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.

66. Concession

Chopping The Wood

2015

Davis, San Andreas

Lil King was riding in a convoy as they were all on their way to Pacific Bluffs to deal with the AV. He thought back on the year 2013. It was strange to him to think that Stretch was gone. He had only known him a few months but he had the kind of personality that made an impression whether good or bad and when he had finally killed Leondre himself, he had gotten praise from th OG.

"On the real lil homie you did good chipping off that bitch ass nigga, man!" Stretch told him passing him a 40. "Word? Hell I thought you'd want me dead. Fucking up the truce and shit..."

"Nah...not you my nigga...it aint niggas like you that I got problems with i mean you remind me of me how I was back in the day. Truth be told niggas like you do be at fault though why truces can't last but that's just being young and dumb you feel me? Niggas like LD on the other hand...he may be a Baby Gangsta to me but by somebody like you he's the OG and he's supposed to be showing you young bucks what it is. I aint saying we really gotta have love for OCB. i ait asking you to go party with them but you gotta admit being about your paper is a lot better than being about your rag cause a green rag aint shit without green backs. Don't nobody respect broke niggas. Name one broke nigga anybody respects..."

"Shit...ii can't..."

"That's my point. Now it's niggas like you and the little BG's on the purple side that's finna keep set tripping and you young enough and new enough I aint even trip...but the homie LD? He and the boy Frank been fucking shit up. Snatching up a motherfucking Baller? They aint paying nobody 40 k. Franklin got a attitude but he supposed to be the smart one and he run along on that bullshit? if they was gonna do a kidnapping they should have went up to Rockford Hills and snatched up a white boy or one of they ho's. They parents got that trust fund money."

Lil King was confused. "So what you saying? Frank and Lamar getting set up? What about Forum Gangsters?"

Stretch stated, "Hey don't trip on it lil homie. We'll just consider them our CGF sub set on Forum Drive but it aint gonna be no deceleration of independence bullshit on my watch. Maybe Slim Skillz might could have pulled that off but a dumb ass like LD lacks the brains for that sorta shit and Frank lacks the balls, dog."

With that Stretch went over to talk to a couple hood rats but Flash walked up and pointed his Glock 45 at Lil King's stomach. "Take a walk with me..."

"What?!"

He did as he was told. "What are you doing?!" Lil King demanded. The CGF gangster pointed the gun at his head now.

"What's about to happen to Lamar and Franklin is happening. You best not say a motherfucking word to them niggas or that's your ass."

Lil King pulled out his own 9mm and pointed the barrel against Flash's gut. "Man, FUCK YOU. Lamar and Frank are my boys. Aint about to let them get fucked over like that. Go head and pull the trigger but if I die you die too."

"That's all well and good but that won't really do nathin for ya mama and your sister. What you didn't think I'd find out about that shit with your mark ass? Yeah. And your sister kinda fine too that ass aint filled out yet but I can tell she's finna have a booty one day. And as for your moms? Just another unfortunate victim of a drive-by."

"You set up Redwood too, didn't you?" Lil King asked. "I knew it was either you or Banks. Now I think I know which of you it was."

"Whether I did it or not don't motherfucker's done. You aint about to do shit about it. Cause like I said. If somebody talks about any of this to any of the homies like G Note and Peaches that don't know when to shut up and do what they're told, Banks is finna take it out on your thing happens if I don't walk away from this alive cause Banks knows we're having this conversation. And his boys know that if you make a move on him, they're supposed to spray up your mom's crib."

Lil King pulled his gun away

Now he was back in the moment. H Bomb was pissed off at the other gangsters lighting up a blunt. Big Sway as usual was arguing. "Nigga, if you don't like the motherfucking kush getting blown, then rise up out my ride, man. You supposed to be a Muslim go pray to Mecca."

"The brothers at the mosque don't need help but ya'll steady dumbing yourselves down smoking that shit. That's what the white motherfuckers want us to do, cuz. I mean at least we about to chip them off right but still what's the point if you just getting lit all the time? And I'm saying why can't you smoke when I'm not here, dude? It's like cigarette smokers you know they're chain smoking but do they gotta light up around people that don't do it? It impacts me too."

"It's my motherfucking ride, HASSAN. Besides..the bud? That shit was discovered by the Chinese...or India or something like that. Not no white boys."

"Yeah but it aint from Africa..." Bomb said. "So? Don't have to be fool we from right here. Besides even if it wasn't grown first it's like it was made just by God for niggas. If Allah aint want us getting faded why even make it? It aint like brew being man made this shit's from the earth."

"Then go eat some shrooms too then, you simple motherfucker...and be real with it make sure it was in some cow shit too. Don't half ass it now. If you can't stay straight for your own health how about to keep your head straight before we go bucking on peckerwoods?"

"Nah, but they be tweaking, Bomb. They're on that meth shit," King stated. H Bomb responded to the BG, "Then they're even more alert. You're in here smoking something that puts you to sleep they're doing something that wakes you up. You don't see the problem with that?"

Sway laughed as did Lamar. "Man, you wasting words on cuz right there. Cause as much as our generation liked to get high? Aint none of these millenials sober. They're all on something. If it's not molly or bud or lean you bet your ass it'll be some prescription over the counter meds. I swear I see more autistics nowadays than back in the day too...but that seroquel shit will fuck you up. So will prosac. All of that."

Meanwhile in a purple Burrito, Stone, Mark, Sugar Janea were also rolling out as was K Low. "I don't think you should be with us, Suge. You got a baby to look after now," Stone said. "I aint that far along. besides what you care? You didn't support the relatioship me and Ivan have. Why would you care about the baby fro it?"

"A baby is innocent. Thats something you and me both understand. Even if Leondre didn't...even if some niggas on the block don't think so or just don't care. I just...even if I could look past the fact that he is who he is, he's a lot older than you. That don't bother you?"

"What does it matter? We're both adults now."

"But he was an adult when you were in diapers. This country makes it seem like it don't matter after a certain age but the shit is always creepy."

"You really tryna front like you aint fucked no young strawberries?"

"I aint say I didn't but you don't see me fathering none of they babies. I got baby mamas fo sho but it aint like I aint want those ones. Besides my kids damn naar grown themselves. And it's been years since I seen my son..trying to fix that..."

"Hey why don't you go see your son?" She asked. "He's up in Ohlone, now. I haven't been able to leave the state. I talk to him on the phone when I can and even do video chat but that's all I can d till I'm off parole."

"I feel you, man..." Mark AKA Grizz stated. "I'm still trying to reconnect with my son and daughter I'm having more luck with her than with him. He under those Caarson fools spell now. I gotta get him back..."

"Whatever you do, blood..." K Low stated, "Donn't roll up there by yourself. It's tricky nowadays with the way truces be and shit. I mean you might could even be col with the OG's from out there but it won't matter cause the youngins start 's almost to the point where the YG's and the OG's aint even from the same set when you think about it cause OG's want peace half the time and war the other half but mostly OG's just wanna be about they paper and slow down but soldiers always want the funk."

Janea asked Sugar, "You think they'll be able to tell you who really killed your baby?" She then saw the look of Anguish in her face at the question. "I'm sorry..." She said. "It's okay...and no I don't know. With any truce...Ivan told me...there's always a lot of promises made...between countries that aren't honored. It doesn't mean a thing."

They pulled up to the spot where it was going down. They spotted three AV centurions up top. "Here we go..." Sugar stated as they got their weapons ready.

They arrived in good time. Surrounding the beach house they began to set up a perimeter. Big Sway upgraded his shotgun choice to a Spas 12 while H Bomb had an AK-74 instead of his usual '47. Lil King carried two Mac-10's, G Note carried a Remington 870, Peaches carried a G36, K Low carried two Uzis, Stone had an AR-15, Janea had an M4 Carbine, G Bone had an M4A1,Tyson carried an SVD which he had been practicing with in the woods in Paleto, Lamar carried an MP5. Weasel had an AK-47 of his own but it was gold and Slugz carried a Remington 1100. Grizz carried a P90.

Three more carloads of Ballas arrived and two more carloads of Families carrying varying types of guns. The AV had three guards up top looking like they were just some bald headed bozos looking to get a tan but they had PSG1's up there. G Bone turnd to Tyson, "Hey it's on you, man..."

Tyson drew on the first man. A muscular AV member wearing a red t shirt and beige khaki shorts. He fired striking the man directly in the heart. Before he could hit the ground dropping his beer, Tyson was already on the next target who was bending over to see if his friend was okay. Tyson had aimed this shot for the brain stem but instead hit him in the right temple next to his ear. "Damn! Guess I measured the wind wrong..." The dark skinned gangster cursed. "Hey don't even trip, homie that's good shooting and it's better to pick them off and be off by a few inches than miss all together," Encouraged Weasel. He aimed for the last one who was going for his own Rifle and he fired striking the man in the forehead.

With that, they were able to move on the beach from around the back even while there were still guards watching it from the front. H Bomb said, "Hey, I'll give you all a diversion. You just make sure you move in when you hear it."

He approached the guard at the front a big white male with a shaved head and a gold mustache and sunglasses wearin a green camo tank top and black jeans. "Hey, bro my car broke down and I gotta use the bathroom. Can I use yours?"

"Get lost..." The AV guard warned him. "Come on, man can't I just use your phone? Whatever happened to being a good samaritan?"

"I don't read Shakespear," The AV soldier growled. "Get the fuck outta here nigger!" He revealed his Walther P99. "We got a problem here?"

"Look, I can get outta here but you're not about to shoot a brother over that..."

'"You wanna test me, faggot? You're tresspassing on private property."

"Look, I wasn't trying to get booked for indecentexposure but nature calls. That's the beauty of being a man, right?" He went to piss on the palm tree. Of course he wasn't really doing that. He was reaching under his green and white flannel plaid jacket but the AV member yelled, "Hey! That's enough! I might not kill you but I'll sure as hell kick your teeth in!" He grabbed him and reached back to try an smack him with the gun when H Bomb pulled out a .50 Desert Eagle and pressed the barrel to his stomach and a sickening splat sounded as the .50 round went through his stomach and out his back. As he started to fall over H Bomb fired again opening up another big hole in his chest.

The AV soldier gurgled with blood erupting from his mouth like a crimson volcano and H Bomb put three ore shots into him, two more in the chest and one more into his face tearing his chin and jaw apart. "Punk ass cracker! Come on!" He yelled and the other gangsters began to open fire coming in from the back and they caught two AV soldiers who were lounging outside, Sugar lit the first man up with her AR-10 striking him with ten rounds, one in the left foot, three in the right knee and the rest in the center of his back as he fell.

Big Sway took out the other with a blast to the face obliterating the top half of his skull. They got inside the house with ease but Lil King, Tyson, G Bone and Peaches were going around to the front. Lil King saw two emerge from the entrance and saw the silver flash of a gun. That was all he needed. He sprayed his weapons at the stair case and two men fell down it already bleeding before they hit it decorating the stairs with blood. He'd hit both men with a combined amount of 22 rounds. The AV began to defend themselves from inside the house.

A ma with an AR-15 fired and struck a Baller from Tyson's hood who was overweight b eighty pounds and wore dreadlocks and a purple and white striped t shirt and violet jeans. The rounds struck him in the AV had called in backup and four vehicles, an range Admiral, a gray Willard, a white Baller, and a dark blue Greenwood pulled up and four men got out of each vehicle and all were heavily armed.

Sugar sprayed the remaining rounds into two men in the back killing one and badly wounding the other as she shot his right ear reloaded and the wounded gangster fired his 9mm wildly at her andd K Low got in the way taking two in the chest for her but he had a vest on. "Dam, girl you pregnant! You should have brought something with more than 20 in the clip!" He sprayed his Uzi at the man on the floor and four rounds from each weapon sawed through his face. Meanwhile outside a DNFG member with short dread locks a green plaid shirt and white khakis and an MP5 sprayed at the Admiral killing two of the AV goons hitting them with body shots while the third was wounded with two rounds in the left shoulder exiting the back. The fourth, however, had an M1 which he fired striking the gang member with dreads six times in the stomach. The gang member fell dropping his weapon and the AV member struck one of his friends a dark skinned black male with sunglasses and a green T shirt and blue jeans on with twelve in the chest.

This was short lived however, as Slugz hit him with a shotgun blast to the chest before taking cover behind the left side of the orange Admiral.

Peaches fired a headshot dropping an AV female and G Note covered them from the front as she discharged round after round and she struck two AV soldiers down at about twenty five yards. "CGF, motherfuckers! What's hood now?!" She cried. The second one she hit lay on the ground with the blast in his back but part of the buckshot hit him in the back of the neck and all the flesh was gone revealing white bone in the back including exposed cord and he was twitching as he went int shock.

The AV reenforcments did however, manage to drop four Ballas off the bat and two more Davis Families members. "This aint South Central you motherfuckers!" Screamed an AV LT as he fired striking another Davis gangster in the gut as he fired two Glocks as he had run out of ammo for his own M4. Bomb, who had gottn his Rifle brought back to him by Sway after the diversion fired a barrage into the man striking him in the stomach and chest with thirteen rounds. "It aint Sandy Shores either."

Before long, the Ballas from Davis, Rancho and Strawberry, lost all but two soldiers even though they managed to thin out the AV backup as they took down four of them. Now it was down to two soldiers from Tyson's hood and one of them, a nineteen year old teen from Belize standing at 5'6 wearing a Boars cap and a black t and skinny blue jeans had taken nine shots in the left leg. "BJ get your ass to cover!" Warned Tyson but it was too late. The AV soldier with the MP5, a red haired male in a flat top with a white tank and muscular arms standing six feet hit him with six more in the back through his left shoulder blade. Janea made short work of him howeve as she flaked him and fired ten rounds into his spine. Despite her doing this, it wasn't fast enough to stop the last Baller soldier a man with light brown skin and freckles indicating mixed ancestry from taking a shotgun blast in the back of the head from another AV enemy.

