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.

45. Scars & Stripes

Paul

The doorbell rang. He went to go get it. He saw a familiar Irish American at the door. "What the fuck, Packie whatchu doing here?!"

"Jesus, H Pablo! I didn';t think you were still alive what's it been, two, three years?" The two hugged. "I heard a rumor you moved to Hell S! What''d you do scalp a bus ticket?" Paul rolled his eyes. "Very funny ya fucking paddy. You're in the wrong town to drink up all the whiskey. This is a city for tequila."

"Fuck, we'll drink anything, kiddo and we don't even get drunk. And you're an asshole by the way having me think you were half Puerto Rican and Half Irish. What the hell made you come out here?"

"I could ask you the same thing...and what made you look me up? And the Puerto Rican thing was just to hide and as for the Irish, I never said I was.. I never specified but my mother is Germanic. You just lied and said I was half so you could justify doing a few jobs here and there with you and Gerry. Then I hear you go and work with a fucking 100% Serbian guy. Asshole."

"Hey well you never know. Germans have Celt roots too not just Saxon. And supposedly we all came from the Black Sea once upon a time so it aint much of a reach. Well...it is for Gerry cause he's a fucking retard like every other ginger."

"Yeah that's nice. Anyway, you were explaining how and why you're here?"

"Well I saw you were talking about moving out here to work with some guy you're friends with on Life Invader. Leroy...?"

"Lamar. Yeah that was months ago though. Where were you? I heard you were all over the place. Vice City, Australia, even Ireland."

"I was. I've only ever been in Liberty up until that point, boyo. Me and this guy H well we knocked off a store...same as we would have back home..I'm used to bigger scores but I needed some walking around money. Anyway...I didn't really know anybody was here in town I knew but him and I only just met the fuckin guy. I heard you were but it could have been a rumor or just something you were talking about cause I also heard you got killed up in Canada a year or two ago by the Angels. Youy gotta tell me what happened with that..."

"Maybe I will. So that's what you're here for? Work?"

Packie sighed. "Truth is...I'm in exile, man. I've been trying to take my brother Frankie out...you remember why...I told you about that...but I couldn't get to him and he had every uniform looking for me after me and Gordo took the fight to the Commission. He's still after Gordon but luckily he knows how to keep his head down."

"What about Gerry...didn't you and that lawyer get him..." Before he could finish the sentence, Mai, Ivan and Neto walked in. Ivan's eyebrows raised. "Who's this?" Paul said, "This is an old friend of mine from LC. Surprised you two never crossed paths actually. Patrick McReary, that's Ivan Azarov. This guy here is Neto. He's known down south as Santa Muerte. And that's Mai. These are my roommates."

"Well it's a big city I'm not surprised," Ivan offered him a hand. Packie reluctantl y shook it but said, "You remind me of somebody."

"Somebody good?"

"No."

"All right then..."

He turned to Mai saying, "Well shit, Pablo you moved up in the world. Your room mate is a fox!" Mai blushed. "I don't know about that. Nice to meet you. You khnow I've heard of you. Your family used to be this big time mob gang out of Purgatory, right? Wasn't your brother IRA?"

"Yeah but all that was a long time ago,"

Neto didn't shake his hand but he said, "I've heard of you. You guys knocked off that bank in Liberty."

"Allegedly. And who says that was us?"

"Come on, homes the guy dead at the scene was a felon from Dukes. Doesn't take a genius to figure out who he was with."

"Well I've heard of you and I've heard nothing but bad things," Packie said. "Which means you and I would probably get along famously. Alright well, listen..." He put his number in Paul's phone. "That's where I can be reached. I'm staying at the V Rock. If you got any work for a fellow Libertonian in need, let me know. I got a possible job coming up to maybe do with this guy from Strawberry that helped me shake the cops but I don't know if it's a one time thing or not."

Mai

2011

She recalled the words that both Devlin and his best friend, her handler had stated a week earlier in an office. "Do we belong there or do we not? It doesn't really matter how you would answer that question because we are there and we're we can't even console ourselves that our enemy is just as tired as we are because they're not. It is a fallacy that prolonged war will weaken an enemy. It most likely will make your enemy stronger. They get used to the deprivation and they adapt and respond accordingly. While here at home we have to deal with a public opinion that slides downward from supportive to negative to downright hostile. People just get sick and tired of moments of pause at a ball game," This was what Edward had said.

Edward T Fortune, an old Caucasian male with wire rim glasses and a suit and gray hair was in the office with Devlin. She also saw An Chan and Karen Daniels. Two other operatives she knew of but did not know personally.

Devlin spoke up adding, "Despite the fact that we have markedly increased our operational activity, we're not seeing any progress. What we're dealing with here is a potentially global confrontation that requires constant diligence in order to suppress. You see, our enemy has realized that they are fighting guys from the future. It is as brilliant as it is frustrating. When you act like it's the past and behave like it's the past, guys from the future find it very hard to see you. You throw away your cell phone. Shut down your email. Pass all your instruction face to face and hand to hand. No flags, no uniforms. We just got our basic grunts on the ground and they don't know who the hell it is they're fighting. What you need to understand is these people do not want to negotiate. What they want is a caliphate established. And they want every infidel converted or dead. See what has happened is our supposedly unsophisticated enemy has come to realize a truth. We're an easy target. And our world as we know it is a lot simpler to put to an end than you might think."

Now she was riding through the streets of Samarra, Iraq. She wore a head covering despite not being Muslim so she could get around without being harassed in country. She wore a dark brown sweater under a jacket and blue jeans. In the green landstalker was herself and the man driving her. A man kind of like a partner to her in a sense. He was an American of Middle Eastern descent, originally from Dearborn Michigan. He had long black hair and a black beard. He wore a yellow t shirt. He had served with her back in Afghanistan too. They had somewhat of a love affair despite the fact that he was married and had a family. It was one of those things where because of his work, he was sometimes spending more time with her than with his wife.

"Rules of the day..." Mai told him. "The car gets immobilized, start shooting. If anybody gets traded, everybody dies."

"So same as every day?" He replied. "You got it..." She said with a smile.

They stopped off at a bar and the Arab man nursed a green bottled beer. "Tell me something real," She said. "All I got is real!" Mai told him, "Then let's hear it."

"A guy named Nizar..." All though he spoke with an American accent, he pronounced the middle eastern name with a middle eastern accent. "He's from near Tikrit. So...after the invasion, he starts working with the Baathists, then the jihadists but he is scared shitless. He's supposed to do a martyrdom operation. But he doesn't want to fucking die. So he's coming to us."

As they drove out to the meeting point, Mai asked, "So what are the chances your man is playing both sides?"

"What are they with me?" Asked Basam. "Three to one," She replied with a smirk. "Alright, slow down," She told him.

Meanwhile, a satellite watched them as they drove towards the rendezvous point which seemed just outside of what could have been a fundamentalist camp. Karen Daniels was watching on a monitor. "On target, 1531 Zulu."

Devlin and Edward were also watching as was Ana Chan. "Stop right up here," Mai told Basam. "I want to take a look..."

She got out a pair of binoculars scouting the perimeter. She saw some goats but that was about it. "I don't see anything..."

"I want to call him," Basam stated. "All right, call him."

"Nizar?" He spoke in ARabic for a few moments and then said, "He said he wants one of us to come in..."

"Inside the car..." Mai said. "If he wants to talk, it has to be inside the car..." She spotted an ARab man peeking around the corner with a cellphone. He spoke the words back to Nizar. "You have to come to us, Nizar!" He then hung up after saying, "I'm coming to you."

He looked into the window of the Landstalker as he got out saying, "Hey, I'm not getting my head cut off on the internet. If something happens, shoot me," Mai replied, "Fuck that shit..."

"Will you shoot me?"

"I will shoot you right now. Just go. Quit being a pussy,"

Ana meanwhile said, "Zooming in...visual confirmed. Long wave ten point seven..."

Just then, Mai's cell phone rang. "Listen, Larry, I can't talk right now..."

"He wants the house..." Stated her lawyer.

"Give him the goddamn house it's a piece of shit anyway!" Mai growled. The lawyer replied, "He can ask for whatever he wants. I'm not giving it to him."

Mai heard some of the IAA agents on the other line too. "What the hell are you calling for? Hang up the phone."

She looked up at the sky knowing they saw her. "Hang up the phone! Are you on the line?!" She saw a glint up in the sky. "Listen, I can see you right now. All right? You are attracting attention get the FUCK out of here right now I will handle this on my own."

Edward sneered. "Roger that. Off target..."

"Off target..." Echoed Karen.

The Arab man wore a dirty white jacket over a white t shirt and white pants. His skin was darker than Mai's but not as dark as Basam's. "You want an orange?" She offered. "You hungry?" The man nervously declined. "No..."

"So why did you come to us?"

"I know too many things. They prepared me to go outside Iraq..."

"What do you mean by 'Outside Iraq'?"

"They intended me to be Shaheed. Martyrdom. When a man knows too much, they say Martyrdom."

"What do you mean by 'they' Nizar?" Asked Mai. He started weeping. "I want to go to America! I have a PHD..." His voice cracked, "And they want me to blow myself up!"

Mai, in a cold and callous tone replied, "A PHD in what? Chemistry?"

"Linguistic! I speak five languages. Nobody should say Martyr to me!" Mai asked, "So you want to go to America, huh?" The guy nodded. "Yes."

"So you don't want to kill the Jews and the Crusaders, huh?"

He took offense to this question. "What do you know of our pain?" The Asian American removed her shades. "Cut the bullshit, alright? I need some information. What do you know?"

"I know enough to be martyred. With you? I know enough to stay alive," He handed her a flash drive. "Do you have a computer?"

She dialed Edward. She knew what he wanted to find out. He wanted to find out who was involved in a bombing in England. "Hey, Ed I got an Iraqi walk in. He's got a video that somebody walked across the Iranian border. I'm watching it right now, sir."

She was put on speaker. "Can you see his face?" Demanded Devlin. "Yes. I'm looking at the white whale. It's gotta be current. They're talking about the but bombings a week ago and now he's telling the brotherhood to prepare for UK operations. That must be the one they fucked up in Manchester this morning. Let me translate this part for you. 'We will avenge the American wars on the Muslim world. We will come at them everywhere. We will strike at whim across Europe continually. We have bled. Now they will bleed and bleed until they are bled out."

Mai said, "It's like you said sir. They're communicating hand to hand. They're not copied. My man says that they're verbal and recorded on paper."

"Is that an indication of where he is?" Asked Devlin. "No sir. He definitely does not have his location. But he did mention there's a safe house up north near Balad where Al Saleem may have been. Now they're killing anyone who knows anything. He's scared. We need to debrief him very carefully."

"Alright. So do it," Devlin stated. "In the States," She replied.

"No," Devlin said.

"They're already onto him. That's the reason he's running. You do hear me, right? Come on, Ed, back me up on this."

"So he wants to come to America in one piece instead of paradise in a thousand?" Devlin scoffed and she could hear the sneer in his tone and this angered her. "He should have thought about that before," Added Edward in a soft voice.

"They will kill him..." Mai warned. "That's all right," Devlin said without any empathy. "And if they do we can be there to see who pulls the trigger. Am I missing the point?" He asked.

"I offered him asylum," Stated Mai. "Well then you lied, sweetheart."

She gritted her teeth. "Just cut him loose and put him back on the street," Ordered Edward. Mai tried to hide her annoyance as she went back to Nizar. "Everything's fine. We just have to ask you a few more questions."

"No more questions," Nizar insisted. "Just a few more questions," Mai said. Basam added, "Trust me everything will be okay!"

The guy got violent and he tried to grab her arm and he shoved Basam aside but she kept him back withdrawing her M9 in a heart beat aiming at his face. "Back the fuck up!" She barked. "I talk to you, you sell me out! You want to see who kills me huh?!" Screamed the man and Basam tried to calm him down speaking in Arabic. "Search him. Get his phone," Mai told the Arab American.

The man did as she ordered and she said, "You've seen our faces. You know what that means," The Arab replied, "Guantanamo?" Mai shook her head. "No, if you don't do exactly what I say, I will execute you right here. Do you understand me?" She lowered the gun. "Listen. We are your friends. We're here to watch you. We're going to protect you."

The desperation in Nizar's voice echoed the truth of the situation, "You can't even protect yourselves!"

Baghdad

Two Hours Later

As Edward, Devlin, Ana and Karen watched on a monitor as the satellite watched over them. "Do you see him?" Mai asked. "Yeah. He's coming north to the town square," Basam replied. "Keep an eye on him for me."

She then said, "Basam?" The Michigan born man replied, "Yeah?"

"There is a black van coming towards him with some pretty bad looking guys. They're all looking at him."

