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.

37. Baba Yaga Strikes Again

Ivan

Weeks Earlier

He could see himself laying bleeding in the street as Sugar screamed at him to stay with her. He saw the driver and the shooter taking off in a speeding car. This is it...I'm dead...he thought. He began to see what looked like images fading in and out of his sight he saw himself being rushed into a hospital, he saw Sugar and soon Leela. He saw Mai, Neto and Paul. Vasily spoke to him in Russian at his bedside but he could not hear what he was saying.

ai lit incense near his bed. Paul came later and burned sage and even later Neto started doing some strange ritual with what looked like an egg. It seemed each culture had their own means of spirituality and dealing with the possibility of him dying. Sugar and Leela both prayed to Jesus. Even Leondre and Stone came by. He was seering all of this and yet he was still outside in the LS metroipolitan area. He didn't understand it.

He looked to see a Caucasian male floating above him in the sky it was a blue cloudy day. The man was wearing some kind of strange blue outfit. "Welcome, brother brother...welcome..you see they said I was a charlatan. A fraud. A nothing. But I, amm a miracle. Look and behold in wonder. And ask yourself, what does mighty Cris Formage, leader of the Epsilon Program, do with his enormous...power?"

Ivan tried to respond but he couldn't. No sound came out. The dead did noot speak. But then, the dead didn't hear or percieve either did they? And yet here he was doing both. He just couldn't respond. "Why he uses it to watch people, of course. Join me, any time you like, in watching. They never find out. And they can't harm you. It is the greatest pleasure on earth. And trust me, I've lain with the greatest multitude of women..." With that, he floated away.

Just then, he sat up gasping.

Paul

He woke up with a knock at the door. He looked to see Dawn and Aila outside. "What's up?"

"Can we come in?"

He looked around then said, "Sure," They had a couple of wine coolers. "Where's the others?"

"They were getting high..we don't want to be around that..."

"Really? That's a first."

"We're tired of huffing, gasolne and blow. All of it. We want to get clean but...it's not easy. Chogan's an enabler."

"But you got those," He said looking at their bottles. "Yeah but this is light weight. The kind of shit you see white girls drinking at sororities," Stated Dawn. "Still, Indians and alcohol don't go well together,"

"It's better than huffing," Said Aila. "Chogan's acting stupid. So is Ray," Paul looked at them both and said, "I've seen you both do it."

"Yeah but your dad was a drunk too. Don't judge."

"I'm not a drunk though. That shit causes hallucinations, memory loss, it'll fuck your liver your kidneys up..."

"So what? We're not going to live long lives anyway. Did you forget? We're from the rez. We die young."

"You know..." Paul said. "Sometimes, I want to save our people from all our misery. And you and Ray and Little Joe, you make me wonder why I even bother. You're just gonna do what the fuck you want. That's the thing, enit? It aint about what whites think about us or the rest of Canada, even. At the end of the day they brought the alcohol and drugs here. Yet they see us as drunks. But you're not the bigest burden on them. You're the burden on the fucking sober skins that gotta pick you up."

"Maybe we need you to be strong for us when we can't..." Aila said. "And as for memory loss, maybe we want to forget some things."

"Yeah but for every bad memory you're also flushing away any good memories too."

"What good memories?" Snorted Dawn. "Nothing good about where I come from. Alcoholism, poverty, diabeties, the church, and it's funny cause I was raised Catholic!"

"I don't have many good memories myself," Paul stated. "But I have so,me. My Mother My friends back on the rez. The thing is even if you got bad days, if you have a good day any potential good day, you're just going to erase it."

"You kill people, Paul. Don't act like you're all high and mighty."

"I do but I don't kill myself. Women are supposed to be warriors. Same as us. I expect better from you, from Chogan, from Little Joe...well maybe not Little Joe. He's young dumb and full of cum."

They laughed at that as they thought about how dumb the tenage banger was. "No but really though," Aila said. "You expected a couple of rez gang bangers to do better than all the things that make the rez the rez? You sure you're not huffing, baby cause that's pretty delusional," Paul told them, "No because I live down in Liberty City. This Canadian gangster shit...all due respect? It's child's play. Compare to Bohan."

"Yeah we hear all about America's ghettos, bro," Stated Dawn. "Davis, Bohan, Little Havanna but they couldn't survive the rez out here either and people sleep on the rez's out here. Bever forget the first skid row was up here not down there. And the Angels of Death may have started out in San Fierro but I can promise you the ones here are way more dangerous. We may not have ties to Colombian or Mexican cartels but people still get hurt out here. We're just trying to survive."

"What's the point of survival if you're just going to kill yourself? Why even bother? Why not just let that next bullet kill you? If you want to die so badly, kill yourselves slowly, why wait? Fuck it, homegirl. The rez suicide rate is so high. Why don't you just let the Angels kill you today? Or better yet why not Indian Clique? Yeah...we're good at killing ourselves aren't we? We had the white man as our biggest enemy ever for 500 years and more but we killed each other for thousands of years. That'ds what we do best isn't it? You two can stay here. i'm going for a walk..."

Aila moved in front of him. "Get out of the way."

"No...look I'm sorry...it's just...things haven't been easy...I don't want you to go.."

He looked into her eyes his green cat like eyes sstaring into her brown puppy dog eyes. "Fine...but what are you trying to escape? You know my story..."

She directed him back to the bed. "My dad...was in and out of jail most of his life. He tried to be there for me when he can but he is a jail bird...and my mom...she...killed herself when I was little. Hung herself. I had a sister that the crown took away from us. My dad and me were coming home from a lacrosse game and we found her hanging on the front porch..." She looked down, tears in her eyes. "I can't believe she would just leave me like that..."

He was hesitant but he offered her a hug. She accepted it. "My dad...he's always saying how he thinks the white man killed her Mom was depressed she had a drinking problem but she tried to get clean for me and Lilly. But...they took her away. I just...I don't see how she could do it...even if she was sad they took her away, I just don't see her as the type. She would have wanted to stay strong...for me..."

He wanted to say something to comfort her but he was out of words to say. "Hey..." He told her finally. "Tóhsa satoríshen..."

(Don;t quit)

He meant, don't give up.

Dawn looked down saying, "I don't want to say what my story is. Maybe one day..."

"What about Chogan and Joe?"

"They're from broken homes," Stated Dawn. "Same as me. Their dad's a fucking asshole. Luckily he's back in jail again though god only knows how long."

Paul looked for his cell phone. "Can I ask both of you a question? When did Chogan start huffing? I mean when you woke me up. I just wanna know how long it's going to be and make sure he's not high when Vince comes around."

"He must started. You been asleep maybe three hours. A high from huffing gas can last between four to five hours."

Paul sighed and texted Danyen. "Any idea where Karahon:kie is?" Dawn asked "Who?" Aila told her, "That's Daynen's Mohawk name."

"I thought Danyen was?"

"Nah, Danyen is just the Kanienkeha way to say Daniel but Paul doesn't know why he prefers the other way. Maybe it's just a way to be less assimilated, I guess. Goes to show sometimes a half blood can be more awake than a full blood. No offense," She told Paul. "None taken."

"Why do you ask where he is?" Asked Dawn, the Cree setting her wine cooler on the bed side table. "Because, whenever he gets back here, at least I know he aint huffing and if Chogan and Ray are too fucked up to function right,"

Paul sighed. "I wish this guy would hurry up..."

Aila smiled, "There is one way we could pass the time..." She kissed him. He was surprised but he kissed her back. "That is ONE idea..."

Dawn crawled onto the bed next to him. "Ever been with two at once?"

He shook his head. "Can't say I have. You sure you want to?"

Dawn rolled her eyes. "I'm not tioo drunk or high to make a descision. My highs gone i got a bit of a buzz but not really. Don't be a pussy. Girls get horny too. So shut and whip off those pants so we can fuck..."

Paul said, "You ghot a dirty mouth," She crawled toward him her eyes black and she demanded in a cat like manner pushing him down as she and Aila crawled over him. "What are you gonnad do about it?"

2014

Neto

They pulled up to the canton and Neto was angry. Not only had there been the brutal murder of Isabella but also Adayh had been beaten down too. He was getting tired of that Dominican monkey showing up everywhere too. Luckily, he had made a call. In the year since he'd first arrived in Los Santos, they had made peace with Marabunta or at least an uneasy truce. His connection to the sam Onderos looking after Pul had seen to that but now they reached out to Marabunta in Liberty City. He was on the phone with Ivan. "Can you take care of it?"

Ivan reploed, "Sure. Consider it done."

Ivan

Liberty City

He had been mostly laying low in the last yar. It was a shame to see Paul was locked up. He didn't know why Neto and Mai weren't talking but he was still fine with bohth of them. After Neto had done some jobs gfor the Bravta he was inclined to help him. He had been given an address. He pulled up knocking on the door. He was greeted with a Glock 17 in his face pointd at him by a man of Salvadoran descent. "The fuck are you, juero?"

"Get that gun off of me. Santa Muerte sent me,"

A voice yelled, "Did he say Santa Muerte? Let him in!" The Salvadoran said, "He could be lying, manito!" The shot caller replied, "If he is, he'll die for it but let's give him five minutes."

He was let in and he was soon in a room full of tattooed Mexican and Central American gang bangers most of them dressed in variations of blue and white. The leader was a shaved headed Salvadoran. "What about Santa Muerte?"

"He gave you a call, yes? About a problem with some Dominicans you have been having? An enemy of an enenmy is a friend. Do you remember this man?" He showed him a picture of a black male of Dominican descent. "Yeah I know that fucking nigger. Him and his Trinity but buddies gave us a lot of trouble. They're trying to keep us from setting up out here but we're already dug in,"

A Mexican female gangster added, "Plus you already got a bunch of independent paisa gahngs out here. They may not be south siders and they may not be friends but you can bet they hate them same as us."

"You know what a Dominican is?" Asked a Salvadoran. "A monkey that hasn't even evolved. They think they're any different than Haitians. That's hillarious bro. Carribbeans are trash."

"Are any of these men you are at war with friends with the man in this picture?" The Raza gangsters chuckled. "He's ptractically their messiah. I guess they know his real name but he's got some code name he goes by. You get one of these Dumb Minicans to talk, you'l find out that fuckers real name."

"I plan on it. I even know where they stay but the area where they stat is heavily fortified. I'm going to need some backup."

"So what we're supposed to get killed so you don't is that it?" Asked a female Salvadoran. "I dn't know why you're so gutless. Los Santos Marabunta are ruthless. Besides you still fight them on a daily basis even if you aren't nessecarily winning. Isn't it time to turn it around?"

"Sent that fucker Santa out here," Stated the gangster who greeted him at the door. "He maybe an 18 puto but I got respect for him Zapatista, cartel and an Azteca? That's like an urban legend, ese."

"He's busy with a problem in New Arcadia. I can help you. I am ex KGB."

"Yeah? Orale, these fools are up in Northwood, mano. Let's ride. I'm Spooky by the way," Stated a lomng haired Salvadoran wearing a Swingers jersey and baggy blue jeans as he puffed on a joint. He pointed to the Salvadoran who had drawn on him. "That's Casper," He beckoned to another female, a brown skinned woman with dark curly hair and thick lips. "That's Giggles," Giggles was Mexican and wore a dark blue midriff top a white bandanna and white jeans.