G Bone chopped this man down with fifteen rounds however. Lamar managed to clear another carload of AV goons as he fired the MP5 like a mad man. More of them got into the house and Stone came in blazing with the AR-15 striking an AV female with red hair near the window in the throat the next he hit was a brunette with short curly hair and brown eyes and he shot her in the mouth. The next was an Av member of English American descent that he hit in the right knee and raked the rounds up to his bladder.

Grizz found the last two AV members of the backup and he sawed through the first one with fifteen rounds, six in the stomach, eight in the back and one in the chin, the next was a blonde female in a faux hawk and gray eans and a white tank top carrying an MP7 but he hit her first striking her right elbow with four rounds and it split the bone there and as it hit the other side of her arm in the pit between her upper and lower arm, she fell and he unloaded the remaining magazine into her stomach. "CLEAR!" He yelled.

Lil King peered outside. "Fuck man..." He noticed that all of the Families backup had been wiped out too. It pissed him off. Not only cause they were homies but also because none of them could ever afford to live around here but the first time they came here they were good enough to die here.

But now they had the AV right where they wanted them. They spotted seven brick loads of meth on the table and there was only two survivors of the shootout. One had been hit in the left leg by Lamar, the other had been wounded by Sugar in his left hand. "You're all making a big mistake..." Said the first man. "Do you know who's shit you're stealing? Who you're ripping off?"

"Yeah. I know exactly who," H Bomb said. "You fuckin albino gorilla. And what you gonna do about it? If you want your shit back ya'll can try rolling through Davis see how far you get."

"It doesn't matter where you hide..." The man Sugar shot stated. "The world isn't big enough to hide from us."

"You can't touch us..." Taunted Peaches. "This aint South Central in the 50's you can't terrorize us no more. Not on the streets or the big house."

"You think you've seen terror, little girl?" Replied the man who Sugar shot. "You aint seen..." Sugar silenced him by firing the entire new magazine into his throat and he fell over dead before he hit the ground his throat ripped open.

G Note shot the other man in the stomach and watched him bleed out. "Come on...let's get this ice back to the hood so we can make that guap!" G Bone suggested and ith that the gangsters from varying sets went their own way and as soon as Lil King was back in the van while the others were talking about their narrow survival and smoking weed and listening to the son Whose The G by BG Knocc Out on the radio, Lil King told H Bomb about his conversation with Stretch from two years ago and how he felt like an asshole for not having been able to warn Franklin and Lamar about being set up and almosst killed or even Paul from gettin hauled off to prison.

"Look little brother sometimes things happen the way they happen but karma's a bitch it always comes back around. And Stretch? I never liked him but he gone now so is Rhino so what does that tell you?"

"I know but Banks and Flash still out there and they like mini Stretches. They act like they run the hood now instead of Gerald but they just like little BG's."

"Yeah well that's the thing even in your own set you gotta know who to stay away from. And who to be tight with. Banks and Flash are the ones you stay away from. Hey let me ask you something. What you want to do with your life, King? Outside of this here game?"

Lil King was stumped. "I don't know...i aint even thought of that..."

"Yeah well that's the problem isn't it?"

"I mean Stretch had told me that niggas without money nobody remember them so you gotta get yours any way you can. I mean the shit was confusing to me though cause he put that in my head but then he talking about how Frank and Lamar fucked up a truce when it wasn't about the sets it was just the trying to come up. So how I'm supposed to learn anything when I got the same nigga telling me two different things? He might be dead now but i aint never got a chance to ask him what's up with that."

"That's where he's already wrong with what he told you. Malcolm X didn't have much money when he died. He was having a lot of financial problems. And more people remember him than Stretch. Marcus Garvey died poor too. It aint about what you have. It's about what you are and what's your legacy. This hood bullshit's got you distracted so much you don't even know your own goals outside getting over? Think about it, loc. And fuck Stretch and wht he say. He's gone."

Neto

He sat staring at the streets. He was in a hotel just off had the FX-05 equipped with double magazines. It was Febuary now and he suspected that any moment Mark could come through the door. There was a knock at the door. He opened the door with the Rifle against the was at the door. "What's up. You can take the Serpant from behind the door. We're on the same side."

He was let in. "You expecting somebody?"

"A mayate, a chinito and a couple of white heads that need to be popped until they're nothing but puss and blood."

"You know, I can't say I've ever had the chance to meet Marcus Roman. I wouldn't mind. Of course, if I fight him the only thing stopping him from dying is divine intervention. Or somebody else."

"Are you trying to say I can't handle business?"

"I'm saying that you're Onda. And you need to stop playing with your food and eat it."

"Well excuse the fuck outta me, ese. I want him to suffer."

"Yeah but you've had plenty of chanes to kill him. That overdose shit was a start. But you should have just cut his head. Separate his brain from his spinal cord. As far as suffering, you already causd him plenty of physical pain and he caused you pain. The only pain he needs to see now is when you kill his loved ones in front of him. Don't be like Ernesto. Or before long, you'll be allied with him too I'm going to be honest. I don't respect Ernesto Santana. Whatever he used to be in the past he's soft. New Austin Onda might think that he's the reason they have power but it's not. They carved their empire in blood in the 80's before that skinny Tejano punk became a carnal. He may have even done some shit a couple years ago that increased the power they have. But Ernesto is no longer useful to us."

Neto told Culebra, "i have something you need to know. It stays between us. Ernesto is green lit by San Andreas. Even though he's no longer one of us and isn't our jurisdiction, the carnales see it as a sign of disrespect. I kept tabs on the situation there which means that the carnales know what's going on. They have footage of him and Mark. They see the fact that Ernesto is friendly with the fucker that sent that picture of me all over as a sign of betrayal. They sent a wila to the New Austin torcidas and as of now...the word is this...it's entirely up to me. The carnales in New Austin will continue to back his son and they'll even back Ernie if he grows a pair. But if I do choose to take him out now...the Mexicanemi would see it as a way of getting rid of him without getting their hands dirty so they won't retaliate.

"Por lo que entiendo, Ernesto ve a Nueva Arcadia como una nueva zona de césped para ganar dinero. Miguel prefiere trabajar en tomar las partes de New Austin que Onda no ejecuta. tiene más sentido," Replied the ex Seal.

(From what I understand, Ernesto sees New Arcadia as a new piece of turf to make money from. Miguel would rather work on taking the parts of New Austin that Onda doesn't run. it makes more sense. )

"Sí. Ese puto piensa que tiene más sentido comer un pastel nuevo que el que han estado comiendo. Está tratando de citar a Sun Tzu. Al menos él cree que es. El problema es que no puedes tomar otro estado cuando todavía no tienes todo lo que ya tienes. Y su excusa tendría sentido si Ernesto tuviera las bolas para expandirse en una toma de poder hostil. Todo lo que tuvo que hacer fue enviar a Miguel a algún lugar donde Mark no tuviera influencia. Él puede hacerlo. Han pasado drogas de contrabando al país sin que el gobierno lo sepa, así que Ana sería inútil al detener eso. Y solo sería suficiente para que él termine con Mark. La verdad es que, si Ernesto quisiera, podría poner sus manos en los lanzacohetes. Él podría terminar esa guerra en un solo día. Él piensa que está protegiendo a su hijo al mantenerlo cerca, pero ESO es el motivo por el que siempre pierde," Neto explained.

(Yeah. That puto thinks it makes more sense to eat of a new pie than the one they've been eating. He's trying to quote Sun Tzu. At least he thinks he is. The problem is you can't take another state when you don't yet have all of the one you are already in. And his excuse would make sense if Ernesto had the balls to expand in a hostile takeover. All he ever had to do was send Miguel somewhere Mark has no influence. He can do it. They've smuggled drugs into the coutry without the goverment knowing so Ana would be useless at stopping that. And it would only be long enough for him to go finish Mark. The truth is, if Ernesto wanted to he could get his hands on rocket launchers. He could finish that war in a single day. He thinks he's protecting his son by keeping him nearby but THAT is why he always loses.)

"So what do you want to do, homes? Since the ball is in your court. With both states?"

"For now...we keep this to ourselves and sleep on it. The smart play...is to use Ernesto. If his son is threatened he'll be forced into war. Mark's an animal. He can't help himself. I stayed in my state. So we'll use Ernesto and Felix. They probably won't kill anybody important but I think they have a chance of getting Lee or Jimmy. If they're lucky."

"No..." Culebra said. "Cherry head is mine. I've got a way to fuck with him. What they did to you with the sun...we'll get them back for that. It's about to be March soon enough. And as for Ernesto...Sé lo que deberíamos hacer, pero probablemente no te va a gustar. Yo digo que matamos a su hija Carmen. Haz que se vea como lo hicieron los romanos. No me refiero a un trabajo de marco de mierda. Quiero decir que parece que es indiscutible. Puedo hacer que se vea de esa manera."

(I know what we should do but you're probably not going to like it. I say we kill his daughter Carmen. Make it look like the Romans did it. I don't mean a shitty frame job. I mean make it look like it's indisputable. I can make it look that way.)

Neto knew what he was trying to say. Miguel was still useful and while Neto had not liked him when he arrived, he had started to grow balls and brains while Ernesto steadily lost his. But the death of Carmen, who had no value to them strategically except as canon fodder would spur him to war. Ernesto would be canon fodder too. Neto thought hard about that. He knew that he could fight Mark until the bitter end because he had no children. He had nothing to threaten him with. Would killing Carmen Ernesto stronger? While it was true his children were his weakness, if the death of his late wife was any indication of his behavior it could also soften him further.

"No...not yet at least."

Sunbelt

Ernesto was driving to the north side of town. He didn't know if Mark was aware he had moved from where he was in the city. He was on his North Side of town. The thing was, he didn't care. Even if Ernesto hadn't been ho he was and Mark hadn't been who he was, he didn't like the idea of a youngster trying to tell him what to do. The kid could have been his son. In a way, he saw similarities between himself and Maurice Roman. Sure, the guy was an asshole but like himself, Maurice had sons in the game. The difference seemed to be that he had more sons in the game than Eresto did. Truthfully, though he knew this wasn't so. Miguel was and Luis had been. And in Mark's case there was Mark himself, and the middle brother compared to a sister, a brother who was maybe a wannabe but not the real deal, and a sister. Maybe it was just because Ernesto had more children and most of them, even taking Miguel and Luis aside, were legit business owners.

Then again, maybe in some ways, rather than Miguel being at all like Mark, he was more like Marrick. loyal to a fault and devoted to the game.

Ernesto pulled up to a Mexican resteraunt that he saw a retirement party was happening in. He spotted the target in a sombrero. "Maricon..." He muttered. He pulled away and would wait at the man's house. He waited after disarming his alarm. One hour. Then two. Finally he heard a car pull in. The house was pitch black inside and a middle aged Caucasian male with shaggy sand colored hair came in. Ernesto was pissed. Not only was this piece of shit a retired judge as of today, he had been drinking and driving. The man never saw Ernesto coming from the dark. He clubbed him in the back of th head with the .44 and the man hit the floor hard.

When the man came to, Ernesto had him handcuffed to his stairs and he was watching his TV with the volume up high. "Fuck is this? You're cleaned out! No point in robbing this place...well except for this..." He held up the man's holster where he kept a .45 Automatic. The man replied, "Okay...you know I'm a judge..."

"No. The engraving on this watch says you're retired. Today. Rough divorce, huh? She must be a real vile cunt...hope she didnt pass that on to your daughter..." Ernesto said pointing the man's .45 at the picture frame above the fire place. "Listen..." The southern judge said. "It's not too late to cut your losses."

Ernesto ignored him. "You don't remember me..." He realized. "You remember Marisol Santana?"

"No...she a friend of yours?"

;

"She was my wife. The mother of my children...the lady you had executed for murder and armed robbery. You know most states...they took years in appeals. And not very often are women executed. Not here. Not with you. You sent her to death row so fast...if I didn't know better I'd think you were a Klansmen..." The forme judge said, "Look, I don't know who you got your information from but I had nothing to do with the death of your wife. There's thousands of judges in this state, son. Whoever they are they are not telling you the truth."

Ernesto aimed the .45 at him. "You're being set up!"

"It wouldn't matter if I was..." Ernesto said. "Somebody wants you dead. And that's me."

He turned up the TV. "You don't want a judge kill on your hand! They'll give you death row too!"

"Judge Eisner...i was there. There's no point in lying to me. The cops thought they had me in that house. She told me to run and she'd be behind me. They arrested her. They never tied me officially to those robberies but I was guilty. You killed her for something i did too. You didn't even look at her the entire time. You knew I was guilty but since they didn't catch me that night but they caught her you decided 'good enough!' Let's put another spic gangster's wife in the ground."

The guy broke off the piece of the stairs he was cuffed to and Ernesto came back. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" The guy cried out in a panicked voice. Ernesto fired two shots in his back. He fell over bleeding. Ernesto fired a round into the back of his head. He had a blue rag and he used it to check his wallet. The piece of shit had $20 in his wallet.

He left the TV blasting and headed out around back and got back into his car driving off.

Meanwhile...

Neto and Joaquin sat in the safe house Joaquin had just outside of town. Suddenly the door crashed open and Lee and Jimmy burst through the door. Jimmy had a Bushmaster M4 trained on him while Lee had his usual shotgun to Neto's head. "You just don't know when to quit do you? Don't you get tired of this shit? You fucked with my wound. Hiding behind Marky 's the only way you could get one over on me is if your boyfriend does your fighting for you."

Joaquin looked at Jimmy unafraid even as he took the pistol from his belt. "What's shaking red? Carpet match the drapes?" Jimmy clubbed him in the face and his lip was busted open and bleeding. "Yeah...about the same color as you're leaking out right now."

"So what's up, juero you back for round two?" The Mojave Indian Chicano asked. "The only rounds there's gonna be is the ones all through your body..." Jimmy stated. Lee said, "By the way...you have a nice car, ESE..." They heard the sounds of glass shattering and looked to see both of the men's cars were ablaze. Two tax free BSU members had cocktailed them. "You fucking BITCH!" Neto screamed. Joaquin looked Jimmy in the eyes even down the barrel. "You aint shooting me. Mark won't let you."