She started to move to where the van parked. "There's like four or five guys getting out of the van," Basam informed her. She looked around as she talked to him on the cell phone. "Can you identify any of these guys?"

"No. I've never seen any of these guys before," Just then the group of men fired striking Nazir in the left leg at least one of the men firing an AK-47. He cried out in pain and the men went forward and grabbed him. They began to take the wounded defector back to the van. Civilians ran and screamed. Mai got her Mac-10 out and aimed just as they got him inside the van. It had a suppressor on it and she fired hitting only Nizar in the back of the skull killing him instantly. None of them seemed to notice as they slammed the van door shut.

"Did you see a shot fired?" Asked Karen looking at Ana. "Rewinding it back."

Mai got around the corner and called Edward. "In case you didn't see it, I executed him."

"You did what you had to do. If you didn't he'd be describing you right down to your eyebrows to the rest of them."

"Yeah, well, it's done."

Edward said without emotion, "He was always going to get killed no matter what he did."

She didn't say anything. She was in disgust. In a way before she had once admired the man. She knew from Karen that she and he had gotten a career criminal from Europe to help them thwart terrorist activity in Liberty City three years ago. She had wanted to do that exact kind of thing herself. When she first joined the IAA she saw Edward as tough but fair. As cold as he needed to be because of the job. Karen at least had some humanity to her too but she was also losing it the more she worked with them.

She wasn't too sure about Ana Chan but she figured that Devlin's influence on her could not be good either. She was as cold, it seemed as Karen was becoming and as Edward and Devlin already were. Despite Edward's cold demeanor, she knew there had to be some decency in him. He had brought that same career criminal face to face with the man who had helped execute his squad. He had given Karen another chance too. With Devlin, she saw none of that. But now it seemed Edward was becoming more like him. After all, the two were friends and long time colleagues. It was possible they had even known each other longer than he had known Ana, based on his age. It was likely, even.

She was still speechless. "She's saying anything," Edward said to somebody else that she presumed was Devlin. She rolled her eyes. Goddamn it, Ed, quit licking his shaft. She was put on speaker again. "Mai is your silence supposed to say something? Because you do know we're at war, right?" Devlin stated. "You and your friend must have had some intense cross cultural eye contact but he was a terrorist asshole. Who at his apex, was a coward who wanted to go to the Glory Hole Theme Park."

Mai ignored his insensitive remark and said, "Listen, Ed we're going north now. To the Balad safehouse."

"No, you're not," Said Edward. "We're blown."

"If we're blown, Ed you should have sent a team the moment Nizar got shot. You didn't send a team, did you?"

"Not since we've been talking, no," Mai was silent again and Edward said, "Maui?" Devlin then said her name too. She hung up. They drove north until they reached the safe house.

She fished out her binoculars and zoomed in on the safe house. She saw a man of middle eastern descent burning discs and other things such as lap tops. Mai got changed into her burka one that would cover everything but her eyes. "If something happens, you'll shoot me, right?"

Basam agreed to it, "Yep..." He took up his position with the M82. Mai approached the dark skinned middle eastern man burning evidence. "shaqiq yumkinuk musaedty? saqatat siaratiun li'asful kunt 'atasa'al 'iidha kan ladayk 'ayi ma'?"

(Brother can you help me? My vehicle broke down I wondered if you had any water?)

He called to somebody inside one of the houses in Farsai which she was not that fluent in. Somebody shouted back in the same language. He then said, "Naema, aintazar hunaka. min 'ayn 'atayt min al'akhat?"

(Yes, wait right there. Where have you come from, sister?)

"Min baghdad," She replied. Because most of her face was covered he could not see her eyes to tell she was not a middle eastern woman but from where he was, Basam suspected something was up. He noticed the man reaching for something. "Don't you fucking do it..." He breathed. The man was reaching for an AK. He put a round in his back and it exited out of his chest. There was n insurgent hidden behind some stones with a Rifle as well and Basam took him down with a head shot. His skull split apart and blood and gray matter erupted alll over the rubble.

Mai pulled her Mac-10 from under the burka throwing aside the traditional Islamic garment and she fired a barrage of rounds into a third man as he was reaching for a pistol. Another man with an AK came out firing at her but she took cover along the side of the house. She saw that the man had a folded stock AK.

Basam got back to his vehicle and began driving. "Requesting you to drop chilli, spec or nitrate to these coordinates. North thirty four degrees twenty minutes sixteen point eight seconds East forty four degrees twenty four minutes fourteen point seconds. This is a live target of a known operational base of an Al Saleem setup."

Mai ossed a smoke grenade out and took the chance to come from cover firing downing the man with the AK. She hit him in the chest with at least eight rounds. She dropped another with a burst to the face and reloaded before kicking in the door of one of the houses. She spotted a man with detonator in his hand. She didn't even see the rest of his face. Just the smile of his bright white teeth against his dark skin pls the detonator and its red light and wires. He said something to her that she did not hear. She pulled the trigger putting ten rounds in his sternum and he fell on his back but he had already pressed the button and she was running for the exit. She saw Basam coming and she screamed, "GET BACK!" Before the explosion went off and debris was kicked up everywhere.

She was deaf from the blast but he helped her to her feet and got her in the vehicle. She was not injured but she was a bit shell shocked. She tried to grab a couple of the burnt CD's from the fire but the Arab American asked, "The fuck are you doing?!"

"I'm getting the Intel!"

"No! Get in the car!"

Two choppers were inbound but there was also two insurgent trucks coming toward them from the adjacent dirt road. "Keep moving!" She cried as she loaded up the AK-74 they had in the vehicle. Mai fired striking one of the men in the face with rounds even as the trucks fired at them trying to ram Basam off the road.

Karen turned to Devlin as they watched on the monitor. Edward had gone to use the bathroom. "Sir?"

"Engage..."

"What about our agents on the ground? They could be in the line of fire..."

"All that matters is getting rid of the targets..." He said coldly.

Mai saw one of the insurgents trying to fire an RPG up at the choppers but he missed. The chopper fired off their own missiles and obliterated the target but he had already fired another rocket off. The blast destroyed both insurgent trucks but it also set Mai and Basam's vehicle flying and rolling. Edward had returned. "What the hell happened?" Demanded Edward. "RPG. Couldn't risk it," Devlin said flatly.

Devlin spoke to the men in the field. "See if Agent Thu is alive!"

The American choppers pulled down and one went to get Mai out of the wreckage. She cried out, "Get Basam too...!" Weakly. She had taken damage from shrapnel in the blast. "We can't...we have to get you help..." Stated the soldier. The vehicle Basam was still inside of exploded. "No...!" Cried Mai.

She came to in the hospital and when she woke up they told her that she had been pregnant. She had not realized it but in the injury she had lost the child. Basam had been the father.

Mai

Series A Trash Truck

Neto and Ivan were wearing vests as was Mai and Paul. "Alright," The Vietnamese American said crossing her arms. "This is your score. Where do you want each of us?"

Paul thought a moment. "You're gonna be up front with Ivan. Ivan, you're the driver. Mai, you'll cover his ass from the front. That is to say, our asses. Me and Santa will be on the back. We're the collectors, you're the operators."

Ivan shrugged. "Sounds fine with me."

They got outside to find a red Vapid Guardian parked and Ivan broke in and hotwired it and it was time to go. Ivan would be driving the trash truck Mai would cover their asses from the front and Paul and Neto would from the back. Paul had a Glock 18 as did Neto so that they would be able to fire from the back of the truck and they also each had an Uzi. "Hey! Hey! Ron's about to start talking to you!" Trevor growled in their headset.

"Ron. Ron! Time to work ya lazy schlub! Hold on..here he is..."

Ron's voice followed up saying, "Hey...you...you're picking up that trash truck, right? Get over to the recycling Center on Alta Street in Chamberlain Hills."

Trevor spoke up again, "Being a trash collector's a good job you know. Starts nice and early when you're still up and wired enough to work...Tell em, Ron..."

"Oh yeah, so the trash trucks get used by Vagos use for their collection runs . The security guards are their people so I'd um..."

Trevor spoke up. "Take em out before you take the truck, alright? There's gonna be quite a few of em so be ready for a fight."

Paul was already ready with the H&K G36 he had purchased from the Aztecas. He fired striking one og the security guards in the abdomen and Mai took out another with her M4A1 in a three round burst she took down another. Neto spotted one more and he fired the Glock 18 spraying ten rounds and he hit the man in the abdomen up to the chest and face. "Three guards?! The fuck are these putos thinking, ese?"

"I don't think it's going to be so easy as that," Ivan stated. "I would love it if it was but I wouldn't count on it..."

They got into the truck and Neto and Paul got on the back. "You got the truck? Okay. Our first collection is on Forum Drive. They're stashing molly pills in trash bags. Pick em up like you're on a normal trash collection run..."

Neto raised his eyebrows at Paul. "Well strangely enough we should be good over there. Your homeboys may not give a fuck about me, Mai or Ivan but they won't want any Vagos coming into their neighborhood starting pedo with them..."

They got the trash bags and the sun was starting to come up. It was already hot. "All right our second collection is on Capitol Boulevard," Ron announced. They got back to hanging on the back of the truck.

As they drove, Paul saw G Note and Peaches doing a car wash both in bikini tops and shorts. Sometimes girls in the hood did that as fund raisers. "Damn is that Redwood?" Asked Peaches as they drove on by. Peaches wore a green bikini top while G Note had a dark blue one. Paul waved. Neto caught him looking too. "Oh shit that is him!" They waved yelling, "What up, nigga?! You going legit on us or what?!"

Neto scowled, "Mind on the job, cabron..."

"I was just looking I didn't say anything..."

"You say that now, boboso but if I catch you smelling like cocoa butter I'll know different."

"Really, Neto?" The cholo chuckled. "I was fucking kidding eh..."

Mai, meanwhile, got a text from Ron. It read The Vagos collectors are gonna be doing their rounds soon. Hurry up and make the pickups before they get to them.

This stressed her out. "Hey, we could have company, guys. Vagos might be here..."

Neto lamented, "And I don't got a mask over my face...fuck..."

"You said yourself you are at war with the Rancho Vagos yes? Plus the ones at Vespucci Beach. That's most likely who will be here. Besides, despite your south side alliance in prison they would not think twice about killing you so there's not much reaon for you to feel guilt about it."

"It's not guilt," Neto replied. "It's legitimate concern."

"You haven't seen any Vagos, have you? I'm getting nervous," Stated Ron as they pulled to the next stop and Neto and Paul got off to get the next bags of molly. "You're nervous? At least the psychoath you're dealing with isn't having you in the line of fire. Plus when he threatens you, you'll understand him."

"Hey I can translate what they say..." Neto stated as he grabbed a trash bag. "If I have time to between gunshots. But if they're shooting at us it won't rally matter what they say will it?"

"It could," Mai stated. "If they decide to flank us."

"Mija, if the vagos are after us, they're already behind us. Which means they'd altready be flanking us. We're the rear guard and you're the vanguard."

"No, what I am is the one riding shotgun on a chariot through the badlands," Grumbled Mai. "Plus I don't know, look Paul I'm not trying to undermine you, hon, I just think the Vagos may see through this. How many women do you know that are trash collectors? Or operators?"

"Well, you are a feminist," Neto stated. "And bi. Maybe you can just take it a full step further and become a full fledged lesbian?" She growled, "That's both sexist and homophobic. But you're kind of right. About not many of us being in garbage that is. We'd probably get taken more seriously if we did do the dirty jobs. We might not smell so great afterwards but men do it and they still have lives. That's what showers are for."

"Well as progresive as the four of us may b, I think La Chinita is right. We need to ghurry up to our next stop cause even if we think a woman can and should do these kind of jobs, most of the public wouldn't. But honestly that's why it's at least believable that she's riding up front. No offense."

"Maybe nit," Mai said. "But it's not the public we have to worry about fooling. It's whether or not a bunch of angry Ese's come after us when they figure out what we've done," Net chuckled. "If they're chasing us in a truck as slow as this piece of shit, that's fine by me,"

Paul went to get the second bag he was to get after dropping the first one off. Ron's voice screeched in their ears. "Ahhh craaaaap! They're onto you already! I don't know what's wrong but you gotta deal with these guys here!"

Mai and Ivan both got out of the truck as SUV's filled with Vagos started coming down the street. Mai fired striking a driver of a Baller SUV hitting the bald man in a yellow and black Varsity jacket in the face and he crashed. His three wounded comrades got out and Ivan made short work of them with the Kalashnikov.

He chopped down the first with six rounds in the chest, he got a female with light brown hair and fair brown skin wearing a brown plaid shirt over a yellow mini top with two rounds in the throat and the third he hit with four in the face.

