2012
Winipik, Manitou Canada
Shepard Littlefoot had just arrived back home after a five year stint in prison out in a Western Canadian prison the one that the Warriors among other First Nations gangs had been born in. He was a veteran of gang warfare against both the Angels of Death and Indian Clique. He was at a seedy motel in South Teranto to track down an old associate by the name of Wilbur Rossi. Much like the shotgun houses in New Arcadia, in the States states, this motel had doors that went into the next room. She[p was a large Cree of imposing size with a mean streak that was notorious. He had skin the color of tea and he had jet black hair in a ponytail. He was slightly overweight in the midsection having gained some weight from commissary junk food. On the outside he had eaten junk food too but had also had access to traditional foods like caribou.
Despite being a bit pudgy, he also had muscular massive biceps due to lifting in prison. He slowly opened the door to see the blonde woman riding a man. He recognized Rossi under the moaning whore. Despite being six foot six he was able to sneak up. He pulled her off of him and threw her and she screamed. Rossi looked up seeing this yelling, "Shep, what the fuck, man I was banging that broad!" Shep backhanded him in the face which caused the Italian Canadian's ear to ring and also his nose bled. That was just how hard his slap was and how big his hands were. "FUCKING ASSHOLE!" He pulled him to his feet and flung the naked white male across the room like a rag doll. He hit the ground hard and he ran over with the speed of a jaguar and kicked him in the side. "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" He kicked him in the chest, the stomach and the face. "YOU GOT ME SENT TO THE MOUNTAIN YA FUCKING SHIT HEAD! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!"
He heard a yell from the hallway. "Yo cut that shit out, man! No rough stuff!" Shep went to the door to the hallway to see a lanky black man with dark skin and what looked like an awful Christmas sweater. "Come on, bruh..." Shep grabbed him by the collar, aware that he was the pimp in charge of the escort. "FUCK YOU!" Screamed Shep as he grabbed the man throwing him against the wall. He grabbed him against wrestling him Indian style and slammed his back into the opposing wall and then before the man could do anything, threw him head first against the wall. He fell to the floor unconscious, bleeding but alive. He saw the escort trying to sneak out having gotten partly dressed and he kicked her in the butt as she ran yelling, "FUCK YOU!" She shrieked, "ANIMAL! ANIMAL!"
With those two out of the way, Shep went back to work on Rossi who was trying to get his pants on. "Hey you stay away from me, man..hey smoke a fuckin peace pipe!" Shep threw him to the floor and got his belt off and began whipping him with both the strap and the buckle. "Fuckin little weasel!" He was of course hitting him because he was responsible for getting him sent to prison. He had gotten busted for an unrelated crime and copped a deal and gave him up.
He wailed on his back again and again breaking the skin. "FUCK YOU YOU MOTHERFUCKING COCK SUCKIN SON OF A BITCH!" He screamed before picking the smaller man up and getting him in a choke hold with the belt. He began to asphyxiate him unrelenting. He then wrapped him up in the bed sheets and took his car keys. He carried him over his shoulders out to the trunk of his gray Tahoma and he slammed him into the trunk. The cops showed up just as he was pulling out and he saw ambulances there. He presumed for the pimp. It didn't matter. He would be long gone from this province by the time they figured out who was who. He had only one stop to make before he went anywhere. The old chipper in the back of the man's house. He knew where he stayed. It was a twenty five minute drive out of the city. He arrived and got out and dragged the body to the chipper.
It was a messy job and the blood was everywhere. His scrawny legs were sticking out of the top. In hind sight, decorating a man's innards all over the snow wasn't the best way to get rid of a body but it would do for now. He had over 900 miles to drive now to get to Teranto. He'd had enough of the city of Winnipik. On one hand, he would miss it because it was the city with the highest First Nations population in the city at 11% but on the other hand, all the enemies of the Warriors were there. He had battled all kinds of rivals over the years. Angels Of Death, the Mad Dogz Indian Clique Tribal Syndicate and the African to mention a gang in Edmons, Manitou known as the White Boy Crew, a gang of Neo Nazis that despite their ideologies had loose affiliation to the Code Redd gang for the sake of drugs.
Still, they had been known to attack First Nations gang members. He would miss the old neighborhood in Winipek, Shadow Point home to a population of over 50% Native or Metis and one of several neighborhoods the Manitou Warriors controlled.
Maybe, just maybe, Teranto would be different.
Paul
Aila and Dawn exchanged glances then looked back at the fat guy. "We'll come back..." Dawn said to the man handcuffed. "No wat...come back...she took off and left...said she was 'late for her dayjob' are their keys on the desk?" Aila swallowed and said, "Yeah..." She shut the door with a bunch of towels. "Did you...have an accident?" She asked. "No, that's not mine..."
