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.

63. House Warming

Paul

Bad First Impression

2012

They arrived in East Teranto for the meeting with the Chinese Gangsters. Paul, Chogan, Little Joe, Ray, Dawn, Aila as well as Danny Sleepingbear and Natalie Littlewolf were there. They had weapons in Chogan's truck but as a just in case thing they had Handguns on them. It was enough to defend themselves if things went bad but it was not so much that it would cause a shootout. The Triad convoy showed up. A dark blue Willard, a gray Sentinel, a silver Karuma and a gray Zaibatsu car. The first man had a short haircut and a serious face, yellowish brown kin and sunglasses. He stood six feet tall and wore a dark gray suit and black slacks. "I'm Sun Lun Fat. This is Liúmáng..." He referred to the man on his right a Chinese man with long black hair and eyes that were with an upward shape to them. He was middle aged and had a ruthless look to him. He wore a black leather jacket over a black t shirt and black jeans. "And this is Ja Goi..." He was referring to a man on his left with jet black long hair skin of a pale yellowish hue that stood five foot eleven clearly of Northern Chinese descent as opposed to Liúmáng who was Southern Chinese as he had darker skin.

Behind them near their cars were five bodyguards. All armed with MP5's just in case. Just then, a truck pulled up. It was a Mule. The Jamaicans had arrived. Ox was there and he opened up the back and two men got out in addition to Cedric who was with them. The man that had gotten out was a dark skinned Jamaican with dread locked hair tied back and he had stunner shades on and wore a white crisp t shirt under a pufy black jacket and he wore baggy blue jeans. A conservative mind might have judged his style of dressing but it actually was cold here.

The other man in the back of the truck to the surprise of Paul was Shep. "I thought you were hanging back for this one?" He asked. "It's true that it is hot for me right now but as much as my baby bro has done well, a deal of this magnitude, i can't let it go down without a hands on approach from me. At least the first time around. So I got a ride from these guys. It's the last place the police would expect to find me."

"Sheppard. You honor us with your presense!" Stated Sun Lun. "Who are these men? I'm aqquianted with Ox and I know the rest of the Storm Posse. But the rest of these men and women?"

"Forgive my manners. This is my brothers Chogan and Josep, that's Aila, Dawn, Natalie, Danny, and Ray. And this is Paul from Liberty City."

"Actually, I'm from up here. Just live in Liberty City."

This didn't sit well with Liúmáng. "You said nothing about out of towners!"

"Hey, relax. He maybe a glass half full or half empty kinda Warrior..." Paul glared at him for what he was implying. "But he's with us. Besides, aren't you from outta town? I did time in the Mountan with enough Tong guys to know a Guangzhou accent when I hear it."

The man glared at him. "You are a wanted fugitive and you are meeting us to conduct a heroin deal and you have a soldier from out of town. Are you stupid?"

Sun Lun told him, "Liúmáng, calm down! You are not the Dai Dai Lo here."

He turned to Shep and to Ox. ""But who's that guy, there?" He asked. The man who had ridden with Shep was the man he was asking about. "Dats da other mon who runs me hotel..." Ox said. "Blacka...

"Hey you mentioned him before..." Chogan remembered. "Why wasn't it him we met at the hotel?"

"It was an emergency. Da pigs arrested him for saying he matched da description of a robbery suspect. He's my other money man besides Cedric but he likes to get his hands dirtier just like me. Da pigs saw da error of der way when it turned out to be some Haitian fresh off the boat that did it."

Shep said, "Enough with the chit chat. Are we gonna get down to business?"

The Jamaicans handed the Chinese a suitcase full of money. The Triads handed over their own briefcase which had ten kilos of China White. Ox testedout the heroin. "Alright we're good..." He went to shake the hand of Sun Lun but Sun Lun bowed instead. The Black Carribbean did the same out of respect for the custom. Paul noticed the Chinese gangster that had a problem with him before staring hard at him. "The fuck are you looking at? You got a problem?"

Shep directed Paul away. "Let's not create one, man. Let's go..."

They started back for their truck. They went around the corner and saw several police officers with Handgins and Shotguns drawn on them as well as a few with Carbine Assault Rifles. "Drop the suitcases!" The first officer, a Caucasian with blonde hair that was graying in his mid forties said, a man with wrinkled skin standing five nine and gray eyes. "Nice shoes..." Stated Danny as he looked at the shoes the cops were wearing which were boots unusual to that of what a cop would be wearing.. "Wait a minute...these fuckers aint cops!" Screamed Shep who pointed his Sig P226 into the chest of the officer who had tried to shake them down and he pulled the trigger. Two gunshot wounds formed like red cherries on his chest and he fell over. Another fake cop yelled, "Kill em all!"

"These motherfuckers are Dead Beats!" Shouted Dawn. She fired striking one in the face with a shot just under the man's nose from her Glock 19. Paul wasted no time either, firing five rounds into the nearest Angel he saw, a darker skinned one this time of Greek descent. He shot the man before taking his Remington as he fell and he racked it and fired at the next cop. "What the fuck!" Screamed Danny as he let off six shots with his Beretta 92. "I'm so tired of these goddamn Dead Beats! Don't they have anything better to do?!"

A First nations man in a police uniform wearing Cree Tribal police duds yelled, "On the ground now!" Chogan shouted back, "Do you think we're stupid?! You might be one of us but we're not the same band. You aint no cop and you can't arrest us even if you were!" He fired striking the man three times in the chest. Aila took a shotgun off a deceased Angel as well and fired striking another First Nations man pretending to be a cop. "You IC fuckers are stupid! You're defending Angels. That's like siding with the cavalry!"

"No its not!" Yelled one of the Indian Clique rivals. "The army is the law and they cracked down on us and our laws. We live outside the law. How you gonna tell me anything about history, stupid ho?"

The man was hit twice in the chest by a shot from Ox. As the IC member dropped to his knees, Sheppard got behind him and broke his neck. Some of the fake cops had started to attack the Triads as well to the east and they were engaged in a firefight. One of the Chinese gang members was dropped by rounds from an Angel carrying an M4. Sun Lun returned fire with his own G18 and struck him in the right eye killing him instantly. Danny took two rounds in the right shoulder from an Angel with greasy blonde hair and a blonde beard that covered up pimples but just barely. He cried out in pain and returned fire with his own pistol and struck the man in the gut.

Just then, one IC member got Chogan on the ground holding him down with the help of an Angel. "Nice braids..." The IC member growled. "Real rezed out. But when you have hair that long, it's real easy to grab..." He held Chogan's hair out pulling it hard while the Angel cut it off with a pocket knife. "NOOOOOO! GET OFF ME!" He screamed.

The Angel was about to try and slit Chogan's throat but came under fire by the Warriors as did the Angel and they had to run to not get shot. Chogan's eyes were filled with tears holding his lopped off braids in his hands. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" They had done it on purpose. Everybody knew a First Nations man's hair was important to him. Little Joe helped him up to his feet. "Come on, dog...it'll grow back!"

Aila pointed her shotgun in the man's face and said, "Bro, either wash your face, see an epedermist or I'll have to pop them for ya..." She pulled the trigger at his chin blowing his way away and his skull in half making him look sort of like his skull had been a couch that had a pull out bed inside it and the insides of his face was that pull out bed. His tongue was ripped to ribbons and stuck down the back of his throat.

She fired t another India Clique goon and left his face in the same way. . Between the Yardies and the Triads, the remaining Angels and IC members were killed all except one. There was a wounded Angel lying on the ground with five rounds in his back from Natalie. The lesbian female gang member had also laid out several more Angels, five in total plus four IC members. Danny whispered in Sheppard's ear and he chuckled. He grabbed a wounded IC member, the one who had taken Chogan's braids. He had three rounds in his stomach courtesy of Ray. He pulled the wounded Angel that Natalie had shot. "Alright..." Instructed Sheppard. "Now, listen Mr. Fort Indian. I want you to stick your tongue up his ass."

"W...what...?"

"You dishonored my brother. Cut his braids off. Rivals or not Indians aint supposed to do that shit to each other. I'd expect it from a moniyâw like him..." He said kicking the Angel in the back earning a cry. "But you? That could only happen with you kissing the Angels ass. Apples like you got your tongue and your nose so far up the moniyâw's ass. So now it's time to do it for real."

"Hell no...man! I aint doing it!"

"What are ya, Sheppard, a batty boy?" Demanded Ox. "This is sick shit, mon. We need to get out of here before the law gets here. The Triads got a suitcase full of money and we've got smack, dead bodies and guns we aint meant to have."

Sheppard ignored the Jamaican gang leader and told the IC member, "You'll do it. Or I'mm cut your balls off and put it in his mouth and I'll cut his dick and balls off and put em in yours. Your choice, buddy boy. Hairy asshol or hairy balls..." The IC and Angel whimpered as he did this. Sheppard and Danny both laughed sadistically as did Chogan who kicked the IC member in the side. He tried to take his tongue out but Danny clubbed him saying, "Who told you, you could move, bitch?"

Finally, Sheppard asked Paul for his Shotgun. "Why not use your own gun?"

"Paul, you know I don't trust you fully right. But let me ask you this. Do you hate Dead Beats? And any low life rez dog stupid enough to be their friends?"

"You know I do..." Sheppard grinned. "Good boy. That's what I like to hear. Now gimme the fuckin shotgun so we can go home!" He did as he was told. Sheppard laughed and said, "Now as that saying goes with white washed Indian scouts...those self hating low lives that kill their own people for the white man? I always used to say your tongue is so far up the peckerwood's ass I don't know where his ass ends and your mouth begins. But now I remember..." He aimed the shotgun and the Angel screamed, "NO!" He fired obliterating the IC members skull. Bits and pieces of the man's skull as well as his tongue and pieces of teeth and the rounds all launched up into the Angels ass. He bled to death dying painfully screaming as the projectile of the blast had not only gone straight to his colon and out his dick, his scrotum was also sliced open by pieces of the IC member's broken teeth. He died whimpering like a wounded animal.

Sheppard turned to Ox. "I know your reputation. You don't like to be insulted or played with. I suggest you do the same thing with me. Even though the way you guys talk is funny, I know what that means. And while I aint no faggot, I just come fresh from the joint and in there you call a man punk, bitch or faggot, you fight or you're marked."

He put the barrel of the shotgun an inch from his face causing the Jamaicans to draw on him and the Warriors to draw on them. "Ya kill me, my boys kill you."

And mine kill yours. But I've been living in a place where every day was potentially the last day. I'm willing to take that leap of faith. How about you, Ox?"

"I got better things to do with my time. We got paid. You should be thanking me...I took your crew on even after what happened at the Hotel. Repairs are going to cost me a lot and it's going to take a lot of PR damage control to keep guests still willing to stay there."

Blacka, the Yardie who had been silent the whole time said, "Ya got us into dis mess with the Angels. Don't make us an enemy too."

"Hey,...you were enemies inside. But this is the streets. No reason we can't work together again..." Shep then removed the shotgun from the gang leader's face. "Just don't insult me again. It's bad business manners between partners. You've been in this business and laundeing long enough so I think you KNOW that."

"Fine den. Your methods are unusual but I apologize. Now can you shut the fuck up and meet us at our other Hotel? We got one on the West Side of town. We'll text you the address."

2014

Ivan

Et, Tu, Brutus?

He arrived at Markovichs place. The old man was sitting at the bar. "Baba Yaga my friend. Come! Sit down...have a drink!"

Ivan did as he was told. He sat next to the mob boss. "Tell me...after all these years...even though we both know he is imprortant to our cause...why haven't you given up on this? Many other agents that did what we did they went into the Security Service or they retired. You see, you Ivan, if you are a caveman, I am a dinosaur, no?"

Ivan chuckled and said, "I'm not going to answer that. If I say no, I'm contradicting my boss. If I say yes I'm calling you a dinosaur."

"It's fine...we must be honest with who we are. It's a new and uncertain world. And you're no more welcome in it than I am. You're as much of a relic...a reminder of a past the Americans would rather forget as I am. But you didn't answer my question."

"I don't need a reason bigger than he is my father, do I? Of course I want him free. I may not believe in everything I once believed when I first became a part of this but...he deserves to be free. My father is guilty of nothing that the United States government hasn't done. And I have not seen him since I was young. I would like him to see what his own children are up to. Me and Elizabeth and Paige. He has a right to know. Mother...she didn't make it but she would be proud of them."

