with him. "What up?" Paul shook his head. "Nothing."

"I saw you talking to Ashley, g she's cute you should ask for her number," Paul rolled his eyes. "What do you want?"

"We gotta talk about something. Let's take a walk," They walked out of the projects and he said, "You heard anything else about that other nigga loyal to Rhino that's got it out for me?"

"No, he didn't say who it was. Just that there was someody else from the Hills looking to kill you for trying to kill Rhino. I don't want to jump toconclusions but I'm not above saying it's Stretch."

"Nah, Stretch wouldn't sell me up river like that,"

"I'm really not so sure about that. Look, it's good to be loyal but not to people that aren't loyal back. To me there's hardly any difference between him and Rhino."

"Look, man, this is what it is. I gotta stay grinding with all them, you feel me? I'm all about my paper and I know niggas always say that but i need my own apartment. I gots to get the fuck away from my sister and my mama. I don't know if I wanna go back to New Arcadia or if I should just get me another spot in LS...but I don't want what I do on the streets coming back on them. I already lost my pops to the streets. And Stretch is the one running the show. I got love for LD he showing respect too but he really needs to run this Forum shit by Stretch or we're all finna be in a lot of trouble."

"You could go back to where you came from. I mean it's an option. Especially if you think your mom and sister will be ok if you do. I mean not only would the Ballas and Vagos not have a reason to go after them, there won't be you to kill in the city. Just go home and start over."

"Nah...New Arcadia may as well be Africa, dog. For as far away as it is. I mean think about it. We can't go back. I cant go back there you can't go back to your reservation or even your country. You don't get to go back, homes. You make a certain choice it';s a wrap. Aint no turning back. Even if we did, what would be there for us? You'd have people trying to lock you up, maybe even kill you for that rez dog shit you used to pull up there at the border and the me I definitely got niggas who would love to clap me. My pops was big time when he was alive and my brother had stripes before he went to Sudan too. I want to be there for my brother but he won't be able to leave the state. And he was a man before I was. So he's gotta be a man and stay outta trouble on his own when he gets his date but I don't know if he can,"

"What do you want to do, King? What'd you call me down here for?" Lil King replied, "Exactly what we're talking about, homie. You say you got my back. Well...I mean shit could be going on I might not even know about and I only really kick it around the Hills and the Drive for the most part. If Rhino had all that bullshit going on with whatever the fuck that was with OCB or whoever..plus them niggas from Carson, I don't know what kind of friends that janky motherfucker has in other hoods. I mean you're the one that found this shit out anyway so it's kind of on you."

"All right, I'll watch your back as best as i can but I'm not exactly friendly with other Family neighborhoods or the Ballas. I'll see if I hear anything on the Azteca side of the spectrum but thats the best I can do and I doubt I'm gonna hear anything about that."

"Yeah, just be careful around them Azteca types I know they don't hate niggas as much as Vagos and Marabunta but I see the way some be mad dogging us too."

"Lil King, I got good news and bad news. The bad news is you're small time. I'm sorry but it's true and so am the Aztecas were to have a full scale war with the Families instead of just a few hoods, granted you might be at risk in crossfire but at the end of the day you're a baby gangster. If Demon or anyone else wanted any of you dead, he'd aim higher. Think Gerald or Stretch. Even Lamar. Or G Note for that matter. She's considered OG too even if she's a woman."

"Yeah I know...man Rhino really fucked up with her, didn't she?"

"Yeah...and don't go telling anybody from the Hills or the Drive about what really happened to him because just remember, you benefited from his death too and same with G Note. And because he is dead, I probably helped you guys avoid a civil war among yourselves."

"Nigga, would you look around? It's South Central. We already got a civil war! Ball sacks might be most likely to get it from a Family hitter or even an Ese but we the most likely to get got by another Family hood."

Paul walked up to him closer for a sec and he leaned in and said, "I meant a civil war within CGF. You're probably gonna have one anyway but I helped you avoid one the rest is up to you guys and it's outta my hands. Just...if you want to trust Stretch, that;s your choice but don't repeat what you and me talk about to him."

