Ivan
They drove to the helipad while Paul and Mai were driving to Vespucci Beach. "So...about before..."
"Forget it, homes. It'd done with...I heard about what happened to your homegirl. I didn't have shit to do with it..."
"I know. I was just going to try and apologize if you'd l;et me talk. Maybe I overreacted and it's true you didn't try and kill me. And I understand that you lost a friend to the Ballas. I just want you to understand that they're people too. They laugh and cry the same as you and your friends in Rancho do. Leela...she was a good friend to me."
"Yeah, well I was out trying to rescue a homegirl of my own from getting turned out by bikers."
"Yes, I heard. Mai and Paul went along too. I would have went with you, you know."
"No you wouldn't," Neto said. "You were at Leela's funeral," Ivan sighed. Santa Muerte added, "It's not a problem. Just forget it, alright? When I say forget i we should forget it, vato. It's water under the bridge."
"You're not very good at human interactions are you?" Asked the Russian. "Neither are you, juero. Neither are you. You run cold I run hot. Both got their advantages and disadvantages," Ivan chuckled. "What does that make Paul and Mai?"
"Moderate. Both of them. But Paul leans closer to hot from the middle and Mai is closer to cold. She's just warmer than you are and Oso, he might not be as cold as you or Mai but he's at least sometimes more calculated than me. I aint no dummy either, ese. I can make a plan. I'm just spontaneous. It's like the difference between a vato that makes PLANS to go on a date with a woman and a guy that says on the spot, hey let's go and do something que no?"
As Ivan had the song Nothing Else Matters by Metallica played on Channel X. They pulled the car up to the helicopter.
Ivan asked, "You want to drive or me?" Neto told him, "I can fly a chopper."
Neto had for weapons, an HK416, two Glock 18's and his Rifle he had used among the Zapatistas. Ivan had an AA-12 and a Dragunov Sniper Rifle.
Mai
They got into the boat with Paul driving it. Though Mai had known how to fly airplanes and helicopters and he was only just starting to learn, that was omne thing he knew that she didn't. After all, between her home in South Yankton and her tour overseas surrounded by sand, there wasn't exactly much need for sand where as Paul had spent pretty much all of his life on the east coast always living close to water. She was about as good with boats as Paul was with planes.
"The yacht is moored down the coast off Del Perro."
The waves were giving serious pushback as Paul drove. They both got wet. "Good thing these headsets are water proof," Paul chuckled and Mai let out a squeal upon being splashed. "This is good. You're inbound, We need you to coordinate your attacks from above and below, okay? And when you're on board, clear the boat and get all the packages from the cabins and below deck."
They soon arrived and Paul readied his weapon. He fired the AK as he parked the boat striking a security guard of African American descent instantly. He hit the man with seven rounds in his massive chest and though he seemed like he may not go down, he fired at his face and watched the man's skin turn from black to red as his forehead oozed from the entrance wound and brains splattered on the wall.
Maio saw two more coming, a man of Mexican American descent, and a Caucasian male with red hair and a thick beard, both built in size. She fired her M4A1 striking the first with a three round burst to the left knee. As the man fell over, she fired another burst into his throat and blood sprayed from his wound like a geyser. "You've got an Eve's apple now, baby..." She said and she fired the M26 striking the other male in the abdomen. The round hit him in the center of the gut and he fell against the wall crying out.
Neto was flying the red helicopter aboard. Ivan screamed, "You heard what Ron said! We need to pick some of them off from the air so don't land yet!"
Neto told him, "I think either Ron or Trevor left it behind cause look what they left for you to work with, homes! Let er rip! Oso and La Chinita need our help."
Ivan saw it. It was a PKM. He spotted several armed frat boys on the top deck who were trying to fire down at Paul and let them have it with a twenty round burst. The first frat boy, a Caucasian male with blonde hair and a pair of shades wearing beach shorts and a muscle shirt took five rounds in the stomach and he fell overboard.
"On budet kormit' morskikh sushchestv!" Yelled Ivan. "Pervyy raz mal'chik pokhozh na nego bespoleznoye Tysyacheletnem ne imeyet nikakogo smysla!"
(He'll feed the sea creatures! First time a useless millennial boy like him has any meaning!)
Neto circled around and Ivan raked the PKM taking out another frat boy, this one, a muscular shirtless African American who had grown up in the suburbs of Rockford Hills and had joined a frat at the University Of Los Santos. He struck the man in his pectoralis major and the man fell with a cry as blood gushed from his ripped tissue and flesh mangled before his eyes. The security guards fired up at the chopper but not to much avail.
Paul and Mai made it up the stairs and Paul fired his Rifle striking a security guard in the face with five rounds obliterating the man's right ear with the last round. "The packages are in the cabins and below deck. Clear the guys, get in there and pick em up!"
Paul emptied his magazine as four guards fired into him striking him with ten rounds from each Rifle. Paul fell over but had still fired. He wounded all four of them but had killed none of them. He caught his breath reloading angrily about to go deal with them but Mai quickly ran up finishing each of them off with a shot from the M26. "It's not about revenge, bro. It's about business, remember?"
Paul stood up grumbling, "Yeah, right..."
She had to reload the shotgun and he got his pas 12 ready firing as they came further into the boat. He struck a frat boy who wore only swimming trunks in the face as he fired two blind shots from cover around the side of a door. Mai saw a second frat boy coming with a G36 which he fired at Paul but she nailed the man with twelve rounds from her MP7 hitting the man in the stomach with five rounds, the chest with four rounds and the throat with three. The frat boy fell over choking on his blood. "You know I did a coup[le years at the university in Liberty," Paul began as he grabbed the coke. "They tried to fuck with me. Mocked me cause I was against mascot appropriation, mocked me cause I didn't want to join a frat, cause I didn't drink. I ended up kicking their asses. But the truth is, once the realized I wasn't somebody you could fuck with, that a kid from the ghetto could fuck up a muscle bound jock, they just moved onto somebody else. I wish I had just killed all those motherfuckers."
"What's all that got to do with them?" Asked Mai. "You think these douche bags aren't picking on the nerds in college? Sure, college is better for the outcasts than High School is but these assholes just moved on from Football jock to Frat Boy. Add a serious drinking problem to these bitches and their college football teams and you've basically explained the only difference between a jock and a frat boy. Same douche bags in Varsity jackets. Same sports cars to overcompensate for a little dick. I even saw one guy in a Monster. Same blonde bimbo cheerleader with a single digit IQ."
"Man, you REALLY do hate hate football players don't you. Is it football too? No, really, tell me how you REALLY feel," Mai said. Paul admitted, "I do. It's a stupid sport. These cunts think they're hard cause they're doing a contact sport. They think they're hot shit more than baseball players and basketball players but you can get hurt in those too. But let's see these idiots take a hockey stick or a lacrosse stick to the face lose some teeth and see how hard they feel after a game. Or even Rugby for that matter. Football is fucking overrated."
"This wouldn't be you being Canadian talking would it?" She teased. "No. But it's true. Most of the world thinks American Football is stupid and you can hardly call it Football you only kick during penalties. When the entire world thinks you're wrong it's you who's wrong not them."
