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.

55. No Fixing This

2013

Neto

Maybe Six Feet aint So Far Down

He was on his way to Cypress Flats but he had to make a stop along the way. A light skinned Chicano man with a buzz cut wearing a Pounders cap over his hair who was overweight waited for him. He also saw Lil Maniaco. "Hey, you're Neto right? Como esta.."

"Firme...You look old enough to be OG. What's Demon doing sending you out on the calles with me? And what's Lil Maniaco doing here it's strictly from our neighborhood."

"Chale, homes. My primo is from Cypress Flats and he's the shot caller for the Aztecas out there. They're at war with ESV and they got problems with TPG and and the Da Nang Boys but we decide it'd be better if we squashed it and fought those lames together."

"I guess...but what's Lil Maniaco doing out here?"

"Hey, I had your back against the Lost, dog. I should be able to come out with you."

"He's right, carnal. He's always representing us on wax too. This vato spits bars. But he's also down for the hood."

"He did have my back but me and the OG's did most of the heavy lifting out there, man. Whatever. Get in..."

They got in and began to drive to Cypres Flats the rest of the way. They got there in less than an hour and they pulled up the front of a yard where El Pavo smoked a cigarette watching them and he had a few gang members next to hum. Including a few females. The first was a Chicana with curly brown hair and light skin. Because she was light skinned vatos called her Palomita. White Dove. Her eyes were honey colored. The truth was, she was a half breed but she looked more Chicana than white.

Next was a Chicana with wavy almost curly brown hair wearing a black wife beater and dark blue khakis. She had light but almost medium brown skin and her lips were painted dark red. She was known as La Orquídea. She stood at five foot five. The next chola was nicknamed Rojita and she had her hair dyed red. Her skin was dark, however and she was a babe as well. She was the darkest skinned out of the rest of them and she wore overalls with suspenders over a white wife beater. Part of her stomach, sides and back was exposed but also covered by the overalls. On her right arm was the tattoo PK for Psycho Killer.

Lastly was a bald Chicano. He was a high ranking Vago with medium brown skin and a goatee wearing a yellow plaid t shirt and black dickies. He looked to be in his late 20's or early 30's. Even though Pavo was meant to be the shot caller of this varrio but this man had an air of authority to him. El Pavo introduced him. "This is Montoya Carlos. His brother is Edgar Carlos."

After introductions were made another car, a teal Glendale pulled up and four men got out. The driver was a dark skinned pelon in a black t shirt and blue jeans with sunglasses on. "Sombra!" Greeted Helgada slapping hands and hugging his much thinner cousin. "Que pasa, primo..." With him were three other gang bangers the first wore a light blue plaid shirt over a white t and dark brown jeans plus a bandanna matching the color of his plaid button up. The next was a cholo not wearing colors who wore a white T shirt and a silver Pounders cap on backwards. He stood five nine and was muscular. The third was a man wearing a black t shirt and baggy blue jeans. He stood at five six and had dark brown skin with the number eighteen carved into the back of his head. "Orale..." Pavo said stomping out the frajo. "We've had some problems in the neighborhood. With each other. A lot. But we've also had problems with Marabunta. Those fuckers always try and encroach on our varrio."

"Si mon..." Palomita said. "Plus those putos from Covenant, Crystal Heights..."

"The Sons...the Toilet Paper's, the Da Nang Bitches..." Added Rojita.

"La verdad es que la raza podría tomar fácilmente todas estas perras y ni siquiera necesitamos unirnos. Los superamos en número en las calles y las cárceles," Sombra stated.

(Truth is, la raza could easily take all these bitches on and we don't even need to unite. We outnumber them in the streets and the prisons.)

"True but we ride in the same car with Mara Cucas in the pen..." Pavo said. "That shit doesn't matter out here..." Sombra said in an annoyed tone. "Out here those fuckers are enemigos por vida. Even if you and me work something out here? I'll never be cool with those cowards."

"Then keep la raza out of your mouth, cousin..." Helgada said and this earned stares from the East Side Vagos as well as the Cypress Flats Aztecas. Helgada emphasized his point with a shrug. "I mean if you're gonna say la raza but then say we aint uniting with them, then don't even bring it up."

"Hey I said we don't need to unite and we could still win. But even if we do here they aint at the table so they don't matter. This shit is about the chinos and the Samoans, homes. Stay focused."

"It would go easier if we did though..." Lil Maniaco said. "Aztecas from Flats and Los Santos varrios plus the Vagos? This is what we should have stayed doing in the 90's."

"Who invited the llanta wannabe, homes?" Asked one of the Vagos. "This aint a fuckin cypher, fool. This is for real men. Real gangsters not studio gangsters."

Pavo told him, "Calmatate, wey. We're just talking here perro..."

"You wanna make this shit personal, ese? We can go right now..." Lil Maniaco growled.

"Not in my neighborhood, eh..." Pavo warned. "This shit is already bad enough without a bunch of drama. And as for the Mara Cucas they should be here I tried to call them but I got no answer. We had that meeting earlier this year with Madrazo and Guzman so we should have been able to solve it then and there but then I see them being cool with the Lost..."

Rojita started to say, "That reminds me, they killed Ortega didn't they? Trevor Phillips. Now you have just as much reason to go against him as we do. We could have told you that motherfucker was shady from the start."

Montoya nodded. "I hear rumors. People saying how he was behind us getting ripped off. Some have even said you were helping him do it..." He stared hard at Neto. "You got something you want to ask me?" Neto demanded. He held out his arms. "You tell me. You want a truce? Let's clear the air."

"Yeah...I was behind it. I helped him do it. I'm not giving up the other three who were with me. You can kill me here...or you can TRY. But before you think about it just remember this. Vatos in LS County pushed Ortega out of his own hood some years back. It's good in terms of getting a foothold in Blaine but lives were still lost, homes. So you can consider that payback. You;ve been pushing us around longer. Now you may not respect these vatos but you dont want me for an enemy either."

"If you want us to be friends then you need to help us get the feria back from that old piece of shit. Either that or get our fuckin molly back."

"Yeah as a matter of fact..." Neto looked to see a dark skinned Vago. He was an inch or so taller than Neto and he looked to be fully Indigenous. He had a mixture of a round and an oval face average sized lips and jet black hair tied in a ponytail. He wore a yellow and black plaid shirt and beige khakis. "I want to know what the Aztecas out there want to do about that shit? Cause so far all I heard was he killed Ortega, they green lit him and they tried to get him and nobody's tried again since then. ¿Qué ha hecho The Camello para vengarse de su familia? ¿Que tienes? Esa es tu carnal, ¿verdad?"

(What has The Camel done to get revenge for his family? What have you? That's your carnal, right?)

"Who the fuck is this?!" Demanded Neto. "They call me El Culebra. You might be king in Chiapas but this is Los Santos. People fear El Pavo and El Culebra around here."

"He's the man that gets shit done..." El Pavo stated. Neto demanded, "Are we gonna have a problem, homes?"

"Neto! Callete! Calm down!" Helgada warned. "Yeah...I got a problem. Even if we forget about all the Vagos that have died from your hands and all the Aztecas I've laid out, what kind of man doesn't go avenge his carnal? Better yet his cousin?"

" No sabes de lo que estás hablando. Yo y Camello golpearemos a Trevor cuando sea el momento. No vamos a la mitad amartillados," He looked at the tattoo on Culebra's arm as the Vago had removed the plaid shirt to reveal a white tank top almost as though he was ready to fist fight Neto. ""Esperaría que un sello lo supiera."

(You don't know what you're talking about. Me and Camello will hit Trevor when it's time. We're not going in half cocked. I would expect a Seal to know that.)

Culebra shook his head. "Chale. What do we even have to talk about? Obviously shit isn't being handled on your end in the desert..."

"I don't see you out there taking Mackenzie Field back from Phillips, ese..." Helgada pointed out. "That was a few months ago when Trevor took that out from you and jacked your plane. I was in Boilerbroke when that Russuian got busted out and I know it wasn't any Vago clique behind it. Not only did Trevor force you out, last I heard he bought it. That was your front in Blaine County, man!"

El Pavo told him, "Hey don't get it wrong homie, we're taking back the Field that shit is ours by right. But you';re the ones still out there and if you're not showing me nothing you're not showing the carnales in the pen nothing and if you aint showing them shit then I don't know what you're..."

He was cut off as a barrage of automatic rounds struck down two members of the East Side Vagos. "Fuck! The chinos are here!" Screamed Palomita. She had a Mac-10 and she returned fire but the Tiny Psychos were unloading at them with heavy artillery. "You motherfuckers better not ever think the Psychos are dying off around here!" Screamed a Cambodian gangster. "We're taking all you V Hole rats off the map!"

A pretty Chicana wearing a light blue and yellow checkered shirt buttoned up over a gray midriff top and brown khakis revealing a round navel, who had light brown skin black hair big brown eyes and blue eye shadow was hit with seven 7.62 rounds in the face. The rounds tore into her right eye and blew off her pretty little nose another went into her ear hole. As she hit the ground, El Pavo was discharging his Bertta 9mm like a madman. Several more carloads of Psychos pulled up and were shooting at everybody,. Neto ducked down to his own car and popped the trunk getting his Mondragón and he fired back and he hit one of the Psychos in the left shoulder.

"Para Aqui Los Vagos!" Screamed Culebra as he retrieved his M9 from his waistband. Neto noticed that at least a few of the Psychos were white. This was unusual. He knew they were mostly but not exclusively Asian but he thought he heard one of them with a Russian accent. "Do you think he had time to contemplate that you just killed him?" He saw that a cholo had just had his face blasted off from an AA-12.

"That better not be who I think it is!" Neto growled. "This is for the homie, Van motherfucker!" Yelled one of the Psychos.

Montoya yelled, "Van is not a name it's a fucking vehicle! Try again!" He yelled as he fired his MP5. He struck a Cambodian carrying a Handgun with a barrage of rounds. A fat Asian gang member fired striking two Vagos and one Vaga down with a Mac-10. "Now that's how you do back shots on a bitch!"