Neto spotted another SUV of cars and he fired the entire 32 round magazine of the Glock 18 into the car. He hit everybody inside. The driver, a half Mexican, half white mestizo, with a shaved head lay against the steering wheel as blood dripped from his chin. The passenger next to him had particles of his frontal lobe decorated all over the rear view mirror, the third Vago was hit with five in the collar bone and ten in the stomach and was going into shock. The fourth had taken six rounds in his lymph nodes in his neck.

"We gotta go! Fuking come on!" Cried Ivan. They got back in the truck and began to drive. "You okay? You got two pickups left! The next one's at a gas station on Supply Street. This isn't going well is it?"

"Define, well amigo!" Paul cried out. "On one hand we've been shot at but none of us have been hit yet."

"Let's hope back there was an isolated incident. Now pick up these bags and lets move on. As they went to get the bags Paul turned to Neto, "I really hope the juras don't put out an APB on us next, man! Cause self defense or not they aint gonna see us as justified for this shit!"

Mai said, "Keep your shirt on. I'll talk to Lester, dude. He'll work his magic," Neto replied as he grabbed his trash bag, "And if he doesn't?" She said in a nonchulant manner, "Then I'll take him to that crazy cult up in the mountains. It'll be meals on wheels."

This got a laugh out of Paul and Neto and a smirk from Ivan. Neto admitted, "He may not be a healthy man alive but I think he'd keep those hillbilly motherfuckers well fed for a long time."

Just then, they heard the crack of more gunfire. "More of em! They're watching that stash too!" Paul grabbed a trash bag in one hand and fired his pistol in the other yelling as he hit two Vagos in the front seat of a Cavalcade, "You snooze you lose assholes! Finders keepers!"

Neto added, "Posession is 9/1's of the law!" As he fired striking a yellow clad Vago with an AK-47 just as he was getting out of the car putting five rounds into his left rib cage. "Santa Muerte you motherfucker!" Yelled another Vago as he fired from the cover of his black Felon. "We're gonna light your ass on fire, ese! Your varrio's gonna get hit up for this too!"

Neto fired striking the man who said that in the chest. The man fell over bleeding and Neto kicked the Rifle from his hands. He smiled at the dying Vago saying, "How about we just keep it between you and me?" Ivan let off the AK-74 striking a Vago who had just parked a yellow Glendale. He hit the man in the stomach and as he fell, hit him with six in the back. "You want to fuck with me, friend?!" Mai also picked them off one by one with the M4 striking a female in the right shoulder with three rounds and as she switched to single shot she fired another into her belly.

She yelled, "You can do this any day! We have bigger plans! Try again next week! We'll be out of your hair by then! Well your freshly shaven heads that is..." A Vago pulled up in a black Tornado and he and his homies sprayed Uzi's at her. They largely missed but she did take sixteen in the abdomen. She fell over and got to cover behind a gas pump and she then realized that it was a poor choice of cover if they accidentally hit it but then they had to know it was risky to have a shootout at a gas station too.

Luckily, they diverted their attention and went after Ivan just long enough for her to raise her Rifle back up and she crowned the one who had shot her with a round to his brain stem. The next she hit with four rounds in the right shoulder and they exited coming out of his back. She had to reload but the man fired his Uzi wildly from the ground. "Chupa mi vega puta...!" He cried as he fired.

All though they were not hitting her she knew it was a flight risk if he hit the gas pumps. She asked Neto, "What'd he say?" The gang member's Uzi luckily went out and the wounded gangster tried to reload but was having a hard time due to his injuries. "He said for you to suck his...chicken!" Neto said with a chuckle. Mai knew he was being a smart ass but she put on a mock accent sounding similar to her mom. She went up to the cholo on the ground asking, "How much you pay?" The man's expression showed confusion and she put a round between his eyes.

They got back onto the backs of the trucks and a few lowriders and one SUV followed them across the bridge. Paul and Neto both had reloaded their pistols so they both unloaded their weapons at the cars. Paul took out the driver of another SUV, a cholo with slicked back black hair in a white t shirt. He struck the man in the sternum and in the neck. "GET THAT GAS GUZZLER OFF THE ROAD! YOU'RE FUCKING UP THE OZONE LAYER!" He crashed and as the vehicle swerved to the side, Neto sent a barrage of twenty rounds into the window killing the passenger plus the two occupants in the back seat.

They finished off the other two cars with ease. "You're getting pretty San Andrean on us, kid," Mai said with a chuckle. Paul told her, "Nah I'm Canadian but we got the same values. Still, fuck those overcompensation utility vehicles."

"Hey you told me you like the ranflas vatos got on the corners, bro. Those things take up some gas too," Paul admitted, "You're right but fuckers in San Fierro figured out you can use bio degradable fuel for low low's too, man! So we can do that. And I guess you probably could with an SUV but I don't get it. The fucking Families and Ballas use to roll in G rides too same as the Vagos and Aztecas now they're in SUV's just like back east. And then after the brothers traded up a lowrider for an SUV now cholos are doing it. The fuck is the world coming to?!"

"Hey, we still got car shows and Lowrider magazine. But I hear you that's more of a new generation thing. Tell you what if we don't get killed here maybe I'll take you to one of those shows. Scope out the Lowrider hynas."

"Are you alright? Final pickup's in an alley off Vespucci Boulevard. "I don't have a good feeling about this! Get the last of the trash and come to the warehouse under the LS Freeway."

They pulled up and got out getting the bags as usual. Mai handed Paul her Rifle and Ivan let Neto take his Assault Rifle too. More Vagos were coming. "They're all over you aren't they? Well get rid of those assholes! Just lose em before you come back to me."

"You told them they can shoot when they're hanging off the truck, right Ron? That sounds like th kind of thing they need to know," Chimed in Trevor. As a gold lowrider rolled up the street Paul took a few rounds in the chest. "You're dead pinche Chamberlain Mayatero! You too Santa Muerte! Ass Taker culo boy!" Screamed the shooter. Paul returned fire with Mai firing on semi auto and he lined up the man's larynx with six rounds. "Fuck you guys!" Screamed Paul. "You bitches kill innocent people from there! Youre not gangsters. You're terrorists!"

Neto fired the AK hitting one of them in the forehead. "You're gonna have to do better than that if you want me dead, BITCH!" He emptied the magazine into a dark blue Felon killing all four gang members and he reloaded as Ivan passed him a magazine. They got back onto the back of the truck and Ivan took them up the street. "They're still after you? Come back to the warehouse and try and keep em off your tail!" Ron cried out. Paul fired striking the passenger in one of the cars and he yelled, "Why do I feel like I've done this trash detail bullshit before? In Liberty City? Something sounds really familiar about this shit!"

A light blue Pheonix sped after them next and Neto took them out by shooting the tires out and they crashed skidding into the wall of the tunnel.

Finally they lost them and they were at the warehouse. Ron came out saying, "You sure they're not following you? You see the Vagos can go places the US extradition treaty's can;t. I mean nice hot places with beaces that would otherwise attract a snowbird like me..."

Neto said, "So Can Los Aztecas. I aint worried."

Mai added, "And to be honest, the US doesn't necessarily respect those boundaries..."

Ron took the trash bags out saying, "Okay...good..!" He discovered the drugs. "We got the molly!" He did a strange dance and said, "Keep on moving! Come on! Away frm here. Go for it!"

As they got changed into their regular clothes and went back on the bridge above the L Freeway Mai grinned saying, "Well boys, that's aother one down. Pain in the ass before and during but it's a relief after."

Neto

Series A Bikers

He put on a white and dark blue checkered shirt and some black dickies as usual leaving only the bottom button buttoned. Paul was wearing a Liberty City Penetrators jersey and a purple and yellow and white hat that advertised the Lacrosse team he had grown up rooting for on his home rez. "You'd better be careful, wearing that in South Central, bro."

"Come on, man I've killed enough Ballas for you to know I'm not one of them, man. I played the game back home too."

"Hey, I know what purple means back east and truth is I respect that more than what it means out here but more people know about the purple out here. Plus, vatos from Rancho might not even trip cause you're familia to us, but the Vagos from Jamestown might trip hard even if you're not black. Same with Chamberlain and definitly same with OCB, East Side or South Side Side, pues."

"I hear you and I'll be careful but I'm not gonna let a bunch of pussies who have only been around since the 70's dictate to me what I can wear. Especially when we've been rocking these colors where I come from since 909 CE. If they got issue with that they can come see my nation about it."

"I don't know, look I know you vatos are bad ass but there's a lot of negritos out there wearing purple and green."

"Maybe. But I don't think they've ever won a battle against the United State military. Not in modern or historical times. Until they do, they've got no say about what I wear. Besides, if these motherfuckers out here can rock an LS Panics hat then I can show love for my team. Besides, what gang banger in South Central is going to follow lacrosse? That's our thing."

"It's really that big a deal to you, huh?" Neto asked. "Mira I like Soccer and it's not for everyone either. I aint ever watched Lacrosse but people say it sucks."

"Well those who say that can go lick the snotty of their dad's fuck stick. Whether they be Native or non Native. If they're not Haudenosaunee and they don't like it, their opinion isn't relevant anyway. They can hate it for whatever reason probably for the same reasons I hate Football but they don't understand that this game has spiritual significance for us. You know how you Aztecs and Mayans played basketball as a game dedicated to the Gods? It's the same story. We call it tewa'araton. , it is also known as the little brother to war because it was used to settle disputes amongst member tribes of the Iroquois Confederacy. Due to its power to provide medicine lacrosse is not just a game to the Haudenosaunee people– lacrosse is a vital cultural practice which still holds a special place in our youth are raised with lacrosse sticks in their hands, there is no shortage of lacrosse experience and potential where I come from. We train our athletes in game strategies, technical skills, fitness and leadership to develop their talents. Through the leadership of our volunteers and experienced coaches we develop programs which allow our athletes to compete in the top levels of the sport."

Mai overheard the conversation. The Asian American had her hair tied back in a ponytail and who wore a gold and black striped blouse under a black jacket and blue jeans. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" She asked Paul. "I mean I don't want to sound like a new ager or anything but growing up where I did I studied the Lakota and the Crow and the Cheyenne so I wondered how would you say I thank the creator for the land in Mohawk?"

i"f you're looking for a translation in kanien'kéha word, you should take into consideration kanien'kehá:ka world view, because those two things work hand in hand. So when you ask for "the creator giving us the land" in kanien'kéha, that doesn't go with the kanien'kehá:ka world view. This is because part of our world view comes from our creation story. The creation story tells us that sky woman made the earth when the muskrat brought soil from the ocean floor & they started to dance on the turtle's back which started to turn into the earth. Creator gave us many things, but the earth was not one of them. The earth was here before the creator Tharonhiawá:kon was born. So maybe something I believe would be the best to say for what you're looking for is this, 'teiethinonhwerá:ton ne ionkhi'nisténha tsi iohontsá:te tsi nahó:ten tionkhiiá:wi", meaning we give thanks to mother earth for the things she gives/provides us."

Mai's eyes went wide. "That's a mouthful. I may have to ask you to make flashcards or something. I know your language is sacred but if you do teach me some of yours I'll teach you Vietnamese."

Ivan showed up wearing a brown leather jacket over a red t shirt and black jeans and he wore a pair of blue sunglasses. "We'd better go, you guys. We're expected."

They went outside to where a stolen Obey Tailgater cesious in color waited. Ivan was driving this time. "Alright kids. You're making a pass at the Lost out near my place at the Alamo Sea. I've left some silenced weapons for you at my garage so head there first," Ivan pulled onto the freeway headed north. "The plan is to go in while most of them are sleeping. You take out the guards and take the vans. Then they wake up in the morning and all their buddies are dead and they're short their stash," He let out a cackle. "Oh man, it'll be hilarious."

Ivan zipped on by several cars violating several traffic laws. Luckily there was no San Andreas Highway Patrol. Trevor spoke up again. "Okay. You might not believe this, or you might. Cause I'm just so plain adjusted. I went to a therapist one time. And that lady played the same game as you do. The appointment would start, I'd take a seat on the couch and she'd just sit there. In total silence. Like a rock. With glasses and a little scribbly pen. But I was to smart then and I am too smart now. I'm not falling for it. No Ma'am! What right do you have to sit there and ask me about my mom..." His voice was filled with rage. "With your eyes...and your ears...You're the perverts! A man can love his mother without loving his mother! One day she'll need me and when she does...alright! End of story you sick freaks. Ahhhh! Breath... Well that...ladies and gentlemen is how you get kicked out of the Air Force...now Hurry up!"

Neto replied, "Fool, one I'm pretty sure you and me got more in common than you realize. Second, nobody here asked anything about your madre or a therapist. Third, nobody thought you had anythinbg sexual with your mom until you said what you did."

"ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A PSYCHOANALYSIS?! BECAUSE I WILL GIVE YOU A PSYCHO ANAL...FIST!" Paul and Mai cracked up as did Ivan who cursed in Russian but Paul said, "This therapist, what did she look like, Mr. Phillips? She didn't happen to be Mousey, Italian American, glasses but a killer body she hid under her professional get up? Like big old titties and the kind of ass you call off work for to eat?" Neto smacked Paul. "There's a lady present, fool," Paul said, "Fuck you. I'm an equal opportunity cochino. Anyway, was she also seeing a guy, kinda fat, kinda bald affiliated with a certain unspoken 'Waste management' business in Alderney?"

"Kinda bald? Are you body shaming?! And fat..who have you been talking to?! "

Neto spoke up again, "All I'm saying is that it's like those fuckers that say no homo. Nobody would even think what they say is gay half the time until they say no homo. You didn't have to say anything about your mother nobody assumed you wanted to fuck her."

"HOW DARE YOU! ARGGGGGHHHH! YOU ARE LUCKY WE'RE NOT FACE TO FACE! NOBODY TALKS ABOUT MY MOM LIKE THAT!" Trevor raged. He then heard him scream to Ron over the headset, "RONALD! Wake up and fix me a bowl! I'm fucking pissed!"

"And just what is it you think you have in common with Trevor, Neto?" Mai asked, a rhetorical question but still. "Alright, I might as well come out and say it. I may have experimented with crystal. I think Paul already knew that and I know Mai found out not too long ago so that just leaves you, Ivan. That gives you one more thing to be pissed at me about besides our gang affiliations. Even though you're not a fucking Covenant shooter."

"Hey, I don't have a problem with it. I hear in Paul's country they have centers where drug users can safely use drugs and when they do overdose they can be saved. This would be better realistically than trying to just penalize drug addicts who are going to find drugs anyway."

"That's kind of a surprise to hear you say that," Neto said. "Why?" The ex Zapatista explained, "1924 Soviet constitution. Three years in prison. Then by the time the 70's came which is arguably when you KGB boys were the most powerful, the average sentence carried ten to fifteen. Now American laws for drugs are pretty harsh I'm not gonna lie but it's also the country with the most addicts. Fifteen years if you steal drugs. Which is ironically what we're about to do. And that was any drugs listed by the UN not just opiates."

"I didn't know you were such an expert in Soviet history," Mai said with a smile. Ivan lso grinned saying, "Yes perhaps you're coming around to Leninism after all. Can I get you a hammer and a sickle, comrade?" Neto said, "Fuck off, Cucuy," He looked at Mai and then said, "And I'm not. But I do know my history on pharmecuticals. And I may have flown a plane full of shit to more than a few countries. Martin wanted all his soldados to be educated on the drug policies of each country. With Russia it was important we know the Soviet eea laws and post Soviet."

Mai was curious, "Ever been to Asia?" Neto admitted, "We've flown once or twice up to Japan and China. Never and I mean NEVER Singapore, though. Not on your fucking life. Javier even forbid us from doing it. Automatic death sentence over there."

"What were you guys doing in China?" Asked Paul. "They sell us heroin we sell them cocaine. The tongs make good business partners. I'm not sure about now but I'm mostly sure that they're still in business with the Triads."

As they pulled into Sandy Shores Trevor spoke up. "Where the hell are you? I got bored of waiting. Pick up the guns then get in the boat I got moored out back," Neto looked at the clock on the radio. It had been about twenty seven minutes since their last conversation with Trevor. It seemed he had calmed down. Ivan pulled the Sedan up to the garage and collected the weapons then backed out. He took them to the shore off Algonquin boulevard and pulled to a stop.

"Okay, you're there. FINALLY! Take the boat west past Sandy Shores to the Lost's camp at Stab City. The four of them got into the boat and got changed into the hoodies that had been left for each of them. They all also put a mask on. Neto didn't have a teal or a blue bandanna to put on. So he went with a black rag to put over his face. Paul had a purple one. "Really, Paulito? Fuck bro between the two Cuervo cliquas that's not even the ne you hang out with."

"We already had this conversation, crank head. 1972 versus 909 CE. Not going to fold on this one. Besides there's a green one here as an option. Are you honestly saying you'd rather I wear that one?" Ivan took the green one and put it over his face. "There. Shut the fuck up. He's not cool with the Ballas and I'm not as cool with the Families. Aside from Lamar and a few jobs I do for Gerald but that's it. It does not matter. We want them to guess wrong."

Mai agreed putting a Confederate flag bandanna over her face. "Yeah. What he said," Paul and Neto looked at each other and then decided to drop it seeing as hers was the most outrageous. As Paul drove the Dingy Trevor sounded off again. "How ya doing, huh?" He sounded obnoxious. "When you're close, get out of the boat and creep up on them. Don't let anyone see you. If you're seen, they'll wake the other guys AND THE SURPRISE WILL BE RUINED! There'll be guys standing around kicking the shit and guys on patrol. If two guys are looking at each other you're going to have to take them down at the same time. Do NOT move on the vans until you've got all the guards. Need em all gone before you move."

As they drove Ivan asked Paul, "How did you learn to drive a boat so well?" He replied, "My dad taught me. We used to go over to Lightning Bay too. Beautiful during a storm beautiful in th sun too. We'd go fishing. You know...the days when he wasn't a drunken asshole. When he was more social. I can't decide if the druinken asshole he was was his true personality or the guy he was when he was fishing and giving away food to friends, hunting game, crab meat, lobster, all of that. Doesn't matter now. What about you? Didn't the KGB teach you?"

"I learned as a necessity once I was in Liberty City but I often found it too cold back home to take a boat anywhere. I preferred cars, trains and airplanes."

Neto said, "You already know I've done it. Just been a while since I have. Truth be told, even before I became a member of the Madrazo cartel me and the carnales used to still run errands for them. Late 90's early 2000's. Had to get the cocaine. Sometimes even smuggled coke up through Colombia into Panama too. Once or twice. Dangerous waters. I'd rather have to deal with all the wildlife in the Amazon river and rainforest then have to take that smuggling route again. The narcos in South America are a whole other kind of animal."

They landed and made their way towards the trailer park. Neto aimed his silenced pistol at one of the bikers standing in front of a trailer. He fired two shots nailing him in the chest. The man fell to the ground silently as one round went up through his chest into his throat. His corpse fell face down in the dirt. Paul went around the side of the trailer looking inside carefully just to make sure nobody awake was inside and up. Neto went next to a palm tree. Mai went around the left side of the trailer as Paul went right.

Ivan was on the other side of the trailer equipping his suppressed H&K PSG1. As Neto made his way through the grass coming to a fence he spotted another Lost MC member firing his M-16A4. He fired a silent burst of about nine rounds striking the Lost gang member in the abdomen but he swept the rounds up to his face the last round striking his left cheekbone just under his eye. Ivan hopped over a fence and he aimed his Sniper Rifle firing picking off a Lost MC member of Mexican descent. He struck the man in the forehead. Mai aimed her silenced M4A1 on three burst and she took down two Lost members who were smoking cigarettes and talking to each other. The first was a Caucasian member with a blonde mohawk, something she knew would annoy Paul. The other was a tall thinner man looking to be in his early 20's and instead of a Lost MC patch, or even a prospect patch which she presumed he was, he wore a denim jacket with images of police officers and an advertisement for the hardcore band MCD.

She fired a three round burst striking the first Lost member in the right temple. The second she hit with a burst hitting the second gang member in the lips and blew them into pieces along with the cigarette. He was gurgling as blood exited his wounds. Mai went up to him and he was trying to talk trying to make a sound. She grabbed his long brown hair. "Shhhh...it's okay," She assured. It'll all be over soon..." She whispered softly. She put a round in the back of his head with her silenced 9mm. She felt bad, looking at him. He was probably twenty three or so but he looked possibly younger than Paul looking like he was twenty at most and may well have been.

Neto aimed down his sights switching to his pistol as he got across a fence himself making his way past the large American flag on display in the center of the camp. "Fucking hillbillies...the fuck is Trevor thinking getting in bed with these bobosos..." Neto asked himself under his breath. He fired a single shot from about fifty feet away. He saw a burst of red mist as the round took off a piece of the Lost members scalp. "ARGHHH I WISH I WAS THERE WITH YOU!" Trevor growled in his ear. He thought to himself, Good, then you can help me, us when we inevitably go to war with these motherfuckers.

He came upon a well lit porch and fired three shots striking a biker in the back. The man fell over and the Lost member with him, a man carrying an M4 Carbine started to fire off his weapon but Neto squeezed off six more shots dropping him as the first two hit him in the left knee, three more hit him in the gut and the last round went through his windpipe.

Paul spotted a straggler and he fired a headshot into the back of a man's head. Ivan also picked off another near the stage where the Lost MC banner was severing the man's spin.

Neto got into a van with Mai just as she was pulling out. Paul stole the second one and Ivan stole the third. They heard the thunder of an AK-47 as the Lost were woken up. One tried to fire upon them with a sawed off shotgun from behind two parked motorcycles but Mai fired her Uzi out the window no longer afraid to go loud and she let off fifteen rounds, at least ten of which hit the biker in his left leg, right leg, stomach and chest.

Despite Mai getting the van first, Paul and Ivan were already on the freeway before she was as she was just turning off the dirt road. Neto fired his Assault Rifle out the window as he spotted a biker riding up on a Zombie. He fired striking the man in the chest and knocked him off his bike. "So much for the element of surprise," He said gritting his teeth. "They coming after you? Damn it. Get to the warehouse and hope you lose em on the way. And be careful of the vans! The dolls you got back there are fragile.

A Lost MC van tried to ambush Ivan and he yelled, "Why are you coming after me, brother?! Can't you see the van? I'm, full patch!" A barrage of rounds was their answer. He ducked down but fired his Silenced pistol out the window letting off nine rounds striking the passenger shooter and the driver. There was another biker in the back but as the van flipped its wheels he was unable to cause Ivan any harm. "Come on, man!" Cried the Russian immigrant. "This kind of infighting is exactly what drove the Lost brotherhood apart in Alderney!"

Neto fired upon a Lost MC convoy of three bikers who were trying to come after them. His magazine was emptied and he sent the first two Freeways crashing in the road staining the pavement with their blood while Mai's Uzi rounds struck a Lost MC member in his helmet sending him tumbling.

Two more Zombies came tearing up the road towards Mai from the other direcyion spraying Uzi's at her. She rammed the vans into both bikes sending the men flying and one man's right leg was crushed under her tire as she drove over him. He shrieked in pain lying in the road. "He said be careful, Flora! The fucking stash!" She shot back, "What's more important, Neto? Us or the drugs? Or money? Come on, dude don't be shallow."

"Hey we're doing this shit for the feria, remember?"

Mai's van got ahead of Paul's and there was a roadblock with two Bobcats and two bikers firing Assault Rifles. Neto took one of them out with six rounds in th head and Paul fired his pistol out of the window behind him as he sped away too. "I'm getting tired of these assholes. The Lost MC shouldn't even exist! They were annoying in Liberty and they're annoying now! All they are is discount Angels."

"Don't see how that's possible, bro," Neto corrected. "Lame as the Losers are, their club pre dates the Angels by over ten years. Started not too far from Carcer City."

"So fucking what? Look, I hate the Angels of Death. Believe, me the Dead Beat pricks in Canada are waaaay fucking worse than down here. The guys from my neck of the woods killed an eleven year old in a car bombing, okay? But still, they're not from Canada originally and the Lost aint from here. I mean I hate the Dead Beats but at least they're from San Fierro. How are the Lost even allowed in this state when the Angels aren't in Carcer?"

"Well Blaine County is still a place where different motorcycle clubs still come through here but as far as Southern San Andreas goes, the Huns are the ones that come from here. And they're allied with the Lost. Just to spite the Angels. Kind of like that alliance in your biker wars up where you come from. Angels are universally despised, bro. They're allied with the Aryan Vanguard and they think they rule the world. Bitches even sue anybody that uses their name since it's 'trademarked' you believe that shit? No wonder the Huns and Lost mock these faggots."

"I have more respect for the Angels than I will for the Lost. U hate the Angels more than you know. They've killed some of my friends back home. But at least they're a worthy enemy. The Lost are a bunch of small town hillbillies. Seriously. The place they come from has less than 300 people!"

"What have you got against them?" Asked Mai. "You seem to have a deep seated hatred for them. The Angels tried to kill you in your own country and they must have in Liberty too. Why aren't they more hated?"