"Wanna bet on that sport? You'd bet your life on it? Mark aint here."

"I bet my life on it...because whatever your plans are with us torture us, bring us to Mark...you came to get us. So you're not doing it here..." He knocked the M4 aside and it went off and tackled Jimmy. The two grappled and Lee still kept his shotgun on Neto. "That might distract a lesser man...but I'm not one. You stay right the fuck where you are."

"You sure about that? Jimmy can fight for a juero born in the states...but against a Seal? Well...you got more faith than i do."

"Shut the fuck up and get down on your knees."

Neto did as he asked and put his hands behind his head. "You want to know what you're doing wrong? i mean it is a smart play not taking your cuete off me. But you stil fucked up."

"How's that, genius?" Asked Lee. "You plan on kidnapping somebody and bringing them to their death you don't want to let them know."

"I didn't say a word besides i got a shotgun on you. I can take your face clean off. I should...mark will have something more brutal in mind but he'll probably leave you face alone for an open casket funeral. All those Azteca bitches can cry for you. He just won't leave the rest of you intact."

"Well you didn't have to tell me. You and Mark taking me anywhere, it kind of goes without saying it only ends one way..." Jimmy hit Joaquin in the face and followed up with a roundhouse to the gut. Joaquin hit the ground and Jimmy tried to pounce with rage but Joaquin kicked him in the stomach and rolled out of the way as the red head doubled over and fell forward. He came up with a punch to the side of the face.

Neto stated, "So you know those pictures of me you took? I admit it...you almost damaged my street credit. Almost. The vatos back home were getting ready to tool up and come here."

"If they had...they'd just come home in a box," Lee noticed the fight was getting carried away. "Let's step outside..." He rammed Neto in the chest with the shotgun then nudged him forward as the Mexican national gasped for his breath. "Move it..."

He did. "That's not...gonna make a difference. They would have had rocket launchers. You think we can't get it?"

"You think WE can't? Mark's got one..."

"Yeah but Mark doesn't have a hundred vatos with a rocket launcher. And even if he did, if you sent every Los Santos gang against every New Arcadian you'd lose."

"That's cause you got the numbers. LS guys will take fifteen people just to shoot one guy. A New Arcadian guy on the other hand will take one guy and shoot fifteen."

"Well that's bullshit. If any of your shootings out here were one guy dropping 15 it would be a mass shooting and all over national news. I think you vatos hype yourselves up more than you are. Sure, maybe you have a higher murder rate than LS, Liberty, Vice...but you'll also never be as big time. You're big fish in a small pond, firme. We're big fish in big ponds. That just means more."

"Oh sure. The second most polluted city. I'll pass..."

"Yeah? Is that right? Well guess who's first? A Chinese city."

"I'm American."

"No you're not. You're Chinese. If I was born in China Id still be Mexican. That's what I'd be seen as. I actually pity you. Mark can speak Swahilli and French. You can't speak shit but English. You don't fit in even with the Bitches Stand United. And you don't fit in with your own either. THAT'S why you get along with the Vietnamese on the west coast. Many of the ones in the hood don't know shit about their own ways. You know why BSU fights not only skinheads but street gangs too? Whether you know it or not, you're cultureless. You claim to be anti racist and all welcoming but you still conform to a white way of life."

"Bullshit. I know you listen to Mexican metal."

"i do. But i don't hang with gavachos. Outside of Ivan but really he's a juero but he's a Russian juero and he has a reason to be in this country. When that reason is dealt with I think he'll leave."

"Maybe you're just inimidated that we hang with other people."

"Fucker, I LIVED with Ivan and Mai. We fought in arguments but at least we all understood we're not the same. not culturally, hell we didn't even all listen to the same kinda music. That' the thing you Bullshitters just want a bastadized unauthentic future where nobody gives a shit about culture. You listen to punk and metal. Why aren't any of those bands Asian? You don't have to specifically listen only to it but I've seen your playlist. I know every song and artist you listen to. They're not Chinese Japanese...nada. It's like you're excluding it."

"There's not that many Asians in the states...even less that do that kinda music."

"Yeah so? Seether isn't from here either. Doesn't stop you guys from listening to them. Truth is the only minorities that join the BSU are people that have little or no standing with their own gente. Even that fuckin mulatto puto Scott Parker that snitch that started you guys. He thinks he's all that cause he beats up on skinheads but the average 'brothas' aint listening to Hardcore. He doesn't even look like a real mayate. or a white boy. Or even the average Dominicano."

Neto then got an evil grin. "You must not think much of the Vietnamese girls out here either that you gotta travel all the way to San Andreas to fuck one. It's like you know New Arcadia is trash. Your women are trash, your parades? Shit homes, every single culture in Los Santos has parades that top your gay ass Mardi Gras shit. You guys got titties for beads? Motherfucker we got the porn capital and casting couches. Gangster rap was invented out west. North easterners can rap, west coasters can rap. Southerners ruined it. Your city specifically. You're the armpit of New Austin you're only considered great by southern standards and that's only because you're bordered by Arkansas and Mississippi too."

He looked Lee directly in the eye. "You're just a watered down version of Mark. At least Jaime over there has been in the military. You can't shoot much but a shotgun. I have training in every fucking type of weapon. Even this..." He showed him his scar from what Lee did to his appendix. "You couldn't even do that to me when We danced, chico. You rode on Mark's coat tails again. You were real brave when you had me tied down. You're like one of those fuckers that messes with cashiers at stores talking shit to them when they can't defend themselves or they'll lose their job..."

Lee smirked. "Yeah but your homies still saw you lost to Mark."

"Yeah? Let me show you something...I'm just reaching for my phone..."

Lee warned, "Slowly!" He did as he was told. He showed a picture of Mark after his surgery. "Guess I wasn't the only one who had to go under the knife. Here I was thinking I lost...and maybe in a way I did...but well...it's kinda like when somebody gets wounded in battle. One side has a certain amount of deaths so does the other and both have wounded. It's like when you read about famous battles and it says how many were wounded. And maybe some died of their injuries. It doesn't always say who all did."

"Mark didn't die, HOMES."

"No, he didn't. But he had a delayed know what the reactions were of people from Rancho? initially shock. And anger when they saw that picture of me. Then when I showed I survived there was relief but you know what else it told them? That you can't even finish what you started. It was even worse when they realized they shot me out of a plane. And that i wrestled a gator? Which...you know...Mark can try and deny that part but somehow I do'n't think he will."

The sounds of the fighting inside the house told him neither side was giving up. "So what...you're saying it won't matter to people you took a loss?"

"It matters but given the circumstances, not only is it above and beyond that i even fought, I should be dead."

"Well finally we agree on something. But you're like a cockroach in a nuclear war."

"My GOD you really are dumb. And I'm from a third world country. A roach's lifespan is a year. The one you work for being the exception."

"Where did you get that picture?" Demanded Lee. "Let me see your phone."

"No..."

"The fuck do you mean no? You're not in a position to tell me no. I'm taking your phone."

"I can tell you this. We may have gotten it from the cloud but it wasn't one of us that took the picture. That should concern you. See...I heard you vatos got attacked and that was based on a Life Invader post...or was it? I made sure my people out in Rancho saw it. And I made sure all of those close to Mark saw it. How do you think Yolanda really found out?"

"You're lying..." Lee said. "At least about that part."

Just then an eagle flew by. Neto's eyes followed it. "Why the fuck is one of Manfred's drones here? It's just the two of you and the two of us. You don't need backup," Against his better judgement, Lee looked for just half a second. That was all he needed. Neto cold cocked him. The shotgun went off and Neto grabbed it and used it to ram into his chest. "You know what bitch?!" Neto growled. "You just gave me an idea..." Lee struck him in the face with a left hook aiming for the soft part of his cheek and he went for a hook to his nose next. Neto head butted Lee and his nose bled and the way it bled almost reminded Neto of fireworks for some reason. Neto's nose bled too but the plate in his head had obviously hurt him worse.

Neto hooked Lee in the stomach and followed with a south paw belt to the right eye. Neto grabbed his shirt and drove a knee into his abdomen. Lee cried out but he brought an elbow down on Neto's back as he grabbed the Mexican male and fell to the ground pulling him down. The elbow was for when Lee got up. Neto. "Fuck off...!" Lee growled.

Neto taunted, "Why do you always say that? New Arcadians really must be inbred. You don't say fuck off in a fight you say it when you're pissed at somebody...you..." Lee punched him in the face. "ANA GOT TO HEAR YOU NOT TALK WHEN YOU FOUGHT GIVE ME THE SAME COURTESY!" Lee roared.

He hit Neto with a series of one two combo punches and Neto fell back not so much from the force of the blows but the continuation of the blows and losing his footing. Neto came up swinging hitting Lee in the groin and he followed with a left hook to the face and a left hook to the nose followed by a backhand to the lips. Both of their lips were bleeding now.

Inside, Jimmy pulled out a knife and swung it at Joaquin. He cut the side of his face but he avoided the next few swipes and he ducked to a corner and Joaquin retrieved something. Jimmy lunged for his neck but Joaquin grabbed his arm and he hit Jimmy in the side of the face in the right cheek near the eye. He had brass knuckles on. He hit him again in the mouth and his lips were cherry red practically. He grabbed Jimmy by the hair and punched him again disarming his knife with hardly any effort. He then threw him head first at the side window. He crackd it. He picked him up again and said, "Tu sabes, white boy...I always wanted to throw somebody out a window...and thats the one thing I never did before..."

He threw him again and this time shattered the glass and he went through and Jimmy landed outside of it with glass stuck in different places.

Neto meanwhile, had his feet kicked out from under him. Lee was now trying to target his chest from before. Neto blocked his next move and he got behind him and began to punch him in the back of the head. He grabbed his head and slammed it to the ground and he saw that one of Lee's stitches in the back of his head had opened. "Nice..." He said with a grin. Lee came at him punching him four times, the first hit Neto in the left eye the next in the nose trying to break it. in fact, he did break it. The next hit him in the right ear temporarily causing a ringing and the next was his jaw. Neto's jaw hurt like crazy and he staggered back, dazed. Lee gave him a kick boxers foot to the gut next and Lee wanted to try and kick his knee in while he was standing but Neto fell before he could. Lee hopped and bounced around like a boxer. "Come on, bitch. Get up! I'm not gonna baby sit ya. Stand the fuck up! Your name is Santa Muerte? Earn it!"

"Whatever you say...Shotgun Maria..."

Lee charged at him with anger and threw the hardest punch he could. Neto didn't move even though he had blocked plenty of blows before. He let him hit him but he moved his face so that Lee hit the hard part of his skull where the plate was and not his face. Lee cried out in pain as his hand hit it and he thought he heard a sound but he wasn't sure. Lee tried to ignore the pain just to show that Neto didn't bother him and he tried to let his anger and adrenaline block the pain. He threw a punch with the same hand hitting Neto in the jaw but yelled, "SHIT!" He hit him three times with the left hand instead. Neto shoved him back long enough to pop his own nose back into place. Some blood did spray and got in Lee's eye but Lee also had blood from the stitches in the back of his head as well. Neto punched him in the face hitting him in the left ear causing the same ringing effect. He hit Lee three more times with a right and left combo and Lee almost fell down but he caught himself with his good hand so that his back and head didn't hit the ground.

"You know how you should know I didn't kill Laurie? Well...not kill...since you did that...but you know how you should know I didn't torture her? If that was me, I would have done it in front of you."

He got up and swung with his good hand and Neto and Lee jabbed at each other. He wanted to try and tire Neto out but the problem was his hand. He tried his best to dodge and block and also throw blows.

Jimmy spat blood on the floor but as Joaquin tried to hit him with the brass knuckles he caught his hand and he trid to break his arm but El Culebra broke free of the grasp but the knuckles came off. His real knuckles were swollen from using it. Both men had blood running down their faces. Jimmy hit him with a punch that was more arm than anything else and a few pieces of glass that Jimmy had stuck in his arm cut Joaquin on the right shoulder and the chest but it also broke off more inside Jimmy's arm. Jimmy ripped what shard pieces out of himself he could but he was bleeding.

"You better leave a few of those in there, punk. You're just making it worse pulling out," Joaquin stated. "How's that tattoo of yours?" Growled Jimmy. "Or lack of...?"

Joaquin replied, "Sore. But I've suffered worse. You know as much as I hate redheads probably even worse than rubios y rubias...you know what's interesting about when i put you out there in the hot sun before you all did that to Neto? It's that redheads produce their own Vitamin D. It's almost an excuse not to be in the sun. The shit is funny to me."

"Well Columbus and General Custer had red hair. I'm not racist and they were dicks but maybe their red hair helped them. It's a advantage against certain diseases like TB too," Jimmy said softly.

"And it's still a disadvantage in sunlight," Joaquin said.

"Why the fuck do you hate redheads so much?"

"If you have to ask that question..." Joaquin said before proceeding to throw a quick jab to Jimmy's left temple which caught him off guard. The two squabbled again.

Neto meanwhile, was still throwing jab after jab with Lee but he was noticing he was throwing less and less jabs. "Fuck's wrong with you?" He demanded. "Aren't you a boxer? You guys are supposed to last twelve rounds. It's been four."

Lee backed off a bit saying..."What?"

"Four rounds. Three minutes each. Four rounds. It's been twelve."

"You can't possibly know that...you don't have a watch."

"The position of the sun and the shadows. I know what your plan was. Tire me out. You weren't planning on getting tired yourself. Then again they allow one minute breaks...do you need a nap, Mary?"

Lee charged at him and he easily side stepped him. He didn;t hit Lee next so much as use his body weight against him. Lee fell forward. He got up but then he felt dizzy. Neto chuckled. "Yeah, stupid...you're bleeding from the back of your dome, recuerdo?"

