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.

44. He Who Creates The Storm

Neto

Several Weeks Earlier

RIP Tiny

They had the funeral at St Mary's church. They had the service at the La Pureza church. This was in the territory of the Vagos from Cerco Blanco. Neto didn't like open casket funerals but the fact that it was open meant somebody wanted to look at it. Neto never minded seeing the corpses of his enemies all over the ground but seeing a homeboy laid out lifeless like that was just morbid to him.

The sermon was in Spanish. He tuned it out not even bothering to listen to what was being said. His family tried to get through speeches but were crying too much, each of them. He shared his condolences with them but even as he did and even though he did mean every word, he felt like he was just going through the motions. Ot at least, it felt like he was having an out of body experience.

All he wanted to do was get high right now and not think about it. He felt guilty for not crying but the truth was, he'd been unable to for a long time. Heh adn't cried in a year. And he might not ever again. In his own eyes he was no longer human, He was just a ticking time bomb that had just enough time left as he needed before he could get close to each of them and exploding. A couple of homeboys wers shedding tears but he was unable to. None judged him for it since there was different ways of dealing with frief and he was hardly the first cholo to not cry cause it was a way to seem tough. But that may have been what the other vatos were doing. He wasn't.

There was going to be an after funeral party for people to celebrate the life and eat, and reminise. He went there, and ate, he talked but he did not remember what was said to him nor what he said. It was like all though he'd only known Tiny for months, he was still a good friend as good of one as you could be in the months he'd been in town. Nearly six. He'd lost count. 2013 was one long fucking year. He departed from the funeral. He went and got a tattoo that said RIP Tiny on his left arm. \\

He had a tattoo on his heart for Nenetl and Emiliano as well. After it was done he walked and got back into his car. He began to drive through East Los Santos. He saw a shit load of police cars plus news vans. He saw stretchers and two peopke being taken away on them. There were some cholos screaming at cops. The tattoo shop had been in Marabunta turf but now this was back in Vagois turg in El Burro Heights. A cholo with slicked back black hair, light brown skin, and a mustache, standing at five tem wearing a white wife beater snarled, "The fuck are you juras gonna do about this shit, ese?! Don't be questioning her. You vatos love this shit!"

"I'm warning you stay behind the line!" A Caucasian officer with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes warned. "You gonna shoot me?" Neto approached the Chicano. He saw a tattoo on his left side of his neck that said 2 and the right said read 3. "Oye. ¿Qué pasó aquí, hermano? ¿Quién hizo esta mierda?"

(Hey. What happened here bro? Who did this shit?)

"¿Se supone que te conozco, cabron? ¿Qué maldito es tu negocio?" He snarled.

"Am I supposed to know you, asshole? What fucking business is it of yours?)

"Puedes hablar conmigo o puedes hablar con los juras. O puedes salir a buscar a la gente que hizo esta mierda, pero conmigo tienes una mejor oportunidad de conseguir lo que quieres," Neto ensured him.

(You can talk to me or you can talk to the juras. Or you can go out and look for the people that did this shit but with me you have a better chance at getting what you want.)

"Hey, Triste, this fuckers an Ass Taker homes. Get the fuck on down the road, ese. You're lucky the pinche chotas are right here. You do this shit?!" A cholo with a shaved head wearing dark blue khakis with a yellow bandanna tied over his forehead and a white wife beater called out in a hostile manner. Neto's expression changed to hostile. "Soy Santa Muerte. Es mejor que enseñes a tu amigo el respeto por sus mayores y superiores."

(I'm Santa Muerte. You'd better teach your friend respect for his elders and superiors.)

"Did you just threaten me in my own neighborhood, muchacho?"

"Fuck, Triste, that fool is the real deal homes..." A kid of about fourteen or so wearing a white t shirt with a gap in his teeth and brown eyes wearing a hairnet, a white neatly ironed t shirt tucked in plus starched brown khakis said, "Incluso en Durango oímos hablar de él."

(Even in Durango we heard about him)

He looked at the gang member. The kid was a paisa. He just assimilated quick. "Orale...follow me...too many black and whites over here..."

They took a walk. "Before any of you think of moving against me just remember one thing," Neto stated. "Tiny from our varrio was just in the church. That's who was laid out not too long ago. Now I know he had familia in East Los. You don't respect me? Fine. But you have to respect that."

Triste replied, "Okay. Some Mara Cucas rolled through spraying. I don't know what varrio and they must have thought they were gonna get your boy. They were ether early to the funeral or late..."

"Late...cause they sure as hell weren't invited..."

"Whatever, man. Point is, I think it was that motherfucker Oscar Pinto. Fucker's one of the Lieutenants for them and shit. He's a rapist, he's all that shit and what's even funnier homes is he aint even Raza. He's Italian and Spanih but he's dark skinned enough to try and pass for Aztecas or Mayans. But he kills anybody that calls him on it. He's like that juero that was down with Onda from the start."

"All right what do you know about him?"

"He may have went by a different name. He kicked up dirt down in Mexico. This fools raped at least four hynas that we know of. Two from his own neighborhood. He's also got a thing for killing innocents from rival hoods. Two years ago, he beat this old timer from Baja to death with his own cane just to get his wallet. Old man only ended up having $57 on him. Exactly why I can't stand Mara Putas, ese. Always doing sick shit like that."

"So he killed your companeros when he was just trying to shoot up our funeral? The fuck ese...mirate...Puede que no nos guste y para ser honesto no estoy tan seguro de que me gustas vatos tampoco. Los carnales me han dicho cómo son los Chingados Cerco Blanco que tratan a los chicos de mi barrio. Pero tenemos un enemigo común en Marabunta e incluso si cada camarilla de Vago no está en guerra con ellos, la tuya es ahora. Podemos ayudar uno al otro."

(You may not like us and to be honest I'm not so sure I like you vatos either. I've been told by the carnales how you Cerco Blanco fuckers treat guys from my neighborhood. But we have a common enemy in Marabunta and even if every Vago clique isn't at war with them, yours is now. We can help each other.)

The cholo sighed. "I'm listening...what do you have in mind?"

Ivan

Stickup The Stickup Crew

He was called on the cell by Markovich. There was going to be a job for the Madrazo cartel. He wanted to have something to distract them in between setups for the heist. They were chasing the big money but it seemed the jobs with the bigger payout were more stressful. Ivan had been doing this for years however and he realized that this was true long before this. While he had been killing the longest out of any of the four of them, he knew Neto was the one who had been in the game the longest. Technically speaking, Ivan had not started being a criminal in the US until 2008 all though he had done some work back home to0 in the early 2000's. But the fact was, Neto had joined the Aztecas back in 1999 so he had still been in the criminal game longer than any of them even if sixteen was way too young for somebody to get involved.

Not that that mattered. Regardless of how young he was, people still did thing they shouldn't at younger ages.

He pulled the dark red Cheetah up to the house. He got out and saw Grisha smoking a cigarette out front. "Privet..."

(Hey)

Grisha, in a cavalier manner, blew smoke. "Vy otpravilis' na pokhorony?"

(Did you go to the funeral?)

"No. We're waiting on her boyfriend to get out of the hospital."

Grisha shook his head. "What. What is it? I don't want to hear you call her or Sugar a Chernozhopyi. I am not in the mood for that today."

"I wasn't. But don't you think you've spent enough time in Davis?"

"Why do you care? You and me are not friends."

"No, maybe not. And yes, Sugar did save you. But our alliance with Covenant Avenue is just that. An alliance based on their needs for artillery. Dos that mean we should fraternize? No."

"Oh so that's what this is about...you know why even ask if you don't car about her?"

"The truth is, I don't care," Grisha admitted. "But what would you rather I say? It would be more insulting if I pretended I did care. I don't. At least you know. Do you think any of them would give a shit if one of us die?"

"Sugar would care..."

"Yes, if you die. I know. But beyond that? Do you think K Low would? Or Stone? I know Stone does not like us or trust us and that's fine. I don't like or trust him either. They would not care if I died. Da, ya znayu. Egoistichno menya. No ty ladish' s moim ottsom. Im bylo by vse ravno, ubit li on. Ili Andrey. Ili Yevgeniy."

(Yes, I know. Selfish me. But you get along with my father. They would not care if he was killed either. Or Andrei. Or Evgeny)

He took another drag. "As a matter of fact, the only one of them that matters even a little bit to me is maybe that one who has helped you...Mark...he may have done a little favor or two for us when you weren't around. Him and Leondre. Since he is the money man. He is the one this alliance rests on from their side. But I do not give a shit about the women on their side. Or any of his lackeys for that matter."

"Fine. Why do you need to tell me about it?"

"Because you're getting involved with a gang war that has nothing to do with us. Your job is to help us sell them AK's so they can fight their own war. Not so you can fight their war for them. It's a disservice to them and you. Real men fight their own wars. You're going to do what you want but you put a target on your back. With the other side."

"We already have targets on our backs, Grisha. You're the sn of one of the most hated men."

"Maybe. But I don't have to worry about getting shot by a green ragger or a purple ragger. Their problems are a world apart. How do I put it...their thing, no? It started here in the west. Ours started back home. You can rationalize and say it is the same because it's still death but not really. You could find more people from our thing that have become millionaires than them. We can afford to live out here. Kenny Petrovic's boys can live out here. But they? Most will be dead before they can ven make half of a million. Or a quarter even."

"Whatever. What are we here for?"

"This may come as a surprise to you but...we contacted your three room mates. To see if they were interested in a little extra work."

"Why did you do that?" He demanded with some anger in his tone.

"Because they need work just the same as you do. That's why you are here in this city. You have to pay the bills while you look for your father."