"The majority of the world has thought other things and been wrong. Just saying..."
"Yeah but these idiots aint Gallileo verus the Roman Vatican, alright? It's the douches who refuse to learn the metric system versus the rest of the world. That's a more fitting analogy."
"You know, Oso, you're the oldest young guy I ever saw. I've never had any conversations with any other 21 year olds that get this in depth."
They moved on and went down to the lower part of the boat.
Meanwhile Ivan cleared out the frat boys around the helipad and landed it just as Ivan was burning through the second magazine of the PKM. They began to descend to the lower level of the yahct to go and help Mai and Paul out. Ivan aimed at the other side of the boat catching a fraternity brother with an AK-47. He fired putting a round through his left eye shooting through his stunner shades. He had a buddy who got down at his side and Ivan fired putting a round in his chest penetrating his left lung.
Neto moved down to the lower levels and he saw the shadow of so,mebody coming around the corner. He fired the H&K striking a frat boy of about six five in the throat with six rounds. The man fell over looking almost like a deflated balloon as his tanned skin went pale as he bled out.
Baba Yaga spotted a frat boy with an MP5 firing upon Mai. He struck the woman with seventeen rounds in the abdomen. Mai fell over and the guy yelled, "Breaking onto our boat to steal?! Party foul! It's too bad you could have been one of the babes to take a pledges virginity once he became a brother!" Ivan fired the AA-12 striking the man in his diaphragm. The exposed organs reeked but he ignored it reaching with a hand to help Mai up. "Thanks..." She said, winded from getting shot. He smiled, "Don't mention it. How would I ever explain to Mr. and Mrs Thu that I was worthy of their daughters hand in marriage if I couldn't even keep her safe?"
She smiled saying, "Shut up," But she liked the joke. They made their way to get the last of the coke and she found it. Meanwhile on the outside, where Neto was he was hit by some rounds in the back as a chopper was inbound and a fly by hit him. He took two rounds in the arm and he fell over. Paul returned fire with the AK yelling, "For fuck sake do we got a rocket launcher?! I knew these trust fund babies were spoiled assholes that got their cars houses and college paid for them but their parents seriously bought them a fucking helicopter too?!"
He got to a position of cover as Mai came out returning fire with her Assault Rifle setting it to fully automatic. She took out one of the three men firing over the side striking him with six rounds in the right rib cage. The man came crashing into the water the blue water turning red as his unconscious and soon to be dead body landed.
"You know with the level of sophistication of them even having a fucking helicopter and cocaine and Rifles I would almost say they're organized enough to do cartel level operations!" Cried Mai. "Except they're too out in the open! Who the hell has a coke boat off the coast of Vespucci Beach?! Are they retarded? Are San Andrean criminals thios stupid?" She may have been from a mostly rural state without much going for it but even she knew that was stupid business. They had enough guns and money and blow plus a boat to where they could have even been smugglers if they wanted and yet instead of being wise they made it a party boat and had to be big shots with it.
"These levas are not cartel, Flora! I don't even respect the cartel but I know every last one from TJ to Culiacan would have a hell of a lot more sense than this!" He added, "Hell, if it was the Madrazo Cartel in the days I was with them, they wouldn't have even known about where we kept our stash and even if they did, TPI wouldn't have dared to steal from them and if he did, Trevor's balding head would be a sun bleached skull in the desert surrounded by buzzards!"
"Well; this is a small time coke dealer stealing from other small time coke dealers. He's unlikely t make much of an empire but it's his right to try," Ivan stated. "That's what the American dream is for, right?"
Mai then took two rounds in the left shoulder going out her back. She cried out as she was hit as the helicopter shooters hit her. She then took two more rounds in the tight leg as well as ten to the abdomen. "Mai!" Cried out Paul as he got his Sniper Rifle ready. She was in pain having a hard time standing up in fact she slipped on her own blood and fell over but she yelled, "I'll be alright! Just take him out! Remember what I've showed you!"
Ivan got his SVD ready snarling, "One Sniper is not enough! Not the way these assholes keep circling back!" He aimed firing at the man who had shot her winging him in the right shoulder. The man screamed as he fell from the chopper but he hit his head on the deck of the boat as he fell leaving a red stain and he was silenced forever as his skull was crushed and his neck broken and he fell into the water below.
Neto took twenty rounds from the third shooter who fired an M4 down at him. Most of them were protected by his military grade body armor underneath but two rounds did go through his left arm. "CHINGADA!" He cried out. He fell on his back but he sprayed up at the chopper trying to hit them even as he fired wildly. The drum magazine sprayed up at the chopper and the first forty rounds missed hitting only the tail, the windows, the doors and the cockpit despite missing the pilot and a lot of them hit nothing at all but the next ten rounds did land, striking the shooter. He hit the man with three rounds in the chest, five in the gut and one in each arm. He was not dead however. The man, a jock with sandy blonde hair in a business style hair cut that was gelled beyond what was needed, writhed on the floor of the helicopter.
His sunglasses fell off of his head and out into the ocean. "My designers...!" He cried out as he bled. Paul was drawing a bead on the cockpit aiming for the pilot. He finally saw a chance. He pulled the trigger and shot him in his trachea. The powerfuul round ripped so deep through the tissue of his throat that it had made him not only look like a pez dispenser as he sprayed blood all over the cracked windows. His neck was so destroyed that he resembled what had once been described of Martin Liuther King Jr's Injuries from the sniper bullet. It had severed his jugular vein and also several vertebrae in his spine and his spine was visible.
The wounded shooter that Neto had mortally wounded, sad this and cried out, "Jesus...Mickey...!" The chopper hit the water and exploded n impact. Paul helped Mai to her feet as he was closest to her. He helped her up to the helipad and Ivan helped Neto up but Neto said after sniffing several times, "I can walk..."
"Why do you have your knife out?" Asked Ivan. "You never know...bullets run out...knives don't..."
"Okay then..."
Ivan stated, "I'm going to fly this time! Paul you have to keep them off us! The cops are on us, man! I'm sure the coast guard will be too if we don't hurry! Take the PKM!" With that they began to lift off. Mai glared at Neto.
"Oh crap! I'm hearing all about it on the police scanner. You gotta lose the heat before you come to me!"
They had a helicopter on their tail but with some evasive maneuvering he was able to put greater distance between them as he flew over the beach. Before long, they were back in the city and had lost the heat. It was a long flight. "Mai, are you allright, girl? I want to make sure you're nit gonna bleed out on us!" Paul had gott the medical kit and was trying to keep pressure on her wounds. Neto had insisted he do that to her and that he would be alright. "Yeah...that was crazy..." She said. "All this for some bow...damned payoff better be worth it..."
"Hey it will be, homegirl. Remember, it's my ass on the line this time I funded this bitch so you're all getting paid except me up until that final touch. But I know it's gonna be a pain in the ass to knock this all outta the way so the sooner we do the better."
"It's going to be a lot more difficult once we startt to steal from the gangs!" Warned Ivan. "We have to steal from the Lost, the Vagos and the Ballas. Neto, are you sure you'd be okay with stealing from some of these men who might be your next door neighbor?"