The Salvadoran girl was nicnkamed Torta. She was bisexual but she learned more towards women. Ivan got into the Cognescenti with Torta, and Cricket. They looked to see a bald headed Caucasian male and asked, "Who's the gavacho?"

"That is Patrickl McReary. He used to be from Meadows Park just like you but he moved to Los Santos last year."

"Why is he here?" Asked Cricket. "Because I'm a friend of Ivan and Neto. We also met last year. Trust me,ytou won't regret me coming along."

Spooky and Giggles rode in Spooky's blue Stallion. They were on their way to Algonquin. "So what makes a guy like you move to Los Santos?" Asked Torta addressing both men. "I needed a change of scenery," Packie stated and Ivan added, "I have something out there I was looking for. I still am looking for it."

The song Blackout by Lighter Shade Of Brown played as they drove. Ivan turned to Packie as they moved towards the toll booth. "What kind of firepower are we dealing with?"

"Hey, Spooky's got some cuetes in the trunk if you need a spare," Stated Cricket. Packie answered, "We got a couple of Rifles and shotguns. I think you'll like what I got you. Remind you of back home."

They were in Northwood before long. Ivan put on a disguise. It was a curly haired wig and a fake mustache plus a hoodie with green dollar bills on it blue jeans and a white lettering and blue sagging jeans. He looked like a white Dominican and that wold have to do. The Mexican and Salvadoran gangsters cracked up at the site of him. So did Packie. "What are you laughing at? Disquises are a large part of KGB operations,"

Packie chuckled saying, "That doesn't mean you don't look ridiculous, comrade...or should I say chico?"

Ivan shrugged. "At least it's authentic."

They got out and the Maraunta gang members put on bandannas and ski masks. Packie put on a ski mask too. Packie retrieved for himself an M4A1 a Beretta, and a Mossberg 500. Ivan had a Makarovc, a Saiga 12, an AK-74 and a Dragonuv. Cricket had an AN-94 and Torta had an M3. Spooky carried two Tec 9's while Giggles carried an Uzi.

"Oh shit, I almost forgot we called in a couple of paisas that hate these Dominican bitches as much as we do. Pocos Pero Locos," Stated Cricket

"You let the Jotos in on this shit, wey? What the fuck?" Spooky demanded. "I aint cool with them," Cricket told him, "Yeah I know but right now the Dominicanos and the Lords are more of a problem than hate them as much as us. It aint nada to me. They stay in Algonquin we stay in Dukes. They're the ones that gotta live next to those faggots. We're taking em off the mapa hermano. Or at least setting them back."

"All right. My instructions were to take out a man known as Willy Valerio. Do you know him?"

"Yeah we know that motherfucker. Ever since the Northwood Drug Dealers and Trinitys started beefing he been trying to keep it together. They were tight in the 90's but they fight now. So they're trying to start a truce meet right now. We couldn't have picked a better time to hit them putos."

"And you're sure that he knows Marco?" Giggles nodded. "Yeah he and the Northwood crew are like familia. They used to band together and hit our homies and Mexican crews."

Another carload of Marabunta pulled up and three gang members were inside it. Cricket instructed them to pull around to the back of the housing projects. Inside the car was a Guatemalan female driver plus two bulky cholos a Nicaraguan and a Honduran. A burrito also pulled up going around to the back. "PPL's right there," Announced Torta.

The Mexican nationals were dressed in variations of red white and green. A Mexican American with a crew cut wearing a red plaid shirt and a white bandanna was driving. He had with him a cholo wearing a dark green sweater and blue jeans and slicked back hair plius a hairnet. He also had a female wearing a green bandanna a red tank top and white jeans.

"See that fool wit the hairnet? He's like something outta every LS cholo flick but he's a paisa! That fools from Guadalajara And now he's in LC. He's never set foot on the west coast plus his clique aint south side they're just independents . Still, he's the one in charge of that crew. The hyna there, the sexy one that's Panchita de Veracruz. The guy in the white pano that's El Raton."

Ivan approached one of the Dominican gangsters while the Marabunta guys drove around to the back of the projects. Packie was with him.

Two Dominicans stood out front in the courtyard. "That shit was fucked up. They never got the puto who did it either. See that spot right there? That's where they dropped him. Sent him flying from the top. Didn't even shoot him. A lot of brothers fell that day to protect him but the mothafuckas didn't even shoot my boy they just sent him flying down. That's where he landed. Blood everywhere..."

The other one said, "I was thirteen when they smoked Teddy, man. I looked up to him. Used to always act like I was familia, man. Part of what made me want to get pout on. Shit still feels like yesterday."

"I feel you, pana.

"¿Dime a ver?Who you be, manito?" Asked a Dominican dealer. "Mi llamo Juan," Stated Ivan putting on his best Spanish accent. BCuriously, though it had even been unknown to Neto for a while he could speak Spanish as well as Russian and Vietnamese.

"Who's this?" Asked the Dominican, a guy with light brown skin curly hair a goatee and mustache wearing a white do-rag was sizing them up. "That's mi hermano. He's cool."

"Where you from, mano?" Demanded another Dominican dealer. "From Dominican Republic, papa."

"What business you got in Northwood, b?" Ivan replied, "I'm here to see Willie Valerio. Y Pietro."

"I don't know you, son and I'm pretty sure that means Willie don't know you. Get the fuck outta here, man."

"I'm a Trinity, papa. From the island. You need to show respect. Got sent here to discuss business with Willie. Hermanos down south have taken interest."

"Wait right here, fool we'tre gonna check you out," Stated the Dominican and he shouted in Spanish to a gang member to run upstairs. "You don't understand, amigo. The hermanos from the prisons sent me up here. I was supposed to deliever a package for Willie."

"What package?" Ivan stuck the Makarov into the man's gut and pulled the trigger three times. The man fell over and Packie fired his Beretta into the other striking him in the head. They retreated to the cars snatching up the rest of the guns and Packie said, "So much for going in quietly. You forget we're outnumbered, right? I aint even supposed to be in Libertby, I got Commission assholes and the LCPD after me!"

"Don't worry," Ivan said as he readied his Assault Rifle. "Right now anybody who is looking for you already knows you skipped town so the last ting anybody would anticipate is for you to be back. We won't be staying long. I grew tired of this city along time ago. I'm sure in a few years I may get tired of LS too and find somewhere else to go. Maybe Vice City."

"A fucking men to that, boyo! Same kinda skimpy babes in two pieces but in Vice they're all natural. No silicone implants."

They ran back towards the projects. "Remember we are looking for Willie Valerio or a gangster named Prieto."

"What do they look like?"

"Willie is a curly haired Dominican guy, average build, goatee in his late thirties. Ultra nationalist. Doesn't like anybody that aint Dominican. The other one is Afro Dominican."

"That ought to fuckin narrow it down," Packie said with sarcasm. They moved into the building and came under fire. Ivan took cover on the left and Packie did on the right. In the back, Marabunta and the Pocos Pero Locos were shooting it out with the Trinity's. The Trinity's dropped one member obf PPL however they took five casualties themselves. Spooky sprayed two trinity's with rounds striking the first, an Afro Carribbean in a gray jacket and blue jeans with a shirt rocking the Dominican flag and it hit him with sixteen rounds in the gut. He was rattled falling over as the rounds riddled him.

The second Trinity was a female, a mestiza in a red top with a green bandanna and dark blue jeans. The rounds struck her in both breasts. She fell bleeding and five more struck her in the back of the head. Giggles said to Ivan, "Oye, once we take this first wave out, talk to some of the PPL's. They might not know Marco's real name either but he's killed some of their boys too and that girl Panchita went to school with a couple of bitches that fool used to see.

Panchita had an M4 and landed six rounds into a Northwood Drug Dealer wearing a gold shirt blue jeans and a puffy silver coat. He fell over. Cricket whistled. "Chingow! Chiquita just took out one of the Gomez brothers!" torta asked, "Which one?" He replied, "Alonso Gomez, ese!" She stted as she fired the shotgun striking a Trinity in the chest a man of Caucasian descent primarily Spanish and French ancestry. The man's chest cavity was blown out.

Just then another Dominican started firing upon Ivan knocking him down as thirteen rounds from an AK-47 struck him. "You came in the wrong hood,puto! This the jungle! We run these calles!" The man had tan skin and a long black ponytail. He had a pointy nose and wore a black wife beater and gold chain and sagging blue stonewashed jeans with Hinterlands. He saw Alonso dead on the ground and fired at torta sending her scurrying to cover but one 7.62 round did graze her left thigh. "PUTA PARA LOS CUNDANGOS! You killed my brother, cono!"

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Packie fired the Mossberg striking him in the left arm blowing it in half at the elbow. Muscle band btissue were tore away and bone was revealed as the gang memebr fell over. "Hijole, blanco! You just shot Oscar Gomez!" Cried Cricket. "Trying to give a fuck..." Packie said as he looked at the fallen dealer going into shock and then as he aimed the already smoking shotgun at the fallen gangster added, "Nope," He fired striking the man in the chest finishing him off.

Ivan got up firing his AK-74. He noticed a few more PPL's had arrived in the projects, most likely due to the ones already there. Just then, two of them were struck down. Two Snipers had set up nests to try and pick them off. Ivan got to cover. The PPL's were cursing. The female who had been driving the backup Marabunta car was struck in the chest from a Sniper Round. Packie cried out, "You take out the guy on the left I'll get the guy on the right! Everyone else, stay in cover!" Ivan zoomed the Dragonuv seeing an Afro Dominican drug dealer from the same crew as the Gomez brothers laying down fire. Ivan zoomed in on his jaw line and fired. The man went down instantly in a burst of found the next one a bronze skinned man with slicked back hair in a green hoodie and a blue rag on the top half of his face with a red one on the bottom plus he was using a white rag to keep prints off.

Packie saw him and the Dominican saw him back. The Dominican fired first and barely missed the Irishman's head as he moved just an inch. Packie fired and strck him through the left eye. Ivan could see more Dominican gangsters coming from across the street some on foot others in SUV's. He aimed at a passengter wigth a Mac-10 in a speeding Patriot as he fired at them from the car. Ivan struck him in the gut and he fell out of the vehicle falling onto the street. He next fired at the driver decorating the steering wheel with his brains. He then fired at a Trinity member who was firing Glock 17. Ivan almost laughed. He struck him in the abdomen and the round severed his spine.

Two more men hopped out of the vehicle that had crashed when Ivan shot the driver yet Ivan took them out too. Finally the Rifrle emptied and he decided it was toomuch of a liabilty to use too mnuch more so he ran it back to the car. He grabbed the AK again and headed back to the projects this time ascending the stairs. He moved up to see Torta and a Trinity female fighting each other with machetes. "Come on you fucking sewer rat! Let's see what you got!" Screamed the female. Cricket mowed down three Triniy's firing at them from a hallway on the second floor. The first was killed right away from the twenty round burst. He domed the two wounded Caribbean men to finish them.