Dawn asked, "Hers...?" The fat guy replied, "Yeah, I got what I paid for...can you hurry up and get me outta here?"
"You invited a hooker up here, gave her a twenty dollar bottle of wine then had her cuff you to the bed and pee on you. Did you give any consideration as to who might have to clean that up?" She asked. "Hey, that's your job. Don't pass judgement on me. I'm a paying guest and you're a fucking maid. Will you hurry with the keys?!" Aila told him, "You're not exactly in a power position so I suggest you be a little more nice to us. 'The fucking maids' you got that?"
"I'll leave ya a nice tip..." He promised. Dawn made a tsk tsk sound and the Cree held up the wallet. "She took all your cash..."
"Oh come on, I'm cold...at first I was warm..."
Dawn stated, "Ill tell you what..." She looked at the ID. "Lester Crest. You want your freedom I want mine. How about this? We'll leave you some fresh towels and sheets and you can be your own maid..." Aila tossed him the key. "Dont worry about the tip," She said on the way out.
They got out. "Ugh..." Dawn said. They came to another room, she left some hash beneath some towels for the next room. They had ordered it so Cedric had them supply it.
Two Weeks Later
He approached Cedric just before his shift as did Chogan, Little Joe, Aila, Raymond and Dawn. "How do you make this shit anyway?" Asked Paul. Chogan wanted to know too. "Yeah cause let me tell you. I know how to make ice, cream, I know how to cut blow but I never really understood hash. How does it get made?"
He took them to the laundry room where maids would wash the bedsheets. "Ya take basic skunk weed. Garbage weed. Ya take da shavings off da weed. Here try it..." He handed Chogan a joint. "It's a mellow high. Arab customers love this shit. So do Isrealis."
"Yeah but this isn't the Gaza Strip..." Protested Raymond. "It won't sell here..."
"Young man, where there's not a market..." The Jamaican Concierge said, "You create one."
He then turned to a black woan who though Canadian born was also Jamaican with short hair. "Dierdre. You need to roll the joints tighter. This is a classy Hotel so presentation is everything."
Little Joe said, "Hey if she can't do that, I will. I roll J's and blunts like you wouldn't believe. It really is a skill that takes a master to perfect."
"Certain guests will ask for herbal refreshments. I'll contact you and make sure both the maids and room service have some of those customers on their list. You drop off food, yo drop off clean sheets and towels. They'll leave payment under the pillows and you leave the product under. Once you finish a hallway you come find me and give me my cut. Twenty five percent."
Aila asked, "Is there any way we can renegotiate? Why not 20?"
"What did I tell ya before deer? Some people set the rules others follow them. In this case the man who sets the rules is the one who goes to parties at Drake's house. Not the ones who clean out semen stains. Understand?"
He then showed them a way to make the hash. "This is one way we can do it. Dry da shit off in here. But this isn't a goo way to do it. Not everybody working for me is in on this side job. So if anybody should ever ask you...this is from somebody shitting the bed..." The dryers were brown but not from shit but hash. "Well..." Aila said. "We just had a guest...Lester Crest..."
"Ah yes..." The Jamaican said. "That man is a deviant. He comes here usually once a month. I don't undertand it. You want whores why come to Teranto? Why not go to Venturas? But he comes here."
"Well if anybody asks me, I'll just say his list of freaky shit hes into got bigger. That's all."
"Glad to hear it. There's better ways to make it. Ya need fourteen grahams of trimmings. That's more than enough for me to use. One tray of ice per every 1/2 ounce. Then you need either two bowls or pans. Again , size depends on how much trim you have. You want to make sure both containers are big enough to hold all your trim and water, and have enough room left so that while your mixing, it doesn't spill over."
"Right...right what next?" Asked Chogan. Paul had no way he was going to remember all of that. He knew writing it down wouldn't be smart eirther but he did have ADD and it would have helped him even if he could just burn every piece of paper after each batch.
"Next you'll need a strainer. A spaghetti strainer will do. And a Ladle to scoop out water and pour it into the coffee filters. And that's the next item you need. Coffee filters. A metal or reusable one. This is used the filter the liquid after you pour it through the spaghetti strainer. If you do not have one of these it is OK. Just use a paper filter instead. Next you'll need a paper coffee filter. This will be the last thing you pour the liquid through. This is where, once all the water have been poured through, your hash will end up. And you need an electric mixer. You'll mix the trim when you 1st pour the ice-water into the trim or pour into the ice-water. And just in case you don't have an electric mixer, a wooden spoon or whisk will do."