A chola with blondish brown hair and light brown skin wearing a brown and yellow checkered shirt and brown dickies came out firing two cuetes and she hit him 5 times in the head. "And that's how you give a facial, puto!" Neto was just about to laugh and congradulate her on the good comeback when she was struck down by a TPG female with a Type 81 Rifle. Neto fired at her but she got to cover. Neto aimed at a Psycho running across the street in a gray checkered shirt with a LC Swingers cap. He fired striking the man right in the heart as the Vagos and the Psychos yelled racial slurs at each other and traded other insults. Helgada was ducked behind Neto's car and he fired an AK-47 from cover and Lil Maniaco fired two Glock 19's rapidly striking two Psychos down.

"It's a good thing you're an underground rapper, ese!" Called Sombra as he was near him. "Otherwise somebody would snitch and ID you!"

Lil Maniaco replied to the fellow Azteca, "Any motherfucker that snitches on me is gonna have my boys knocking down their doors!" Sombra fired his Remington 1100 striking down a female Psychoa rather busty and bootyliscious looking Thai woman at about five feet tall. She had the kind of ass that would be perfect for a twerk competition. Lil Maniaco whistled. "Damn mija's kinda cute could have used her for one of my video girls, ese! You know I like to sample the goods and I aint tried a chinita yet. I been telling the homeboys they got ass too!"

Sombra had hit her in the back and she lay wounded coughing up blood. "They do.." He ai,med directly at her ghetto booty and pulled the trigger blasting her butt cheeks away ripping through the fat and muscle leaving an ugly red mass among burned ripped blue jeans and she screamed like a banshee and he said, "And now she doesn't."

Despite this short triumph, the Vagos had already taken sixteen casualties as Neto saw for sure it was Ivan as he opened fire on a Glendale. Montoyo managed to drop three of the TPG's but soon he was hit by Ivan. "Baba Yaga you motherfucker!" Neto yelled but Ivan didn't seem to hear him. The wounded high ranking Vago was at Ivan's mercy and Neto tried to come assist him but he was pinned down as the Asian chick with the Type 81 forced him to cover with sixteen rounds.

A TPG member came around trying to flank Neto but La Orquídea was watching out and she fired her Uzi into the man's back. Two more werte coming and Neto fired the turn of the century Rifle striking the next man in the bottom of his left cheek which then exploded out of his eye which was ripped as it tore out of the flesh and his eyelid was destroyed. The third TPG was hit in the knees as La Orquieda fired into both legs and Neto pressed the barrel of the Rifle into his mouth and pulled the trigger. The round exited the back of his skull and Neto got ready to save Montoya but as he came out from cover he saw several Asian gangsters open fire and the Carlos brother was torn apart by the rounds. "Shit..."

The female TPG members fired striking down another carload of Vagos killing four more. "Fuck, we can't even get backup!" Screamed Pavo with rage. "They caught us with our pants down! We may as well admit it!" Screamed Sombra. A few more carloads of TPG's arrived and began to fire at Neto forcing him, Helgada, Lil Maniaco and the others to cover. He was pissed that Ivan was getting away.

The first Azteca with Sombra fired his Mac-11 striking the driver of a silver Peyote driven by a TPG female. He hit her with eleven rounds in the throat and as she crashed the car he ran up to the passenger side and unloaded the rest of the thirty two round magazine into the passenger, a Vietnamese TPG member. The Azteca was then hit in the back with fourteen rounds as a TPG female who was of Blasian descent struck him with an AK-47. The fallen Azteca was avenged by his homie who in light of haviong empitied his own SMG had retrieved his sidearm a VP70. He fired striking the woman twice in the forehead only to be cut down by a burst of rtounds from a TPG member with a G36. "Fuck where did these putos get these cuetes?!" Screamed Rojita. "The Russians. Believe me, I'll be paying them a visit really fuckin soon!" Neto vowed.

The third Azteca with Sombra had picked up two Uzis and he rattled them emptying them into a dark blue Granger full of TPG members. He took a shot in the stomach himseelf as they fired but he managed to kill everybody in the SUV. He was wounded but not dead. A Psycho lay on the ground bleeding but alive. Neto approached with the Rifle aimed at him. The Asian gangster was face down in a pool ogf his own blood with seven rounds in his torso including one round that had gone through his right shoulder and out his back. "Who sent you? Did this shit come from your friends in prison?"

"I aint telling you shit, bitch!" Spat the gang member as blood poured down his chin and he lifted his blood stained jaw from the ground. "Psychos don't die...we multiply...this shit today? Is just the start...it's going on in your hood next..."

Helgada put a foot on his wounded shoulder and he screamed. "If that's what your plan was,you're a pendejo for telling us..."

"It doesn't matter...you don't got the firepower to stop us...we're gonna roll through...wipe out all the Vagos and Aztecas in the Southland...GSF almost did in the 90's..."

"Yeah and where are those lames now?!" Yelled Sombra. The gang member spat blood out. He coughed up blood. "You dumb asses...focusing on me...while my boys are getting away...they could go run a train on your bitches and you couldn't stop them..."

Neto noticed a few gang members had gotten into thr rides but Ivan hadnm't just yet but he was running to it. "Alright, puto. Any last words?"

"As long as my road dogs live, I live...they'll keep me in their hearts when they turn your projects into ash..."

Neto nodded. "Those are your last words? Well in the words of Pol Pot..." He pulled the trigger striking him in the jaw on the right side and blew out his molar and the round went through his cheek into his face and exited his right ear blowing out his ear drum.

Just then he turned and saw that the car he had arrived in was in flames. "FUCK!" One of the Psychos had tossed a Molotov into it but he didn't see which one. "GODDAMN IT! BITCH!" He roared.

They looked at the bullet ridden body of Montoya only for a moment. Neto screamed, "Get a car we're going after them!"

"I'm going with..." Lil Maniaco stated. "No! You get back to the varrio! Same with you, Helgada. I'm going after these fuckers..."

El Pavo readied his AK reloading and several Vago cars began to go after the fleeing TPG vehicles. Pavo and a couple more Vagos got into a vehicle and yelled, "Santa Muerte if you're rolling homie now's the time!"

"FLOOR THAT FUCKING SHIT! I KNOW THE PIECE OF SHIT RUSSIAN THAT SOLD THEM THE GUNS!" Meanwhile, the other Vagos and Vagas it seemed, as well as Sombra and the remaining Azteca soldado with him, decided to go and try and catch the Psycho in their own neighborhood just to make some noise and let it be known it wouldn't be unanswered. "Fucking Montoya..." Pavo growled. "What's so imporant about the Carlos family?"

"Edgar Carlos is a carnal. Outta Vespucci. And as for Montoya they were going to make him a carnal if he could get us all to stop the pedo between our neighborhoods and focus on hustling..."

"Well, I don't know if that shows strength in his leadership but when all else fails to unite somebody a common enemy will. Jesus, is this what you have to put up with all the time? Psychos and Da Nang Boys?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Por que?"

"We don't have these lame ass cliquas where I'm from, homes! We got Aztecas, Marabunta a shit load of cartels and a lot of crews that work for them that you never heard of. We don't got any fucking Tranny's, Ball Sacks, Toilet Paper's or Dung Stain's..."

"I know but then that's cause the population down there is different. So what you saying no mainline Vagos down there?"

"Yeah and no it's more of an umbrella term but really the places you'll mostly see that is cliques from LS that are affiliated with the border cartels. A lot of fuckers from San Dios neighborhoods are in TJ too. But it's not the same. There's a lot more pochos in regular Vago cliquas so they can't get deported like Azteca and Marabunta. Believe me, I'd rather have had you fuckers as my neighbor in Tapachula than Mara Cucas any day of the week."

Neto was handed an AK-74 that one of the deceased Vagos had been using to defend the neighborhood. "Those motherfuckers blew my car up! Now I gotta calls Mors Mutual! Hijo de puta!"

"Bro, your car is the least of our problems!" Pavo yelled. "Not really cause if I was driving we'd have caught these fuckers by now!" He fired out the window but then he saw two more SUV's gaining on them and they were both TPG Grangers. "The Vagos hood is ours, motherfucker! You thought you'd run us out? We're running you out!"

Neto yelled back, "I aint from here! You'd get shredded in Rancho!" He opened up hitting the driver, a man who appeared tall at least six feet and he had a silver and black Varsity jacket on plus a silver bandanna over his face. Neto hit him with sixteen rounds in the abdomen six in the chest and ten in the gut followed by four more in the face. Neto let the other three Psychos in the ride have it and he saw blood as each one was hit but didn't get to see to what extent as the SUV crashed. He aimed for the next SUV next firing at the front tires and they swerved and hit a stop sign knocking it from its position and it fell over and it went through the windshield as the SUV kept rolling. The stop sign went through the face of the passenger and the stop sign's sharp edges split his face open.

"It did say STOP!" Called El Pavo.

Neto remarked on the color of the car they were in. "Why I brought the car up is I lost mine meeting out here with you. So if Mors doesn't refund it I'm taking this one!"

Just then, before Pavo could reply, Ivan leaned out of the vehicle and began firing at them. A couple of Vago carloads came along and began to fire upon their ride but Ivan held them back. Neto had the, pull the car back to create distance between themselves and the fire. "He's gonna stop sometime...don't lose him!"

"How do you know this vato?" Demanded Pavo. "You want a freebie? Alright but then you're knocking this off the amount of feria I'd have to get back for what we stile. That's one of the crew members that helped steal your molly alright?"

"You were pretty straight forward about that. Why?"

"Because that motherfucker defended a child murdrer. He's persona non grata in my eyes. If for any reason I can't kill him, I'm hoping somebody else will. Even if it's for a bounty!"

They stopped and El Pavo grabbing his own chopper stated, "I'd be happy to lay that bitch out. I lost a lot of comaradas that day. And I remember somebody saying that the one who shot my perros was a juero with a fucked up accent. They thought he was Armenian at first. So it couldn't have been you. You're not six feet either."

"No, I'm not. But he's about to be six feet tall and six feet under!"

They pulled up and got out and were still under fire from the Psychos but also from the Da Nang Boys. "Maricon!" Yelled Neto as he fired the Rifle off. A few more Psychos had rolled in as well, two more Grangers, a black Peyote and a dark gray Manana. Neto aimed at the inhabitants of the first Granger striking a female gang member in the the throat. The round exposed her windpipe and she went down with a geyser of blood spraying upward. He emptied the rest of the stripper clip into the other three Psychos in the Granger before reloading but seeing as all three had went to the right side of it while Neto was firing from the left side he wounded them but did not kill them. He did hit them with rounds and glass but they were not dead and he had to reload from cover.

