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.

48. The Art Of War

Neto

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Named Molly

He found himself driving into Nata from gripped the curvy Yaqui woman's hips as he drove into her from behind. He wasn't going as rough as before. He was fucking her deep but he wasn't going fast. She didn't seem to mind at all. He smacked her ass from behind. Gata knocked on the door, "You two almost done in there? We gotta drop by Demon's place..." The funeral for Demon's son would be later.

"Hey homegirl...why don't you come in here?" Neto said as he took a hit from a blunt. "Not now..." The Chicana Colombian said. 'It's that time..." Nata chuckled as he fucked her from behind. "You trying to get a threesome fool? How about asking?" Neto chuckled saying, "The more the merrier mija...besides you never done that?"

She chuckled again saying "Actually...a couple years back there was this fine ass Ecuadoran vato...me and Gata tag teamed him. I'm not bi or anthing at least I don't think so but I can recognize when a woman has nice tetas..."

"You touch each other?" He asked. "Yeah...to please him.." She smiled. "He was such a cochino though. Anyway he died two years ago...Vagos killed him. I miss him..."

"That's the thin mija...Gata's tetas are tiny but they look like they stand at attention..." One thing Neto had come to the conclusion with Paul about when talking about women was that while Indigenous women and the stereotype they had no ass or small asses was not true for most Raza, it was true that a lot of mujeres from the raza had breasts on the smaller side. It wasn't that the were usually small like Asian girls. In fact in Colombia and Venezuela the average size was D Cups but they usually never got ridiculous sized like white women. It was safe to sa thath the average Indigenous woman averaged at a c cup. Despite being halfwa from one of the larger countries in the Americas Gata's were smaller but he knew they were pok. He had seen when her nhipples were hard some days.

He had found out that the largest breasts were in Russia and the smaller ones were in Asia and Africa. Still, he liked women with small breasts and an ass but not vice versa. "You're fucking me, cabron. Pay attention! Besides she said she's on the rag..."

"Yeah but she didn't say no..."

She rolled her eyes. Though they were not an item and it was a friends with benefits kind of thing, he had been fucking her the longest. "Hombres. Todos ustedes quieren un threeway pero necesitan resistencia para ello."

(Men. You all want a threeway but you need stamina for it.)

He groped her breasts not yet read to enter her again. "Stamina? I got plenty of that. I never left you hanging and I never nutted early."

"Lo sé, pero dos mujeres son otra historia. Si crees que puedes manejarlo, tal vez podamos intentarlo más tarde. Los tres tenemos que hacernos la prueba. Pero primero se centran en lo que está delante de usted chingado!.."

(I know but two women are another story. If you think you can handle it maybe we can try it later. The three of us gotta get tested. But first focus on what's in front of you, fucker)

Neto began to thrust inside her saying, "I like it when you say that word. Fuck..."

"Good...fuck you...!' She said looking back with sass in her tone and a challenge in her eyes. He pulled her hair and began to drive into her deeper. "Ooohhh! Cabron...You like putting my hair? ¡Bestia violenta!"

(Violent beast!)

She threw her ass back into him as she thrusted into him. "Fuck me...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Tu indio bruto...Fóllame papi...oooh shit...!" He hit her g spot. He didn't even mind that she called him Indian Brute since she was the same race and identified as such. Sure she was mestiza but it wasn't the same hatred as he'd heard from mestizo kids in school who had actuall called him an Indian Brute. Now it was sexual. He would do the same.

"You like that, eh? Tu puta amarilla..." He said talking shit back. She replied, "Si .cógeme, Papi...¡Cholo grasiento!"

"Tienes una boca sucia..." He growled smacking her ass and fondling her breasts as he plowed into her. She squealed as he toyed with her clit and he went deeper inside her and he bit into the back of her neck. "Por favor, señor, no me violen ... sólo tomar mi dinero y vaya ... noo no me tocan allí!"

He chuckled as he thrust into her and he turned her over. "You're a little freak you know that?" She giggled as he put her legs up in the air and she cutely put a finger in her teeth smiling big. He began to pound into her pussy deeper. "Mi papá tiene dinero por favor no me violen!"

He felt her pussy convulse as she had an orgasm her soaked womanhood getting his junk moist. He looked at the clock. They'd been going at it for twenty minutes. She laid back her breasts heaving as she sweated. He knew she could still keep going so he did. 'Aye que bueno...! ¡Pervertido paisa inmundo! Oh mi papá va a matarte..."

He pounded deeper saying, "Usted sucia pocha perra del norte ... Voy a follar y hacerle ver ..."

She opened her eyes..."Whoa...that's a bit too far...and weird..."

He chuckled saying, "You brought it up..."

"Whatever...keep going..." She dug her nails into his back and the bed rocked. "Si..si...si! AYE AYE AE!' She howled as he drove down into her and his mouth took her breasts in and he bit down on her nipples. At twenty eight minutes he nutted on her stomach, thighs and breasts in heavy bursts. He volunteered to clean her up using a green bandanna he'd taken from a deceased Carson member and a purple rag he'd taken off a deceased OCB member. She laughed. "Why do I get the feeling you took those panos just for something nasty like that?"

"Cause I did...should I send it back?" she smacked him. "You're such a pig."

"You love it..." He said. "And you're right I might mean it as an insult but they'd probably like it..."

They both showered and got dressed. She put on a black dress and he put on a black tux. "You think we're bad for...you know...doing this? When Demon's having such a hard time?"

"No..." He said. "La definición de malo y bueno de cada uno es diferente. Incluso cuando son la misma religión la mayor parte del tiempo. No soy nihilista, pero a veces me pregunto si tienen un punto sobre ninguna moral siendo objetivo. Tal vez no hay un estándar universal de decencia."

(Everybody's definition of bad and good is different. Even when they're the same religion a lot of the time. I'm not nihilist but sometimes I wonder if they got a point about no morality being objective. Maybe there is no universal standard of decency.)

He then added, "Besides, today's gonna be a rough day."

Two hours later they were at the San Ernesto church on 108th. The priest was giving a sermon. "Estamos aquí hoy para despedir a Sionne junior de un niño robado del mundo. Hay muchos de nosotros que reflexionan sobre si un niño o niña que llegará al reino de los cielos."

(We are here today to bid farewell to Sionne junior a young child stolen from the world. There are many of us who ponder whether or not a child that young will reach the kingdom of heaven)

Neto rolled his eyes at the Christian bullshit. "Algunas personas dicen que sí. Jesús dejó que los niños vinieran a él Lucas 18: 15-16. Ellos dicen que no. Todos los seres humanos son pecadores en Adán hasta que creen en Cristo Romanos. 5: 12-21."

(Some people say yes. Jesus let the little children come to him Luke 18:15–16. They say no. All humans are sinners in Adam until they believe in Christ Romanos. 5:12–21)

The priest continued, "Dicen que sí. David sabía que vería a su hijo en la otra vida. 12: 15-23. Ellos dicen que no. No a menos que hayan sido bautizados: "Nadie puede entrar en el reino de Dios a menos que haya nacido del agua y del Espíritu" Juan 3: 5. Or others say

They say knew that he would see his son in the afterlife 2 Sam. 12:15–23. They say no. Not unless they have been baptized: "No one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit" John 3:5. O otros dicen que sí. Si sus padres son creyentes: Un niño es santificado por un padre cristiano 1 Corintios. 7:14."

(Or others say yes. If their parents are believers: A child is sanctified by a Christian parent 1 Corinthians. 7:14)

Neto looked at pictures of the little boy and was glad it was a closed casket. He thought of Emiliano and how his life had been snatched away unjustly just as Nenetl's had. He wished that somewhere out there they were alive but he didn't know and if they were he sure as hell didn't believe it was the Christian after life and f it was they were screwed. Neto had never liked Christianity. Unlike a lot of mestizos, some of the pure bloods still had the Native religion. "Incluso si ninguno de estos pasajes, cuando se lee en contexto, nos dice realmente si los bebés van al cielo, nuestro deseo de una respuesta sólida nos lleva a encontrar uno."

( Even if none of these passages, when read in context, actually tells us whether babies go to heaven, our desire for a solid answer drives us to find one.)

The priest continued and all though Neto hated Christianity to its core along with the other two religions related to it, he found what the priest said interesting. "Por supuesto, nos quedamos maravillados de cómo un Dios justo permitiría que tal cosa suceda y no garantiza la salvación? Incluso si un niño es bautizado, la gente dice que no hay promesa de que la salvación sucederá para un alma. Incluso un niño. Hermanos y hermanas, no soy cruel. No soy como esos predicadores de fuego y azufre en el sur que dicen que un niño no bautizado quemará en el infierno. Pueden pensar que le están diciendo la verdad como muchos en esta iglesia alguna vez pensaron así. Ellos dicen que Dios no promete la salvación sólo porque ustedes son bautizados en Cristo. Pero lo ha hecho. Si nos volvemos a Romanos 1:20 dice: "Porque desde la creación del mundo las cualidades invisibles de Dios -su eterno poder y naturaleza divina- han sido claramente vistas, comprendidas por lo que se ha hecho, para que la gente no tenga excusa"

He then looked at everybody and his eyes even happened upon Neto. " Conrithina tells us When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. What does this mean?" The priest had switched to English. "It means that this was an innocent child. Blameless. What kind of monster would murder an innocent child? A pawn of Satan. I understand the way gang banging is out here. I've grown up in the varrio my entire life. With some of you in gangs. Including Sione...I understand none of us are perfect...and this is not at all the fault of the child. Or the parent. But this is the kind of lifestyle that leads to innocent people being murdered. When mi papa and mi abuelo was growing up, it wasn't like this. Yeah, there were shootings and sure accidental shootings. But people in their day didn't intentionally target children. On either side. Somewhere on the other side of the tracks, there's probably a Baller or a Families member laying a child to rest. Now I understand the anger and the hate our people feel in the street when other cultures look at us wrong treat us wrong. It;s hard to not feel that resentment back. But children...on either side are innocent. There used to be a time when we could all agree on that."

He sighed. "Sione Junior was a dedicated brother and a loving son. He was also an engaged learner in church. When he would come to confession, I can tell you personally that I've had some very interesting conversations with him. He was an old soul. He had questions that even some adults don't think to ask..."

With that they went to the bullshit hymns and then more prayer and finally it was over. When it was over Demon's ex wife slapped him. "How could you let our baby get killed?!" Neto held her back. "Let go of me!" Demon told her, "Listen, I know you hate me but I didn't do this. He killed our son. You think I don't cry every night?!" His voice cracked. He looked at her with a glare. "Mirate...we need to get you out of the neighborhood. You and the kids. I know you're planning on doing that anyway..."

"So you're just going to abandon your duties as a father?" Demon told her, "I'm not but we seoprated and now I know you'd never let me see my kids again. But you're still not safe. These motherfuckers would still go after you and the kids. Trust me. You have to leave. Go to Mexico, Samoa, another state, I don't care."