"I see...and you? Would she be proud of you do you think?"

"You knew her as well..."

"Yes but I am asking the question!" Ivan sighed. "She would be. But probably not for the right reasons. I think when they both did what they did they hoped that they would win the war. And right many of the wrongs we saw in their own lifetime. Desite this, I'm sure they'd both be glad of what Paige and Henry made of themselves but me...they'd be proud of the fact that I want to serve the country but they wouldn't be happy that I have to. If this makes sense?"

"Maybe she would/..maybe not. Nothing can ever really be perfect, no? These Americanskys they want everything to be perfect. They believe in fairy tale endings more than Medieval Europe. But life can be as good as it gets. That's the best we can hope for. I have this house...and an army...a family...I had a love of my life once too..."

"You don't speak much of her..." Noticed Ivan. "I don't at all...not around you. Grisha...he holds this against me. You know...I tried to give him the best life as possible. You try to give better life than you had. He never spent time in gulag. You would think nobody in KGB ever would. But sometimes when you are deep undercover you have to go even the worst places. I didn't want that for him."

"Why didn't you remarry?"

"Ah...i would say you kids today don't understand romance but this is no more true for you than it is with my generation. People get married. If they're lucky they grow old together until death do them part. But then...sometimes the one you love dies. I used to sleep around, ten, fifteen years after my Irina was gone. But then I stopped. I denied myself my needs because I realized...I would never replace her. It's not about finding the best woman in the world. It's about finding the best woman in the world for you. And I realized that since it was not love that I found with these other women, it was just the physical...it would have cheapened what me and her had. When you've had love of that magnitude, going back to sleazy bar sluts just doesn't cut it. Some people marry more than one woman. This is fine for them. Others just remarry. Me...I don't want to find anybody else. I am an old man. Old by the standards of this country and mine. Even older when you consider the lifestyle we live. So I know I don't have many days left. I only hope I can spend the rest of my days rebuilding ur empire, my family's legacy. Making our nation return to its state of glory...and the defeat of the Americans...I don't know that I'll be around to see it. Probably not. But no empire lasts forever. You may not even see it but you have a better chance than me. If we can even get the worldwide revolution started and I live to see this...that is enough for me."

He turned to Ivan. "This woman from Davis...do you love her?"

"I don't know for sure. I do like her though and we care about each other. She saved my life. Maybe I do. But maybe I don't know what love is. maybe everybody's definition is different and nobody can really describe what it is..."

"That's nonsense. You know. You feel it inside..."

"Why should it matter to you? I know how guys like you and your son look down on this sort of thing. Vasily understands...all though he looks down on Sugar for only one thing. The fact that she believes in God. But that she can control. Grisha looks at what she can't control."

"It's not that he considers her less, just different. Why is it that people who could and should be allies always must sleep together? Why can we not just fight alongside each other based on a common goal? We have our ways they have theirs...but...I don't feel as strongly about this as Grisha does believe it or not."

"No?"

"No. Once upon a time, I saw them as just Chorny's myself. Weaklings too pathethic to fight their own battles. I saw the 1960's and their so called rebellions. I considered it weak compared to the October Revolution..."

"Yes but I think you know they didn't have the same kind of guns the Bolshevik's had."

"No, they had better guns. Look at Greenwood in the midwest and Rosewood in the south. This was decades before the 60's. They could have gone all the way. Think about this. The United States military sent 1/4 of their forces just to try and handle 22 Apaches when Geronimo was around. When he escaped the Turkey Creek reservation he had about thirty warriors maybe slightly more. Those were tough men. And the men that fought back in Greenwood and Rosewood were also tough. it doesn't matter what kind of odds you are facing. You have to fight or they will roll over you."

"So then what changeed your mind about the 'chorny's'?"

"I was abroad. I went to South Africa. Met the brave warriors in the ANC. I assisted people in the Bush War to the north. Those were brave dealt with their enemies. So I changed my mind. Also reading about the LS Riots changed my mnd too. I'm aware I might have ben pulled from my own car but then again, maybe not. I'm not the kind of man that is friendly to law enforcement myself. And as brutal as the LSPD was in those days, none of them could go against me one on one. But it does not matter now."

"What about her religious beliefs. Baptist. Do you share Vasily's view on this as well?"

"I thought I did. For a long time there would have been no question about it. But then i realize if there is no God I may never see my Irina again. Maybe that's a selfish thing to think of. And maybe it's cowardly to hope for beyond this for one person. But even while i spent so many years serving the Soviet Union, the Orthodox church never went away. And sometimes on missions I had to sit in on some of the semons at churches in Moscow. Some of them were good. We were taught to believe that the Orthodox church had been a weapon of the Czar used to control the people for the longest time. That's the mentality Comrade Lenin had about it. But then over time, I saw we became some of what we opposed. We became the oppessive authority. And the church became the oppressed. So...you Ebeneezer Baptists and the Orthodox church may be different in many ways but they have the faith in the same man. And just as it's wrong to persecute those for not believing what you do and using church to control the masses, it's just as wrong to try and force people to be atheist."

"Am I hearing you correctly? Comrade Markovich, you patriotism is well known and famous. Even enemies of the KGB after it was done believed you do care about our home. Even Kenny Petrovic couldnt deny you this. So you are having the same doubts about whether what we did is right, yes?"

"Listen..." Markovich said. "I'm not saying that putting so many people in a gulag was right. I'm not saying the killings and the starvation is right either. But I do understand that you still have to put country before yourself. And sure, maybe a lot of people were freezing because of how much we had to put into the arms race. But they have to understand that if America had nuked us, none of that would have mattered. STarvation would be the least of anybody's worries. There is a lot aboutour home I take pride in, Ivan. We had more female scientists decades ago than the United States does today. We defeated Nazi Germany. Not them! "

"After they betrayed us when Stalin made a deal with them..." Ivan said dryly.

I'll use an example since you were born in the US of A," Continued the older mob boss and ex KGB agent. "If a basketball game is going on and you are playing against a tough enemy and you've been neck and neck for most of the game but then you start to get ahead of the opposing team and then one man who has sat on the bench for most of the game comes in to relive some of your more tired team mates and he scores many baskets against the enemy before you make the final shot of the game, just one of many you've made against your rival, but the most important one, tell me Baba Yaga. Team effort aside, who really is the one who won the game? The man who was in it from the start and played hard no matter how bad his muscles hurt no matter how tired he was and wanted to quit, he kept going or the rookie who comes in and makes some lucky, even good and effective shots but still isn't th one to make game point?"

"You have a good point there, drog. I have no counter argument. I just can't condone all the starvation and mass executions."

"Maybe a lot of it was not justified but in times of war, can you really say that a traitor should not be executed? Obviously not all who were killed for treason deserved it but you also cannot tell me that there was not a single person executed for treason that wasn't a traitor. For all those who did betray the motherland and gave secrets to the west, wouldn't they also be responsible for some of the death of those innocents as well? I'm willing to admit I've killed people who don't deserve it. I admit it. I know you do too. But would those true traitors, whether they be caught or not, ever admit that by their own actions, they got more innocents killed too? Every trade secret given to the US was another advantage they had. That means we had to spend more money to catch up to them and mre people freeze more people wait in bread lines," He took another shot of Vodka and a puff off the Cuban cigar he was smoking. "Everbody likes to point to Russia and China and Noth Korea and Camodia. Our failures. Cuba and Venezueila too. But what about the number of deaths the United States causes? What about Great Britain and Israel and France? What because these are more 'proggresive and diverse' countries this makes their own killing okay? What of Saudi Arabia? They are a rich country but they are whores of the west and they have human rights violations that makes the Soviet Union look like paradise."

Ivan sighed. "To be honest, we should just admit to ourselves even if we advocate for Communism worldwide, that some Soviet leaders were better than others. Lenin was good man at least he had good intentions. So was Gourbechov. Stalin, not so much. We're just like any other country we've had good and bad leaders. And as much as we would like to pretend otherwise with what we were taught, the thing that made Russia the mighty power before was the Czar's too even if the Soviet Union had more territory, whatever we gained from the revolution and took for ourselves in power would not have been possible if the Empire had not been might and rich and powerful to go against."

Markovich stood up. "Good conversation! Please excuse. Nature calls..."

Before long, Grisha came in. He had the bartender get him a Vodka as well. "How is things, Ivan Azarov?" He asked. "Just fine, Grisha Markovich. And you?"

Just then, Vasily arrived in a panic. He had blood on his face and his lapel suit was tattered his hair had blood and brain matter. "Drug, chto s toboy sluchilos'?"

"Troubled. I was remembering Andrei. I treated him very badly. And he still gave his life for me. Your Covenant Avenue girlfriend, she saved your life. The reasons why are obvious enough. But Andrei, iI gave him no reason to save my life."

He drank his own booze and Ivan replied, "I'd be lying if I said you weren't a dick to him but you've turned it around. Andrei was loyal. In our line of work we're supposed to be but not many people are. Maybe this is what his death can mean to you. A chance to start fresh."

"Maybe so. But I know Kenny Petrovic is out there. You killed the man who killed Andrei. So I can't even do that much for him. But what I can do is kill the man who sent him. Kenny Petrovic. Even when we were on somewhat good terms in 2008, I hated that man."

He pulled out a picture from his cell phone and showed it to Ivan. "Do you know who these two men are?" There was a picture of a rather handsome and rugged man with blonde hair and a big grin standing well over six feet tall built like a footballl player wearing a red Soccer jersey and white shorts. Next to him was a Caucasian male with darker brown hair an inch or so shorter dressed similiar. He had a brown mustache and beard and his smile was not as big in terms of his mouth but there was a twinkle in his eyes. "These are my younger brothers. That's Yegor on the left and Matvei on the right. The shorter one."

"I've never seen pictures of them before, no. This is surprising since you'd think there would be."

"Not the way my father grieves. You see back in 2008, after some Serbian punk blew up one of Kenny Petrovic's garages and killed his son on Mikhail Faustin's orders, there was a lot of gunfire exchanges between our two families before Kenny made the deal that Faustin would die. We had a shootout at Hove Beach before this. In two diffeent places. After the Serbian killed Lenny Petrovic, we hit some of their men at the diner in Broker just off Mohawk avenue. Me, Yegor and Matvei. We each killed one of them. i was built for this life but those two...not so much. They were more into Football. The real Football not American. But three days later, one of Faustin's men shot Yegor in the back of the head when he was driving home on a date with his girlfiend. He didn't die right away. The shooter tried to shoot her as well so that there would be no witnesses. It's funny..." Grisha said looking down in sorrow. "He had a bullet in his face yet he had enough strength to shield her body as the man fired seven more shots. He took another in the back of the head. The bullets did not go through him because they were hollow point."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Grisha..." The Russian gangster replied staring down at the ice in his glass of Jerkov. "So me and Matvei tried to get the men we knew did it. There was another shootout, this time at Memory Lanes. We fired on each other. Me, my father, Matvei, we all fired on Faustin's men and we almost killed him. We killed all the men with him except Faustin and one of his bodyguards. My father only killed one out of the five men. He hit the man who just happened to have killed Yegor. So he got revenge. The bodyguard was with with Faustin shot Matvei twice in the chest with a .50 Desert Eagle to cover his bosses escape. I think maybe after this time, you were not there, right?"

"No, I wasn't. Around that time I had some business in Philedalphia I had to take care of. But it was on your father's orders. Some drug dealing kingpin that he decided had to be rubbed out."

"After that rat Rascalov made a deal that Faustin would be eliminated by the same man who killed his son, we were not to make a move on them again. But when I saw the man that had killed my brother, i shot him anyway. He survivedand had to do physical therpy for six months before he could walk again. This was some time after the Serbian was set up by Dmitri. But by going after him, I violated this peace. This caused problems with my father and Keny of course. By the time Dmitri s eliminated any chance of there being any continued peace died with him. So we fought Petrovic for the streets of Broker and we lost. And we had to retreat. Now I know by that time, you were back in Russia..."

"Why do you keep bring up me being in Russia?"

"Because if I had known you then, we might have been able to defeat Petrovic. My father certainly wasn't man enough to deal with him. They are both cowards. Kenny is a coward for having the Serbian avenge could have had the man brought to his front door gift wrapped but he chose to let the murderer get justice. And my father...sure he got to avenge one son but where was my vengance for Matvei? All I got was an attempted killing. So what is justice? Two sons for the price of one? Kill one get one free? Except the one who's free goes free?"