Lee threw another punch but he lurched forward and fell over. "Pathetic. So is that a technical knock out or what, eh? I could call that a victory but that shit was so pathetic I don't even want it..." He took a picture with his phone. Lee tried to get up but Neto put a foot on his chest as he had done with him. "I hope you didn't tap out this early with Mai. Then again she is an IAA agent. She probably faked it."

Neto then leaned in and said, "You know you said I was a bitch for the Aztecas. That was false. A bitch for the Zapatistas? False. Bitch for Onda? Hey...I didn't want that promotion but when I did get it...i thought...hey this aint so bad...Madrazos...I'll give you that. I was. You also forgot I was in the army. So you can say I was a bitch then. But now I do what I do out of choice. You're not a leader. I can be a leader or I can be an independent but i'm no follower. You on the other hand...you're a follower. All the way through."

He began to take the barely conscious man and he put him in the trunk after tying him up and gagging him. Jimmy, meanwhile was fighting Joaquin to a standstill neither side would give an inch. Jimmy did a roll to his M4 however. "I don't care if you don't get brought to Mark...it's him we want..." He gasped in a hoarse rasp. Joaquin smiled. He move his hand and dove from where he was and Jimmy fired at him and one round did catch the Chicano in the left shoulder luckily an entry and exit wound but just then the room filled with bright light. Jimmy staggered blind. Joaquin held his bloody shoulder and Jimmy tripped over the coffee table smacking his head on the floor. Neto came inside. "What was that?"

"A flash grenade...all it took was some ingrediants from the pharmacy, some aluminum foil mixed in a coffee grinder. It makes a nice flash grenade. Range of about twenty feet."

They grabbed the blinded Jimmy and tied him up next. They put him in the trunk of the gray Felon Joaquin had stolen. "Where should we dump these two?" Asked Culebra.

"I got an idea..."

Sunbelt

It had been several hours later. Lee woke up to pain. Miguuel was behind him. "Get off me!" He jerked. Neto stopped him. "For once...the kid aint here to hurt ya. I figured.. you guys did take my appendix out. How very socialist of you. You didn't even charge! Well...I figured the least I could do was return the favor. We want you looking good for your funeral..."

Lee growled at Miguel, "Fuck are you doing here? By you fucking with me...you're just bringing more bad shit on yourself and your dad."

"Is that any way to talk to a man stitching back your wounds? You lost a lot of blood. You're lucky you didn't fuckin die on the way here. Who the fuck starts fights when they're still banged up? Anyway, I got the picture Neto sent of your boy Mark...but then I got this one too..." He showed him the picture of himself. "I'm just here as an observer. And because I want to know if you had shit to do with setting me and Adayh up...with the Rifas...I know Marcus is friendly with them."

"We did't have shit to do with that. For one thing we wouldn't try and kill Adayh...and we wouldn't leave your deaths up to some amatures. By attacking you that would upset the delicate balance of peace. Like you did before with the fake out of the deaths. And what you did to Kyra."

"Kyra should have never gotten involved in gang fights. Neiter should Ana. I don't like you but I can't deny you're hood. Mark is too even if he doesn't want to be. But there's nothing hood about a black Brit."

"Why not?" Lee asked. "South London is pretty rough."

"Who cares? That means nothing here. And Ana? Well she seems like she grew up middle or upper class. Government dogs have no business in our wars. Kyra had what happened to her happen after she killed a lot of South Siders. The same with Ana. You BSU fuckers...you think you're untouchable but now I think you know better. Problem is, Ana doesn't think she is. And the rest of your alphabet homies think that too. But you KNOW people want a shot at alphabet agencies too."

"How the fuck did you learn how to stitch?" Asked Lee. "My sister taught me..." Miguel replied. "You know what? Santa Muerte told me how you were mocking who he's down with and you and mark like to give me shit cause I didn't do time in the big pen but I did do juvie time."

"So? That doesn't count."

"it's more than you guys did..."

"No that's..."

"You know you remind me of this one guy in the place...only chino in the place. There was a Japanese kid too but they stayed away from each other. Well El Japo ended up getting stabbed by some Rifas over a disagreement. Then El Chino? He got raped by the white kids. You like to say how I'd get punked in prison but inside I'd be running shit. You and guys that look like you can't even protect yourselves. You'd PC in a heart beat."

He then let Lee go. "Good as new..."

"What's the point stitching me up? Neto's just gonna kill me...and if you think stitching me up in any way makes up for all you've done, it doesn't."

"You did the same for him..." Miguel looked Lee in the eyes. "And you did plenty of shit to us first. You always retaliate, Lee. So you really are a gang banger whether you admit it or not. But did you ever stop to think 'Maybe I'm in the wrong'? Even Mark has considered that killing some of us in his little frenzy ended up being a mistake since the BGA want him gone too."

"You know by sitting here and watchin even this counts as you being here and trying to fuck with me."

Miguel chuckled. "I already stitched you up. I'm being as much like Switzerland as I can. But I don't have to save you even if i aint gonna kill you. Those stitches aint to stop you from dying. Just to stop you from dying right now.."

"You'e not sitting on the fence you piece a shit! I know what you did to Laurie!"

Miguel sighed. "You still don't get it. You're not in charge here. Mark is not in charge. If anybody honestly runs New Arcadia it's that bitch Mark follows like a puppy dog..." He said referring to Ana. "Maybe the thing you all like to say to us...Gurdo...Cheetah..Isabella..they got themselves killed...if that's true Laurie got herself killed fucking with our stash. Money isn't really an issue it's more of a I didn't kill them, any of the others they ripped off would have. And just because I did d what i did...don't get it backwards. The other cliques that your tax free band robbed are still coming after them for it. You already felt the heat from us but you pissed off some polar bears and changos too. You know what you would have done if you were smart? Only ever robbed us. Well ok that's not SMART but it's a lt less stupid than robbing damn near every street gang in Sunbelt."

"We'll beat them back. We always do."

"You know what's interesting about this shit? Victor and Miller were doing the same thing you were a couple years ago. Only now they're not with you. They thought with Mark watching them they'd never die. And mi padre? I admit he lost heart when mi jefita died but let' face facts ripping off our stashes was a lot easier for all of you before 2013 when he got back. But I remeber those days. You vatos weren't loud. You would rip and run and hide back in the shadows. Always small takes. So don't think you're unotchable...matter of fact...before I stitched you up..I was watchin the news. One of the cliques you riped off just hit the Roman Boyz in Sunbelt in the hood. Then those bikers your girlfriend ripped off...paid the Sunbelt faction a visit. And the funniest part is...they had the 52's WITH THEM. You vatos actually got some redneck bikers and some grimy cuervos to band together. So you might be an all nations mob but it's starting to look like your enemies will be too."

"This won't end well for you.. Stitching me up aint changing what's coming. If you really gave a damn about your dad or your family you wouldn't be doing this now you'd try and make this truce work."

Dallas heard this and snorted. "Why? So you can just go after his family at a later time? We know all too well how your kind is. We're your problem now..." The AV member spat in Lee's face. "You Bolshevik's were a major thorn in our side. A real scorpion bite in the as. Well...every dog has his day. And the Vanguard aint never going anywhere. No matter what you and Roman want. You can slow us down. Force us to a stand still. But we're sons of the south. We don't give up. i'll tell you what, boy. When I kill Mark I'm gonna bring him 'll get his own grave. He's a king. He may be still a nigger but aeven niggers have kings. I'm gonna showhim your grave before I put him in his. You don't get your own grave, boy. You're a Mongoloid serf. Hell you allare. That's why you're sharing graves. Like a peasant. See the Vanguard is a multimillion dollar organization. You aint never gonna beat us. It aint gonna be the Ese's or the ward s that thin you out. It'll be us."

Miguel said, "The beauty of this is I don't have to do anything else. I think i believe you about not knowing that the Rifas set them up. But if Mark is friends with them and the Rifas tried to kill Adayh and Adayh is friends with Task who's friends with Mark..." he whistled. "Thats a conflict of interest. I'm sure Mark will side with the busters either way. But it's still gonna be funny when everybody discovers who all is involved."

"If they attacked them the Rifas did it on their own."

They opened the door to the SUV and Lee and Jimmy were lead by Neto and Joaquin through a graveyard. Neto saw that there was several tattooed Caucasian men. Joaquin asked, "What are these woods doing here?"

"This is the one and only time I'll ever do anything with them..." Neto replied. "Turns out they hate Lee and Jimmy more than we do. I asked if they'd be willing to pay to have them brought to them. Turns out they were."

The leader of the group had a long curly brown mullet and black eyes He had a lightning bolt tattoo on the side of his right arm and a swastika on the inside of his white tank top. He was in his early 30's. His name was Dallas W Jackson. He was a former Green Beret with 23 confirmed kills fighting in the war on terror in the earlier years. He'd ended up getting in trouble and doing time where he joined the AV. He was a mortal enemy of Ryan of the Sunbelt BSU and had roughed him up a few times in fights after getting out. Inside, he had fought Ballas, Families, Vagos, Aztecas, Marabunta, Rifas and Paisas and had been involved in at least eight shankings while inside.

He had been among the first AV members to fight the Sunbelt BSU when they dared to start a chapter. He'd fought Mark many times before too according to what he'd said when Neto talked to him but he hadn't elaborated on who won. He assumed Dallas had being a Green Beret but then Mark may have as well. He'd said that Mark had wanted a rematch with him so that might have been a clue. Supposedly Mark had not beenn even 20 yet when they had fought. He was good with a Sniper Rifle as well as M4's.

The next man was an AV member named Henry "Hank" Smithers who was actually Mulatto and bald but passed for white. He had a shaved head and blue eyes his skin only slightly tan. Though most believe that he was probably more white than black, he was said to have enough black blood to still be hated by New Austin blacks for him joining the AV. He was thirty years old and originally from Dockington. He'd never fought anybody in the BSU before he had encountered Ryan. Despite hating the BSU, he still liked the same music even if only by genre and not the bands. He'd been born to a white father and a black mother who had abandoned him. For all these reason he was happy to play up his white heritage and disown his black side.

The fourth AV member Steven Finnigan a red haired white male with greenish gray eyes his hair shaggy and his body wiry. He was an ex Ranger and had joined the Aryan Vanguard during a five year stint. he had never heard of the BSU before and had never fought them but since his brothers were at war with them, he considered himself to be as well. He did not hold racist views himself except that he didn't believe he or anybody like them should be bullied inside and on that basis he was willing to fight anybody that tried to victimize them. He was not a supremacist but he was a nationalist but he felt that men like Tully a man he had once known and disliked, invalidated true nationalists because they always tried to be supremacist and nationalist and gave nationalists a bad name.

He still was loyal to the AV. he was also 100% Irish and he had a clover tattoo with the 666. While some AV members chos tattoos with Vikings on them he had a tattoo of a Celtic warrior on his back. He'd also beaten up on fellow AV members in the joint that had a Nordicist attitude implying Northern Europeans were better than other Europeans.

He had killed fifteen men during his service and another four in the was more dangerous than Dallas. Though Dallas was ex mlitary, he was weaker because he had an addiction to Oxy while Steven was sober even though he had oncebeen a major drunk after the war which had gotten him locked up after a DWI related death. But the past several years he'd had no drink. Not even egg nog on Xmas. He'd served from 2003 to 2008 and had gone to prison when he got out the same year. He'd been sober 7 years.

"I thought the Rifas killed you, you motherfucker!" Barked Lee. "They've tried. But I'm not like the junkies they usually prey on. I can actually fight..." Replied Dallas.

"Where were you anyway? Would have LOVED to have run into you these last few years..." Jimmy added as they were lead through the graveyard. "Parole violation. Turns out I just don't know how to behave myself. But I'm back now."

They brought them to two freshly dug graves and there were two coffins. "No!" Jimmy cried. They had dug up Victor and Miller. Neto smiled. "I'm a bit sentimental. I would have just gone for Mark again and watched you all cry when he died but then why not just end it where it all begins?"

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" Roared Jimmy. "I'm sure. But this part wasn't even my idea. I just said I'd deliver you to them. They didn't kill those two either but they hated them."

"See, I gave Mark his share of scars and lumps..." Said Dallas. "But he gave me this one..." He showed a long series of scars on his back. "He thought it would be 'poetic justice' to whip me with 9 tails. The one time he got an advantage on me he took it. I don't fault him for that. But Lee here helped him. And this boy?" He spat on Jimmy. "He helped them both."

They tied them up with rope around their torsos and then rope around their wrists as well under that. Neto smiled. "You always complain about Victoria and Millie being dead and it being my fault. Well now you can be with them forever. That part wasn't my idea... but when they ran that by me, i insisted on one little small touch."

Lee was gagged and as they were going to gag Jimmy he said, "This can't be legal...they're gonna notice..."

"We paid the watchmen day and night to take off for a couple days. Anybody with family here is gonna be pissed off but we don't give a shit. none of us bury our dead here," Replied Dallas. "We took care of the security cams too. This place will be locked down for 48 hours. You only got about 8 hours of oxygen left. So even if your boyfriend Mark and the rest of the Liberals Stand United get here... you'll be dead at least 40 hours. And if they dig you up they'll be thinking they should have left you down there when they find you..."

Jimmy noticed two men, one with a shaved head with a Confederate flag t shirt standing 5'8 and he had beady blue eyes and an evil sneer but he was a member of a brutal Aryan prison gang that was actually rival to the AV. They were more traditionally white supremacist than the AV were and they had warred with each other. Jimmy thought, Wow if they're working with each other...just cause they hate us...man they must really hate us.

This particular man had in fact raped a BSU member in prison named Benjamin Harmon.

He noticed the other man with him was from the same gang but was older in his early 40's and was bald from actual hairloss and not shaving it. He was known as Larry "Dumpster" Lacroix and he had been born on the border of their states in Eastern New Austin. He was of Cajun ancestry and was a well known pyromaniac. He had done seven years for Arson his last bid which was fro 2000 to 2007 but he had a rap sheet spanning his entire life always for arson related crimes. He was high ranking in the AV but unlike many gang members he did not have any tattoos.