Chogan seemed to have those kind of memories that could be told something and have him memorize it easily despite the drug use. Maybe despite being too young to run his own crew on a rez, this was why he was at least leadership material. If not now, then later. "What's next?" He asked.
"Now pour your trim into a container, and add your ice, and enough water to turn it into a soup like mixture. You want a good amount of water, but not TOO much because remember, after you mix and let it set, you will be using a ladle to pour the liquid through a paper coffee filter. The more liquid you have, the longer it will take. With your hands, mix up the trim and ice-water enough so that none of the trim is still dry."
Aila and Dawn were retaining it as well. Paul and Little Joe didn't get it down. "Now, with your Electric Mixer, or Wire Whisk or your spoon, mix it up for about 10-15 minutes. The mixture may bubble a little bit, this is normal. Do Not panic Take a break if your hand gets tired. But be careful of the ice cubes if you're using the electric. That's one reason when I mix it I prefer to use the spoon instead."
"Is there any way we can do this now?" Asked Paul. "I want to learn but I don'talways learn from audio. And I do sometimes visually but I'm best at hands on."
The Jamaican agreed to it and they carried out all the steps they had discussed. For now, the other Jamaican room service boys would be taking care of the orders while the Warriors were learning. When they finished they got a swarmy looking mixture. "Now we let it sit for a half hour. Maybe forty minutes..." Cedric stated. He then turned to Dawn, "Would you mind getting more ice? The room is a bit warm and we don't want the mixture to get warm..." Dawn did as he asked. She returned with the ice.
The time passed by and he said, "Now get the other bowl..." Little Joe did and he instructed Paul, "Place the spaghetti strainer over it.."
He did as he asked. "Next, you are going to want to use your ladle, and start scooping out the mixture from the container it is in, and pour it into the Spaghetti Strainer which is over the 2nd container. When you pour it through the strainer, the soggy leaves that did not make it through should be squeezed over the strainer. Do NOT throw out the leaves after you are done squeezing them. Put them aside somewhere safe."
Again, they did pouring the mixture over the spaghetti strainer into the bowl. "Do this until all the mixture is into the 2nd container," They did and were left with a yellowish greenish liquid, that had small pieces of leaves still floating around. " Now grab your Ladle again, and repeat the process, only this time, you will be pouring the liquid through the Re-Usable Metal Coffee Filter."
"What about with paper?" Asked Aila. "If that were the case it will take longer. Remember how I said not to use to much water? In that case that is the part where you would see why."
He demonstrated the next part. "Ok. Now this is the final step. You will have to repeat this process, one last time. Only this time, you will be placing a paper coffee filter into the re-usable coffee filter. Or if you do not have a re-usable coffee filter, you will just have to hold the paper coffee filter by hand. This process will take even longer than the last. Once you start getting down to the last scoops of water, you should be able to see small sediments settling at the bottom of your container."
They watched as the last scoop of water drained slowly through the coffee filter and as the hash began to form at the bottom. "You will want to gently squeeze any excess moisture out. If you have another paper coffee filter laying around, you should place the wet filter into a dry one. This will help it dry out faster, and catch any of your hash that may fall out if your wet coffee filter is falling apart."
He then said, "Here ya go. There is your very own hash. And you did not have to go out and spend all kinds of money on expensive 'Hash Making" bags. You got to make it with common household items. You can do with that batch as you please," He then leaned in to Chogan and Aila saying, "That's your 20%. Normally, I don't do this but this looks like a fruitful partnership and as long as Ox is happy, I am happy."
"Ox?" Asked Paul. "That's the street name for Jauvell. Truthfully he doesn't like to be called by his birth name."
"Ox...that's a pretty bad ass name..." Admired Raymond. "That's what he wants you to think..." The darker skinned man stated. "But in reality when he was in the United Kingdom, his grades were good enough to get into Oxford and he went there for two years. It's a shame of wasted talent, right?"
"Yeah but...you're involved with the same people, you're just on the more legit side of things..." Paul said. "Maybe once upon a time that was true. And I still let Ox clean the money here. And we do offer hash for guests and discretion but other than that, no blow, no crazy business here. Nothing hard. Don't let Ox fool you. I'm the man in charge here. He just looked out for me in my earlier days when I was less less legitimate."