He got back to using the AK-74, however this time, firing and striking a gang member who had been driving the Vapid Peyote in the knees he hit the right knee cap with seven rounds and the left with six. The man writhed on the ground crying out dropping a Mac-10 next to the dark red puddle forming under his legs. Six more rounds hit the man in the pelvis. He coughed up blood as he lay dying. El Pavo showed no mercy either. He unloaded dropping two from the Granger. The Vagos were still more focused on the Psychos being the bigger threat but they were taking fire from the DNB's too. Neto was almost hit in the head as a Da Nang Boy fired an Uzi at him. He stayed down behind a parked red Cavalcade but he fired blindly the rest of the magazine back and he managed to hit the guy. As he saw the gang member laid out on the curb with rounds blasted through his ribcage to the point where his ribs on the left side were actually showing, and Neto went between cover and reloaded so he could get in closer to the house the DNB's seemed to be in and where the Psychos were converging, he saw how scared the gang member looked. He looked to be about eighteen maybe seventeen. Definitely not nineteen.

He was suffering. Neto removed his blade and he heard that he was breathing funny indicating that not only was air crushing his lungs but both bullets and broken pieces of ribcage had punctured the lung so it was bleeding too. It had to be. He had all the signs. He had blood in his mouth and was unable to breathe and he began to shake. His body was fucking up on him but not even in the way it does when you normally died. It was almost like the organs were shutting down in the wrong order if there was such a thing. The kid had pissed himself as well. Neto turned him on his side, "Shhhh...Está casi terminado..."

He plunged the blade into the back of his skull and the teenage gangster was still. A gang member from the Da Nang Boys had fired however, and dropped a couple of Vagos and Neto saw he was shooting it out with El Pavo now. Luckily, Pavo struck him and was not hit by his rounds.

"What a pity if you got beef with us!" Yelled El Pavo. "Yeah a pity for you!" Screamed a Da Nang gang member. "We're the deepest in the pen you're a joke to us!" El Pavo yelled back. "That's why the other cars get panicked!"

Two Days Later

He had gotten Mai all patched up but there was that woman from the IAA he had seen before. Karen, he thought, was her name. She also had Agent 14 with her. Seeing them again put Neto on edge. They were supposed to be done with both of them. Mai was at the hospital. She had been able to pass herself off as a bystander who had been hit in the gunfire which was very plausible. The Da Nang Boys had played along with that. Many were laying low. But several had been arrested as well as several Vagos and several Psychos. She had been in surgery and had been recovering but he was told that he could see her.

She was pale and he sat down looking at her. She had finally awakened. Her voice was very soft and quiet. She was doped up on painkillers obviously. "Hey...my guardian angel..." She said with a weak smile. "I'm no angel..." He retorted.

"Yeah...that occured to me...since when does the saint of death save a life...?" Neto chuckled softly. "He doesn't. But every now and then...Ikal does...he used to..."

"They're still...all you..."

He didn't know what to say. "I could have killed you..." He blurted out. "I couldn't see you at first...like I did him...it was a threeway shootout...between us and the Camboduians and the Vietnamese...we tried to kill each other...me and him...again. I might have carried you out of there but with all the lead that was flying around...I could have shot you on accident too..."

"But you didn't...and Neto...he didn't kno I was there either...it was an accident...I know you wouldn't have purposefully tried to kill me...but I don't think Ivan would have either..."

"You're too soft..." He told her bluntly. "You gotta be a chingona if you want to survive. El madre de mi hijos? She was mas chingon but even she didn't survive...you have to be harder though if you want to. And that might mean eliminating Ivan..."

"I can't just kill him...he's a friend...you all are...we've been living together six months and known each other almost a year...I can't do this..."

Neto sighed. "I know it was an accident. But Ivan's gone off the deep end. He's even more withdrawn now. Besides, you survived but if you hadn't and iot had just been an accident it wouldn't have mattered if the result was still the same..."

He stayed with her until she fell asleep. He went to go get some coffee. He would not leave her side. He then made his way back to her room. The door was open just a crack. He saw a Caucasian female and a Caucasian male and he recognized that it was Karen and Agent 14. Why are they here? We're supposed to be done with her...

"We shouldn't be here..." The blonde IAA agent stated. "Shut up. Nobody asked you, Greg."

"Look, I get you got your little sappghic traffic thing going on with her but we're on assignment we have bigger fish to fry."

"She's one of us, asshole. Why don't you shut the fuck up?"

"Look, she had one job to do. Any one of these gangs could be involved with terrorist activities and she's supposed to find out which ones. Do you know how many people come to this city with clean records and end up getting caught up in the underworld? For all you know she's as bad as the people she's trying to infiltrate. You're too close to this. Just like you were with Belic. That was a real clusterfuck."

"Oh grow up. She should wake up soon. When she does we find out what she learned."

His heart began to pound as he walked away. "Shit..." He walked away. Was it possible? He knew that when she wasn't doing her various crimes around the city, she worked at Dugan Hand Bank. He pulled out his phone as he walked out of the hospital he looked it up and came across a list. 25 companies that were fronts for the IAA. "Hijo de puta..." He had known about some of their front businesses down in Mexico. He had even attacked some of them as a Zapatista. He hadn't know n about Dugan, however, He looked it up and learned that originally it had been an IAA fronted bank in Australia until its founder had committed suicide in the 80's. In addition to the bank,various airlines, literary magazines and all kinds of businesses were fronts for the IAA. He was seeing red. Ivan had almost killed her on accident and he had saved her life. Now he wanted to go finish the job. He saw two cops outside the door as the IAA agents made sure they didn't let anybody in to see her. Neto knew if he wanted to he could go kill the two of those LSPD fuckers and then go pop Agent 14 and Karen. And then Mai.

However, this was a hospital and there would be too many witnesses he didn't bring anything to conceal his identity. He began to growl with anger as he walked up the street. Some hipster wearing a black sweater advertising the band The Black Keys, a white man with blonde dreadlocks and a nose piercing asked, "Mister are you okay?" Neto threw the coffee in his face. "FUCK YOU!" The man shrieked falling to the ground and Neto hauled ass out of there. "MOTHERFUCKER!" He yelled as he ran down an alley as other bystanders ran forward to help the injured man. He got back to the apartment and began to ransack all her things. "YOU FUCKING BITCH I TRUSTED YOU! WE ALL TRUSTED YOU!"

2009

Packie

He arrived at Kiki's office. He soon found himself sitting in front of her. He finally decided to spill his guts to somebody. He told her about the bank robbery and Niko and Gerry and everything that had happened. Even though she was Gerry's lawyer she was also Packie's now too. She had just got him out of Rykers. "Do you got a plan to get me brother out or not?" He asked her frankly. She sighed. She got out a bottle of alcohol and poured a glass and then asked if he wanted it. "Sure why not..."

"I'm gonna be honest, Patrick. It doesn't look good.I can try and fight the rackateering charge and I'm trying every angle I can. But his record doesn't help. 1986 - Grand Larceny 1990 - Assault 1992 - Armed Robbery and Hijacking 1999 - Conspiracy to Commit Extortion 2005 - Tampering with Sports Contest: Dog Racing. I mean Jesus, Packie. He puts some of the men I've represented in South Bohan to shame. It seems like almost every few years he's into somthing. I hjate to say this but...and this is between us but do you ever consider maybe he did it?"

"No," Packie said. "The Mafia is behind this shit. They had a problem with us. The Anceoltti's. They've done this before ya know. That last beef. Back in '05. Think about it. Dog racing? The Five Families are all over that shit and the LCPD knows it but I'm supposed to believe that only Gerry gets caught when those track suit wearing cocksuckers are at the track every day? It doesn't add up. And he did three years for it. You usually get four years and a fine. And some of their guys tried to shank him in there too."

"Yeah well that is something I am definitly going to look into...is there anything you think you could tell me that you think might help his case?"

Packie sighed. "Alright...I got this friend...Slavic asshole...named Niko Belic...matter of fact I know you know him cause we've hung out before and he got one of your texts."

"You know Niko?"

"Yeah...you dated him right?"

"You could say that...but he hasn't called me in a while..." She said in a dejected tone. "He's such a man whore!" She admitted to him. "I caught him out with some sleezy blonde skank that lives in Westminster. That slut runs a blogging site and she even talked about what they did together. It made me sick..."

"So what'd you do? You kicj her ass? You can tell me. That whole confidence thing goes both ways my lips are sealed."

"I slashed his tire..." She then begged, "Hey you can't tell anybody...!" She said as he laughed.

"Who am I honestly gonna tell? I don't got too many friends left in this city. And the ones I do got are people that have already had bad experiences with lawyers anyway."

He then looked at her and asked, "You want to get outta here and get a real drink? I mean at a non work related setting..." She eyed him for a few moments and then said, "Sure...you buying?"

"I'm buying...but do we gotta talk about the case? It's not going anywhere...I need to unwind."

"It's your call. We can always come back to it but there's some stuff I want to share with you that might be worth looking into. Let's just say whatever thoughts you may have had about rival mob families getting Gerry busted might be possible."

Alderney State Correctional Facility

Gerry removed the bandage from his right cheek. Three weeks ago he had been jumped by four black inmates from North Holland. The AV had done a good job ensuring any Irish mob inmates were well protected and able to fight against any Italians that caused problems but there was still the street hustlers. Gerry was not sure if it had been on the Wise Guys orders or not or if it had been out of general malice for him. Either way, it didn't matter. Gerry had to go to the infirmary when they had jumped him. They had beat him up, robbed him in his cell and had hit him in the face with his own can of shaving cream and then had sprayed shaving cream into his face so that they couldn't see him.

As a result, both McReary Family loyalists who had worked for their family on the streets had retaliated of course and there had been a few fights between Irish and black inmates and a couple of isolated shankings but other than that, there had been no fatalities. That was about to change. Gerry had found out the name of one of the men who had jumped him. It was a man who was doing life for triple homicide named Tremaine. An AV member that was referred to as "Odin" was a five feet six man who was originally blonde but had a shaved head. He was small and wiry but he was quick with his hands. He and Gerry would be the one to deal with it. They also had the benefit of the doubt since the Spanish Lords were also pissed at Tremaine for using one of their phones without paying up which was against the rules.