"I think I'm okay enough for a while..."Ivan told him. "I'm not hurting for money. None of us are."

"Yes but even as you live off money you have to spend money just to live. That is capitalism and this line of work is not social security income. It will not last."

"What's the job? And when will they be here?"

"Two of them are already here. The pretty one and the young one. Now we just wait for the angry one built like a tank."

Finally Neto pulled up in his dark blue Glendale and got out. "You're Grisha?" The Russian mobster nodded holding a hand out with one hand and taking a drag on a freshly lit cigar with the other. "Yes, you must be Svyatoy Smerti..."

"Huh?"

Ivan chuckled. "Saint of Death."

"Oh yeah..."

"Right this way gentlemen...now Baba Yaga I know you are trustworthy with a gun and loyal to my father but I'm going to have to check your friend for weapons. Same as I did for the other two."

Two large Russian bodyguards checked him and Neto looked and saw two Mexican bodyguards patting down Paul. They checked his pants and one of them demanded, "How many guns do you need, wey?"

The other guard told him, "Lay them out on the table. All of them..."

Paul began to pull out several pistols including several 25's. a couple of Revolvers and at least one Magnum plus an Uzi and even a sawed off shotgun. All in all, there were 12 guns on the table. "What the fuck is wrong with you, cabron?" Asked the other guard.

The Russian bodyguards only found Neto's pistol on him and they said, "You'll get this back once you leave..." He had a smirk on his face as he looked at the amount of guns Paul had brought secluded in his baggy jeans. "Since when does the Bravta hire vatos from Culican?" Asked Neto looking at Grisha, his eyes narrowed.

"Those would be my men..." Stated a Mexican male walking into a room with a long black ponytail, tan skin brown eyes and a blue football jersey. Neto snarled, "YOU!" He punched him in the face. "¡Pequeño pedazo de mierda! ¡Mataste a mi mujer ya mi hijo!"

(You little piece of shit! You killed my woman and my child!)

He threw a second punch and in a heartbeat he found the two guards that Ivan realized were Madrazo cartel guards, had their pistols drawn. Javier brushed the blood from his lip. "Neto...so the rumors are true. You're here in Los Santos. I would say that's most unfortunate for you. But I'd also heard a rumor you were working with mi primo again. You've seen the error of your ways?"

"I'm going to gut you alive. You better kill me here cause that's what's going to happen!" Neto vowed. Ivan declared, "Nobody is killing anybody in this house."

Javier told him, "I could have you killed right here. Yes, your woman and child were killed. So were many of your comaradas. What did you think would happen? Did you think we would not find out what you did to us? Attacking our convoy. Massacring them. And we did not even betray you. For the record, I only ordered the men to kill you. Killing the Zapatista puta and the child was not something I ordered."

"You're a liar!" Neto snarled. "You saw her as a combatant too! You were there motherfucker I saw you! How do I know you didn't kill them personally?!"

Javier chuckled. "I can assure you that didn't happen. But I did have the pleasure of killing a few of your communista amigos. I enjoyed that. The government should have eradicated your group in the 90's. You arent just a thorn in our side but every cartel. Now...that said? We can be a forgiving organization. You have been punished hard enough. Even if I did not condone killing a child, you have learned your lesson. Perhaps, if you star to work back in our favor, I will not tell Martin that you are the Santa Muerte that betrayed us. And because it goes against any values of honor, I might even be willing to hand you the sicario who killed your woman and child on a silver platter."

"You'd say anything..." Neto growled. Javier and the two bodyguars laughed. "I've got two guns on you. I'm not the one who has to say something just to survive. You may be fast 'Ikal' but I dounbt you'll be able to reach your own gun or anybody else's before my men will have put two rounds in the back of your skull. I heard you survived a gunshot wound to the head. You wouldn't survive one to the brain stem."

He then smniled saying, "But before we even get on to letting you do this favor for these Russian gentlemen and my cousin, you have to learn a lesson in proper respecto..."

One of the guards, a menacing Mexican man from the northern deserts with a black ponytail and a mustache and goatee demanded, "Head or gut?" Neto smirked in defiance. "Head. Give me your best shot, Maria..."

The man threw a hard punch and ended up crying out as Neto's head snapped back. The man had hit his hand on the pale in Neto's head. He fractured his hand in doing so and he cried out in pain. Neto chuckled. Martin Madrazo came out of the living room demanding, "What is all the commotion?" Javier told him, "Nothing, Martin. We're just resolving some differences."

"Javier, just because are familia doesn't mean you shouldn't still address me as jefe. Entiendes? Ahhh Neto.. nice to see you again."

Markovich was not in the house. Ivan noticed this. "Where is your father?" He asked Grisha. "He's taken a week long trip back to Moscow. Business. You understand. In any case, I will be going along with you. This job we're going to do is a way of strengthening our business relationship with the Madrazo family. The wisest move you could make on the west coast."

"And what's the job?"

Martin eyed Paul first saying, "I remember you. The mouthy one. What's with all the guns? Planning to shoot me?"

"I didn't even know you were gonna be here dude," Paul admitted. "And honestly, despite how hard you' d think it is to walk around like that, I do plan on using every last one of those guns on the job we're gonna be doing. Whatever it is."

"You're going to be hitting a crew that has disrespected me. "Normally I don't concern myself with professional thieves. You want to rob a bank, who am I to get in the way? Unless you hit one of my safety deposit boxes, or have something I want, then you have nothing to worry about. There's a crew down at the Port who have something I want, a shipment of arms I can use. Go down there and bring it back to me."

Grisha nodded. "I'm going along. I've been bored. Besides, all though you are the man Mr. Madrazo has hand picked for this job," He said looking at Ivan, "You are a soldier of the Markovich family. We can't have you dying just yet. There's still work my father needs to do. Plus you haven't found yours. A son is not supposed to die before his father."

"If you say so," Ivan said. They were given back their weapons. Paul took each of the pistols the Uzi and the shotgun with him.

They were given a bright red Asea. He then beckoned to Andrei, Evgeny and Vasily. Martin Madrazo chuckled. "You won't need that many of you. There's only meant to be about twelve men down there."

"You say twelve men," Grisha started. "But in my experience as a man who is both a leader and a fighter, whatever you expect the number of people there is going to be, you should double it. Sometimes triple it, even."

Grisha was armed with a Dragonuv SVD. Andrei had an AA-12 and Evgeny had an AK-74. They headed to the port their own way.

Ivan, Mai, Neto and Paul all got into a gray Cavalcade. "You take..." Stated one of the Markovich bodyguards. "You will be driving truck back as it is and this will not be missed. Is piece of shit sports utility vehicle we can afford to lose, yes?" Neto would be driving but Mai asked, "Where did you get it? Nobody's gonna miss this thing? I find that hard to believe."

"Is how you say...fell off the back of a truck..." Just before Mai could scoff and chuckle at that, he slammed the door behind him. They got in and began to drive down to the port. "Who does that pinche mamon think he's talking to?! Does he think I'm stupid? He'll just hand over the motherfuckers that killed Nenetl and Emiliano?! Bullshit..."

Paul looked at the Mexican man saying, "I think it's about time you told u what happened, man. The whole story. You told us a little bit about the cartel and how they killed your parents. I'm sorry brother. But that doesn't explain what went own with you and the Madrazo cartel."

"Bro, if you're thinking of rising up through the ranks either working with us in Rancho or the Families, thinking maybe they'll put in a good word for you to Martin,...or just going around to his house more often, don't, man. Okay...all right I'll tell you all what happened. I left the cartel. After I got shot in the head in the club. That woman from the club, I told you guys about? Nenetl...she saved me...helped me learn to walk, to eat again. She helped me see the error of my ways. Got me back to my roots as a freedom fighter. But then, we ambushed some of Madrazo's people. We didn't leave anything that could be traced back to us but somehow he found out, anyway. He send people to attack me and Nenetl...by that time we had a kid together..." He sighed. pausing a few moments. "Emiliano...they killed Nenetl when I wasn't there...and him...I fought off as many of them as I could. They killed some of my comaradas..and I saw Javier there. It's true that I didn't see exactly who killed my family that day but Javier was the one leading the attack against me. As far as I was concerned even if he didn't pull the trigger, he still did."

Mai told him, "I'm sorry Neto...and I understand why you want revenge. But it's not going to bring them back...I've lost people too. And if you do kill Javier, you'd have a target on your back for the rest of your life. They'd come and kill the rest of us too just to make an example. Or if not us, since wer can handle ourselves, they'd go after the rest of your friends down in Chipas. You have to ask yourself if it's worth it. Especially if Javier is wi;lling to serve up the men who actually pulled the trigger?"

"Yeah sure..and all I have to do is more dirty work for that pinche cabron? No thanks. Believe me, Flora, there is NOTHING that fucker can tell me about his own men that I can't find out myself taking them apart brick by brick. Besides, Javier has more incentive to just try and have me killed for good this time. What does he have to gain by helping me?"

"From a pragmatic view," Ivan began, "It would at least buy him some tim before ytou tried to kill him at least in his mind. He would think he neteueralized a threat."

"He's not that stupid and neither is Martin" Santa Muerte replied.

They got to the port to see a few bodies dropping. Mai told Neto to pull over and she got out her binoculars. They saw several guards being dropped. Mai pulled the car around They got out of the car but each got out on the left hand side as the right hand side was exposed to gunfire from the remaining shooters who opened fire with M-16 variants hitting the side of it. They got out and Paul returned fire with the Uzi spraying and hitting one of the men. "Tadow! How you like me now?!" He cried out quoting an Ice Cube song. Ivan fired his Kalashnikov striking one of the men behind the barrier with six rounds in the chest up to the collar bone.