In 2011 in the summer in Sunbelt, there was a fire at a BSU house on the west side of town and six people all of who were believed to have been in a fist fight with several of his men that night were burned to death and four more injured. He was known among his friends as the Fire Fly but he was called Dumpster by his enemies because rumor had it that back in his teenage days he had either caused a fire in a dumpster which was allegedly his first time or he had caused a fire that he had used materials from the dumpster to make. While the origin was disputed, what was known was he didn't like the nickname Dumpster at all he had been teased for it and people used to tell him "Fire starters are bed wetters"

Lee wasn't sure how he was actually alive because he had shot Trashcan with his shotgun in what should have been a fatal shooting. The thing that they ridiculed about him also was the fact that he was always wearing either pop bottle glasses or a pair of goggles like some kind of racer or World War 1 pilot. Nobody was sure he was actually racist so much as an outcast. It just so happened that that prison gang had taken him in because they liked his style. He could make explosives out of almost anything.

The other two men with Dallas were also two men they had clashed with before. Glen Winthrop was a greasy haired sandy haired brown eyed man with glasses that he used to keep in a mullet and he was in his early 30's as well. He recalled this man beating Dave and Eddie and even giving Victor and Miller a run for their money as they had tried to rat pack him and had only went down when Lee and Mark stepped in. He almost resembled a certain cult leader that had bee killed in a fire after a standoff with the FIB back in '93.

The last of the three AV members was Kermit Andrews. He was six foot five two fifty pounds of muscle. He was in his mid twenties. He had been a Football jock in school. He'd gone to prison for six years and had joined the Vanguard inside. He was always using his gray Bobcat to run over enemies. Many people mocked him for his first name but he always told them that his name came before the frog.

Lee was put in the coffin with Miller. They'd gotten two bigger sized coffins. Lee was put in with Miller while Jimmy was with Victor. Dumpster walked over to Lee and fiddled with the clothes that Miller was buried in. He smiled and said, "I'm told you were fond of this song. Don't worry, it's on repeat and there should be enough juice to last you the rest of your life..."

He put the song I Got You Babe by Cher on. "NOOOO!" Lee screamed through his gag. The same was done with Victor's dead body. Before long, they were starting to bury them.

They were both horrified at being put in. The stench was getting to them.

Meanwhile

Ed and Davy had seen that Lee and Jimmy's phones had been just outside New Arcadia but then was now here. They were making their way into Gulfton Heights which was where the signal was last. Two Vagos went to check them. "You know where you're at, fool?" Dave head butted him and Link, and Buck came out brandishing shotguns. Ed held his phone up. "Where's these guys?" They showed a picture of Lee and Jimmy. "We don't know, fool! I don't know those putos!"

Just then, several gunshots came at them and the BSU members took cover. Buck had a Glock 17 as a sidearm as well. "Bullshit! Buck yelled. "We know their signals were here last."

Manfred was with them as well as Robbie. Robbie carried an M4. The South West Pachucos were not carrying heavy arms so though outnumbered, the BSU had them outgunned. "All right scrapas. You better tell us something!" He screamed. One of the Vagos blew cigarette smoke at him. "I don't answer to no Dominican cuervo."

He fired at the pavement and the rounds bounced up into the man' left shin. As the man howled with pain he said, "You were saying?"

"Fuck I don't know...try the Los Chingones hood, man!"

'

"Maybe..." The LC were enemies of the South West Pachuco set of the Vagos as well as Ernesto's neighborhood and only under Onda did they work together.

Ed and Dave stated, "We'll go look there you guys hold it down here..."

Coming down the alley were three teenage gangsters two with pistols and one with a wooden bat. The one with the bat crept up on Buck and hit the teen in the back with it. The white BSU member's shotgun went off and he dropped it. He fell over and the peewee hit him in the left arm. He managed to get the Glock out however and fire with his other arm letting off two shots. He saw he hit the teenager with a round in the right shoulder which stopped him from hitting Buck full on in mid swing with the bat but the gunshot wound caused the teen to drop the bat and it did clatter and hit the ground but the handle smacked Buck in the face and his nose bled.

The other two teenagers fired on the BSU members forcing them to scatter but they were still outgunned and one shotgun went off courtesy of Link striking a yellow clad teen in a jersey down. He was only about sixteen years old. The other cholos withdrew their pistols and fired on the group and they all ran to their respective vehicles. "We just want our men! Give em to us and we go!" Link screamed.

Just then they were all squirted by two Chicano kids who were using water pistols. Link snatched them from their hands. "There's a real gunfight! Go to your parents!"

They tore up the street but as the Vagos fired on them at their cars with one round hitting Robbie in the right forearm, they drove two blocks away and Robbie while trying to keep pressure on his wound yelled, "Stop stop!" Manfred asked, "Why? They're shooting at us!"

"A phone..."

They got out and saw a smashed Ifruit phone on the ground. It belonged to Jimmy. As Buck was in the back of the gray Willard that they had stolen, Link asked, "You all right?"

"My fuckin head..." He groaned.

Manfred checked the Trackify app. "Wait! Lee's phone..."

He began to follow the signal. It took them east towards downtown. They spotted a car with a brown haired green eyed Caucasian woman talking on it. They got out and surrounded her. "Out of the fuckin car, lady!" Cried Link aiming the Remington at her. She held up her hands. She cried out in German not speaking a word of English. They took the phone from her and departed. "A German tourist...seriously?"

Just then the cops were on them "Shit!" Cried Manfred. "We gotta get outta the city."

"Lose these pigs!" Cried Buck. "I don't want to get raped in jail."

They began to drive out of the city with the cops hot on their trail headed north of Sunbelt. "Whatever fancy footwork it takes, do it!" Link said. "Whatever moves it takes lose the heat!"

"Fine but can we do this without anymore violence?" Manfred cried. "A murder investigation with shooting it out with Sunbelt PD will not keep us out of trouble! I shouldnt even be out here doing this! I'd rather be at home in front of my lap top!"

Just then they all began to scream as parts of their skin turned dark and it burned. "What the fuck!" Screamed Buck.

Back in the neighborhood, La Tortura and Lady Casper paid each of the two kids $100 for squirting them. "What did they put in that shit anyway?" Asked Lady Casper. "A couple of them go to school in another district and some white boys called them spics. I mixed some silver nitrate in with their water pistols but I told them to only use it once in a while for bullies. The right amount it's not lethal but they're all going to be feeling it."

Meanwhile Ed and Dave found themselves in the hood of Los Chingones. While Aztecas wore teal and the South West Pachucos wore yellow and brown as their hood colors, these guys wore brown rags. There was just two cholos on the corner. The area seemed inactive at the moment and it was no surprise seeing as it was day time.

They began to make their way towards the two cholos when they heard guns click at the back of their heads. A cholo wearing a brown and white plaid shirt light beige khaki shorts knee high socks and a light blue bandanna on top had an AK to their backs. With him was a Salvadoran man wearing a white t shirt and starched gray khakis with slicked back black hair and he was holding an Uzi. With them was a Mexican American woman in a white belly shirt under suspenders and she had thin penciled eyebrows. She too had an AK on to her was a Peruvian woman with a brown blouse and blue dickies. She held an Itchaca 37. "Where you going, putos?"

They took the two men to the roof top of the housing projects. Miguel was there. "What the fuck are you two doing here?" He asked.

"We could ask you the same thing."

"It's my city..."

"But you're an Azteca..."

"You forgetting my upgrade? Anyway the carnal that normally collects around here ended up back inside so for now I'm handling that and what do I see? A couple of Bullshitters..."

"You know where Lee and Jimmy are?"

"No. And even if I did I wouldn't say shit. You're attacking this neighborhood. That puts you in the wrong. I saw that shit..."He held up his cell phone and his texts. "Wow...looks like the BSU just hit the SW hood. You don't know when to quit...but for the sake of our truce I'll let you guys go."

He then said, "But first we have to make sure you're not carrying any other weapons. Strip."

They stripped down to their underwear. "What are we robbing em or fucking em?" Asked the cholo with the AK as he cleaned out their wallet for cash. "Does it matter?" Miguel asked with a twisted grin. The cholo replied, "It does to me! I aint with any joto shit we can jack em or kill em but I aint doing that..."

He turned to Ed and Dave, "Now take your panties off. Both of you."

Ed reluctantly did so and Miguel walked up. "I said both of you."

"Fuck you, man!" Dave said. "I aint doing this..."

"You're tough..." Miguel said. "I like that in a woman. Now strip..." He took the shotgun from the woman. "Before I give you a second circumcision, Jew boy."

He did as he asked. "Man, shit I don't wanna be somebody's bitch!" Whimpered Ed as they drew closer. "Man, shut the fuck up!" Said Dave. Miguel took their clothes and tossed them down into the streets off the roof top. "Get rid of em!"

They did as he asked. Miguel took pictures and they laughed and began to send them in texts. "Now...you can go..."

They ran through the projects trying to see if they could find anybody to let them use a phone. They knocked on the door of an overweight black woman. "The fuck are ya'll doing naked in the hall way? There's kids around here!"

"Lady just please let us use your phone. We got robbed we're trying to find our friend..." Ed said. "Why do ya'll gotta come around here anyway we don't need your kind around here buying up drugs it's bad enough the gangs is slinging around here..."

"Lady, we'll pay you.." Ed said. "With what? That little ass dick? Get the fuck outta here before i call five oh."

She shut the door on them and the two men ran out of there hands over their junk as the neighborhood people laughed and taunted them. "Fuck, she's crazy!" Ed said. Dave replied, "This whole neighborhood is crazy. We gotta find a phone!"

New Arcadia

Neto called up Mark. "Hey, so your Irish terrier and your Pekinese just tried to maul me and mi companero. So I had to give them to some Germans who are probably gonna send them to doggy heaven..."

"If you touched one hair on their head..."

"They started it...but I'm going to tell you where they are. That's the point. They have eight hours worth of oxygen. So you better get to Sunbelt. They'll be seeing Victor and Miller very soon. Your boys started some shit looking for them. You should't have sent them after us."

"I fuckin didn't! If you tell me where they are now I'll make your death quick but that's the best you get."

"Now what would be the fun in that? By the way...when I said they have eight hours? That was about an hour ago. You'd better hit the road, gunslinger. By the way. You know why I always give you shit for that name?"

"Cause you're a hater."

"No. It's dishonest. You have gun skill I'll give you that. But your dances with me have been best when it's bloody knuckle against bloody knuckle and blade for blade. Maybe a gator to spice things up. Anyybody you ever shot wasn't even worth remembering. Even if you had killed me that day you would never forget me. I won't forget you when you're gone either but I can promise you a gunshot is the last thing I'd finish you with. You got that nickname being trained by my enemies. You both want me dead. But we both know if I ever died by you shooting me, it would damage your own ego more than mine. It would be the homicical equivilant of premature ejaculation when you're having your way with the woman of your dreams. I'm the enemy of your nightmares, perro. If you were to take down your worst enemy with your pistol? You'd feel tempted to eat a bullet yourself."

"This aint over, bitch."

"For us, no probably not. For them, yeah..."

8 Hours Later

Despite the disturbance and black marks on their skin where they had been squirted, they had managed to evade the cops them and the other BSU members. They'd been driving 8 hours. "That should not have taken us this long to get away..." Manfred complained. "Now we could have highway patrol on us."

"Where are we?" Asked Buck. Link looked around. They were just outside some shitty small cowboy type town that couldn't have been more than 400 people in it. Link answered, "I never been here before but I can tell you the coordinates...34.3662 N,101.0571 West..."

They were in Northwestern New Austin. "What a shit hole..." Buck observed.

Manfred saw the fuel on empty. "Yeah...it looks like the kind of town I don't want to be in. And they probably don't want me here either. But we have no choice. We're out of gas."

Meanwhile...

Mark had arrived just barely on time. He,Marco, Charlie, and Robbie were all digging them up. He also had Kyra, Thire and Tup helping. They got them and the coffins ope. Just then Lee and Jimmy screamed in pain. Though the sun was going down, it seemed they had been sprayed with silver nitrate too. "We got you brother..." Mark promised. "We're gonna get you sorted out."

"Why the fuck did he spray us with nitrate?!" Growled Jimmy. "We gave him a tan in the sun...gues he was returning the favor..." Mark gave them both water. "Save your strength...you're gonna need it brother..."

Lee groaned. "Not only are we gona kill Nto...we're killing whoever helped him! Ivan or whoever!"

"I don't think it was Ivan..." Mark stated. "I don't give a shit if it was! Whoever helped that piece of shit is dead!"

"What were you thinking you two going after him on your own?"

"We wanted to do you a solid, man..." Jimmy stated. 'We all should have just finished him when we had him. We wanted to make it right."

"So he did this to you...just him?"

"Jim and the guy that roughed Jimmy up before. But that's not the best part...miguel was there and he stitched me up,"

"You're kidding..." Mark said. "Must be a sign of doomsday. I expect to see flying pigs."

"That's not all..." Jimmy said. "AV is back...it was Dallas. He was the one who actually buried us. Neto just brought us here. But it was those assholes tat brought us here and paid off the watchmen to let it happen."

Teranto

Paul

He had been checked by the other Warriors. They didn't understand how he was out and they'd heard about his ties to the Chicano Mob. He explained everything as best as he could. "It's not like i betrayed anybody...I have different alliances in the states than up here and besides, the Vagos are allies here, enit?"

"Yeah...that's true..." Shep said. "But we went to war for you, man. And you took off. I understand about your mom and all but...that's not what one brother does to another."

"I thought we were past that, Shep..."

"I'm not talking about your blood quantum. I'm talking about your behavior. That aint the way a brother is supposed to behave."

"Well look...I'll give you that much...that I did run out on you guys at the start of two years ago. But you can't blame the two years up until now on me cause I've been inside. Believe me...seeing Vincent again made me miss the old country. So...if you want me going after the Triads now to make up for it...I will. I got some things I have to do for my uh...benefactor while I'm here but I will do whatever i can to make things right."