Thirty Minutes Later

EMP

Paul already hated this goddamn job but it was time to work again. Agent 14 was waiting for them. Paul wore all black, black khakis, a black t shirt and for the time being a vest over his shirt which he planned on putting under his shirt. Mai was wearing a red and black jacket over a black t shirt and blue jeans. Neto wore a leather jacket and dark gray almost black jeans. Ivan wore a black suit with a white tie from Ponsorby's.

"Okay, well done. Should take this up for a living," Neto chuckled at the sarcasm. "Like I said, nothing complex or dangerous. Exactly the way I want you to approach this next little task. We are going to borrow something off the navy. An EMP. They're not gonna mind."

Mai looked at the white IAA agent. "I seriously doubt that,"

"Thing is, plane is kept on a plane. The plane is kept on a boat. The boat is kept in the ocean. Very simple. Just borrowing something off the government. Like a library. You are going to bring the plane here," He pointed to a spot on the map on the board We're going to upload the EMP, sell the plane to fund the rest of the operation write off g the late fees, easy. We're going to borrow a helicopter from here and we should be good to gto, alright? Great, good, call me."

"How many planes are there gonna be?"

"Wait a minute, I can't fly,"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, dude. Don't act like it's some thing the average joe knows how to do. Even the average hitman can't. Or the average soldier unless they're in the air force!"

"I thought you were professional."

"Why don't you fly the plane?" Asked Paul. "You're the fucking government agent here. What do you contribute to this shit? Oh I get it. You 'arranged' all of this for us to do you give us the information but what do you actually DO? What's one thing you even contribute because as far as I know all you do is sit on your ass telling us what to do while you take none of the risks. Sure, you don't take any of our cut but we're the ones who have to pony up the dough to even set up a job like this. I can honestly say I preferred working for Lester."

"Look, it's no problem. Paul, I'm going to have to ask you to sit this one out. The rest of us know how to fly. Don't worry, we will still have you along for the final job but we do need a man who knows how to fly a plane."

"Wait, where did you learn to fly?" Asked Pul. Neto told him, "I've only done it a few times but I did it for the cartel a few times. It wasn't the kind of planes we'll be taking it was more like cargo planes full of yayo but I think I can figure it out. I mean I didn't drive a Hydra but...I'll figure it out."

"This is such bullshit, man!" Paul grumbled.

Ivan told him, "I'm sorry but this job has to be done. And for the sake of fairness the cut will go to the man who goes with us today. I don't want to exclude you but if we really have to steal these planes there is nothing I can do."

"Bullshit..." Paul growled. "I'm not working with this motherfucker again..." He said looking aat Agent 14. "You're acting like a child," Paul pulled out his pistol. "Really? You wanna disrespect me some more in my own house? Neto, put on some music we're done with this fucker,"

"Real mature...then again they say you don't get your brain fully developed until age 25. Come back in four years when the training wheels come off," Neto got in front of the pistol as he seemed to sense that he was going to shoot.

"Calma, carnal...look, if you need the feria, go see Demon. I want you along on this shit too but if you tried to drive a plane you don't know how to drive you'd end up crashing. You're too young to die. I mean I've seen people younger than you die but that doesn't mean it should happen so yes there is such a thing as too young to die."

"Whatever, man. Fine, I'll sit this one out but I aint gonna sit the entire job out and when we're done, we're done with this guy."

He left the apartment and Ivan called up Vasily. "Hey, listen, I need some help with a job I have right now. One of our guys won't be able to do it because he doesn't know how to fly but you do. Can you get a cab over to my apartment?"

"Sure thing, friend if it pays."

"It'll pay, don't worry."

They waited twenty minutes and Vasily finally showed up driving a dark red Infernus. They got into their respective vehicles with Neto driving in a black Dominator he'd stolen while Mai and Ivan roide together in a gray Casa Mesa. They gave the headset Paul would have used to Vasily. Ivan quickly explained in Russian what it was they had to do. "The EMP is out at sea but get over to El Burro Heights first. There';s a boat there you can use as tender."

As they drove, Mai put the radio to Los Santos Rock Radio and the song I Love Rock & Roll by Joan Jett played. Though it was her genre, Mai hated her and especially that song. She was a pretentious vegan hipster who used to be a slutty smack head.

Ivan turned the radio to Channel X and the song Christie Road by Green Day played. "Enjoy this calm before the storm. There won't be an actual storm according to my weather app but there'll probably be explosions and waves caused by things crashing into the sea. Hopefully not you or the plane we're after. Only the bad guys will crash into the sea. It'll be uplifting but traumatic as well. So yeah. Enjoy the calm."