All though Odin wore a size six in shoes he wore a pair of twelves that he had bought strictly for the sake of hiding a larger knife. Odin was a lifer. He was never getting out. Gerry spotted an African American inmate of darker skn than Tremaine with dreadlocks. Two Irish mobsters and two AV assiociates jumped the man and began to beat him unconscious. The man was large in size, six foot six and he was the one who almost always went everywhere with Tremaine. Not today. Tremaine was coming back from commisary and they had a blind spot and a short window of oppurtunity to attack him. The light skinned black man had his hair in a buzzcut and he stood at six foot two. Gerry hadn't seen much of him since the beating and he had not snitched so he had not been penalized. This was about to change.

As soon as he saw the red headed gang leader, he saw in his eyes it was on. Gerry had a six inch long one and a half inch wide metal shank stashed in his own shoe. Because of the size of Odin's shoe and hiding a nine inch knife inside it his shoe flopped around making him look like Bozo the clown only nobody was laughing comical as it looked. They both drew their shanks and Tremaine, who was unarmed got ready to defend himself against Gerry but Odin got to him first. "Kill the motherfucker!" Yelled Gerry and Tremaine's eyes were surprised but he was hit. Odin stabbed him in the side, one two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight times. Tremaine fought for his life as he bled and he managed to get Odin in a headlock and grabbed onto the wrist that held the shank.

Two CO's saw this happening and one, a man of Mexican American descent, Andrew Ramos, and Carl Stephenson, a Caucasian male grabbed Odin from behind grabbing his shirt and tried to pull the struggling inmates apart. "It's time to pay the devil!" Yelled Gerry scornfully as he came at Tremaine, Tremaine threw a karate kick that fiund its mark on Gerry's face then another quick kick to his chest. Gerry plunged the knife into Tremaine's butocks. That made him turn and expose his front and Boxer shoved the jail made blade into the side of Tremaine's gut. Then he took a step towards Officer Ramos. "Stay the fuck oiut of this!" Gerry barked. The two did not have their night sticks with the. The officer backed away and called for assistance. Gerry swung the blade around and savagely stroked at Tremaine's stomach ten more times. His shank dripped with blood. Th other guard, Stephenson knew he couldn't stop the attack alone. He ran to the nearest officers and reported there was a double shanking in the process.

Gerry was crazed as the karate kicks from Tremaine caught him again. Odin's shank "Folded up on him" and he tried to straighten out but he slipped on the slick bloody floor and dropped the knife and fell with Tremaine on top of him. Once on the floor, he tried to get the African American inmate in a bear hug from behind holding his shoulders and neck screaming, "DIE LIKE A MAN, YOU PUNK!" At the same time, Gerry's shank repeatedly ripped through Tremaine's skin. All three were on the floor writhing in blood and sweat. Gerry could feel his adrenaline pumping and Tremaine was facedown slighltly on his side. Gerry kept stabbing. Every time he struck there was a deep groaning sound as the knife cut through flesh and cartilage. The stench of brutality was in the air. "Get em off me...!" Tremaine managed to cry out. By this time, orders had been given to lock down the entire prison. Stephenson and Ramos arrived with two more CO's but those two CO's had less than three years on the job between the two of them.

Prison policies were often clear. If officers carried weappnms there was always the possibility of heavily outnumbered guards being ovwehelmed by inmates and their arms taken and used against them. The two CO's barked orders at Gerry to drop the shank. They kicked at Gerry and backed off a little every time Gerry threatened them with the weapon. Gerry wanted to finish the job on Tremaine and it pissed him off the guards as brave as they wer4 wanted to be some kind of heroes and save Tremaine. For the moment, he was distracted and he yelled, "Fuck you! You stay out of this! Just back ip and let us do what we've gotta do!"

Kicks from the CO's snapped at his legs and pummeled his back. A small female officer pounded on him with a leather bound notebook yeling, "You're killing him! You're killing him!" Gerry kept sticking the shank in and twisting it as if the cops weren't there. Nearly a dizen deputies were now in the room circling Gerry and his adrenaline rush was wearing off and he began to feel the sting of their blows. A kick buckled his knee. The pain was sharp and another knocked him down. He delieved a few final strikes with his blade. All three inmates were soaked wih blood, their prison jumpsuits painted red. The smell reminded Gerry of wet copper pennies. Finally, the handle on his knife bent as if it too, had had enough. "Alright...I'm done..."

"Okay..." Stated Odin. "He's dead anyway..." Gerry threw his shank across the room and the guards descended on him with avengance. He was not battered too badly except he did get a fist and an elbow in the eye enough to cause a welt. He told the guard who had done it, "I'm gonna kill you if you put your hands on me. You know who I am?!"

Meanwhile, Tremaine was taken by ambulance to a hospital intensive care unit in critical condition. He had twenty six stab wounds one and a half inch gashes all over his upper torso and legs. Odin began screaming as they slammed him to the ground and cuffed him, "RA HO WA! RA HO WA! RA HO WA!" Stephenson growled as he forced Gerry forward as well and he said, "You fucked up, McReary...you better hope he doesn't die."

"I'm no punk..." Gerry spat. "Nobody's gonna get the best of me. Not in here not anywhere..."

2014

Neto

When Death Meets The Devil

He was approahed by a gang member from the Beach that he had not met before down in Playa Del Seville. He'd heard from El Pavo that a carnal wanted to talk to him. He saw him at the park bench in Vespucci Beach where the word Vagos marked the bench. hE was reading a newspaper pretending to be a civilian. He stood about six feet tall. He was dark skinned and had a shaved head and a handle bar mustache. Even though he was dark skinned enough to pass for full blooded, because he was darker than even many full blooded Indios, some Vagos in his neighborhood had jokingly nicknamed him Coco, the name of a series about the communication of apes.

His name was Jesus "Fusca" Cano. He was from a defunct clique which were found in Cypress Flats and Playa. He wore a black and blue checkered shirt and blue jeans. He had stab scars all over his body and gunshot scars all over his body. When certain Onda factions had been feuding inside with each other over control, he had been stabbed himself but had not been killed. Many of his sons had also been involved in gang life. He had a son that had just been put in County for murder and was on trial. In 2002, when a certain carnal had debriefed and snitched it had seemed that Fusca would never get out of the pinta. He would spend 23 hours on lockdown and had no chance at parole but he had just been released in 2013 finishing off the sentence he had gotten for a murder he'd done in the 80's. He was sixty two.

Neto knew about his reputation. Neto was scared of few people but this was somebody to be nervous about. Even though certain Onda members had green lit him too, he had survivd and a lot of those same people that stabbed him back in the day were snitches had heard that he prayed to all the Aztec gods when he was on the inside. He had taught other carnales Nahuatl. He was a black hearted murderer who was a self professed fanatic of La Onda. It was as though it were his religion. He prayed to Mictlantecuhtli, the lord of death, Huitzilopochtli the God of war and and the sun god, Tonatiuh.

Neto was not afraid of him but he was nervous. It was because of his fanaticism and the fact that a lot of the old members that had died off that he had beef with that he was still a top dog. That, plus he had a brother still locked up including his identical twin, Jore also aged 62, and his little brother "Spanky" aged 60. Those two were in prison for life. "Ximopanōltih..." Stated Fusca. (Welcome)

Neto stared straight ahead as the old man pretended to read a newspaper. "I know you as Santa Muerte...pero...¿Quen motoca?"

(What's your name?)

"Ikal...but I haven't gone by that in a long time. Some call me Neto, others call me Santa Muerte. I'm a man with no name...but all the same...Nechpactia nimitzixmati..."

(Nice to meet you)

"Do you know why I called you here?"

"No..."

"The clique that I come from is gone...defunct most of us died out in the 80's. But four Onda members came from my neighborhood. That's rare. And all are in my own family. So my old clique died out, other varrios moved in. But Onda? Onda is forever..."

"You brought me here to tell me something I knew already homes?"

"You hard headed vatos. I used to be just like you. Maybe I still am but I've matured. You're what, how old? Twenty eight?"

"Thirty one..."

"That's still young. Vatos like you they do times. But sabes que? Xotla cueponi ...Ixtli, yollotli quitquitinemi..."

(They grow, they flower' begin to take on a face, a heart.)

"¿Entonces crees que estoy creciendo un corazón nuevo?" Asked Neto.

(So you think I'm growing a new heart?)

" Ixpetz...that's what you are..." Stated Fusca

"A polished eye? I don't get it..." Neto knew some Nahuatl he would say if he had to put it into percentages as far as how fluent he would consider himself he would say maybe 235 to 30% from both how long he lived in Mexico and was among fellow VLA members that spoke it plus Onda in Arizona.

"Itechpa mítoa: in aquin uel quinemilia, in quenin uel quitemuz, in quenin uel monextiliz in itech monequi: anoce uel. quitta in tlein ohui in zazanilli."

( This is said about a person who is very astute in the manner of finding, of discovering, what is necessary, or who quickly sees what is difficult in an enigma)

The old school cholo looked at Neto and asked, "¿Cómo te gustaría ser un Pilli?"

(How would you like to become a Pilli)

Neto looked back at him then turned away. "Estaba San Andreas Onda en la prisión en la que estaba. Además Nuevo Onda. Si hay algo que no me gusta de Onda de este estado Demonios, Onda en general, es que si te hacen sentir como un futuro carnal, tu reputación queda empañada. Eso es estúpido. Un campo de batalla es un encaje en el que obtienes heridas. Si sobrevives a un caballo, deberías ser visto como más chingon. No menos. Tampoco toleraré ningún apuñalamiento en la espalda y sé que Onda lo ha hecho."

(There was San Andreas Onda in the prison I was in. Plus Nuevo Onda. If there is one thing I don't like about Onda from this state? Hell, Onda in general, it's that if you get shanked as a prospective carnal your reputation is marred. That's stupid. A battlefield is a p;lace where you get wounds. If you survive a shanking you should be seen as more chingon. Not less. I also won't tolerate any back stabbing and I know that Onda has done that.)