"You mean they would be if I was still staying in Rancho. Yeah, it's not a problem, ese. As long as we don't get blamed for it and as long as the blame lands back on PI I aint worried. Are YOU going to be able to rob the Ballas? Cause I know you got attachments. Difference between us is that I aint a vago and you aint a Baller but you're choosing yoir alliegance there all the same."
He then turned to Mai saying, "And I know all about your little deal with the Da Nang Boyz. That's cool. You got your oqn cliqua to look out for you should you ever have to end up in a women's prison. But they better not think they can come try us on our block. They'll get their whole set folded."
"From what I understand, it's you who's making the wrong kind of friends at the Beach, Santa," Mai shot back. "What are you talking about? I barely go down there!"
"El Pavo? That name doesn't ring a bell? I've heard his name in some of the same sentences I've heard about you. Just bits and pieces but it made me wonder."
"We're okay with the Vagos at the beach. Doesn't mean we are with Jamestown. Tu sabes I'm cool with the vatos in Cypress Flats and El Burro Heights. I'm just not sure about Vespucci I don't care too much for those West Side rich rolling varrios and as for Rancho, it's them who has a problem with us we can't just take it on the chin. And just what kind of conversation did you hear my name in with El Pavo?"
"I'm fucking with you, Neto," She lied. "Don't you remember he came and helped you at the shootout with Foga and his crew? Those guys are enemies but El Paco's also with a barrio down the Beach that has a serious rivalry with both the Da Nang Boyz and the Psychos."
"Speaking of Psychos, didn't you start affiliating with them?" Paul asked Ivan. "I thought you had mentiomned to me that you hd."
Mai's expression changed. "Well shit," Neto said with a chuckle. "It looks like we're all walking with our foot between two doors. Me with Aztecas y los Vagos, Paul with us and Chamberlain Hills, Mai with the Da Nang Boyz and whatever else she's got going on, and Ivan with his Bravta connection plus the Tiny Psychos. I can handle with what Paul's going on and I aint just saying that cause he's my carnal. The Ballas for now are a worse enemy to Aztecas than CGF are but that could change. Bt the Psychos and Ballas and Da Nang Boyz see all South Side cliquas as the enemy. Hell, they don't even see a difference between me and Marabunta and I find that insulting!"
"You're not the only one who's allowed to have side connections, Neto. We all gotta have someone to watch out for us like you said, if we end up in prison./.." Baba Yaga echoed. "Si mon, El Cucuy but you had your Russian connection long before you got to this city and I did with VLA beore I came here. I'm just saying you gotta admit it's funny how a lot of the people we're in busimness with when we're not working together happen to be rivals. Paul's telling us shit about the Families but we haven't moved on them really yet not CGF. But that could change and it's a danger to him."
"I still agreed to it," Paul said. Neto looked at Mai. "I can even see where you're coming from with the Da Nang Boyz even if you don't got a real criminal history like the rest of us. That's who you'd want to have watching you inside but what I can't figure out is you, Cucuy,"
"Me?" Ivan narrowed his eyes as he flew over downtown. "Why?" Neto told him, "Cause the Markovich Family is one thing and that's about all you'l;l ever really need if you get locked up. Me and Paul, we're doing the double alliance thing and yeah it's more about business with Paul v even if he is friends with that kid and Lamar. With me, the Vagos are our comaradas. At least in the pen spo that's hand in hand. With Mai, hell she's actually only really affiliated with one clique so maybe she's smarter than us in that sense. But you? What do you think the Ballas or the Psychos would be able to do for you if you went inside?"
"Like you said, it's business. You have to diversify for success and with the Ballas I get access to one kind of narcotics I can run on th street, with the Psychos they have better wholesale access to another kind. I know your guys are specializing in cocaine but me and the Brotherhood are well stocked in blow, but we can always do with more heroin. Plus crack cocaine for the more urban clients."
"What are you trying to say? Like guys from Rancho? Or Stawberry?" Asked Paul. "No not just them but it is true poor people do it more. You should know this already from your time in Liberty City and probably in Canada too I don't know if crack is big up there but I know meth and smack is. It doesn't matter who wants it. To be honest, some of the homeless in Mission Row would want it too. Former veterans of foreign wars disenfrenchised by the VA. By the way this country's VA is a joke," Ivan said. "As far as a first world country goes."
Mai, though they had done alright by her with the GI Bill, she knew of other people she had served with that had not had it so easy. "You got me there..." She said, not wanting to argue as she was still in pain.
"Hey, is there somewhere we canget these two patched up? Your boss got any connects, bro?" Paul asked Ivan. "Yes but we have to meet Ron at the warehouse and that could have us a ways out."
Neto told him, "I know somebody. This crazy ruca named Keyla. Her man's a doctor. He can help us out I think...let me call her really quick..."
"Why do you have her phone number when she's in a relationship and it's the man who's the doctor?" Demanded Ivan. "Shhh...I need to be able to her her..."
"Keyla? What's up? Yeah it's Neto...listen I need a favor. I got hurt in a gunfight and I was wondering if you could get your sancho to help us out? I know he works off the clock sometimes and helps with trauma and other shit. Yeah, me and my room mate...okay fine he's not your sancho I know what he is, calmate it was a joke! Yeah I know I am...but it's all the same to me que no? What's the difference? Same thing gets done."
Mai found herself wondering the same thing Ivan did and he wondered what the girl on the other end was saying. Sancho, from what she had learned from Neto meant like a male side piece while sancha was a female but if he was saying the doctor was only a sancho she didn't know what good that would do any of them as he might not even be willing to help strangers. Luckily, the Saint Of Death said the magic words. "Mirate, esa I'll pay you both. No...I mean I can pay you too but he doesn't have to know about it...call it a finders fee I'll wire it to you later okay? You gonna help me or not? Yeah, or I can get it to you that way. Coool. Alright we'll be there soon...listen, better yet I'm gonna need you to have him meet us in Mirror Park. Por favor...yeah...I'll text you the address. Gracias..."
"From the sounds of it it sounds like you lost the cops. Okay okay. So uh bring the stuff to me at the warehouse under the Los Santos Freeway in East Vinewood."
Paul dialed Lamar. "What it do, pimp?"
"Hey listen, I got myself in a bit of a jam and I need to get to Mirror Park in a timely fashion. Can you do me a favor and find a way to get a car to me out in East Vinewood at a warehouse under the LS Freeway? I'll throw some money your way."
"Oh fo sho! But I can't be the one that brings it to you, dog, I got a little biusiness to attend to. Got a date with a bad bitch. Older one you feel me? I'm telling you, niga, hey them older women know shit."
"You don't have to tell me, LD. I lost mine to one."
"I knew we ws friends for a reason. Look is it cool if I just send Lil King out to bring you that instead? Lil homie needs to take a cool out from the hood anyway shit is getting hectic around there..."
Paul wondered if it had anything to do witht he shootout Ivan had been in with Carson Avenue. Or if it was still over tensions that had gone on betweenn CGF and OCB seeing as OCB killed Slim Skillz and the guy who had done it was still out there. "What's wrong with King?"