"Look, the Angels are retards. There's no disputing that. And yeah they're white supremacist. At least they're fucking honest about it. When the Lost gets to prison, despite their diversity principals, their chapters are still mostly white guys in their 40's that'll still ally with the Vanguard for protection. A bunch of aging diabetic losers on 1930 technology motorbikes doesn't exactly fit into 2013! You ask me all biker clubs should be annihilated. Sure, a lot of gangs have evolved from lowrider clubs and car clubs but what gang do you know now that is still in car clubs?"

"Hey, I told you about those lowrider shows..."

"Right but the gang and the shows are not the same thing. Fuck these dickwads. All of them! The cops might pull them over for their fucking patches in some states but they don't in all of them yet back where I come from you get sweated over a bandanna," As Paul drove down the road he saw another Lost van coming up the street. He grabbed his own SMG from the seat and unloaded it at the windshield and the left window screaming, "FUCK YOU!"

Ivan chuckled. "Most of them are more then likely autistic and do not understand why they dress up in costumes and drive 1930's technology.," He smirked. A Lost MC member rolled up on a bike firing a Beretta seven times at Ivan. A few went into the windshield. and a few hit him in the chest but his armor kept him good. "YOU FUCKING COMMIE! YOU AINT CGF! YOU CAN'T FOOL ME! YOU'RE FUCKING WITH THE OLDEST BIKER CLUB IN AMERICA!" Ivan opened the door of the van and knocked him off his bike before yelling, "Yes, and I'm sure you have the biggest trailer and the most pitbulls!"

"LOST MC, MOTHERFUCKER!" Screamed two men as they fired at them in another road block. Ivan put a grenade up to his mouth and pulled the pin. "Bikers are morons! You should instead practice saying' do you want fries with that'?"

He tossed the grenade at them and the blast destroyed the two gang Burritos and obliterated the two men with it.

Paul blew the man's face apart. Another convoy of four bikers came up firing at Paul. "You steal from us, we're gonna fucking destroy you! You and whatever gang you're from, asshole!" Screamed a Lost member as he fired off seventeen rounds at Paul who ducked down. Paul ducked down but he swerved crashing into the bike sending the guy flying and crashing into another Lost member and they both plummeted to the road thrown from their bikes as both the van and the bikes were going fifty five miles per hour. "Which one of you?! The one who needs the inhaler or the insulin?!" He fired his Uzi at the rest of them sending them crashing to their deaths along the side of the road.

Mai pulled the van off the road. "I've told Ron you're coming so you better get there. Or I'll have to find you in whatever jail or hospital they put you in and well... let's just say my bedside manner leaves much to be desired..."

Paul and Ivan followed Mai and Neto off road. Two bikes followed but Neto quickly picked them off with headshots yelling, "Act your age motherfuckers! Trade it in for a scooter!" A single biker came up the road firing a Mac-10 but Mai's reloaded Uzi made short work of him. Santa Muerte sprayed his Assault Rifle taking out five more as they tried to go after Ivan. Ivan took one round in th left arm in the process. He screamed, "That's it! I'm going back to Stab City with some men and burning that shit hole down! You, Johnny K, Clay Simmons, and Terry Thorpe!"

Neto yelled, "Yeah and I'm gonna torch their fucking Vinewood clubhouse!" They managed to make it back to LS and as they were up on the bridge one last biker was trying to fire at Paul hitting the back of the van. Paul hit the brakes and the biker plowed into the back and flew over the railing plummeting to the traffic below in the LS freeway. "Highway to hell, bitch! Say hello to the Dead Beats for me!"

They finally got to the warehouse. Ron came out to meet them. "Hey, the Lost right? I mean those guys don't think we had anything to do with this. I mean we're neighbors, right?" Neto responded, "Hey, I'm homies with Ortega and if thy find out I was involved w're gonna have to deal with that too. We could use a loco like Trevor and his guns if that shit goes down. We should just run the Lost outta San Andreas so we can control the guns and crank."

Ron agreed, "See I mean I don't shit on my own doorstep. Unless Trevor tells me to. But that was only once," He was unloading the vans. "You have got to tell me that story sometime," Paul said. "Seriously.

Mai turned to Neto whispering, "Guy's clearly controlling him with meth. Is that what you want to end up like? A slave to Trevor?"

"What I'm trying to say is that I only rarely shit on when I do, I don't want the doorstep owners finding out."

He busted an Impotent Rage doll open. "Mollis. Okay...it's too late to save my marriage but you know, I got it..." As they left, Paul asked, "The fuck was that about? Marriage?"

"Who knows," Ivan said. "Listen, if any of the rest of you ever feel like wiping out the Lost from this state for good, I'd be willing to do a little spring cleaning. Beyond just what Trevor is willing to do himself to them or have us do..."

"Hey, I'm game, ese. I mean I gotta see where we're at with Demon and Ortega on it cause we got a loose understanding with Trevor and the bikers out here but that's mostly as a fuck you to the Angels. Thy're still trying to take their turf back. But if it urns out we're doing all out war with these levas and not just underground, then believe me Cucuy. I'm coming with the big guns. You know the cartel wouldn't even have started cooking that shit ourselves if it wasn't for bikers and hillbillies. It may kill the pain but like Mai said I don't want to end up a Loser."

"Then you should check into a clinic," Mai said. "Nah, therapy is for fags. I'm gonna go cold turkey...when I'm ready..." She rolled her eyes. "Jesus..."

Paul said, "I'm down too, guys. Just call me up. I mean like I said I got no love for the Dead Beats. Never have never will. Redneck bitches every last one of them but in truth, they'll probabl;y never be wiped out and even if you take out one chapter one place they're all over America and the world. But the Lost, they maybe international but not nearly as big and wiping them out from San Andreas is more doable than the Angels. Truth is, even though I hate them, cuse of guys like Billy Gray I once thought they were kind of alright, Johnny K and all. When I was in Liberty I'd hear about what he did. Busted into prison just to kill their snitch. But now Neto said he's pretty much a fiend under Trevor's control. And he went back to his bitch even though she always cheats on him. Fucking cuck with no nuts...Mai, you in?"

She shook her head. "Look, I'm willing to kill whoever when I'm paid to do it and I'll kil whoever threatens my friends and family but as of right now, aside from this and their general misogyny, the Lost is a waste of my time. I'll kill them when I have to but trying to wipe them out isn't going to make any of us richer and itll honestly bring down more heat on all of us. You, me, Neto, Ivan, hell even Lamar and Lester. We could all end up behind bars if we do and trust me, the law would crack down harder on us for annihilating a biker gang, even if it was justified, they'd come down harder on us than they have on all the stings and Rico cases against every Lost patch in the country combined. The reward isn't worth the risk to me. Sorry boys."

Neto shrugged. "Oh well then. Boys night out when we do..."

2014

Ivan

He and Vasily were driving through Star Junction in a dark brown Mule. "You sure about this?" Asked Vasily. "This could make national news. In the middle of downtown and it could end up with us dead."

"No. The IAA's ego is too big to even let something like this be seen as an attack on the IAA directly. They'll of course cover it up as just an attack on the media. Kind of like Love Media in a way even though the Love Media towers was also an international commerce station."

"Yes but we're doing all this before we go and attack the Dominicans?"

Ivan nodded. "Our friends in the Pocos Pero Locos and Marabunta Grande are already here in Algonquin. It's better they get across that bridge now because there's going to be heavy security after we do what we do. But we need all uniforms on their way to where we hit so that we can go after the Trinity's without worrying about the fucking LCPD."

"What about the Irishman?" Ivan looked at his long time friend with a grin. "Packie? He'll be waiting there for us but this thing we can handle on our own."

They pulled up to Columbus Avenue and Iron Street. They both put Baklava's on. "You got us a backup car to get, yes?" Asked Ivan. "Yes. We have a blue 2001 Admiral waiting for us in a carpark."

Ivan called up Lester. "Mr. Crest, I need a huge favor for this I will pay you two hundred and fifty thousand, my friend. I am in the Triangle. I don't need this done long but I need you to hack into all security cameras in the area and make sure they have a little 'malfunction'."

"Okay...honestly, rather than just taking down the security cameras, I'll do you one better. I'll get the transmission to be recorded in a continuous loop. Kind of like that movie with that bus that's rigged to blow. Okay...give me a few minutes and you'll be good to go."

They parked in the underground garage of the United Liberty Contact building. Ivan had rigged the truck with an explosive consisting of ammonium nitrate and nitromethane. They also had the bodies of two men that they knew worked there in the back. They sat the two men up front in the trucks in their place. They had picked them based on their faith. Ivan had watched them for months. On was a white male with skin as light as Ivan's the other was a stocky ARab who was light skinned and looked middle eastern in features only.

"This is just like Oklahoma. And we both know how that turned out..." Stated Vasily. "No because that involved a shit load of civilians. Even though it was a federal building. This is an IAA front. The media will try and pass it off as an attack on civilians and the public might eat it up but the IAA is really the only people who will die today. Quite a few people may even realize that this place is an IAA front. There are a lot of conspiracy bloggers. People may see them as crazy but even a broken clock is right twice a day."

"Maybe you're right. If this furthers our agenda I'm willing to. It is a blow against the United States government. At the end of the day, I'm a patriot first and a member of the Markovich Family second. My allegiance is to the fatherland. This gangster bullshit is petty compared to that. And if doing this will undermine Devlin someday and we even get to kill him, I'm for it. That asshole and 'Edward T Fortune' were responsible for the deaths of quite a few Soviets in their day. I say it's time re return the favor."

Ivan nodded and said, "Plus do you remember Oleg Minkov? He was a neighbor of ours in Liberty City about six years back."

"I remember him well. Many considered him a conspiracy theorist too. He was murdered in cold blood."

Ivan nodded. "We have reason to believe the IAA did this. I managed to get a look at the email his friend exchanged with him. The IAA tried to play clever and tell them that he was out of the country they even exchanged phony emails. But I've seen what Oleg's blogs were and he was murdered for exposing what they were doing there. I'd say we need to avenge him and finish what he started. He would be glad to know what is going to happen today happened. Even if he may not have liked the mean he'd have appreciated the ends."

"Are you sure we should be doing this? Children could be in the area."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take. We may not be KGB anymore but we remember our duty. Only now...I'm not just for the Soviet Union I'm for the world. And the world's enemy is America. Che said that. He may have been a man with many flaws himself but he was not wrong about that."

They made their way up towards the front entrance. Ivan got a text from Lester. Okay. I've looped all the cameras in the greater Triangle area to run on a loop from fifteen minutes ago. I'm also running it back to 30 minutes then forty five. Then an hour. Only a keen observer would notice. I hope you're not doung anything too crazy.

Ivan texted back, You may want to get a new phone. Get rid of that one.

With that, he threw the cell phone down destroying it. They went through the front entrance and Ivan turned to Vasily, "Lester pozabotilsya o nas. My dolzhny idti."

(Lester took care of us. We're good to go. )

Vasily replied, "S tem, chto my sobirayemsya sdelat', dazhe yesli kto-to zametil tsikl, ya by skazal, chto vse kamery v etom rayone budut trakhat'sya, kak tol'ko my zakonchim zdes', tak chto eto ne imeyet znacheniya."

(With what we're about to do, even if somebody did notice the loop I'd say all the cameras in the area are going to be fucked once we're done here so it won't matter.)

He then sighed and added, "YA znayu, chto yesli v etom rayone yest' deti, oni prosto zalogovyye. U menya ikh nikogda ne bylo, i ty tozhe. No ya takzhe ponimayu, chto v etoy bor'be moya zhizn' byla ne tak vazhna, kak u kogo-to, u kogo byli deti. Osobenno patriot, kotoryy ikh imel. Naprimer, vashi roditeli. I ya znayu, chto moya zhizn' ne tak vazhna, kak rebenok. No Soyedinennyye Shtaty ubili lyudey za chto-to stol' zhe melkoye, kak neft'. Deti. Deti. Narochno. Deliberatley. My ne mozhem kontrolirovat' vzryv, no my dolzhny priznat', chto eto veroyatnost' togo, chto budut nevinnyye. No yesli my eto sdelayem, i odnazhdy my s toboy nachnem razrushat' IAA, my budem spasat' mnozhestvo lyudey bol'she, chem budem unichtozheny."

(I know that if there are children in the area, they are simply collateral. I never had them myself and neither did you. But I also realize that back in the struggle my life was not nearly as important as somebody who had children. Especially a patriot who had them. Such as your parents. And I know my life was not as important as a child's either. But the United States has killed people for something as petty as oil. Children. Babies. On purpose. Deliberately. We cannot control a blast but we have to recognize that it is a possibility there will be innocents. But if we do this and one day you and me have started to destroy the IAA we will be saving multitudes more lives than we will have destroyed)

Ivan admitted with a glum look, "My ubili nevinnykh lyudey ran'she, khotim my togo ili net. V Chechne. Vy ne mozhete kontrolirovat' sposob padeniya bomb ili yesli kto-to okazhetsya ne v tom meste v nepodkhodyashcheye vremya."