"Mexico? That aint safe. And Samoa, I don't speak the language..." He rolled his eyes. "English is spoken there...I need you to go. I love our kids I even still love you...but I can't protect you...I've failed at that. I've failed as a father...so if you want to protect them you have to get as far away from here as possible...it's going to get worse before it gets better."

"I'm not leaving...this is our home!" She insisted. "You're planning on going after him aren't you? You'll get killed..."

"That would be better than this..." She screamed, "You don't get to feel sorry for yourself! He died. You don't get to take the easy away out you should have to live with this forever! Siempre!"

Demon shouted, "What the fuck were you doing, esa? You were cutting cake. He died in my fucking arms. I tried to keep pressure on the wound I got to him before you did!"

Neto told him and her, "Calma...this isn't helping. Let's all just cool off and go home..."

As they went to Demon's car he told her, "I'm telling you, gett your bags packed. You're not staying in LS. You're not safe. Not with the Ballas out there."

"You fucking necios are always bragging about how you wipe out the Families and Ballas and drop their population! Y que? They're less active than they were in the 90's Aztecas are less active than they were in the 90's. The crime rate in LS has dropped in half. Aren't you vatos always proclaiming victory?! They're only 32% of David! Their last major stronghold is Strawberry and Chamberlain Hills!"

"A wounded bear is still dangerous," Demon stated. "And they don't stop being dangerous until they're all the way down. That's why it's not safe while they're still out there."

With that, they began to leave. "I'm coming by to pack a bag for you. There's money to get you out of town..."

"If there's going to be a fight...I'm taking part in it!" Screamed the woman. "You don't get to be the only parent that avenges our baby! I don't want your blood money."

They got into the car, Neto, Demon, Gata and Nata. Demon began to cry in the car and he said, "I can't believe he's gone...whatever happens to me in the future...no parent should have to bury their child..."

Nata turned to Neto. "Maybe you should drive, eh? Sione's in a bad way."

"I can drive..." Demon insisted but Neto said, "Chale wey. I'll handle it. I can drive the carucha without crashing, compa."

Demon growled, "I know who did it..."

"Who?"

"Who do you think? Overdose's know...with Foga's death...I started to see that familia isn't always about your last name que no? You guys are familia to me. You been there. You're supposed to ride for your familia...Foga was an enemy . I wish it wasn't like that but that's how it is. And now he's gone. But Leondre couldn't see his own brother was a piece of shit?"

Neto pointed out as the radio played and the song She's A Snake by Conejo played, "It's a little different, hermano. They're from the same hood. You and Foga aren't. That's every gangster's nightmare having a cousin from a rival gang. But you know what? From what El Cucuy told me he's heard from the rest of his friends down in Davis, OD wasn't well liked. I mean he had homeboys but he was an asshole. Only the shit kickers and the dumbest hoochies in their neighborhood ever paid him any attention and they probably were cracked out with Aids. So he had to know somebody was gonna fuck him up. Yeah you ride for family but some people gotta realize their familia aint shit."

"Yeah but in this case," Gata stated, "The older brother actually ended up being worse than the little one," Nata nodded saying, "I'm not saying it's right but grief can drive you crazy..."

"Grief? Huh. He hasn't seen anything. When I get my hands on him I'm gonna break every bone in his body,homes. Losing a brother is tough. Losing a kid is worse. I bot some plans for that little puto. He'll be screaming to mama and Dios when I'm done with him but there'll be nobody that can stop me. I been talking to Keyla too...that hyna is psychotic bit she learned a few things. And she told me about them. That's what I got planned for him."

They pulled up to Demon's house. "Hey fuck that...you're supposed to get drunk after a funeral...drop me at the cantina..." They began to drive towards the cantina and they got out. Just then, a black Voodoo rolled up and parked. "Oye Santa Putos! You want to steal our mota?!" A Vago with a shaved head and tattoos on the side of his neck fired a 9mm out the window. So did a couple of his homies. Demon, Gata and Nata got to cover. Neto tried to get to cover himself but much to his surprise and great pain, he felt a round strike him in the right side of the ass. "AHHHH SHIT!" Demon got to him and he popped the trunk getting his shotgun out. The Vagos got out of their car and were still firing. Neto rolled on the ground but got his pistol out.

"Fuckers!" He roared. He fired from the ground letting off six shots and he hit one of them, a passenger in the left ankle. The gang member collapsed, wounded and three more hit the guy in the chest as Neto squeezed off shots like a mad man. Demon racked the shotgun and fired a blast from cover and he struck one of the Vagos in the left arm and his chest with Remington 870. "I just had a funeral, pendejo you wanna start some pedo around here?!"

A Vago screamed as he fired a pistol from cover, "Nah fuck that, Demon your boy there ripped us off for our yeska! Give him up and we won't kill the rest of you outta respect for your hijos funeral. I expect professional courtesy back!"

Demon yelled, "That's good you didn't shoot it up. Cause then I would be performing a colonoscopy with my shotgun on you. Instead since you shot my comarada I promise rapido muerte!" One of the other Vagos said, "Yeah he took one in the culo! Probably aint the first time he's had something up there!"

"Fuck this shit! Blast his ass, homes!" Screamed the Vago driver. "Fuck you Va Ho's!" Screamed Gata. "You weren't showing no courtesy when you forced us into Blaine County! Tried to kick us from our hood!" The Vago replied, "Bitch shut the fuck up! Hynas don't ever get no respect in the game. You're only there to be fucked you aint soldadas."

She fired striking the man who said that in the chest. The gang member fell over clutching his chest. "That's not true what you said. That's why I'm still standing and you're not!" Nata reloaded saying, "You tell him, girl!" She fired five rounds striking the driver in the back just as he had stood up and was in the middle of turning around to come up and shoot but Nata caught him like a markswoman in the LSPD. He fell over crying out. Neto was helped to his feet and he limped over to the gang member who was bleeding badly from three shots in the back and two in the right side. Neto kicked him onto his stomach. "That was a funny remark about me taking one up the ass, homes...you should have put the yellow rag down and been a comedian, ese. Like Lopez or Mencia..."

He had his Glock 17 still smoking. "You know they say when you die you void your bowels, right? I guess nobody should care cause you're gonna be dead anyway so it's somebody else's problem. And if I do gotta die, whether in the streets or the pinta.. I don't want to be denied a last good meal. I've had prison food. No bueno...but you, you're not gonna have to worry about that shit."

He pointed the pistol directly at the center of the man's ass. "I got a butt plug for you..." With that he shot him making sure the round went up his ass. He screamed as the round tore into his anus ripping the flesh up the bullet lodging past his colon and further into his bowels. They walked past the wounded gangster in the street who Gata had gunned down. "Who's the bitch now, chavala?" She taunted the sexist cholo as he bled out. "I'm gonna catch you on the fuckin rebound...we'll drive you outta Rancho and wipe you out for good...! We'll..." He was silenced as Nata fired a shot into his stomach. "What'd you do that for?" Asked Gata. "Should have let him bleed out."

"I was tired of listening to him," Replied the Yaqui Mexican woman. With that they got Neto into the car. They got him back to Keyla's. She had learned how to do surgery somewhat from her doctor fiancee but also it seemed she had been reading up on it. That part made Neto nervous. Soon he was on a table and she was digging the bullet out. He had been given some mescal for the pain. "Looks like we both need a drink..." Demon said after Neto took a big swig and he took the bottle back. "Fuck..." Demon sat in the chair as Keyla dug the bullet out. "Men are such babies," She teased. "It's a wonder any of you can be doctors you're all bad patients."

"Everybody is a bad patient..." Neto growled. "Except people from the Midwest. They're the only people I've ever seen apologize even when they're the ones inconvenienced."

Demon walked in folding his arms. "So hermano you wanna tell me what all that bullshit was about? We got Vagos shooting at us now?"

"Mira...I went and did a job for that guy Trevor alright? We're already in business with him. I see it as a way to make some money. If you're worried I won't give a cut to the cliqua and up the ladder to Onda, you're wrong cause I will

Neto

2013

He stopped by Trevor's trailer as he had been summoned to. Ron met up with him. "Trevor's set up a meeting between the Aztecas and the Lost. It seems the Lost believe that the Aztecas have ripped them off for some meds. They think Ortega violated the three way deal we had."

"You already know what's going on, Ron. Trevor's the one that got us to do it. And I got Vagos pissed at me to. You know I got shot in the ass last week? I'm only getting by with the pain cause of the ice..."

"I know but Johnny K doesn't know that and it's best he doesn't know."

Neto saw Ortega and El Camello and Chela and Pajaro and several other Aztecas facing off against Johnny K, Terry Thorpe, Clay Simmons, Malc and Deshawn. "What's up, fool?"Asked the gangster in the Pounders jersey. "You got a problem or what? Cause if you wanna start some desmadre here, make the first move.'

"You been disrespecting our brothers," Malc stated. "We know your boy, Neto was the one that made off with our shit. This violates our agreement.'

"Fuck do you care?" Asked El Pajaro. "You don't even ride the same wheels. They like American classic motorcycles. You guys drive Zaibatsu Hair Dryers."

Johnny stepped up. "We make exception cause these two have been there for the club. So they were patched in. It's my call to make. And we thought you and our friend Santa Muerte were solid dudes but instead you're screwing us. Well it stops today, motherfucker!"

Neto approached the opposing groups. "So you think I jacked our shit huh? That's fuckin funny, ese. Considering your club president is a meth head."

"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?" Asked Terry. "I don't deny it. I've been riding the white lighning. But I admit to my shit. I'm a man. How about you, Juanito? You a man? Can you tell your brothers here that you aren't tweaking? I didn't sell you shit for the pain you were in?"

Johnny glared at him. "I oughta kick your teeth in!' Neto stood not flinching as the biker was about ready to charge him but Terry and Clay held him back. "Yeah, that's it John. Let the crystal rage flow through you homes. See if it can give you enough huevos to try me! Funny I know your story. You left your ruca cause she was tweaking and fucking other dudes. Now here you are smoking meth."

Clay looked at Johnny. 'Is this true?" Terry looked around asking, "Wait, where is Ashley?" Neto chuckled. "Donde de hecho?"

They all heard the sound of a woman moaning inside Trevor's trailer. "What the fuck?!" Cried Johnny. He kicked in the door to see Trevor and Ashley. Trevor was fucking her doggstyle, her bare naked white ass exposed as he thrust into her. Johnny charged at Trevor swinging at Johnny hitting him in the face. "Johnny, calm down!" Cried Ashley. "You're supposed to be my girl!" He cried out. "We were over! You didn't want me!"

"You fucking came with us!" He screamed. "If you would have stayted behind you would have stayed hooked! And you would have overdosed in some house!"