"Just so you know, the Oscar brothers were tight with that puto you're looking for. That much I know for a fact."

The PPL's had lost a few more toa coupke of Trinity's who were firing an AK and an M-16 respectivly on the stairwell on the other side of the hall. Packie went forth letting off twelve rounds striking the first with six rounds, two in the chest two in the gut and two in the throat. He missed with the next five and hit with the last rond striking the Dominican with the Vietnam war Rifle in the face. "Gracias, companero! This is for your boy. We got pictures of two novia's of te Trinity bitc you're after!" Stated El Raton. Packie had them text it to him and he ran back to Ivan but not before they said, "One stays on the fourth floor another is on the 7th!"

Packie showed Ivan and Ivan instructed him to text the pictures and then said, "Me and the Salvadorans are goiung to take this end ov the stairwell. We'll take the fourth floor you take the 7th with the Mexicans."

"Fuck you, Ivy! You just want me to walk up more flights of stairs. Your knees hurting old, man? Osteoporosis kicking in yet?" Ivan shot back, "A coke head like you should have no problem. Unless the speed has you feeling your heart will explode?"

Packie

He ran up another flight of stairs only to take cover as two local hoodlums fired at him. A PPL girl took seven rounds in the chest and fell down the stairs. Packie blindly fired from cover but ran dry. He blindly fired the pistol from cover striking one man with five rounds in the left leg. El Raton kicked in the door of a apartment where a Trinity opened the door to fire at them only tpo shut it again. They came in firing laying out three Trinity's. Just then a man in ablue Lettermans jacket fired at Packie. "Oh shit! That;s another one of his boys!" Cried Perico. The gang member fired a P90 striking Packie in the vest. "You aint taking over Northwood, B! This is our turf! Respect the game!"

El Raton fired an Uzi at him from cover. "I respect the game just not te player!" Packie discharged every round in his handgun striking the gang member however he saw he had on armor. The Dominican struck El raton in the face with a headshot and then he fired at Packie who got back to cover. Packie fired the shotgun around the corner without looking in his general direction and with luck, he hit him. "Luis! I'm hit, bro!" A man in a darker Letterma's jacket tried to help his friend up. Packie aimed the M4 at the Dominican man who was wounded and the man known as Luis said, "Just hang on, bro. We're gonna scoop Henrique up and get you to the hospital. Calmate bro..."

Packie pulled the trigger striking the man in the back ofthe head blowing blood and brain matter over the tall Dominican. Packie aimed at the taller one but it clicked empty. The Dominican was not empty but he did not shoot. Instead he hit Packie in the chest with the butt of an M4 and followed upwith a head butt. "FUCK YOU!" He knocked Packie down the stairs. The Locos aimed at Luis but Packie said, "Just go! I got this asshole! Clear out the next floors!"

Luis kicked him in the chest and he groaned but he caught his leg pulling him to the ground following with a punch in the groin. "I remenber you! You kidnapped Gracie! ¡Vete al infierno!" He threw a hard right jab to the face. Packie drove a knee into his gut and hit him with a hard left uppercut. "Yu didn't do anything about it then. What are you gohna do about it now?!" Packie tackled the larger man slamking him against the wall winding him and followed up with a one-two combination of blows to the Dominican's face.

Packie then grabbed him and threw him down the stairs and let the large man take a tumble. He grabbed his weapons and readied them going back up to make his way to the 7th floor. A few more members of Pocos Pero Locos made their way up the stairs fighting through the projects but had taken a few casualties along the way. "He's all yours boys!" Patrick said to a pack of PPL's he had not been introduced to as well as a few Locas and he said, "You two, lassies."

He fired the reloaded M4A1 striking a couple of local dealers who were not gang members but were defending their barrio. He struck the first, a man in a jersey with the Dominican flag as the design in the left knee cap. The man fell over and Packie sent give more rounds into his gut. The second he took down with seven rounds in the chest two in the throat and one in the head. He almost got hit by rounds from a Dominican with an Uzi so he took cover in the stairewell again.

Ivan

He found a Dominican of African descent wearing a green bandanna and a red t shirt and a gold chaim and baggy blue jeans plus a white Swingers cap over the bandanna. The gang member had an AKS which he fired at Ivan striking him with fifteen rounds. The Salvadorans at his side shot it out with his men. "That's Pietro, homes!" Called out Cricket as he fired at the gang member only for the man to vanish back into his apartment for cover. "He's the one that put that fool on!"

Ivan waited for the Marabunta gangsters to clean up his men and Ivan fired his Saiga at one of them, a mestizo with curly hair and a goatee and a red do-rag and baggy black jeans. He struck him hard in the chest ripping away all the flesh from his right nipple tearing into his pecks. He aimed for the nearest one to him, a guy whp was meztizo as well but of a lower indigenous percentage and looked more white in skin but just had brown features. He struck the man in the stomach with two rounds and the man hit the wall.

Ivan then fired hitting Pietro in the left calf and the man fell over into hi apartment the door still halfway open. He retrieved a Beretta M9 as a sidearm to try and fire from his downed position as he couldn't get the Rifle out the door and it was ruined anyway as on of the shotgun blasts hit it, but Ivan fired at his hand and he screamed as the shotgon blew it off. He forced the man furyher into his apartment pushing him towards the couch. Ivan showed him a pictutre of Marco. "Who is this asshole?!"

The guy yelled, "Fuck you! I never seen him before."

"Is tjis how you want to play it? Fine... " He fired at his other calgf and he howled with agony. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU'RE MESSING WITH THE WRONG PEOPLE, CABRON! WE'LL BURY YOUR HOLE FAMILY IN THE SAHARA DESERT!" Ivan pressed the hot barrel to his already bleeding injuries and it sizzled. "You smell something cooking? Did you leave the stove on?"

"DIOS MADRE! FUUUUUCK...!" Spooky and Cricket stood with him while Torta and Giggles kept them covered from enemies in the hall. "Do you smell something cooking?" Asked Cricket. "Smells like dark meat..." Stated Spooky with a grin. The OG Trinity member was pale from blood loss. "Eres carne oscura demasiado ... estúpido..."

(You're dark meat too, stupid)

Cricket chuckled saying, "Es cierto, pero comer carne oscura es malo para usted. More greasy. ¿Qué piensas, Spooky?"

(True but eating dark meat is bad for you. More greasy.)

Spooky chuckled and grabbed a piece of the slab that had been the Trinity member's head. "He took a lick to Ivan's horrr but Neto had told him Marabunta was full of sick fucks. "Nah, he tastes like shit, ese. He's overdone."

"Enough fucking around!" Ivan said both to them and to Prieto, "I want to know who the asshole in this picture is. What's his real name?! He goes by Marco. Who is he really?"

The man spat in Ivan's face. "¡Coma mierda y muera, pedazo comunista de basura!"

(Eat shit and die you communist piece of trash)

Cricket had grabbed something from the Dominican man's kitchen. "You know what always helps dark meat, ese? A little bit of salt does the trick," He doused the salt all over the man's open wounds. He shreiked wailing as he writhed in pain. "Oscar Nunez! His name is Oscar Nunez and he's gonna fuck all you up!"

Ivan pulled out his Ifruit phone and said, "I'm not so sure about that."

Just then, he saw Two brown skinned beautiful women forced through the door at gunpoint. Torta had her weapon on one Giggles did on the other. Giggles said, "These are two bitches that fool used to date!" They each kept a machete on them also. Ivan instructed the Salvadorans to keep their faces covered but he showed his. He had it recording and gave it to Cricket to record. He first asked the two Dominican women several questions and made it clear they had better not lie.

"Hello, Oscar Nunez. I understand you have come into conflict with a friend of mine, Santa Muerte. I don't know what your problem is with him..."

"He's a fucking scrapa!" Spooky hit the OG with his gun and Ivan turned to the Marabunta member saying, "Cut his tongue out," The gang member did as he asked without a word but the black Dominican shrieked. "I understand you and some friends of yours in an organization I'm not going to say the name of have killed a pregnant woman and her unborn child. This is quite hypocritical of you, Mr. Nunez. Considering your family was innocent and was slaughtered by an older generation of Marabunta. If you had killed them you would be justified but by killing a child you have lost all moral high ground."

The Afro Dominican gangster was still writing and Spooky held it up. "I don't doubt your old gang friends are loyal but there's only so much pain you can take. It's omne thing for you to threaten a man in prison who has no way of retaliating against you and who will never get out of prison. A man who is faced with enemies much closer to him than you. Who could shank him at any minute? But when you threatened me, you made a mistake. You could have probably handled Santa Muerte if you were lucky. But I am years ahead of you. Neto doesn't have the patience I have. Like the kind needed to extract information. I also know exactly who you work for. You and your friend Charlie. You think you are the only ones who can get information? That man has been after me for years."

He signaled Cricket to show the cameraphone to where he had two Dominican females on their knees. He approached the first one a brown-skinned woman in a blue tank top who was in tears of fear. "As I understand it, you dated Alicia Guillen here for a year and a half? On again off again. Tell me, Ms Guillen. Why did you break up the final time?"

She sobbed and sniffed and he held up a hand to his ear. "I didn't get that. Should I say it in Spanish?" Maria whimpered, "He...he...went to the Marines not long after that...I was happy for him. I wanted him to turn his life around...Trinity's...marabunta...Spanish Lords...it's just Latinos killing each other. For what...? Colors? Territory we don't own?"

Ivan chuckled. "Is there anything you wanted to ask Mr. Nunez?"

"Why, Oscar? Why are you still...doing this? La gente de nuestro barrio se une a los militares para escapar de la pobreza. Pueden matar en el extranjero, pero no tienen que seguir matando. ¡Eres mejor que esto!"

(People from our neighborhood join the military to escape poverty. They may kill overseas but they don't have to keep killing. You were better than this!)

Ivan chuckled. "Key word, 'were' but we'll get to that in a moment," He approached the other female a brown skinned woman with chocolate brown hair this woman was of Dominican descent, stood 5'2 and wore gray shorts a gray jacket zipper over a red midriff top revealing her toned abs. She had no curves to speak of but she was cute. She was twenty nine years old. "And that brings us to Alicia. Would you like to tell the audience about the baby?"

She asked, "What...?" He pistol whipped her with the Makarov and caused her nose to bleed. "Do not play dumb. You know what I' talking about," She sobbed as her cheeks soaked with tears and her bottom half of her face soaked with blood. "We...we were pregnant... we were just friends with benefits but we cared about each other..we were going to go steady when I got pregnant..he even said he would marry me...but...we lost it..."

"I understand it's a traumatic loss to lose a baby. What if I told you...your beloeved Oscar killed a pregnant woman and her child? A woman of Mexican American descent?"

"Thaty can't be...Oscar..he hated Mexicanos and Salvadorans but he would never...!"

He asked Spooky for his phone and he quickly did an eyefind search. He showed her the grisily details of the murder down in New Arcadia just four days ago. "This was on the news..." Stated Maria. "But he couldn't have...!" Ivan shrugged. "It doesn't matter if you believe it or not. What matters is he knows it's the truth."