Paul shrugged. "Okay..." Maybe Cedric was the case of a man who had once done dirt but now was on the more legit side of crime. Maybe in a way, he and Ox were like the two extreme sides of it. Ox was very deep in the criminal game and only a little into the legit side just to clean money while Cedric was mostly clean but a little bit dirty. Who knows...just like the logic of an undercover cop is that if they pretend to be something long enough the lie comes true maybe the same is true for going legit... Paul wondered to himself.
He had no complaints there. He had made thousands of more dollars doing this little gig than before. Sure, with the Angels they had made money off ripping them off but payouts like that came farther in between. At least this way, whatever other jobs that came up could be done but at the same time, Paul was making money in a paycheck and money from the hash deals. With being on the run from the RCMP, and having crossed into the states, he'd also had to change his social security number or rather, get a fake one through Manny Escuela. In truth it was actually a real one but gotten in an illegal way. He had been a loud mouth but sometimes he missed Manny. And loud mouth or not, hypocrite or not he had given him work when he got to the city, kept him in school gave him a home.
He believed that Elizabeta Torres had killed him. Either that or that Slavic guy that he had seen at parties but never talked to. Either way Manny and his cameraman had gone to her place and were never seen again. Even if there was no body, that didn't mean shit. He had once looked up to her too like a big sister but it was like knowing a big sister had killed your big brother. He wanted to kill her but she was in prison.
They headed through the hallways and Paul left the hash under the plate covering. Luckily enough they had some regular carts to drop by for room service when they had to deliver to rooms that didn't order hash too to look legit. "Man, I hate this shit. Work that's just plain work?" Paul grumbled. Ray agree. "Man, I hear you, skin. Every job I ever worked that wasnt in the ecording studio sucked. I was born to rock the mic."
Chogan sneered. "Nah you were born to rock the pipe. Get on your knees and get to sucking, bitch. I got something you can rap about. Wrap about this," Ray chuckled. "Why shoul I be the one to blow you? I got a bigger dick, buddy. I've seen you in the urinal."
"Why you looking at my dick, fag?" Chogan shot back. "Don't you remeember you were making fun of how I'm unsnipped. But it's weird that you are. Red boys don't roll like that. That shit was brougt by the church."
"Hey, I'm just saying I didn't know anybody had it like that," Stated Chogan. "Besides, you guys cum faster probably since you have too much sensitivity down there."
"Yeah but we're born that way so even if you could make that argument, it's not what we were born for. Muslims and Jews did it. Christians did it less than them but in the states there's non religious circumsiscion."
"Yeah but what about how Serbian nationalists would force Muslim Bosnians to drop their drawers and show their snipped dicks and then shot them for it?" Ray shruged but said, "Hey during the riots following India's independence and Pakistan seceeding they killed dudes who did have foreskins. Also at the Mexican border the borer patrol tried to determne if you were a US citizen if you had your bun on the hot dog still. If you didnnt you were an illegal."
"Snipped or not, that's gotta be the gayest way to determine somebody's citizenship," Stated the Lakota gang member to the agreement of the rest. "Wait how do you kno about Serbia i thought you dropped out of High School?" Asked Paul. "Yeah but I like reading about war," Chogan said with a grin. "And seeing these fuckers kill each other."
Just then, the sound of motorcycles and automatics filled the air. Four Jamaicaans fell with bllets in their backs. Lucifer stood tall with a sneer in the parking lot. "So you assholes think you're going to ally with my enemies, huh? That makes you MY enemy. You might remember a little boy that didn't do a thing to die some years back on the news in the biker wars in the next province over. If some sweet little boy could die in a bombing accident not intended for him..how do you think that bodes for a bunch of stoners who side with my enemy?!"
Juevell pulled up in a Patriot and three other men got out with him. All of them armed with AK's. "Ya wanna romp with me? Come on den, bloodclot!" He yelled firing and striking one of the Angels in his barrel chest. They tore down the hallways. Lucifer made his way into the hallways driving through the lobby. He did a turn scaring he receptionist, a blonde female. He Smirked at her. "Nice tits..."
He then pulled out a detonator and pressed the button. There was a deafening blast in the air as the entire parking lot went up in a blaze. Everybody was thrown to the floor. Aila and Dawn got to their feet in fear stumbling as the explosions continued. "Aila!" Cried out Paul. "Dawn!" Chogan cried out, "We gotta get the fuck outta here! We don't even have our guns up here!" Paul yelled back, "Says you!" He had a Glock 19 in his waistband. "That's not enough for the rest of us..." Dawn cried out in fear. "It is if you get behind me until I can get us to where we need to go!"