"I think you're mixing your English idioms up, Grisha..."

"it does not matter! How would you feel if one of your two siblings had been murdered by the IAA? You see i hate the Petrovic Family as much as you hate them. And what if your father had allowed you to avenge one but not the other? Only the catch is you didn't get to avenge one only he did. Why is it just on the father to do this? He NEVER considered how it was for me. And now, what? I'm supposed to be grateful because i am to inherit this empire when he's gone? You know...in the old days of kings, they often didn't name a successcor until after death. Because when that person learned he would inherit the kingdom he would kill the leader to make it happen that much sooner."

"Interesting story. I'm the one who told you that," Ivan reminded him. "So what are you telling me? You would betray your father?"

"What I am telling you is this...YOU have a better chance of being the boss when he's gone than i or Vasily! You think that old fool would let me be in charge? It doesn't matter I'm his oldest son. Maybe it;s his delusions that he must protect me still. Or maybe it's that he doesn't think I can handle it. Or maybe he still holds it against me that i acted against the phony peace andd he resents me for it but he knows that is what he wanted to do all along. You and me? We shouldn't even be having this conversation in Los Santos. We should be having it in Broker. And we would if not for his stagnant leadership."

"Grisha, Petrovic is the enemy. i understand you are upset at the loss of Andrei. i am too. He was my friend. But you are also my friend. We are standing together in this strange city where we're not as powerful as we would be in Liberty City. That is a positive thing. And your father may not be a perfect leader but who is? He's still helping me find my father."

"Come on. You were in intelligence a long time. You should know when you're being strung along. I could help you too. It is true father has been looking into it on your behalf but he's still thinking about it like a Soviet agent and not like Bravta. There is places he may not think to look. i can help you with this."

"How so?"

"Well...for one...you may want to consider Latin America. It's true the Americans have black sites all over the world. You know, I brokered this alliance we have with the Covenant Avenue gangsters. And me and father both had a hand in an alliance with the Tiny Psychos. But what about his deal with the Madrazos? Martin Madrazo. Everybody knows that the IAA have their hands in the cartels's business. They have since the 1980's. Do you think Martin would be at the top of the cartel food chain if his friends in the Agency didn't want it that way?"

"No, probably not. So what are you saying? We should go after Madrazo?"

"In a matter of speaking, yes. Think about it...your former friend the Saint of Death was involved with the Madrazos. You could ask him except...i know you have problems with him now too. But it is an angle. Just because he got individually fucked over by the Madrazos does not mean that all the Aztecas or the other Latino gangs in Los Santos are out of the loop. Even his friends from his old neighborhood in Chiapas would have to still work with one cartel or another in order to survive."

Ivan turned to him. "He tried to kill me. He badly mutilated a friend. Are you honestly suggesting i still use him to get my father out?"

"Why not? He owes you that much. You both hate the US of A. A temporary alliance with him doesn't mean you can't just deal with him later. you wouldn't be betraying him. He picked his gang loyalty over his friendship with you. So your point about us standing together? I agree. I need you in case my father' leadership fucks us even in this war against Petrovic and you need me for more backup on the streets. The question is, do you have my back?"

"What do you mean? Of course."

"Okay. I just want to make sure. Because this thing with the Petrovic's will get worse before it gets better. i cannot forsee everything but i can tell you that much. We know this city better but they still have more men than we do since after Faustin, Rascalov and Bulgarin's remaining crew members are now under his leadership. Not only do we have to watch out for each other, we must solidify currently existing alliances and build new ones."

"Tell me..." Ivan asked. "This idea of alliances and the cartel...I get why we should remain friends with Covenant Ave. Same with the Psychos. But this cartel angle. And the cholos. What is it exactly you are suggesting we do?"

"If we cannot get cooperation from Madrazo when we apply the pressure to him regarding your father, we kill him. But in any case, the fallout we would have to deal with from that would be catastrophic unless we had another friend. Marabunta in Los Santos...you see Kenny Petrovic hasan understanding with them as opposed to the other south sider gangs. The Aztecas in Mexico work with the Madrazos. The Marabunta in Mexico is trickier. On the east coast, they take orders from El Salvador and they work with the Zero's cartel. So not only are the Aztecas their sworn enemy, the cartels the two enemies work with are enemies as well. But Marabunta in San Andreas falls under La Onda leadership and they work with Madrazo. That could change of course and while Marabunta in Mexico might take orders from their own leaders down there, they don't nessecarily take orders from El Salvador."

Ivan had heard Neto talk about this once. He had said that Marabunta on the west coast were loyal to the Chicano Mob but on the east coas they took orders from El Salvador and while the Aztecas on the east coast had a similiar deal going on, the leadership in El Salvador for Aztecas and that of La Onda while different, didn't have to nessecarily clash with each other the way it did for the west and east coast factions of Marabunta. With Mexico, on the other hand while Ivan did know there was Onda connections south of the border and certain individual Vago barrios had clout in Tijuana, he didn't know who the Mexican Marabunta factions took orders from.

Maybe it differed, maybe it was more localized as far as leadership went and maybe they had their own leadership from its prison systems. Because while Marabunta in Mexco did not automaticallly mean they were under Onda since paisa cliques of Marabunta and Azteca had somewhat different politics depending on states and cities from that of the San Andrean penal system, the whole deal of east coast Marabunta who despite having 13 in their names, still forbade Mexican membership in their cties which was unheard of now both in San Andreas in Mexico. It wouldn't make sense in mexico for El Salvadorans to try and forbid Mexicans from joining Marabunta. It was impossible there. He remembered Neto laughing and saying how retarded the ones in Virginia looked forbidding Mexicans yet still having the 13 in their name.

From what Ivan understood of this difference of the factions, it was more along the lines of being as though the Marabunta gangsters in El Salvador and the east coast were caught in a time lapse. They were doing what the original Marabunta had done in the 80s in terms of defiance against Mexican gangs except that when Marabunta was fighting other West LS gangs they weren't calling themselves 13ers on top of it.

"Okay..." Ivan said. "So what do you want to do? Work with the Zeros? This alliance with marabunta to use against the Aztecas if we have to...it doesn't work for us since Kenny is the one allied with them."

"Maybe not but you said yourself Neto is angry with you. You might be able to convince him to help us with this. Maybe we promise to let him kill Martin when it's done. if not, we can kill him and deal with Martin. But we would need to make it look like even to his own gang, it makes sense to let us rub out Neto and still make a deal with us."

"It sounds like a long shot. And even if I agree to that, and your father agreed to that, what about Mai?"

"What about her?"

"You know I accidentally injured her. Her father it turns out is one of the founders of the Da Nang could be a problem."

"Yes, that occured to me as well. But then the Da Nang Boyz in general are a problem. I am willing to back you up against them as well."

"Why?"

"Like I said we need each other. Besides, i think you are forgetting something else..." Grisha said with a slight smirk. "What?"

"The Psychos hate them. And i was with you. When you almost killed your friend. You said she betrayed you and Neto in some way but you wouldn't say how. Whatever. This is your business but if she is a problem for you, we can't have you distracted. And i take my share of the responsibity. I was in on that fight so we must deal with it together."

"You saved mark too...i forgot to say thank you."

"Yes well...if nothing else maybe that is one way I can pay Andrei back for saving me. He would not want his old chess friend killed. And Mark proved to be useful to us. I would trust him more easily than the Covenant men because he has been in this business longer, did over 20 years in prison and still did not inform on anybody."

"For a chorny you mean?" Ivan asked with accusing eyes. "Hey, I respect some. Ballers more than Families and veterans more than younger soldiers. You've got me wrong, my friend. I can trust their men to an extent. I have to deal with them. But their women irritate me. Your friend Paul, he seemed to get along with the women more and had problems with the men,no? But if you ask me he had it backwards. After all, if you want to make money, it's their men you must deal with and establish friendship with. Their women can't even get good deal on car."

"I guess..."

"But your friend Leondre, and while I wouldn't call him exactly a friend as I would Mark, was a business partner but he let feelings get in the way of things. Don't get me wrong. I completely understand his pain. Losing a brother. You are bound by blood to avenge him. But he fucked up by killing a child. I would have just killed the man himself who had done this."

"You expect me to believe that? I saw you assault a teenager."

"A teenager is large difference from grade school. And assaulting as opposed to shooting in the throat is also big difference. Besides, in that department, that's what you have more in common with him than me."

Ivan was about to say something back when Vasily burst in covered in blood. He had blood on his face and brain matter and bits of skull in his hair.

(Friend what the fuck has happened to you?)

"I was out making collections with three other men when an SUV pulled up firing on us. All three men were killed except me. I had my Handgun ready to shoot if they try to finish me off but i played dead. It was Petrovic's men. They're on the warpath."

Just then, Evgeny yelled, "There's cars coming from outside! They're outside the security gate!" He ran to the room where they kept their weapons in case anybody ever tried to ovverrun the Markovich estate. He took for himself a CZ-2000 Assault Rifle and Vasily was given a Wac-47. Grisha ran into the same room and grabbed an RB-12 shotgun. On the property, Markovich had about ten more bodyguards and they began arming themselves with various Assault Rifles, Shotguns and SMG's. "Come on!" Screamed Grisha. "On me!" Markovich came from the bathroom himself and grabbed an AK-47. "That fucking dog dares to come after us?!"

Grisha told him, "Father I told you for years we should have killed them all!" Markovich yelled back, "Now is not the time to say 'I told you so'! We must hold them off!" The rival Russian crew outside blew open the security gates and crashed through having blown it up with satchel charges. The ten bodyguards opened fire at the SUV's as they started to make their way up the hill but Ivan yelled, "Stop firing! Their vehicles are bulletproof! Wait for these assholes to get out!" They did but not befor parking in a defensive barricade style. Three Petrovic goons were mowed down instantly by the Markovich bodyguards but as they returned fire, many of them armed with Kalishnokov's, two Markovich boys fell dead the first a Caucasian male with long blonde hair in a ponytail with a beard and mustache about three inches in size wearing a red sports jacket and black slacks. The second was a man from Sibera originally with light brown skin and almond shaped eyes and tattoos all over his stood at five eight but after eight 7.62 rounds he was not standing at all.

Ivan took aim at a man who was six four with red hair in a crew cut that wore a dark brown suit. He fired striking him in the stomach having taken an AK-74. He struck the man with nine rounds and the man fell over clutching at his wounds. He was bleeding from his small intestines. He fired at the next man who came at him. He struck the man in the jaw and piece of his jaw bone was blown out and it also fragmented into little pieces of his right cheek. He aimed at the next three Russian gangsters coming towards them. He fired twenty five rounds and struck down the three of them. The first took five rounds in the left thigh and another in the knee cap. The next took seven in the chest and the third in the stomach with three rounds. The rest hit their bulletproof Granger.

Natasha came outside carrying the shotgun and she fired striking one of the Petrovic family members in the stomach blasting out a chunk of his midsection. Ivan was impressed. He had been under the impression that she was just a slut who liked fucking various men that worked for her father but she was helping too. She fired another shot blasting a Petrovic gangster in the right side of the face blowing out . His right eye was blown out. Even Igor the bartender had grabbed an SR-2 Veresk SMG. He fired spraying off all thirty rounds striking two Russians trying to get in. Ivan spotted one of them with an AK who fired at Ivan forcing him to cover back inside. Another Markovich gangster fell taking twelve rounds in the face leaving an ugly and messy sight as bits of bottom teeth on the right side of the mouth were blown all over. Markovich yelled, "Natasha?! What are you doing?!"

"I am not running and hiding just because I am female. I will help fight."

Vasily dropped two more men as they tried to get around the side and he yelled, "We don't have time to argue about this! If you're going to shoot then shoot but check your ammo..." He then noticed as Markovich shot two out of five gangsters he was trying to hit, that the man's drunken statte was making his aim terrible. "Besides, you are not shooting well in your state. Boss, you should hang back!"

"Nonsense! Cried out Markovich. "I can still fight!"

A heavy barrage of rounds forced them all to retreat inside. Grisha and his father took cover in a downstairs bathroom. They heard glass shatter. "Shit..." Stated Grisha as he fired and hit two of the men trying to come in. "They're invading from the back!"