The remaining men were in defensive positions. One of them was hit by a shot that neither Ivan, Paul, Mai or Neto had fired. Ivan looked back to the ship adjacent to the docks and realized that was where Grisha had taken up position with the SVD and had picked off several guards before they got there. He saw Vasily and Evgeny coming around. They fired as they made their way to cover picking off a guard each and they got into cover not far from where Ivan was ducked down. "Where is Andrei?!" He called out. Vasily chuckled. "I imagine those men will be seeing the big man soon enough..."

Just as one of the guards who carried a G36 was aiming and had a line of sight at Mai's back, the biggest Russian male emerged seemingly out of nowhere and grabbed the man by the neck slamming him against a barrier and a sickening cracking sound was made as his vertabrae connected with it and he cried out in pain. The oversized Russian then picked up the man's useless body and threw it in the line of fire just as another man was starting to fire at Mai. Fifteen rounds were fired but the crippled guard's body took most of the shots. Andrei ran up to the man and knocked the Rifle from his hands. The man went for a P99 sidearm trying to fire at the bald man's head but he broke his arm in a single twist and the man shrieked and Andrei demanded, "What were you going to do with that, little man?"

He twisted his arm back even further and let him collapse in pain before firing two rounds into his back. Ivan was also surprised to see Vasily there too. The man had a Rifle similiar to Evgeny who picked off two guards with headshots. Vasily fired hitting a man ducked behind a black Admiral. Neto spotted another hostile over by the gate to their right and he fired the serpent striking the man in the abdomen going through his body armor. They moved further along through the docks. A man came out blazing and Paul hit him with several shots in the neck with a .25 and as the man fell over a few more hit him in the neck as the Southeastern Canadian zeroed in on the center of his neck. "You really are planning on using every one of those, aren't you?" Asked Mai. Paul chuckled saying something that took Mai, Neto and Ivan abaclk. "You bet your sweet bronze ass I am."

She only had time to chuckle at the ballsyness of the remark. He fired the smaller revolvers one in each hand and he took down two more with head shots, blazing like a wild west outlaw. As he had gloves on, he had no reservations about dropping each gun once they were empty as taking the time to reload that many pistols would take too long. He got the shotgun ready as he took cover behind a dark gray Cavalcade and as there man was behind it in cover he fired the shotgun sticking the barrel against the glass from the sie of the SUV firing into it and sent shards of glass raining down including on himself. He also hit the man on the other side with both the shotgun blast and some of the glass as t went through the windows. The man fell over, a Caucasian with light blonde slicked back hair and a thick beard standing at six feet, dropped coughing up blood as he had both buckshot and shards in his back.

He took several rounds of return fire however and it obliterated the shotgun in his hands. "Shit!" He got back to cover but this time he retreated to the back of the SUV. Mai aimed her M4A1 picking off the man who did it at 50 yards. They made their way past some shipping containers and a man yelled, "DIIIIIIEEEE!" Ivan chuckled thinking,What is this a shitty Vinewood flick? As he came around. Andrei got him however unloading two shots from the AA-12 into his bowels as he came around the side of a trailer. They ran around to the other side of the Jetsam container.

Ivan lit up one of the men who came around the side spraying twenty rounds at him and he struck him in the abdomen with rounds from his Rifle but Evgeny finished him with a headshot.

There was one more man about a hundred yards from them and he was still firing from all the way over there. The man's body suddenly twitched and gave a jerk as he was hit by a round between the eyes and he went down. Ivan looked to see Grisha having finished off the magazine with his Rifle. He went back to where he was near a truck and he pulled out a Missile Launcher. "I don't know how but I think this may come in handy."

Ivan chuckled. "It just might..." As he got into the truck and Mai joined him in the front seat. The rest of them, Neto, Paul, Vasily and Evgeny got into the back of the truck pulling the door up. Anrdrei got in the back of the truck he had arrived in. There was one Bravta soldier who was driving it. Grisha got in the passenger seat and Andrei got in the back as usual readying the AA-12 as he reloaded. "We will cover you!"

Just then, they heard the sound of a helicopter. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Ivan cried out and Mai got out readying the heat seeking missile launcher. "Well, Grisha's got some good instincts..." She aimed carefully as it came towards them over the horizon. She then looked back at Ivan. "It might just be a civilian helicopter."

"Can't take that chance. Besides, coming to the port? There's no way..." Baba Yaga replied. Grisha agreed. "He is right. There is no coincidences. Not in this line of work..." Mai fired and the missile went over the roof of a building and struck it. They saw the smoking chopper fly to the ground in an explosion. They parked by the exit gate and used the gates as cover as they knew more men were coming. Two SUV's came and the occupants got out, screaming and firing. They were riddled with rounds as Paul fired off more from the Handguns but this time also used one of the Magnums striking one man in the left knee and then again in the groin. Mai fired her three burst picking them off one by one. Grisha's truck went through the gates and Andrei fired like a mad man and Grisha fired his SVD striking two more.

Finally, they finished off the last of them and they began to drive back to Madrazo's warehouse. It was a long drive but peaceful. They each got out after the truck had been parked.

Ivan lit a Redwood and Grisha nodded at him saying, "I'll tell father you did good. See you back in civilization..."

Ivan nodded.

As they each went their separate ways, they had all made 20 grand from that job.

Neto

Recuerda por familia

The ex soldier checked his bank account on his cell phone seeing that he had gotten the money payoff from the last job. He was wearing a white and black Hawaiian t shirt. Pajaro rolled up on a BMX. "Hey homes why you always wearing those kinds of shirts, man? This aint the 80's," The gang member himself wore a dark blue checkered jacket over a black t shirt, khaki shorts with knee high socks plus a Pounders beanie. Neto chuckled. "You think you're one to talk? First off, you're wearing a style that has been around since the 50's but has just been edited slightly decade by decade."

"What you saying ese? Pachuco steelo aint firme?" Demanded La Calaca. "No, I didn't say that. The point is pretty much anything millennials wear that they think is them being original? It's not. It's just a repeat with a slight change up."

"Bro why do you call us millennials you're only 30. You were born in 83' right? Gen ex ended in 81' buddy.'

"Yeah but a millennial is somebody born between the start of Aids and 9/11, ese."

"No, a millenial is someone born between 81' and 97' fool," Shot back Pajaro. "How the fuck would it be 81' when you JUST SAID that gen ex ends the same year?!"

"Haven;t you ever heard of a thing called new years?" Replied the Salvadoran American. "Yeah but you can' fucking be gen x and z. Just like I can't be a baby boomer and a gen exer. Estupido!" Neto said with annoyance in his tone.

"

"Chale homes, cause he was born in the homeland,pues," Demon intervened. "That whole useless millennial bullshit applies to Americanos, man. They're the ones that stopped pulling their weight. Even if it was true Santa Muerte aint no millenial."

"I was told it's from 85' to 2000."

"No, you pinche chunti. It's from 82' to 2000 so they were the first millennials. Kids born in 82' graduating class of 82'. Not that you would know about graduating...or twelve grades..."

"You know what happened to the last guy that wore our colors and mocked me? I beat him to death in front of the neighborhood," Neto warned. "Want to end up like Gordo? YOU JUST SAID 81 FIRST NOW YOU'RE SAYING 82'!"

"Calma, carnal...I was just fucking with you."

Dimples sat by smirking drinking a beer and she looked at Neto asking, "Hey where in Chiapas did you stay homes? In Chiapas? Is your varrio in Tuxtla Gutiérrez?"

"That's what everyone assumes," Neto said calming down. "But no. Mi cliqua was in Tapachula in the South West. Bordering Guatemala. So we had a lot of chapines courted in too...same with Los Mara Cucas."

He then chuckled. "I gotta hand it to the Cucas from there. They're tiny compared to Mexicans or Salvadorans but they're co cowards," He then got a serious look in his eyes. Once when I was in a fight with some chavalas that first year...I learned that the dudes from out there, were more desperate. Hungrier. Poorer. In a way that made them more dangerous than us Cabezones," He said referring to those from his home state of Yucatan. "Or Chiapaneco y Chiapanecas. It's one thing to be dangerous from brawn or even brains. Someone that has nothing to lose..is dangerous in a new way."

Just then, automatic rounds rang out and three Aztecas were mowed down on sight. A purple Manana tore up the street and a black male in a dark purple silk shirt screamed, "This is for my brother, BITCHES!" He fired an AK-47 out the window and in the car with him was a female Baller with short hair and light skin wearing a reddish purple top and blue jean shorts firing two Mac-10's. She had struck one of the Aztecas in the left side of the neck and the shoulder. The Azteca, a large somewhat overweight Chicano who was 6'1 fell face down.

Some of her rounds strayed off and hit an old woman of 78 years, a Mexican lady in a white dress. She fell over with four rounds in the chest. Neto got his Glock 17 out of his waistband firing at the car. He struck one of the Ballas, a darker skinned black male with dreads in a Panics jersey. He struck him with two rounds in the face. The man's dead body leaned into a shard of glass cutting into his neck as the bullets had destroyed the window. Demon fired his shotgun striking the female shooter and hit blew out both of her breasts in a burst of muscle, tissue and flesh.

Nata took three rounds in the left shoulder even as she was firing her Beretta back at the car but she was shot by a second vehicle, this one, a dark red Felon There were four black males inside heavily armed. All of them sent from Davis. "We're onto ya'll bitches!" Screamed a Baller with a shaved head and light skin plus an earring wearing a varsity jacket. He took eight rounds as Pajaro ran out back getting to Demon's tool shed. Quite literally, a tool shed, it had several shotguns, Handguns, Machine Guns and Assault Rifles. "Motha FUCK YOU, DEMON!" Yelled a Baller with cornrows and sunglasses wearing a white t shirt with purple SA lettering in it.