Trevor stood up with a bloody nose and tackled Johnny slamming him against the sink and he threw a hard left punch to his face hitting him in the lip. The two exchanged several blows with each other and Trevor threw several quick jabs to Johnny's gut and Ashley tried to get in the way but Johnny pushed her aside. The Lost members proceeded to try and step in. It seemed that Terry and Clay wanted to keep the two apart while Malcolm amnd Deshawn wanted to throw down. Ortega and the other Aztecas got in the way and Ortega said, "This is between them."

"Bullshit!" Declared Clay shoving the Mexican man. "He's our brother..."

Finally, Neto got between them and said, "Alright, that's enough. This has all just been a big misunderstanding...I did sell some shit to Johnny...it was just for his pain but now that he's better, he's gonna lay off, right?" Johnny brushed his lip wiping away the blood and he wiped it off on his jeans. "Yeah...I don't need that shit..."

Ashley looked at Johnny with tears in her eyes. "I didn't know you still cared about me babe...I thought you were done with me...that you thought I'd never get clean...that's why you took me on the road..."

"Baby...I can't quit you...god I tried but I can't..."

"Well well well isn't this a codac moment.." He withdrew his pistol. "BUT NOBODY STEPS UP TO ME IN MY OWN FUCKING HOUSE!" Terry and Clay went for their pistols but Johnny, told them, "No guys...it's not needed. Trevor...I'm sorry, man. You showed us the way...San Andreas...Blaine County...it's different from the last time I was out here. We are partners...and maybe you didn't know but me and Ashley...it's a long history..." Trevor grabbed a beer from the fridge after putting the pistol back in his waist band. "Hey...no problem, cowboy. Just a little lovers quarrel. I'll tell you what...we are going to go and look for the guys who may have been behind this shit...Neto..has been looking into it for me."

Neto, thinking quickly on his feet stated, "Si mon. From what I hear it's the Vagos and the Families that did this shit."

"Why the fuck would it be the Families or the Vagos?" Demanded Malc. "Cause from what I heard the Vagos is pretty pissed that they got their molly jacked too."

"I don't know anything about that," Lied Neto. "But maybe the Vagos think you did it. Maybe that's what this was. You guys are rivals with the Vagos just like us, right? And what about the Families?"

Johnny admitted. "We dont like them either. Full of themselves. Thinks the whole world revolves around them..."

Pajaro chuckled crossing his armms. "That's true but some would say the same thing about you vatos. I mean what we gotta deal with you being here and in LC?" Ortega warned him to shut up. "You know," Began Terry, "Some of the brothers that survived when those chicken shits hit us said they saw a guy in a green rag and a guy in a black rag. It's not very likely the Familes and the Vagos would have worked together just to fuck us over but then maybe they did."

"Yeah but then hold on..." Malc said. "That doesn't add up. The Ballas got hit at their saw mill. So why wouldn't the Families have been robbed the same as the Ballas and Vagos were? And what's more if it's a he said they said kind of deal and Vagos think we took their pills, we think the Vagos and the Families took our shit, and the Ballas think we all jacked them why aint the Ballas hitting us up or why haven't the Aztecas or Families been robbed yet?"

Neto didn't like the fact that he wasn't buying it. He sternly said, "We're probably the next people they will go after," Neto said. "Think about it. We're deeper out here than The Lost. We're more dug in than the Vagos. You won't even really find Ballas outside of that Saw Mill. So it's either Vagos, and that means each time each group gets ripped off it's payback for when they did so everybody's pointing fingers at each other. Or it was Las Familias. They're the one clique I can name that doesn't operate out here in any way. Lost has their gun deals and meth? Firme. We got our business, Mara Cucas have theirs out here...Vagos tambien...Ballas got the saw mill."

"That could also mean you hit us too. Maybe your boys are the ones that are trying to go outside the gang ties and just rip everybody off?" Snarled Malc.

"How does that make any fuckin sense? Especially when the theory is that it's a multi gang crew?"

Johnny calmed down from the fight. "I thought it was the Aztecas too. But the Salvadorans haven't been hit yet."

"The Salvadorans are our allies, Johnny," Stated Terry. "It couldn't have been them. They got a lot of enemies in this state and so do we. Neither one of us can afford one more."

"Yeah, cause Marabunta is trustworthy," Neto said mocking the older biker. "Trust me. I grew up fighting those fuckers. In the days when most guys that look like you, even you cowboys on wheels never saw a vato with full facial they were still mostly unknown in America,outside the west coast back in 99' they were already deep in my country."

"Okay, then it's not them..." Johnny said. "And honestly, you'd be pretty fucking stupid to rip us off out here when you're pretty much our neighbors. So that really only leaves one odd man out."

"The Tranny's..." Finished Chela. "Yeah, they're the only ones without turf out here..."

Deshawn said, "I can't say I blame the brothers."

Neto just got a call on his cell phone. It was Demon. "You talking to Ortega?"

Neto nodded. "Yeah..." He excused himself while the Lost, the Blaine County Aztecas and Trevor Phillips Industries discussed things among themselves. "I already talked to Ortega and told him what's what. Point is, for getting us involved in this, you're going to have to give up a cut. We're looking at another potential war with the Vagos and you dragged us into it. I appreciate the initiative homes but you gotta warn us ahead of time."

"Orale...any other instructions?"

"Yeah. Act surprised and pissed off. It's already known on the news the Vagos had a shootout in our hood so the Lost gotta at least know about that even if they haven't admotted to it..."

"They haven't...por que?"

"We need to be beyond the eye of suspiscion. So you're gonna get off the phone and say that we just got hit by the Vagos. Not everything makes the news but word still hits the street. As for our friends in purple, you'll have to figure something out maybe we can't blame them for this shit. Since they got hit but I got I got Oso on a little job for me. Since he likes hanging with green raggers part time too, I got him doing a favor for me."

He noticed Malc was listening and so was Terry. Neto didn't look at them but he wathed them without watching. "¿Es este favor poner carnalito en peligro en las colinas?"

(Is this favor going to put carnalito in danger in the hills?)

He knew at least, that they didn't speak Spanish. "No," Demon said. "We'll make sure he frames the right set."

Los Santos County

20 minutes earlier

Paul and Lil king were riding through Vinewood in a stolen dark green Manana that the latter had boosted from the Crystal Heights Housing Projects. G Note and Peaches were also along for the ride. They were able to help Lil King now that the tagger crew was dealt with but Stretch still had not given Lil King any respect for it since he had help. He was still viewed by a lot of people in the Hills as a buster. Demon had asked Paul for this favor and had even agreed to pay the other three if they helped him with it.

All three were dissatisfied with Stretch and even G Note was thinking of defecting to Forum with Lamar and Franklin and had talked to Peaches of doing the same. They also had no love for Carson Avenue. G Note told Lil King, "Pull up right here...ya'll two gotta put on your uniforms..."

They did and Paul and Lil King were both wearing Varsity Jackets. "We look so gay..." Paul grumbled. "I thought Canadians couldn't be homophobic, NYUGGA. Just think of it is acting you'll be aight."

"I always hated the football players at schoo. They tried to beat me up but I beat them up. But they're still bitches. When they couldn't fuck with me they just turn on the nerdy kid or the foreign exchange student. Well...a smaller foreign exchange student. Still 'd rather have them try and fight me than ask if I play footbal."

Peaches, teasing, playfully tpped his arm saying, "Hey Redwood. What position you play? Got them broad ass shoulders and shit.." He growled, "That's it I'm losing weight. Including in my shoulders," She and G Note both cracked up. "Naw we're just fucking with you besides you don't want no narrow shoulders a woman likes a man with brpad shoulders. Don't nobody want scrawny shoulders or a small ass chest you look like you can't protect nobody."

"Whatever. Why the fuck can't we just wear Corkers gear or something like that? Isn't green all that really matters?"

"Naw, cuz. Aint you notice by now? Chamberlain niggas be about the wife beaters green white or black track jackets and Feuds. The Davis niggas still dressed like the 90's only they don't got the one button like the Ese's do. And the Carson's got the white t black t or varsity. But if you want to really be the most loud about Carson it gotta be varsity," She said as she chewed gum with a smile as did Peaches.

"Hey, speak for yourself, chief, I look flyer than a motherfucker," Lil King said. "Shut the fuck up and get back in the car. Matter of fact, you're not driving now. You drive like an old lady anyway."

He turned to the two female CGF members. "But why do you think you don't gotta wear the same kinda gear? Women in gangs dress up like dudes all the time."

"Fo sho," Peaches said. "But ladies also be ladies and all that really matter now is that we looking fly and show off the goodies.." They both tyed their shirts in a knot, Peaches had a dark blue and green mixed plaid shirt while G Note's was green and black. They both put green bandannas over their face. "Step on it, pimping," Peaches said. "We got some bikers to smash on..."

They began to drive over near the Lost MC clubhouse in East Vinewood. Lil King had a Mac-10 in his hands and G Note had two 9mm's in hand while Peaches had an AK-47.

Paul had a Corkers hat on and he had a dark green bandanna over his face. There was a few bikers standing outside the bar talking to their old ladies and each other drinking and smoking. The song That Smell by Lynard Skynard played. They leaned out the window and Lil King started spraying, "Man, fuck ya'll crackas!" He screamed. "We run the West Side, not you!" His barrage of twenty rounds struck a Caucasian male with short curly brown hair and bright blue eyes standing at five six with two biker chicks, one a thick curvy blonde with large breasts wearing a black leather midriff top and who had her hair long and tyed back in a gray bandanna.

The other was a brunette with light brown hair black jeans wearing a black sabbath midriff top. The rounds hit all three of them and they staggered back wounded and surprised into the man's wheels. "Motherfucker!" Cried out a forty year old Caucasian male as he withdrew his Beretta from his waistband and began returning fire at the Manana. Peaches swept him up with the AK, however and caught him with fifteen in the chest. The next six from her Rifle hit one of the Lost members old ladies in the stomach.

G Note squeezed both pieces off like a wild west flick and the first person she hit was a male of African American descent with a beer in hand two bullets went through his bottle and into his gut and he fell over. A third lodged into his sternum. "Shit girl you just popped a Tom, look at you!" Peaches beamed as she emptied the AK magazine into two more male members, a blonde haired Caucasian man with graying facial hair and scars across his face standing at six feet. One round hit him in the right etye blowing it out and the exit wound exploded out of the back of his skull.

The second gang member, she mowed down with the rest of the rounds from the AK. They took off down the street and more Lost members came outside to get on their bikes and go after them. They drove up the street headed north.

Neto

He got off the phone. "MOTHERFUCKER! THE VAGOS JUST HIT US IN SUR CENTRAL, PUES! VAMANOS!" Ortega and the Aztecas plus the bikers paid attention to the spectacle even though the former was in on it. "Que paso?" Asked Ortega. Johnny added, "Yeah what the fuck is up?"