Two more came through and Markovich fired his newely reloaded AK that he had just barely been able to do. He fired off twenty rounds and just barely winged one of the two men. Grisha finished him with a head shot and then' did the same to the other man. Markovich fired the last of the thirty round mag at more of them as they were now coming from upstairs. "You know father...this all could have been over six years ago..."

"This is not the time for your whining! Help your father load another! My hands are shaking..."

Grisha put his hand on the AK and did what he asked but he said, '"You know...I understand I've let you down in many ways. Drunken parties, orgies with supermodels, cocaine, when I should have focused on the empire...but you? You're older. Youre a leader. You should have finished Petrovic six years ago. You should have let me avenge Matvei...and most importantly..." Grisha pulled out a switchblade and he stabbed Markovich in the stomach to the old man's shock, his blue eyes lighting up in surprise. "You never should have shot me, father. Did you really think we could ever go back to being father and son after that?" He pulled the blade out and stabbed him again. Then he pulled it back out and plunged it into his stomach again gritting his teeth and he took the AK from him. he hit him with the blade two times more trying for his chest this time. "Look at you, father...drunk and loody. They're not just here to kill you. But me...and your daughter...who i might add, fucked Ivan...and all of your soldiers. How many more of us have to die because of your poor leadership?"

"You fucking...shit...I'll get you for this..."

"I'm not stabbing you to be leader, father...but that is one of the perks. You've let our empire run idle and we're wasting time on the west coast when we should be in Liberty City. I'm going after Kenny and I'm going after the man who killed Matvei...you will be the last casualty from this family i let them kill..."

"You can't possibly believe...this will work..."

He smiled and put the blade in the hand of one of the men he had shot after wiping his own prints from it but then let the blade fall as dead men had no grip. "They will if I try to save you..."

"Baba Yaga! I need help! My father is bleeding!" He helped him walk and Markovich tried to cry out in Russian but a round fro an MP5 struck him in the back of the left shoulder. The older man fell to the ground coughing up blood and he was unable to talk. "What happened?!" Demanded Ivan. "One of the Petrovic bastards! They got in close combat with father. In his drunken state he oly managed to wing him. The man dropped hs Rifle and stabbed him..i got got but not before he..." Ivan looked in the bathroom seeing his the deceased men that Grisha was referring then, the house shook and Ivan fell over hitting his head on the wall.

"Fuck!" He cried out. Vasily realized what was happening. "They're hitting us with Grenade Launchers! They're trying to destroy the house!" Igor ran forward with an AA-12 he'd gotten from the armory fitted with special rounds. As he hit one of the Russian gangsters in just the leg and the man caught on fire, Ivan was aware which kind they were. "Ty che blyad!" He screamed. (What the fuck!)

He fired striking another man in the chest killing him instantly as the rapid rounds hit his solar plexus. "I like tending bar here! i refuse to serve micro brews to hipster faggots from Mirror Park!" He fired and struck three more down while the remaining rounds hit their cars. Vasily advised, "Hey, drog, maybe you should take it easy, yes? Maybe a lower caliber shotgun until you can get used to this one?"

"No...I got just the thing for these piz'da's!" He reloaded but this time he choose explosive rounds in the weapon. "Let's see how well your bulletproof SUV's hold up now, Petrovic!" He fired and sure enough two exploded killing eight Petrovi goons. One of the Markovich bodyguards, a man in his early thirties was fiing a G36 to keep the enemies back and he dropped four men before reloading in cover. "Pakhan is hurt! We need to get a way for him to escape so you can get him to hospital!"

Seeing as Vasily was the member of the two spies in control of the support group as the concept of Underboss did not really exist in the Bravta yet he needed to put his mind to use somewhere, he worked in this position and Ivan was the security aspect of the two spies, right now, it was on them to get Markovich out alive. Grisha was the brigadier. Evgeny's role was to be the book keeper. The Shestyorka with the G36 tried to kill as man of the Petrovic goons as possible but no matter how many he hit, there seemed to always be more. The Bravta soldier had hit two more Petrovic soldiers who crawled weakly on the ground, riddled with rounds in the legs and back. "We will not let you take this mansion, assholes!" He screamed.

Just then, another grenade shell exploded and two more Petrovic soldiers went down the first had all the skin on his face blasted off revealing only a bloody red mess underneath and a grinning yet sceaming skull and bulging green eyes as his armless body smacked into one of the white pillars. The other man lost a leg and had his right testicle blown off. Evgeny had called in more backup and a few cars had arrived those that could get here in time.

"Why can't we call up Martin Madrazo for some backup?!" Screamed Evgeny. "He's not picking up his fucking phone!" Yelled Natasha. The Bravta soldier that had suggested they get Markovih out of there had cleared enough of a path for them to get out of there. "Baba Yaga! You are the meanest one here! Take the pakhan and get him some medical attention! I don'tt care if you take him to Mount Zonah and the cops ask him questions. It's better we lose him to prison than the grave! Besides he has lost much blood maybe when they ask him questions he will have deniability when they ask who shot him!"

Ivan put the unconscious older man on his shoulders and said, "I'm pretty sure the flaming house in the hills will give them some ideas as to what happened but i don't see any other option and thee's no time to arrange for a doctor anyway! Ah shit...I have maybe one idea! You cover me I will get him to safety."

"Take one of the cars! We may as well let their armor work for us!" Yelled Evgeny. Ivan loaded the wounded man into the back of a gray Baller. Natasha, determined, carried her Shotgun and said, "I am coming with you."

She got into the drivers seat and instructed Ivan, "You will cover us. Just tell me where to go."

"There's a warehouse under the LS Freeway. Let's just say I've been there before. I have an idea...somebody a friend of mine worked with before..."

Grisha tried to make his way to the SUV to get in with them but he was struck in the side on the left by a Petrovic goon who had been using an AN-94 but after running dry on ammo, was firing a GSh-18 Handgun and he struck Grisha three times in the side. He cried out in pain and Vasily dragged him to cover even as another round struck him in the right shoulder. Evgeny lifted his CZ-2000 and fed the Petrovic thug a face full of lead. Even as he did this, the man who had covered Ivan on the way to getting the boss into the car was struck in the right cheek by a blast from a Petrovic goon with a Stryker. Vasily was temporarily blinded as blood and brain matter got in his face and he didn't see how bad the loyal soldier's face was from the shotgun blast but he knew it was more than likely not pretty and there was no way that he survived that. One of the last three Markovich goons fired back strikin the man with the shotgun in the face and then the stomach and shoulders.

The triumph was short lived as the Markovich bodyguard was himself struck in the back with ten rounds as he was flanked. Evgeny shot the man in the neck and blood sprayed like a geyser from the neck wound all over the other white was not looking good for the Markovich Family. All though they had killed more of the Petrovic members, the Markovich Family had less men on the property to begin with and Vasily looked down seeing the last two bodyguards falling over with multiple rounds in their body.

The backup cars, which equalled eight men total that had been called in had cleared up some of the Petrovic gangsters out of the entrance, about twelve of them had they killed but Vasily saw each of them cut down as well. "We must get to the armory!" Screamed Grisha in pain. "We will defend ourselves in there to the death!"

Vasily yelled, "No! The house is on fire! That is suicide! We need to make a tactical retreat!"

"No! If my father dies I am the man of the house and must defend our honor!" Vasily shook his head and he fired taking out the men with the grenade launchers. He killed the first with a headshot the second he hit in the knee caps and the man's grenade fired at the ground and he blew himself up. "There is no honor in dying when you don't have to! They are retreating! The cops are on their way and we must get out of here too!"

"I will not let our house burn!" Screamed Grisha. "You heard Igor he does not want to tend bar anywhere else in the city!" Vasily yelled, "To hell with your foolish pride! Your father and sister are out there somewhere with Ivan and there still could be Petrovic thugs after them! We need to retreat and regroup an come up with strategy! Kenny Petrovic has just hit us with blitzkreig and clearly we were not ready!"

Meanwhile, dialed keyla. "hey, Keyla, you may not remember me but i am a friend of Neto's. Is your fiancee around? I need him to meet me at the warehouse under the LS Freeway."

"Honey, I remember you but if you're Santa Muerte's friend you should know my fiancee died last year."

"What? You're fuckig kidding me..."

"No. I took a cab out to surprise him at the hospital and he was cheating on me. Let's just say he and that BITCH deserve each other."

"FUCK...I don't suppose you know anybody else? A doctor friend of his?"

"I've learned some things from him before he died but it aint gonna be free. What kind of injuries are we talking about?"

" This isn't the Peking Pronvince. I didn't think it would be. I've got a 65 year old Caucasian male with five stab wounds in the abdomen, three in the stomach, two in the chest, and a gunshot wound to the shoulder."

"Alright, keep pressure on the wounds and get to the warehouse. I'll meet you there. I decided to go to medical school after that cheating perro got his. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Make sure he is still breathing!" Natasha ordered as she took them down Eclipse Boulevard. "He is but he's lost a lot of blood..." Ivan ripped off pieces of his own shirt, a Slipknot T shirt and began to apply pressure to the wounds. "Grisha...you son of a bitch..." Groaned the old man. Ivan and Natasha exchanged a glance with each other

Luckily, nobody pursued them. The Mexican American ally of Neto's was there and began to work on him. She stitched him up and got the bullet out of his shoulder. She handed Ivan a pill bottle. "Anti biotics. That's the best I can do for him on such short notice."

"This is the best we can do? Ghetto doctor?" Complained Natasha. "Or you can kiss my ass!" The Chicana said. "Take him to a hospital yourself if you want to do anything else. I did all I could."

Ivan had to wonder about what the old man had said in his state of going in and out of consciousness. He got a call from Grisha. "Yes? Did you get to safety?"

"Yes...we did. But our house...I'm not sure if the Fire Department will be able to save it."

"We've got your father patched up but we think the police may try and pick him up so for now we lay low."

"Okay...I understand. Ivan...I saw the man who killed Matvei. He was there at the house. I almost got him. He tried to kill me. He shot me once in the shoulder. Barely missed my collar bone. Listen...I need you to meet Vasily at the movie theater in North Vinewood. He's going to meet you there. Buy a ticket for the new Jack Howitzer film and sit in the back row...I can't tell you where i am...and you probably should not say where father is on the phone in case the police or somebody is listening. But I'll have Vasily bring you to me because we have to have a face to face meeting. Something bad has happened and I just learned something worse. It concerns us...it's bad news for us both."

"Can't you just tell me now?"

"Not on the phone. You did say you would have my back when things went back. Well they have my brother. Just trust me and soon everything will be explained to you."

Ivan told Natasha, "Stay here with your father. I will be back in an hour."

He took the SUV and began to drive to North Vinewood. He got there in a short amount of time, went in and bought the ticket and then went into the back of the theater. It was still showing previews. Two men walked in with sodas and Ivan knew they were Bravta. They sat down next to him. "Where is Vasily? He was supposed to be meeting me here."

"He didn't make it but Grisha had a message for you..." The first one, a shaved headed Caucasian male with glasses standing at five eight wearing a brown jacket over a gray t shirt and gray jeans. The second man had red hair tied back in a ponytail and wore a gray sweater and blue jeans. "He just hs one word. KIFFLOM!" The Bravta member attempted to stick a silenced 9mm into Ivan's gut but Ivan grabbed his hand and wrestled it breaking the trigger finger. The round went off and it grazed his stomach. He broke the man's nose and forced the 9mm up to his jaw line pulling the trigger. The round exited out of his nose with a burst of crimson. The other man tried to shoot Ivan too but he grabbed his hand as well. The rounds went off and though it was silenced the other patrons noticed the muzzle flashes, looked up and saw two men struggling over a gun that was going off.

They tore out screaming in a panic. One lady, a woman of Guetamalan descent screamed, "What is this, Colorado?!" Ivan throat punchhed the man but he broke free letting go of his own pistol and grabbed the other pistol. He fired two shots at Ivan but Ivan ducked beneath the seats and came up firing back. The man tossed his soda at him and beamed Ivan in the face and orange soda and ice cube both in his face. The Russian mobster took off fleeing as ivan got one shot off hitting the man in the right side. He followed his blood trail and made his way into the men's room.

The man made his way into a stall using it as cove and sent seven rounds Ivan's way.