"While you're in country, huh?" Asked Danny with arms folded. "That means you're planning on running off again? That should be your traditional name, enit? Chief Running Man."

"Hey, fuck off with that shit...I'm just trying to stay ahead of the law too. The RCMP may not want me anymore for popping my dad but they will be interested in a fugitive being on Canadian soil."

"Oh yeah..." Stated Shep. "The Kings court will have a field day with you, Candy Cane. Either they fry your red ass down there or maybe you fight extradition laws but they'd probably still arrest you. I guess it's been a couple of years since I read up on the law. I used to look up laws all the time when I was in the pen but now...not so much. Though from what I hear about San Andreas, that's a pretty left wing state. You should have tried to get capital punishment in New Austin if that was what you were after."

Damn! Candy Caine! He hadn't heard that one in a while in reference to his mixed ancestry.

"Maybe you should tell us more about this uh...'benefactor' of yours, bro. I mean I get he's a crooked prison guard..." Ray began. "And I get that this is probably the one time one of them being dirty worked out for somebody but you still shouldn't trust him. I mean how does a guy like that get to have that kind of skills? He's just a CO, right?"

"He's ex Yakuza..." Paul said. He wouldn't admit he was also a rogue IAA agent. "Whoa, what the fuck?!" Aila replied. "You buried the lead, dude! You're in with a Japanese mafioso?"

"Look, he's not really now..."

"But did he snitch?" Demanded Danny. "Because I just don't know how a Yakuza gets a job like that."

"Well..." Shep said as he took a swig of Cerveza Barracho. "I don't know cause this is Canada and that's the US but the Yakuzas in their own country get a lot of perks out there. It's not even illegal to be Yauza there."

"I thought you hated Asians? And pretty much everybody else?" Asked Dawn. "Oh I do but at least with the Asians in prison they made for interesting conversationalists. The white guys and black guys didn't know shit about history well at least not the ones born here, the immigrants did but the Asians, whether Canadian or Chinese or Japanese born, they were smart. They're our enemy for sure. Both on a gang level and a people level but that's an adversary I can respect. The best enemy IS the kind you can respect. Besides, everybody in there read Art Of War. So think of this as knowing your enemy. These Japanese guys though, the Yakuza? They're like modern day samurai. You could argue that they don't exist anymore cause of the Medji restoration act yada yada yada but they still base their clans off of their old ways. The Oyabun for them is like a master. The same as the old days with the Bushido..."

He looked down. "Anyway. I aint saying your guy used Yakuza connections to get that job but if I could believe it would help you in any way in any state it would be San Andreas or Hawaii. But whatever, we can talk about that later. We've been going at it these last two years with the Post Ops, the Circle Jerks, the Dead Beats and the Clits. The Dragon Circle has also started warring with the Storm Posse too these last two years. We made a lot of money off that hash shit they got their Hotel rebuilt too but after they lost enough of their guys when the Triads and the Angels started working together again, they decided a partnership with us wasn't worth it."

"What about the West Enders? They raped and killed Natalie..."

"We've been at it with them too. They've been trying to lay low and get their guinea butt buddies to help instead. But we''re not letting that one go, believe me. It took some doing to find out who all they were and I think we've found out who did that shit too. But we're not taking care of that today. The reason why right now is the guys that we think did it aint in town over there right now and they aint here. They won't be back for a week is what i heard but we can strike a blow at the Circle Jerks."

He then looked at Paul sizing up the smaller Native American. "You can make up for not being there all this time."

Twenty Minutes Later

They pulled into the spot in Chinatown. Shep walked through the door and the Chinese madam an attractive woman in her early 40's walked up. She had yellowish brown skin and c cup breasts her ass of moderate size but her thighs thick. "Oooh how can I help you? Big strong buck like you?"

There were women of every size shape and color but all were Asian and many were dressed in pink and black and white negliees. Paul, as well as Chogan, Little Joe, Danny, Ace and Raymond picked out a woman. Though most of the women here were Chinese, there was also Korean, Vietnamese, Japanese, Thai, and Taiwanese. Paul selected a Japanese and Chinese girl. The japanese girl was short and plump but not too plump, with D cup breasts and darker brown skin an indication she was from Southern Japan. The Chinese was tall for a woman of Chinese descent. 5'9 and had large breasts and a nice ass. Her butt was about 50 inches and her breasts were j cups.

They began to massage him taking his jacket off.

"You got any Chinese medicine?" Asked Shep.

"Sure, baby...anything you like..." Stated Madam Xi. He began to cook the smack in a spoon as soon as it was given. The Chinese madam opened her robe. Her breasts weren't big but it hadn't stopped many men Asian and non Asian from wanting to fuck her.

"You get a lot of cons in here?" He asked.

"Sure...lots of rough types like you. You just get out of prison?"

"Yeah..."

He looked back at her as he tied his arm off. "You think you can handle the rough stuff? I don't think you can..."

"I can handle rough, big boy."

"Don't call me BOY. I'm a man..." He growled standing up. "See...we do this you're gonna beg me to stop but I won't stop. I'm gonna split you in half. Until you're nothing but hair and a wet spot. And you know why?"

Backing up in fear, she asked, "Why?"

"Because you're a worthless piece of shit...and you know it..."

She tried to reach for a .357 she had hidden but he grabbed her and threw her on the bed. "You know..." He said putting the hroin needle in his mouth with a foot on her chest..."You chinks...you're the same as the 'gweilo' that you came here to work for. You think you're not but you are. You assumed I'm Indian I must be a con? I mean I am but you assumed I do smack? I never did. I had a drinking problem before I went away but I never touched heroin."

"You asked...for heroin..."

"And you don't make sure a first time customer aint a fuckin cop? Don't even have any of your hop sing bodyguards look around for any cars arond the block look like they don't belong here? No...truth is...you've seen Indians in this place before. A lot of them divorced middle aged men...or some are nerdy college students that want to lose their virginity and they want to with a Native woman but there's not enough at the school and damn sure don't want to solicit a hooker that's First Nations cause that's self detrimental...I'm not saying it's right they do that...just that it happens. But probably a lot of them left here with habbits...see...cocaine...that was always in Latin America where the lant originates. But cocaine wasn't as big of a thing until the 1900's. But opium? Limeys and chinks...brought it over here. See...a lot o us blame the white man for bringing us alcohol. But if we're gonna do that w also better call you out cause without you, opiods wouldn't be here...killing off our kids..."

"You...are with R Dub...you probably sell smack...to your own..."

"Yeah...junkies are gonna shoot up regardless. I'd rather it be me than somebody else who might intentionally botch the batch. See when people buy from me...I make sure they shoot up in front of me and exactly the amount I give them...based on their bod size is how much they gotta do at a time. It's bad business if somebody overdoses...but still..most of my customers are off the rez. White...black...Pubjabi..." He smiled. "Chinese...see the way I see it...when you want smack not only do you go to the motherfuckers that brought it here...go to the source..you also send it back to the source."

He held her down and injected it into her arm. She screamed trying to resist. "A dose like this? It'll knock me on my ass. But a little midget like you? Well...you'll get to meet Qin Shi Huang. You can compare death stories. Hey...maybe he is immortal on the other side...he just had to die first..." Her mouth opened but her screams died down.

"NOW!" Screamed Shep. Paul pulled from his jacket the same Tomahawk he had used to kill Gabriel with. He put it in the back of the shorter woman's skull first. He kicked her body forward with a chunk of brain matter attached to the blade. The Chinese woman gave him a kick to the chest sendinghim back. He hit the wall and she tried to kick him in the face but he moved aside grabbing her left leg and slamed her to the bed with her leg over her head and she cried out. In a swing cutting move, he hamstrung her and she screamed with agony. With another chop, this time right between her eyes, he silenced her.

The sound of gushots filled the whorehouse/massage parlor and Danny chased a bleeding Vietnamese woman who had her right ear shot of and he pulled the trigger striking her in the back of the head. Shep was grappling with two Dragon Circle bodyguards. The first a man with shaggy black hair and sunglasses punched him and tried to jump on his back but Shep threw him off and he collapsed on the coffee table in the lobby. Chogan fired two 9mm's striking a Korean whore and her Japanese Canadian customer. Aila and Dawn were also shooting as they had come in. Aila smiled i a sadistic manner but then said, "Man...did you guys have to fuck it up so soom? I mght have wanted to try Asian before I give up other flavors."

Raymond chuckled and said, "I mean...we don't have to kil them all..." Chogan agreed. "I'm down to watch some hardcore tribbing. East meets west..."

"Hell yeah!" Voted Little Joe. Shep threw the other Chinese male off him but the man came back and jump kicked him in the face. The other man pulled out a butterfly knife and tried for Shep's back but Danny hit the man in the back of the head with a lamp and then finished him with a headshot from his M9. Shep punched the smaller Chinese man keeping him at a distance. "See...you may have introduced the wold to Kung Fu...but we brought it Guerilla Warfare..."

The man charged at Shep but Shep kicked his right leg getting him in the shin. He tried again but Shep kicked him in the leg. He kicked again. He threw him back. "Stupid fucking asshole!" He punched him again and used Danny's knife to stab him in the throat.

They left the whore house covering their exit with Aila and Dawn covering them guns blazing as the Triads tried to advance after them. Aila hit two and Dawn hit three of them.

Feb 12, 2015

He arrived in Jefferson Parish. A sea of brown faces watched him. "Voy a tratar con los cuervos de la cuarta sala. Solo me llevo a uno de ustedes."

(I'm going to deal with the cuervos from the fourth ward. I'm only taking one of you with me.)

Felix looked at him. "¿Cuál de nosotros?"

(Which one of us?)

He pointed at Lady Joker. "You. The smaller this is the better but she deserves to come with. I'd take Loka but she's still trying to get better."

"Hey, how do you know about that?" Asked Cruz. "I know everything. Death knows everything."

"Pues, I got respecto for you but can you stop with that? You're just a vato like the rest of us. Not a god. Not a saint. Not a demon."

"Maybe I'm none of the things you say..." Neto said. "But I aint a human either. Not anymore. Whatever I am, they don't have a box for it."

"Except sociopath you mean..." Felix said.

"Yeah...sure. Come on Lady, J. It's now or never. I got cuetes in the carro."

They got into the stolen light blue Glendale. They began to drive. "Why am I going with you?"

"This is the only way you'll move on...from what happened."

"Why do you care? You should be takin Adayh. Or Felix. Or Cruz."

"I'm not going to lie to you, Lady Joker. Your cliqua. They're weak. If they weren't none of you would have been that beaten back by the Romans. The only one of them that's even dangerous is the youngest one. And he's the least of a Roman. He's nameless truth be told. He's an orphan. Same as I am. But the point is...you know that little guerito, Buck? Some vatos tried to kill that little redneck/wigger hybrid. And they failed. I can understand if your homeboys would fail to kill Mark. But Buck? Buck should be filled with Buck by now. And you know what I mean. And then he should be skinned like a buck with his head on a wall like a buck. That's how his gente do things around here. That's what should happen to him."

"it's because he's protected by Mark. Same as the helmet head..." Lady Joker said. "Is Mark going to dive in front of him every time a bullet gets fired? What if it's a head shot? He can't be around him all the time. Jimmy might even be harder than your average Joe to be taken down."

"Every time people try they die..." Lady Joker said sadly. "Even though I know Mark had nothing to do with what happened to me and my homegirls...I blame him too. If he hadn't killed any of us if he had just let nature take its course and let us kill the BGA none of this would have happened. I'd still have my homegirls and he'd still have a lot of his BSU friends."

"But you know that Sniper from New Austin? Had 150 confirmed kills in Iraq when he served? He went out by a friend of his. A fucking pistola. It doesn't matter how big a giant is. Everybody has an achillies heel. Even Mark. That redneck sniper would have probably eaten Roman alive but in the end, he went out getting shot with a Handgun at close range. Which to me is funny..." He chuckled. "This country considers Peter Lyle an American hero. They made a shitty movie off his life and they made him more sympathetic than he was. He had none of the moral conflict they showed in Vinewood. He was a redneck throug and through. Which makes the fact that he was shot not only by a fellow Sniper and Americano funny but the fact that it was close range. Not any of the far away people he was proud to kill. He once said that when he shot a kid...the kid would still be alive if he hadn't joined the insurgent. He blamed the parents saying they should have kept him out of it. But the insurgency exists because they invaded there."

"Who gives a shit about the Iraq war though?" Asked Lady Joker. "This is my life...and I'll never be able to change what happened to me and my homegirls!"

"The point is...even that guy got killed easily. If I don't kill Mark...or El Cucuy doesn't kill him, and his endless enemies dont kill him, that fucker's gonna probably get killed by a disgruntled friend. He's not bulletproof and neither is Buck. That's the point here."

"So what would you do then? Just kill Buck? That's not really a big win. He's just a kid."

"A lot of the vatos that died for your neighborhood were just kids. Is Buck more important because he's a juero?"

"I didn't say that...but what would you do then if you think we're so weak around here?"

"I would hunt down not only his individual soldiers but their families too. See Buck? He killed somebody that I know Ernesto cares about. And yu're not going to tell Ernesto that i told you this, entiendes? Because if you do...well...you know what happens. Anyway, if I were Ernesto or even Cruz I'd tracky down Bucky's family...and kill every one of them. See unlike the rest of them...Buck has a family he just ran away to get away from their drama but he wouldn't really want them dead."

He didn't realize this until now but they were being listened to by Devlin through Lady Joker's phone. Though Neto was not fully aware that this was going on, and her phone was the only thing that they were listening through, it occured to him.

He tossed her phone out the window. "Hey!" He told her, "Trust me...Mark Roman has a lot of bases covered. i'll get you a new phone. You don't need to have their numbers written down you can store it in your head the way we used to do."

"So why kill Buck's family?"