"Fuck that," Chogan screamed. "Yo, Bobby Macferrin! We need guns if you want us to help you defend this place!" Cedric grabbed an Uzi. "Follow me to da stockroom!" They did. He and Jauvell began passing out weapons. Paul was given an AK-74, Chogan, two Uzis, Little Joe got a Mossberg 500, Aila was given a Remington 1200, Dawn was given a C3 Rifle, the kind Paul usually used in some of his jobs, Ray was given a Spas 12, and Danyen was given an M1 for some reason but that was was also several staff membes in the room. There was a Caucasian female with blonde hair and green eyes, a petite woman standing five four named Sarah.
The next was a Caucasian woman of French Canadian descent named Abigail. She was a bit on the heavy side with blonde hair and big blue eyes and glasses and she spoke with a thick accent. She was given a 20 gauge to defend herself with. Sarah was given two 9mm's. The next of the employees was a woman named Siri who was of East Indian descent, Punjabi specifically with light brown skin and light brown eyes medium brown hair standing at five six. She was given a Stryker. The next was a woman of Afro Canadian descent with curly brown hair big brown eyes and hoop earring standing at five five. She was light skinned and clealy mixed probably with white but possibly some kind of Middle Eastern. She was given an Ithacha 37. Her name was Myra. "Cedric, where is everybody else?!" She asked in fear. "I don't know how to shoot."
"They're dead..." Cedric stated. "The fuckin Angels killed dem all! Chupid bugayagas killed Angela, Tom, Winnie, Everett and da others! If any day was da day to call in sick today is da day!"
"I'm sorry me dear but we don't have time to teach ya da details of every ting you need ta know so just aim at any of da maga bahkras ya see. Ya just rack da load and pull da trigger seen?" Ox stated.
His three men went into the hallway to the south east engaging some Angels who were trying to ride through."
Abigail was timid with the weapon but she fired striking an Angel, a red haired overweight white male who weighed about three hundred and sixty pounds striking him in the stomach. As he fell over bleeding she shreiked as he tried to fire his Handgun at her but Sarah fired her two pistols finishing him with four shots in the neck. "We can do this, Abi...just stay calm and we can survive this...I promise we can!"
Paul caught a Freeway coming down the hall and an Angel fired striking one of the Yardies in the right shoulder with an Uzi riddling the man with bullets as they came out of his back. Paul fired letting off fifteen rounds striking the man in the chest knocking him from his bike. "Ya fuckin up my hotel, mon!" Screamed Cedric and Paul was unsure if he was talking to the Warriors or to the Angel but it probably didn't matter. There was no way in hell they would be able to defend themselves without the hotel taking more interior damage.
Just then, a large First Nations man emerged from the north armed with an M4. "Bro, what are you doing here?" Chogan asked. "i knew my baby brothers were working here and I saw the smoke and fire. Fucking Lucifer is outside and he's on the warpath. I knew that asshole inside. The hell did you do to piss him off?"
"Who the hell is that?" Asked Paul. "That's my half brother. Shepard Littlefoot...but I thought you stayed back in Winnipik...?"
"Yeah well the Warriors are in at least two provinces. Got a minor presense in this one cause of you but you're not the only one who sees the grass is greener on this side. I'm here to help the Warriors be as well known here as the west. But first, we gotta survive these redneck assholes!" He let off a barrage of rounds at an Angel coming down the hall with an Uzi spraying. Shep struck him first in the face and in the head which bounced off his helmet. "So much for wearing your helmet!"
Aila fired the Remington at an Angel as he tried to flank them having snuck into an open door of a roof. She struck him in the left side of his gut and the rib cage. He fell over and she fired again the next blast going directly into his bowels. Myra fired as well striking an Angel in the neck as he tried to come up the hallway. He fell over. His jugular vein emptied all over the floor and the wall as he hit the ground hard with a thud.
Another Angel, this one a white man with springly blonde hair and wild blue eyes standing six feet with two Uzi's in hand sprayed shooting Abigail and Sarah hitting Sarah in the chest killing her instantly as fourteen rounds struck her in the heart and Abigail he hit with five in the stomach. Out of fear, Myra fired back hitting him in the left leg wounding him and he fell over screaming. A figure came behind her and she fired in fear. The man fell over but Myra realized with horror she had hit a customer, a man in his late thirties, a Caucasian with curly brown hair and blue eyes and facial hair, a family man with a wife and three children. She'd hit him in the left arm. "Mr. Grayson!" She cried out trying to put pressure on the wounds. "I',m so sorry...!"
He cried out, "You shot me...what is this Lightning Bay...?" The Angel Myra had wounded was not done yet. "Fucking nigger bitch!" He screamed. He pulled the pin on an M67 grenade he had in his jacket. He tossed it and it landed near them. The grenade tore off the muscles that had Mr. Grayson's arm still attached. It also blew off Myra's nose the once attractive woman's cute nose had been blown off and what remained was the ugly insides of exposed cartillage with dark blood almost black in color spraying everywhere.