Ivan fired hitting him in the left shin. The man came out firing and staggering but Ivan grabbed his gun hand in a twist, broke his arm. He then proceeded to do the same with the other. "Why the fuck did Grisha send you to kill me?!" He demanded. The man yelled, "Fuck you! You were never one of us!" Ivan kicked his injured right arm and then cried out, "FUCK! He said...he said he knows you fucked his sister...he says...he doesn't want you giving whatever HIV you get from Sugar and giving it to her!"

Ivan demanded, "What did he do to is father? it was him who stabbed him wasn't it?!" The man said, "i don't know! I am just a soldier!" Ivan aimed at his face. "And right now...you're just a shooter in a movie theater. I'm trying to decide if I should shoot you or leave you for the LSPD to give you some of their suspect treatment. Or maybe I turn you over to the freaked out movie goers and let them get tsome mob justice..."

2015

He got a call on his cell phone from a Los Santos area code. He hadn't gotten back yet. "So...Ivan...your Chorny is pregnant...you know they are the most likely to get an abortion, yes?"

"Grisha..."He said to the Russian mobster. "I'm out of town on business. Business that ultimatley ties into what business me and your father have together but if you fuck with Sugar in any way, you're going to see just what my training all those years ago taught me to do. Trust me. You don't want to be tortured by one of us."

"You can tell yourself that, my old friend. You can believe that you and Vasily have a chance at changing the world. You can believe that you and Sugar will ride off into the sunset and make pretty babies. But one thing is for certain. If you get in the way of what I have coming to me, from taking back what is rightfully mine, none of these things you want for yourself will be possible. Do yourself a favor, Ivan. Treat yourself to the American dream while you can. Stay out of my way and let nature take its course. Or you will be sorry."

"No, Grisha, you'll be sorry you ever tried to have me killed."

"You have a family to think about, Baba Yaga. Retire from being boogeyman and just be Ivan. Stay the fuck away from my sister take care of your family and stay away from mine."

He had gotten that call just after his encounter with Marcus Roman after the crash. He had some injuries of his own he was nursing and he was not exactly ready to go out after him again yet. But Neto was in worse shape. He was on bedrest in a hotel room in El Camino, New Austin. Miguel had suggested that be where they move him instead instead of Sunbelt after a days rest. Ivan had even flown a helicopter to get him out there. He woke up seeing the ex KGB agent looking at him. "Take a picture. It'll last longer..."

"How do you feel?"

"Like shit...I got molly whopped by a fucking kid..."

"To me, you're a kid. Besides...you've beaten him before. He's overdue to win every now and then, no?"

"I just want him dead. Him, and his whole family. I'm not cartel but...I'd go full on cartel, butcher them all just to watch him cry. I'd even help the Zero's. Temporarily, that is...he...tried to starve me out...I don't get it. It doesn't make sense...he had a surgery table at his disposal. He could have removed a hell of a lot more than my appendix. I wouldnt have shown him that mercy. Then again...he didn't show me mercy. I guess my point is he thought nature would kill me...and ironically it saved my ass."

"Well, in my experience, regular nature usually beats human nature," Ivan said. "Still, I wouldn't have let him escape. Maybe...on some level he was challenging me to...or maybe he wasn't. Why taunt me if you're not completely sure...i'm at your mercy?"

"Maybe he would have untied your hands when you were too weak to fight back and just left you out there. Much easier for him if he makes it look like you just got stranded. Though, this state isn't as ideal for a death of that nature, exposure, as say, San Andreas or New Austin."

"It doesn't matter how hot it is...all that matters is to have you be far from civilization. You're lucky you survived that snake bite...so tell me...just how is it you got away? From Mark...and the rest of those guys that tried to kill you...?"

Neto

What's the matter? You don't like clowns?

It had been almost over a week since being rescued by Ivan. He was dressed as a clown. He wore a red jacket with silver spots on them and a plaid pair of pants that were blue, white red yellow and white in color. His face was painted almost all white except for the bottom of his nose which he painted red and he also had the area under above and around his mouth painted red in an upward twisted smile as though the red paint were a pair of lips themselves in a twisted smile. He also had three black stripes painted above his nose between his eyes. On top of this, he wore a bald wig just over the face paint and it was the same color while on top of that, he had blue hair. He also carried a few balloons with him.

He ran up to the bank as a Caucasian older man with white hair closed the door and Neto ran to him, "I still got three minutes!" He called out. It was the Bank Of Waning and it was three minutes until closing.

Neto put his foot in the door. The guard said, "I said we're closed, Bozo!" He went to try and shut it again but Neto stuck a .357 in his face much to the surprise of the guard. "I wouldn't...and that's Mr. Bozo, okay?" The old man backed up in fear letting him in saying, "That's right...it aint quite closing time yet..."

They went inside and Neto opened his jacket to reveal dynamite rigged. "I'm robbing the bank. So let's not piss me off..."

"What the hell kind of clown are you?!" The southern older man asked. "The crying on the inside kind..."

The guard handed over his Glock. "Look, I'm just an old man..."

"Really?"

He took the gun. They walked inside and he cocked the slide back. "This is a robbery," Neto announced. The bank workers and few remaining customers that were inside simply stared with amusement not taking the clown getup serious. "This is a robbery!" He said a bit louder. "It is!" The security guard chimed in. New Arcadians...think they're so hard...Neto thought and he fired a shot in the air and this earned the correct reaction. There was screaming and an African American bank manager, a lighter skinned black guy with short neat curly hair in a gray suit hit the panic button. Neto saw him do it but he would not punish him for it. This was all part of the to his delight he spotted Maurice Roman among the civilians. Like the rest of them, he put his hands up. He recognized the olde black male but the black male didn't recgnize him.

Neto let the balloons hit the ceiling and he ordered, "Alright...everybody quiet...get your hands on your head and stand up."

There was a light brown skinned Chicana woman there with her hair dyed blonde. She wore a pinkish purple blouse and beige shorts and a floral windbreaker. She stood up. A man with curly brown hair wearing a red plaid shirt and a thick Louisiana accent that sounded more like Red Stick than New Arcadian, started panicking. "We're all gonna die! Sweet Jesus! I don't want to die!"

"Button it up, cabron. NOBODY, likes a whiner!" With that, he hit him in the gut. "Now...nobody else move..."

He then charged over to an older woman in her late 50's in a purple pantsuit with tll red hair looking like a chuch lady. Her pomerenian which she held in her arms had just licked its lips. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!" Neto demanded. The dog licked its lips again.

He told the cashier, an African American female in her mid thirties "Fill this up with premium. Put the money' in 50's and 100's. If I see any 20's I'll blow your brains out and use it for confetti later."

The female cashier did as he ordered. A scrawny white male with a receeding blondish brown hairline said, "Hey, that's my money!"

"Don't worry about it," Neto told him. "It's insured."

"She didn't give me no receipt! They can't insure it if I don't got no receipt!" Neto turned to the cashier. "Can you get him a receipt?" She nodded in fear and Neto turned back to the guy, "And you. Cool it with the double negtives..."

He addressed everyone. "Does anyone else need a receipt? Last chace! Okay we're going to the vault."

Neto asked the security guard, "Do you have the key to this?" He handed him the vault key. "You bet..." Neto also handed the cashier another black trash bag saying, "Fill this up for me too. From back there. And remember if there's any 20's I'll kill you."

He then grabbed the bank manager, a darker skinned Caucasian with Medditerenean features brown wavy hair and gree eyes wearing a pale gray suit and wire rim glasses. "I'm gonna need you to make a phone call for me," He shut theh vault cage and said to the rest, "The police are going to want me to release a few of you as a sign of good faith. The best way to get out is to stay calm. If you want poof that I'm serious, I'll carve up the troublemakers first."

The guy in the red plaid shirt with the curly hair began weeping and cried out, "Jesus God...!" The other patrons tried to calm him down as he began hyperventilating The manager told him, "Give up now. That is the only door. There is no other way out, my friend."

Neto had him get on the phone. "Tell him if anybody gets near this place, I'm gonna blow it up," He opened the jacket showing the dynamite rigged to a timer. "If I don't hear from the guy in charge in fifteen minutes, I'm gonna send your thumb out through the night depository...and thanks..." Neto said putting his hand on the shoulder of the manager much to the southerner's surprise. "For calling me friend..."

The man must have thought he sounded like an absolute lunatic which was the point. "This is Bower. You have less than fifteen minutes to call back, do not come near the bank. He is covered in dynamite."

Outside, the New Acadia Police arrived on the scene. Snipers set up position on the rooftops and the NAPD began to set up barricades. Even food vendors bega to take advantage of it moving their food carts to the crowd behind the barricade. More officers mad their way up the street armed with shothuns and Handguns. There was also ambulances on standby. Locke showed up and a younger offcer handed him securit footage picture saying, "The suveillance video in the bank caught this. This guy is our perp."

An overweight Caucasian officer who ws tall with a rosy face and a blonde mustache said, "The hostage negotiator is on his way, sir," Locke replied, "Tell him we don't need him."

"Till when, sir?" Locke replied, "Until I'm no longer Lueitenant."

Meanwhile in the vault, the man in the plaid was sobbing. "It'll be okay..." The blonde Chicana said trying to comfort him. The man gasped, "He said...he said he'll carve up the troublemakers first!"

"Why don't you shut the hell up, crybaby?" The guard said without much sympathy. Just thhen several gunshots rang out. Out in the bank he was firing his .357 at all of the cameras that had eyes on him. He knew where each of them were as he had doe recon a week before. Just then the phone rang. "Just a minute!" Neto yelled at the phone. The .357 ran out of rounds as he barely missed the last camera so he had to use the Glock. He answered the phone after this, "Mom?"

"No, this is Locke."

"Who are you? Where's mom?" Neto demanded. "I'm with the NAPD. Get your ass outta there right now."

"You know I served in Iraq with an asshole like you," Neto told him. "Alright, son what's your name?"

"I always liked the name Chip. Would you call me Chip?"

"Alright Chip...what was that shooting just now?"

"Oh wait! Call me Skip!" Annoyed, Locke said, "Alright SKIP what was that shooting just now?"

"The cameras. They were looking at me. QUIT LOOKING AT ME!" He screamed before firing off another shot at the already destroyed camera. "Listen, Skip we can be omn you in a heart beat. You try to run you won't make it five feet."

"You better tell your men if they hit onee stick of dynamite with one bullet they could blow up the entire street. I've wired it all over this bank."

"I already know how you're planning to escape. You switch on a tape recorder so I'm talking to a machine while you try and escape out of the heating vent."

"That's a nice idea," Neto admitted. "Except with all this money I wouldn't fit plus I booby trapped the vents too..."

Locke made a hand signal to the commander of the N.O.O.S.E agents who ordered his men who were rapelling up the side to cease and come back down. "

"What do you want, Chip? I mean...Skip?"

"I want a city bus...fully fueled, and I want two Maverick Helicopters parked right on the street. I want a brand new Hexer

And a Liberator."

"Alright, I'll get you your bus, I'll get you your helicopters and I'll get you your bikes and your Monster Truck. After you release the hostages."

"Yeah I'm sure nothing will happen to me once I'm alone in the bank," Neto scoffed. "No...ONE hostage per demand."

"At least give me the women..." Locke said. "Get your own women!" Neto retorted. "I've had just about enough of your comedy, clown. We're coming in through the plate glass."

"Alright then. I gotta go and kill all the hostages then before you get here."

"Hey, don't break my balls, alright? I'll get you your choppers but it's going to take time to find a pilot who's willing to fly out an armed felon!" Neto responded, "I don't need a pilot. You got thirty minutes to comply with my first demand. Now what's your number to reach you out there?"

"259-0960. Don't try anything rash or you're dead along with everyone else."

With that, Neto hung up.

"Do what he says...the chopper, the bus...everything..." Instructed Locke. "Is this a diversion, sir or is he crazy?" Asked Detective Sawyer. "He's not crazy. He'll come out of that bank with a few hostages dressed as clowns. He'll make a run for one of the choppers assuming we're afraid to shoot one of the hostages."

"Aren't we?" Asked Waters with concern in her voice. "He said no pilots. That means he's flying it. He probably learned how in Iraq. That means we gotta have our sharppshooters take out whichever clown takes the controls. Hit him before he can get off the ground."

Inside the vault, the hostages heard Neto coming back. "Here he comes..." Maurice stated. "He's gonna let one of us go..." The security guard said, "Oldest first..."