(We've killed innocents before whether we wanted to or not. In Chechnya. You can't control the way the bombs drop either or if somebody will be in the wrong place at the wrong time.)

As they got ready to enter the front doors Vasily asked, "Do you have the flash drive?" Baba Yaga nodded.

They readied their suppressed pistols and went through the front lobby. A blonde Caucasian woman of about thirty years with green eyes in a gray pantsuit who was quiet attractive saw the two Russian men. Her mouth dropped open in fear. Ivan wasted no time. He bullet a bullet between her eyes and kept going. Two men dressed in casual business attire saw this and one dropped his coffee in a panic. "We're being...!" Vasily put a round in the man's right temple. "Attacked. The word you're looking for is attacked."

He and Ivan fired on the third man, a middle aged Caucasian wearing a charcoal suit from Perseus. They each put one round in his chest. Vasily spotted a brunette woman with a bob cut and demanded, "The key to the service elevator. The one that will take us to the sixth floor. Where is it?"

She whimpered. Ivan got a look at her. She was pretty. She had big dark blue eyes and red pouty lips. She was about five seven and petite with pretty enough legs. "You have one chance to live," Ivan warned in his American accent. You can tell us or we can kill you and find it anyway. We're going to kill everyone else in this office. But you're pretrty and young. You could still have a future. Find a job somewhere else. Not pushing Zionist American propeganda. Or maybe you could be a faithful wife to one of the believers. Now what will it be?"

""O...ofice 3-9-6..."

Vasily growled, "We shouldn't let her live..."

"I'm a man of my word," Ivan stated. "Tell your friends that Judgement Day is coming for this wicked land," She was crying but she asked, "Why are you doing this...? I'm just an article writer. I write what I'm paid to..."

"Because it is God's will."

Vasily nodded. "Allah Hamina. Now go. Before we change our mind."

They made their way towards the room she spoke of. A security guard was inside and he withdrew his pistol upon seeing them but Ivan put one in his throat before he could aim. They fished the elevator key off of him. They made their way to the elevator. The woman was running off screaming. They went to the 7th floor. A security team was waiting and started firing on them but Ivan had predicted they would and they both took cover behind the button pannel. Ivan returned fire striking an African American security member striking him right where his mustache was. Vasily let off seven shots dropping the other three guards. They made their way into an office with a computer and Ivan plugged in the hard drive."

They downloaded all the information on the computer including that of different agents that Devlin, as well as Edward had in the field in the days before he died who were now being run by Devlin. Pictures, aliases, social security numbers, credit cards, phone numbers they could be reached at, family members, it was all there. There were agents in Panama, in Colombia, in the Sudan, in the Congo, in Nigeria, in Lebanon, in Jordan, Iraq, Syria, China, Burma, England, Northern Ireland, France, and even Poland. There was even some information on at least two MI5 men that Devlin was not supposed to have a file on but he did anyway.

They would be in contact with the groups that Devlin's agents were infiltrating and would divulge the names and pictures of two agents for free. As well as all the information that they had come up with. Even in death there would be a burn notice and there would no doubt be for all of the agents in the field. But not before Ivan sent out the information those people had come back with before any evidence could be shredded. Maybe this was a bit reckless but at the end of the day it would fuck the Americans and their foreign terrorist plots. Surely Devlin would throw each of these agents under the bus but it would still be a persona loss to him and the Agency and would no doubt result in countless hours of information the IAA would have to burn while at the same time this information would end up in the hands of the enemies.

Vasily held off the agents as they came to try and stop them. He pulled the pin on a grenade throwing it into the hall. The explosion rocked the room. Ivan got the flash drive. "Come on, lets go!"

They made their way back to the service elevator and took it back down. Vasily had taken an M3 shotgun from one of the deceased guards. He took his ammo as well. "FUCKING PRICKS! YOU JUST SEALED YOUR OWN DEATH WARRANTS!" Screamed one of the guards. They fired on the guards with Vasily dropping two with a blast from the shotgun and Ivan firing the rest of his magazine into another before he had to reload.

They saw LCPD officers busting through the main doors too. "Come on, this is where the man said it would be! We're going through the underground!"

They made their way to where a manhole was in a room in the parking level. They shot the lock off the door to get it open. Luckily they had a crank to get it open. Vasily handled that while Ivan held off the LCPD with the shotgun. He struck one, a Native American male of Haudenosaunee ancestry in the chest. The man fell over bleeding out and Ivan fired again striking a Caucasian officer in the chest and then in the face. The wounded officer tried to fire his pistol still hitting Ivan twice in the chest. He stomped on the man's hand and put the barrel to it pulling the trigger. The Mohawk Indian member of the LCPD howled in pain as he bled out even more. Ivan was forced back however as he saw some N.O.O.S.E. members coming in firing. He fired striking one of them in the leg. He took the M4 from the man and fired headshots at the rest of them. "Okay, we go!" Cried Vasily as he got it open. He went down the ladder and one of the LCPD officers yelled, "Suspects are two Caucasian males approximately six foot.." Before he could say anymore, Ivan fired striking him in the left knee cap before tossing another grenade at them from Vasily. He made his way down the ladder too sliding all the way down.

The blast above rocked everything. They made their way through the tunnels. It was dark but they could see just enough down there. "What is this place?" Asked Ivan. "It looks like one of the many underground prohibition era tunnels. Judging from the smell and looks of it plus the amount of time the IAA has been around I'd say these tunnels were used by the mob between 1920 and maybe the start of World War II."

"Why? Prohibition ended in the 30's," Ivan replied. "Yes but they were still selling untaxed booze. Plus despite what the Commision may have thought about heroin they were selling it early on."

They kept going. They were being pursued by the police still and Vasily had the crank. They climbed the next ladder and Vasily started working on it, he being the stronger of the two. Ivan fired the rest of the shots in the M3 dropping a few more pigs. He went back to his own pistol and he started firing at their legs. An Italian American cop fired at him from the cover of a wall yelling, "Youse two fucks are gonna get the needle! I promise you that!" Ivan fired a shot into his frontal lobe silencing him.

They made their way out. They were a couple blocks east of the United Liberty Paper building. They took off down an alley looking to get to the car park. The car was there and they got in. Unlike in Oklahoma City, where a fuse had been lit, they were working with a timer. Ivan had set it for 2 minutes. They drove out of the area. Before long, the blast went off. Even as they were eighteen blocks from there now, it was deafening. The United Liberty Contact building had been blown up. They heard screams all around and their windows were shattered.

They got out of the area and soon found themselves in Northwood. They pulled up to an alley where several Mexican Americans and a few Central Americans. All in gang attire. Packie was there too. "Jesus H Christ did you hear that fucking explosion? The hell was that?!" Ivan replied, "Who gives a fuck? We're here to deal with the Trinity's. They need a lesson in respect."

Packie opened the trunk of Gordon's car. Gordon had taken for himself a Spas 12. Packie selected an AK-74. All though Ivan had used the N.O.O.S.E members Rifle he had gotten rid of it. They watched as police cars in the barrio started heading in the general direction of the explosion. They also saw firetrucks and ambulances going too. Just as planned.

Ivan selected a trusty PSG 1 plus an MP5. Vasily took an AN-94. "We got more compas coming too," Stated Cricket. "Got some carnales coming from the other varrios of Algonquin plus some homies from Dukes and Bohan."

Cricket took an AR-15. He also had other gangsters who were on their way and he saw some of them pulling up. They exited dark blue lowriders some carrying shotguns and Rifles but most hand Handguns and SMG's. Most had machetes too.

Torta carried two Uzi's while Giggles carried a Remington 870. Spooky had an M4A1. Panchita grabbed a Colt 9mm SMG. She wore a red bandanna over her lower face and a white one over the top part. "We're gona get these motherfuckers, man...do this for El Ranton..."

The PPL members had a moment of silence for the gang member who had perished in their first attack on the Trinity's. A paisa from Mexico City, a dark brown skinned man with curly hair and almond shaped eyes wearing blue stonewashed jeans, a white t shirt and a green cap over a white bandanna and a red one over his face was the new leader after the previous ones had been killed in the fights with Dominicans.

Gordon had three Irish mobsters with him plus the two brothers from before who had helped them out. Ivan asked, "What about your friends in North Holland. Are they going to be joining us?"

"No, not for this one. They haven't been hit back by the Trinity's yet so I see no reason to involve them. Better to keep them out of this."

With that, the men and women went forward. Ivan spotted a Dominican drug dealer on the rooftop as a lookout for narcos. He fired striking the man in the forehead and took off a piece of his skull. He then aimed at a trio of Dominicans near a doorway to the housing projects. He fired striking the first one, a Criollo man wearing a green bandanna around his forehead and a blue one around his neck. He struck him in the heart. The man went down and before the othe two Trinity's could ponder what was happening Ivan fired into the second one. This man was a tall mestizo with bronze skin and jet black hair looking like he could honestly be related to Paul based on his features. He struck this man in the right eye and blew a humungous hole in the socket and it blasted out a larger hole into his skull taking out his eyeball, part of his nose and a huge chunk of brain matter.

The third was a man of Afro Carribbean descent wearing a red t shirt and a green bandana. Ivan shot this one in the throat and he went down dead before he hit the ground his last moments of oxygen choked out by blood. Another Dominican on the roof fired an AK-47 down at the invaders and he managed to hit one of the Marabunta members, a bald cholo of Mexian descent with twenty seven rounds in the chest. His victory was short lived, however, as Cricket fired hitting the man in the chest with five slugs and the man came falling down.

From a balcony overlooking the ground floor three Trinity's fired. Ivan spotted a man of Italian descent with tan Medditere nean features dressed up in a leather black jacket and black jeans. He was going to take a head shot at him but the man ducked down. They made their way up the stairs and a Dominican female packing an Uzi rained down fire striking a Marabunta female as well as a male from PPL. She hit the female in the face and hit the man with seven rounds in the chest. Her assault did not last long as a member of Marabunta with a 9mm fired nine shots up at her striking her in the belly, the chest and the waist. She fell against the wall her brown eyes wide open.

As several Marabunta and PPL soldiers advanced they found themselves in a firefight with the Trinity's who were firing from cover. Ivan fired the MP5 hitting a black woman in a white top wearing a blue bandanna in the face with eleven rounds. Vasily then picked off a woman of Maroon descent who was wearing a white sparked t shirt that read Latina on it wearing a white bandanna. He struck her with twelve rounds in the abdomen and she fell over deceased with a severed spine.

"Pinche mara cucas! Ratas invading the barrio!" Screamed a Mullato male of Dominican descent with a green rag tied over his head and a white T shirt advertising the band Aventura. He fired an AK-47. "Yo get Marco down here, now!" This particular man fired striking two PPL gangsters, one a female wearing a red tank top and a green rag of Mexican descent, the other, a Chicano wearing a white t shirt with a red rag around his neck and blue jeans. Both were killed right away.

The third was wounded the Marabunta soldado and the black man picked him up and tossed him over the balcony letting his head hit the ground below with a sickening crack. "That's what happens to sewer ratas out here!" Vasily put sixteen rounds in the man's solar plexus. The man dropped his Rifle falling against the wall. He pulled out his machete with his last bit of strength as if he intended to fight Vasily.

Giggles knocked his blade away and declared, "Yeah? Well that's what happens to Terranos..." She took his own machete and plunged it into his face and watched as dark blood squirted like a fountain. "Come on, manito we gotta defend our homes from these motherfuckers!" Screamed a brown skinned Trinity as he fired a Mac-10 and took out a female Marabunta member.

Packie, meanwhile had dropped four Dominican gang members. Gordon fired his shotgun putting a large hole in the right shoulder of a Dominican of about twenty two years and he kicked the man down the stairs letting the stairs kill him. The three Irish American mobsters with them were a white male with shaggy red hair and a handlebar mustache wearing a green t shirt and a crucifix necklace and blue jeans and he had a Desert Eagle, the second was a dark haired Irishman with a brown shirt black leather jacket, blue jeans and a 12 gauge, the third was a man with a shaved head wearing a black t shirt and gray jeans. He carried an M4.

They opened fire striking down five more Dominicans. Ivan spotted the Italian he had seen earlier carrying some kind of Rifle and Ivan noticed as he looked out at the courtyard that several cars puled up and several men of Italian American descent emerged carrying Assault Rifles and shotguns. They fired up striking a Marabunta member of Honduran descent in the back and then in the back of the head.