Alicia was shaking and crying looking less sure. Or perhaps she was just shocked. "I don't know if you believe me but let's just say your boyfriend has been quite the trouble maker and he thought it wouldn't cost him because he's a super assasin with no family left. But family isn't just your relatives...I only have one last question, Alicia. If he did do it, whether you believe he did it or not what would you say to him if you could if you knew without a doubt he did it?"

She sobbed saying, "Why, Oscar...how could you do this...? We would have had a baby of our own...the man I knew could have never..."

Ivan stopped her saying, "Tha's good enough. Now...Oscar, you feel tempted to threaten Los Santos gangsters in Rancho. They are not a threat to you. Paul Hoffman is not a threat to you. Neto was equal in skills. But you are not my equal. Vy dumayete, chto vasha Dominikanskaya ulichnaya banda zhestkaya? Dazhe yesli by ya ne byl byvshiy KGB ya vse yeshche byl by chlenom BRATVA. My v bol'shem kolichestve stran, chem vy. U nas yest' bol'she resursov, chem vy. Troitsy, kak murav'i po sravneniyu s nami! U vas yest' neskol'ko der'movyye rayonov v Liberty i Olderni i kroshechnogo ostrovnogo gosudarstva. My v kazhdoy byvshey sovetskoy strane, my vo Frantsii, Ispanii, Portugalii i Kanady. Eto o vas i i Neto, no vash boss byl posle togo, kak menya v techeniye nekotorogo , eto pro tebya i menya. Eti Barrio soldaty zdes' prosto vypolnyayut prikazy. Vy videli, chto ya mog sdelat' s nebol'shim ekipazhem. Teper' sleduyushchaya veshch', kotoruyu vy sobirayetes', chtoby uvidet' to, chto ya mogu sdelat' sam."

(You think your Dominican street gang is tough? Even if I was not ex KGB I would still be a member of the Bratva. We are in more countries than you. We have more resources than you. The Trinity's are like ants compared to us! You have a few shitty neighborhoods in Liberty and Alderney and a tiny island country. We are in every former Soviet country, we are in France, Spain, Portugal, and Canada. This was about you and and Neto but your boss has been after me for some , this is about you and me. These barrio soldiers here are simply following orders. You saw what I could do with a small crew. Now the next thing you're going to see is what I can do by myself.)

Ivan then took the machete out of the hand of Giggles and said to Alicia, "You can be with your daughter now," With that he cut her throat and she bled all over the place her eyes wide as her blue top was turned red and she collapsed. He then put the bloody blade to Maria's face. "Lick it off. Now."

She whimpered, "No!" Ivan chuckled. "Come on, chica," He said putting his fake Dominican accent on again. "Show me how it was you kept our soldier boy happy for a year and a half! Andl lick it all up like the good little barrio whore you are as if your life depended on it. Because it does..." She whimpered licking it up her face twisting in disgust as she licked up the salty blood. Finally he said, "Now give me a kiss..."

She looked at him in horror. "Now! Close your eyes."

She did as she was told but he pressed the Makarov to her lips. She opened her eyes wide and started to make a sound but he warned hert, "Shut up."

Ivan stood up and looked coldly into the camera phone. "Vy dumayete, chto vy zhestko? Ty ne. Vy malo ligi. Neto yavlyayetsya nizshaya liga iz-za svoyego vozrasta. YA bol'shiye prosto isporchennyy amerikanets, kotoryy imeyet dostup k slishkom mnogo igrushek. My tret'yego mira, rodivshiyesya i vospitannyye vyzhivshikh poverty.I sovershayet ubiystva, kogda vy dazhe ne byli dyuyma v shtany vashego ottsa. YA takzhe khotel by skazat' privet Ana. Ne dumayte, chto ugrozhayet moim druz'yam dal'she. YA znayu, chto ty za mnoy tozhe. Vy skoro poluchite to, chto vy khotite. No u menya yest' druz'ya v Kitaye. Yesli vy sdelayete chto-nibud', chtoby kakoy-libo iz moikh druzey, chto menya besit, ya udostoveryus', chto eti dva poluchit' nanes vizit.

(You think you are tough? You are not. You are little league. Neto is minor league because of his age. I am the big are just a spoiled American who has access to too many toys. We are third world born and bred survivors of poverty.I was committing assassinations when you weren't even an inch in your dad's pants. I also would like to say hello to Ana. Do not think of threatening my friends any further. I know you are after me too. You will soon get what you want. But I have friends in China. If you do anything to any of my friends that pisses me off, I will make sure these two get paid a visit.)

He held on a back up cell phone h had a picture of two Chinese peasants in rural China. They looked like farmers. He then turned to the Marabunta members. "Let's get her out of here. I still need to get Willy Valerio."

He then turned to the camera one last time before saying, "Oh and Marco? If you think about going near anybody else that isn't involved in this war, just remember there's still her little brother I can hurt. His name was Juan. You two used to play catch. He'd be about sixteen now. Wants to be a baseball player. It'd be a shame if something were to happen to him. I know you still care. See, to you he is a child maybe but he i old enough to be tried as an adult, old enough to be married in some states. He's also old enough to join some of the neighborhood gangs around here. That baby you murdered was not even given a chance to do anything."

Packie

He made it to the 7th floor. Just then a gangster with a shotgun fired at him barely missing him but a few pellets did get him in the side of th leg grazing him. He fired his own Mossberg back. He struck the man, a Dominican in red clad cloathing with light brown skin and wavy hair wearing glasses. The man fell over breathing hard sounding like he was in pain. He coughed up blood. "Motherfucker! ¡Hijo de un coño irlandés!" A voice shouted behind him and Packie was tackled and thrown against the wall. The wounded Dominican rasped, "L...you came back...I knew you weren't a punk..."

"Just hang on manito, I got you..." He kicked Packie in the chest. "You killed Armando, asshole! Now you shoot Henrique?!" Packie kicked him in the left knee cap kicking it in. Luis cried out cursing in Spanish falling over. Packie weakly stood up. "Sorry boyo. This aint anything personal. Before I kill you, do you know who this guy is?" He showd him a copy of the picture of Marco that Ivan had texted him. "Yeah. Oscar Nunez. He was cool with the Gomez brothers and he was sort of cool with Henrique and Armando..I didn't like the guy. He was an asshole but he's dangerous. He's going to kill you and your whole family for this."

Packie sneered, "I don't got any family left. This city saw to that," Luis tried to lung for a pistol but Packie fired a single shot into his right palm and then his left. The Dominican cried out in pain. Luis asked him, "So this is it, huh? Laid out by a fucking paddy...all right...Do me one favor before you kill me...downstairs in my car there's an enevlope. It's addressed to muy sister outta town. She's gonna find out what happen here to me today so...I want her to get my last words to her. There's also letters to mi madre and the rest of my family... just send them out..."

"Sure," The McReary said. "Who am I to denty a guy his last wish?"

He aimed the M4 at his face and pulled the trigger squeezing off round after round until nothing remained to resemble a face. Only a meaty mess of a former man, broken pieces of tooth mixed with torn lips and bits nd pieces of bloodied gum chunks, his eyeball sockets were revealing his eyes looking like a burn victim's eyes and his right eyeball was dangling from the socket. His nose was split into three pieces, his cheekbones had been caved in.

Ivan appeared carrying a woman with him and said, "We have to go! We need a place to lay low for 48 hours. The cops are going to be here if they're not already! We can't risk going across the bridge just yet. Do you have a place in Algonquin?"

Packie said, "Yeah I know a couple of guys that can help us all lay low!" The Pocos Pero Locos members would be fine to go back to their hoods or at least as fine as they could be if they stayed in doors and not on the corners but the Salvadorans and Packie and Ivan would need to stay out of sight for a bit. Packie would call Liam up for that.

They headed downstairs seeing theh LCPD were there. The PPL gang members had already taken off. There were several LCPD cars in fromnt of the projects plus several N.O.O.S.E members. Packie advised the Salvadoran gangsters, "Hang back! We'll thin out some of these pigs!" Packie aimed the Sniper Rifle down at a N.O.O.S.E member and shot him right in t5he mouth. Ivan fired aiming for areas body armor did not covr such as as necks, chins. They dropped five N.O.O.S.E members pretty quickly and Packie got into the car thatwas meant to be Luis's. He told Ivan, "Meet me in Purgatory but shake these cops irst! I got a place for us to lay low."

Ivan fired the Saiga 12 taking out three members of the LCPD hitting the first with a round in the right knee then a shot to the face the second with rounds to the gut the third with a round to the throat. Ivan dragged Maria into cover waiting for Packie to pick off the rest of the cops with his clearly supirior Sniper Rifle. Finally, he did and they had a window. Ivan put Maria in teh ytrunk of the car and he, Cricket Giggles and Spooky got into the car while Spooky got into the other car with Packie.

Two Days Later

Ivan had Willy Valerio in quite a compromising situation. He was sounding one more video of her to Marco. He was going to let him die a slow death. He was doing this in a form of Russian execution. The arms of the Dominican male were bound behind his back, and a rope around his wrists was tied to a winch. He was left hanging by their arms in this less than compromising position or iolently jerked in what was known to have been a form of Strappado or reverse hanging.

It might have seemed minor except weights had also been tied to his feet as he hung which would soon cause his shoulders to dislocate and on top of that his flesh was ripped with pliers. They were in an abandoned warehouse in Alderney. Nobody could hear his screams.

Willy screamed as the weight was crushing him and as more and more strips of flesh were torn from his legs down to the bone. "You motherfucker! OSCAR IS GOING TO FEED YOU YOUR BALLS! ¡Te hará sentirte arrepentido de haber nacido! AHHHH!" He screamed as his shoulders arms, legs and hips were in severe agony and were irreperably damaged. "I've got to say! Your friend here is pretty tough. He's been going through this for forty five minutes."

He looked at the camera as Packie held it. "This was used to interrogate people suspected of witchcraft. It was believed that if you could endure this kind of pain, you were a witch," Ivan then chuckled. "Must be some kind of witchcraft. The full weight of the subject's body is tsupported by the extended and internally rotated shoulder sockets. While the technique shows no external injuries, it can cause long-term nerve, ligament, or tendon damage. The technique typically causes brachial plexus injury, leading to paralysis or loss of sensation in the arms," Willy groaned with agony. "I don't think you'll be killing PPL or Marabunta guys any time soon. Killing you will be a mercy to you. If I spared you, all you would be is a gimp."

Finally, he lost consciousness from the pain. "Normally, this would not be done for more than an hour without rest or it would cause death. But then, this isn't interrogation. It's punishement. For you."

He then brought the camera to where Maria was tied to a chair. "This, my friend is known to my people as the head crusher."

Maria begged, "Please...you said you'd let me go!" She cried. Her head was attached to a medieval device. "I don't remember saying this. I told you I would kill you then if you didn't do what I said and I meant it. But I never said you were getting out of this alive."

Ivan said, "You're probably wondering where I get all this stuff. I still have friends in Liberty City, too. Men with access to a lot of antiques from history," Maria's jaw was pressed over the bottom bar with her skull underneath the domed cap. He began to turn the screw and Maria began to shreik. She began begging i Spanish so fast that Ivan didn't even understand her even though he knew some Spanish. He heard Oscar in there and a few pleas to God but that was it.