Maurice, though not as young as he once was, was still middle aged and considerably younger than the guard so he was able to say, "Yeah, that makes sense. The one who will die first of natural causes," He said with an eye roll. "You asshole..." The guard growled.

"I think I'm gonna vomit..." The man with the curly hair who had been the most scared said. "We better get him out of here first..." The blonde Chicana said. The other customers and bank workers cried out in discontent and even the old guard said, "To hell with him!"

Just then, Maurice stepped up first. "It's been decided I'm the first to go..." Neto asked, "Who decided?" Maruice admitted knowing the others wouldn't back him on that and realizing this was Frenchtown and not the 3rd ward where he was a big shot, "I did..." Neto replied, "It's really not up to you, Mr. Adolf Hitler."

"Did you get my money ready back there?" Neto called out. The black female returned with the bag full of money. "This is bullshit, I just was here to deposit this fucking check for my son, and now ya'll gonna be closed by the time we get outta here..." Just then, the curly haired male vomited getting puke on the check that Maurice held in his hand and on Maurice himself. "Motherfucker!" Growled the 3rd ward OG as the check was ruined. He went to grab it but then was reluctant thinking the man may have Aids. Neto pointed his Glock at the curly haired man. "You know, you're the kind of guy that gets innocent people killed..." He then said, "They're meeting my first demand."

He then looked at the other hostages and said, "To show this fascist dictator how our system works," He said referring to Maurice, "I'm gonna let the people decide who the first to go will be!"

The hostages, having had a change of heart were insistent that he let the curly haired man go first. Maurice was pissed. "Come on..." He then growled, "Get down wind of me you nasty bitch..."

Maurice suddenly realized he thought me may recognize him.

He let him out the front door. The man got to the sidewalk. The choppers had arrived. The man collapsed on the sidewalk kissing it. The crowd outside cheered and two officers came to get him. "The stink of death was in the air!" Cried the man with tears in his eyes. "He told me in prison he used to make a man's butthole look like a vagina!" He cried out.

As Neto watched the news coverage on the TV. "Well don't exagerate or anything..." He said with a smirk. "Weazel News reporting to you live from the scene with a first report from inside the bank. Our first description of this clown that no one is laughing at."

"How original," Neto said.

"Steve, Jodie, I'll be here until the last hostage is released," The reporter vowed. The guard said, "Here he comes again..."

Neto walked in and peered at the Chicana patron. Just then, Maurice offered him a Crowex watch. "What's this?" Asked Neto. He looked on the floor noticing the check that was puked on had been of a sizable number. He managed to hold in a laugh as he wondered if he was going to put it towards Mark's club or som other useless venture the Roman Boys would be into. Probably some form of laundering. "It's a gold Crowex watch, mane. This cost me $12,000, baby. You can have it."

"I can't take this..." The man said, "Sure you can..."

"No, I would be beholden...but I'll buy it from you. Would you take three bills for it?"

"Three hundred dollars?" Maurice asked. "Unless anybody wants to go higher. Does anybody else want to go higher?" Nobody spoke up so Neto offered him the three C notes. Reluctantly, not wanting to be shot, Maurice accepted it. He then looked at the blonde Chicana looking at her tits. "You pig..."

"Pig?" He chuckled. "I doubt it. Think the lady protests too much? I think you're just afraid to party with a real man."

"A real man who has to use a gun? Dress like that and keep people prisoner? You're not a man..." She spat. "You're a coward!" He got a look of anger on his face of rage. The bank manager, seeing this said, "She doesn't speak for the rest of us, Mr. Clown! We think you're quite brave and manly!"

"You big pussy!" She shouted. "You're all a bunch of pussies!" Much to the dismay of the other. The manager suggested, "Why don't you take her out?"

Outside, meanwhile, Sawyer updated Locke on the situation. "Sir, on the bus we've got an ex Green Beret hiding under one of the seats, on the bike we gave it exactly enough gas to get it half a mile. We stationed sharpshooters a half mile in every possible direction."

"Any word on that monster truck?" Asked Locke. "Yeah, about a half an hour. Did the hostage give you a description of the peputrator?"

"Yeah. Average height average build red nose blue hair."

The phone in the bank rang. Neto answered, "Hey baby. I told you to never call me at work..." He said with a chuckle.

"Your bike and your bus is here. You owe me two more hostages."

"They'll be out soon."

Neto, having changed clothes and gotten the clown makeup and wig off, asked Renata, "You ready?"

"All set," Said the Chicana with the dye job. "I'm right behind ya."

"Son of a bitch! Bastard!" She screamed as she came out in phony tears and the cops came to get her too and he was close behind. Neto had on a wig of a different kind making it seem as though he had curly black hair. "Ma'am are you alright?" Asked Sawyer as he and Waters got her away from the bank. "Just keep moving he's looking at us through the curtain!" Cried Nata.

Neto was in tears too as the cops interviewed them both while the sharpshooters and other officers with guns kept their guns trained on the bank. "He was ripping out phones from the wall, urinating on desks! You can see he ripped her shirt, there's a scratch there!" He said pointing to Nata's blouse. "It's not deep butit's there!"

"It's okay..." Assured Nata however the Mexican Yaqui woman, unbeknowst to Neto had a mini heart attack upon seeing that he had gotten all but one little spot on his neck jus behind his left ear where there was still a bit of white makeup. "Did he say anything else? Does it look like he's starting to crack under pressure?" Asked Sawyer.

"He said 'If I can survive ten days without sleep in the dunes fighting the Republican Guard I can handle a lousy bank' That's what this maniaco said! He says to Ms Gonzales here 'Hey baby up your butt with a coconut!' Aye dios mio, senor! He was loco!"

"Did he actually have a coconut?" Asked Sawyer much to the annoyance of Waters. "No...not to my knowledge..." Nata stated.

"What about dynamite? Did you see dynamite?" Asked Locke. "It was on him, it was on us...there's hostages strapped to tables with the stuff, papi!" Nata reached out withh a blue bandanna but used it as hankerchief and wiped Neto's missed paint spot off asking, "You okay, senor?"

Locke turned to Waters. "Regina, have these two checked out by the doctor just as a precaution."

Just then, the blockade was moved so that the Monster Truck could be brought in. Locke began to dial the phone to the bank but got no answer.

"It's 4:48. If he hasn't called back by 5:00 we storm the bank," Stated Locke.

Unbeknowst to the New Arcadian Police, Neto and the man and the woman had their money taped to them under their clothes. Their legs, their backs their stomachs all over.

4:59 PM

Just then, Locke's cell phone rang. He saw the caller ID was from a cell phone. It said Maurice Roman. Locke did remember that it was said he was ripping the phones out of the wall. "Can you give me a bit more time? I'll call you back in a half hour. I won't kill anybody as long as you do."

With that he hung up.

He and Nata were miles away from the scene of the robbery now and on their way out of state They'd answered the questions and been checked up on. They'd also snuck out as soon as they had an opening.

Neto turned to Ivan. "I knew we did right taking the KGB fucker with us. Throwing up on cue, ese? That was pretty good!" They were on their way to a motel.

Ivan took the wig off and the glasses. "As long as we can get out of this state. I understand that you still have an issue with the Roman brothers and we'll still stick around. Luckily they all had been wearing disquises. Nata needed to dye her hair again. They stopped off and let her do that in the bathroom dying it brown again. "Yeah, that's fine," Neto stated. "We'll just get her on the first train back to Los Santos. I took you along cause lately anybody who's been watching me, has had eyes on my crew in South Central. They know about you and me but we haven't been seen together in months."

"Yes. Well, the Roman brothers are ultimatley responsible for taking pictures of me even if they did it through Ana Chan. You understand, Ikal...I disagree with many things about your views and I know you do, mine. But Devlin is our enemy. He has been for a long time. And the people he works for? More than that."

"They gotta be thinking they picked the wrong vato to threaten. Paul wasn't able to get here but he would have loved to take the fight to all of them."

"It's not just the pictures..." Neto stated. "The problem is that I can't afford to have IAA eyes on me. I know those people were using aliases but I know they are IAA affiliated all the same. You and I are both at war with the Agency. Everything wrong with them is what is wrong with America."

"And everything wrong with America is wrong with them..." Neto stated. "Speaking of Oso...we gotta get him outta the pinta somehow. He wrote me a letter saying how he knows he's going to die and he doesn't care. We gotta get him out."

"That's easier said than done. They transferred him to another prison. Now he's on death row at Eagle Bay. He's in prison just like my father..."

"We have our differences now..." Neto stated. "But now I got a carnal in prison. On death row. If you can get him out of prison I'll still help you get your father out."

"You and me, we tried to kill each other. It won't be so easy to work together."

"We already are. Like it or not, these cabrones in New Arcadia are serious. I killed Mark but..he's like me. He doesn't die. Not easily. He can take all the pride he wants in his city. I once said before that I'd be able to mow through his entire hood with ease. That's not true and it's only not true because of him. Maybe Lee to a point too but more him. It's not Mark on his own that makes him dangerous. It's those IAA contacts. He's fucking Ana Chan. As long as he's fucking an IAA agent, we may as well consider him an IAA agent himself. Oh sure, he's not on their payroll but make no mistake he does their dirty work. He's IAA. He's not BSU. He's not a 3rd ward hustler. He's IAA. That's what he is. Lee is organized and he has tactics I'll give him that but he would be nothing without Mark's own connections. So...to kill somebody like the Concrete Soldier..."

"Isn't his name El Negro Pistolero now?" Ivan asked with a chuckle. "I am NOT calling him that gay bullshit! Especially when that fucker uses a Rifle more than a pistol. Just another pissant Americano thinking he's a wild west outlaw in Mexico. Only now it's Wild South. Anyway the POINT, is, Ivan, that it'll take us working together to get the people we consider family out and it'll take us working together to end Devlin, Ana and Mark."

"You have come to care for the young man, I notice. He is a remarkable young man who has survived a lot but I wonder. Why do you think it is that he gets along with you the most and with me he was the most distance? And it can't just be the obvious answer..." He was referring to their common racial heritage despite vastly different tribal heritage.

"I would say age but he doesn't think like that he always gets along with older vatos. I don't know. Maybe it's because of what he never had and I never had. He never had a brother. Neither did I. Mai didn't either but then...I don't know. She's an IAA agent who really knows what's true about what she said? Anyway you told me before all that bad shit went down you had a pretty stable family. He knows that too. He knows you've still got living siblings. In the meantime, ytou still got a dad out there somewhere. Mai has both parents. I got neither...but we're hermanos. I never had a little brother to show the ropes too and he never had an older one to show him the way. n a way we're all kind of like orphans in that way."

"I see...and what about Packie?" He asked. "He had brothers and a sister but most of them are dead. And both of his parents are dead. We got to know him pretty well Paul knew him for a bit anyway. But it's just the four of us were in LS earlier than Packie was. But it didn't matter since Mai betrayed us all."

"Yes, well the problem now is determining whether she is more interested in what I am up to or what you are. Chances are she's going to be more after me. No offense because the Zapatistas, like the IRA have a lot of tactics and war skills you wouldn't learn in a conventional army but at the same time, America never feared you the way they did us. It wasn't even Zapata that invaded US soil. That was Pancho Villa, right?"

"No. But we got a chance of being the majority within twenty years. When that happens, that will only count for something if we're organized. But you're right. Which is why I also consider myself a member of Division Del Norte too and am taking it even further,. not just a Zapatista from the south...I'm combining the best of Zapata and Villa even if they didn't get along in life that well, they were still allies and had the same enemies."

They got Nata's hair dyed and Neto had them hit the road as soon as she was done. They would be taking her to a train station. On the way there, Neto dialed back with Maurice's cell phone. It had a 42% battery left. "I got your monster truck. You owe me another hostage."

"Alright, I'm gonna look at it through the window. Tell your men to get back."

He waited and then said,"I can see the Liberator from here, Locke. Nice try. It doesn't have a hydraulic tilt. It's unacceptable."

"What?! You son of a bitch you never said anything about a hydraulic tilt body. We have to send all the way to Alabama for this goddamn thing."

"Don't insult me. Now you get me a respectable monster truck and don't get back to me until you do, okay?" With that, he hung up. Needless to say, on the other line, Locke was pissed. Ivan got Nata on the train out of there and she waved bye to Neto. Luckily they had all used fake names and fake ID's when dealing with the police and their questions.