"We're being hit by the fucking Vagos. I don't know if it's a repeat of what they did before or if it's them trying to rob us. We're hitting these putos back. I know where they operate out here."

Just then, Johnny got a call on his cell phone. "Hello? What?! Shit hang on we'll be right there. No, we won't let you guys get wiped out!"

"That was a brother in Los Santos. The Families just shot up some of our brothers in a drive-by."

"Y tu que?" He looked at Johnny. "Orale. You can all do whatever you're gonna do. We're gonna go handle the Vagos."

Trevor, grabbed an AK-74 from under his bed and said, "We're coming with. Can't let them disrespect Trevor Phillips Industries and when they disrespect you they disrespect me!"

"Are you going with us or with the bikers?" Asked Ortega. "Good question amigo! We'll go with you. It's closer."

"What about the Families? They're all the way back in Los Santos," Stated Malc.

Neto turned to Ortega saying, "We gotta hit up the Mackenzie Airfield. That's where the Vagos will be. They're doing a deal with that guy Oscar Guzman."

Trevor stated, "Listen, we want to send these motherfuckers a message but Oscar is not to be harmed. He's a business partner."

"No problemo," Neto said. "I got no pedo with him anyway."

Terry got a call on his cell phone. "Yeah? Really? Alright hold on, we'll get there as fast as we can."

He got off the phone and looked at Johnny. "Some of the brothers from LS found the car that did the drive-by. It looks like the shooters might not be far. Out by Chumash."

Johnny K sighed, "Well out here they won't be hard to find."

They got onto their hogs and began to head off.

Paul

Paul, G Note, Lil King and Peaches laid low in the foothills near Chumash. "You sure you know how to use one of those things?" Asked G Note. Paul had a M28 Sniper Rifle. The car was abandoned by the road. They'd thought of destroying it but Paul had a better idea. He had called Lester and had him patch him in to Trey Ball the leader of the Carson's and had them on their way out there to come get it back.

Just then, a convoy of Lost MC motorcycles came from one direction while several lowriders had pulled up and members of the Carson Families got out armed with automatics. "You guys think it's cool to shoot up our clubhouse?!" Demanded Johnny K. He was armed with a shotgun and Malc and Deshawn had pistols withdrawn as did Terry and Clay and several other members. The Families withdrew pistols and Uzi's. "Which one of you meth heads took my ride?" Demanded a gang member with dark skin wearing an all white T, blue gym shorts and a green rag tied with the knots in front.

"Who the fuck are you calling a meth head, asshole? The guy that drives this ride shot our clubhouse up. If this is your car, I take it that's you?"

"Man, I aint had shit to do with none of that don't nobody from my neighborhood give a fuck about you! We fuck with G rides not no bitch ass bicycle, cuz..."

The gang member looked at the tires. "Aint this about a bitch you rednecks slashed my wheels! One of ya'll gonna pay."

"Dude, if one of us had gotten a hold of the guy who drives this car and shot our brothers, we wouldn't have flattened the tires. We would have set it on fire. With the driver in it," Johnny told him.

The driver aimed his Uzi at the Caucasian biker's face. "Is that right? You're looking at him but I aint kill no bikers. If you want me to all you gotta do is just ask..."

The bikers turned their guns on the Strawberry gangsters who in turn did the same. "Let's not lose our cool, brothers..." Malc said. "I've stayed in South Central before, man. I know how hard it get."

"Man, fuck you," Snarled the driver. "Ole Willie Lynch syndrome having mothafucka you with them. Don't act like you know what's probably raised in the suburbs."

"Uptown aint no suburb..." Desean growled. "And it's more hood than South Central!" The Carson banger sneered, "Well I'ma tell you like this here. If I wanted to hit your lil club house up I wouldn't shoot a few dudes. I'd light that bitch up with everybody inside it..." He was saying the same thing about their club house as they had about the car. Paul finally got around to the other side of the shrubs and he aimed at a Lost member, a Caucasian male with a blonde crew cut and brown eyes and a scar across the right side of his nose and a tattoo on his neck.

"Look, we're here because somebody shot our club house and somebody has been ripping us off. We figured you might have done it because you guys didn't get ripped off but we have, the Ballas have and the Vagos have."

"Then go ask Marabunta or the Aztecas about that shit, mayne! We aint got no business out here! The Ballas fuck with them O'Neill brothers too maybe it's them that's why don't fuck with the country like that..."

"Well, we'll get to the bottom of this soon enough but if you really didn't attack us, then somebody stole your ride and tried to frame you for it. I think that could be wha's going on. Either the Vagos or maybe the O'Neill's. And if it aint either of them, then we got bigger problems but for now why don't we go our separate ways?" Johnny suggested. "I'm with that...but whoever did fuck with my ride is getting fucked up."

"If you're gonna shoot em, aint now the time?" Whispered Peaches. "Yeah what's taking so long?" Asked Lil King. "Not yet," Paul said. "The timing has to be right."

"Hey we get it," Terry said in a sympathetic tone. "Fucking with your cars is like fucking with our bikes. It's disrespect to a man's personal property," The Carson gangster nodded. "You damn skippy! And we finna find out too and better not nobody think they're gonna come up in our hood try and rip us off the way they been doing ya'll cause they'll get smoked with the quickness."

They started heading back their own way and Paul waited until they were not looking at each other and he finally fired a round into the back of the Lost member he had been aiming for. He had removed the suppressor so that it would make the sound. He was worried about an echo that might give it away as a Sniper Rifle and he was perhaps relying a bit too much on the stupidity of the gangsters on both sides but at the same time the panic of seeing a friend shot when his back was turned might be enough. The round went through the man's back right where the patch was and it exited out of his right armpit. The man cried out falling over bleeding. Johnny and the others turned back to see what had happened but before they could make sense of the situation, the other bikers started opening fire, a Caucasian male with sandy blonde curly hair and a thick beard and cold gray eyes in his mid forties yelled, "YOU CHICKEN SHITS!" As he fired his Glock 22 striking a Carson gangster in a black t five times in the chest.

The Carson's returned fire and the driver let off a storm of rounds. "It's on now, bitch!" He screamed as a six round burst caught the man who had shot his friend in the face, one round blowing his left eyeball out of its socket. Johnny, Terry, Clay, Malcolm and Desean took cover behind one of the Burritos as the Carson's opened more fire. Theee more bikers were caught up in the storm of rounds both from Handguns and automatics. Johnny fired his M3 from around the side of the van striking a gang member of about twenty in the leg blowing it in half. The man's knee was blown out.

Johnny fired again catching another Carson in the chest. Malc, Desean, Terry and Clay also let off a barrage of rounds. Four more gang members were dropped . The Lost still had three other MC members in addition to the ones Neto, Demon and even Ortega had mentioned in the past by name. Paul contemplated firing another round to try and take out more of them. He even thought about ending all the Lost members and Carson members on the road but he felt a hand touch his right arm. It was Peaches. "It's just for what we're being paid to do. Don't go overboard."

With that, he and the three Families members retreated further into the fields and the rows of hedges. Johnny and the Lost MC had emerged victorious in the gunfight and Johnny lifted up the gang member who had driven the car. He was wounded having a blast taken out of his left thigh. Johnny had Terry and Clay put in three more of the corpses with him one in the front seat two in the back. He also had Malc and Desean stuff two more in the trunk of his car. "You motherfucker..." Groaned the driver. "The homies are gonna clap all you busters for this shit..."

"You wanted your car back, right?" He was pouring a gasoline trail along the car and he also had poured it along the way with the Carson Avenue owned SUV's that the other gangsters had arrived in, the three additional bikers with them putting the Carson bodies back in the cars. He got back on his bike as did Terry, Clay Malc and Desean and they sped off. The three bikers in the Lost Burrito sneered looking at the gang member that was still alive but bleeding out. One was smoking a cigarette. He was a caucasian with black hair brown eyes and thick black eyebrows and grease in his hair. He was in his mid thirties standing six feet tall. "Come on man...don't play put that out...you've made your point...!"

The bike sneered taking a drag. "Have we? Alright. Ill put it out," He smashed the cigarette out over the gas trail igniting it and moved his hand away but it did catch on fire and he got back in the van screaming while one of the Lost members, smothered the flames with the jacket of an unused prospect rocker. "You should have just tossed it down, Sid, ya dumb ass..." Stated the driver of the Burrito as the van tore up the road and the flames spread quickly. Soon, a series of explosions went off and all of the SUV's were destroyed as well as the drive-by car. Paul was still watching with the scope and he said, "Ladies, our work here is done."

Neto

They pulled up to the Mackenzie Airfield locked and loaded. Ortega had his AK-74 ready, Chela had an M4A1, El Camello had a Spas 12, Zorra had an AK-47, Licha had a UMP and Pajaro had two Uzi's. Neto had his FX-05 but he also had a PSG1. He aimed at a Vago wearing a black wife beater and his arms were tatted up. "That's the Carlos familia, homes..." Neto said as he aimed his Sniper Rifle from the back of the dark blue Rebel Ortega was driving. "See that fucker right there? That's Edgar Carlos..."

"Don't squeeze on him, ese..." Ortega said. "I don't know for sure but I think they might try and make him a Carnal. If that's true we can't shoot him..."

Neto fired striking the other cholo wearing a black wife beater the round tore through the man's neck. "Well that was his little brother, Fernando. Emphasis on the word WAS..." Edgar Carlos saw that this was going on and the Aztecas got out of the truck "Matalo!" Screamed the bald headed shot caller. He fired an MP5 back at the Aztecas. The Aztecas were rolling deep today in Blaine County. Three blue Phoenix's pulled up one was dark blue, another was teal another was midnight and six gang members got out and started blazing. "You fucked up coming after us, puto!" Screamed a bald headed Azteca with a shaved head sunglasses, a dark blue flannel shirt and gray khakis as he let off an Uzi striking down two Rancho Vagos.

There were also Vagos from Vespucci Beach present too and they returned fire. A Vago from Del Perro wearing a yellow jersey carried s Remington 870 and he fired striking one of the Aztecas, a vato wearing agold crucifix over a white t shirt and khakis. He fell over with a blast to his stomach. "Varrio Magellan, puto!" Screamed the gang banger. Neto fired striking another Vago in the chest and the round exited his back. Trevor exited his own truck carrying a PKM. "EAT LEAD SHIT YOU COCKSUCKERS!" Luckily for Trevor, Oscar Guzman was not here and thus he had not fucked over his deal as he had been paid for the guns he had sold the Vagos already. He sprayed the Machine Gun and mowed down 5 gang members.