The cap began to compress her skull, "PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HAVE MERCY!" She wailed. Ivan showed her none continuing to compress her skull. She began to bleed and he showed today he was far more ruthless than any CGF member any Baller any Vago Marabunta, Azteca ,Trinity, or Rifa. She screamed herself hoarse as her teeth were crushed and her jaw was shattered.

He continued to compress further and she passed out from the did not matter. Her eyes were squeezed from their sockets as he kept going. Finally, her brains were forced from her was a ghastly sight. Packie threw up beyond his own control. Ivan scolded him, "Goddamn it...I was going to leave these two here but now we're going to have to move the bodires. Either that or clean that shit up."

Packie groaned his voice having slightly changed after vomiting, "I can't help it...god you sick fuck...you need therapy...I thought the Mexican was twisted..."

Ivan took the camera from him and looked into it. "Oscar...I know you're probably fuming with rage. On the way over here, I talked more to Maria. She told me a little bit more about your relationship with her. She said that you two were in love. It may not have lasted but she seems to have fonder memories of you. She still wouldn't believe you could kill a baby. Now maybe you don't love her now but you did at one point. You still wouldn't want to see her killed. And that's the point. You made threats against me, and against other friends of mine and Neto's. Not even Neto knew I would go this far. He just expected me to kill Willy and a few of your friends to make a point. This is to show how serious I am. I have also found out a list of some other girls you have been with. I have a list of other friends of yours. I found all this out in days. I am beter at reconssisance than you or Ana ever will be."

He paused then walked over to the trunk of the car showing a Puerto Rican boy of about sixteen. He was gagged. "I don't make threats. I make promises. And even then, I don't need to say I'm going to do it. I just act. I am not going to kill this boy unless you try and go after anybody else innocent. You have showed me your hands I have shown you mine. Neto might still have some honor. I don't give a fuck. I'll gladly kill this little shit if you fuck with me. I think you know how to get a hold of me or Neto. If you want to settle this, you reach out and you and me can go for a round or two. If you agree to this, I will make sure the boy is let go. I'm a man of my word. I'm not like you or this Concrete Soldier. When I say I'll let an innocent woman and child go, I will. But you've also seen what I can do."

He looked into the camera one last time. "I know you saw him as like a little brother to you after your family died. And he saw you this way. He lost his sister. You're all he has left. Don't let him down."

With that he ended the recording. They shut the trunk and he turned to Packie, "Okay... I'm going yo try and clean this vomit up with bleach and anything else we may have touched...and then we're going to head back across the bridge to Algonquin. I'm going to send this off to the right people."

New Arcadia

Neto had been called here by the mysterious man. He had offered a way to get at Mark. After the death of Isabella he was more than willing to. After all, Mark had killed a child after promising to let go. Sure, maybe he had not done it personallly but he had to be in on it. How else would Marco and Charlie know about the Azteca's woman? A Caucasian male with brown hair and a scrawny build was waiting for him. Neto drew his pistol on him. "Who the fuck are you, white boy?"

"Relax...I'm a friend of a friend..."

"Who?"

"My name is Patrick but I have an alter ego. Just like you. Only I don't kill out of contracts or gang loyalty like you. I do it for fun. They call me the New Arcadia Killer."

"So that's you, huh? What the fuck do you want with me?"

"The nemy of nmy enemy is a friend, friend," The white man said with a smile. "You hate Marcus Roman. I just like toying with him and his little play thing. You know he has more than one, right? He's got himself a vanilla piece of pie too not just lemon."

"So?"

"Well..Marcus Roman is smart. He's calcultating and he's ruthless. But when a woman he loves or a brother in arms is threatened he flies off the handle. NBe becomes volatile. To the untraines, that can be dangerous if they're in his way but if they can be cool and calculated they can use it against him. I'm willing to help you apply that needed pressure."

"And what do you want me to do? I know you aint just doing this out of the goodness of your own heart."

"That's right. Here's what I'm offering. I'll give you the redheaded musahark's address and you can do whatever you want to her. Give her some brownie dick! She's fucked white guys and black guys. I know you Mexicans like red heads," Neto shook his head. "Not THIS Mexican. And I aint a rapist either. I despise them."

"Well fine, decapitate her set her on fire. Anyway, all I need from you is to bring me three people. It won't be my usual M.O and I don't even really want these particular killings to be tied to me. Let's just say if I should ever die, I might have a will where I confess to these omnes too but only when I die. For now, I want you to bring these three to me. And I'll do what I do best. But these three won't be for Mark and Alison's trail to me. It'll be to watch this city fall apary."

He handed him a picture of a pretty blonde Caucasian girl with blue eyes, a light skined black male with almond skin and hazel eyes and a pretty Vietnamese girl who looked like she could be a model. "You're going to kill these three? Why?

"I don'yt think that's any business of yours, is it?

"If I bring you these three it is. You aint planning on raping them are you?"

"God no! And I'm not even gonna have you do it all at the same time. No...see...I see how badly the recent eveents are impacting your people. La raza, right amigo? Not exactly avorrabl odds to be 3% of the population in a city that's 60% niggers. What this will do is create some level playing field. Get white and black after each other again," He then put on a charming boyish smile. "Just like the good old days, right sport?!" Neto looked at the Vietnamese girl. "And why her?"

"Well...the way I figure it, the rednecks in this state are already fed up with the crimes of trhe ghetto and the barrios. It's only a matter of time before reactionary skinheads get involved. Hell they already have come after your people. This would just set the skinheads more on blacks. And vice versa. And by killing an Asian, I can get the Vietnaese involved too."

"They aint like the Vienamese on the west coast the ones out here mostly don'ty bang," He grinned. "True and Asians are avery patient people. Even with racism and rude westerners. But when you push them too far HEE YAH! They go Bruce Lee on you. I personally would like to see what kind of fury they unleash.

"What exactly is your plan? To start a race war?"

"Would ypou look around? There's already one going on! One you can't possibly win. This aint the South West where you guys can take everyone on and win. You need a four way war. You already got theh rednecks and the blacks pissed at you. You haven't done anything to piss the Asians off. Yet. So if they're putting a hurting on ivory and ebony too it takes some pressure off you/ And if this race war turns up and the three of them go at each other it gives your people some bretathing room.

"Okay but who are these three?

He told him, "This blonde girl is a former mudshark. She's been with men of all races but most of her boyfriends have been black. She's currently with a white guy now but let's just say her freshmen yeatr of college she took on two black guys at once. Some whiyte guys wouldn't go for her after that. She's damaged gods. Others wouldn't care. But if she was to be I don't know...robbed and brutally murdered by a Negro thug, I'd say that would piss the mullets off in this town."

Neto looked at the Creole. "And him?"

"Student at the university. Grew up in the 3rd ward. Used to be friends with the Roman brothers back in their elementary school days. He managed to not get involved with the gangs and yet still get along with everybod. He's got a 3.0 GPA. He was honor roll in High School. So...if a couple of intolerant vigilantes, angry about a hot little blonde number were to beat him to death, I'm pretty sure it would get the nignogs stirred up. As much as blacks hate your kind they hate us more. Look how quick they forgot that kid in the hoodie that Peruvian laid out in Florida once a cop unloaded on that fat buck in Missoiuri at a store. They didn't riot in Florida but they sure did there!"

"And what about the Vietnamese girl?" Patrick explained, "She's also a college student. But she' the little sister of a Vietnamese mobster. So even if the Asian comumunity as a whole doesn't go agaist the good ole boys and the ward thugs, these Vietnamese gangsters will. They may not have the numbers but they are ruthless killers."

"And which race are you gonna blame for her death?"

Patrick let out an evil grin. "Ebony and ivory..killing together in perfect harmony...it makes sense, right?" He said his smile fading. "They're an invisible minority and both groups like to target them just like your people."

"Okay, but what if you're caught in the crosfire? You foregt you fall into one of those four categories?"

"I don't fall into anyt category except the brotherhood of great men who killed for pleasure. You know who my favorite Mexican American was? Richie Ramirez. I LOVE that guy! I share his exact views of humanity. It disgusts me. If I could, I'd kill everybody but I know that's not possible and it'd just get boring with nobody to kill. But I do hope to be among one of the greats. I even have a few disciples under me who have studied my...methods. They are fans of mine. Like my own children."

"Who was your favorite mayate then, BJ Smith?" Neto asked with sarcasm. Patrick rolled his eyes. "Don't be silly! I much prefer the crazy one who shot up our nation's capitol!"

Neeto sighed. He got back into his car and Patrick told him, "Don't forget. We'll want to bring them here a few days apart from each other. All this does take planning. You have your list of things to get I have a few of my own. Actually, you know what? You let me worry about that..."

Neto began to drive away. He got to the college within a short amount of time. It was dark out and this was perfect. He spotted the blonde bitch, sure enough. He put on a ski mask and ran up behind her putting some chloroform in a napkin he pressed it to her mouth. She tried to scream but he put her out.

Just then, he spotted a black male coming towards him. "Tricia? Where'd you go, girl?" Neto saw his reflection in the side mirror of a car and realized he was one of the other people on his list. What were they doing together? Neto had no choice he had to act now. He jumped out at the black male but instead of using the chloroform he used another thing he had brought along. A tranquilizer gun. He fired into the black male's chest. "What the f..." The male tackled him but he started to lose cordination. He dialed Patrick's number. "I've got the second package...I didn't expect it to be there but the mail man dropped both off at the same address. What do you want me to do?"

Patrick said, "Shit...all right well you better put one in the trunk and none up front with you. Can't risk them waking up next to each other and putting two and two together. Don't let them see each other. Bring them both back here."

Neto hung up and began to drive with the black male in thew passenger seat looking like a sleeping or drunk passenger. He avoided main streets and any place he knew had cameras. Thanks to Lester he had gotten a layout of the city sent to his phone so that he could know which areas had cameras and which didn't. He pulled up to where Patrick was within a half hour.

He then dragged her to the car and put her in the trunk tying her up. He began to drive to where Patrick had said to bring her. Neto drove past a New Arcadia Police cruiser and his heart started pounding. He played it cool however, as he was stopped at a red light. The cop nodded at him giving a courtesy wave. He wondered if the man would pll him over being in some wheels like this.

He gave a wave back. Finally the light turned green and he took a left trying to get away from the intersection. After another twenty minute driveHe spotted Patrick with a couple of Caucasian males and at least one African American male and one Caucasian female looking to be of Russian descent. "This looks a little crowded, homes. Who the fuck are they?"

He spotted Patrick with a couple of Caucasian males and at least one African American male and one Caucasian female looking to be of Russian descent. "This looks a little crowded, homes. Who the fuck are they?"

Patrick stated, "These are muy students in the arts. The ones I've taken under my wing. They're also my assistants. All right, we got what we need. You guys take the 'stuff' and the girl," He said to one of the white males a man with red hair and a goatee wearing a maroon sweater and blue jeans, the black male who wore glasses and had what looked like a combination of an Afro and dreadlocks who looked more like a nerd than an aspiring serial killer and the girl who wore a blue college sweater and jeans who had black hair and blue eyes. He turned to the other two Caucasian males and said, "You two are going to help me with the guy."