They got back on the road and drove for a while. They would lay low in Sunbelt. They still wanted to fuck the BSU over but they wanted to be out of the state while the heat went on. They wanted to be able to have that be their base of operations since they would have New Austin Onda's resources through Ernesto's son plus they wouldn't be too close to the New Arcadian 'frontier' to be attacked. Plus Neto still had his sleepers in the city from Arizona to keep him posted.

"You know..." Neto said as they drove the dark green Felon that had been arranged as a getaway car. "I lost my mother and my father when I was sixteen similiar age to you. But you knew that. And then later I lost my woman and baby. But now...it's like Paul is my carnal and was gonna be executed for doing what it takes to survive in prison. I thought I turned off my ability to give a fuck. But I'm gonna see another person killed. He didn't die in there but eventually the juras will probably get him."

"It isn't your fault. He made what choices he did behind those walls. Granted, you're both in the same prison gang but you're outside and that's a lt easier than being in there. Trust me, bro. I've been inside," He lifted up his shirt and lifted up a stack of bills from the tape and showed him a tattoo of a card with the clubs symbol on it. "These tattoos indicate to the Bravta what you've done time for. You don't want a tattoo of a card with hearts on them. This means you are somebody's bitch."

"I didn't know that's what it meant..." Neto stated. "But look, Paul's got a lot of respect from the carnales for carving up Tackle, I didn't want him to die. Even if he didn't..he's an Onda legend despite being new but...I didn't want to see the vato die. I prided myself on being ruthless for years but...I don't want death for him and I wanedt him to be less angry than he is. i see myself in always want to make sure the younger generation has it better."

"Yes. I killed without a thought for years myself. I've killed for KGB, for the Air Force, for the Security Forces, he Bravta and even killed on commision for the Covenenant Ballers. But whether I like to admit this or not, despite the mission me and Vasily have for ourselves in this country, Sugar has changed me for the better. She's a gang member because of her envioroment and lack of oppurtunities but she's not ruthless truly. Not like some of the other people we've either known or heard about. She was a mother that lost a son. I don't know...I look at you and Paul and I think maybe you two are young enough it's not too late you can have a different life. For me there is only a violent end. All I can hope for is that I can have som,e fun in the mean time and accomplish what we need to."

Two Hours Later

He got a call back from Locke. They were stopped at a rest stop. "Did you get my monster truck?"

"It's on the way."

"Then you shouldn't be calling."

Just then, one of the only other rest stop patrons, a man in a dark gray Perenial honked at at Ivan as he was coming from the restroom. "What was that?" Demanded Locke. "Don't change the subject. Get me my fucking monster truck."

"I want hostages. It's gonna take time to get what you want."

"Well that's not my problem is it?"

He hung up in a panic. "SHIT!" He came out with the security guard's glock. He told Ivan, "You get the car. This little piece of shit might have just blown us..."

The man held his hands up, he was a redneck looking asshole. "Whoa fellas can't we just..." Neto yelled, "SHUT UP! You just had to honk that fucking horn didn't you?!"

He knocked the man unconscious pistol whipping him and put him in the trunk of the car. "Shit..." Ivan said upon realizing what had just happened.

Meanwhile, back in New Arcadia, Locke had them isolating the beep he heard. "Play that back for me," He instructed Agent Trueblood. "Maybe it was his nose. Don't those clown fellas always have one of those things? They always carry horns and sometimes they have horns."

"I hate the way clowns smell," Regina stated in disgust. "They always have that funny smell."

"That wasn't his goddamn nose," Locke said turning red with anger. "That was a horn is what I think it was..."

"You're right sir...it sounded like a horn. In fact, it is a horn."

Locke didn't know just what was up but he suspected something was. He had his men take down the doors. They searched the bank high and low for the clown but there was no sign of it or the dynamite supposedly strapped to the table. The N.O.O.S.E. agents made their way to the vault to find the patrons locked in so they would need to melt their way in.

They got the hostages out and loaded them up onto a bus.

Neto was on the phone with Ivan as they both drove west. "We are so screwed!" Neto said. "Not nessecarily. They won't have stormed the bank until they're sure you're not there. They'll round up the hostages and by the time that happens, they'll realize a few of us are missing and we'll be long gone."

They arrived in New Austin getting through to the town of Naranja, New Austin. "What are you going to do with him?" Asked Ivan. "Do you even have to ask? I could have called Locke from anywhere in the country just to tell him I was still inside the bank. This vato's a dead man."

Neto noticed a lot of the town was in fact, flooded. "Shit...I guess that's what happens when a state borders Loisiana."

Neto stopped on an empty street corner and let out the man from the trunk. "Please...don't kill me! I swear i won't tell about whatever it is you goyt going on..."

"Shut up...and get in the front seat. Drive."

He noticed a can of Pisswasser in the back seat. "Drink it..." He ordered. He had an idea. The man was uncertain but with a gun to his head he wouldn't argue.

He had him drive towards the water. The water level was rising. There were more people coming outside along the main streets as the flooding had started. Neto called Ivan saying, "Get west of the town and pick me up. I'll meet you there. Stay away from the water."

"Mister, we need to get out of here whatever we do...I'm from Loiusiana and I recokon you aint from here or there. If ya want to take my car it's no good in the water..."

"Actually it's right where I want it..." He said as the water began to rise to their chest. Heto punched him as hard as he could knocking him back unconscious. "Now you're going to take a nap. A really long nap. In the water."

After all, they would say maybe he got in a fight. He was after all a redneck type. But the police could only in this case come to the cunclusion he was really stupid and had passed out at the wheel and drowned.

He climbed out of the window. Normally he would want it shut but water could also break through windows at times or make them harder to break underwater and besides it didn't matter if there was a way to escape or not. The man was out cold against the steering wheel. Neto waded for what seemed like an eternity then began to swim. He avoided areas where other flood victims were. Finally, he got out of the danger zone. To dry land. Ivan was there waiting with the car. "It's a good thing we crossed the state line before they started setting up road blocks. If they'd had the time to you can believe they would have come after us with N.O.O.S.E and helicopters."

"Yeah but there wouldn't have been a point to that while I was still in the bank. That cousin fucker aside, it wasn't a bad plan though, was it?"

"No, it's not," Ivan said with a grin. "Even our enemies would have had to have admitted that much. Almost without any casualties too. Shots fired but none of the hostages were killed."

Mai

RIP TV

2013

The funeral was a sad event but to Mai's surprise Lamar had showed up. He had sunglasses on which he almost never wore so she figured he was trying to hide tears. She had never seen them interact but apperently CGF and the Da Nang Boyz had partied a lot together. Mai's wounds were mostly healed from the lowrider job but she still felt some soreness from the shootout with Ivan. They hadn't interacted much since then and her father wanted to kill Ivan for it.

She had stopped him from going after him on his own. She promised that they would do it but it would take time.

The funeral was Buddhist in the rites. The family wore white traditional cloth such as headbands and arm cloth. They walked with sticks to symbolize grief leaving them with a need for support and they chanted sutra prayers and had offerings of fruit and flowers as offerings. They lit incense to sweeten the air. The male gang members were wearing dark ties and jackets while the women wore dress skirts.

Mai's father was not a Buddhist but a Christian and Mai, like a lot of Asian Americans, was raised both Catholic and Buddhist and while her parents had raised her in a strict household, they had left it up to her what belief system she would follow. They were all asked to kneel for meditation which wasnt specific to Buddhism alone.

Romeo was pissed as they got on their way out to ride in the limo on the way to the funeral. "Those motherfuckers, man...first we had to bury the homboy and now we gotta bury him. The Va Ho's and the Toilet Papers are gonna be having a lot more funerals than us."

Her father stepped up and said, "No. We're doing this the smart way. Right now both the Psychos and the Vagos will be expecting retaliation. We give them some breathing room and they will let their guards down. We will meet up in a week and make a plan. Revenge is a dish best served cold."

"Look, pops I respect you as an oG, man..." Romeo stated. "But what if people hit us up in that time while we wait?"

"They won't. Right now they'll be looking to lay low becaus the police attention is already high in the Beach after what happened. Listen...when this was all starting out there was no Psychos. There was us and the Vagos fighting each other. And there were Samoans and the black gangs. We had to fight not just everywhere we went. We had to fight for every STEP. The Psychos...they started out under the same circumstances we did. They should have been our natural born allies. I believe if we had united the we could have run the Vagos out of there. Even today if we did this we might be able to But...I live in the world that is and not what could be. The death of TV...bothers me. We will deal with it it will be worth the wait. The same for your Laotian friend. He will be avenged."

"He fuckin better..." Baby Face grumbled. Lamar stepped up and said, "Hey you know what big homie? You a OG and real recognize real and since you the kang at this Da Nang Thang that also makes Mai Da Nang gang royalty. I aint even know she was g like that when we became friends on Life Invader but that's whats up. I just want you to know Forum Drive Gangstas got you too..." He held out his hand to dap the older man. To Mai's surprise, despite her father being a military disciplined man, he took Lamar's hand but put it more into a handshake than a street hand slap. Lamar nodded. "Good.. We'll need all the help we can get."

2015

New Arcadia

In the 3rd ward, there was seven people working a stash house. It was a stash house that the 3rd ward and the 17th ward shared. It was a "Rainy day" spot for the neighborhood hustlers but there had been more moved in lately. The first man was counting money, he was an African American with a shaved head and light skin and slightly overweight. He wore a black wife beater which showe off his armpit fat and he had a gold chain and baggy blue jeans. He was usually more of a burgular but he was down to sling too. He was known as Biscuit due to the shape of his head and he always carried a .380 and the next man was darker skinned and had a thick goatee nnd he wore a black and white striped shirts and skinny jeans. His name was Marvin and he was thirty years old from the 3rd ward.

Next was a scrawny Caucasian male of 20 years with spiky blonde hair and blue eyes standing at five seven wearing a white t shirt and baggy blue jeans. His name was Rodney Montclair but around the hood he was known as Eminem. Like Biscuit, he was from the 17th ward but he was not a gang member he was just a hustler down for his hood. The next dealer was from the 3rd ward. He was named Luis and he was of Mexican and Cuban descent and had jet black hair and slicked back hair with a mustache and goatee and light brown skin somewhat yellowish in shade. Some of the more important figures in the hood gave him shit for his heritage but he had proven himself down and he had fought a number of times for their hood.

The next guy was a Baller with cornrows from the 17th ward named Deondre who had at least two bodies on him. He was six three with dark skin, and somewhat big eyes and he wore a purple plaid shirt over a white t and blue baggy jeans and he had a burgandy colored bandanna on. He had been a homie of Brian's and had fought in the war against Mark and had the bullet sars on his back to prove it but he hsd joined up in the coalition of wards to keep himself making money. He hadn't been afraid to die but if he was going to die he wanted to die with a lot of money and after the war he had been broke as the violence had turned a lot of customers away. Still, he had a tattoo on his left forearm that said RIP for the deceased Haitian.

At a table counting the money in his own wallet was a black male with long dreadlocks wearing a New Arcadia Sinners jersey over a white t shirt, baggy blue jeans and brand new Eris sneakers, was six feet tall and twenty one years old. He was from the 3rd ward and went by the nickname Mil as in a Million which was his goal to be a millionaire. Next to him on the table was a black male with a Rick Ross style beard and a bald head who was overweight with gold glasses a gold jacket over a white t shirt and black jeans. He was about a hundred and fifty pounds overweight, five foot eleven and had a loudness to him. His name was Silas and he was forty years old. He answered to nobody in the 3rd but the man in charge. He would not take ordes from anybody younger than him "Say man! Tell me something, Biscuit. You really rape niggas when you were locked up? That's some sick shit!"

"Hey my nigga when you doing seven years and it aint no women around you gotta bust some cheeks. How many times a day can a nigga jack off? Aint like they give you lotion no way."

Luis had heard that he had purchased a sex slave of Mexican descent in there. "Just don't be getting any funny ideas with me, man. I like pussy. That's why I'm going to Vice City when I get rich off this shit. Be around bitches in bikinis 24/7."

"Aint nobody trying to run up in you..." Stated Biscuit. "But check this out you know that Somalian nigga Muujai? I had one of those soul ass niggas from the BGA try and tell me that raping dudes is just as bad as a man you believe that shit? Women are physically weaker a man is supposed to be able to fight em off. If somebody takes your manhood in there, you deserve it."