They soon arrived and got into the boat. Mai started it up and began to drive them out. The Dinghy began to make its way through Terminal. "Take the boat on a south easterly bearing and you'll see the vessel you're boarding. "You know what an EMp is right? An Electro Magnetic pulse. Goes off and fries all the electronics in the 're keeping it in a Hydra jump jet. Forty year old technology. But anything newer would rely on circuitry and get taken out by the pulse."

"Really? Is that what it stands for? And here I was looking for Ecstasy Making Pussy!" Neto said. "Yes, I know an EMP and an insurgent are not standard issue for a raid like this. Based on Rashkovsky's in depth knowledge of the facility and the schematics he provided, we've been abl to draw up a plan with a high probability of success. The human factor discounted. The drawback is the shopping list but you have it in your hands nowg and you're running down the aisles and filling up our cart. Come on."

"Rashkovsky? That traitorous snake isn't dead yet? I'd heard there was a contract on him by every gang in prison."

Ivan told him, "You've got it all wrong now, friend. The proffesor betrayed his new country. So while he may not be loyal to Mother Russia e certainly isn't a patriot of this country either. As a matter of fact, it makes me question the motives of any government agency no matter how secretaive who would even pay for a man like him to escape in the first place."

"Isn't financial incentive reason enough?" Mai asked with a chuckle. "Sure, but I doubt Uncle Sam needed any of his money. That's what hired guns are for."

Vasily shot Ivan a confused look. "When we finish this job, you and me need to have a conversation so that I can understand what te hell is going on."

Finally, they arrived.

2014

French Quarter

The rexovering cholo sat across the table from the two rednecks in the bar. It was noisy enough nobody paid them any mind. Ernesto sat next to Neto. "So you're serious. You'll pay each of us ten large for one guy?"

Ernesto nodded. "It can't be traced back to us, either. Anything goes wrong, we never met."

"And just why should we trust you?"

"You know who I am, right?"

"Yeah...we heard of ya..." Stated the first redneck, a Caucasian with dark graying hair and blue eyes who was overweight wearing a dark blue sweater in his forties possibly fifties stated. "Aint a man worth his salt that don't know about what you done in San Andreas. And what you got going on in New Austin. You run the state. But mistter, you're in Louisiana. Now I just got out of Sudan and with all due respect, neither us or you run New Arcadia. Not they way we'd like to anyway."

"And I know about you. Lawrence Dixon. Fifty four years old. Did twenty years in the state pen for offing a hooker back in 87'. You were thought to be the vato running shit in Vice City but in reality you still get your orders from the dixie boys in Sudan. And you got shit going on kinda sloppy out here. Now maybe you're going to turn a corner and make the Dixie mob big again. I don't know., But you been out seven years. Seems like you could have done that already. Either way, you're already a convict older than me got a long rap sheet and you probably need the money. And you've been known to kill. So I don't think this is above your pay grade."

"Just what did this boy do, anyway?" Asked Lawrence. "That's not your problem," Neto told him. The other redneck, a man witha blondish brown bullet and a beard nd mustache wearing a confederate flag t shirt and ripped blue jeans, in his thirties said, "Do you know who you're talking to? Lawrence is a fuckin legend in this state., And as for me, my uncle is Simon Bishop. Now we'll do your damn job but you best not fuck us over. I prefer my Latinos Cuban. Good cigars, been assimilating here longer, more patriotic good food prettier women. But we'll do what you ask. All the same? He don't look like much," He said looking at the image of their target. Neto started to say, 'We're not..." Ernesto shot him a look. Neto corrected himself. "All right look. He may not look like much but looks can fool.l So wen you see him, no words, don't even let him see you. Just both of you walk up and put one in his head. If you have to, put the whole clip in him."

The younger redneck was Lyle Bishop. "What do you take us for, amatures? We'll be back in less than two hours," Dixon told them.

One Hour Later

A gray rebel pulled up waiting. Lyle sat drinking a pisswasser. "You sure we can trust em?" The older mobster replied, "Them personally? No. But he's a man of his word when it comes to money. It's the other man I'm not so sure about. Younger folks got no respect."