They came up the stairs blazing. Gordon fired a knee shot at a tall member of the Pavano crew striking him in the left knee blowing out, "Somebody smell pasta?!" He declared before firing a second shot into the man's stomach. Packie let a storm of rounds from his own AK off the last fifteen striking a man wearing an onyx suit in the chest. One of them yelled, "McReary you fucking drunken prick! We're gonna dig up little Katie and fuck her up the ass!"

"You sure you wouldn't prefer my dad, Mr. McReary? Or maybe Frankie? I know how you Romans men are!" He reloaded from cover.

Meanwhile

On the other side of the firefight, Marco had one of his longtime friends with him. He was a tri racial man with wavy jet black hair brown skin and almond shaped eyes. He looked like a Taino in appearance but there was evidence of Brown and Black features in his face. He had been friends with Marco for at least nine years. He was a high ranking lieutenant in the gang. His street name was Sangre. Because he always liked to spill blood of his enemies. It didn't matter who. Angels Of Death, Marabunta, the Lords, The Lost, or PPL. Sangre was armed with a P90 which he was using to rain hell at the Marabunta and PPL members.

Charlie had called for backup and he was taking cover with one of the Pavano men, a guy Marco had forgotten th name of but as the two shouted to each other in Italian he could tell they had been friends for years too. The man was dark skinned with a crew cut and brown eyes and he wore a black sports jacket over a red floral shirt underneath. He had an M-16. As the blonde mick on the other side fired dropping two Pavanos and one more Dominican, that friend of Charlie's fired a burst of rounds, sixteen to be exact and nailed the Irish American Killer in the stomach with every round. "You're messing with the wrong people ya fuckin paddy!" Charlie got to Marco who managed to fire his M4 at a Marabunta member nailing him with a head shot. "Bro what the fuck are we supposed to do?! They got us surrounded on all sides. Can you get any other Trinity crews out here? Maybe from East Holland?"

"I can try but you need to get more of your boys on the line. You're a Captain. El Jefe has to be willing to send out more guys to watch your back."

"That's fucking Baba Yaga over there," Gritted the Italian. "I know. I think he wanted ity that way. It's cool. Devlin wants him dead. Ana wanted us to leave him alone but now he's forced our hand and we don't got any choice."

He looked to see some Marabunta members come at them from another stairwell. Two Dominicans went down as the Salvadorans swung their machetes stabbing a female Trinity of primarily Caucasian descent in the belly and they sliced the neck of a triracial Dominican next. They went after Sangre but he beat one of them to the punch slicing the man at his Adams apple. "Fuck you maldito Mara Cuca! This is our hood, bitch!" He then looked at Marco grinning, "Just like old times eh papa?" The ex marine grinned agreeing it was fun killing any south side affiliated gang members. He got his own machete out and ran through the second one. "¡Vete al infierno!"

Packie

He fired taking out a lighter skinned Pavano soldier the rounds hitting him in the side of the neck. Packie took a few slugs in the chest from the man who was with Charlie but he was protected. The man yelled, "you hear about the Irishmen who tried to blow p a car? He burned his lips on the tailpipe!" Packie fired back but missed and yelled, "Why do Jews put garbage in clear bags? So dagos can go window shopping!" The Italian American came up again and Packie fired hitting the wise guy in the abdomen with six rounds. The man staggered back despite having a vest on two had gone through. Charlie caught his friend. "No! Hold on buddy...we're gonna get you outta here in a second... The red headed Irish gang member fired his Desert Eagle striking one of the Pavanos in the chest but as the man went down his Beretta rang out and struck the red headed man in the forehead.

Only the brown haired gangster remained and he had taken three rounds in the right shoulder. Plus the two brothers from Purgatory. "Liam try and hit these greaseball bastards for fucks sake!" Packie cried out. The blonde long haired Irishman fired his own silenced pistol 9 times and he mowed down two more Pavanos. It seemed more of them were coming from Little Italy but the Irish gangsters were content to kill as many as possible.

A Dominican gangster was ducked behind a wall wounded with four rounds in his right arm and one in his leg but still fired his Uzi blindly. "They're killing too many of us, hermano! We're taking an L!" Marco's friend Sangre shouted back, "Hey this aint a shootout in Bohan, cabron! There's nowhere to run to. This is our home we're defending that shit. If you run don't ever let me see you round here again!"

Marco managed to pick off another Marabunta member as he had tried t sneak up on the wounded gangster. "Damn it's good to have you home, compadre..." Stated Sangre. "It's good to be back, pana..."

Ivan fired a burst from his MP5 nailing Marco in the back but the Dominican had a vest on too. "Ivan! I'm gonna kill gut you like a fish for what you did to Alicia and Mariah! I got all sorts of plans for you! Oye hermanos nobody kills that hijo de puta but me! Wound him if you have to but I get to kill him."

"You should have kept your nose out of it!" Stated Ivan. "What went down was between Neto and Mark. I wasn't involved and you weren't involved but you back him up I back Santa Muerte up. But when you threaten me, before you die you'll wish you were never born!"

Charlie taunted, "How you'd like what we did to yourt little PPL buddies?! Those assholes can't even survive without Lords and Trinity's fucking them up."

Vasily aimed for his wounded friend as Charlie still kept pressure on fired striking the man in his jugular vein. He bled out all over his friend. Marco looked like he wanted to make a move but he left it up to Charlie. Vasily aimed for Charlie's face and squeezed the trigger. The weapon clicked empty. The Italian tackled him throwing a hard right hook into the Russian man' lip. Vasily grinned. "You sure you want to do this, little man?"

Charlie growled, "Fucking cocksucker!" He tackled him but Vasily caught his right arm this time and drove a knee into his gut. He followed with a hard left to the jaw. Charlie did not go down. Packie called out to Ivan, "Yo! That guido may not be using his real name but I recognize him. I know for a fact he's a Capo. Him and the Commission have come around Dukes and Purgatory trying to shake their tiny little Vienna sausages aroumnd thinking they're hot shit. Funny how a family with 300 people can't seem to wipe out 20 Irishmen!"

Ivan snuck around the barrier and grabbed Santre. "What the fuck, man?!" Cried the Dominican. "Let him go, blanquito. It's me you want to settle up with..."

Ivan had removed his pocket knife frm his pocket. He stabbed the gang member in the spine. "Sure...here you go..." He tossed the helpless gang member into Marco's arms. He coughed up blood into the black man's face. "I'm sorry, hermano..." Marco said his expression and tone softening. Meanwhile, Vasily and Charlie were both aleady bleeding. Vasily had a bloody nose and Charlie's lip was busted. Charlie grabbed the larger Russian man and drove a knee into his stomach and followed with a right punch followed by a left. He took his jacket off. "I'm just getting started with you ya fucking fanook. How's it feel to be part of the 'Evil Empire' that's not even around no more?"

Vasily brushed the blood from his own lip now bleeding and sneered directing this comment at both him and Marco. "How does it feel to know your Cosa Nostra will never be as powerful in the prisons as la Onda? And that you'll never have the kind of clout in Europe the Bravta does. You'll never be as far known internationally as the Triads or the Yakuza. Face it. You're the past. You are only relevant in a small island and in the few Italian enclaves left in America. That is until all your little Italian frappuccino shops get bulldozed over and replaced with a Bean Machine."

Charliekept his dukes in the air waiting for the Russian to attack. Vasily looked at Marco who was still holding his dying friend. "How does it feel your buddy over there and his gang will never have the kind of clout in any American city that the Mexicans, the Colombians or even the Puerto Ricans have?" Marco heard what was said but he was ignoring it for now looking at his friend. His friend begged hi..." me...I don't want to ...be a cripple..." Marco stated, "I can't...how can I ever tell your mama?"

"You...don't...have...to...I died...fighting...tell the brothers that..." Marco stared at him for what seemed like an eternity. Despite Ivan standing in the open none of the Dominicans took a shot at him. They reserved that right for Marco. Marco put his pistol up to his chest. "Lo siento, compa..." He pulled the trigger. He stood up in a rage dropping the smoking gun. "You made me kill somebody that's always had my back..."

"No...you made me make you kill him. I didn't tell you to start running surveillance on people that you don't know. Especially when one of those people has the power to rip your wotrld apart..."

Oscar shook his head. "The Mara Cucas ripped my world apart a long time ago...and I've made them pay for it ever since. You're just an old man trying to feel young..." With that in a sudden burst of speed Marco hit him. The punch dazed Ivan so much he fell backwards. It was both the speed and the force behind it. He looked up to see the Dominican throwing a kick at his face. He did not have time to blocl it. His ear rang as his shoe hit him in the right side. He then kicked Ivan in the stomach. Ivan was winded. Marco held his fists up. "Get up!" He ordered. Ivan did. He threw another punch but Ivan caught his arm and flipped him to the ground on his back following with a kick to th ribcage. Ivan came at him with a kick to the side of the face. The Dominican grunted with pain but he pulled his leg down and kicked Ivan in the back.

Ivan grabbed the knife, "I thought you'd fight fair..." Sneered Marco. Ivan responded, "I know you wouldn't fight fair against a Marabunta soldier. One asked you for a fighting chance. You didn't give it..."

"There's no way you could know that..." Ivan chuckled. "His ghost told me," Marco AKA Oscar snarled, "You're mocking me..." He withdrew his own machete. "Mine's bigger than yours."

Ivan chuckled. "Okay, what really happened is that one of the men you and your buddies laid out didn't die right away. He confided in Cricket before he breathed his last," Ivan sneered and said, "You know, I've learned a thing or two about Dominican guys. You don't have the cartel thing and your Catholic saints are a little different. So Dominicans don't fear the Saint Of Death the way Mexicans and Americans do," He paused and then said, "But everybody fears the boogey man."

Marco swung his blade at Ivan but he ducked and kicked Marco in the chest. Ivan drove his knife into his chest. He was forced back however as Marco hit him in the head with the machete handle. His machete flew from his hand and he lost his grip but he did cut off a strip of skin from Ivan's right cheek. The two exchanged blows and slipped falling on someone else's blood. Ivan fell hard hitting his back hard. Marco was at an advantage as he did not fall laying down but he did hit his head on the railing and blood ran down the side of his face. Ivan groaned in pain as he bled and Marco growled kicking him the rest of the way down the stairs.

"You brought your friends all this way just to die..." Stated Marco. "By the time this is over your man in prison will be the only one left," He kicked Ivan in the back and the Russian cried out. "This aint shit...wait till I get you back to the safe house...two words...blowtorch...pliers..." Ivan got to his feet swinging with as hard of a left hook as he staggered back and the two made their way down the stairs still squaring off. "You're an idiot. You and your friend. And Devlin. You go through all this work just to send a message. And the Mexican gang and the Salvadoran gang. Only you not only got the wrong crew you got the wrong Borough. Buddy, I'm not even American and I would have been more thorough than that. And you're supposed to be from here.

He swung hitting Ivan in the face again and his open wound bled more covering his ebony fist in crimson. Marco grabbed Ivan and then threw him into the railing. Ivan hit it hard. He then purposefully dislocated Ivan's left shoulder. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Oscar grabbed his hair. "Mariah...Alicia...Willie...they were good people..."

Ivan head butted him and he staggered back his nose bleeding. He threw a kick at Ivan but Ivan caught it and jabbed him in the stomach then he karate chopped him in the throat and kicked him back and the black Dominican hit the back of his head on the step. Ivan popped his shoulder back into place and screamed with agony. He kicked Marco in the forehead first with the bottom of his boot. He followed with the pointy end of the face. Marco's eyesocket was bloody and swollen. He tried crawling up the stairs but Ivan beat him every step of the way. They got up to the next floor and Ivan kicked Marco in the side breaking a rib. Marco spat blood in his face and head butted the Russian and just like that, Ivan's advantage was gone. Marco banged on his head hitting him with left and right combinations.

Marco kicked him over the side of the balcony and went downstairs snatching up Ivan's knife. He stabbed Ivan in the side and the Russian screamed with agony and Ivan kicked him in the groin following up with a elbow. Marco almost fell to the ground but had not could not walk on one leg. Marco came back however kicking the Russian in his already broken up leg. Ivan took his own knife and slashed at Marco's throat. He cut him but in a non fatal sense though he did bleed. Ivan tried to stab the Dominican in the left brachial artery but Marco moved a bit and instead the blade plunged hard hitting bone and doing nerve damage as it cut into tissue, muscle, cartilage and the works. It was not fatal but it caused the man a great deal of pain.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Roared the Dominican kicking Ivan in the face. As the bloodied Russian mobster hit the ground Marco wasted no time kicking Ivan in the jaw. He broke it. Ivan was now in a world of pain looking up at him. He tried to get up but Marco kicked went back upstairs to grab the machete. He held his neck wound still with one hand. His shirt was stained with blood not only from his own face but due to where he had been eye was beyond fucked up. Still, he had won the fight. Ivan's lung was being crushed by wind.