"I'll let little man tel you if he's feeling up to it. I'ma have him come through with a Felon. Nothing too flashy."
"That's perfect, man. Thanks."
"Hey you can throw some paper my way loc but don't forget about him too cause a lot of the homies is not really happy with him right now."
Paul was really wondering what had happened now. They pulled up to the warehouse and got out. Ivan carried Mai even though she insisted he not do it he insisted that he would as she was injured and they needed to get out of the chopper anyway. "I feel silly..."
"Isn't it every American girl's dream?" She rolled her eyes and smirked. "Shut up, Ivan. Subtle you are not."
He blushed. Paul helped Neto walk but he was mostly okay. "What you got?" Ron asked as Paul brought the black briefcase. "Ah! A ten year mandatory minimum!" Ron declared as he unzipped it and pulled a brick out. "And maybe a felony murder. Okay...That's perfect. Now just leave it there. Now, if you're asked, under interrogation, I wasn't here. Unless it's Trevor interrogating in which case I was very much here."
They walked out and saw Lil King outside with the car. "What up what up what up," He said slapping hands with Paul. "Damn who went and blasted your homies up?"
"It's a long story. I appreciate this, man," He handed him a thousand dollars. "Give half of that to Lamar," Lil King nodded. "You pulling that big dough huh...good looking out my nigga."
"What's up with you and the set? Lamar said you were in some kind of trouble."
"Nah, it aint no thing..nothing I can't handle..." Paul raised an eyebrow as Ivan helped Mai into the car and then got in himself and Neto sat down, tired inside as well. "Really? I was told the hood was too hot for you right now. You sure? Is it the police?"
Okay maybe I need a little help...and nah it aint no one time. Look if you for real about helping a nigga out and having my back, come see me at the Rockford Hills Hotel. I'm laying low for now...Lamar and Stretch's advice. Even got my mom's and sister in a room of they own too. Mom dukes aint thrilled but I aint finna have her get shot up cause of me."
"Is it that serious?" He nodded. "It's something...niggas looking at me now like I'm a bitch after all the work I put in. And I aint even snitched, I aint hood hop none of that...you gotta help me dude. I don't like the way motherfuckers in my own hood supposed to be my partnas be looking at me like they want to cut my throat,"
"Alright just sit tight and I'll be there when I can.."
He got intyo the car and they began to drive off to go meet Keyla's fiancee in Mirror Park.
The Fiancee was there as was Keyla. Neto limped up to him and Mai was carried to him. "Babe, can you get my surgical kit? This could take a while. As a matter of fact, I don't think we can do it here. We need a more sterile environment. If you follow my car, I'll take you to a house where a colleague of mine who's involved in some less than legal activities, sometimes lays his head...and I place where I can sometimes take after hours patients."
They began to follow the doctor and Keyla.
Ivan
Leondre was good and drunk and he was getting meaner with every shot. "Yo! Boogey man! Get ya ass in here."
Ivan did as he asked. "Look here, mayne. I'm finna go hit up the Ass Takers for killing my brother. I don't want you along for that..."
"Why not?" Asked Ivan. "I would be willing to help," In truth, he was mad at Neto a little but heh had agreed to keep the peacer. Still, he didn't truly want to help retaliate. He didn't want Neto dead.
"Cause if I use you it'll be yoi that kills the motherfucker that killed my brother instead of me. It has yo be me, you understand? That's how it's supposed to be..."
"Then why did you call me here?"
"You getting lippy with me, boy? Cause I'll bust yta ass in the miuth..."
"I wasn't. I just don't understand what you want me to do..."
Leondre frowned but set the glass down. "It's not just my brother that got killed you already know...look I know you aint have love for OD. A lot of niggas didn't but he was part of the hood and he's my brother but I know Leela meant more to you...I can respect that...but those Rancho bitches gotta get laid out for this. We doing two hits. We finna do a hit on the East Side. Against the Ass Takers. You gonna roll on to the West Side and start pulling up weeds..."
By weeds, he meant members of the Families. "Anybody in particular you want me to hunt down besides Marvin Washington?" Leondre let out a bitter laugh. "Oh what, Marvin aint good enoughfor ya? Aight. If you gotta take out somebody that'd hurt the Carson's even more than that nigga Marvin, you gotta take out Trey Ball. That's the motherfucking OG. This nigga been an OG for years. Bitch said he converted to Islam he on that New Afrikan bullshit but he still in the game. This nigga been down with Carson since 75'...on some real spit, man. Since the sixth grade."
Ivan tried to do the math in his head. That made him either forty nine years old or fifty. He showed him a picture of the light skinned black male. "That's that motherfucker right there...I used to want his head as a trophy when I was a YG but now? I don't even give a fuck...I'm tired of shit shit, Boogey...my brother's gone. You might think he was a asshole...shit he was a asshole..." His eyes were red and bloodshot. Whether it was from th alchol or an indication he'd wept earlier was unclear. Crying over a lost sibling was common even among gangsters but somehow Ivan didn't see Leondre as the type to cry.
"But he was my blood...and he used to be a good kid. Before he ever joined Covenant...he could have been better than this shit, Ballas vs Families...Ballas vs Marabunta...and Vagos...and Aztecas...nigga could have got up out the hood had a job, a education, fat as crib up in Rockford Hills...had himself a office...now look at him...he getting buried before his own mama, nigga!"
He looked down with an introspective sigh. "I failed him, man. Pops aint around, I should have taught him the right way how to be a man...maybe I aint get shown that myself but I could have still sat him down told him don't be like me..."
He said, "I just want to put the Ass Taker that killed him in the ground. After that, who knows? I might not even want this shit no more. I might just settle with my girl, my babies and shit. I can't live like this no more. I might just hand it off to Stone. Shit, he wanted it any motherfucking way..."
Stone told him, "Hey I think you had enough to drink. it's fucking you up."
"I'll tell you when I had enough, Stone! Mind your business!" He then looked at Ivan. "I used to wonder why OD was so fulla hate, man...beyond just hate for hoods we beef with...you saw what he was like...but now I feel it too...they made me feel it...mama can't even give him an open casket funeral! I hate them...and tonight the Aztecas is gonna feel it..."
Ivan knew the truth about why OD was killed and knew he had actually brought it on himself but he said nothing.
Neto
4 Days Later
He was trying to rest up when
Mai
2014
She heard somebody inside talking to Neto. She didn't recognize the voice but she knew it wasn't Packie, it wasn't Ivan and it couldn't have been Paul. She listened in as best as she could. "I don't give a fuck what he calls himself or what the cartel is calling him. He can't just make a bigger name for himself than me down in Mexico. That bitch speaks little to no Spanish. Has no military training, officially that is, and has not served time in a military. I earned my reputation doing what I did for YEARS, PATTY. Entiendes? He would have to go through what I went through and I mean every little thing just to even be EVEN. So whoever told that pinche soka he's gonna outdo me is blowing smoke up his ass."