Neto got his own weapons out of his car including the serpant. He fired a twelve round burst striking the driver, a female dark skinned driver in a dark red midriff top that was patterned in the shape of a bandanna plus blue jeans. She struck her with six rounds in the stomach and as she fell from the car one did also hit her right butt cheek as she fell into the street. "Shit! Nigga they hit Markeesha!" The only reason she had fallen instead of being in the safety of the car as the driver was that she had joined in the shooting and had put the car in cruise control letting the Felon roll down the street. Neto felt his heart drop as he saw who she had hit. A six year old little girl of Salvadoran descent with pigtails had taken a stray bullet in the heart.

She hit her face on the street and her nose ran with blood and she screamed in tears as she was in agony.

The car crashed into a stop sign and El Camello, Zorra and Licha opened fire killing the remaining three inside. Dimples grabbed the OCB female and pulled her by her hair and began to sock her in her already bleeding nose. "What's up now, perra?!" She cried flicking out a switch blade which she proceeded to slice into the young woman's mouth.

She shreiked in agony and the blade cut her tongue slicing in all the way down the middle as it had her cheek. It cut down the center of the ebony woman's Papillae and her eyes bugged out as she pulled the knife out and cut her more on the way out ripping up her frenum. The Baller female screamed kicking and begging unintelligibly. "You think it's okay to kill kids, puta?!" The woman screamed what was intended to be a no but Dimples finished her off by snapping her neck. "Fucking bitch!" She spat kicking the deceased woman's bloody corpse.

Neto fired at the wheels of the ride Leondre was in. He also took out the driver with ten rounds in the chest. "We're finna mop the floor with all you taco chimps!" Yelled one of the Ballas. "Original Covenant for life!" He fired an AK-47 striking an Azteca female wearing suspenders, overalls and a white wife beater. "Go back to Tijuana with your hairy ass ho's! Go pick fruit where you belong mothafucka!" Before another word could be uttered, Neto knee capped him from thirty yards and the wounded OCB member was forced to drag himself to cover.

Leondre, meanwhile was on a rampage. With his AK-47 he had dropped five Aztecas, three men and two women and he fired intentionally hitting a fifteen year old pee wee defending his hood. He was forced to retreat to cover behind a white Cavalcade as Demon unloaded his shotgun after him. "Leondre! I see you motherfucker! Quit hiding punk! You wanted us you got us!"

"Man, fuck you! I'ma drop all your soldiers before I take care of you!" His Assault Rifle was hit by one of the blasts destroying it and he did take a few pellets in the left arm but he kept going fueled by rage and adrenaline. He looked to see a couple cradling the dead chihld in their arms taking cover where he was and the mother started to scream smacking the Baller in the face. "¡¿Por qué?! ¿Por qué mataste a mi bebé?"

He didn't speak Spanish but was able to figure what she said. "Ya'll killed my brother!" He shouted in a hoarse and feral tone as he readied his .45 to return fire. The man yelled, "Hijo de puta!" He took a swing at Leondre and hit him in the face sending the man staggering back. Were it not for him falling after being punched back, he would have nearly taken another blast from Demon.

He did however take a few shards of glass in the back of his head cutting it. He aimed the .45 at the Salvadoran father with a glare. The man looked at him almost in a voice that said, do it. You gangsters already destroyed my world shooting my son. He pulled the trigger striking the man in the forehead. "LORENZO!" Screamed the wife. "NO!" He fired two more shots to silence her. She cried out silenced and choking as the rounds hit her but he grabbed her heavy body before she could fall.

He knew what he did was wrong. But there was no time to regret it now. It was about survival. He used her lifeless body as a human shield coming out as two Aztecas across the street fired at him,one a pee wee with a 9mm the other a 20 year old with an Uzi. Round after round hit the poor housewife and mother.

Demon yelled, "I killed your little brother you fucking asshole!" Leondre screamed with rage emptying the last of the rounds at Demon and struck him with two one in the left elbow and one in the left arm. Meanwhile Demon's last shot in the shotgun also was fired and accidentally hit the woman he was using this time blasting her from Leondre's grasp and two more pellets grazed his left leg even though most of it had been blocked by her body.

He charged into Demon as his pistol was empty and pistol whipped the Mexican-Samoan man in the forehead yelling, "You fucking dead! THIS IS FOR MY FLESH AND BLOOD!" He caused a cut on the side of Demon's head and proceeded to pistol whip him again. The muscular Samoan drove a knee into his groin and followed up with a hard punch to the gut winding him. He grabbed the black male by the collar and punched him in the face hard knocking him to the ground. He yelled, "You just killed an innocent family, pendejo!" Leondre growled as Sionne grabbed him and they wrestled while the black male yelled, "NOBODY'S INNOCENT IN YOUR FUCKING NEIGHBORHOOD! WE'RE GONNA START KILLING EVERY MOTHERFUCKING BODY!"

Demon head butted him busting his nose but Leondre kicked him in his bad elbow and he cried out and the African American got the temporary advantage and he punched Demon, once, twice, three times in the face. Neto was trying to get to Demon but he was pinned down himself by the Baller rrenforcements that had arrived. A few had seemingly arrived strictly on foot. "Fuck the Ballas homes!" Cried a 19 year old Azteca with a crew cut , baggy blue jeans and a teal and dark blue striped t shirt. "BK aqui!Ball Sacks get tossed around here!" He fired a Milkor BXP downing two OCB members with a barrage of twenty two rounds but he was soon hit himself by eleven rounds in the back as a lanky dark skinned black male wearing a Boars hat a black t shirt and white gym shorts plus a violet bandanna over his face fired a Calico M960.

"Soo woooo!" He cried out letting out the Baller warcry. "Grove street for life, bitches!" He was of course referring toi the Ballas on Grove Street and not the defunct Family hood that had once stayed there. "We chopping all you fuck boys down! Fuck a 18 and what they live fo!"

El Pajaro had taken a MAT-49 from the shed and he opened fire striking the black male in the left arm wounding him and forcing him to cover. "You know purple is only a shade away from pink, right putos?! Can I get you some lavender panties while you're at it?" He fired another burst and hit the same man in the right hand and he dropped his weapon but picked it up with his good hand as he moved to cover.

"Where the fuck you get that antique?!" Demanded Chela as she got alongside Pajaro in cover firing a Remington 870 and striking a tall black male of about six foot eight wearing a dark purple plaid shirt in the stomach. He fell over as the blast went through his ribcage and pellets penetrated his heart valve. "Bigger they are, harder they fall!" She shouted. Pajaro replied, "Eh mija he had all kinds of shit I didn't have time to be picky. All you came out with was a shotty. We aint hunting deer!"

"No, we're hunting ducks!" Shouted Licha. Neto spotted the wounded gangster that had been talking racial shit and the guy tried to fire his Taurus 9mm. He struck Neto with four rounds in the chest but realized that he wearing a vest. He tried to aim but Neto kicked the gun from his hand and stomped on it putting all his weight down on it. He screamed and the gangster tried to get the gun with his other hand but Neto stomped on his wounded knee caps. "YOU FUCKING MEXI ROACH! YOU LITTLE BITCH ASS MIDGET!" Neto sized him up. "You're only five ten. You ever hear that joke about why mayates are so tall? Their knee grows. Get it?" The man spat in his face. "Fuck you! Taco eating bitch! I swear to god all my patnas is gonna get at you later run a train on your bitch, pipe her down then shoot your little hairy ass children! Hit her with that BBC."

"That's another thing. You guys bring up dicks in conversations with other races when nobody's talking about it. Why don't you ever try and lay that claim to the 'sistas'? Is it cause they already know or are you afraid they'd say what a myth that is?" Neto stomped on his balls then said, "I'd cut yours off but I'm pretty sure there's not much to cut off. Fuckers like you overcompensate...honestly I'd just be doing you a favor...making you a woman. I think you guys are on the down low. Ese's wear white t's but you fuckers made em long. Long enough that they look like dresses. Plus the earrings. The pants off your ass. And I'm pretty sure I accidentally saw videos on Electric Tit of MEN twerking."

"Fuck you! You spics aint from here. You got no culture ya'll aint Spanish and you aint Indian. Just a bunch of Spanish rape babies! Yeah ya'll got some Indian in you but most Messycans only been in this country twenty seven years! You hate mayates but you listen to our music! Fuck you! Go listen to some mariachi! Brownside and Conejo just copied off niggas! Rap takes creativity and brains something Mexicans aint got! That's why don't nobody play your shit on the radio! That's why Puerto Ricans get airplay cause they fuck with niggas!"

"You know, I got told that back when I was working in New Arcadia too. Mariachi it aint for everybody but you know what the mariachi bands have that rap doesn't? Instruments. The worst mariachi band in the world is better than the best rapper. You can't play guitars you can't play trumpets. Used to be different. New Arcadia's where jazz started but tintos stopped playing in rock and jazz bands. So you call my people talentless cause we aint as mainstream and marketable to jueritos but...you chavalas got the music business by the balls and you still suck. You can't understand what mariachis are saying and I can't understand what Drake says. And I speak English!"

He got an inch from the gang banger's face. "Admit it. You're not here for revenge for Overdose. You're here because you like killing Mexicans..."