They got the girl out of the trunk and loaded her into a dark green Willard and they took the black male and began to tie him up. "We need to keep him tied up and unconscious," Neto said as he left to go get the last victim. "His role in all this will be a little more complex than the other two since he's a dude..."

Neto began to drive back to the college. He saw the third female get out. An Asian female wearing a pair of black pants and a white blouse.

He followed her as she drove away from the university wanting to get more into a secluded area. He kept his distance as he drove. They drove for a ways and she stopped on the side of the road on a mostly empty street. He pulled up alongside her to see she was talking on the phone to somebody in Vietnamese. He fired two darts into her neck as she had the window down. She tried to cry out but he got her by surprise. She passed out soon and he got her out of the car and into the trunk. He began to drive back to Patrick. He got a text from Ivan indicating he had done what he had asked and then some.

Neto wondered what this meant. He pulled up to the spot and he got out. "All right, fool, last one. Now what do you got for me?"

Patrick grinned. "Well done. Now here ya go."

He handed him a slip of paper withh an address on it. "Orale..."

He got in the car and began to drive to where it was. "Alison Trueblood, huh?" He had a good twenty minute drive ahead of him. He put the radio on and the song Jupiter by Tito & Tarantula played as he drove. After a tedius twenty minutes he arrived. He got to the FIB agent's house and began to jimmy the lock. He was extra qquiet about it. He got inside and slowly walked inside. He could hear a woman's soft snoring. He walked into her room, silent as a ninja, something h had learned to be over the years. He stood over the sleeping white woman. He didn't know if she was a light or heavy sleeper but it didn't matter. She wasn't waking up now. He stood over her and pulled his cell ut. He took a picture of himself standing over her bed. She looked like a sleeping angel. Unlike Ana, she didn't seem like the type who would be with somebody like Mark. Though she was a different race, she reminded him of someone from a different part of his life. A part of him that hurt. He didn't like that.

He aimed his pistol at thwe obvlivious sleeping woman. All it would take was a single shot and he could make sure she never looked pretty again. Of course that would mean he would have to kil;l Mark which would also mean having to kill Ana and Marco and Charlie. He wanted to kill Marco and Charlie anyway but picking them off one by one was easier than trying to have all of them come at him. He took another picture, this time of him standing over her with the gun on her. The redheaded woman did not stir aside from the rise and fall of her belly as she slept. He left the room as quietly as he had entered and soon was out of fhe house and back in his car. He sent the pictures to Lester in a text and asked Lester to send them to Mark preferably doing so from an encrypted blocked number.

Now he decided to drive to Lincoln Parish. He wanted to go check on Adayh who had gotten a pretty bad beat down from the youngest Roman.

1 Day Later

Sawyer and Regina arrived at the scene of a murder. "What do we got?" Asked Sawyer. "Deceased white female, aged 20. She was raped and strangled."

"Any leads?" Asked Locke. " We got one of her dorm room mates over there. Said she was last seen with one of her class mates. Daruis Roux."

"I know him. He's a good kid. He's from the 3rd. He got outta there."

"Well it doesn't look like he was such a good kid after all..." Observed awyer. "You know what? Not today, all right?" The ebony police officer stated. "I am not in the mood for yoir racist bullshit. Just because a black man and a white woman were seen together doesn't mean that he was the one that raped her or killed her."

"I'm just considering a large possibility. We both know 80% of crimes involving whites and blacks re black commited against whites. And somehow we're the racist ones?"

"You might want to read a book. A history book it might do you some good," He replied, "Yeah that was history this is the present. Black on black crin is a tragedy of poverty, right? White on black, it's a racist problem in society. But if it's blacks killing white college students, then it's just, what, frustration at inequalities in society? Let me guess, Regina. They can't be racist cause they don't have instituional power. Not even when they attack us 'crackers' for being in their neighborhoods."

"Don't put words in my mouth," She warned him. "And we don't know that he was killed by Darius or ven a black male at all. Black on white crime or not whether we kill ya'll more or not there's still an 80% chance one of ya'll got her."

A beat cop with the NAPD chuckled, "Not with the companhy I hear she likes to keep," Regina said, "Excuse me? That is her boyfriend right overthere," She said beckoning to a Caucasian male in a sports jacket. "All right, Regina, let's give you the benefit of the doubt. He didn't kill her he didn't rape her. Why didn't he protect her from whoever did? If they were together, the gentlemen's thing to do would be to walk a lady back to her ca."

"And you fancy yourself a gentlemen? So you'd have walked me to my car?" Sawyer smiled. "I would but you strike me as the type who would get offended by a man walking her to her car or even holding doors open," He then asked, "Where is this Darius , anyway?"

"He hasn't been seen in a couple of days either. Could be on the lamb. Maybe he is worth looking into. We'll put out a bolo for him too."

Lincoln Parish

Creek Reservation

He sat on a couch with Adayh watching TV but the larger man had fallen asleep. Just then, the door burst open and four people emerged. He saw Mark, Lee, Buck and Jimmy. "You thought that shit was real funny, didn't you?!" Mark roared as he swung a baseball bat at Neto striking him ijn the side of the arm. "NOBODY MESSES WITH MY GIRL! NIBODY MESSED WITH LINK EITHER!" Adayh woke up and tried to go for hius gun but Lee had a 9mm trained on him. "Don't even think about it!"

Mark went to swing at Neto again but the Mexican tackled him a rage and they went sprawling across the living room. Neto threw a hard right into Mark's face. Mark countered with a jabn to the stomach. Lee also began to rush him too kicking him in the side and Jimmy and Buck began joining in. Neto got to his feet coming up swinging despite the bonbardment of blows hitting his face. He head butted Jimmy in the face and the man bled instantly and Neto hit him as hard as he could and caused his bloody nose to break and sent the red haired Caucasian male flying back. "Cherry headed motherfucker!"

Lee grabbed Neto from behind and Mark began to punch him. Neto took fiuve blows from Mark and Mark busted his li open and caused a cut on his left cheek and Buck hit him as hard as he could too but the tyounger man was not as strong and it didn't seem to faze him so he grabbed the bat. "Hit him, Bucky!" Mark encouraged. Neto backed into the wall ramming KLee off of him and Buck swunbg the bat at him and Neto barely dodged it and he grabbed the bat and pulled it forward causing the white kid to stumble head first into the wall.

Mark yelled, "Fuck off!" As he threw a punch as Neto's nose being careful to not hit his forehead. Neto head butted him directly in the forehead and drove a knee into his stomach. "Fuck do you mean fuck off?! This is a fight! It aint your house!" Neto hit him with a roundhouse to the face and Mark's nose was bleeding and so was the left side of his face. Lee hit Neto from behind with a kick to the back and send him sprawling. The spry Asian jumped onto his back and began pounding the back of his head. He turned Neto around and started hitting him in the mouth the nose, the jaw but one of his punches did hit his forehead and he hurt his hand on it. He stood up kicking Neto in the sideand the other three began kicking him too like it was a jump in. Neto covered his head best as he could but they kicked and kicked. "Brothers..." Began Mark.

"Stand...!" Added Lee

"United!" Jimmy growled as he kicked him in the ribs. Buck wailed hhim in the side with the bat and yelled, "BITCH!" Adayh stood up from the courch tackling them to knock them off but Mark took advantage of him still being wounded and he threw him off towards the couch and he hit the ground yard and he yelled, "Sit your big ass down, we'll get to you in a minute."

Neto had time to get up, however. He stood up and punched Buck with only half his strength in the face. It was enough to knock the youth unconscious. "Bucky!" Cried Jimmy as he ran at Neto again. He swung two blows at the side of Neto's face. Net caught his arm this time and flung him to the ground knocking the wind out of him. Mark threw a hard jab to Neto's abdomen and followed up with a kick to the stomach and Neto almost fell overbut he caught his leg and flung him to the floor. Neto body slammed him and began bombarding him with punches. He hit him about eight times ery hard imn the face before Lee kicked him off. Neto yelled, "You fucking baby killer!"

Mark spat blood, "Fuck you talking about?!" Lee threw a hard punch and he caught Neto in his already bleeding cheek and caused it to bleed more but Neto caught his arm and flipped him to the ground after blocking and reversing a punch from his other arm. Neto delivered a series of blocks and counter blows dropping Lee to the ground he kicked him hhard in the ribs cracking one of them. "You can stand united...you're also gonna fall united..." He growled reaching for his machete but Mark fired a shot knocking the blade from his hand. Jimmy and Mark tackled Neto Jimy did his best to hold him down. Mark fired a shot into his chest but he had a vest on. "Who the fuck wears a vest to watch TV?!" Asked Jimmy as he tried to keep the stronger man from getting up.

"Help me get his vest off!" Yelled Mark. Lee weakly got to his feet and helped Jimmy pin him and the three got his vest off as he struggled. Mark carried a hunting knife and he said, "I think it's time for the saint of death to be dead!" He stabbed Neto in the chest and Neto cried out in pain as he did. "This is for Victor and Miller, punk!"

Neto gasped in pain. "I'm just getting started!" Just then, he was hit from behind in the back of the head by the Creek warrior who had managed to get his pistol. He clobbered Mark hard and snarled, "That was for your little chair match you surprised me with..." Mark tried to get up but was dazed. Lee went to grab his shotgun but Adayh fired at him and told him, "NO!" Just then the Creek felt a Handgun at the back of his head. "Put your gun down, now," Said a low and throaty female voice. Neto saw Ana had a gun to the back of his head. "You're the ones in the wrong here," The larger man said.

"That's a matter of opinion," Ana stated. Just then, they heard a shotgun racked and they looked to see Mai standing there with a Benelli M3 trained at Ana's head. "you're fast but do you think you're fast enough to dodge a shotgun? This fight is over. This has gone on long enough. You're supposed to be babysitting Mark and instead you're encouraging his degenerate behavior. At least I'm here to bring Neto back home."

Neto groaned, "My home..is Chiapas...y Yucatan...but I can't go back..."

Lee spat, "Well you sure as fuck can't stay here! You've worn out your welcome."

Ana smirked. "I've seen you with Handguns, Rifl;es, Assault Rifles and Machine Guns and I have to admit you're good with all of them but I've never seen you with a shotgun. You really think you're faster than me?"

"I wouldn't really have to be at this range," The Vietnamese American replied, "But yeah, I'm a surgeon with this thing."

Ana challenged, "You think you can take me on without a gun?" Mai said, "I'm willing to try if you keep these three away from Neto and Adayh. Netop's going to need medical treatment," Neto wa breathing in a fucked up way. The Creek observed, "He has a collapsed lung."

Ana dropped her Handgun and Mai dropped her shotgun. The Creek warrior pulled Neto to one side of rthe room while Le and Jimmy helped Mark up and they pulled the unconscious Buck to the other side. "Why? Neto's the more danggerous one. He just knocked a kid out."