Chef fired his AA-12 and struck a Vago in the chest with three rounds and the gang member, a man in a yellow and black varsity jacket fell over as the third round obliterated his spine where it hit. Blood poured from his mouth as he fell in the dirt. Chela let off a storm of rounds hitting five of them, three vatos from Rancho, the first she hit with five rounds in the gut and three in the chest, a man in a white T with a shaved head and who wore plaid white and black shorts and knee high white socks. He went down and the next to get hit was a man with a crew cut of about twenty four years standing at 5'8 with dark brown skin who wore a light blue plaid button up. He took seven in the stomach and two in the neck. The third was a pelon with a mustache and tattoo sleeves up and down his bare torso and arms. He looked at least thirty. She hit him in the forehead and bits and pieces of skull erupted from the exit wound.

Edgar Carlos fired fom cover yelling, "You putos jacked our shit! Estas muerto!" Neto fired a burst of rounds at him despite Ortega saying not to. "The fuck cabron are you deaf?!" Neto growled back, "What I am is not one of your soldados. I'm from Demon's hood and even there I am fucking soverighn entiendes?! I was put onto my varrio before most of you vatos back down south. I only answer to one shot caller and he's gone now so I'm my own!"

Ortega replied, "¡Usted necesita aprender sus límites!"

(You need to learn your boundaries)

Neto fired his Assault Rifle striking a female gang member in the back as she ran from cover and he retrieved a grenade from the truck and pulled the pin tossing it between two Vago SUV's one black and one gold. The explosion kicked up a loud blast and killed eight Vagos in the process. He also noticed a few weapons crates in the back of a truck that the Vagos had.

Ortega fired his entire magazine into a gold SUV as it rolled up the street to try and attack the Aztecas. He killed the driver and front seat passenger instantly and mortally wounded the third in the back seat while critically wounding the fourth. He opened the door of the SUV after reloading.

Ortega looked at one of the cholos who had his left cheek ripped open from a few 7.62 rounds. "Chingada ¡Eres feo! Déjame arreglar eso."

(Fuck! You're ugly! Let me fix that.)

He put the barrel into his open wound and fired watching as the AK rounds tore into his skull blowing out the mass of his face decorating the back windshield with cerebral matter and fluid which mixed in with the blood. "That's better..." Ortega said with a smirk.

He looked and saw that the gang member next to him had caught a piece of shrapnel from the AK onslaught and it had torn into his right cheek "Oh shit, did I accidentally hit you? Let me kiss the boo boo and make it better," The gang member could not talk but he grabbed his cheek and gave him a smooch. "You fucking faggot...!" The Vago cried out finally coughing up blood from his gunshot wounds to the chest.

Ortega grabbed some of the smashed in fiber glass and said, "Buenos noches, chica..." He then put the smashed up glass over the man's face and he began to scream as the Azteca shot caller began to actually try and asphyxiate him with the glass like it was a plastic bag It of course crumpled over his face and he bled out more profoundly as the glass cut into his already open wound.

The laminated safety glass split more as he pulled it down over him. Ortega's hands were gloved so he didn't get cut.

Meanwhile, Pajaro let his Uzi's off at two Vagos killing the first one instantly and the second one was wounded with seven rounds in the back. He stood over him. "Remember how you fuckers tried to drive us outta LS? Thanks for that. You only helped us grow out here. You'll never have a foot hold in Blaine County."

"Chupa mi vega, Azteca puto! Faketeen varrio is going down..." Spat the wounded cholo. He saw that he had a Crucifix around his neck. He ripped it off and said, "Before you die will you accept Jesus into your life? Will you accept him into your heart? Will you accept Jesus into your mouth?!" He then shoved the cross necklace down his throat and forced his mouth closed and the gang member cried out trying to fight it but he forced it down and he began to choke him. The gang member's face changed color as he did.

Zorra, meanwhile, mowed down two hynas from Vespucci Beach, one wearing a yellow midriff top and blue jeans whom she struck in the back of the legs and then the buttocks while the other wore a black wife beater and brown khakis and the chola hit her in the heart.

Licha also fired a burst taking down four Vagos as she came around the side of a black Voodoo. Camello fired his Spas 12 and obliterated the skull of a Vago who was a paisa originally from Tijuana. Brains, skull fragments, jawbone pieces, and broken bloodied teeth spread all over the dirt. Neto saw an opening. "The cuetes! Vamanos!" He got in the front seat of the truck that still had the keys in it. He got in the ftont seat and put it in gear. Just then, he felt a hand grab his throat. A Vago, though wounded, was still alive and trying to pull him out. Neto pulled him into the window and began to drive and the gangster cried out, "Oh shit!"

His feet were dragged as he could not keep up with the increasing speed of the truck but he also could not let go. Neto drove towards the hangar and directly drove by it, opening the truck door so that it would slam the cholo against the wall. The act of doing so not only took the door off but broke the Vago's back.

"Reyes urbanos, cabron!"

Just then, they heard more shooting to the south. They looked to see a Lost MC Burrito pull up and three bikers got out plus Johnny and the others were there but they were being pursued by members of the Carson Avenue Families. Neto ducked down for a moment as he realized he'd gotten a text and it was from Paul saying how what had been planned worked but more than they realized since the Carson's had seen the wreckage that Paul had left on the road as they had been just behind their homeboys and they had picked up on Johnny's trail and went after him.

Johnny discharged the shotgun twice striking down two Families members. Malc and Desean spotted Edgar Carlos who dove into the back of a dark red Tornado and the car sped off as Neto fired at him as did the two bikers. Still, he got away. "You better run, mothafuckas!" Yelled Desean. Johnny then took a round in the left leg from a Carson member who fired an M-16. Johnny returned fire as he fell over and he hit the man in the right arm and the chest and the gang member fell over but was not dead. Trevor finished the man off with the PKM.

Johnny groaned standing up. "I could have handled that myself, Trevor!" Trevor grinned, "It's no problem, amigo! Just in case you couldn't, Uncle T is more than happy to pick up your slack!" Johny grumbled, "Cn't fuckin ride until I get my leg fixed."

One of the Lost MC members who Neto did not know stated, "It's no trouble, prez we'll give you a lift!" Neto began to drive the truck out of there and Trevor called out, "Meet me at my trailer! We'll dal with the weapons there!"

As Neto drove off, the Aztecas that stayed behind, helped the Lost finish off of what remained of the few Vagos plus the several Carson gangsters still there. Two of Ortega's men had been killed as well but it was mostly a decisive victory. When they got back to Trevor's, they went through the weapons. There was three dozen AK's, and six grenade launchers. They all split it in threes and made their way out of there. Trevor told Johnny, "Hey cowboy...you can go rest in my trailer for a little bit. We gotta get that bullet outta ya."

Johnny nodded. "Appreciate it, man...hey Neto you wouldn't happen to..." Neto sighed. "Follow me..." He gave him another ounce of meth. "I expect to be paid for this shit...I'm serious..and also I don't know how you do yours, maybe you smoke it which you probably do but you may want to consider snorting it like me. Or liquidizing it snd shooting it up like a tecato...purer high that way."

"Thanks, Dr. Feel Good but I think I'll be fine...I don't plan on using this crap too much longer."

Trevor came in with a pair of tweezers and Chef had a blowtorch, "We got whiskey, and we got Vodka, friendo. You're gonna need it for the pain..."

Johnny got his belt off to bite down on. "So I guess this means it really is a mixed gang crew that hit us? Or the Families and Vagos or what...? They didn't admit to shit..."

"Why would they?" Trevor asked. "I mean that would be idiotic, right? Whoever has your meds, and the Vagos pills and the Ballas weed is probably sitting there laughing their asses off while we're sitting here digging a bullet outta your leg! But rest assured we will find them. We'll have ourselves a nice asshole barbecue.."

Neto nodded adding, "At least we got these guns off them. When we go after these independent putos, we're gonna need something like this."

Mai

Steal Meth

Mai got out of the shower having dried off putting on a red bra and black panties and she put on a black blouse under a gray jacket this time and black jeans and she put her shades on. "Alright, boys let's go."

They went down to the Karuma and got in and began to drive towards Blaine County. Neto had told the three of them what he and Paul had done to cover their asses and she found it ironic that after all of that, they were now going to go and rob the O'Neill Brothers after they had just got through saying over the weekend that the redneck gang had not yet been robbed.

"You pricks going for the O'Neills?" Asked Trevor. "It's aboput don't give me any of that 'Ron just told me to go for the O'Neill's crap' they been out in Grapeseed all along," As they got onto the freeway and went past Hawick Ivan rolled his eyes. "Great. Another shit hole we get to visit."

"What, I thought you don't like LS?" Asked Mai. "It'd do you some good to get out of th smog and breathe fresh air."

"You misspelled meth air, beautiful. And as much as I don't like LS compared to Liberty City I fucking hate the deserts."

Neto chuckled. "Don't you know, Mai? That's every iztaccihuatl's weakness The sunshine. It must be overcast 24/7 back where he's from."

" I don't know what that word means but I'm going to assume by your tone you're being condescending. I don't think you'd do too well in the snow either, smart ass," Ivan reminded him.

"Depends what kind of snow..." Neto chuckled. Mai rolled her eyes in disgust. "You're such a junkie."

"You never did anything? Not even in college?"

"I drank and I smoked pot," Mai admitted. "And I may have done a line or two. But I didn't like it."

Ivan admitted, "I've done cocaine too. In a past tense. Not much. And it wasn't here in the states. I much prefer cigarettes."

"And Oso's straight edge except for the yeska."

"I don't even smoke enough to call myself an honest to God stoner, bro. Here and there, sure but I aint addicted. Which is good cause a lot of people are."

"Given what you told me about your father," Mai began, "You're lucky you don't have an addictive personality. I'm sure your mom, wherever she is is proud of that."

Neto chuckled, "Hey he doesn't touch yayo but he loves sugar. Pinche gordito..." He pinched the side of Paul's stomach and Paul whacked him saying, "Get off, fool."

Trevor spoke up again. "I'm a little pent up over here. I got several million dollars worth of diverse product sitting in a warehouse. I got just about every player in the state looking for it and looking for the people who stole it. Meantime my buyer keeps putting back the exchange. Keeps asking questions like where it all came from. If only they knew! How do you keep your head above water? You keep kicking! The cash from this sale's gonna go but if we can set up a lab, cook our own crank, Trevor Phillips Industries is in business for life! Bearing in mind that a meth cooks life expectancy is notoriously short the ice'll become a regular income stream. We'll sink the money from the product into expansion into other territories and R&D. We'll get some publicity, build the brand, I'll talk at some conferences, we'll float and then we'll try and appease the whims of our shareholders until the end of time! How's that sound? YEAH! LET'S GO!"

They were almost there. "There should be a few semis at the farm. Some are faster than others. Choose one, hook it up to the tank and haul outta there. Oh yeah I should say the O'Neill's don't take kindly to visitors."

They pulled up to their stop. Neto had his usual Rifle, Ivan had his AK-74 ready, Mai had her M4A1, and Paul the C7 Assault Rifle. In addition to this, Mai had a Mossberg 500, Ivan had an SVD, Neto had his old Rifle from his Zapatista days in addition to the Assault Rifle, and Paul had a Grenade Launcher he had purchased on the black market that he wanted to test out.