The old veterano looked at him with a stern look. "La mayoría de las personas temería decir lo que acabas de hacerme. Se considera un honor que se lo pidan. No pides entrar. Te preguntamos. Miles matarían por estar donde estás. Y todos ellos tendrían miedo de hablarme de la manera en que lo hicieron. Entonces explica."

(Most people would be afraid to say what you just did to me. It's considered an honor to be asked. You don't ask to get in. We ask you. Thousands would kill to be where you are. And all of them would be afraid to talk to me the way you just did. So explain.)

"No me malinterpretes, hermano. Me pones nervioso. No tengo miedo, pero estás desconcertado. Pero no lo confundas con la debilidad. Cualquiera que haya cometido ese error conmigo, descubrió que fue un error segundos después de hacerlo."

(Don't get me wrong, hermano. You make me nervous. I'm not scared but you are unnerving. But don';t mistake that for weakness. Anybody who's made that mistake with me learned it was a mistake seconds after making it.)

"Eres honesto Eso es admirable Tirador recto. Bueno, entonces inteligente si no tienes miedo de decir al menos lo que acabas de hacer, ¿qué es lo que da?" Demanded the older man. "Soy un pinche paisano, ¿recuerdas? No estamos tan filtrados como ustedes Chicanos. De donde vengo, nos referimos a lo que decimos y a los estadounidenses les parece desagradable. Políticamente incorrecto, incluso."

(I'm afucking paisa remember? We're not as filtered as you Chicanos. Where I come from we mean what we say and Americans find this off putting. Politically incorrect even.)

"Cierto. Pero también soy tu mayor. Incluso si el chicano es el proverbial hijo del mexicano que cruza el Río Grande, todavía eres joven en comparación respetuoso."

(True but I am your elder. Even if the Chicano is the proverbial son who crossed the Rio Grande, I'm still your elder. I'm due respect.)

"Y porque te he faltado el respeto por ser aprensivo ... vas a hacer que me maten cuando salga de aquí, ¿no es así?" Asked Neto, replying.

(And because I've disrespected you by being apprehensive...you're going to have me killed when I leave here, is that it?)

"No. Si estuviera de mal humor, podría hacerlo, pero hoy es un buen día. He desayunado bien, he podido ver a mis nietos y el sol brilla. En cambio, lo que voy a hacer es insistir. No necesito intimidarte. Soy demasiado viejo para eso .." Admitted the older man.

(No. If I was in a bad mood I might but today is a good day. I've had a good breakfast, got to see my grandkids, and the sun is shining. Instead, what I am going to do is insist. I don't need to intimidate you. I'm too old for that...)

"Lo que haré, es insistir. Y no por intimidación sino por el poder de la lógica. Se quien eres. No solo los pistoleros de Santa Muerte y Madrazo. O el huracán, el azteca. O Neto, el pistolero contratado que limpia los traseros de Lester Crest y Simeon Yeterian y Trevor Phillips. Tú también eres zapatista. Sé que todavía estás "activado" incluso en el norte. Usted cree en la causa. Nunca le habías jurado a Onda y la vida de las pandillas ha tenido muchas dificultades para ti. Perdió a las personas que le importan. Pero aún quieres un mundo mejor para nuestra gente. En algún lugar dentro de ti, todavía hay un idealista. Te gusta ayudar a la gente a levantarse aquí. Eso es lo que hiciste antes cuando viniste a los Estados Unidos. Eso es lo que has hecho ahora con tus comaradas. Lo que te digo es esto. Como carnal, puedes hacer todo lo que quieras con respecto a ambos lados de la frontera. Podrías ayudar a conseguir más pollitos aquí. Más zapatistas si es necesario."

(What I will do, is insist. And not by intimidation but by the power of logic. I know who you are. Not just Santa Muerte the Madrazo gunmen. Or The Hurricane, the Azteca. Or Neto the hired gunmen who wipes the asses of Lester Crest and Simeon Yeterian and Trevor Phillips. You are also a Zapatista. I know you are still 'activated' even up north. You believe in the cause. You were never sworn to Onda and the gang life has had many hardships for you. You lost people you care about. But you still want a better world for our gente. Somewhere inside you, there is still an idealist. You like helping people get up here. That's what you did before when you came to the United States. That's what you've done now with your comaradas. What I'm telling you is this. As a carnal you could do everything you want to do regarding both sides of the border. You could help get more pollitos up Zapatistas if you needed to. )

Neto was offended by this proposition. " ¿Quieres que haga de la causa el crimen organizado? Todos respetan, el mero mero, pero a la mierda. Puedo tener mis pies en ambos mundos y tal vez eso me convierte en un hipócrita, pero no voy a involucrar a las otras personas en el cártel. Los carteles eran con quienes estamos peleando e incluso cuando era sicario esto era antes de unirme a la causa."

( You want me to make the cause into organized crime? All do respect, el mero mero but fuck that. I may have my feet in both worlds and maybe that makes me a hypocrite but I'm not going to get the other people in it involved with the cartel. The cartels were who we are fighting and even when I was a sicario this was before i joined la causa. )

"Calma...I'm not asking you to..." The old man said looking forward. "What I'm suggesting is that while you may hate the Madrazos, I know you compromised. You worked for him up here for what, a year? And I'm not saying you have to get others involved in what we do. Our thing. I',m only saying you could fund them better as a carnal than not as one. But..I won't twist your arm if you're still determined not to."

"You wouldn't have me hit?"

"No. But the carnales are voting on making your boy Oso on the inside. We had trouble with him before so others may not like it. With you, it;s already unanimous."

"Wait, you're making Oso a carnal?"

"Mirate...all he's got is time. What's a young boy to do? And Neto...if there's one thing I can tell you even if I am not a revolutionary, even if I am too old to do anything like that, I can tell yo revolución o lo que sea que estés tratando de hacer allí abajo no se financia solo."

(A revolution or whatever it is you're trying to do down there does not fund itself. )

Neto looked down. Already he was surprised he had lived as long as he had. He had cheated death so much, it was like he was death. Maybe it was more like that rather than being the man the "Cartels pray to" If anything the cartels should hate him as they now did. After all, Santa Muerte took their souls far more than regular people. He didn't know how much longer he would be alive. He did still want to make a difference someday but the deeper he got into the game the less likely he thought he would be able to. Still, there were people that depended on him now in the barrio and he also wanted safe passage for his homeboys from Chiapas if they should ever come here.

"What do I have to do?" He asked.

"There's a job we'll have for you...that we can't talk about now. Things are happening and whether or not you will have to do something about a thing that is going to happen depends on whether or not this thing happens."

"What?!"

"Don't worry about that for now. For now, here is what you can do to pledge allegiance to Onda. This war between Marabunta. It needs to stop," He showed him the newspaper. There was a shooting in South Central LS. Over the last couple weeks three Marabunta Grande members had been killed by Aztecas and five Aztecas had died against Marabunta. "This is bad. It's giving us bad headlines and people don't want to come outside to buy coka, ese. The problem is Pinto. He's more on board with the Guanaco Marabunta that are on the east coast and the pintas in El Salvador. He's not on board with the national program here."

"What do you want me to do?"

"It's already been arranged. You're going to El Burro Heights. You and some of your crew and some of the crew from Curb Side Lokotes are going to deal with Pinto's faction. He's trying to do in Los Santos what we're trying to do with all Mareros in the federal prisons."

"And they're actually willing to listen?"

"They are. They're on board. They know we'll kill them if they ever end up inside they'll be hit if they dpn't get on board. Like you said. You're from down south. We've tried to reach out to Marabunta on the east coast and it didn't work. We had a conference call. Vatos from pintas here... in Virginia and El Salvador. We needed there to be a national program. That conference call was last week. A little after the riots in Boilerbroke. One of the carnales that backed up Oso on the inside was a vato named Cero and hes looking at death row but his hermanito was in the riot too. They decided to make his brother instead. He'll e the first carnal from Marabunta."

"Orale...so?"

"We wanted a national program now that we briught Marabunta to La Mesa. The plan had two main objectives. The first was to impose a new monthly fee for all Marabunrta cliquas operating beyond the borders of San Andreas . This would be used to help offset the fee that the Marabunta had to pay to the Onda , and would help get jailed Marabunta members more privileges inside the prisons. The second goal was to exploit the Marabunta's network in the US by setting up new drug distribution channels from San Andreas to the East Coast."

"I was never cool with Mara Cucas where I came from. Why didn't it work though?" Asked Neto.

"The relationship between the West and East Coast gangs has never been harmonious. San Andreas -based gang members believe their East Coast colleagues do not share the same spirit or origins. They think that many of the gang members working on the East Coast are just a bad copy of the Los Santos model, or worse yet, Salvadorans who do not know anything about the politics and life of San Andreas gangs. We wanted to change that. We also told them we didn't want them killing civilians or raping girls. And you can probably guess how that went..."

"Sick motherfuckers didn't listen."

"Yeah. Only it was more than that. That truce they had between Aztecas and Marabunta down there...the before al this happened...carnales were telling them not to show their faces on TV and not to talk to the government down there about that. That was what the biggest insult was. We're looking at Marabunta who are having truces in Central America with your side of the tracks. And it wasn't even done under Onda leadership. That's good...but then they don't want Marabunta in Estados Unidos to be one united front?"

"Yeah, that's pretty lame. I gotta say...are you going somewhere with this? I know you want me to take out Pinto and that's fine by me cause he killed my compa, Demon. I didn't need Onda to order that. I've just been a little preoccupied, ese..."

"Where I'm going with this...is that when the Salvadoran pintas weren't willing to fall in line, other pintas on the east coast that would have been on board if Salvador had, suddenly weren't. Some still are depending on the states. But Virginia and Dockington is rejecting the program so as far as we're concerned they're green lit. Any compas that are under the national program are to KOS."

"That'a not gonna bring them to the table, homes..."

"Yeah well it may have been started by Guanacos but it was started in Los Santos. I may not have had love for them when they started and I don't like what they became but when their soldados got in line, they started to be ok in my eyes. It's not just about them not wanting to listen to us. It's not just a power trip. It's about the fact that they would ask Marabunta out here for money. And they'd give it to them. But that's over now/. They're idiots for that and they're feeling the squeeze and they're bothering us about it now. But those Dockington levas..they're getting their asses handed to them by the BGA out there. And we're not going to bail them out. They said fuck us. Now they're getting fucked. Because we did them a favor what have they done for us?"