"Because I CAN. And it will show that nobody in their world is going to be left untouched.. I'm going after Mark's sister too. His lawyer brother..I spared him before but I sure as hell won't now. What I did at the bank? That was all a game for me. Let him think I'm willing to spare his family for the sake of playing with him longer. And i know that if I kill Mark's family I'd have to kill him very soon after. Killing his family leaves him no reason to even pretend to have peace. What I'm going to do...is going to happen regardless of what Ernesto thinks should happen. Hs truce with them isn't sanctioned by his own cliqua's mesa inside. And Ernestp might have a small amount of people on the inside but we still run the federal pen as far as which state goes..."

"Tu sabes...if you're so fucking ruthless why didn't you just join Marabunta? Why even care about what happened to me? Your steelo is more like theirs than ours..."

Neto sighed. "When I was sixteen...just after my parents died I tried to make it to the US with what feria I had. Some of them were taking people up nort but one of their coyotes tried to rob me halfway through. He did rob me but I put up a fight. Him and three of his boys...they...beat me...and did to me what the 4th ward did to you. They did this...when I refused to join them after they beat my ass. You know what Marabunta is to me? They're like the niggers of La Raza. And I don't mean that in terms of what Puerto Ricans and Dominicans are. I mean they're fucked up like them, got no honor like them. Lower IQ's like them. And El Salvador has the most murders because of them not Los Aztecas. Sure we contribute to it but they were the ones targeting innocent people more. West Coast Mareros got more honor than east but if you ask me? A lot of Marabunta...hell all of them that don't follow Onda should be wiped out. The Coyote...he was the only Mexicano of the group. It's just funny...there are Mexicanos that join non Onda affiliated Mara Cucas on the east coast and even in Mexico or are friends with cerotes that g up through Mexico on their way to El Norte but when they get to Virginia suddenl that carnalismo is gone. They don't let Mexicanos join."

"You don't hate Salvadorans right? Just Cucas?" Neto nodded. "Yeah...there are plenty of Guanacos that are Aztecas. But Marabunta are animales. Their barbarism is matched only by fucked up places like Haiti and Africa. They shouldn't even consider themselves Raza. What I'm noticing is that they're doing to Mexicanos on the east coast what Vagos on the westused to do to the early Salvadorans, treating them like they were nada. But if they're gonna do that they should drop the trece from their name. So THAT is why I'm not a Cuca..."

"I'm sorry...I didn't know..."

"I'm not going to tell you to get over it the way men who have never been raped have. But I am the same as any woman who has gone through it. I got my revenge and i moved on...I haven't even tol my carnalito what happened...only people that i know have gone through this..."

"What did you do to them...?"

Neto chuckled. "Maybe some day i'll tell you. But for now you don't need to worry about it. It was a fate worse than death."

"Cut their dicks off?"

Neto chuckled. "And then some. But that's all I'll say..."

They arrived at the 4th ward. He handed her an AK-74 with a light on it. He had the same for his Rifle plus a double magazine. He had a Glock 18 for a sidearm and gave her one as well. "This is what will turn you from weak to strong..."

Mark waited from behind along with Courtney and he carried his CM901 who had an M3. They didn't have lights on their weapon. Neto, facing the opposite direction stated, "Mark...this isn't what we agreed to..."

Lady Joker turned around. "What the fuck are you doing here? Agreed? What..."

Neto stated, "Lady J...there's reason that it can't be just the two of us taking them out. Reasons that I'll tell you later but not these two. But for now you gotta trust me..."

"She really shouldn't..." Mark said. "What about you?" Demanded Courtney looking angrily at Mark even as she had a shotgun on Neto. "Are you forgetting what he did to me? You told me that we'd be catching him slipping here while he tries to take out Mookie and Fatman."

Neto chuckled. "And then what? You'd take them out yourself? The fact that you're even here yourself means Mark mislead you based on what I told him. He could have been straight forward about what this was too. And he may be showing out now with putting that gun on me but he withheld information. Whether he did it cause he thinks he respects you but doesn't or he was just trying to protet you..I don't know. But I got a man outside of Martin Roman's place. Another outside your parents house. And more than that? I know where Lee, Link, Jimmy and the rest of the Little Rascals lay tonight. That shit I did at the cemetery? We didn't do it alone. I'll even tell you WHERE they are since I know you know who they are. That was a test. To see if you could save your friends in time and you did. But it really wasn't my idea to bury them. But if I don't make it back here...the building your friends are sleeping in goes up in smoke. And Baba Yaga...you showed him a good time. But if I don't check up with him an hour from now he's going after Alison. We don't care too much about Steve but he can die too."

"I see you got your bases covered...but this is a bad choice on your part. By even doing what you did just suggesting it...i won't let that go unanswered."

"Oh but you will. I'll be serving up those AV pendejos to you on a platter. For your troubles. They would have done what they did to Jimmy and Lee anyway. One of them is a Green Beret after all. The only diference is more lives would have ended on both sides to get them that far. And I'm sure you would have saved one of them. But not both of them. When it comes to your left and right hand, Jimmy and Lee...you gotta ask yourself. Push comes to shove which one's tougher?"

"I don't judge people based on things like that. Anybody could have a place with me. But you already know the answer to that question."

"I do know. But do you?"

"Are we gonna stand out here all night or are we gonnna do this?"

"We're gonna do this...the truth is...they got a lot of heavy artillery in there."

"I got heavy artillery here and so does she. You want to fight at a later time we can do that but you can fuck off now. We don't need you."

"So you got an SA-18 down here? They got em up there. They also have Snipers. They're acting as lookouts for now. But make no mistake. They've got SVD's up there with them."

"And how the fuck you know that? And give me one reason I should even consider working with you. Cause I know you look down on Ernesto for keeping the peace. How are you any better than he is?"

"Because we both want the same motherfucker dead. Ernesto could have come down here any time and dealt with these two himself but instead he just sat back on his ass even though it's him who's supposed to be keeping a watch on things. He says he cares about what are supposed to be his soldados and soldadas but why aren't these last two dead? And to put it better...I'm going to kill you later. Let's not pretend otherwise. You're going to try to kill me. That's the difference. Ernesto doesn't even have the balls to come near you."

"Sounds like disrespect for an OG..." Mark said. "It sounds like disrespect for a chavala that got a text from you and didn't even try to strike back. But it's nice to know he honors peace with YOU. Not somebody that saved his ass from the JUMP. Probably Victor and Miller would have always died but any fool can get lucky."

Neto scowled and he told a lie without any indication visually that he was. If he were in an interrogation room now with Allison Trueblood, he'd be just fine. "I won't kill that bitch like I know I should...because that would only start a war between San Andreas and New Austin and we don't need I know he's stirred up some new trouble that even YOU don't know about. But you will. if you're lucky, you'll know about it before he does,. I won't be the one to tell you who or what or why but I aint telling him either. Maybe this next thing...he won't get out of. Though I will always help Miguelito..."

"So you just admitted that Mark would have won after all...if you hadn't come through..." Courtney taunted. "I have no doubt about that..." Neto said. "I overestimated Ernesto. Maybe two years ago...before Marisol died...he would have had a chance but ever since then? He's never had a chance. At best he's a vato that can shorten your allies and cause you serious damage before he goes 's like Leonidas. He'll make a hell of a stand and he'll make you wish you never fucked with him but he'll go down. Back in 2013...or even 2002..he could have at least fought you to a standstil.. Probably the same deal when he was back home in Sunbelt in the 90's he was still big time."

Lady Joker said, "Can we take care of these fuckers already?"

Neto drove the stolen gray Bobcat and he began to drive it towards the power line. He bailed from the truck after speeding up. It crashed into the telephone pole and this caused a power outage. "Now there's a shit load of Cuatro's that can't see shit."

He put his ski mask on as did Lady Joker, Mark and Courtney. He fired up at the men on the roof his light shining up onto the roof and sent ten rounds up at the nearest man. He struck the man who wore a white t shirt skinny blue jeans and had that hairstyle that was looking like a mix of dreadlocks that were dreads in texture but grew like an Afro that Neto never knew how to describe.

He wore on top of his springy hair, a midnight blue and gold baseball cap advertising the minor league team the New Arcadia out of ten hit him and he breathed his final breath on the roof top. Neto also had a suppessor on it as did Lady Joker on hers and Mark and Courtney did as well.

Mark fired striking a man to the east in the face. "I win..." He declared. "Headshot."

"What do you win exactly?" Neto responded. "He still dies either way...but my way is more painful. These fuckers raped your girl, homes. Do you want to punish them or give them a mercy killing?"

"Hey some of these guys got vests on..."

"Not gonna make a difference with the fire serpant. I've seen what kind of body armor most of these vatos carry. Back home we got vests all the way up to Assault Rifle grade and I know you got em too. But you and her are the only ones besides us i see wearing it..."

"Hey we're getting hit up! We need some lights out here!" Cried one of the rooftop Snipers.

A man in a black puffy jacket with a pointy beard and dark skin and curly hair, African American but somehow not Creole, went to the trunk of his ride and pulled out an MP5. He began firing in their hit Neto with a few rounds from it before Neto ducked behind an orange Oracle. Though the power was out in their hood, it didn't stop the SUV's from blasting music. The song Hands In Da Air by Sizzle C blasted. Courtney almost had to chuckle as she ducked behind cover too behind a purple Felon. This song was a song she had danced to many times at the club and people liked it as it was even decent for an auto tuned hook song but it was damn near impossible to get online.

Neto growled, "You want to play tag, puto? I'm it? Well only way to change that is..." He fired and struck the man in the throat. "YOU'RE IT!"

He fired and struck one of the man's homeboys as well, a man with dread locks who had been sipping lean and had gold teeth and wore a red and gold striped t shirt. The man was firing a 9mm back at them but it was no match. Courtney got the next one with the M3 striking a man of Creole descent who had curly hair but not frizzy and his skin was so light he nearly looked white and he wore a white t shirt and baggy jeans and had blue eyes. His eyes were like a blue eyed deer in headlights as Courtney caught him in the light and she fired sending a slug to his chest.

She ran into the open door of the now ownerless Baller SUV and she snatched the MP3 player out of the audio jack. "I'm taking this!" Now that hard to find song was hers.

Lady Joker saw two men coming out of the building, one with a double barreled shotgun, the other with an AK like hers but she was already spraying and let of twenty five rounds. They both collapsed the first man had seven rounds in his chest and two in his gut, the second had nine rounds in him, two in the chest, two in the stomach, one in the throat and one in the cheek.

"Guarde algunas balas. Probablemente no, pero podríamos estar aquí por un tiempo."

(Save some probably won't but we could be here a while.)

Neto had a grenade inside his blue and white checkered flannel jacket. They heard the screech of tires as four New Arcadian gangsters tried to fire at them from a gray Cavalcade. They sprayed Uzis, AK's and at least one had a shotgun which hit the Creole gunslinger in the chest but luckily his vest served him well.

Neto tossed the grenade at the vehicle and it exploded not really blowing the vehicle up but it did kill the two in the front seat decorating pieces of the drivers face all over the steering wheel as there was everything to pieces of blown off lip, cheek flesh and even pieces of the man's gums all over the steering wheel and staining the glass over the odometer. The two in the back seat had been somewhat shielded by the front seat and the bodies of their two homies but they still took shrapnel in the legs.

The vehicle was on fire but had yet to blow up. Neto had seen enough grenade explosions to know it was seldom if ever like they showed in Vinewood. The vehicle crashed into an egg blue Moonbeam and Neto was on them pulling them from the ride. The man he grabbed had fired the Uzi. "I can tell you southerners are new to the drive-by thing cause you haven't figured out how to hit anybody from the carucha yet...not in a way that matters..."

Neto then said, "You got whip lash? Luckily for you I'm a certified masuse. Let's get these knots out..." He snapped the man's neck in a twist. "There you go. You should sleep like a rock tonight."

Mark approached the other survivor. He had been the one to shoot him. Mark took the man's 870 and pressed it to his chest. "Let's see how you like it..."

"Come on mane...! I aint got a vest on..." The man cried out. "Not my problem!" Mark told him before pumping the fucker back aiming the barrel at his chest and the thunder of the Remington was deafening in the vehicle.

He then looked at Neto and said, "The reason you don't see as many people with vests on beyond what can take pistol shots is it's already illegal as it is to wear a vest. Wearing some military grade body armor...?

"We're used to needing it in LS..." Neto said.

"Yeah and I'm sure the 200 murders a year or so is pretty high compared to a lot of major cities but LS will never be as crazy as it was in the 90's," Mark replied. "A time you were too young to have even been part of the banging."

Neto chuckled, "At least I'm not a millenial."

"You were born in '83 right? I'd say that means you are."

"Nope. Because people disagree with each other about what year differs you from Gen Ex but the one thing that is agreed upon is that millenials are people that regardless of when they were born, reach young adulthood in the 21st century. And the age of consent was sixteen in the state I grew up in so even if the legal drinking age was 18, that doesn't mean shit since in the states it's 21 when you're an adult at eighteen. And no...I was born in '81. I was torn up about my parents death and I quit school for two years. When I went back..to avoid embarassment since the records were shitty I pretended to be sixteen when I went back. I graduated two years late but I graduated."

He went to where he knew they had a backup power generator. He shut it down. "Back in '05...I saw some houses here had these and they were better off for it. They knew the Hurricane wasn't gonna be the only one they'd ever see. It wasn't the first or last...but one guy...he got zapped when the water flooded down. This old guy...Criollo same as you...he was helping those that he could keeping them warm. Fed who he could. Nobody wanted to be in that stadium."

"We know. We're from this city..." Courtney growled.

"Only problem was...he tried back feeding it to power the whole house cause he plugged into an outlet. Ended up causing an electrical fire. That was when we started to arrived that day and a lot of people were getting evacuated."

Mark watched out as a lookout. He couldn't believe Mark was his 'trucha' right now. He was sure Mark couldn't either but he didn't express this instead he said, "That's the downside to communal living like this. You had a generator in the hurricane you had a chance of power provided the water didn't hit you too bad or it missed your block even if it hit one block away from you. One house one generator but this aint then. And just this one powers the entire building. Surprised Ernesto didn't go for that when he hit this place."

"Ernie's getting sloppy..." Neto replied.