"Okay so the O'Neill's have this tanker of meth juice on their farm. Chef tells me he can use it to start a cooking operation out the gas station. So you're gonna get it and bring it to Chef."

With that, Mai began firing at two Riflemen crying out, "Hostiles, twelve o clock!" She struck the two of them in their abdomen and they fell from the roof. She didn't get a good look as the area was getting darker as it was sunset and the farm was covered in orange and pink skies but also shadows. Neto came through blazing and he struck a redneck with messy brown hair in a bowl cut and sunburned skin, a man without shoes carrying a 20 gauge and wearing dirty overalls. He struck him with seven rounds in the stomach. The next redneck he hit in the gut. He struck down two more as they came out of their barn.

Ivan saw some trying to creep on them from the grass, the redneck criminals firing Assault Rifles but he let one have it in both knee caps. As the man's tendons were shredded, a middle aged blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian man who was about five five, with a graying beard screamed as his knees were shot out. Ivan yelled, "Shut up! You Americans are so fat and soft..." Before putting a headshot between his eyes.

Another redneck came out brandishing an AK-47 and he fired striking Ivan in the chest forcing the ex KGB agent to cover. Luckily the vest absorbed the trauna but he stayed down. The redneck yelled, "That''s cause we got food in this country, commie!" Ivan fired from cover striking him in the gut. As the man bled out he yelled, "I can see that! I could probably feed entire villages with what's in your own acid bag alone. You don't mind if I grab a little to eat for the road?!"

"Chạy hoặc chết, bạn con lợn lai!" Yelled Mai as she fired her Mossberg striiking an O'Neill bodyguard in the back.

(Run or die, you inbred pig!)

"This is Murica! We speak English not Arabic!" Yelled one of the men as he fired a barrage of rounds from an M4 at her. She ducked behind a dark red rusty Bobcat and she leaned under the truck firing at the man's feet. She hit him with six rounds in the left ankle and three in the right as she switched back to the Assault Rifle. Paul, meanwhile, went around the side of their house and caught one of them in the side with ten rounds in the right ribcage. Another came out from cover discharging a 12 gaughe but he had already dropped to a prone position and he let off another burst striking the man in the throat and watched his jowels get ripped open by the 5.56.

They were also being fired upon from the front porch and Paul retreated into the tall grass as they fired upon them and he sprouted back up Guerilla Warfare style at a different spot and he fired a headshot striking a fat red haired redneck with a thick beard wearing red flannel in the face. Ivan also began to stay in the tall grass but he did so picking off the O'Neil's at a distance with the SVD. He hit one in the right eye with a clean shot. Another was coming, a fat man in a Blaine County radio t shirt and a confederate flag trucker cap. Ivan aimed at his heart and fired saying, "Sendetary imperialist lifestyle leads to coronary."

Neto and Mai got inside the house and began sweeping the place up. Mai fired her 500 striking a man in the face and blew his brains and skull all over an empty E Cola bottle.

Four O'Neill shooters were trying to pin down Ivan and one did hit him in the left lef with a single round as a scrawny tan white guy with no shirt and only black jeans fired an MP5. Paul wasted no time getting to the grenade launcher. He fired and sent the four men flying as the blast dismembered all four men and one man's left leg actually got blasted into a part of his friends right leg. Looking at the four of them, with one of them having his entrails hanging out while another had his head separated from his body and had half of his skull open and brain exposed while the two friends next to them were on fire and lay mangled with their arms and legs blasted off and in disorder, it looked almost like how a bratty boy destroyed his sister's dolls by pulling the heads and arms and legs off and then sticking them in the sockets of another toy only it was much bloodier.

Ivan saw a redneck coming up behind Mai and he fired a shot striking the man in the left side of the neck and instead of a bullet hitting her, her potential killer's blood sprayed all over her face. "On your right!" Ivan said. "I forgot to say..."

"Thanks Ivan. But next time warn me! I liked this jacket..."

Paul took fire from behind and he ducked to the grass and Mai yelled, "Hostiles at 9'clock!" She fired her M4A1 emptying the remaining rounds into the four men. She had come back outside to check up on them but Neto was still inside the O'Neill's home painting the place red. "Jesus!" He cried. "I thought the barrio I grew up in was shitty but look at this fucking house there are walls missing! Animales! How can they live like this?!"

Neto got inside the truck and tethered it to the tanker. "Let's go!" He cried out. Paul, Ivan and Mai covered him. Trevor spoke up, "You got it? Bring it in quick or don't bring it at all! Oh yeah I forgot to mention meth juice can be pretty flamable. Try not to let them shoot the tanker too much. But hey it's your flaming carcass not mine."

Paul got back into the car as did Mai and Ivan, who was not walking well after a bullet to the leg. They began to drive out of there. Ivan and Mai covered Neto while Paul drove. "You aint done yet, my friends. They'll keep sendin people till loss of life outweighs reward."

Sure enough, an O'Neill brother on a quad came after them firing an MP5 but Paul floored it and rammed him off. Soon a Bobcat full of meth dealer was on them next. Mai switched to fully automatic as she reloaded and she struck two men, the first in both eyes and the second in the chest and he fell from the truck as it sped 65 mph. A dark red Rebel pulled in front spraying the bulletproof car up with rounds and one round did graze Mai in her left shoulder and another did her elbow. "Ahhh!" She returned fire and struck the driver of the Rebel and she sprayed up the shooter in the front seat as well with sixteen rounds going through the back of the truck going through the seat and into his back.

Mai screamed in Hmong this time instead of Vietnamese, "Weazel News yog hais txog poob ib tug loj ib feem ntawm lawv cov tseem ceeb haiv nee!"

(Weazel News is about to lose a big part of their key demographic!)

She saw another truckload of rednecks coming and she emptied the magazine. "COME ON YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! I'M A LIBERAL WITH A GUN!" She struck the two of them them in the side.

They followed Neto up East Joshua Road and it was getting dark. Ivan turned to Paul, "Do you mind if I borrow this?" He asked referring to the grenade launcher. "Go for it. Fry us up some french fried pertators...mmm..." He said putting on a fake but convincing Louisiana accent. "That's pretty dark, Paul," Mai said referring to the fact that he had just referred to the rednecks as potatoes, a common insult for those with down syndrome so it was retard bashing. "Yeah but I'm an aspie. I was in aBD class in Bohan and trust me the special ed class there sucks. So I can make that joe. You fucking normies can't!"

Mai laughed at that. Ivan fired the grenade launcher and obliterated the last two truckloads of rednecks and kicked up a blast that was heard for miles. Paul saw at least one man's head bounce after flying about fifty feet. "Nice distance!" Paul said slapping hands with Ivan.

They finally pulled up to the spot and Chef greeted them. "Bravo. You didn't blow yourselves up. How about that?" Neto shrugged, "Well now that you're standing next to it I could go for a cigarette, how about you, Cucuy?" He asked addressing the Russian. "Much as I'd like to leave the O'Neill's tanker sitting there I'm to empty it quick and sell it for scrap. Okay...we're good. Get lost. I'll dump the rig. Bye! Go! Go go!" He hooked up a hose to the tanker.

Neto

2014

The situation on the news with the ICE facility and the United Liberty Building was all over. It was the talk of the town everywhere from the suburbs to the barrio. He actually found it amusing that they didn't tell any coverup lie for the ICE facility other than that they suspected it was cartel which was what they wanted them to think but they did with the United Liberty building. Of course, though Neto didn't know for sure Ivan had done that, he was pretty sure he had.

Now he was standing in Blaine County meeting with Tincho and Chivo. "Alright, so you know what to do, right?" Tincho nodded. "I got some help along for this too. Local guys I work with from different rez's in my state."

There were several Native Americans with them. Four men and three women. The first was a man of about six foot three, a full blooded Navajo. He had short black hair and small brown eyes and he wore a white t shirt and blue jeans dressed casually. "That right there? That's Will Yahzee. Will was in the army got most of his training done but he got a dishonorable discharge from Fort Baxter. Which is fine cause he still kept his skills sharp."

"How are you with a Rifle?" Asked Neto. "I'm at least as good as that guy with the Sniper Rifle that shot up that college back in '66. But I haven't been caught," Answered Will.

The next person was a short but somewhat curvy woman of Apache descent with dark brown skin, jet black hair, big brown eyes and small but cute lips. She was Mescalero Apache and stood at five foot five. "That's Raven. Sneakiest rez girl ever. You know how they say you can't really sneak up on an Indian? Well that's mostly true except she could. Takes one to know one,"

The next of them was a Native man of Languna Pueblo descent who was half black. He had dark brown skin and somewhat wavy hair his features were mostly Native but he had his father's eyes and not the slightly slanted eyes more typical of a South Western Native. He also stood taller than most Pueblos as he was five eleven. His father had been some musician and his mom had been a typical drunk and was known to be somewhat of a slut. She had run off with different men and there was really no tellling what man she was with now. They had abandoned him when he was a child and he had been raised by his aunt, his mother's sister who had told her sister that if she left, to never come back.

His name was Tayo. "Tayo served in Operation 'Iraqi Freedom' got twenty confirmed kills. He's good to have on our side."

The next was a Pima woman of about five four she was very dark skinned even darker than Tayo. Her hair was dark brown and she wore a turquoise necklace and a white blouse and gray jeans. "That's my friend, Victoria. She's with the rez police but she helps me out here and there..."

"That's Cheyenne..." Tincho said introducing a light brown skinned woman of about 5'9 wearing blue jeans, a red belt, and a brown midriff top revealing a round circular navel and she had a brown tribal headband on. Her hair was in braids. "She's one of the best hackers in Eastern San Andreas..." Said Tincho. She was of Southern Paiute ancestry. Her brother was there, a man two inches taller with light brown skin and long black hair wearing a greenish gray t shirt and blue jeans. "That's Anthony. Cheyenne and Anthony Arroyo. He's not anything special as far as military skills but he's good with his fists and a gun. Good with smuggling cigarettes."

The last man was half Zuni Indian and half Chinese. He mostly had Native features too and had long wavy black hair and wore a red and white plaid shirt and blue denim jeans. He was about five seven. He had dark brown skin but his eyes resembled his Chinese mother more and his height definitely did all though Pueblo tribes were never a tall tribe to begin with either. "And this scrawny son of a bitch," Tincho said, "Is Tommy Littledeer. He's a pilot flies some things here and there when I need it."

Chivo finally spoke up too stating, "I'll be having some comaradas meet us down there in New Arcadia. We won't make our presence completely known until it's time."

Neto nodded. "Good. Cause that fucker Lee messed with our phones just to get one over on me now I'm gonna fuck with them. I had Lester hack into these phones and shit...I been listening to everything they've said. They're planning on going straight. Whether that's true or not, I don't know but we should take advantage of the turmoil they got there. But we gotta be careful that none of them knows it's Raza just yet or they might target Ernesto's familia...we gotta make it look like it's all the parties already involved there...now how good are you all at hitting somebody and then vanishing?"