"I hear you...so you see Pinto as a representation of those rankers back east and down south is that it?"

"That's right. He's trying to get Mareros out here to say fuck us out here. Almost like a reverse national plan. He's got comaradas out in New Austin too./ Deep ties. Pl;us he has connection to some of your enemigos down in Tapachula and El Salvador. Eliminate him and we eliminate the problem out here."

Neto chuckled. "It's ironic, homes. We're rubbing out a vato partially on the basis that his clique in El Salvador talked too openly about the truce with us down there but now we're whacking this fucker to end a war between us and them out here."

"Hey, if you're Onda on the inside you know street rrivaries have to be forgiven. And you should know that after what happened in Rancho to your neighborhood, it's needed."

"Yeah but Mara Cucas were in on that, ese. We had to defend the varrio against them, the Tranny's the Ball Sacks, the Toilet Paper's the Dumb Nang's and the Madrazos."

"I know. But those men who did that were allied with Pinto."

"Hey, I already had enough reason to take that chavala out, bro. Now you've givenm me more reason. But if I do this and I get married, I want to make sure that you vatos really can do what you said you coul."

Fusca nodded. "You do what I tell you, not only will I be the one that sponsors you you'll have access to the same smuggling routes and tunnels we usually used with working with trh cartel in Tijuana. I know the Madrazos had you sneak into the border in this country's heartland but it's better if we do it here. The Madrazos run the New Austin border and they fight the Zeros for it. At least with Tijauana we can keep these fuckers off your trail."

"Alright...I'm holding you to that..."

"You're not a carnal yet...you still have to do this and I don't think I have to tell you...I can't turn back. I made that choice. My brothers my son my nephew they all followed the same path so it goes without saying...Onda is before everything even familia. It's just that all my sangre hapened to be in Onda so that was easy to manage. But if you think you might have a future doing anything else, now's your chance."

Neto sighed. "I don't like what the organization is. I agree with what it was founded on though and to be honest? I like New Onda's steelo better but I'm here not there. But there wouldn't be a New Onda without the original. I know that money and drug power can change you. It'll fuck up even the best intentions. Maybe...if I can stay clean myself...I can use this shit to make a difference. And my family is all dead. So I don't have to account fior anybody except myself and my neighborhood."

"Well that's the other thing, hermano. If you get made you'll have control over a certain territory. Just a small one to start off. Helgada will run the neighborhood as long as he can but you'll be the one really running things. Now get going, chico. They're waiting for you."

"One last thing...if we're taking out Pinto...we don't need to make nice with Marabunta to do that, right? I can just do that for you and let the truce between us and them happen later..."

The old man shook his head. "That's not how you're going to do it, chico. Curb Side is going to be your Trojan Horse. They're going to be meeting Pinto and his defecting hijo de putas at a destination of his choosing. You and your comaradas will be with them..."

Neto nodded. With that, he got into his Glendale after walking up the stairs next to the boardwalk and he began to drive east. He had a Sig P226 with fifteen rounds. Normally, he didn't want to use swiss ammo in addition to the gun but the Sig was common enough in the US that that wouldn't be an issue. He could have gone with a twenty round magazine if he'd gone with the 9×19mm Parabellum but he wanted to use .357 SIG rounds. He dialed on the cell calling up Chela. "Encuéntrame en El Burro úrate y obtener un montón de cuetes," He told her.

(Meet me in El Burro Heights. Be sure and and get a lot of cuetes.)

"¿Dónde en El Burro? Este no es un videojuego con un marcador donde sé a dónde ir y tengo un mapa con una luz amarilla en él. Necesito la dirección."

(Where in El Burro? This isn't some video game with a marker where I know where to go and have a map with a yellow blip on it. I need the address.)

"The tattoo parlor. Los Santos tattoos."

He hung up and began to drive there. The song Ella Se Fue by Kinto Sol played. The news came on.

"We interut to bring you a Weazel News update. Violence and terror plagued the streets of Rancho, in South Los Santos as an all out gun fight broke out between members of the Varrio Los Aztecas, Marabunta Grande, the Vagos, the Ballas, the Families, the Da Nang Boyz and the Tiny Psychos. The exchange of gunfire left multiple casualties as well as a sting of fires as members of Marabunta Grande lit hoiuses on fire. Among those who lost her house is the mother of two, Edna De La Rocha."

"I couldn't believe it. We were just helping our children with homework when we heard the shooting. As usual we told them to get down and take cover just like we practiced when we heard the sound of glas. We thought a few bullets had gone through when I smelled smoke...luckily none of us were hurt we got out but...this house was everything to us..."

"Othe r families, however, were not so lucky. 79 year old Angela Guitirez a mother and grandmother who has lived in Rancho all of her life fled from her own burning house only to be hit by a stray round from a gang member."

"I can't believe it...you know? My grandmother...she didn't hurt anybody...she was like a mother to the whole neighborhood...and we saw some Asian guys roll by. They were shooting at the guys from around here but...they hit her..."

The male voice that was speaking broke down sobbing. There was also a nine year old girl who had been shot by the Ballas on was pissed off and he was glad to be delivering justice on the Mara Cucas that had done this. He knew that Lee had been behind it. Blood was on Pinto's hands and now that he knew Lee had been behind this, he knew it was on his hands too but at least he had set that little plan in motion with the hacking. New Arcadia would burn or come close to it.

"In other news, just as the flames of racial tensions in New Arcadia were starting to fan out, a shootout just outside of the city between members of the BGA and the Dixie Mafia. It's unknown whether or not it was racially motivated or if it was drug related but the suspects remain at large."

Neto chuckled. He wondered if that meant the shit had already hit the fan.

He heard several more stories in New Arcadia regarding an assault on the 4th ward but he also heard.

"In Sunbelt News, gang violence broke out in Sunbelt between members of a Latino gang and an African American gang in Southwest. The suspects are still at large but members of the South West Vagos and the Roman Boyz engaged in a fire fight. Among the deceased members of the Vagos were Felipe Cortez, Angel Gonzales, and Jaime Martinez. All three young men were felons from the Gulfton Heights area . It is believed that the gang tensions between the two gangs began after Hurricane Katherine when members of the Roman Boyz were evacuated from New Arcadia to Sunbelt and other surrounding cities.Meanwhile, among the deceased from the neighborhood was two young men were Cleveland and Carson Roman two gang members from the Roman Boyz who have had run ins with both the Sunbelt and the New Arcadia Police Department and rap sheets a mile long. While Cleveland Roman was shot seven times with four rounds in the chest and three in the face, his brother Carson Roman was wounded. However, his throat was slit which is believed to be the cause of death. "

Neto found this interesting and he wondered if any of the vatos down south had done this. If so, this was not good as Mark would likely retaliate but he figured it had to be Cruz. Maybe Ernesto and Miguel as well. Still, he couldn't say he was exactly sorry to hear about it. Still, he figured that there would be severe consequences. He didn't think he wanted to go back to New Arcadia. He knew he didnt but whether he liked it or not those people were carnales.

He finally pulled up to the spot. He saw the members of Curb Side he had seen before including Big Evil, Lala, Torta, and Diablo. They had a trunk full of weapons. Gata and Nata were there. They opened up the trunk of a stolen SUV where they had loaded guns u. Neto took an AK-74 and a Spas 12. Gata had two Uzis, Nata took for herself an AKS. Chela carried an M3, Pajaro had an AEK-971. Jose was given an AN-94. Licha and Zorra were also there. Zorra had a Benelli CB-M2 and Licha had an ML-63. El Camello had a Calico M960.

Meanwhile, the Curb Side gangsters all had AK variants.

"We ready?"

"Shit, it's been a year since we've seen you. Que onda?" Asked Diablo. Neto looked at the Marbunta members who seemed to be on edge. This was the first time in a while somebody from the two gangs had been in each other's sight without shooting. "I've been busy. Whatever we decide later on about each other's sids, we're working together today. So nobody better make a move against me or mi comaradas. Entiendes? We're here for Pinto and his bitches. Not you."

" Bueno, entonces, te doy la misma advertencia."

(Well then, I give you the same warning)

He then turned to Helgada. "Your lead, bro."

Helgada stepped up to the Marabunta members. "So what's the plan? Where are these lames laid up at?"

"The scrapyard. Pinto's got a lot of soldados from around here that want to follow what the vatos in the east coast are doing."

"That's what we're here to put a stop to," Neto said. "And kill him for killing our comarada. Among other things."

"Since you're talking about making shit right..." Flaca stated. "Why don't you tell us where the fool from your side is so that we can pop him? As a sign of good faith."

Helgada shook his head. "There's a difference, mija. We're not the ones who have people saying fuck Onda in other states. We're not the ones making it Salvadoran only. With us, we have all kinds of Latinos in our shit."

Neto rolled his eyes at the use of the L word but until he was made a carnal, Helgada was technically the man in charge in light of Demon's death. He hated it. This fool was originally from East Los Santos. He'd moved to Rancho earlier.

And everybody knew that you could be an Azteca from South, West or North Los Santos you could be from Mexico or Central America but everybody knew no vatos representing VLA stayed in East Los Santos. The older barrios looked down on the original VLA's.

"Look, if we can find out who it was...we'll deal with it. But with Pinto we know he's causing trouble."

Reluctantly, the Marabunta members agreed. The Aztecas loaded up into the vans that were driven by Marabunta. Neto was nervoius about it but there was no other plan.

It was a bit of a drive until they got to the Scrapyard. Finally, they did pull up and the Marabunta members advised the Aztecas to stay in the car until they were told. Pinto greeted Big Evil. "¿Qué pasa, carnal? como has estado?" Greeted Pinto as they slapped hands and exchanged a quick hug. (What's up, carnal? How have you been?)

"He estado mejor. Esta guerra con los Aztecas está consumiendo mis ganancias, ese."