They saw the man leave the Vietnamese resteraunt. He walked in the back parking lot and the two started to head towards them. Lyle carried a 9mm while Lawrence had a .357. They approached the Chinese American male. Lawrence was going to fire but Lyle got in the way and was pointing the pistol at the back of the Asian's head. "Give us your money."

"Why?" Asked the Chinese American BSU member. "You gonna use it to buy yourself a new dress, you little bitch?" Lawrence growled all though frustrated with Lyle for making this a robbery in addition to a shooting. "The wallet, asshole. Give it up!" The man turned facing the barrel of the gun. "Sorry, I left it at your sister's house. Right by the bedside table," The younger redneck pistol whipped him. The Asian staggered back falling his lip bleeding. He forced him to his feet and said through gritted teeth, "I aint asking again, boy!"

He handed over the wallet but just then the back door to the restaraunt opened and Lawrence fired a shot from the .357 in the direction of a pretty Vietnamese woman in her 20's and the shot barely missed her but she screamed in fear retreating back to the restaunt. The Chinese American used this distraction to grab the 9mm from Lyle. The two grappled for control of the pistol and he got the better grip on it but it went off twice hitting the Asian BSU member in the stomach. The man, however, had a Kevlar vest on under his shirt and jacket. He wasted no time with the 9mm he had taken. He fired two shots striking the younger redneck twice in the chest. The man clutched his bleeding chest as the first round him him. The second went through his right hand and thr4ough the chest.

He groaned falling facedown. Lawrence went to fire a shot at the BSU member but before he could get a shot off, the younger man fired a single shot striking the older man between the eyes.

Lee stood up, feeling the trauma from the force but was otherwise okay aside from the lip. His heart raced as he stared at the two men he had just downed. Given what had gone on recently he wondered if this was the Aztecas doing but as he checked the tattoos of the two men he saw they were dixie mob. Dixie mob didn't take orders from Mexican gangsters but then, if this was a simple robbery, why him? It had seemed they had been waiting on him. He would need to ask Mark what his thoughts were. After all, these were dixie guys and this was his home state so if anyone could tell him about the southern organized crime syndicates it would be him. He dialed the Roman brothers cell.

Mai

She was reluctant but it seemed the situation in New Arcadia had gotten out of control. Neto wanted nothing to do with her but Karen had insisted she would need to get him out of there.

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That's it for this chapter. So lets get down to it.

Ray is visually based on Tall Paul

Kat is visually based on Jana Mashonee

Tamara is visualy based on Tracey Cherelle Jones

Tyson is visually based on Mo McRae who played Tyler on Sons Of Anarchy, Deonte on Ray Donovan and Derwin on the shield.

Michelle is visually based on Bianca Lawson from Save The Last Dance.

Fave is visually based on Kofi Siriboe. Like other characters I've mentioned as being connected to the Roman Family he doesn't have to have any deeper significance to him in Zilla's story aside from the fact that he will be arrested for what he did. Or was framed for. Not sure what the exact sentence would be but he's in deep shit.

Zorra is visually based on the rapper Babi Loka

Licha is based on La Silent

El Pavo is based on Conejo

El Camello is visually based on Mr. Yosie

K Low is visually based on YG.

Jeffery Carter is the basis for Lawrence Dixon who is a Dixie mafia member and Simon Bishop is based on the Dixie Mafia leader Peter Mule. Both are Loiusiana state gangsters.

Also I want to address Fallout look man to be honest I had no prior issues with you or even your oc idea but it's jus the way you went about saying how Neto would get killed by Mark in one review and then in another saying how he would get beaten by Marco. Well as you can see that's not true if you're reading this and no I didn't have Neto win either it was a draw.

Maybe I overreacted and I was willing to apologize but you don't wanna hear me that's fine. Just keep my characters out of your mouth and I'll keep your oc idea out of mine. Truth be told I was GONNA make him an oc and i thought I could have made him a palatable character but see it';s not just like you did this once this disrespect. You did it more than once and you didn't even say it to me, dude. You don't gotta accept my apology but i did what a grown man is supposed to I reached out. But if you don't want that fine lets put it behind us and not menytion each other or each others stories.