"Gladly! I hate you circus midgets! Yo K Low get over here mayne this motherfucking spic's trying to murk me!" Screamed the gang member. Neto looked at the tattoo on his chest. " Down Low has his own problems. Don't you worry about him. Evil Kirk, huh? Well I can't say I like the nickname but at least you're honest. But you know, I'm right here...one of us. Your boy right there is fighting one of the vatos that killed OD..." Demon and Leondre were ducking it out but both staying behind an abandoned Baller SUV as neither wanted to catch a stray from either side. They both had blood on their faces as they exchanged blow after blow.

"And the other man who did it is right in front of your eyes..."

Evil Kirk glared at him. "Fucking sewer rat mothafucka...you lying!" Neto sneered, "Maybe I am but what's it matter to you either way? I'll make you a deal, puto. I got this..." He pulled out the bowie knife he often used to snort meth. "You're gonna pick up the cuete right there...you still got some vallas in there, right? Baller? You know that's Espanol for Bullet right?"

"Yeah mothafucka you finna catch a balla from a Balla..."

The gangster grabbed his pistol and Neto said, "If you can shoot me before I get to you, maybe you live. But if you don't, I'm going to kill you in a very painful way..."

The gangster sneered. "You're bringing a knife to a gunfight homie...you spics aint just midgets in size you mental midgets..." Neto thought about reminding him of the fact that mestizos had an average iq of 100 while blacks had one of 85 but there was no point. "What can I say? I like things more up close and personal."

With that he charged at him and Evil Kirk brought it up firing trying to hit him in the face but his hand was shaking and the round missed and instead grazed Neto in the jaw. Neto stabbed him in the mouth and the gangster screamed with agony. Neto had liked what was done to that female gangster by Dimples. He called to Dimples who was shooting it out with four Ballas who were behind a navy blue 2003 Felon. "Mija can I see your filerjo?" She tossed it to him saying, "Long as I get it back!"

He shoved the already bloody knife in his mouth ripping his lips from the side with the ten inch bowie knife and he shoved the pocket knife into his tongue. He stabbed the bottom corner, the tip of his tongue slicing through it. Evil Kirk screamed unable to talk as he sliced his gums with the smaller knife then went back to the lower part of the tongue. "No point in eating sweets again, perro...you won't be able to taste it..."

He went to the top this time and sliced it and said, "No more bitter..." He moved to the middle cutting it as Evil Kirk's eyes welled with tears as he screamed so hard it seemed he would burst out of his own skin.

He tried to curse to scream but he was unable to talk. "Does that hurt, bitch?! I brought a knife to a gunfight. Now eat your words!" He shoved the blade deeper inside as blood gushed everywhere and he cut the roof of his mouth. Just then, the blade slipped on all the blood and went to the back of his throat and down it and he began to choke as the blade sliced him up inside. His eyes bugged out as he couldn't talk. Dimples got to him. "Hey you done with my knife?" Neto said, "There...may have been an accident..." The guy was coughing and choking blood as the knife went straight down. Neto grabbed him by the throat catching it there saying, "NO!Q For the first time in my life I'm gonna say this...don't swallow...!"

The man's eyes were going black as he was being cut and strangled from within. "Jesus! You had one job!" Neto grabbed the bowie knife and said, "Doctor, he's choking. We gotta do an emergency tracheotomy!" He sliced the man's neck open and blood sprayed all over his face and he let out gurgling sounds. Neto cackled as the blood coated his face. "Gotta love a squirter!" The gang member was in the throes of death. He was able to grab it by the tip pulling it out ripping it out through the gash. It ripped his muscle and tissue and he pulled the blade out hanging out. "Hey look, it's a African necktie instead of Colombian, esa!" He cackled.

He pulled it the rest of the way out ripping the skin out of him and he handed it back to her. She refused it saying, "Hell no, fool. You're gonna hold onto that and wash it! Esta loco!"

Despite his injuries, K Low managed to drag himself across the street and he knocked Demon off of Leondre as Demon had the advantage and was punching the black male in the jaw. He kicked him off. "NO! That bitch is mine!" Screamed Leondre. K Low said, "I know blood I'm just making sure you get your motherfuckin revenge!" He handed him a spare Glock 19. "He done caugt them hands. Time to air him out, dog..."

He aimed at Demon's forehead and said, "I should put your ass under a tire too..but I guess I'll do that to that other..."

He cried out as he felt Neto stab him from behind with the already tainted bloody knife. He twisted it good into him and pulled it out. He was going to stab him again but K Low got the dropped pistol off the ground and fired off two shots without even aiming but he did hit Neto twice in the back in the vest before Neto was able to put his bowie knife in Leondre's spine as he had planned and Big Demon grabbed Neto and pulled him away as the gangster fired several more shots but he missed. Neto and Demon got to cover behind a parked dark green Glendale. "Don't let that bitch get away...please..."

"Fuck all that, homie we gotta get you help!" He helped the gang member walk and a female gang member helped him limp to a car where a tall black male was waiting. "Come on! They're too deep around here!" They took off down the street as Licha, Dimples and Pajaro fired at the car. They ducked down of course to get away. There was still the four Ballas left in the hood still shooting but El Pajaro emptied the magazine from his weapon into the face of the first, a light skinned black woman with reddish hair and a purple crop top and black jeans. The second was hit in the chest by and then the back, from Chela.

The third was hit with eight rounds from one of the unnamed Aztecas firing at him. The fourth was dropped by Gata and Nata. Nata had an AK-47 and she had been quite angry the last several days from having been kidnapped by the Uso's. She wanted to go after them in their hood and wipe them all out but now they had been attacked by Davis Ballas on their home turf and she had to help defend it.

"This shit got too real homes..." Neto groaned from being shot in the back. He said, "I gotta get the fuck outta here..."

Demon nodded. "So do we. We'll see you in a week or so. Until then, make yourself scarce. We aint gonna be in the neighborhood until then."

"Orale. If I got any business I need taken care of out here I'll send Oso..."

He got out of the area.

Paul

He met up with Lil King. "What up?" He dapped the young Mohawk. "So what's the problem?" Lil King sighed. "Niggas in my hood be looking at me like I'm a bitch, man. Lamar...he just got arrested taken to the County so I don;t know if or when he'll get out and I aint got nobody to vouch for me, man. Stretch look at me like he wanna kill me. I keep wondering if he's gonna sell me out for wanting to get Rhino killed, man!"

"Is that what this is about? But Rhino's dead and Stretch was trying to let him get killed too, remember? But Slim got killed and that fucked it up."

"That's what's fucking with me, man. It's been a few months and aint nobody even got revenge for my nigga Slim. I mean...not the kind that counts. Just cap a few OCB niggas here and there but I can feel it in my heart, bruh. Whoever did that shit still out there but I don't know who. It could be anybody, nigga!"

"If it's not that, then what is it?"

He sighed. "Some niggas wanted to shoot up my crib, man and I gotta worry about my mama and mh sister. My mama keep on smacking me but she knows I'm for real on this shit and she can keep on beating me but she knows it aint safe to go back to Strawberry right now...but we can't keep on like this forever..."

"What did you do, Steven?" Asked Paul. "Why it have to be something I did, cuz? Who says it's my fault?" Paul replied, "What did you do?"

"Aight...look...niggas around the hood think I'm a bitch...females be hating me too cause I might have put hands on a woman..."

"Are you fucking serious?!"

"Look don't look at me like that. I aint some wife beater or none of that shit. I know your story but this aint that. Remember baby in the short shorts? Ethiopian girl?"

"Yeah you were trying to get her number right?"

"Yeah that's the thing homie I was up in them guts it was good. Nigga say Ethiopian girls got aids they tried to tell me don't even go up in that even with the jimmy but I did..."

"So you get her pregnant?"

"Naw it aint even like that, partna. See what had happened was...I aint mean for it to be nothing more than that. But she tried to say I was treating her like a ho. Then she gets to smacking on me and look I aint a woman beater but she was fucking up my threads and my chain bitch had some sharp ass nails so yeah, i hit her. Just to stop her, you feel me? But that only pissed her off more and she tried to punch and kick me so...I shut that shit dowhn only...you know how it is. Women aint as strong as men so I may have hit her too hard...but she's got a brother in this lil clique called the Bridge Side Trappers. I asked some of the niggas that sling for me, BG's if they knew who they be. They said it aint no thang. They're just a punk ass tagging crew that hang out downtown and sometimes they get high under the 6th street bridge. But...they got heat. Now normally, I wouldn't even trip but they said they was finna come through and light up my mama's crib whether I was there or not..."

" Jesus," Paul whistled. "You really fucked up this time."

"Look nigga you said you got my back! And niggas from Forum, they say they can't do shit unless niggas come through and shoot plus they say they don't know where they be kicking it at... cause every time they checked it out these niggas wasn't there. But the CGF niggas think I'm a punk for hitting a woman...and so do a lot of other fools...so they aint even got my back on this shit..."

"Why? They're supposed to be your homies."

"Look...I aint for sho on this but I been hearing that the South Side Ballas want me dead. They said they'd even be willing to make the Bridge boys a sub set or some bullshit to SSB if they lay me out...or they'd bless them in hell I don't know! Point is though Stretch was pissed at me though he said I'm fucking up the truce and other niggas that's with it and aint with the peace still look at me like Im a hot head, mayne just cause they already beef with every Baller hood but they don't see the Bridge niggas as Ballas since they just a tagger crew right now but they see it as me getting them into a beef that aint theirs. What the fuck, man? I thought my beef was their beef? If I wantyed disloyal niggas that turn on you tomorrow when they ride today I'd have stayed in the Little Difficult...I need your help, bruh. With Lamar inside you all I got."

"What about G Note?"