"I'm just telling you what I hear, mi amigo," Said the voice with a chuckle. "Yeah well you hear wrong. And if he's fallen in with some of my current enemies then that's on hiom. And if he ever does get to be 'better' than me, he's still expandable. Whatever they use him for. Mule, drug runner they got plenty of people with US citizenship who can do what he does. People that aren't even on the radar like him or me. They can always get somebody to kill for them too... when they're done with Senor Roman they're going to toss him out like he did Esa Loka. Only nobody will be kind enough to pull him out."
"I don't know," Replied the stranger with a chuckle. "I kind of admire the kid. It's a big game of cat and mouse with him and that pretty redhead of his."
"Cono, that's another thing. Mark had a hard enough time from just that first standoff with the Apostles. If I hadn't warned him where would he be? Not Mexico. Shit, I thought he hated people from my country."
"What about Felix?"
"Felix is growing a pair but at the end of the day, at least how he grew up he's a pocho. Americano. He always tried to stay out of barrio life even when he lived there in Sunbelt. Which, if you ask me, that's like living in Sunbelt and trying to avoid the sunshine. Anyway, as hard of a time as he had with those vatos that shot at him and Ernesto and all those people? Let's just say that when he ends up on the Zero's permanent shit list and trust me, he will, let's just say the Ceros got their own version of me. He's like death incarnate but he looks the part. You know I talked to Ernesto and we more or less made ammends after our argument but he told me a little bit about the dudes that attacked him and I had my guy pull up sattelite images. Doom, Queen, Alonzo? They might have training. More than Mark. Maybe enough to fight Charlie or Marco even. But this fucker the Zero's got, I'm one of the few people that faced him and lived to tell about it. Compared to him, Lonzo, Doom, Queen, even Ana, Marco and Charlie are a walk in the park."
"Oh really? Sounds like my kind of guy."
"That's just it, homes. If Mark tops me he stil won't top him. Let's say for instance me and this guy, were even before when I encountered him well this guy has stayed on the clock for the Zeros. But I'm done with Madrazo. So who knows how many he's killed? People say he's not even human. When you look into his eyes you'll get that feeling. There's nothing there. Some say maybe even the IAA trained him. He usually doesn't do hand to hand combat but he shrugs off pain so even if Ana did her Kung Fu bullshit or Mark came after him with a soda can he'd just shrug it off."
The man said, "You sound afraid of him," Neto replied, "Not afraid just careful. There's not much point in being afraid. If he was to kill me I'd be dead there'd be nothing to fear or fear. But Mark has more to lose. Only...this time after that shit he pulled with those three hynas, I aint warning him. I did him a favor even it was through his brother and he went after them for something I did to one of his men. But if he didn't want his boy hurt his boy should have let Mark handle his business and kept his ass out of it. Mark aint the most deadly warrior I've ever faced but damn if he aint the most self centered one..always surprised when the shit he does to other people is done to his BSU cliqua."
"Well, as much as this man sounds like he would be perfect for my entourage, and I would gladly welcome him to take apart Mark's how should I put this...woman of Eastern Persuasion and all of his useless family members...Mark and Alison belong to me. And I don't like competition for the same prey..."
"Then you should quit fucking around and get back to New Arcadia and do whatever it is you're gonna do. I don't think you'll succeed in killing him anyway. You and me are also in competition for the same prey to remember?"
"That's true but you can't go back there now. And...don't underestimate me, Ikal," Patrick said with a twisted smile. "It's unbecoming."
"I'm not even sure you want to kill him you just like fucking with him and honestly, that's firme but I still owe him for the shit he does. We'l; see how I feel after I take care of my business out here and see how he does when he gets back from exile. You know he's gonna want to come back and kill you too. He killed Cheetah. That dude was firme. But I killed two of his butt buddies. Plus a bunch of his dealers. And as for what I had done to Jimmy? That could have been a lot worse."
She walked in to see a Caucasian male with semi shaggy light brown hair a narrow frame and a nerdy look to him. "You must be Mai Thu. You didn't tell me your room mate was so beautiful..."
"And you are?" The Caucasian replied, "Patrick."
"Oh. Friend of yours?" She asked Neto. "Not really...he was just leaving."
The man smiled saying, "I met ole Netty here back in New Acardia. Just catching upon old times. Anyway I really should get going. i've got a flight to catch. But it was nice to meet you..." He kissed her hand and she felt a chillin her spine and she said,"You too. Maybe we can have dinner the next time you come over..."
He smiled in a creepy way at her then turned to Neto saying. "Well amigo...ta ta!"
With that, he left.
After hearing his footsteps recede several feet she turned to him. "Jesus! The New Arcadia serial killer, Neto? Really?" Neto turned to her saying, "Allegedly..."
"Oh give it a rest. I'm not fucking blind. Do you know what kind of shit he's done?"
"Yeah...I'm well aware..."
"Wait...did you...?" Neto rolled his eyes. "Don't you start accusing me of shit too that's what he was just here for. You know he sent some bum lady after me to attack me...I had to put her down but this fool likes playing games...I'm gonna put a contract out on his ass."
"He attacked you? What the fuck?"
"And you know what? The truth is, I did do what he said I did...but he doesn't know that..."
He whispered in her ear and her eyes widened. "Wow. You're unbelievable. I can't even look at you!"
He told her,"OH fuck you! Like you haven't done worse. You work for the biggest terrorist agency in the world. The most widrespread and well funded. You have no room to point the finger because even if you didn't do the kind of shit I have, you've at least worked with people who have! And that means you have blood on your hands. Me, I just cut out the middle man!"
Unbeknownst to Mai, Patrick was coming back silently to listen in. He hadn't heard Neto's admission to doing the extra scandalous activities through Tanaka or even about putting a contract out on him. But now he heard her. "And he attacked you just cause he could? Fuck this guy. I'll do it. If you won't for whatever twisted fucking reason you and him have a pact to fuck with Mark, then I'll just do it."
"What, you gonna get one of your Da Nang homies to do it? Come on, mija he'd see that a mile away. He's not even the type of dude to pack a gun on a regular but he;s nothing if not resourceful. Fucker said if I killed him I'd have people trying to kill me. I let him think he scared me to feed his ego but truth is, that's no different than gang banging. Every Mara Cuca OG I ever laid out, Families, Ballas, you think that stopped their baby gangsters from going for me? But I don't need him dead. It's not my job. Unless he tries something else against me. I mean I aint getting paid to do the New Arcadia PD's job for them am i?"
Patrick heard the conversation and he heard footsteps starting to come towards the door. Patrick made himself scare going behind a corner. "And where the fuck are you going?!" Demanded the Vietnamese American. "What are you mi espousa? I don't gotta answer to you. I got business. That's all you need to know."
"Yeah well, I'm going out too. Gotta clean up after your mess again."
4 Hours Later
It was night time and Patrick had finished dinner at the Vinewood Cafe. Now he was about to take a cab to Unity Station and get the first thing smoking out of town. Just then, a poorly dressed dark skinned African American man who was short and scrawny in size wearing a raggety brown coat over a dirty brown sweater. He had intense brown eyes and his hair reminded Patrick of spider webs. He had with him a larger black male equally badly dressed but he wore camoflauge green and he smelled like piss and had a messy black bebard that was graying. "Say man," Said the second guy. "You spare some change, mister?"