Cause I didnt hate you or have any issue with you prior to that. You didn't try and dog my character Neto once or twice. But three times. I counted. You said how he would lose. Get something straight you want to read the story great. Don't try and act like you're the one writing it. That's between me and Zilla 2000. And not vfor spoilers but he and i agreed some of our characters will be killed by the other characters protagonists. I allowed him at a later time to kill a couple of my OC';s not Neto and I agreed to let him kill a couple of mine off. As far as the war it's going to be a war neither side wins.

You know it's understandable if you lost interest in Concrete Jungle I don't care it's your choice but before you were reviewing both and then suddenly you just started picking favoroites which is FINE but don't go acting like you know how the story is gonna go or that my character will die. Also, whatever your actual ethnicity ois when you told me about John Steel I don't really give a shit now but itr raises an interesting question. If you are native why are you rooting against the native characters like Task and Adayh and Felix? That makes zero sense., Also don't act like you know what goes on on the rez. I'm not even from the rez vbut i know who i am i know my language and my history. And the fact is the Mexicans are native too so it actually does make sense why Adayh would want to lean more towards Aztecas.

It's very unusual. I'm not saying Native fans can;t be a objective and love all characters regardless what i am saying is we are o underrepresented that when we do see our own in a story we tend to root for our own. Because Mark, Adayh, Alison, Ana, Task and Felix all are rich characters and Felix and Task are protagonists as well as Mark.

An objective reviewer, would hope the war just ends and they work together since Zillas story is more like the GTA IV era games where they work together sometines and they don't sometimes. Anyway, like i said dude i dont hate you if anytghing you maybe had a problem with me in that you were passive aggressively dissing my oc's. And then you had tried to submit an oc to me while at the same time talking down Neto i don't get it. I really don't. Notice you never actually denied it right? I also expressed my annoyance at your assumptions before in a previous chapter and you said nothing.

So again, if you don't want to talk this out, fine. But keep my story and my story's oc's yes even in Zilla's story. Don't try and make him be the middle man in all this I didn't want him involved in this at all but you're the one who felt the need to passive aggressively insult my oc's in reviews to him. So you left me no choice.

You also asked him what my problem with you was I tolkd you what the problem was! You don't listen. I'm the one that was disrespected first and you were in the wrong here. I've already wasted too much time on this little feud so please let's stoip it. I'll leave you alone if you do the sae if you don't want to squash it then ill just keep your name outta my mouth and your oc's if you do the same.

To everyone else, disregard all that. Now onto slang explanation. The term mirate means look at you since mira is look.

Ozomotli is Nahuatl for monkey. As far as what the Aztecas were saying about te airport that is true there is a Sureno gang in LA called Lennox 13 as I may ave mentioned before who often used their close proximity to the airport to disquise their gunshots using the sound. Now the interestingf thing is in GTA SA you got Cesar's hood next to the airport kinda and so all though by GTA V Aztecas are meant to be 18th street with maybe some Varrio Nuestra Estrada and F13 influence, i gotta wonder if since GTA switches what gangs represent which in what universe, I have to wonder if maybe in GTA SA the El Corona neighborhood, despite being based on El Serrano (Which in GTA SA they got wrong GTA V is more accurate because El Serrano is a hilly area and yes it is gang infested and was oftenj a body dump spot for Mexican Mafia gangsters) I gotta wonder if at least gang/varrio wise, if the Aztecas in SA weren't supposed to be based on Lennox 13.

In fact, the Lennox neighborhood looks more like the El Corona neighborhood in GTA SA than it looks like El Serrano. Granted yes, cities do change in twenty years but not so much that there'd be hills now when there weren't then especially when I know there were hills in the 80's and 90's in ES too. Of course the gang that claimed El Serrano was El Serrano Rifa and probably the one thing Rockstar did get right is the dance club you take Denise to is close to their hood and the cholos from that area do claim it. Plus if you remember the gang map the Ballas and Aztecas lived next to each the night club was in a Baller hood but irl, it ids or at least it was ESR turf.

All though Kat is Tuscarora she speaks Kanienkeha same as Paul and the reason is that is the language usually spoken in longhouse meetings between the six tribes same with Onondaga. The other four are as well but it's just Mohawk (Kanienkehaka) Seneca and Ondondaga are considered the "Elder" tribes of the six nations while the Cayuga, Cayuga and Tuscarora are considered the younger brother tribes. The other reason is that all though I intend to learn Tuscarora too it is a highly endangered language and only 3-9 people speak it. The only Haudenosaunee/Iroquois languages that are not endangered are Cherokee and Mohawk. I mean Seneca, Cayuga Tuscarora and Onondaga are at risk languages too but they have more speakers than the Tuscarora do.