"She wants to help me out so do Peaches but Stretch said no...I'm telling you it aint nobody else. I can take them hits from mom dukes and I aint never gonna raise my hands to her the way i would that bitch. But that ole Ethiopian nigga's finna try and smoke me for his cousin and he got about six more niggas in that crew that ride with him. I aint looking to see my family, my real family killed for me. I fucked up, nigga and I'm willing to die like a man and face that...but it should be me...but niggas out here be savage..they don't give a fuck...I just want to deal with this myself. If I handle this shit on my own without their help they'll start to respect me again. Even if I got help from you it's two on seven...I can't even pay you that much money I'll give you what I got but it aint much...all I can give you is my word and my bond I'll always have your back..and my undying gratitude... and if you won't help me then...fuck it...I'll go back to the crib in Berry and face them motherfuckers myself..."

Paul sighed. "You're a fucking idiot. I mean really.I knew you southern boys were retards but Jesus Christ. But you're right. Your mom doesn't have to die and neither does your sister. If you have a one night stand, Jesus use some fucking charisma to let her down. Or say you'll call her even if you don't. You ward motherfuckers are supposed to be macs right? What the fuck happened to that?"

Lil King ignored the insults, "My nigga, I owe you...for real..."

"Whatever homes. Let's get to the hood and get this over with."

Meanwhile...

In a house not far from Vinewood Hills, Javier sat with a male infant about one year old. He had a full head of hair when he was younger than that. Unlike a lot of American babies of other races, it seemed Mexican and also Samoan babies had a full head of hair before Caucasian babies did and at a much younger age. He got a call from his cousin. "Bueno, primo...como esta?"

"How are things with you and little Alejandro?" Asked Martin. "Just fine, jefe. Just fine. Going to feed him and put him down for a nap."

"You should bring him by. Patricia, she always wanted to have a child but she couldn't. Barren womb. Still, she is great with children. We'd love to babysit."

"Maybe so. So what's up? Do you need me to come by?"

"Yes. But make sure you don't bring Alejandro until I tell you to. We want to babysit but we will come to you. It's not safe for you to leave the house with the child. Not yet. He's not old enough."

"I understand...oye Martin?"

"Yes, Javier?"

"Does Neto know his son is still alive?" He asked looking at the cute and innocent unsuspecting Alejandro.

2014

Neto

Melting ICE

Moira was one of the two women who had surprised them. He looked with shock at the second. "Emiliana?!"

He was shocked to see his old companera from the army there. "¿Que está haciendo ella aquí?"

(What is she doing here?)

Moira replied, "Lo creas o no, algunos soldados tienen un consciente. Y mientras ella podría ser urbanizada y puede haber estado viviendo una mentira antes, ella está tratando de aprender ahora. Tú eras un soldado una vez y tú y ella tuvieron las espaldas de los demás contra los zeros."

(Believe it or not, some soldiers have a conscious. And while she might be urbanized and may have been living a lie before, she's trying to learn now. You were a soldier once too and you and her have had each other's backs against the Zero's.)

Emiliana nodded and she hugged Neto. He had to admit the mestiza woman from Mexico City smelled good. "Neto, siento oír lo que le pasó a tu familia. Sé que no nos hemos visto en años, pero si me das la oportunidad, te ayudaré a vengarte..."

(Neto, I'm sorry to hear what happened to your family. I know we have't seen each other in years but if you give me the chance, I will help you exact revenge .)

"Vamanos cabronas!" Called El Brujo. The two slung their Rifles over their shoulders and got in. They were almost to their rendezvous point as they flew for well over an hour. Finally, on the outskirts of Blaine County in a mostly abandoned area, they arrived at an ICE detention center. They had guard towers but Neto was prepared for that. There were two Snipers one in each tower. Neto fired the Savage's rockets at the first tower obliterating the guard tower. He then fired on the second tower with the mini guns iunloading before the poor bastard, a scrawny Caucasian guard with beach blonde hair could get a shot off. The rounds bombarded the man's body by the hundreds.

There were other guards coming out carrying Rifles as Neto fired raking the machine guns at them too sweeping up ythree more men. One hit in cover behind the door of the building crying oiut, "Call the Sheriff's Department! Or Fort Zancoudo!" Cried the man with aredneck accent. "Murica's under attack by terrorists!"

They came down and the man came out firing his Assault Rifle. Culebra took him down with the M4A1 in a three round burst he hit the man in his Adams apple. Neto obliterated the fences surrounding the detention center as well still overing a bit. Finally he landed and got out. More guards came out firing and Neto took ten rounds in the chest but he returned fire with the Serpant hitting a guard in the face and hitting another in the throat.

Moira and Emiliana came through firing and hitting two more of the uniformed guards. " ¡Libertad! We didn't cross the border! The border crossed us!" Screamed the Mexican national. Emiliana saw an ICE Rebel coming and she opened fire striking the driver in the head decorating his brains all over the window and as the truck crashed to a stop she fired upon the second guard who was brandishing a shotgun before he could get out.

Another truckload of guards were firing on the Zapatistas but Brujo and Tito held them off both firing their AK-74's and Tito struck an agent who was a Chicano male with dark brown skin and a goatee standing at 5'9. El Brujo also fired into him hitting him with five more rounds. "Vale verga, pocho!" He screamed.

They took out the other three guards together. As they got inside, they began to set up charges on a wall and they set them off. Smoke kicked up and they made their way inside. At least thirty people, most of them Mexicans but some were Guatemalan, Nicaraguan and Salvadorans too were huddled together. The conditions were unsanitary as far as how many people had to share a bathroom and beds. There were sick elders and children. There was even one pregnant woman who looked like she might go into labor any minute.

"Todos ustedes son libres de ir! La Patrulla Fronteriza de los Estados Unidos, ICE el INS y la Patrulla Fronteriza Civil son todos un puñado de idiotas hipócritas!"

(All of you are free to go! The United States Border Patrol, ICE the INS and the Civil Border Patrol are all a bunch of hypocritical assholes!)

Culebra also addressed them all as well. "¿Quiénes son ellos para decirte que no perteneces aquí? ¿O en Nueva Austin? El primer Anglos para aparecer en Nueva Austin ni siquiera llegó allí hasta la década de 1830! Y aquí, este es Aztlán. Para que te deporten, el territorio cedido o no es una violación del Tratado de Gudalupe-Hidalgo! ¡Lo han estado violando desde 1848! Sé que algunos de ustedes son mestizos. Muchos tienen miedo de llamarse Indios porque es una palabra sucia volver a casa. Eso es lo que nos enseñaron los españoles. Odiar quiénes somos. ¡Pero si usted creyó incluso una palabra de eso hoy estoy aquí para decirle que es Indios hoy que le han liberado! Sé que tal vez nunca puedas regresar a casa y sé que Estados Unidos no puede ser la tierra de la opurtunidad como se nos enseña. Hay pandillas y drogas y cárteles aquí también, pero esta es su patria tanto como la mía."

(Who are they to tell you that you don't belong here? Or in New Austin? The first Anglos to show up in New Austin did not even arrive there until the 1830's! And here, this is Aztlan. For them to deport you, ceded territory or not is a violation of the Treaty Of Guadalupe-Hidalgo! They have been violating it since 1848! I know some of you are mestizos. Many are afraid to call yourselves Indians because it is a dirty word back home. That is what the Spanish taught us. To hate who we are. But if you believed even a word of that today I am here to tell you that is Indians today who have freed you! I know you may never be able to return home and I know the United States may not be the land of opportunity like we're taught. There are gangs and drugs and cartels here too but this is your homeland as much as mine. )

Emiliana also spoke out. "¡Apresúrese! ¡Todos ustedes! ¡Antes de que lleguen más! Comience una nueva vida con sus familias! O cualquier familia que ya esté aquí esperando por ti."

(Hurry!All of you! Before more of them get here! Start a new life with your families! Or whatever family may already be here waiting for you. )

Culebra pulled out his wallet and he removed all the money setting it down. "Tómalo. ¡Todo ello! Hay suficiente para que todos ustedes no se pisoteen. Encontrar trabajo en Los Santos. O Las Venturas o San Fierro pero cuanto más lejos de aquí mejor. Y si es posible intenta evitar trabajar para cualquier gavachos! Trabaje con su propia gente en los barrios donde quiera que termine, pero no vaya a limpiar sus casas si puede ayudarla. Encuentra otro tipo de trabajo. Uno en el que no tienes que interactuar con ellos tanto."

(Take it. All of it! There is enough for all of you do not trample each other. Find work in Los Santos. Or Las Venturas or San Fierro but the further away from here the better. And if possible try to avoid working for any gavachos! Work with your own people in the barrios wherever you end up but don't go cleaning their houses if you can help it. Find another kind of job. One where you don't have to interact with them as much. )

Tito and El Brujo as well as Emiliana and Moira gave what money they had too. Neto felt it only right he give up some of what he had. "Go!" He called out. They started to run for the exit. All except one family. A Guatemalan family. The father, a short brown skinned man of about 5'5 with a young son and a daughter plus his pregnant wife said, "Por favor, señor, necesitamos dar a luz a nuestro bebé. Un hospital. ¡Necesitamos un hospital!"

(Please, sir we need to deliver our baby. A hospital. We need a hospital! )

El Brujo, not being the most compassionate of Neto's newly recruited Zapatistas replied, "¡No! Ya te ayudamos a salir, cabron!"

(No! We already helped you, now leave asshole!)

Emiliana cried out, "Eres el idiota, boboso si no nos dejan ayudarlos!"

(You're the asshole if you don't let us help them!)