"Yeah wel that says more about your boy toy than him. Shouldn't bring children to an adult's fight," Mai lunged at Ana and Ana caught her right hook and flung her aside hittinh her with a karate chop in the back. Mai followed up with an eblow which Ana also caught but this was her faking what her actual move was. Mai drove her knee into Ana's belly and followed up with a left jab. Mai tried to throw another punch buit Ana flung her aside and she kicked the Vietnamese American woman in the back. "I decided I'm tired of waiting for you to beat around the bush," Ana stated. "You're clearly not doing your job. So Neto's coming with me. He threatened a federal agent. He also is responsible for multiple other casualties. I'm going to get him to talk."

Mai begged to differ. "You aren't taking him."

They exchanged punches and kicks again, Ana caught a kick from Mai and she kickred her other leg out from under her dropping her to her knees and she followed up with a strike to Mai's face busting her lip open. Mai head butted Ana in the stomach winding the Chinese American and she followed up with a punch to the face and the IAA agent's lip bled next. Ana smiled and then did a spin kick catching Mai off guard sending her hitting the wall. Ana threw another kick and Mai barely dodged but it did crack the wall. Mai used the opening and punched the IAA agent in the groin. The woman doubed over and Mai went to kick her but Ana caught her leg and flung her over. She grabbed her by the hair with a smile. "After all these years since I seen you, you still like touching my pussy, huh? Still think about it?" Mai's face grew hot and she said, "Shut up...!" Ana grinned and evily said, "I missed you too," And she licked the side of her face.

Lee raised his eyebrows. "Am I missing something?" Mai drove her elbow into Ana's face. She got up and delivered a haymaker to the Chinese woman's face followed by a bolo punch. She kicked er in the stomach and stood over her. "This ends now!" Ana smiled. "Sure. But first, catch..." She tossed her sunglasses at Mai who caught them on instinct but she knew it was a mistake. They flashed and blinded her as well as everyone else temporarily. Ana grabbed the pistol and loaded it back up pointing it at Mai.

She told Lee to grab his shotgun. Just then, they saw red and blue lights flashing and Jimmy said, "Shit! The cops are here!" Seeral reservation police were outside with Handguns and shotguns. A few had Rifles too. The police chief said, /"You're tressspassing on soverign land! Come out with your hands up!" Lee looked and he aw at least twenty people outside with guns. Though most were cops he saw a few civilians both men and women carrying shotguns and Rifles ranging from 25-45. "You're all under arrest!"

Lee said, "Fuck him we can take thm we faced worse!" Mai replied, "Ana...you know better than that. Sure you've faced worse odds but you're also down to three shooters. You, Lee and Jimmy. You have a wounded man and an uncoscious kid. They might only be cops but they've got you surrounded. You might kill a few of them but you'd all be killed too. You're not wearing a vest. You even know when you're outmatched."

Meska was even out there and he had a shotgun. "We don't want any trouble from any of you! But you are on oyr land and you did break into a house and discharge a firearm!"

Mai told her, "I can get all of you bailed out if you promise to not tresspass on the reservation. Not without permission. I didn't come without permission. Neither should you."

Ana said, "Fine. But this isn't over. We've only postponed this. As long as Neto is a potential terrorist we'll be watching him."

Each of them were arrested. As they arrived at the jail, Mark was taken to be examined for his head while Lee, Jimmy and Buck stayed behindin a cell. They were seperated from the others who were mostly Native most of them very tall in stature looking at them menacing.y. The tribal officer in charge, a brown skinned Creek man who wore a uniform but unlike most rez cops, had long hair said, "You better not starrt any shit in here. Or I will integrate the jail."

Lee had his eyes on the TV and he saw that there was a story on some blonde girl who had been raped and murdered. It said they had a suspect in custody.

Meanwhile, while Neto, Adayh and Mai had not been arrested, Neto had to go into surgery due to his lung.

Two Days Later

Patrick, and two of his disciples, Sean and Luke were after the man known as Darius. They had released him and he was disoriented in a park but had no idea who had kidnapped him. He was now asking strangers what time it was and where he was. Patrick told the other two Caucasians, "Remember, we gotta sound convincing,"

They puilled up and snatched him into the van and began beating him mercilessly. Sean yelled, "You like raping and killing white girls, nigger?!" He hit him with a crow bar breaking his left arm while Luke punched him again and again. They beat him until he was bloodty and pulled over. Patrick got out and Darius said, "I didn't...I swear...she's dead...? No..."

Patrick nodded. "Yep. By the way, this might sting a little bit..." He held a knife in one hand and a shirt in the other.

Meanwhile

Sawyer had just finished eating and was brought his bill along with a napkin with a cute brunette waitresses number on it. He left her a $20 tip and went outside. He got a call from Regina and answered, "Yes?"

"Sorry to bug you on your day off but they just caught the guy. You were wrong about who he ewas but...you guessed the race right. It was a guy named Warren Little. His semen was found at the scene."

"Did ya'lll arrest him yet?"

"Just did."

Just then a van pulled up and a body was tossed out. Sawyer saw a masked man, no, two. He dropped the phone nd unholstered his weapon. "NAPD! Freeze!" He yelled. One of them had a sawed off shotgu and fired at him. "1488, brother! WHOO!" They fired the secon barrel. He returned fire from the cover of a dark red Sultan. He fired off five shots and one of them wounded the man with the shotgun in the left arm./ He told the waitress to call 911 and he also got on the cell phone and called it in telling Regina what was going on. The male was a black male and he recognized it was Darius, whom he had suspected was the one that had done it. The man had beeen castrated and beaten badly and he had on a confederate flag t shirt. He "Just hang on, son. You're gonna make it..."

Two Hours Later

He and Regina were at the hospital. They had found out that all though Darius was a friend to Tricia, he had never dated her or a any other Caucasian girl he had only ever dated blackgrls but more than that, he was gay. It was just all his ex's had been black. His boyfriend was a gay Caucasian male with blonde hair in frosted tips and blue eyes. He wore a bright green vest and orange pants. The surgeon came out and broke news to the man and he started breaking down. Regina asked Sawyer, "You said they found markings on him too, right?"

Sawyer nodded. "They carved a Swastika into his back."

"Jesus! They didn't even wait to see that we already caught the guy to do something?"

Even Sawyer despite his dislike of blacks, saw this as wrong. Any cop in New Arcadia such as himself, even if trhey went into this job with the best intentions, could and would be jaded by the streets of the wards and start to develop prejudice after seeing attrocities of gang violence. But just as sickening as it had been to sometimes see little girls killed by strays in shootouts, this was just as gruesome. Especially if the boy was queer. "So we got two deaths within days of each other. This is gonna cause a shit storm."

"I know," Regina said. Despite their antagonism towards each other they had common ground in the dread they felt. "I aint looking forward to it."

4 Days Later

Patrick had before gotten a sperm sample from the sperm bank from the man they had arrested. Sean after all, worked there. They'd only needed a little bit. It didn't really matter who really did it. That it happened was enough to set the city against itself. NNow they were dropping the Asian girl off. Her name was Maya Pham. Patrick left her in a park with a bullet in the back of her skull. This time rather than a sperm bank however, hehad snuck into the 9th ward where a black gangster known as Jamal Pierce and a Caucasian friend from the neighborhood, Arnold Landsale a blonde haired blue eyed wigger, had been both getting it on. They had both had sex with their respective girlfriends in the same room. They had even possibly swung. He wasn't sure how comon this was in the hood but it was perfect. He had retrieved their condoms from the trash the next day. He had made sure to pinch out just enough around the girl;s mouth and between her legs on her thighs as if they were trying to not cum inside her.

The police would soon find her. She was not the sister of the leader of the Vietnamese gang but she was th sister of one of his soldiers. The fact that these two had been from the 9th was sure to sopark a gang war.

Now everything was set in motion. He grinned, pleased with himself.

One Week Later

Neto was out of the hospital probably a day or so sooner than he should have been but he was pissed at Mark and wanted revenge. During surgery to fix the damage to his lung, he had died for a minute on the operating table. The chief's daughter had released the air from crushing his lungs a few times before then and he was grateful to her for it. He was in front of Mark's house now. He kiced the door in. He had Cruz with him who had a mask over his face. Miguel was also there. They jumped him and Neto threw a punch while the other two kept their pistols trained on him. "Where's your friends? How's the head, baby killer?"

"I didn't have shit to do with that!" Mark growled. "You were out of line ging after Alison!" Neto sneered. "Leave it to a fucking snitch to get moralist on me. And I don't believe you. You were the last person to see Isabella...you said you'd let her go. By the way remember that trick you did getting me to overdose? You could have killed me. And I was dead for about a minute at the hospital."

"Good you fucking racist bitch...you should have stayed gone."

"Racist? Let me tell you something homes That shit we got going on in LS? That's the exception not tjeh rule Really the South Wesrt in general. I always hear you mayates sayimg how we're racist if we look at you funny or some of us won't date you. Even if there's plenty of mudshark putas that do. Or if we don't admit the Olmecs were Negro cause tey were 't But you know what you vatpos do? I looked up the eyefind statistics. Your race is eight times more likely to murder somebody from mine than the other way around. Yeah, nationwide, the FIB statistics show that in 82.5% of black on brown violence it's you killing us. Only 17.5% of the time, is it us. So you can call us monsters for taking South Central from you changos. You all started this shit and you weren't even given an order to dio it ypou just do ity on your own free will."

"Take those statistics and shove them up your ass I bet that aint even true...you just another scrap low life," He tried to make a lunge for a gun he had but Neto grabbed him and slammed his head down. "Sorry did I hury your head? Should have thought about that before jumping a guy who was already recovering from our last fight!"

Neto had a bag of heroin he poured it on the table. "I know down here, you guys like smack more than meth or even crack. Well take a whiff!" He forced Mark's head down. "No!" Mark tried to fight back but Neto forced him down. "Breathe..." He made him snort and would not stop until he did. Finally he left Mark on the floor falling over with snot on his nose as he overdosed.

As Mark was starting to lose consciousness he said, "I showed restraint unlike you. I could have killed Alison but I didn't. She doesn't deserve it. Unlike you, I can tell a difference between a hostile and a civilian. I was just showing how serious I am. Even if you survive you better not come around. You attacked Adayh, you got Tincho and Chivo deported yesterday I KNOW that was you, and you burned Felix. You have to be stopped."

He left. Meanwhile two minutes later, Alison came home. She spotted Mark on the floor bloodied and saw he had overdosed but she knew it was not his doing. "NO!" She cried. She tried to revive him. She got the medical kit from her bathrom but she didn't have any adrenaline. Sghe carried him outside and loaded him into the car. She tried calling Lee, Ana, Jimmym, Regina, each person was either not answerting or went to voice mail. In Ana's case she got a busy tone. "Shit!" She had no choice. She dialed Sawyer. "Hello?"

"Sawyer! It's Alison. I need serious help...I just found Mark on my floor he bverdosed I think somebody drugged him."

"What..drugged him with what?!" She sobbed as she drove. "Don't you have any adrenaline?! I domn't have any...I need to bring him back...I think it was heroin..."