Also the Huron/Wyandot of Michigan are Iroquoian in language as are the Cherokee and Tuscaroras neighbors the Nottaway but both Nottaway and Huron's language are dead all though there has been some attempt at reviving the Huron language, it;s easier said than done and it can only really be partially saved. For those of you who have seen Last Of The Mohicans, you know Magua, Wes Studi's character is supposed to be a Huron who was adopted by Mohawks but he wasn't actually speaking the Huron language.

He was speaking Tslagi (Cherokee) white directors are kind of lazy about that. Historically when using a real Native actor since a lot of natives play different tribes they would have that actor speak their langtuage and try and say oit was the language of the tribe they played. So you would have Navajo guys speakiung Navajo but for the movie they pretended it was Cheyenne. Or in the case of a lot ofd western flicks they got white jewish and italian guys playing Natives and since they did not speak a language they would have them speak in English and then play the audio backwards so that it "Sounded Indian" the one brilliant thoing though is that since white directors and producers did not know what was being said, Navajo actors would pretend to bbe talking aboutr treaties or what have you in a movie biut really be saying shit like how the director has a tiny cock. It was revenge for stereotyping.,

So when Native audiences saw these in theaters people would crack up laughing when people would say such funny shit in a solemn tone spoken in a solemn tone so the director wouldn't know. This phenomena was actually talked about in a documentary called Real Injun where they showed some of the funny shit actually being said in old western flicks.

You would think a 1992 movie like last of the mohicans would have learned by then but i guess not then again if a language is mostly extinct what can ya do? Anyway so that is why Kat can speak Kanienkeha.

Also, as far as the mission with packie, i at least showed you where this was going even if I didn't show much so they will be at war with the Lupasella's who are based on the Lucheese family in NYC. In GTA IV they never appear in game they are just mentioned. I swear i will pick it up next chapter i just needed to get this updated.

As for Paul, and the setup mission i had to cut it short and I will pick it up next chapter but I found it realistic because he as no reason he woyld know how to fly and if i said oh yeah he knows how to fly too it would ring as false and make him a Gary Sue. So he has to sit this one out. And Vasily fills in for him.

I also do intend to show the shootout between the rez gangs of the Red Warriors and Indian Clique plus the Angels Of Death for beating Little Joe up. There will also be a lemon whic Paul will be party to. Who will it be? I know who but for all of you it's everybody's guess. Who do you want it to be with? It could be Laguerta, it could be Dawn it could be Aila it could be Kat it could be Ashley or it could be Amalia who he danced with. I'm about 80% sure who it will be but who do you think it will or should be?

Also that girl Ashley Paul talked to on the roof was based on Amber Stevens West.

This was the first chapter where I showed Grisha's dad fighting and despite his age he is a tough old man.

Next chapter we'll see the war with Paul and the Warriors, we'll see Packie against the Lupasella's, Neto Ivan and Mai will finish the EMP raid and move onto the next setups, a possible flashback of Ivan during a KGB mission in Central America his first, and finally, yes, finally, we will have the Ballas do ythe trade with Carson for their kidnapped OG. Plus Neto will look into getting revenge on the Ballas for Tiny's death. As for the rez fireworks convo between paul and vincent they were saying certain fireworks as metaphors for certain kings of guns. If you know your fireworks well you can probably guess. either way it's not literal just codes. Also the Red Cougar is a spoof of the Red Lion Hotel

I also set up wit Mai going to the south because Zilla wanted her to step in so I wanted to show her going to New Arcadia but i have no idea what he's doing with it.

We may write together but in some things much like an actor on walking dead who is killed off but was a fan and a cast member me and zilla arent privy to every single plot twist. Just a lot of them. Also next chapter all though we now know Ivan is ok, we have to go a bit non linear for when he first wakes up. Just as we did in showing Paul and co. hit up the Russian enemies this would obviously take place where I had left off with Leela and Sugar at their apartment but it's obviously before this Humane Labs Heist Ivan is back at.

Anyway, that's all for now.