"Why?" Asked Patrick with a sneer. "So you can spend it all on 40's and drugs? I wasn't born last night. I'd buy you a sandwich but..." He chuckled. "I already ate!" The shorter scrawnier one said, ""Sell your possessions and give to charity; make yourselves money belts which do not wear out, an unfailing treasure in heaven, where no thief comes near nor moth destroys..."
Patrick smirked. "Luke 12:33. But I don't think the bible had in mind that you pawn all your possessions just for a hit. Though that is a more liberal interpretation..."
Just then a voice sounded behind Patrick. A Caucasian male standing at six foot seven, also homeless, wearing a trench coat, carrying a crowbar, hit Patrick in the gun. The New Arcadia serial killer doubled over winded as another Caucasian, this one a younger man in his early 20's with stringy blonde hair carring a wooden bat also struck him in the back and then kicked him. The first two homeless men armed themselves too. The larger black male had a chain and the scrawnier one had a tire iron. They began to beat him without mercy.
As Patrick took a few whacks to the face and his nose and lips bled and got all over his shirt as well as a cut on the side of his cheek. "Don't kill him!" Cried the frailest of the four, the bible quoting bum. "We're just supposed to break his legs!"
"Did Neto send you...?" Patrick chuckled as the largest of the four got behind him using the other man's baseball bat to put him in a choke hold. The black male with the swinging chain swung it hard down on Patrick's chest and it cut into him leaving a gash down the left side of his shirt. "Who...?" Asked the older black male. The other three bums kept swinging on him.
From a distance behind a dumpster in the alley, Mai watched as they assaulted him just to make sure it got done. She was smoking a cigarette which she put out. Just then she looked back and saw Patrick had grabbed one of the weapons. He had stood up and head butted the largest man with a bat. He busted the man's nose and he bled profoundly staggering back dazed. He fell on his back and Patrick took the bat from him As the smaller blonde bum tried to swing the crowbar, Patrick swung at his arm disabling him. He hit him once in the face and the man staggered back and Patrick swung again.
The smaller older bum came at him but Patrick picked up the dropped crowbar and threw it at his face. The man hit the ground with a thud. He writhed in pain, barely conscious and dazed with a mouth full of blood as well as a face full. The larger black homeless man was still in it. He was swinging his chain around. He swung once at Patrick who dodged it. He tried again and this time Patrick blocked the blow with the bat, Mai's mouth dropped open in horror at how quickly the tables had turned. The bum swung his chain around Patrick's bat in an attempt to wrestle it from him but Patrick wasted no time. He kicked the man in the leg and then in the stomach and the chain unwrapped and Patrick swung at his face and he fell. He hit him again while he was on the ground.
The scrawny Caucasian got to his feet trying to go for his weapon but Patrick swung hitting him in the back and he tried to just take off despite almost falling over. He saw the largest of the group trying to get to his feet and Patrick swung his bat at him hitting him in the back. The man crumpled to the ground crying out and Patrick put the bat across his back and forced him to his feet. He slammed him against the wall and the man cried out as Patrick broke his spine. He then took the bat to the scrawny homeless bible quoter. "Break my legs, huh?!" Mai had ducked down before behind the dumpster so as not to be seen. She needed an escape route. She had her Glock 17 on her just in case. She readied it, prepared to intervene but she bumped into a trashbag and tripped and her pistol fell out of reach and the magazine had fallen out too. Shit!
Patrick heard the noise and stopped whaling on the black male's legs. "Mai? Mai! Is that you?" Shit! How did he khow it was her? He should have suspected Neto if anything. "I smell perfume and cigarettes. Maybe that's just my imagination from what I smelled on you earlier...maybe it was the blow to the head...got my senses fucked up but if that is you...come out come out wherever you are!"
She tried to figure out a way to get to her gun get it loaded and shoot. She figured that she should be fast enough to do exactly that but then, Patrick had been resilient and fast enough to get the better of four speed addicts. Mai was surely more trained in hand to hand than Patrick was but sometimes, crazy trumped all. He had bested four men who had weapons. And while she had fought men more trained than him and come out on top and he was pretty scrawny, his insanity, his rage gave him strength. Plus, training or not on average, a woman's upper body strength tended to be half of what a man's was.
The only advantage was that she had her training, a gun if she could get to it in time, and that she was uninjured but then speed gave men super strength too and yet these men had lost. "I aint some socially akwarde loser. I'm better than you all!" He roared yelling down at the man who's legs he broke. "I can outlearn you. I can outread you I can outhink you and I can out philosophize you!And I'm gonna outlast you!You think a couple of whacks from some junkies is gonna get me down?! Gonna take a hell of a lot more than that, to prove you're better than me, Mai! I thought we had such a pleasant first meeting! I guess you know who I really am...I would have expected this from Neto but then he would have sent his men after me or come himself! That's why I hate you women. You're afraid to take care of things yourselves!"
He spat blood. "Dirty cunts! Every last one of you! You say the world will be without wars if you ran things...how do you explain the Queen of England?! How do you explain Queen Isabella?! The Countess?! You dirty whores have started wars between men from the dawn of time! You use your gaping gash to control men! Well not me! I will not be controlled! I do the controlling! I am like God, and God like me. I am as large as God, He is as small as I. He cannot above me, nor I beneath Him be!" He screamed. He was quoting a 17th century quote from Selatius.
"You fucking cunts! You claim you're more in harmony with nature yet it's men who are outdoors-man! You sluts are domesticated house cats! Bitching and moaning you never have enough all while you live comfortably in cities WE BUILT! You say you're more communal with each other than men but you dirty whores gossip about each other and stab each other in the back for every swinging dick in the field! Just to feel wanted. Are you whores really that lonely Mai?! Are you that lonely?! And you can never even decide where you want to eat! What you really want is to be bent over and taken to town!" He said with a roar.
Mai's heart began to pound in fear. She might have even been able to take him out had she herself taken him on or at least joined in on the assault. She had been afraid to get her hands dirty. She didn't know what Ana knew or if she even did know who he was but if he was still alive it was either because she didn't know or she did know and yet saw no need to terminate him. She didn't know what thought was more frightening. She had known of instances where Devlin would have told Ana that certain people were not their problem yet Ana did not always take his orders and she had killed them anyway.
"Mai?" Patrick called out walking towards the dumpster. "MAI!" She did not physically react but her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. "Could you be there?!" She knew she would soon have to fight him. "Could you be there?" He came closer. "I wonder if you're here?"
He then stopped. "But if you are, what the fuck's the difference? FUCK IT!" He tossed the weapon away and it clattered loudly. "Either way, I did hear your conversation so even if you aint there, I know you planned this! I'll be seeing you later, baby!" He approached the oldest black male and broke his other leg. The only one to escape was the scrawny blonde. He stood over the man who was writhing. "A jealous and avenging God is the LORD; The LORD is avenging and wrathful The LORD takes vengeance on His adversaries, And He reserves wrath for His enemies!" He pulled out a pocket knife from his boot and went up to the larger man who had been with the bible quoting addict. " VENGEANCE IS MINE, I WILL REPAY!" He stomped on the wounded man's already bad legs and the man screamed and then it was drowned out as he was unable to make more noise as his screams caught in his throat.