(I've been better. This war with the Aztecas is eating into my profits, ese. )

"Entiendo, hermano, pero hay un momento para ganar dinero y un tiempo para la guerra. Los Aztecas son chavalas que siempre han sido siempre voluntarios y siempre serán nuestro enemigo. No importa lo que diga cualquier intento de coño en una tregua. Las tretas son para coños."

(I understand, brother but there's a time for making money and a time for war. The Aztecas are chavalas they always have been always will ve and they'll always be our enemy. No matter what any pussy attempt at a truce says. Truces are for pussies)

"Well that's what we're here for, right?" Diablo stated. "You got an alternative?"

"The carnales back east and down in San Salvador are real men. We don't have to deal with these taxes anymore. Why should we? If the Vagos and Aztecas want to be Onda dick riders afraid of guys they're never gonna meet I say fuck it let them be but we define our own shit, homes. The idea of us having less authority than anybody else is an insult que no?"

"Well how many vatos do you got that will follow you?" Asked La La. "I got a few. It's not that many in this city. Too many fuckers are blinded by jailhouse politics but a lot of carnales in Virginia and Dockington City have seen the light. We gotta get back to our roots..."

Just then the van doors opened and Neto fired his AK-74 and the other Aztecas that were with him from Rancho did the same. All in al, Pinto had ten Maranbunta members standing at his side. They were all mowed down by automatic fire and even he was hit in both legs and the gut as Neto and Helgada fired at hi. He had at least nine rounds in his body. Neto took Pinto's own machete. "You fucking bitch...you cowards! You're rolling with fuckin VLA vatos and shit...! The fuck...!" He coughed up blood. La La yelled, "You think I'd trust some rapist puto lik you? You say we gotta get back to our roots but the original Mareos didn't rape. They were just teenage potheads that liked rock and roll..."

"Fuck you, bitch!" He spat blood at her. "Fuck you and your white boy music. Fuck a marijuano if they wouldn't kill an Ass Tatster chavala..."

Neto grabbed the bald headed gangster by the face and ordered..."Open your fucking mouth..."

"Fuck you..." He spat more blood in Neto's face. "Pinche chunti Mexicano chavala..." La La withdrew her 9mm and fired into Pinto's groin, a fitting end for the rapist's manhood and he screamed, "ARGGGGHHHHHHH YOU FUCKING CUNT! MY DICK!" La La grinned evily. "It's probably tiny as fuck, bro. Besides he said open your mouth."

Neto put the blade of his machete in his mouth. The lesbian looking Marabunta member handed Neto a gas cannister and he began to pour it on the blade. He then said as Pinto made choking noises as the blade began to rip through the insides of his mouth ripped his gums, the roof of his mouth his tongue and was forced back into his throat, "Weren't you at least partially affiliated with the Confetti clique outta Tapachula? Or at least working with them? Inever understood that shit. Mara Cucas and your payaso circus bullshit. You're like Juggalos with that bullshit. Well do you like sideshow freaks ese? How about a sworn swallowing woman, puto? La La made you a woman, eh. Now you just gotta swallow..." He lit the blade on fire and pushed it further down his throat and soon his face was ablazze and he tried to scream but was silenced as the blade was pushed down his throat. His body did writhe uncontrollably, however as he went into shock and the flaming blade went deeper. Neto pulled it out and then this time stabbed him in the face with the flaming machete. "You like Neto's special hot sauce homes? IT REALLY BURNS THE ROOF OF YOUR MOUTH, DOESN'T IT?!" He screamed.

With that, Pinto was done. "That was for Demon, motherfucker..."

Federico Nathan, a Marabunta member who was half Salvadoran and half white a tattooed younger vato wearing a beanie observed this and he looked like he was going to throw up. He went and threw up in the van. "What the fuck is wrong with you, pendejo?!" Demanded Diablo banckhanding him. The gangster groaned, "It's better than throwing up om the ground...didn't want to leave DNA evidence..."

Neto got some bleach out of the van and began to hose down everything they had touched.

"I think we've made ourselves clear enough..."

Later That Day

He was on the phone with Ernesto. "Yeah, I'm telling you, this guy is the best. He's gotten veterans that got fucked up by IED's to walk again. Hell he was a veteran that was crippled. So he should be able to retrain Loka to walk again..."

"Es una gran cosa para hacer por ella. Lo aprecio, pero es posible que Félix no confíe en ti,"

(That's a hell of a thing to do for her. I appreciate that but Felix may not trust you.)

Neto sighed. "After all we've been through..I know. I still did what I did. But tui sabes? That's why you should tell him it's from you. I mean you can tell him what you want about El Culebra being the one who recommended it since he served with the guy but yeah it'll look better if it comes from you. Don't tell Felix it's from me. But I know that by being down there..i fucked a lot of things up."

"A specialist like that wouldn't come cheap..." Ernesto stated. "It's already taken care of carnal. Just make sure she gets the best. That chavala may have taken away her ability to walk and Lee may mock her for it and I know Cheetah is gone plus Dede and all the others but maybe if I can give her back her ability to walk it'll start to make up for it."

"I would ask what your angle is but you don't see to have one," Stated the Chicano New Austin Native. "You don't even want her to know and you want me to take credit for it? I'm not too big on that kind of thing."

"Think of it as a way you can pay me back for having her sessions paid for. Besides, even if I did kill those two BSU jotos, they might have gotten you if I didn't show up. Maybe not but you never know. Just do this and we're square."

"Orale, carnalito. You got it."

"Hey, how's Miguel? I hearc what happened..."

"How? That wasn't supposed to get out..."

"I'm watching you guys and the BSU just in case remember?"

"Well I don't talk about that on the phone. Anyway he's fine for now I just need to keep an eye on him...anyway I gotta go..."

"Orale. El Rato."

As Neto hung up he got a call from Mai. "What the fuck do you want?"

"You bugged my fucking CAR?!" She screamed. "Whoa, mama dragon, quit breathing fire. Besides, you're the one who was spying on me and Ivan and Paul and probably Packie too for the better part of a year, give or take a few months with McReary. So you have no room to talk. Besides now I know you're working with them? Why am I not surprised, Mai?"

"You know what, Neto? Grow the fuck up. Or better yet, man the fuck up. You were never supposed to find out about it and if you're not involved in the kind of activities we were on alert for you have nothing to do worry about. I don't remember you, Ivan or Paul being apprehensive when the money was made on the prison heist."

"What are you talking about? We all complained about it. That fucker Agent 14 was creepy. We all voiced it. Even you did but it was just an act with you, huh? Did you fake it when you were fucking Lee? Yeah I know about that too, bitch. I may not have heard it but I got a camera and a mic in the car you took and it didn't take arocket scientist to figure out why you two went in the same room."

"You invaded my privacy? Fuck you. Neto I never spied on you when you were getting it on. I have a right to a social life too ya know!"

"What's the matter, did Lamar get tired of you? Or Karen? Or anybody else you spread your legs for? Guess you have worn out all LS area codes, huh? Besides just because you didn't eavesdrop on me with the hynas doesn't mean you didn't hear confidential shit. You remind me of those Anonymous. vatos. You want it for yourself but love hacking people and doxxing them. Hypocrites. Every last one of you. And Dugan Bank, Mai? Really? By the way you said man up? Man can't man up. Just like a lion can't lion up."

"What are you talking about?! Now you're taking everything I say literally?!"

"God, intelligence, evolution or whoever has decided through whatever process to create this item me as a male, with male genitalia. This way he has given me the keys to decide for myself what being a man in this body means for me. You on the other hand have been created a female, a non male, the complete opposite of one. You are the only one who can "man up" as you are the one who wishes she was created male and had male genitalia to dominate fuck and conquer. So my suggestion to all projecting feminists YOU grow a pair and YOU MAN UP."

With that, he hung up on her.

Mai

On the other line she curseds, "Shit..." She had pulled some strings and had gotten Neto the paperwork to have US citizenship. She didn't know if he wanted it and maybe he wouldn't but she had done this before she had left Louisiana with Lee. She wasn't sure even Ana knew about it. But that wasn't what mattered. Even if Neto hated America she figured whatever he wanted to do, he could do more good with a US citizenship than without. She wished now she hadn't done it but it was already in the mail. She could only hope she could beat the mailman home but it was unlikely.

She had done this because she wanted to make up with him and repair their damaged friensship. She wanted to help Ivan get his father out if it could be done and get Paul out of prison. Was it too late?

Neto

He pulled the dark blue Glendale up to Jamestown. The other VLA members were on the way as well. They were on the north side of Jamestown Street in Northern Rancho. He approached the shot caller. He was a dark skinned Chicano with a shaved head. He had a mustache and he wore a silver and yellow LS Pounders cap plus a crisp white t shirt and dblue dickies. He was the shot caller for the North Side Vagos. He stood at five nine and had a stocky figure. He was known on the streets as Listo. Neto had been introduced to him by El Pavo. "Santa Muerte ... entra."

(Santa Muerte...come on in)

He did. The song I'm Yous by Chino Grande blasted on the loudspeaker but it was turned down. Jose waited outside in the car. "You just wait here and make sure nobody fucks with our car alright?" Neto said in the doorway. Despite agreeing to a truce, things were shaky between this particular Vago clique. The Navajo-Chicano gangster was nervous being in a different hood. He was somewhat shaken up ever since the hit on the parade. But the Vagos knew not to attack him or they'd have the Saint of Death on their asses.

Inside the pad, two attractive Chicana females sat at a table rolling up blunts. Th first had medium brown skin and had shoulder length wavy black hair with dark red lipstick and she had gold streaks in her hair and wore a black tank top and blue jeans. Her bust was C cups. Her earrings were silver hoops. Next to her was a girl with gigantic breasts who was lighter skinned but obviously brown but she had blue eyes that Neto was pretty sure were contacts. She had her hair brown but he had seen her before with her hair dyed blonde and many had mistaken her for a white girl even in her own cliqua they thought she was a white Mexican but in reality she was just a light skinned Chicana.

Her name was Lokita while the other hyna was nicknamed Troubles. At another table, there was a few cholos loading up cuetes. One of them was a bald light brown skinned man wearing a white t shirt with blue lettering that said Rancho and he had a handle bar mustache. The next was a man in a white hat with dark brown skin and plenty of black hair. He had a round face and a muscular build standing at five nine while the scrawnier cholo in the Rancho shirt was five seven. "Orale ese...so you already met Lokita and Troubles. That's the homie Duque," He referred to the man that was more muscular. "And that's Angel."