"Dey got explosives, mon! Get to cover!" Screamed Ox as one of his men fell from rounds fired by Lucifer. Ox then aimed for the man who had tossed the grenade at Myra and fired striking the man in the stomach. Cedric, angry that one of his employees had been killed also fired blowing away the man's right eye and a chunk of his temporal love exploded from the exit wounds.
Lucifer yelled, "Cedric! Ox! Let this be a lesson to you!" One of his men had parked an Angel gang Burrito with the passenger sliding door open. He was aiming an M72 LAW at the hole in the wall of the hotel that Lucifer's parking lot bombings of the cars in the parking lot had done. He fired at them and Paul yelled, "DOOOOWWWWN!" He tried to cover as many of his friends as possible. The blast was deafening and all he could see was smoke. He coughed as he got to his feet. He thought about calling out to Chogan, Joe, Aila and Dawn but figured they'd be as deaf as he was.
He saw that they were alright but coughing. Raymond had a bloody left arm from the debris but was otherwise good. The problem was, their weapons had mostly been destroyed in the blast. Lucifer was grinning riding by on his bike spraying an Uzi shooting down the rest of Ox's men and forced Ox to cover. Shep still had his M4, however. He fired the M4 and managed to hit the president though Paul did not see exactly where or with how many rounds but he was knocked from his bike. The Angel with the M72 was about to fire again but Shep fired striking the man in the right hand and the man screamed as the rounds pierced his knuckles. Shep was empty now. Lucifer was wounded and so was the man with the LAW. Another Angel helped Lucifer to his feet and pulled him into the van.
They took off and in the distance as Paul's hearing was coming back he could see red and blue lights flashing and hear the sirens. "We gotta get outta here, mon!" Screamed Ox. "You better run too, boy!" Paul was torn, however. Though he knew he should get out of there, and make sure the Warriors left, he wanted to help Cedric. How would he be able to explain this shit?
2015
South Los Santos
Patrick had the two women tied up both, Mexican American. He knew that they were associates of Paul, family to the late Big Demon and a friend to Neto. He was grinning as he had a plastic bag over his clothes and he held a butcher knife in hand. He grabbed the younger one first. "It really is too bad I have to kill you. You got some pretty eyes. Like Bambi..." She was crying and moaning against the duct tape around her mouth. They were tied back to back. The song Mack The Knife by Bobby Darrin blasted in the background. He sliced the girl who was half Chicana and half Samoan first slicing her throat. He watched with glee as the light in her eyes flickered out as she bled out and cried out helplessly for her mom.
He then began to slash at the mother slicing her right cheek and then he stabbed her left cheek. He gritted his teeth as blood sprayed all over his face." And someone's sneakin' 'round the corner..."
He increased the strength and severity of the stabbings as he stabbed Demon's sister until her right eyeball hung from the socket. "Could... that ..someone ...be.. Mack.. the.. Knife...?" He growled saying one word of the lyric per grunt. He got a look at how much of a mess his hair was from the thrusts plus he had some blood in it. "Well that's just not gonna work for me...you mind if I use your shower, doll?" He then chuckled saying, "Thanks babe..." He grabbed a breast on each of the two women and squeezed saying, "Honk honk!" He then chuckled amused with himself. "I'll see you lovely ladies when I'm done..."
When the police discovered the two later, they found blood written on the walls that spelled out There's nobody praying for me.
Ivan
"Have you ever heard of Stanislov Petrov?" Asked Mr. Markovich.
Ivan replied, "He is the man that saved the world and never got credit for i. History is largely forgotten but I remember him well. He was watching the radars and a blip showed up. The Soviet Union could have nuked the United States since we saw missiles coming. He told his supervisor it was a problem in the system. He knew that a few missiles wouldn't be enough to take out the entire Soviet nuclear arsenal. Had it been somebody else on duty, a man who had just followed orders billions of lives would have been lost. A lot of people would have never been born. He barely got any credit for it."
"Yes...his is a tragic tale..." The Russian gang boss said to Ivan and Vasily. "But you can see how despite what atrocities may have been committed by our old government in the past, this still shows us to be more moral than the United States. Where as the United States nuked Japan twice."
"Yes but they saved us having to invade Japan so I'm not going to fault them for that," Vasily stated. "Maybe Napoleon was right about not fighting us in the winter but on the other hand I wouldn't want to fight the Japanese in the summer either."