"How the fuck is it their fault especially if they're outnumbered and overpowered?" Eminem asked. "Hey, they'd have to kill me, my nigga..." Stated Deondre. "Aint nobody turning me out. Fuck that."

"You'd rather die than do that though?" Rodney asked. "Hell yeah! I aint gay! And I gotta wonder about you if you even questioning it. Boy, you need Jesus!"

"Naw, all I'm saying is death is a permenant thing where as if I gotta suck a dick yeah I'm fimma be fucked up by it but I can go to therapy and get over it," The white dealer stated.

"Hell naw you on your own on that, bruh," Stated Deondre.

Marvin asked, "So what about that BGA nigga?" Biscuit continued, "Yeah so this bitch tried to tell me how we're brothers and how the system fucked us over and shit. Said at the same time we gotta stop fucking with people just cause. i told him fuck you nigga! He aint my brother just cause we're the same shade! I don't go by that shit. I go by real niggas and bitches you either real or you a bitch and that's what the fuck I go by."

Just then, the door was kicked open and a Mexican American with a pompadour style haircut came through weilding two .357's and he fired strking Biscuit twice in the chest. The fat gangster tried to get his .380 but only managed to fall from his place on the sofa slumping to the floor. "That real enough for you, pendejo?" Asked Snapper. With him, was two other men. El Chivo carried an M3 which he promptly fired striking Marin in the chest, and El Cabello carried an M4 Carbine. He fired the semi auto striking Luis four times in the stomach. The drug dealer from the 17th fell to the floor coughing up blood seemingly trying to reach for a weapon but the M4 fired again and struck him twice in his gun hand.

Deondre withdrew a .45 and he fired three shots striking El Cabello in the chest but the Nuevo Onda member had a vest on. Rodney made his way to the back pulling a .25 from his sock and he proceeded to fire. A round whizzed by Snapper's right ear and the next struck him in the chest in the vest. Snapper fired each Revolver twice again and one round missed hitting the door frame but the next hit the dealer in the left side of the chest."Acuestate, juero!" Yelled the Akimel born gangster. As Rodney fell with a collapsed lung the cholo put the Revolver that had missed one round to his face almost as if to make up for the missed shot. He pulled the trigger and blasted off the man's nose sending shards of it everywhere as blood sprayed all over. He fired the Magnum into the hole that had once been his nose and it went up into his brain decorating the back well with dark red blood and pieces of gray matter in a sticky mess.

Deondre was hit in the back as he tried to run for cover taking a shotgun blast to the tailbone and he fell on his side coughing up blood as the blast had also got his spine. With a few rounds from the M4, he was done. Silas had tried to grab a Sawed Off off the table but was instead met with a shotgun blast from Chivo. He also had taken the last two rounds from the one pistol that wasn't empty after the two head shots that Snapper had done. He hit the fat man twice in the gut in addition to Chivo' said, "Hey homes you look good. Did you lose weight?"

Chivo shot him one more time blowing away the man's right breast and he fell back off the chair as dark red oozed from the fresh wound. They began to loot the house as they got what they came for. There was twenty keys total in the Onda was here to send a message to the enemies they had made in this state. They were not to be fucked with. They had known that the various brown gangs and nighborhoods were under surveillance and that the wards would see them coming if they did. Neto had made sure to warn them of this. But they had not made their faces know in quite some time and they had laid low with the men who had ripped off the Dixie Mob framing the Vietnamese and ward gangsters. They had ski masks on and to avoid detection from the cameras, had ridden in the can of a Mule. They loaded up the 20 keys of heroin into trash bags.

"How much you think we'll make off this shit?" Asked Snapper. "We're not selling it here. Were sending it back home. When the chavalas out here need somebody to blame they'll either blame Neto or Ernesto. We're cool with both but it's better if they don't know our end game as far as who we did this for."

"They'll assume Neto, probably..." Cabello stated. "It makes more sense, right? Nuevo Onda is affiliated with them not the vatos in New Austin so much except for Ernesto."

"I thought he was both?" Asked Snapper. "He was but he's not anymore. It sets a bad precedence. And since Ernesto is a high profile vato even though the puercos can't prove he's Onda either way, they suspect it and it's better for the Kanpoleros in San An if he keeps his distance. We're the go between."

"Orale..." Chivo nodded. Just then as they were loading their shit up in the getaway car, a gray Karuma with tinted windows, a scrawny and dark skinned black male wearing a white t shirt and a snapback hat for the New Arcadia football team saw them and yelled, "Hey what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He demanded.

He pulled out a pistol but none of them saw what kind and he opened fire as they closed the doors. "You aint walking away with our shit! Get the fuck back here!" He yelled. He fired at the windows at the masked gunmen. El Cabello returned fire at him with the M4 forcing the black male to cover and one of the rounds actually knocked the hat from his head. He retuned fire from cover but came out running out in front of them firing at the windshield. Chivo wasted no time. He floored it and ran him over ducking down as he fired seven more shots at them. He rolled off the roof but as he fell off the back onto the trunk he barely managed to hang on.

"You aint...getting away with our H..." He growled. His side hurt and his legs hurt. He wasn't sure how bad his ribs were but he felt he had pulled a few muscles in his right leg. His pistol had been lost in the street. "This shit is like a Howitzer movie...goddamn..." Chivo noticed him trying to climb up the back. "Oye, compa! That fuckin cuervo is on the back of the carro! Clip it's fucking wings before it shits on the windshield!" Snapper had reloaded his .357's and he began firing trying to take him of the car. He hung off the back ducking down and his leg almost hit the street. One round almost did hit his right hand and he almost let go.

"That shit is Roman Family property!" He screamed. He climbed back up as the gloved and masked gang member fired the other revolver. The car took a sharp curve, however trying to throw the 3rd ward gangster off and the cholo's aim was impacted by this. His rounds went wild. Marrick recalled that he had a spare Handgun sitting behind his back. It was a 9mm with 13 rounds and no spare mag for it but it would have to do in a pinch. He fired at the cholos trying to shoot them and he climbed his way up onto the roof. He then tried attacking and he got onto the hood of the car and tried to shoot them through the window. Cabello yelled, "If we crash, you die motherfucker just remember that shit!" Marrick yelled back, "i can still get him!" He tried to shoot Snapper who dropped his gun accidentally but he caught the 9mm and the two wrestled for it and exchanged punches. Marrick hit him square in the jaw and then again trying to get him in the eye. Snapper punched the black gangster in the nose and busted him with a lip shot but before he could do anything else, Marrick got a better grip on the handgun and grabbed his mask trying to look at his face before he could pull the trigger. He got his mask up about halfway above his jaw and part of his bottom lip before Chivo purposefully drove towards a dumpster in a back alley.

He crashed into it and send Marrick flying. Marrick hit the ground hard with a thug blood running down the side of his face and from his lips. He grabbed the 9mm which had about six shots fired and tried to shoot Snapper in the face but instead shot the window but a piece of glass did cut the man's right arm badly and the bullet did richochet and hit him in his right wrist. The car started to pull away and he hopped back on this time trying to go after Chivo but Chivo opened the door as he tried to stick the 9mm in. He sent him crashing against the dumpster this time and he landed on a garbage bag and felt something break as there was definitly glass in there. Mostly he landed on it with his feet but he felt it in his ass cheeks as well.

Chivo had hold of his 9mm and he fired out the window at Marrick trying to clip the gangster. The shots missed as Marrick took covr behind the nearby recycle dumpster and behind the trash bags. One round did ricochet just as it had with Snaper and the round hit him in the back of the right shoulder. Though the damage was considerably less than it would have been if it had been a dead on shot, it still hurt like hell. He cried out in pain. Snapper was going to finish him with the .357 but they could hear sirens in the area. "Chale, pues! La jura!"

Chivo tossed the pistol to El Cabello but the half Zuni half Mexican Onda member replied, "Don't give me that fuckin shit! It's got his prints on it fuck it let him take the fall!" He tossed it out the window striking Marrick in the face with it. The black male stumbled and fell. "That's aight bitch i'ma see you again!" He yelled. They tore off getting out of there.

Within three days, the smack was back in Arizona and already being broken down and sold by their dealers. Tincho and Mancho had been the men to have the smack given to them. The three other Onda members had been careful to destroy the car and had used counter surveillance and had gone dark again. They would surely strike again soon but they would do so with the esquinas they had from the various reservations. They had to show that not only was New Onda not to be fucked with, that other criminals who were ore independent were also not a joke in the South Western state.

Paul

He was feeling waves of nostalgia but also anxiety. He was here to resolve a couple of old beefs from his days with the gang around here. He was not sure how they would react that he was still alive and that he was back. He hadn't seen them in thre years. After what had happened with that Triad bastard...he couldn't stick around. "We can't stay here for too long," Tanaka stated. "And you are chasing a ghost."

"I don't care...he has to pay for what he did..." Paul said. "And besides there are my old friends. They still have problems with the Angels. I left them hanging. I don't even know which of them are still alive. Three years is a long time in the gang world."

"Just don't cause too much of a mess. It took a lot of strings to get you out of prison and I still need you to handle some things for me in return for what I've done for you. Don't make me regret it. Ivan may have put me your way but I do not work for free. This aint a charity case, pal."

"Understood," Paul said. "But these people are all I got and if I don't got them I got nothing. I can't reach out to the brother in the system. Being Onda up here doesn't do me a lot of good."

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That's it for this chapter i wanted to make it longer but it's already 21,000 words. Anyway so first off that scene with the bank robbery is from the movie Quick Change (1990) all though the bank Neto robbed is based on the crescent bank in New Arcadia, visually inside and out it's based on the NY bank they robbed up there. It was just a great scene and a smart Neto pullig a gun on the dog to holdng hands with the guard, to the way he answered the phone it's all humurous. i imagine the New Arcadia plice will be furious.

And becaue it is some of illas characters i would like to see how he handles the robbery on is end because Mark would be glued to the TV and Alison would be part of it all too.

As for the shotout involing the Warriors and the Angels, that's based on the mission in Mafia 2 when Vito and Joe and henry get heroin from the Triads. You can bet your ass that man that was giving Paul dirty looks is trouble. But just what did he do in betweeen 2012 and 2015 that makes Paul want him dead? As far as Sheppard's xecution of the Angel and the IC member there's no inspiration behind it other than that the writer yours truly is one demented fuck. I mean you start to think theres onl so many ways you can kill soebody while thats not true entirely it is true with guns so i wanted a fresh and brutal way to show an execution. By the way next chapter Littl Joe will lose his virginity to a cougar.

As for Packie not appearing this time well i blame you! JK not really but i did need a reviewer choice as far as if Packie should do a mission with Gordon next in an Irish vs Italian mob war again or work with Dwayne dealing with an in hood problem in North Holland? Either way, both jobs will happen you just pick which is first and both tie in to events from GTA IV.

As far as ivan and Grisha's sister Natasha this chapter brought them closer I meant to have her appear again and yes she and ivan will be an item too and I figured to have this be an instance where she kicked ass. As far as the internal war between Grisha and his father she does not want to pick sides. And once again we see Grisha is a snake but now we have more understanding as to why he is the way he is and we give more insight into the background of himself with his brothers and his father with avenging them. And despite Grisha's portrayal I wanted to still show somewhat symapathetic reasons s to why he does what he does. You dont have to agree with them but you understand the.

Plus both Grisha and Mr. Markovich got to have heart to heart talks concerning relationships, God, country, etc. What did you think of these conversations? What did you agree or disagree with?

As far as El Cabello and Snapper doing what they did me and Zilla discussed they would have a shootout with Maurice and marrick Romana nd this is kind of a precursor to that.

Next chapter i will show in a flashback the one visiting day Paul had with G Note i know some of you wanted to see that. It will go similiar to the one with Mai but maybe different in some ways that you wouldn't expect. He won't call her names but he will say things that cut her to the bone all the same. He'll als ask her difficult questions.

Lets just say one thing also regarding Ivan and the assault at the mansion. Because of this and Grisha's coup (Which you might say is bad and good timing) Ivand and any other soldiers loyal to Markovich Sr. will be greenlit so in the 2014 storyline and pssibly into the 2015 storyline Ivan will have to go to exile in Blaine County.

Anyway, thats all for now and please excuse my typos i am typing this on a android viking tablet and have a hard time with it i gotta get my desk top and lap top fixed. Anyway, ciao.