Sitting on the couch was a gang banger from that was originally from Vespucci Beach but had moved to Rancho some years back when his family could no longer afford to stay in Del Perro. He was tall and muscular yet a bit on the chubby side somehow as well as unlikely as this seemed. He had medium brown skin and sunglasses in and wore a yellow and white plaid shirt and brown khakis. Angel also introduced that guy. "That's Nando."

Lokita loaded up an AK-47, Troubles was readying two Uzis, Angel racked a Remington 870, Duque carried an MP7 and Nando had an M4. "So Helgada's down with this truce,right?" Asked Listo. Neto nodded. "Si mon. More importantly, Onda wants this shit done."

"Orale...then we gotta go after the Ballas and Families next. They gotta hurt for this shit..."

2012

Paul

He was back up in Teranto again. He was requested this time to help Chogan and the rest of them with their Hotel front job that the Yardies had set up. He dropped by the motel that Aila was staying in. The Mohawk and Miq'Maq woman answered the door. He was surprised to see her hair was cut short. "Whoa hey." He said. "You got a haircut."

"Yeah, I just wanted to do something different. Be honest do you like it?" She seemed vunerable in her eyes. "To be honest, I liked your braids. That's the thing I love about Onkwehonwe women, aye. Hair down to your butts," He then said, "BUT...a lot of women look good with it. Shows off more of your face."

"So...?" She asked her eyebrows raising almost pointing at him like an accusing finger. "You look hot. I know forcing women to cut hair like in the residential schools aint cool but when you do it on your own hell yeah. In your case? Hell yeah. It's accentuating every feature you have. It's out of the way. Guys usually don't notice when it's 'blown out' vs natural. But we definitely understand length."

She walked up to him and put a hand up his shirt feeling his chest hair. "You really like it?" She asked in a lower voice. "Yeah..." She looked unsure but he said, "It makes you look a little bit Asian though..." Her mouth dropped open and she shoved him on the bed hitting him with her pillow with an evil grin on her face. He grabbed her pulling her to the bed and she squealed, "NO!" In a high pitched voice but began to giggle as he began to tickle her because he knew she was sensitive around her ribs. "h...my fucking...god...Kor...fucking staaaap hahahahahahahahahahaha!" She kicked him in the chest. He fell off the bed. He pretended to be unconscious and she went to his side in concern. "K:or...K:or...get up...!"

He opened his eyes slowly and pretended to be more fucked up than he was. " Ónhka ní:se'?" He asked (Who are you?)

"You've gotta be kidding, right? It's Aila..." Her eyes were wide i concern as he was doing a good job at selling his stupor...

"Kèn:'en wà:tie'..." He replied.

(I just woke up here...)

"Oh shit...! Just hang on..." He then smirked and she growled smacking him. "That is NOT funny!" He picked her up off the floor and lifted her up and she squealed again, "NO!" He planted her on the bed and began tickling her again and held her kicking feet this time. Finally, he stopped and he kissed her and she met his lips with hers, her lips warm and sweet. He kissed her deeper his lips pressing against hers.

"You know...I can't stay as long this time...I have to be back in Liberty City. I'm needed there..."

"What if I don't want you to go...?" She asked softly her eyes turning to little brown hazel slits. She wasn't his girlfriend per say but they did have feelings for each other and this much was certain. He felt they were the middle ground between one night stands and a relationship except he would almost go as far as to say they were between friends with benefits and a relationship so in a sense he was in the middle of the middle. His tongue soon found its way into her mouth. Hers was ready for him. He He moved at her back kissing her now more visible ears starting with the left and he saw her light brown skin get goose bumps as he kissed her ears and around her neck. She let out a shivering breath.

He knew that soon they would have to go and deal with the business regarding the hash sales at the hotel but for now, there was time.

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Alright so that's all for this chapter. So I'm stilll waiting for Zilla to catch up so I didn't have too much happen with the NEw Arcadia timeline but at the same time, I wanted to show what Neto did to help Loka to sort of make up for what he's unintentionally caused. I think eventually Felix should find out about it but for now Neto wants Felix to think Ernesto did that. And the trainer as far asd that goes who would help Loka walk again would be based on whoever that guy was in the show Gang Related that tried to help the crippled character walk but he got impatient except obviously, this would ideally work.

As for Paul I know I ended that on a cliffhanger the Canadian Warriors vs Angels storyline but i promise to get into the rest of it next chapter. Besides I wanted to show some of what was going on with Packie and it will set up for a mission he will do but also rather than talk about them helping out Gerry while he's inside I wanted to show Gerry actually inside. Given the fact that Packie and Kiki are trying to find illegal handlings of Gerry's rackaterring case while at the same time Gerry just shanked somebody, it's ironic to say the least.

As for Mai, she had some double standards but she still has a good heart trying to get Neto a citizenship and ll that even though she knows by doing so that would probably piss off Devlin and Ana maybe so she's very conflicted. As far as Neto himself despite how he feels about the US government should he keep that citizenship or get rid of it? On one hand it might make him getting across the border much easier now.

And now Neto is Onda he was made a couple weeks before Paul was. All he had to do was kill Pinto but rather than show a big shootout with Marabunta I figured I'd have it be more of a quick shootout and then a brutal execution of Pinto. I mean that scene was somewhat based on the scene in Sons Of Anarchy when the Sons mowed down members of the One Niners who were defectors and that wasn't any shootout it was just a massacre with no return fire.

As far as the politics Neto was talking about with Fusca about that is what I read from this MS-13 article about how MS tried and failed to make a unified MS gang in the prison system and it was pretty much for the reasons why if you google those keywords How MS tried and failed to make a unified gang you can read it. The reasons why and the perspectives of both the west coast and east coast factions are discussed there. But you gotta admit even if MS doesn't want to take orders from Eme which is arguably somewhat understandable they're also idiots the east coast and Salvadoran ones are for thinking that the MS in Cali would still send them $.

As for Fusca himself he is visually based off the Eme member Ciate Grajeda. He was exactly built like i described him and he was an Eme fanatic who prays to the Aztec gods before a murder. Let me give you an instance of what his family is involved in and how many other states Cali Eme's reach even if through cartels go.

Torrance-56 year old emero shotcaller Senon "Cherilo" Grande Grajeda has been indicted as the head of a multi-state narcotics operation involving the Torrance based La Rana gang. Grajeda "the younger brother of influential eme twin leaders Daniel "Cuate" and Thomas "Big Wino" Grajeda," reportedly oversaw the distribution of cartel supplied cocaine, methamphetamine, marijuana and prescription pills by a network of gang related couriers in locations outside of California which included Colorado, Georgia, Louisiana, Massachusets, Mississippi, Montana, North Dakota, South Carolina and Pennsylvania. The Grajeda's are legendary figures within gang circles, their ousting of influential members such Rene "Boxer" Enriquez 'a federal witness' and fellow La Rana gang leader and Eme veterano Manuel "Tati" Torres 'murder in 2005 at the ADX in Florence, Colorado," only served to strengthen their hold over the gang's business affairs in the Rancho San Pedro and Harbor areas.

So yeah, Zilla idk to what extent but Grajedas has made some money from your state. Not sure what cities but still. The Grajeda families are a well known Eme faily with four artnals being from that family it's not usually the case that an Eme member would be made with too many representatives from the same varrio and not every LA gang can brag of having four or more Eme carnales from it but the Grajeda faction is the ex eption. He also politicked against Joe Peg Leg Morgan too because he was white. Ironically though the Ranas gang declined but even if their gang did, they still have status as Eme.

Ok so now onto other oc's.

Rojita is visually based on Christiana Solis

Desire Galvez is the basis for la orquídea

Lady Wino is based on Marlo Marron who plays Giggles in Mi Vida Loca

Lokita is based on Ms Krazie (As a brunette i saw what she looked like and idk why she would ever have it blonde she even looks good redheaded too shes not a Spaniard btw like i been saying shes just a light brown woman)

Troubles is visually based on the rapper Lala

Helgada is based on Kid Frost just like in Ballad.

Troubles is visually based on the rapper La Silent.

Listo is visually based on Toker from Brownside

And as far as the orchestrated trouble that happened in Rancho realistically I wanted to show some innocents died because in a shootout that big it's just inevitable.

I will conclude the start of the lemon with Paul and Aila next chapter before they go and work for the Jamaicans. Now they are going to remain on good terms with the Jamaicans but the hotel manager lets just say he expects a cut of the hash sales all hash sales and some might be ok with that others might not it's down to individuals but also let's just say there may be one or more customers that will be a little weird. And that could lead to trouble. Plus a gun battle with the Angels will happen and yes trhey will use explosives but maybe not in the way you think.

I also took Zillas advice about showing Aztecas in Cypress Flats (Long Beach) too and in this caase obviously a few were shot down by the Psychos but mistaken for Vagos. So while the Da Nang Boys took two major losses in TV and Mao, the Vagos took some losses in terms of numbers. If you count the body counts you will find it's over 20.

As far as Neto's line to Mai abiout manning up I',m sorry but I just had to have that line in there. Not to be antioi woman but against all women who say that fucking term you never hear us say woman up so I feel i had to defend our gender.

As for the shanking of Gerry and Odin stabbing Tremaine, that was based on the stabbing of La Eme member Salvador mon buenrostro by Boxer Enriquez and Topo Peters when they stabbed him 26 times. In this instance Gerry replaced Boxer and Odin stood in for what Topo did while Tremaine would be in Bueenrostro's place. And if you were wondering if it was Tremaine as in Kiki's ex that got a murder beef for shooting a woman and her kids in "Self defense" yes it';s the same guy. Told ya. Irony. And as far as him beating Gerry up and the assault with a can of shaving cream that's what Boxer Enriquez did to a NF member which was what got hjim Eme's attention for sponsorship they beat the NF nmember robbed him and hit him with shaving cream. It wasn't even a kill though just an assault.

Anyway all that is covered in the book The Black Hand. It's probably one of the best gang books ever. I guess i want to also read Monster by Monster Cody the 8 trey crip just to see what gang fights he was in pluis Just Like Compton by that Fruit Town Piru member. Anyway until next time.