He then went up to the man who had initially asked for money. He pulled out a long, thin knife with a serrated edge and, being very careful not to kill him, push maybe half an inch of the blade into his right eye, flicking the handle up, instantly popping the retina. The bum was too surprised to say anything. He only opens his mouth in shock and moves a grubby, hand slowly up to his face. He yanked his pants down and in the passing headlights of a taxi could make out his flabby black thighs, rashed because of his constantly urinating. The stench of piss rises quickly into his face and breathing through his mouth, down on his haunches, Patrick started stabbing him in the stomach, lightly, above the dense matted patch of pubic hair.
This sobered him up somewhat and instinctively he tried to cover himself with his hands and he keep stabbing at the bum now between his fingers, stabbing the backs of his hands. His eye, burst open, hangs out of its socket and runs down his face and he keeps blinking which causes what's left of it inside the wound to pour out like red, veiny egg yolk. I grab his head with one hand and push it back and then with his thumb and forefinger held the other eye open and brought the knife up and pushed the tip of it into the socket, first breaking its protective film so the socket fills with blood, then slitting the eyeball open sideways, and he finally started screaming
once he slit his nose in two, lightly spraying Patrick with blood. He quickly wiped the blade clean across the bum's face, breaking open the muscle above his cheek. Still kneeling, he throw a quarter in his face, which was slick and shiny with blood, both sockets hollowed out and filled with gore, what's left of his eyes literally oozing over his screaming lips in thick, webby strands. Calmly, he whispered "There's a quarter. Go buy some gum."
The man's older scrawnier friend was sobbing on the ground. "Do you know what I think of a man who cries? He's not a man at all...you know, I think I'll let you live. You can tell the people who sent you what happened here."
He then looked at the cornfed looking white guy. "Hey, I bet you're not feeling so tough now, are you? Asshole. You ruined my shirt...see what happens? I'd tell ya to walk it off but...you can't!" He looked at the man who quoted scripture and said, "Maybe you two can get matching wheelchairs! Oh and your blonde friend, he's not going to escape either."
The bum he had stabbed stopped screaming and was going into shock. He turned looking down at the frightened scrawnier African American with broken legs. "I don't expect you to tell me whether or not it was a pretty little Asian number that paid you to come after me. But .let this be a lesson to you. What's your name?"
"L...Lionel..."
"You a church going man, Lionel?"
"Not...not since 2002..."
"Well, I have no use for a God. It's superstitious bullshit but if you read the non theistic parts there's some nice life lessons to learn. The next time you go doing a woman's bidding, you should reflect on Judges 16:21...that will tell you all you need to know about women..."
With that, the New Arcadia serial killer departed. Mai went around the corner and vomited and sobbed feeling extreme guilt. She got out her cellphone and dialed 911 for the three men in the alley.
Blaine County
Neto got into the Savage and Culebra was flying it. "So I heard about what happened down in the Little Difficult. I didn't mean to cause any harm to any women. At least not ours."
"It's not on you. It's those Manchild BSU putenos. I don't know when that headbanger club started packing and becoming more like a gang. I watched that episode of Thugland and they sounded like bitches to me and it's fuckin pathetic that the Spanish Lords up in Waston failed to take them out."
"It makes sense if you think about it," Culebra replied. "What do you mean?"
"They were beating up dealers out there. I don't know about robbing but you know the narcos out there got guns. They had to get some of their own to start surviving cause from what I heard, the Lords did try taking a blast at them out east. And you know that Milky Malone wasn't gonna tolerate that in his town either he started cracking down hard on them. You should read online sometime when you get a chance what him and his crew did to punish some of those metalheads, man. It aint pretty."
"You almost sound like you respect them. That better be respect as an enemy and nothing else! They're still bitches!"
Culebra replied, "The crank has been getting to your mind, hermano. You need to lay off that shit. And I aint saying I respect them. I'm saying that I respect their ability to adapt. You were saying before ho a lot of those vatos just party and pick up rocker bitches, right? They won't survive as an organization if they do the same shit. Onda didn't start out slinging dope. They didn't fuck with prostitution at first either. But over decades shit started changing. Just like those Grove Street OG's from back in the day. Same story. Now green raggers sling like everybody else. You adapt or you die. Sometimes, you adapt and you still die."
"Well it's only a few of them," Neto stated. "They got guns a lot of Mark's crew, sure but the rest of them I'd put their gun skills at average at best. As in, they probably shoot about as well as some clock puncher who owns a .45 just for protection. Only Mark and Lee got any true clout."
"That could always change. Don't underestimate your enemies, skin. That's a good way to lose. Whether or not the rest of their crew start shooting more or not, other BSU chapters have to do the same thing or the gangs in their city are going to start trying to take them out whether they've crossed them or not just so that they don't have a situation like you in New Arcadia. If they're not tooling up now, BSU chapters all over the country are gonna start feeling it all over the country."
The darker skinned Native American then grinned. "You know, they got hit up by the Apostles out there, right? You think Carcer City has a BSU chapter of their own? That would be interesting to find out."
"I already took out Victor and Miller, BSU is weak. Mark's their strongest, Lee is their second strongest and the rest are semi skilled to not skilled at all. I could probably kill that computer boy of theirs in one punch."
"So why don't you?" Asked the Mojave Vago. "Don't get me wrong. I am gonna put that bitch in the ground. But he doesn't get to die until he watches all his brothers and all the women he cares about die. I might spare the FIB bitch but there's no way in hell Ana's living. Cross that bridge when we get to it though."
"So who are you going to smoke first when you do go back there?" Asked El Culebra.
"La próxima vez que vea a los Hermanos Unidos, voy a matar a uno de sus muchachos menos urbanos. Ya tengo Viktor y Miller y eso fue divertido. Pero ahora es hora de aventurarse en los suburbios. La única pregunta es que será de pelo oscuro, pelo rojo o un cierto blondie? Porque lo que hice con la tienda y lo hice con la valla y la talla fue sólo el comienzo. Puedo y voy a ser más brutal antes de que esto termine," Neto answered him. "Or maybe even one of those two motherfuckers that attacked Task and Felix in the store."
(The next time I see the Brothers Stand United, I'm going to kill one of his less urban boys. I already got Viktor and Miller and that was fun. But now it's time to venture into the suburbs. The only question is will they be dark haired, red haired or a certain blondie? Because what I did with the store and had you do with the fence and the carving was just the start. I can and will get more brutal before this is over.)
"Why do that? They're not as much of a challenge. The redhead was ex military right? I didn't even break a sweat. And let me tell you something,. He did put up a fight, ese. He really did. He's got more skills than any civilian but he didn't land a single punch. Before I had him splayed out, mask and all, I told him if he could beat me he could go free. He didn't remember that though when i had him on the fence. I think I must have hit him wrong and gave him temporary memory loss or some shit. He wasn't faking it either. I can tell when somebody is."