"Pendeja, los policías están llegando! Tendremos bastante tiempo viendo nuestros propios culos sin ellos!" Growled El Brujo.

(Pendeja, the cops are coming! We'll have a hard enough time watching our own asses without them!)

Culebra told them, "Podemos tomarlos, pero va a ser apretado. Algunos de ustedes pueden tener que renunciar a sus asientos!" The ex seal beckoned for them to get in.

(We can take them but it's going to be tight. Some of you may have to give up your seats!)

Moira and Emiliana decided to stay. "Te cubriremos..."

(We'll cover you)

Neto sighed. "Si te quedas, yo también lo haré..."

(If you stay then I will too)

Emiliana nodded with a smile. "Como en los viejos tiempos..."

(Just like old times)

Culebra started to lift off. Before they were gone however, Tito threw a Launcher down and some missiles in a crate. "Just in case things get hairy! Bueno suerte, carnal!"

Neto waved farewell to the long haired Zapatista as they took off. Emiliana reloaded her Rifle saying, "Tenemos que asegurarnos de que no van tras los refugiados..."

(We have to make sure they don't go after the refugees)

Neto told her in English, "They won't. We're their biggest concern now. We'll hold them off as long as we can then make a break for it. We don't want to wait for Zancoudo to send backup. I'll try and see if there's a chopper around here too..."

He got the launcher ready as he saw Blaine County Sheriff's department vehicles coming as well as some N.O.O.S.E Grangers.

He was glad they each had body armor on but that wasn't going to make them invincible. They would need a miracle to get through this. The migrants who were able bodied were still off running into the desert trying to get back to civilization but also not afraid to trek through the desert more if they had to just as they had to in order to get into the country. They had made sure to give them what was left of the food and water in the detention center as well.

If there was anything worth dying for, should he be killed, it was this. He wondered if Mai was going to assume he did it. If he died here, she'd know for sure but if somehow he survived, she would be curious and he would lie to her. If she ever tried to stop him from conducting Zapatista business he would end her. He'd valued her friendship over the last year but finding out she was IAA made him hate her. Even though he'd had his problems with Ivan last year regarding the war with the Aztecas and Ballas, even he was more an ally now than her and had just as much reason to want her dead when he found out if he didn't know already. Paul would too but there was nothing the youth could do from where he was.

He smiled as he got ready to engage the enemy. Culebra knew that once he got somewhere they could deliver the baby, something he knew how to do, he would have to let that family be on their way but he also needed to put them up somewhere. He would get more money from the bank. He also knew he would have to destroy the helicopter. When the government found it, and they would it would be destroyed but when they found out whatever they could, they would learn it was a cartel chopper. Patriotic redneck zealots would try and claim it was a declaration of war on the United States by Mexico but really it would be the cartel as far as they knew but these same rednecks would se the cartel as one and the same as the country.

Which was true as far as the government and cartel were concerned but not the government and the cartel and the people, no in truth it was the Zapatistas and the people who were one and the same and while he could not afford to yet let any blame fall on his compas while he was only starting to build a chapter in El Norte, and he didn't want it to be blamed on them or the brothers and sisters down south, it was them. But he had planned it this way so that the Madrazo cartel would be blamed, even if only indirectly.

Lincoln Parish

Task was sitting out on the front steps. Adayh sized him up after he took his insulin. "You know, that stuff isn't really natural..." The deep voiced Creek informed him.

"Yeah a lot of things aint natural, enit? Car accidents, fetal alcohol syndrome, but here we are. I need it to survive."

"What I',m saying is a change in diet can make it so that you don't even need insulin. If you're type 2 Diabetic, it can be done. I've seen it. You think it's only South Yankton that has diabetics all over the place?" Adayh sat next to him. "You remember Pete? Guy that broke his arm in that accident off Route 90?"

Task nodded. "Yeah. About last year, right?" The larger man stated, "He started to go on a more natural diet. Now he doesn't need insulin shots. he's even okay to have an E Cola with a meal now and then without worrying. I mean you obviously need it when your blood sugar;'s low. And you need insulin. But I'm telling you, this is a crutch for a warrior."

"You saying I should go vegan? I aint doing that."

"NO. I said natural. Don't get meat that you find in a lot of the supermarkets. Read the labels. I would even say a butcher shop is good to go to. They don't have those the way they used to. And I know this isn't the prairie either but there's plenty of game to hunt down here too. Vegetables, get it from farmers markets not supermarket. Better yet grow your own if you can. And as for water? Better to start getting used to boiling if if you can. That hurricane that happened back in 05' it can happen like that again. You won't have access to insulin or anything else we take for granted. All this could be gone."

Task shrugged. "Maybe you're right, bro. I'll think about it. I don't like taking these shots that's for sure..."

"You gotta go with what's natural. Because this society as we know it? It doesn't even have to be a raid like in the old days, or some jihadist blowing shit up. It's just the basic neglect and incompetence this own society has. Think of every oil spill in the gulf. Or like those radiation problems in Japan? These people think they know everything until the day comes they realize they don't know much. Even those men we went against...how long would they last if they didn't have a supermarket to get food? A hospital for medical treatment?"

"So what are you trying to say, Red? Give it all up?"

"No. I'm saying an EMP pulse that's big enough can short circuit a lot of what people just assume will always be here. You and me know better than most just how much something you thought could last will always be there when it can't..."

"Maybe you're right," Task said with a chuckle. "My grandpa used to tell me when they put him in the schools, they'd say in the book of Genesis God gave man dominion over the animals. People still think that way too."

"I've never seen a man that can control the way a hurricane goes. Or a tornado. Or an earthquake," Replied the larger American Indian. With that, Lee rolled up.

"You got the shit?" Asked the Chinese American. Task directed him to the truck where they had a suitcase full of weapons. "It's not as much as before but it'll last you through a rainy day if the Apostles come back," Mark was with him too. "How's the wounds?" He asked Task. Task replied, "Healing. How's the shoulder? Last I heard when you left town it was pretty nasty..."

"It's healed. Got some scars. You know what they say. Every scar brings another story."

Adayh walked away not wanting to engage in the conversation with either BSU member. Mark handed Task off the money. "Can't believe you're willing to still buy off us."

"Hey if it aint broke don't fix it," Lee stated. Mark eyed the large Cushutta Creek walking away. "I see he's still not in a peaceful mood."

"You really can't expect that he ever will be," Task stated. "You might see us as having betrayed you for a time but you said it was cool. But with Red, he's different. Besides, I know you guys will never forgive Felix either so it's the cost of business."

"Hey, you two were never partying with us and you weren't part of the Brotherhood," Mark corrected. "Felix was. Now maybe my one mistake is that I told Victor that I understood where Felix was coming from wanting to be around what he can relate to. I told Victor that but maybe I should have told Felix. But then, he didn't have to go do what he did up at the club. Choices were made. He made his. It was the wrong one. End of story."

"Then maybe you should stay away from him," The Lakota suggested. "Seriously. He hangs mostly around the rez and the barrio. That's where he is. Maybe occasionally back in Sunbelt. I don't know but the point is he doesn't go around the wards anymore."

"And he better fucking not," Lee snarled. "Oh wait are yiou trying to say I can't come visit the rez?"

"No. I'm not. I'm saying the three of you anywhere near each other is bad news. The Apostles are gonna come after us. We can probably hold our own with Miguel and Felix and Cruz. But you guys keep showing up. I'm not saying it's a problem you have helped us. But that whole, him being dead to you thing doesn't really work if you see him almost as often as you see us. If we're gonna be somewhere and Felix is gonna be there first, it's probably best if you guys don't. And if you're somewhere first we gotta be we can make sure he isn't."

"Well then," Lee stated. "If we should ever come across that traitor and his cholo brigade and they're there before you, I suggest the same to you. Then you stay out of the way and let nature take its course,"

"You already removed one of his tattoos. That's your business. But if you're not going to leave him alone, then why not kill him. If you're not going to kill him, why not leave him alone? Anything in between the two is just a waste of time. And it's really for nothing else but your own egos."

"I didn't know you Pawnees were so sentimental," Lee said with a twisted grin. Task flipped him off. Mark shrugged. "Whatever. You know for what's it's worth, not that this had anything to do with Felix but the barrios in this state did okay against us. At least as well as you can expect from a Parish that size and gangs that small. This aint LS. It aint Liberty City and it's not New Austin. The numbers don't favor the VLA. If they were able to do anything else beyond that they'd be superhuman. But they don't got themselves a Ernesto like Sunbelt do. And they don't got themselves a Saint Of Death neither. When you're talking about gang bangers with average skills, that's only good enough to go against other average skilled motherfuckers. Up against us, that's suicide. But they've been spanked."

Lee added, "Only now, it's not even us that's your biggest problem. Cruz and all of them., maybe even you could be wiped out tomorrow if Doom and Queen come back with more soldiers and more guns. We can say we'll prevent that but we can't guarantee shit. And it's bad blood between us and Cruz too. They got you guys, sure and that''s okay until they bring in even more ex military Apostles or better yet call in other gangs under the Kin nation."

"Sorry to say it brother but if that happens," Mark warned, "The best your boys in Lincoln Parish can really even hope for is a brave last stand. Have their own Thermopyle before they're wiped from existence," They got into the vehicle they arrived in and he called out, "If we get wind of anymore Apostles coming your way, we'll let you know."

With that the two BSU members started to head back. "What kind of toys we got to play with?" Mark asked Lee. "Anything sexy?" Lee chuckled. "You're just gonna have to wait until we get home to see."

"Now you know nobody likes a tease, honey," Mark said with a chuckle prompting Lee to give him the finger. With that as they drove off the song Have You Ever Seen The Rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival played.

Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm
I know it's been comin' for some time
When it's over so they say
It'll rain a sunny day
I know shinin' down like water

I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?

Yesterday and days before
Sun is cold and rain is hard
I know been that way for all my time
'Til forever, on it goes
Through the circle, fast and slow,
I know it can't stop, I wonder

I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?

I want to know

Have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?

As they drove, the youngest Roman couldn't help but think how much the chorus actually described perfectly the way New Arcadia was. It was like Seattle inverted.

Meanwhile Adayh returned and asked Task, "You think they'll still go after Neto?" Task shrugged. "I don't know. Probably. I guess Neto's supposed to be behaving back in LS but I'm not sure. That Vietnamese lady...it's like she was trying to keep a leash on him..."

"He won't. It's going to come down to a war of fists with him and Roman again. You know...his street and cartel name is Santa Muerte, his Spanish name is Neto and his birth name is Ikal. You know what my name for him is?"

"Something Creek, I bet," Smirked the Lakota. "Nope. Atlatlacamani. I know he's not Aztec by tribe but he is a mayan who joined the Aztecas. And both were very civilized. The apex of Meso American civilization."

"What's that mean?" Asked Task. "It has three meanings but they go hand in hand. He who creates the storm. The disobedient one. The one who will not conform..."Answered the larger man.

Adayh then grinned. "They'll have to kill him and that's easier said than done. But they can't control him. Not Mark's cougar, and not the biker looking chick that took Neto home."

Neto

House Call

He sat out in front of Gata's place. He'd fucked her too and she'd said she had to go and he could let himself out. He spotted her car, a teal sabre pull up and she carried an Uzi in hand. She was running in a panic. Nata came around the side of the car too carrying another Uzi and she was nursing a single gunshot wound to the left arm. "What the fuck happened?!" He demanded. "The Da Nang Boyz. They started spraying at us when we were at the drive through!" Cried out Nata. "They're rolling through trying to take us out! We barely got away but they're coming after the neighborhood!"

Neto went to the trunk of his car and got out a new FX-05 Xiuhcoatl. He saw a dark blue Tornado roll up the street and a gang member inside was firing an M4 out teh window. He struck two Aztecas off the bat, one looking about twenty one, the other twenty two. Both fell in a hail of rounds as sixteen rounds bombarded the two males.

Neto drew on the passenger, firing and striking him in the chest as the car stopped and the two got out. The driver got out wearing a dark green t shirt under a black plaid button up, khaki shorts and knee high socks not so unlike cholos wore except for the last thing that was distinguishably Asian. Sandals. Fucking sandals in a gunfight. Neto fired at both feet blowing off three toes from the left foot and four on the right. The Asian gangster howled in agony staggering back and Neto clubbed him in the face with the Rifle. "

"Don't step on my toes, I won't step on yours!" Neto stomped on his left foot and then his right and the guy shrieked. Neto put the Rifle in his mouth and fired again blowing his brains out of the back of his skull. Just then, Gata got a call on her cell. "Shit! The Mara Cucas just rolled up and started spraying Pajaro's chante! We gotta go help him!"

Neto yelled out loud, "Why the fuck is the varrio getting hit up like this?!"

"I don't know but we're going to have to survive these fuckers if we want to find out!" Cried out Nata as four more SUV's pulled up with carloads of Da Nang Boyz who started firing on every Azteca they could find.

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That's it for this chapter I know it's not as long as it could be but there's still so much I have ro write. I didn't exand much on Tiny's funeral cause I'm not good at writing funeral scenes. I mean I've been to em sure but different funerals happen a certain way based on different faiths so I don't know how different each Christian denomination is. Anyway, I still have to show Leela's funeral plus the Ballas including Mark the Baller OG will also appear to and they will ride on Carson Avenue.

So Leondre made a failed attempt at revenge for Overdose but it wasn't like he didn't still try pretty hard. He's alive he's just wounded. He and Mark are going to also have a conversation with each other after the shooting.

As for Mark of New Arcadia since in New Arcadia he is back on good terms with Task I figured I'd show a weapons deal and have them have a slightly friendly chat.

As for that song that sounds exactly like how Zilla describes New Orleans.

As fort that cliff hanger with the DNB's it will be picked up next chapter but part of that is showing the results of what Zilla showed in a chapter when he had the Aztecas phones hacked so now all kinds of enemies are hitting up Rancho.

As for Grisha and Andrei and co being involved in the mission stickup the stickup crew i wanted to do sort of an oc twist on the actual mission from online.

As for Adayh's name for Neto Zilla mentioned earlier that he speaks a few different languages and one of them was Nahuatl plus that name is the name of a guy I actually know who is half Lipan Apache (The band from Texas that often fought Comanches) and half Nahuatl and that is his tribal name. If you think about it, it fits Neto too.

As for Leondre crossing that line with killing civilians I wanted to show how overcome with rage and grief he is. He may express guilt about it later but in his view he sees it as justified and he thinks that the only way the Ballas and Families will have a chance in the war is if they start killing civilians in the barrio just like south side gangs do in their neighborhoods. He's sort of losing his mind he used to be more level headed than OD but he's going insane.

As for that knife thing with Neto, however realistic or unrealistic it is remember GTA's a video game plus you could technically do that it would just be messy as fuck. I wanted to once again show how sadistic he can be when killing enemies. As far as what that Baller was saying though about Mexicans being rape babies, as ironic as it is to hear African Americans say that I've had blacks say that all Amerindian Indians are that as well so it's not entirely fictional what was said but it's still ironic given the source plus knowing history. I could maybe understand if the average Chinese guy said that but...really?

As for the raid on the detention center, see that's kind of based on an actual attack at the border where a helicopter did attack bp agents. I was debating whether or not to also blame this instead omn Islamic fundamentalists which is something Neto is not above doing to keep his own ass covered plus this is close to the time of the San Bernadino shooting and Blaine County is based on that area and Inland Empire in general so maybe I'll do something else along those lines.

Next chapter we'll see more of Paul's flashbacks in Canada, another heist setup, a flashback with Mai doing a mission for Devlin and the United Liberty contact (Supposed to be this chapter but it's not complete) plus a flashback of Packie and Paul in Liberty City, also Ivan and Marco and Charlie ill have a show down plus the Ballas will ride on Carson Avenue. And there will be something we learn of Mark, my Mark's character next chapter too as he is in a gunfight.

As for Lil King's problem let's just say that tory is somewhat based on a real life problem that old friend he's based on was involved in he did put hands on a girl like that I don't know what the reason was i think it started as shit talking between the two. He said she hit him first but next thing I knew seeing as the school we went to was a school of about 1400 kids and most of them eere white and about 180 of them were blacks I'd say at least half the people that were cool with him before, were no longer cool with him after that and he had a lot of people from the Central District beefing with him which it's funny because a lot of black guys that had affiliations in both the South End and the CD despite being rivals when they wernt to school in the north end it's almost kinda like they had an unspoken truce with each other in a mostly rich school sine they both had to be bussed way the fuck out there.

However the HS i went to before that was also in the north end and that was still a prettu rough schol and you had kids from the south and central district and the barrios coming in therte too but there was no unspoken truce at that one. Anyway i changed some detailds about the story but one thing I left is the fact that some unknown offbrand crew wanted to kick his ass or maybe kill him and he didn't really fear it cause he had his gang but I thought what if in this case it was different and he actually had to worry about it?

Plus i mean there is some parralel because I didn't really judge him much for it while seemingly most others did and it was just kind of funny cause he had thought I was a snitch over something before and for a while wasn't talking to me even though the dude that got in trouble for something else said i was not a snitch even when he was beefing with me but then once this dude felt that same isolation he tried to put on me suddenly he wasn't as judgmental. aHe should have just believed me anyway.

So that said, that's it for this chapter but also Lil King raises another pount nobody has tried to ride for Slim Skillz in a while. Lamar is not in jail on serious charges I'll probably think of something minor but since Lamar would have his back and his is the de facto OG of Forum he would have had his back even if Stretch said not to take his loyalty still to Franklin even though Stretch dislikes him right?

But the reason I did that is so that Lamar wouldn't be around to back him up. But also I gotta say I don't know how many of you have seen the hood movie Juice but the dynamic between Franklin and Stretch now that I think about it reminds me of Bishop and Q,. I mean they're from the same area they're supposed to be homies or so we're told yet everything about the plot in GTA V leads us to believe that's not the case or it isn't anymore and it's the same with Bishop and Q in Juice. Like even before he shot all those people in that movie he was seeing Q as weak for wanting to Deejay instead of rob a store.

Also the scene where Paul takes all those guns from his pants is a reference to the movie Bowling For Columbine. I imagine it would be hard to walk around like that but in this case mostly Paul had to just sit down and be driven right to where he was going to use them anyway.

As for the part where Neto refers to himself as a Cabezone that's the name for people from Yucatan because Yucatan is also where the Olmec statue heads were found and that's what Cabeza means especially since the people down there in Yucatan today bear the most resemblance to the Olmecs. Specifically if you're fro,m Merida, Yucatan especially.

The reason also I might add why I chose not to show how Neto, Emiliana, and Moira escaped that shootout is well...partly laziness and partly because GTA V. We never get to see Trevor take Martin's ear and we can assume he did it at the ranch which means he either would have had to kill a ton of Madrazo bodyguards to get out or there were none at the time he was assaulting Madrazo. Which the second scenario seems very unlikely for a cartel boss. So like GTA V you'd just have to use your imagination. I can't wait to see how Ana will react on Zilla's end im trying to decide how Mai should.

Anyway till next time.