Just then, Vasily ran down the stairs to try and get to Ivan. Charlie followed chasing Vasily down. As they ran down, however, so too did some Marabunta members including, Cricket, Spooky, Torta and two other Mareros. Five dominicans came down as well and the two grous shot it out. Marco and Charlie had to get to cover. As did Ivan. Vasily saw what was wrong with Ivan and he lifted the man over his shoulders. The other mafiosos came down the stairs as did the PPL and the rest of the Irish. Gordon fired his shotgun into the face of an older Italian male in his early 40's. The blast took away all the flesh from his jaw and art of his nose and revealed a bloody grinning skull. Packie taunted, "Hope you boys are making a killing at Al Dente's! There went your Conilsiere."

Charlie, judging from the angry look on his face gave away that it was actually true. Marco held the machete high yelling, "You're not leaving!" He was closer to Ivan and Vasily than Charlie and he was going to cut the two men down but suddenly a bullet fired from one of the Marabunta guys was fired though nobody saw which one fired it. It hit Marco in the left thigh. Marco collapsed.

He tried to get up but Charlie was at his side taking his own belt off to tie off his leg. "Don't try and stand up he may have hit an artery..." Marco growled, "I can't let him live..."

He began to help Marco walk. Though his neck wound was not as serious as the shot to his artery as luckily no artery had been hit with the knife wound, it didn't help he was losing a lot of blood from the leg wound plus the knife wound plus the blood from his face from the fight. "I got a good doctor. Used to use em when me and the fellas got in more dangerous jobs for the boss. Just hang on, capisce? We'll have you fixed up in no time..."

Ivan was doing just as bad if not worse. He was being crushed by the air in his chest. Packie and Vasily rushed forward helping get him to his own car. Vasily saw a pen and he removed the ink part from it and began to make a makeshift air pump. He stabbed it into Ivan's chest ejecting the air. Ivan was barely conscious. "Shit...he has a collapsed lung...we have to get him out of here!"

Charlie shouted to a few of the mafiosi that were still there, "Go take care of that mick bastard! He killed a made man. So did that big bastard!"

Packie told him, "Seeing as I'm coming back to LS with you guys, I'[m coming with you. I'll keep you covered..." He helped Ivan inside and Vasily got up front driving. Packie still had his Rifle and was ready to use it if any trouble came their way.

"Do you know where a good doctor is? I don't know if taking him to the hospital is a good idea but we may need to anyway."

"I know of a nurse in Bohan that works out here...she may just be getting off her shift. And I know of a doctor out in Broker...he normally deals with harvesting organs on the black market but if he knows what can damage what oregans and what will wreck his prices for them I don't see why he wouldn't know how to fix it up."

He dialed Carmen. "Hey where are you? Listen I need your help...I got a guy here in really bad shape. He's Eastern European, and he aint Niko. He's got a collapsed lung and a broken jaw. .I don't give a fuck if you're shopping. look, you're a superficial bitch with fake titties I'm offering you a lot of money if you do this/ Yeah. Then you can get yourself a nice apartment in Algonquin like you wanted. Yeah...that one that dead beat Slavic prick wouldn't buy for you. Yes. Look meet me in North Holland...Vauxite Street."

He then dialed the number of the doctor. "Hey listen buddy I need your help and I know you've done work for Niko and Elizabeta...incentive? Here's your fukcking incentive. If you don't help me, I'm gonna come to Broker and let's just say anybody in the market for new kidney, liver, heart will be in luck. That's what I thought...meet me in North Holland. Vaixite Street. Yeah, I know a fucking explosion just happened. The pigs aint shut all the roads down just yet. If you can't get across the bridge, find a boat. Or take the subway. It's really up to you. Find a way across as if your life depended on it cause it does."

Just then a black Sentinel pulled up firing upon them with MP5's. Packie rolled his window down as the other window nearest to Ivan was shattered in the front seat. As Vasily drove he cried out, "Packie take care of them!" He looked to see the Pavanos were still on them. "Get that fucking cocksucker!" Screamed the driver. "He killed Artie!"

"Awww I guess Mary's gonna be having hot flashes about that for a while!" Screamed Packie as he fired out thew window nailing an overweight Italian male with twelve rounds in the abdomen. The man fell out of the front seat into the street. "I don't even understand how they can have a female don..." Stated Vasily. "I am not a sexist at all but I thought Italian mob families don't operate that way."

"Usually they fucking don't but somehow that old post menopausal bitch has been the matriarch of that goombah goon squad for years. I think I heard somewhere that maybe in Siciliy they can have female dons I don't know if that's true or not. Something about guineas and being mamas boys!" He fired striking another mafia member this time with a headshot. The Italian man's brain matter splattered all over a statue of the Virgin Mary one of them had on that dash. "You fucking leprachauns talk shit but you're still Catholic! That's our thing!"

"We're lapsed Catholics, fucko! Big difference!" He fired striking the driver as Vasily drove in a way that allowed them to be side by side. The car soon crashed. They pulled up to the spot. "He's lost consciousness..." Stated Vasily. "Fuck, we better check for a heartbeat then. Mai aint gonna be happy if we don't bring her hubby home."

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Okay, that's it for this chapter. Instead of just doing one I knocked out two Series A heist setups so there's less to do the next time. And as promised Packie made two appearances I was not able to do one in a flashback tense but I was able to bring him into the 2013 storyline and FINALLY tie him into the other four protagonists all though he already knew Paul back in LC when he was much younger. Plus I figured it would be appropriate to have him in the standoff between Ivan and Marco. Which brings me to my next point.

So Ivan and Marco fought and while Marco is more injured than he was in his fight with Neto, if you ask me he still won. I figured Zilla has made it so that Neto defeated Mark a couple of times in combat but that he lost against Ana, Mai sort of didn't do as good as i expected against Mark but then I also made a fight where more shit happens so i figured on my end I shoud do one of one of my characters taking a loss.

I don't know who that oc should be to Charlie I leave that up to Zilla the same with Sangre i mean I made him up just to kill him off and maybe Zilla can give him a real name or something.

As far as the high ranking Pavano member Packie killed that would be Arthur Zapulla. I stated his age as early forties which he was in 2008 but by now he'd be mid forties but the truth is when people guess your age it really only is a guess

The reason I had Paul cut off regarding the subject of Gerry is because while we are filling in the gaps between 2008 and 2013, truth is even I don't know what outcome I'll have for Gerry. Obviously in Ballad I killed him off but maybe somehow some way I really can have Kiki get him off. As for Carmen I figured she gives medical advice to Niko so she'd be handy in this situation.

A few things I wanted to show this chapter but didn't have a chance to was Ivan getting revenge for Leela against Carson Avenue while Leondre recovers from his injuries, as well as a flashback for more insight into Packie and Paul's past, plus more Canada gang banging shit for Paul but at the same time I also wanted to show a flashback. Trust me there'll be time next chapter but I wanted to hammer this out and getting the heist set ups out of the way was more important. But unlike in Online lets just say I'm gonna have "Missions" that are sort of as a result of them stealing from the Vagos and the Lost. There will be a re sparked war between the Vagos and Aztecas going on between 2013 and 2014 it'll probably be mostly over by the time my story timeline reaches 2014 and we're present which will be done after this series a heist and the last one the bank one will probably be done the next year since it's not like in Online people aren't doing these missions after 2013.

As far as what Paul explained to Mai about our view of creation vs the land, this to me is one reason why Christianity, hell Judaism or Islam for that matter can never be compatible with our belief system. Because some Natives who are either Christian or a mix of Christian and traditional try and rationalize being part of the colonial religion ands saying the Europeans were not "True Christians" and that "True Christianity" is the same as our ways. I don't fucking think so. In my peoples ways specifically, the sly woman made the earth not the creator. No two tribal creation stories are even the same so to say something as absurd as that true Christianity and traditional Native beliefs, as different and unique as each one is, is the same is beyond retarded.

The reason I'm not doing the payback on Carson Families this time is I don't want to shorten it or cheapen it I want to get it right and have it be about as bloody as this gunfight with the Trinity's was and on that note I should also point out I meant to have a part after that saying that the Pocos Pero Locos and Marabunta Grande and the McReary's pretty much wiped out 75 to 80% of their numbers in Northwood. I wonder though if the Trinity's would at all be angry that the real reason many of them are killing and dying is over something that happened in New Arcadia. Which reminds me too, that's another thing Rockstar did that is retarded having a female don that's not something I've ever heard of the mafia doing.

I mean they're pretty much referencing that Analyze This comedy but it's just a movie and a comedy at that. The part Packie said about it maybe being possible in Sicily even if it isn't in America is sort of a nod to the Sopranos when the Sopranos went to Italy and were surprised there was a female boss over there. And it was kind of for that reason saying Italian men need a woman to baby them.

You know that joke. You know you're Italian if you're 5'4 can lift up to 400 lbs and still cry when your mother yells at you.

Since Zilla is pretty much going to have his six months between when Neto and Mark confront each other again is almost up I figure Ivan and Marco can recuperate during what the month or two left they got. So Marco was stabbed in the arm got his face beaten a bunch as did Ivan but he also has a swollen eye socket, Ivan had a strip of skin cut off his cheek and was punched several times by Marco making it worse, Marco was stabbed once through the vest which stopped the blade a little but despite what you may have heard bulletproof vests are not meant to stop knives it may to a point but you have to understand that bulletproof and stab vests are not woven the same way.

Also, Marco took a shot in the thigh and had a cut on his throat i guess maybe you can say a slit throat but some people have survived that. Meanwhile, Ivan had a collapsed lung, some internal bleeding if we're being honest and a broken jaw. He'll actually need to have his jaw wired shut for at least a month. So Ivan lost this round but both men are in pain. The thing is you can be trained to take pain if you're a soldier or part of a warrior society trained to ignore it even but even if you're not feeling it in the moment of conflict you will feel it after.

Also, this is going to seem strange but next chapter, Ivan has found religion. What kind? Stay tuned. It's probably not what you think. I've also contemplated on whether o not Vasily should be Jewish as well because a lot of Russian monstets are but the guy he's based on I don't think he is and none of the Markovich Family members are so maybe not.

One last thing. So that bombing he set off is somewhat based on the Oklahoma City one he did that to blow up the IAA building and with Oleg that ties it into the GTA IV storyline. Yes it is an act of terrorism but Ivan's proven he's not beyond I don't suppose any kids have to die as he and Vasily were talking about maybe a couple of people in their mid to late teens are innocent casualties but no kid kids. He did that not only as a major fuck you to Devlin but also as a diversion so they'd be able to attack the Trinity's.

On top of that, that flashdrive they took, I didn't show it even though I meant to but basically I'll just ssay right here what they did after that or that is what Vasily would have done while Ivan is getting his injuries fixed. Basically releasing that info to two groups the US is not on good terms with I'm thnking maybe one being a Hezbollah cell the IAA is infiltrating and another the IRA. Basically the Hezbollah guy would get decapitated and the IRA guy would get a bullet in the head. Needless to say Devlin is pissed and now Ivan wants to try and get information that he would sell to each group who wanted this sensitive information. So now if Devlin wanted Ivan dead before he'll really want him dead now.

The thing about Ivan is, while Neto may want to kill the ones that killed his family and doesn't care if he lives or not on some level he also kind of hopes he can have a normal life someday. Ivan on the other hand considers himself too old to settle down, have a family and all of that, retire, etc so he thinks that this course of action is all he can do and he doesn't care if he dies in the slightest. He only wants to do as much damage to the IAA as possible before dying.

So if it's a question of who's more evil betwee Baba Yaga and Santa Muerte I'd say Ivan just cause he's willing to kill a lot of people just to fuck the IAA over and like he and Vasily were talking about he rationalizes it by saying they'd be saving potentially more lives in the future than the amount they kill.

As for Mai's mission in the middle east that's taken from Body Of Lies. I wrote the United Liberty Contact's name as Edward T Fortune cause that seems to be the closest thing to a name he has. I'm not gonna take from that whole movie it was just that one part of it cause it would make for an intense IAA/CIA mission. And speaking of the late Edward, the office Ivan got that keycard from is a reference to the office Niko goes in to see him in in the UL building. And you know it's interesting i was watching a video of him and I remember thinking damn Karen maybe ok looking in GTA V and she def looks good in the bikini mod but she looked better in IV if you ask me. I like the way she looked back then more. She had brown eyes and that was better.

Almost nothing is known about Edward and I guess that's kind of the point but we can tell from his accent he's from Liberty at least. Actually speaking of Oleg I don't know if you remember but the man that he was meeting was actually named Vasily. That just gave me more of an idea too. Maybe we can have that be the thing too.

Anyway, until next time.