"It'd be like we were never there," Replied Victoria. "Just like the old days. I may have a friend or two on the reservation police force in Lincoln Parish. Met em at the All Nations Pow Wow. They're tired of the crime happening on and around their land and I personally was told they wouldn't do anything to stop us if we go out there. We know the layout of the land."

Tincho looked at Neto. "You gonna get that Creek and Lakota dude in on this?" Neto shook his head. "For now? No. As much as I'd like to they still gotta live down there. Besides, this fuckin chino came to our neighborhood and started some shit...and maybe it's based on some of what I had my guy do to one of their boys. That's probably why. So they got a truce with Ernesto and all them but they fucked up getting every clique around trying to get us."

Chivo nodded. "Plus those chavalas got me and Martin deported when we're US citizens. We won that lawsuit by the way. Heavy payoff and if we get this done right I'll be paying you out of our settlement."

"It's all thanks to him," Victoria said looking at Martin. "He may have had a record before but it got expunged he went straight got a job. They can't prove he did anything illegal down in Loiusiana but they deported him just for who he was around so they won half a million dollars over six months ago."

"How much of it have you spent?" Asked Neto. "Not a dime...yet..."Tin stated. "The brothers inside want me to probably use some of it to invest but for now they said to hold onto it. They wanted me to hold onto at least 40 k and that much I can do."

Tommy loaded his Rifle up. "Alright, we better get on the road then, enit?" Chivo nodded. "I got a plane that'll pick us up."

Neto looked at the half Asian half Zuni man and said, "Yeah...he'll do just fine...but if we're gonna pull off what I need you all to pull off we gotta lose the hair for this one, vato..."

"Why me?"

Neto told him, "You'll see..."

Three Days Later

New Arcadia

They pulled up to the Vietnamese neighborhood in New Arcadia. It was yet another place the Vietnamese mob owned. This place was a laundromat where they washed their money. On Saturday nights, there was poker nights. Neto had done some recon through soldiers of his. Tommy had a gray rag over the bottom and top half of his face. Neto had also taught him at least one phrase to say in Hmong that he had been taught by Mai and that he would now say to his enemies.

He had an Itchaca 37 while Raven carried an Uzi. They both had on gray rags and Hip Hop style clothing. They also had a silver Hakumai with spoiler on the back. They burst into the laundrymat. "Everybody on the fuckin floor!" Screamed Raven. The female and male patrons, mostly Asian immigrants ducked down in fear. They then kicked in the door to the back room. There was indeed the poker game.

An Asian male named Sonny held his hands up. "Do you know who you're fucking with?!" He demanded. "What kind of fucking parasite would rob us when we protect this neighborhood?"

"Maybe that's our role from now on. Destined to Destroy? More like Destined To Die," With that, Tommy fired his shotgun into one of the man's bodyguards and Raven fired the Uzi into his other bodyguard before the man could reach for the pistol in his waist band. Tommy fired again striking another card player in the stomach and he hit the next in the face with the shotgun barrel and then pressed it to Sonny's head. "Get your ass up. We're going foe a ride."

"This is a big fucking mistake! The wards and the Apostles and the rednecks are the ones giving us problems!" Tommy, trying to sound as much like aTiny Psycho as possible, said, "Yeah and we'll take care of them too but your business is finna be ours after this is over."

Another Vietnamese gangter, the one he had shotgun whipped emerged and took one shot at them but missed and Raven let him have it. A seven round burst to the chest silenced him forever. She yelled the phrase Neto had said to the to remember. "Bất cứ ai làm kinh doanh với họ sẽ kết thúc trên shitlist của chúng tôi!"

(Anybody that does business with them will end up on our shitlist!)

Tommy, himself, also able to speak some Mandarin with the right accent due to his mother, yelled at a Chinese female immigrant, "Rúguǒ rènhé nǐ mà de gàosù jǐngchá shìqíng, wǒmen jiāng dǎdǎo nǐ shāo zhège dìfāng!"

(If any of you bitches tell the cops anything we'll burn this place down with you in it!)

They brought him out to the car and duct taped his mouth and tied his hands up. They began to drive out of the city while the patrons called 911 after the two SW Natives left. They blasted the song All My Hmong Motherfuckers by Buddha. This was so that Sonny could hear nothing.

Tommy looked at Raven. "Do you think this is gonna work?" He asked as they left the city. "Why not?" She asked. "Everybody except Natives and Asians think we came from them but we look enough alike around the eyes. Let's have it work for us for once."

They reached the swamp at night. Unbeknowst to them, Sonny had managed to get his hands untied and was trying to fight his way out of the trunk. As the two rolled the car into the swamp where they could already seen the mean green bastards swimming, he kicked the trunk door out just as it went into the water. He held his breath. The two who had kidnapped him were gone. He surfaced in time to see the man who had the shotgun running from the back but didn't see much aside from that.

Before he could go and pursue them, he looked and saw an alligator coming towards him. "Fuck!"

Two Days Later

Marcus Roman found himself meeting with an older black male a dark skinned OG from the 2nd ward of 50 years. He brought him his cut. His name was Leonard Anderson. He had done eight years in Sudan. Mark had liked him and he had seen him around way as a kid sometimes he had bought him something to eat when Maurice and his mother had left him in the house without food. He just hadn't seen old dude since before the hurricane. Still, he looked at him as like a uncle figure. Or at least he had in the past. Now he was estranged but he still liked him. "How you doing young blood?"

"It's all good. Look at you, big dog you looking good. When you get out?"

"Just got my date last month. Not really supposed to associate with felons and all that noise but a man's gotta make his living you know?"

"Well you don't gotta worry about shit from me, Leonard you and ne gi back matter of fact you aint even need to bring me this cut, we straight."

"I know you got the young bucks on that. I just had to come see for myself. All this time you been ripping and running. Dockington, the wards, New Austin. Now I hear you going legit. Is that for real?"

"Yeah. Real as it gets. Got some finishing touches but hell yeah. We've lost too much."

"I hear that, man. This game will do that to you. I'm thinking of retiring myself. I aint probably gonna live long enough to cash any social security check...doubt if I even got anything in there no savings...but I don't got too much more of this in me either."

"Hey, if you want I can hook you up with a job at our new spot we're going legit. I got you. You looked out for me when my family didn't."

"I tried when I could...when I was home and not in the Parish Jail that is...just aint right...look me and your pops go way back. He aint perfect but aint nobody all the way bad..."

"Be that as it may I hate him. And I don't care what happens after this happens..."

He noticed a black man in a black tracksuit nearby of about thirty five. "That's your guard?" Leonard nodded. "Yup. The way things are with the Apostles doing what they do, I aint looking to stay around no more. You know that motherfucker Doom tried to offer me some money to turn on ya'll? I wouldn't do it...I'd never throw ya'll under like that. But you know. they foul so you never know...I get tired of it mostly..." He gave him the money and then said, "I don't think I can do any kind of job like hat you got going but maybe I'll get back to you. My back aint what it used to be..."

Just then a shot rang out and the tall and overweight old black man was shot through the heart. He fell over on the park bench his mouth dropping open."Leonard!" Mark cried out. A shot whizzed past his head. Snipers! He realized. The bodyguard went for his piece and he caught a shot in the forehead and his brains were blown all over the pavement. Mark ducked behind the bench and veered to cover behind a statue of a confederate soldier. The shots seemed to almost hit him. "Bitch ass Apostles..." He breathed. He saw a building and a figure in them. He didn't see what they looked like but he knew that area was in a blind spot camera wise. He ran across the street to see if he could get to where it was.

He withdrew his sidearm looking. Whoever it was was gone. He asked a dark sknnned African American lady, "Yo, did you see anybody by here? Anybody looking like they didn't belong?" She shook her head. "Nah, I aint seen nobody..."

He cursed under his breath running back to the deceased OG. He tried to decide if he should beat it out of there or go back and wait for the NAPD and give a statement.

3 Days Later

Tincho, Chivo, Cheyenne, Anthony, Victoria and Tayo arrived at a deal going down between the Dixie Mob and some members of the Aryan Vanguard in a small town they had already forgotten the name of but remembered the directions to since it was on their GPS. One of the AV members was also affiliated with the white supremacist group AWA as he had protected several of their members when they had been inside. Right now, they were moving a truck load of Oxy Cotton. The AV gang leader, a white guy with a shaved head a red mustache and mean brown eyes started talking to one of the Dixie mob members. "Listen, I'm gonna need some more of shit shit...I got some friends out in Kentucky and some friends in Tennessee that would be willing to pay top dollar for this shit..."

All of the Natives had on camoflauge bandannas over their faces. They each had M4's. With that, Tincho fired a ten round burst from behind his tree striking a Dixie mob member with a bald head and a white dirty sweater and ripped blue jeans. He hit him in the back and three rounds hit his spine. Chivo also let off a burst and struck one of the AV members, a man with long blonde hair and a beard that made him look like a Viking, in the forehead, the left cheek and the right eyeball.

"Son of a bitch! We're getting hit!" Cried the AV leader as he withdrew his Glock 18 from his pants returning fire at Tincho. Tayo emerged from the shadows grabbing him from behind and snapped his neck. Cheyenne made short work of the last AV member. The others opened fire and took out the last of the dixie mob guys.

Anthonty had shot one and intentionally made it non fatal but the man did not know that. He played dead. He lay with four bullet wounds in his ass and three in his left leg and one in his back. He was an overweight Caucasian male with greasy brown hair, and violet eyes and thick facial hair he wore a white wife beater too small for him and blue jeans with cowboy boots. "Come on, ya'll! We gotta get this shit outta here!" Said Tayo trying his best to sound like his father laying on the Ebonics accent of a southern black male. After all, though his features were more Native than black, to an uneducated southener his skin would be seen as black even if his hair wasn't rather than a dark Indkian since most expected Natives to be darker than whites and lighter than blacks but never closer to one of the shades than the other on either side of the spectrum.

They got into the Mule and began to take off. "F...fucking..." He coughed up blood. "Niggers and chinks...bastards..." He vowed that if he survived they would both pay. It had started out aw war between whites blacks and Asians and now the blacks and Asians were working together? He tried to crawl as fast as he could.

Meanwhile

Ivan was having a painful recovery as they laid low in Alderney City. It had been several weeks since his near death experience against Marco. Just then, Vasily came into the room in a panic readying his pistol. "Shit...I am sorry to say, comrade they have found us. Some Alderney Trinity's found where we are hiding out and they're trying to make their way into the building. We have to get you out. It's not safe here..."

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That's all for this chapter. So Tincho and Chivo are back at it. Basically, since Lee ran a thing that fooled Neto for a bit and he now knows Lee screwed him over in the time around those last 2 months of the 6 months we talked about so he sent Tincho and Chivo and some rez people to do some damage and pull a fast one.