Markovich stated, "Either way, every other country in the world can more or less claim moral superiority to the US in that regard. In the days of the cold war we were the ones who dared to stand up to American tyranny..." He sighed. "I am old...my son does not believe what we do. And he is now contending with me for my own family name. But I still am a patriot. Our country may be in the hands of a moron now, but we still owe loyalty to the motherland even if we don;t to him."
He then turned to Ivan. "I do not know who but there is an IAA agent who is aware of our operations. I want you to find them and take them out before we proceed any further. As for as America knows i am just a former KGB agent and current Bravta. Let them think this...we have a limited window to act..."
Ivan nodded. "Sure thing. We will take care of it..."
Meanwhile
Without him realizing it, Mai had bugged Ivan's cell phone so she was hearing every word. My God...She realized. Markovich is the leader of their sleeper cell.
Paul
From his place on death row he had made a friend. The man's name was John Fuentes. Like Paul, John was biracial. He came from a white father of Spanish descent and a Filipina mother. Both were citizens in the country but only his mother was of the Tagalog ancestry. Over the last month or so, they had talked a lot. John was about Paul's height maybe just an inch shorter. He had light brown skin that was a bit pale for a Filipino but by no means did he look white. His hair was black and in a buzz cut. He had generally friendly looking eyes. The thing he and Paul bonded over was the fact that both of them had gotten shit for being mixed. Both by whites and blacks despite being half white themselves. Yet like Paul with his people, John was accepted by his. All though unlike Paul, few of his mother's people were ever as tall as John.
He was on death row because of when he lost his virginity to a hooker named Crystal Harris . She had been working the streets for about six months and had a mean meth addiction. They had tried some together and she ended up overdosing. When her pimp found her, a rough looking black guy from Strawberry, he had tried to beat him to death only John ended up getting the upper hand and ended up beating the pimp to death. When the cops arrested John both for murder, possession of an illegal substance and negligent homicide, he had told his lawyer that it had been her shit. This was the truth. But as it turned out, the girl had been the runaway daughter of a San Andrean state senator, Warren Harris from the capital who had two other daughters but he was a strict Republican and he had used his influence since John and his family were poor and because she had been on the street, he had, according to John arranged it so one of the best lawyers would be prosecuting John's case and make it a conspiracy murder charge. He even got one other street walker that had worked with the man's daughter to say that she had seen John acting as the right hand of the deceased pimp.
The story she painted was that John had worked with Curtis the pimp and had occasionally sampled the goods and they had a fight over the woman. They'd fought and he killed him. It was portrayed to be about whether or not Crystal should be allowed to leave and go back home. In reality, Crystal had wanted no such thing. It didn't help that a few nights before, John had beaten a man up who was a trick that had gotten rough with Crystal. He'd actually been arrested on assault charges for that and other girls working for Curtis had seen this and testified to that. They'd also gotten other hookers to say that John had been the one to give Crystal the black eye she had the night she died. In reality, when John had beaten up the john that hd done that, not only had he not laid a hand on her, as a reward of gratitude, she had sex with him that night. However, the hookers under pressure from Senator Harris's people also said that he had never paid for sex and instead coerced Crystal.
It also didn't help that he had been heard by other hookers saying he would "Kill that motherfucker" The next time he touched Crystal. Even if the prosecution had made it seem like it was a financial dispute between partners, that showed motive for pre meditated murder which otherwise might have just gotten him a second degree or manslaughter charge. The fucked up part was he had said it even if he could never kill anybody on purpose, he had said it. At most he would have beaten Curtis but he had not meant to kill him. Unlike a lot of the other shit the prosecution had cooked up this was't one of them and it had been the nail in his coffin.
He'd ended up with a charge of murder in the first degree, negligent homicide and possession of a controlled substance
The way Paul had listened to the Filipino American tell about what had happened to him, he wondered if the twenty two year old was in love with Crystal. Paul was pretty sure he was. They were playing chess. John moved his Bishop and said, "Check..." Paul leaned in and said, "Hey what would you say to getting outta here? You don't want to be here either right and you don't want to let the state kill you right?"
The Filipino said, "Bro, don't say that...I'm trying to get my case appealed still..."
"Look, I'm just speaking in hypotheticals...if I could get us out of here would you want me to? You know you'll never see the light of day the legal way. Senator Harris is a fag. He loves seeing people get executed. Bible thumping motherfucker..."
"Well I thought you wanted to die?" Asked John. "Well, I do and I don't...if I can get outta here I will.. If not... I die next year anyway. Point is I aint doing all day like a lot of the other comaradas on the main line. No fucking way. Death is better than life inside."