"Wait a minute are you on a cell phone? Talking about heroin? Who are you? I don't know you. How did you get this number? Never call here again. Prank caller prank caller!" He hung up. She still sped to his house. She pulled up out in front of his place carrying Marcus's heavy body and she banged on the door. Sawyer answered and he said, "Jesus, you brought him here?!" A brunetee woman was wearing just one of his shirts and black underwear. She asked. "What happened? Who is that?!"

"He overdosed!" Sawyer told her, "Look can you go get my first aid kit out of the bathroom and bring me a red sharpie pen?"

She did as he asked and they opened up Mark's shirt. He drew a circle over his chest plate and got the adrenaline ready. "All right just syay calm," Sawyer said trying to assure her. "Now what you're gonna do is stab him through the chest plate and plunge the needle into him. One good stab. It has to get through."

"You're askig me to?" The teary eyed redhead asked. "Alisom Trueblood, the day I show up at your place with an overdosed junkie I'll inject them."

She said a silent prayer and injected him with it. Mark sat up gasping. After several minutes rthey calmed him down and he was able to communicate again. "What happened?" She smacked his arm. "Damn you don't you scare me like that again!" She whimpered. He hugged her and her tears wet his cheeks. "I'm sorry...it was Neto...he did this...he said he died duringsurgery and they brought him back...this was revenge...I'm gonna make him hurt for trhis."

Alisomn said, "No! I'm tired of this. It's bad enough we got a serial killer on the loose and now tensions mounted up from these last couple of weeks with those three other murders...I don't want to lose you...you two were supposed to have a truce..."

"The only way I aint killing that bitch is if he leaves town. NOW."

"Promise m you're going to stop the violence I can't lose you, Mark...I love you..." Sawyer rolled his eyes. "I love you too..." He kissed her. Sawyer said, "Graeat you love each other now would you two please get the fuck outta my house?!"

They left smiling and Mark hugged her close one more time and brushed a strand o hair from her face. "Hey...I appreciate you taking care of me when I had my concussion. You and Ana both," He frowned. "Why wasn't she here?"

She was uncertain and the look in her eyes reflected it. "I don't know,. I'm sure she had a good reason. It was a busy signal...this all happened so fast...I was just out to get some groceries so we could finally cook together...you promised me more of those home cooked meals and I wanted to show you what I could do..."

"Sounds good," He said. "But mayhbe just for tonight we can order takeout? I'm not feeling good..."

She drove him home and she was not going to let go of him for the rest of the night but she still wondered just where Ana had been.

Later as they lay in bed, Mark had told her what had happened. That Neto thought he had killed a baby. "Did you?" She asked him softly. "No...I was horrified when I found out. I don't know who really did that...I mean...I spared her so..when they did that they were undermining me. I could never kill a child...but Neto didn't know that..."

hHe suddenly began to tremble. "What;'s wrong...?"

"I saw something...when I was gone for those minutes..." She asked, "What is it?" He said nothing but he buried his head in her chest and she put a hand in his hair holding him close. He fell asleep to the sound of her heartbeat.

Meanwhile

Neto and Mai were on their way back to LS on a plane. "You killed him?" She asked. Neto shrugged. "I think so but then that assshole has an unnatural abvility to cheat death. To cheat me."

"This isn't funny. I got those charges against Ana and them dropped and she said they would let us leave but that she couldn't do anything about any agents who might be watching you if you are up to something. Now's the time for you to be a good boy."

Just then, she got a phone call from Ana. "Hold on..."

She talked to her a minute and then got off. "She heard about what you did. Mark was clinically dead for about three minutes . But they saved him. She's not too thrilled. She said she's goin to hold up her end of the deal and not come after Paul or anybody else from your neigjborhood but there's another problem. Did you ask Ivan to to kill some Trinity's in Liberty City and Alderney?"

"Yeah, why? It was over Marco killing a baby."

"Well, it seems like he went farther than he needed to. Ivan's till in Liberty and I'm gonna need to let him know he needs to get out of there. He managed to piss Ana off and Marco. So any heat you may have had on you, well at least you're leaving. Mark might still try and get revenge on your homies in New Arcadia but you are going to stay the fuck away from there. Let things cool down. She's going to encourage a truce. Who knows if he'll be for it? But Ivan just brought down a world of trouble on hiself. I can help you but I might not be able to help him. He needs to get to LS. So when we land you need to tell him to come home. I didn't think it was possible to piss off people in high places more than you but it turns out Devlin has wanted Ivan dead for over twenrty years too."

Neto said, "I just told him to kill a few Trinity's. I didn't tell him to do anything more than that. If he went beyond that I don't control it."

They both sat in silence wondering just what all Ivan had done out there and what kind of shit storm he had brought upon himself. Neto broke the silence, "There's one other thing...he brought Packie with him too."

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Rolando Molina is the visual basis for Cricket

Demetrius Navarro is the visual basis for Perico

Catalina Sandino Moreno is the visual basis for Panchita

Peseta is LA barrio slang for punk.

The Vietnamese girl who was killed Maya is visually based on Jing Tian

Pocos Pero Locos are based on the Vatos Locos paisa gang in NYC. While Vato Locos means crazy dudes or crazy guys poco peo locos means Few But Crazy which was teh name of one of the rap groups associated with Chin Grande which honestly you can't tell me that doesn't sound like the name of a gang. It screams gangster.

Also the blonde girl is visually based on the porbstar Allie James her background as far as Patrick described is due to her doing a lot of IR scenes though the first scene i ever saw her in she was fucking her "Dad" who was lonely since her mom had died and she fucked him in exchange for him lettingt her go to a country concert. I mean I don't think too many minnenial girls would want to ask to go to a country concert but whatever at least it's the right genre for incest. Oddly enough theree was a blonde girl i used to kmow that looks a lot like her and had mostly dated black guys as far as i know but my exz at the time suspected her of trying o hit on me over faceblook I didn't think it was true i mean I domn't even like blomndes and if that is what it was I was oblivious but anyway the reason I had that method of death, IE strangulation is because i saw this other scene Allie James did where some guy breaks in and it's staged as a rape porno so she's pretending to be a victm to appeal to the rape fantasy fetish except at the end of the video even though it's obviously not real theguy strangles her to deatjh. It's pretty dark and even if a lot of people et off to rape fantasies (Many men plus one inb four womnen) if you find even fake scenes of dead chicks hot you need help.

That's like this hentai i saw on Resident Evil girls it was like Ada, Jill Shea and Claire and they were all lynched oh yeah and Sherry too and they were all nude and had pissed themselvews so basically somebody thought dead nude chicks hanging peeing themselves is sexy. Just what the fuck.

Maria is visually based on Nata Rivera from Glee who was also on Fresh Prince Of Bel Air, 11 episodes of the bernie Mac show and CSI Miami. She dated Big Sean before so it's not a stretch to say she'd be a previous love interest to Marco. To zilla im not trying to like write Marco's backstory for you per say and I didn't have Ivan go after anyone like Ana or Devlin or Charlie any of your oc's I'm just I guess imnbventing a way that Ivan could do a blow against Marco so I guess you can cakll this girlfriend in the fridge trope. I mean his backstory is still yours to largely build up but you've mostly left out a lot of details about his past i mean even the bit about his family was told by me first storuywise though i got it from you so just like i glossed over the resteraunt robbery and you filled in the blanks I was doing that here.

It doesn't have to really have a major aspect of his character i'm just saying this would be a way to get under his skin unless he's a robot which no man is. It's a pretty horrific way to die the way Maria did.

Anyway, this just probably now will get him to hate Ivan more than Neto. Really Mark still has more reason to hate Neto than Marco Marco is just some guy who stepped into a fight that wasn't his to get involved in. And yeah I did have Ivan show the parents of Ana he won't go after them just like Ana and co won't go after Paul or Nata or Gata it's more to show he too can get access to stuff on them and this was more of a way to punish Marco cxause Neto has had more run ins with him plus the baby thing.

Which leads me to my next point. Neto does not actually know that Patrick killed Isabella and he doesn'tr know that Mark is blameless either. The reason he assumes Mark is is because of the circumstances of Cheetah's death. I know Mark will later let him know he had nop part of this but Neto dowsn't know that as of yet and he assumes Mark went back on his word here is what Neto basically thinks Mark did he thinks Mark said he wouldn't kill her and technically didn't but he thinks Mark had Marco and Charlie do it so that he did kill her but echnically he didn't phsysically do it he think Mark is using a loop hole. As miuch as he doesn't like Patrick and thids was a one time job for him he agrees that Patrick's method would lead to more tension and take some of the heat off La Raza.

I'll let Zilla handle more of teh backlash on that but if the Vietnamese do retailate idk what tactics would be used against them i assume immigration same as brown.

I didn't show it but I did reference it that Tincho and Chivo got deported follwing the violence I was intending on having it be Mark that caused that but if Zilla wants it can be someone else who did. Still, Neto believed he would.

Anyway, Patrick is basically framing people for three different murders all though in the case of Darius it kust looks like a retaliation skinhead atack where as with the two girls he used sperm from unsuspecting men to stage a rape scene. I'm sure they may learn that this didn't really happen this way but initially media and public reaction is otcry before people hear all the facts so I imagine Patrick doing what he did would start a shit storm.

As far as Packie being there, by 2014 I will have had all 5 of them meet I didn't show how they wil but next chapter I will. Also I stalled on the rez thing and Paul's threeway but I will next chapter I just wanted to get this upated.

Also I didn't show Ivan going after Willy I more implied it off screen basically he would have found Willy the leader of the Northwood Dominican Drug Dealers and had him go against fifteen to twenty shooters and kidnap Willy himself. I can either write that next chapter and have him do it out of liniar but have it be he did it after the shootout in Northwood or since me and Zilla 2000 have both written for each others characters give him an oppurtunity to write for Ivan I really don't care either way it's juist an option.

I know Neto was going to leave the area soon and I found out a little lat that Zilla was doing a certain Azteca twist within the 4th ward and he wanted Neto to get them back for this but I was under the impression he would ha e to wait six months after Neto left so I had Neto leave I mean if this creates conflict with your story you can let me know and I can try and edit it to fit it. But i would assume with this 4th ward antagonist we would have waited longer before Neto goes after him unless you just planned on having the actual murder that sets shit off happen.

Anyway Patrick as well as Sawyer and Regina are allcharacters in New Arcadia I hope I got them right. And yes the overdose sscene was based on Pulp Fiction and a reference to SA that referenced that scene. Basically all though Neto almost just killed Mark because Mark almost killed him, I wanted to show how close he came.

Also I wanted to show from earlier in 2013, Ivan waking up imn thehospiral to Cris Formage a cut scene you see online when wasted by another player.

Anyway this was a pretty dark chapter so I hope you all enjoyed it. I was gonna make it longer but this is already pretty long. Next chapter Ivan does the trade off in 2013 for the Carson OG, Neto goes to avenge Tiny I'll show what happened with Packie in his 2006 flashback, the rest of the heist that Paul got excluded from plus Pauls rez mission and maybe a flasghback or two. Oh and the lemon. Of course. I;'ll also show just how they met Packie in 2013. I just didn't have time. If I had done all that it would be like 40,000 words. Anyway.

Till next time.