"Because skills or not, they still mean a lot to him, they've still came at us, they still participate in robbing dealers from New Arcadia to Sunbelt. They've watched too many movies. Ripping and running only ends up one way."
"Yeah well, you may not even get to kill Mark or need to," Culebra reminded him. "If El hombre Oscuro gets a hold of him, no disrespect carnal but he'd fuck him up worseand he can probably get to him before you can."
"That's true but he doesn't really have a thing about making you suffer. He just kills. Brutally, but he kills. But I've heard he tortures people too I've heard stories I just never got to see the remains of anybody he ever supposedly tortured the way people have with me because with Oscuro, there's never anything to find if he's 'interrogated' in the way I heard."
"That aint what I heard, wey. I heard he asks you a question and if you don't answer him he kills you. Plus that shit with the coin flip? That's some twisted pedo..."
"Yeah but that's his steelo. That dude is a nightmare. Shit he may be looking to collect on my head too even though the bounty was put on me by Madrazo and that's his enemy but right now, Mark is gona be on his top priority."
"So our boy has to deal with you, the Apostles, the BGA, what passes for Onda down south, plus a serial killer and now this fucker? That is one dead Frenchmen, homes. It's only a matter of who gets him first."
"He's got about the same amount of enemies I do," Neto admitted. "At least in terms of gangs that want us dead. But at least I got some breathing space. Large city, large space. Down there the drug market is smaller the city is smaller the state is smaller,., He'd probably have some breathing room if he went to New Austin since it's bigger but that's enemy territory for him and that would put him right in Oscuro's crosshairs. And with New Arcadia and Red Stick there's only so many places he can hide."
"Bro, if he's down in Mexico, Oscuro probably won't even need to cross the border to get him."
They soon flew overheard. There was a small detention center at the border. They flew in silence for a while. They stopped picking up two more people. El Brujo, a light skinned Chicano male with a shaved head who had been born in Los Santos but was culuturally more of a paisa. Neto had met him just before coming to the states. He was a self described Satanist and practiced what he described as pre Colombian witchcraft. El Brujo was originally a member of the cartel in TJ a rival cartel of Madrazo's.
Despite being US born, El Brujo almost never spoke English. He also rarely showed his face. He always had a Mexican flag bandanna over his face. Or a mask. Oddly enough, the second man he was picking up was the opposite. His name was Tito Rodriguez He was born in Juarez, Chihuahua. He had been a member of the Juarez Cartel but he, like Brujo, had dropped out and were subsequently recruited by Santa Muerte. When he had escaped the massacre back in Chiapas, he knew that it would not be wise to meet up with any of his former associates down there and instead, should he decide to continue to be involved in ELZN activties, would recruit. Perhaps it was unorthodox, definitly not sanctioned but Neto knew the beliefs and rules of theirs.
In truth, all though Neto respected Zapatistas as an organization and still considered himself one, he also disagreed with certain things, He agreed with Women's Revolutionary Law as he understood the historical context under which the need for the laws caused them to be developed because often, poor Indigenous women had no choice but to marry rich Criollo in the city often old enough to be their fathers or even grandfathers. It was a form of sexual slavery through marriage by way of poverty or often debt. Revolutionary Law changed this. But the organization had been Marxist.
Neto did not respect Marx and he never would. Or his teachings. He knew what the bastard thought of people like him and what he would have thought of the organization as a whole but then it seemed later with reform, came Libertarian Socialism which these days seemed to be what was espoused. It was better than Marxism and regular Socialism but only somewhat. He saw the 1994 and on version of the Zapatistas as outdated despite them supposedly being modern.
Neto was not so much about starting a new kind of Zapatismo so much as going backwards and implementing some new ideas to the old way but as far as the modern Zapatistas,. they had done that too much. They had adopted a backward ideology just for the sake of overthrowing Capitalism and the state. Neto pulled the chopper towards the two men. He was confused as to why they did not get in.
"¡Vamos, hermanos! ¡Tenemos mucho trabajo por hacer!"
(Come on in, brothers! We have a lot of work to do!)
They got in and Tito greeted him."Que Huele, carnal?"
"Esto es un helicóptero del cártel. ¿No estamos corriendo en un recado de narco de pinche somos nosotros?!" Demanded El Brujo.
(This is a cartel helicopter. We're not running on a fucking narco errand are we?!)
"No," Neto said in English. "That's part of the cover," He then added, "Culebra took out some of Martin's men and jacked the chopper."
Just then, two figures emerged on the side of the chopper just as he was going to take off. "¡Tú! ¡¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?!"
(You! What are you doing here?)
That's it for this chapter I know it was short and I intended it to be longer but next chapter will be longer. So El Brujo is based off the lead singer from Brujeria the metal band since a lot of what he talks about is narco related shit and cartel stuff and Tito is based off Tito Larriva the lead singer of the 80's group Cruzados (Which had the guitarist from TSOL) and the 90's to present band Tito & Tarantula.
As far as Neto's ideas to sort of reform the Zapatistas a lot of revolutionary groups either change within or branch off we see this with the IRA. Supposedly in the past the Zapatistas had tried to spread to other countries unsuccessfully I had a Mexican anarchist tell me that but she wasn't very good at explaining why it was unsuccessful I think she was biased though cause she was Anarchist and so she saw any kind of socialism or any group outside Anarchism as bad.
The IRA has had several forms so I don't see any reason it couldn't here but anyway thaht is kind of neto's plan as far as what he wants to do and as for the attack he will do on an undisclosed location (But the US would consider it an attack on their country) that will be the next chapter. Also the two people who boarded the chopper will be revealed next chapter and help in the assault. Who do you think it was? I know it's a dick move for leaving a cliff hanger. Sue me. Question is, am I king dick again or must more be done to steal the title back from zilla as far as dick move cliff hangers? XD
As far as what happened in the alley with Patrick a lot of that scene was taken from the movie Cape Fear with Robert Deniro but the scene with Patrick stabbing the bum in the eye and tossing a quarter at him was from the more brutal murder of a homeless man in the book than shown in the movie. In the movie, it was more PG 13 violence.
In the book, Patrick Bateman is way more sadistic. Since Zilla 2000 (If you read this story you should be reading his and vice versa since it's the same universe and consequences happen in one for actions in the other) said he had a Protestant and Jewish background I thought making him sound deranged here with a God complex would make sense and since the New Arcadia killer is a sick fuck and at least partially based on Patrick Bateman as I was told, I figured why not.
As for what Patrick may or may not decide to do since he figured out it was mai who called the contract on him through Lester even though Neto gave the money and it was his idea as payback for what Patrick did to him, because Patrick heard Mai speak when he snuck back to the door he's assuming it was her idea now. He isn't known face wise to all but he figures some people know him.
Next chapter a flashback from Packie and Paul and Packie finally meets the 4 protagonists, Neto has a confrontation with Javier Madrazo, and does a job for Martin, and Ivan will hit Carson back while Leondre and several Ballas will hit the Aztecas.