Basically the half Asian guy pretended to be Asian and a Tiny Psycho and hit Sonny. No Sonny is not dread he is not my OC i just gave him a close shave as far as how he will survive the alligator that will be up to Zilla i obviously won't kill him it's just something to turn up the heat on an already going on war with the city of New Arcadia and since Neto is gonna be pretty preoccupied for a bit until he returns to NA, with Marabunta for killng Demon (He thinks Pinto did it when really El Sol did but I intended to have it be that El Sol is a friend of his all though not as evil as Pinto since Pinto is a rapist too) and I don't know what Zilla has in store for when Neto is in NA he said he'll have a close call he'll have to get out of.

And I'm fine writing out the drawbacks of the wars and plus all the gang members that hit up the Rancho Aztecas because of Lee they still will have problems back in LS it's just that now he at least knows what the problem was and who started it but he had Lester fix it and yeah I had Neto listening in on them I don't mind if they somehow find that they are being listened in on just so long as it doesn't get traced back to Lester or Neto yet (Maybe they blame the Apostles?) but just that they can be aware they were spied on the only reason I did that is that I want Neto to find out Mark is planning to retire. It's not so much that he plans to sabotage his business plan at all he doesn't care about that and he'd sooner kill Mark than do anything to his plan it's just he thinks Mark isn't for real about going legit.

As far as Leonard i admit he's just fodder oc for the sniper attack and I had the SW guys shoot him and his guard because as Zilla mentioned Chicago gangs are known for Sniping and they have tried all kinds of tactics on Mark before. It's not so much that I want to make this more difficult for Mark on Zillas part and if it's a ptoblem i can edit shit but what it s is it's like him and I are in a game of chess except it's writring so he'll write out a plot for me in his story and I'll do the same and if he writes a cataclysm like what he had Lee do with the hack, that gives me a chance to write out how it will play out and how Neto can deal with it.

And vice versa I would be curious to see how New Arcadias various gangs are going to react to this. And to be realistic as far as having US Natives from AZ and NM that Tincho is cool with yeah a couple of them had to be mixed. Though SW has the most pure bloods and as far as Tayo he is based on a character from this story called Ceremony his character has the same name about a WWII Veteran who is Mexican, Laguna Indian and white and he fights the Japanese gets PTSD and needs ceremony to heal because you see it's believed that our warriors back in the day did not have PTSD because we wrnt through spiritual ceremonies and cleansing after killing which is considered an unclean act even if you are from a warrior tribe like say, the Apache it's still unclean someone else's blood so purification has to happen.

Anyway, Tayo's mother in the book still did what Tayo in this did too except she did it with random men the black dude wasn't his dad but just a jazz musician one among men of men of different races his mom fucked around with. For that reason though, in this them abandoning him he hates both parents but loves his aunt.

I can't remember if Zilla said they had Raskals down there too i think he did so if they do that would be interesting to see Asian fighting Asian and besides, if Lee or whoever has to go all the way to San Andreas to retaliate, this time they could hit up the Psychos. Caupse the Aztecas have been hit pretty hard on my end so they need some breathing room plus in future chapters including next I will have more established west coast Psychos and there wll be more Da Nang Boyz too I will build on their characters more i kno I have been putting them in tyhe back seat not anymore it used to be Packie's story i was doing that with if you remember.

As for Neto and Nata's mini lemon I was told aside from that previos lemon we haven't seen much of her and I figured I should have her more prominent in this chapter and in another lemon. If you want to know what dirty talk they were saying to each other in Spanish I recommend google translate.

As for the priests sermon at his son's funeral, I wanted to have an interesting sermon about that subject because at the church I was raised in they said if you die before baptism you're in hell they didn't even really say at what point the cutoff age was for when you are accountable and that's kind of what that priest was saying a child is innocent until he is of an age of accountability kind of similar to how Jews view you as a man when you're 13.

As for what I had happen with Neto and the Lost and the Families and Trevor, I wanted to show consequences for the hits and robberies in the Series A mission and i also wajnted to show more backstory to the pre GTA V instandes of Trevor fucking Ashley because I get the feeling maybe initially before he was weaker on meth Johnny would have been more hostile about it if he had warned Trevor more than once so I wanted to have them fight.

As for the name of this chapter it's because it deals with the deceptive aspect of the art of war not only in a leader deceiving his enemies but also keeping his own men in the dark about something for the sake of an objective. I forget what chapter that is I need to read that book again.

Also the San Ernesto church is based on the Sam Miguel Catholic church in Watts. You know that actually makes me think too because you think about hood flicks in the 90's like Boyz N The Hood and Menace II Society and how most blacks are basically Baptist I read somewhere it' like Baptist then Jehovah's Witness then the denomination I was rided in which is Church Of Christ (Not to be confused with Latter Day Saints IE Mormons) and you know that scene where they show the Ese's in Menace II Society they show a cross and you gotta figure it's a brown part of Watts but my thing is you gotta figure most churches in South Central at the time were Baptist or some other kind of protestant like maybe AME or something like that but then now it's gotta be Catholic so it makes you wonder what happened to the old churches they can't all be gone plus that church that those Florencia guys converted to in gangland was not Catholic.

I mean Mexicans are mostly Catholic and as for American Indians we're pretty split down the middle. (I could get into the fact that the churches actually made a deal with each other that one church would get rights to conversions of one tribe or one trrez and then another church would another all though if you do want me to explain how that works, I will) but honestly I can see there being more Mexican protestants than black Catholics at least not U.S. blacks. Which is weird that in Boyz N The Hood, Brandi is Catholic. I mean I had a teacher that grew up in the cxivil rights movement and he was Catholic but that too was an anomaly.

Haitians and Africans and black Latins, then yeah cause those countries are Catholic. But that;s there.

As for the scene where Neto gets shot in the ass that is lightly inspired by the scene when Marvin gets shot in the ass on Weeds. And as for Cheyenne and Anthony they're both visually based on by features and clothes wise, based on the two Native American pedestrians you can find out in Bone of course you know being the navel fetishist i am i put her in the same outfit but you know seeing as i prefer oval or navettte shaped i sometimes overlook the circles and cat eyes i like them too j just havent written them in description in the stories but I suppose ii can. lol.

And as fot the male Native pedestrian if you actually listen to his various dialogue in SA he is pretty funny kinda like the black guy in the orange jersey that was originally su[pposed to be an Orange Grove Family member (Can you say Hoover?) but then the same is true for the Sons Of Samoa there's a ped with an Afro and an SOS tattoo on his stomach. Honestly some of the peestrians in that game made me wonder what their story is cause they're morepecuilar than Vice City or 3. Plus that blonde pedestrian CJ hits on in Just Business is based on Sharon Stone in Basic Instincts (God i hate that movie)

In the next chapter or maybe the one after that though, after the Series A Heists are over but just before the events of Mr. Phillips in GT V, the Aztecas and tyhe Lost MC will have a street brawl with each other when they at least realize that even if they don't know Trevor was the one who hired the crew to jack them they'll find out Neto was one of the four. Obviously for their troubles the Rancho set and Blaine County set of Aztecas are getting 25 g's each for this plus another 25 to Onda. Luckily for Neto, the payoff he keeps making from these preparation missions, he has't spent much of it so he'll be good for that.

As for Mark and co. and how they view outside gangs, that actually could lead to an interesting conversation down the line that Neto could ask as far as how he views Sunbelt guys claiming the 3rd ward. Granted there actually is a 3rd ward in Houston but it's not the same as New Orleans and the bigger point is that people in Houston claiming Gotti Boyz is the same as any other gang where the gang moves to another city he'd basically ask how is that any different and he'd want to know either A, how he figures that 3rd ward isn't becoming a name brand and if he doesn't care about the Roman Boyz as an empire he'd say how is BSU different seeing as he joined them and that' a waston gang.

Basically ask that what if the Roman Boyz became as fashionable as Ballas and Families since it's weasy to hate the out of town gang when it's not your hometown gang that has spread everywhere could almost probably write story of itself based on your stuff with Mark and what he did in New Austin or at least show from the Roman Boyz perspective being in Sunbelt/Houston how it was fighting MS and Bloods.

I should also mention El Cabello (The Horse) from New Onda will be back too making a move in Arizona. All though they made their move this was meant to be a firm of urban warfare guerilla tactics so after they already hit they're gonna lay low but stay in the ara off the radar until Neto reenters. Kinda like the Apostles did with waiting until they invaded only the difference is, Neto's more doing this for settling a score. The Apostles actually want the city. I also am wondering how it will even work as far as Mark when he will finally decide to not try and kill Neto anymore like what it will take cause obviously they wuill have combined interests later and itll never be ok that he killed Victor and Miller but I'm wondering as a writer how they will get past that. And it's not like Mark hasn't killed tons on the Azteca side too.

The gunfight they had over the Rose district and the Irish Point was a bloodbath. I want to say how I basically interpret this since Zilla as a reader views Miguel as somebody who acts like somebody who feels he has something to prove (Even beyond the point of needing to? Like for instance he's already onda already accepted) and that's either how it came off as i put it out as a writer or that's his own interpretation of it which the writer does not control. Or it was both. But since it is up to the viewer how you can interpret some things, I thought I'd give my own take on how the Aztecas and co. battled Mark and the others.

As we've talked about for the size of Raza being what it is down there it wasnt a bad effort but sometimes no matter how much you kill the odds are stacked against you. And I view the Aztecas and Brown Pride and their fight and loss of the barrios as being kind of like a Thermapolyze or maybe the Seige Of Masada. That's basically how I see it. You're killing but you still end up dying or losing.

It's kinda like with my own people's history in the United States. I can pinpooint at what point in history we could have probably still won the war with the united states. The Revolutionary WQar and 1812 we still had a chance. Many states were largely unsettled until avbout the mid 18000's but by the time you get to the battle of little bighorn or Geronimo's days if fighting, even if Apaches were better fighters than Americans, there was still like 3/4 of a country already stolen with just a few states in the west still unconquered so that's what it boils down to. Idk regarding Zilla's gunfight in that instance do you think it's more like Thermaolye or Masada?

By the way Neto doesn't say that Mark isn't capable of going legit. He just thinks it's the same as any other gangster wanting to do it and he'd think that even if other gangs couldn't stop him the law would. Pretty much most of New Arcadia must know the Roman Boyz to a point. His name is at least as known as Tony Soprano in Jersey. If he told a random guy take your hat off in a restaurant like Tony does, he'd probably do it out of fear.

Anyway, thats all for now hope you enjoyed. I need to get back to writing Ballad too because I got some ideas and i am stilll working on the next chapter of Waston where Ali will have woken up after months of recovering frm gunshot wounds plus the gangs will get together to try and find out what happened regardig that robbery at the docks. Later.