"I hear ya bro but what choice do we got? Like you said Harris is crooked and he has money. You and me are just two broke nobodies..."
"Yes or no bro...if you don't want outta here that's fine...me I don't wanna spend another minute here..."
"It's not that bad...we get cable, ice cream, snacks..."
"We could do that on the outside too, homes..." John sighed. "Look, lets not talk about it now besides the row has a higher security than a lot of other places. If you got a real plan my answer is...maybe. But for now, let's put that aside."
"Works for me..." Paul said. John looked at the chess board. "It's your move..."
Paul looked at the pieces and thought both regarding the game and the next step, This I know...
Alright so this is a shorter chapter cause it's about all I had time for but the next one will be super long me and Zilla got huge updates coming up so stay tuned for now this was more of a flashback chapter and sadly we have to say goodbye to Amalia the girl that Paul danced with at that party and seemed to be hitting it off with. I had Patrick kill her as retaliation for the previous attack Neto and Mai arranged against him but what's more he's actually blaming Mark for it.
While that saying Nobody Praying For Me alone is not good enough to convict any of the BSU members from New Arcadia it is enough to point the finger in their direction. This is a little bit before what we got coming but after the hacking
As for Mai and Ivan, that was another twist I wanted to reveal she hasn't stopped spying on him she's just trying to do it without him knowing plus with old man Markovich, being the guy giving Ivan and Vasily their orders is the other thing so Mai's time spying on Ivan, Neto hasn't all been for nothing. She also knows that Markovich knows an IAA agent is aware of them as Ivan hasn't dimed her out to the Russian mob but unknowingly Markovich is basically asking Ivan to rub Mai out.
Okay so the hash stuff and Lester cuffed to a bed was based on the Hash selling episodes from Weeds when they ended up being in an upscale Hotel in Seattle. If you haven't seen that show I can tell you it's honestly not worth getting into. But it was a fat guy in the show and I could see Lester being caught up in something like that.
As for Shep he is based on his character of the same name in Fargo and that's what that scene was taken from with him knocking a pimp out assaulting the escort and strangling the john with the belt the John in this case being Steve Buschemi. Somebody on the youtube comments section said a black man in North Dakota thats rare but Fargo is in Fargo Minnisota not ND and pus the Native character Shep Proudfoot is from Minniaplois so it's not unheard of and then somebody else wrote still no match for the suppressed rage of the Red man i had to laugh at that. I Rage sure but idk about suppressed. Also it is pretty funny seeing Steve Buschemi's naked ass getting flung across the room like a rag doll.
And also the scene with him in the wood chipper was also from Fargo. No I have not seen the show only the movie.
As for the Canadian locations this is just in case anybody forgot.
Shadow Point is based on Point Douglass
Also Kebec is based on Quebec, Kakhnawake is based on Kahnwake since i changed and edited.
Terento is Toronto
Winipek is based on Winnipeg, Canada as Winnipeg is derived from Winnipek the Cree word for muddy waters. Manitou is based on Manitoba sâskwatôn is based on both Saskatoon the capital of Saskatchewan and Saskatchewan itself. Often times with states and provinces you have the cities just named the same as the state. Kansas City, Oregon City, Jersey City etc.
Skanadario is the basis for Ontario which in our language family means Beautiful Water where as the Huron word it's actually based on is Ontari'io which is a Huron word for Great Lake but it sounds too close to the real thing. and Kebec is Quebec since Kebec is the Cree way to say it and where the word comes from.
Victoria is based on Alberta Canada.
Also Mack The Knife by Bobby Darrin seemed an appropriate song to kill somebody to. All tghough Cinemasins or possibly gamer sins would sin me for saying all villainns like either classical or big band music cliche. But thats the thing about cliches everything in story writing is a cliche there's no way around that it's just a matter of if it's wel executed or poorly.
As for John, the friend Paul made on death row let's just say he's based on a real person I organized with in Occupy. It's also true he went through the discrimination I taled about cause like mes hes mixed. Anyway, as far as death row inmates go each weekday morning, weather permitting, they can go outside for two hours in the penned-in areas behind their cells. One other inmate can join them, and they can toss a basketball or soccer ball back and forth.
They're allowed televisions in their cells as long as they purchase them and pay the cable bills, which most do.
Twice each year they can have their personal photos taken in case they want to mail them out for Father's Day and the Christmas season.
They can place collect phone calls.
And there are periodic ice cream, snack and soda sales in the unit, which are that's it for now stay tuned cause the next chapter of Zilla's story and mine is gonna be intense.