He shut the power off and without another word, made his way towards the inside of the place. Another male came out brandishing this time, an M4. He struck Neto and Lady Joker both with twenty rounds fired. Lady J ducked down behind a dark blue Merit. Neto was not able to get to cover he fell on his back and retrieved his pistol firing six rounds and striking the man with all of them.

Neto emptied and then reloaded his Rifle from cover while Lady Joker covered him. Neto had taken down three of the corner boys and she had taken another two down.A 4th ward gangster had his M14 shot from his hands by Roman who then hit the man in one of his arms but the blood spatter and the dark figure of the man vanished too fast to see which one. "Marcus! i know that's you, bitch!" Screamed the gangster. He fired with his good arm from cover and it turned out he was firing from cover with his bad arm too. Twenty rounds were fired at Mark and eighteen of them hit him in the vest. He fell over but held onto the CM901 spraying and he managed to hit the guy in his good made his way over to the man as he bled out. Mark stood over him seeing the source of the fast speed. "That was twenty rounds in 1.5 seconds..."

The man was trying to reload despite his wounds but Mark stepped on his hands. He screamed in agony and Mark said, "I'll tell you right now...I like them guns.." He withdrew his combat knife and put it in the man's throat finishing him off. "Small town..." Neto said observing.

"Bitch please..." Mark stated. "Everybody out here knows me. Aint got shit to do with the size. And besides you can't tell me Los Santos enemies didn't know you before they saw you."

"You motherfuckers!" Screamed Fatman coming outside and firing with an IMI Galil trying to hit Mark. "You aint running me outta my hood! No more hiding! I was gonna lay low from one time but you bitches is pushing it" He fired at Mark who used the corpse of the recently dead man as a shield. Still, a few rounds damaged Mark's pistol. Mark cursed witth rage over this.

Neto fired a barrage of rounds at the overweight black gangster hitting him in the left thigh. Mark took two rounds in the left shoulder but they both came out in an exit wound. "FUCK!" Screamed the New Arcadian BSU member. Courtney fired at him but she had to shield Mark taking him behind a dark red Voodoo as there were more 4th ward gangsters. Twelve in total. "Are you okay...?"

He retrieved the fucked up pieces of the 1911 and said, "I should be..." Groaning in pain. He fired from cover blindly and one handed and managed to take down three of them but the automatic fire came back heavy. Courtney had reloaded the M3 and she fired coming out from cover at different places. Mark looked up at her. in her daisy duke shorts and red top tied in a knot she looked like a black cowgirl. She dropped more of them.

Meanwhile, Neto saw Lady Joker shoot out the back of Fatman's knees and the rounds exploded coming out through his knee caps. "AHHHH! FUCKING BITCH!" Suddenly he heard a sound that sounded like a lawn more at first sound but he realized it wasn't as heard the revving of a chainsaw. He saw a black male about a foot taller than him coming at him with a chainsaw. Neto fired into both knees just as Lady J had done to Fatman. Neto grabbed the chainsaw and put it through his neck. He sawed through his coratid artery and blood sprayed all over Neto's face. He saw Fatman crawling begging for mercy as Lady Joker punched and kicked him with all her might and then proceeded to whack him with the AK. "MARICON! MALDITO MAYATE! FUCKING BITCH!" Blood ran down his face as she beat him.

"All right...you made our point...just kill me...it was you I harmed...not him..." He said looking at Neto and then he noticed Mark being helped up the stairs despite his injuries. "And not him...you and Courtney got the right to kill me...I did nothing to those idiots..." Neto revved the chainsaw and yelled, "GROOVY!" Lady J and Courtney both began to beat him. Courtney hit him in the jaw and then in the groin with the empty M3. Mark held his bloody arm. "I aint here to kil you, fat boy. But I aint here to stop them from giving you what you deserve.

Lady Joker rammed Fatman again and again in the balls and then did the same thing with the AK. She screamed in a feral manner bringing it down on his testicles and then she placed the barrel against his junk and kicked the butt of it stomping down on it and putting the weight of herself and the Rifle into his testicles. Courtney did the same thing. He was bleeding from his balls now and screaming but his voice would give out. Neto got in his face when the two women tired themselves out.

"Hell hath no fuckin fury, eh Gordo?" Neto asked, "Hey I got a question. Do you watch porn?"

"Yeah motherfucker...you know what's my favorite? Black dicks in Latin Chicks..." Lady Joker took Neto's Glock and pistol whipped him. "You're about to not have one!" She yelled. Neto told him, "You know what I like? I'm a big fan of female masturbation videos. Solos. So are you ready?"

He squatted and pointed the chainsaw upwards. Lady Joker grabbed lifted Fatman up and shoved him down. As the chainsaw went up his ass and dark blood sprayed everywhere, Neto yelled, "TIME TO RIDE THE SYBIAN! SANTA MUERTE STYLE, BITCH!"

Fatman shrieked like a demon being torn limb from limb in the pits of hell but he was being torn up from within. His octave reached a pitch that none of the four saw as possible from Fatman's throat. "You know...THEY SAY EVERY MAN NEEDS A CHECKUP BACK THERE!" Neto roared. "THEY SAY A MAN'S TRUE KEY TO GETTING OFF IS THE PROSTATE. HOW I IT, BITCH?! YOU FEELIN ELECTRIFIED?!"

With seemingly superhuman strength Neto hoisted him up as the blade sawed through him and he split up through his fat stomach. It had also split him apart at the groin sawing through the pubic bone splitting him apart like a wish bone at the legs. Blood, entrails, and fat cells spilled out of the wound and his small and large intestine was exposed to the winds letting out a horrible smell. The fat man had also soiled himself well before he was sawed like this. Neto grabbed his intestines and put it around his neck like a trophy. Neto was the only one not recoiling at the smell.

Mark looked at him with a look not so much of disgust at the hygeine implications but at the audacity that Neto would even think to do something like that. "Now THAT is what I call a discount gastrointestinal surgery!" Growled Neto howling more like a warlike Aztec warrior fighting a Tlaxcala in the Flower Wars or a Spanish Conquistador in the 80 day seige than that of the more peaceful Mayans he hailed from.

Just then, Mookie came out and fired a Mac-10 at them from across the way hitting Lady Joker in the chest and one round hit her in the right hip and another hit her in the right shoulder. Twelve hit her in the chest. As he sprayed towards Mark a round hit Mark in the left elbow and another hit him in the chest and did go through. "Fuck!" He fell over wounded. "Mark!" Cried Courtney checking on him.

Lady Joker returned fire with Neto's glock and missed with eight rounds but a ninth hit him in the right butt cheek. He cried out and fell over but he got up limping as he ran and he dropped the SMG and went for his sidearm, a Beretta M93R. Courtney took Mark's 1911 and fired after Mookie who vanished behind a corner. He fired back at her and she did hit him with one round in the left arm in the upper arm but one of his shots almost hit Coutney in the stomach but instead hit Mark's pistol. "Motherfucker...they got my gun!"

"Seriously...that's what you're worried about when you got like three holes in you?!" Neto growled. Neto was checking Lady Joker's wounds. "Shit...it's not the worst gunshot wound but it's not good either. We gotta get you some help, mija and soon."

She told him, "Just don't let that puto escape...I've had my fill of rapist blood...Fatman's gone...I took out one before...and I hit him...you and Courtney should deal with this one next..." He spotted Mookie running through the parking lot towards a Cavalcade. Neto aimed with one of his eyes closed. He fired a burst at his legs and he fell over. "We're taking this bitch alive. I got a way that we dealt with rapists when I was coming up. It's pretty fucked up but the punishment fits the crime..."

Neto helped Lady Joker to a red Feltzer saying, "Whoever owns this car is a fag..." As he hotwired it. Courtney helped the wounded youngest Roman in as well. Neto then grabbed the wounded Mookie off the ground by his throat. "Come on bitch...we're not staying around here."

2 Hours Later

Neto was not thrilled about the idea of one of Mark's medics cutting the bullet out of Lady J but it was closer than any of the ones Neto had access to. The Japanese American had got the last slug out of her. Neto was having blood drawn to give to her for a transfusion. "You said you were O, right?" Ren asked. He nodded. "Yeah..."

"Mark needs a transfusion too or he's gonna die. He doesn't have broken limbs though his elbow was pretty bad...he'll need to be careful but he needs a withdrawal. That's the price of my helping you."

"You're gonna do it whether I give him a transfusion or not. Or I'll decorate your brains all over this place..."

"No...and if you do...she can always take a turn for the worse. Don't piss the doctor off. I know you want to kill him as much as he wants to kill you. You two have technically succeeded once. Don't you get tired of this shit? No matter who you two kill around each other you can't kill each other. There's some force in the universe that won't let that happen. You're both like George Washington when he was a General."

Neto, remembering what Paul had told him about George Washington said, "I don't like that comparrison..."

"Neither would Mark. I just mean it in terms of being unkillable in battle. Or like Crazy Horse. I'm sure anybody would rather be Washington than Lincoln when it comes to that."

"Yeah well either one of those bitches would die from a bullet wound to the head..." He tapped on his forehead. "Me? It just made me stronger."

"Yeah and it still took a doctor to give you that upgrade. Especially if you don't have any permenant memory loss from it. Don't you want to fight Mark again at his prime?"

Neto smiled. "You got a deal."

"Really? That's all it took?"

"Yeah...why not. Santa Muerte giveth and he takes it away. I'll be getting my own blood back from him soon enough and when I do I'll slurp it out of his open fucking throat. Besides...I'm already having to let you touch me and that aint cool either. Not for me even for a bullet wound. But you gotta do what you gotta do, right?"

Not showing any facial indication of taking it personally, Ren said, "That's right."

"Fuck it...soon as she's done..."

He approached the ebony woman. "I think we better handle the rest. I got plans for this fool unless you want to finish him off..."

He led her to where he had the guy tied to a chair. She's gotten the bullet out of his ass too but had not given him a blood transfusion or even any pain killers. Neto held a blow torch to his combat knife. "Go to town on this punk..." The handle was hot to hold and he told her, "Just ignore the heat...if there's pain focus on transferring it to him. He violated you. This is your chance to get him back."

"Look...you aint gotta do all that...you got me...you can kill me. That's fair. Them other spic bitches is dead...I aint torture them..."

"You THINK what you did to them...to me wasn't torture?!" She dragged the blade across his cheek and he screamed in pain. She began to take the knife to his genitals. "Shit! You gonna cut off my dick? My balls?! That aint gonna bring them back. Aint gonna change what happened!"

Courtney brought the blade to the skin of his ball sack. She cut and cut and he howled in pain and shook but could do peeled the skin off of his actual ball sack leaving the testicles exposed to the elements.. He still had his balls but it didnt matter. He shook and screamed and turned pale. He vomited. Courtney burst into tears. "I can't do this! I'm not you..."

"All right...I understand..."

"No you don't...you haven't been raped before..."

Neto whispered what he had gone through with the Marabunta members from all those years ago. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "What happened to them?" She asked as Mookie's legs shook uncontrollably and blood poured onto the floor. "Three of them are dead. I took care of them. The first one I got him not long after I joined Los Aztecas. He wasn't much older than me but the shit he did was still fucked up. Problem was I wasn't as creative back then. So I just shot him in the dick and then put two more in his chest before using his own machete on him. The other two besides him though...that's when I got creative. You say you can't do this...do you want me to let him live? I can save his life and have him live mutilated."

"No...even if he can't rape anybody else...he ruined so many lives he doesn't deserve to have one..."

"So his life doesn't...?"

"YES, Neto. His life doesn't matter. Fuck the rhetoric! But I'm not a torturer like you...I can't..."

"It's okay. You did enough to him that he's going to remember you for the rest of your life. What I can do...is give him a slow and painful death. You probably wouldn't approve of the methods. Neither would Mark. It's some brutal shit. But it was how I got a reputation among Marabunta. They don't even bring it up in fights. Everyone who has dies..." He stated. "In la pinta...normally you can't become Onda if some shit like that happened to you. Can't be nobody's bitch but in my case...they called it child molestation since up here...they see sixteen year olds as still a kid. Plus a couple of the vatos were a lot older than me...besides..I aint the first vato to have been molested eh..."

Courtney looked at him with a look of understanding in her tear filled eyes. This didn't mean they were cool but she understood why he was the way he was. "If I do this for you...Mark doesn't find out about this. Actually...you can tell him. It's not like he's going to be alive that much longer. Or don't tell him...if you understand at all the shame of a man going through that."

"Who else have you told?"

"I only really tell other people that have been through it you know? They're the only ones that get it. I have't told Mai and I didn't tell my carnalito Oso who was doing time. I told Baba Yaga though cause he went through some shit. And as for Mark? I don't know...maybe he was never molested by nobody but...there's something in his eyes. I know that shit about him being abused as a child but there has to be something deeper than that. Los ojos. Windows to the soul and I haven't seen a pair like his since the last time I looked in the mirror. He's seriously fucked up."

"I don't know anything about that...but I won't tell your secret..."

"Orale...now get outta here...wait...do I have your permission to do what I do? To him...it'll mean saving his life. Maybe even giving this bitch some of my own blood...but the payoff would be worth it..."

"What is it you're gonna do?" He whistled for Ren. "Save his life. I'm gonna have to do more surgery..." Neto turned to Courtney as the Asian medic went to him. "It's a punishment fitting the crime."

"What does that even mean? And why do you need just my permission? Why not Lady Joker?"

"Lady Joker already knows. This is a painful death. A slow painful death that will make him wish I cut all his junk off and let him bleed to death. You're the other person that went through this. Plus the Azteca hynas that did. I'm sure if I started looking for every woman from around here that he raped and turned out though, I'd be asking half the women in the wards..."

"All right...you have my permission...and you can even tell me when it's done...but I don't want to see it..."

"That's kind of part of it anyway..."

"Is there no way you and Mark can ever come to peace?"

"It's too late for that. The only way it won't end with his death is if he agrees to give all the hoods he stole from Aztecas and Vagos in this city. And all LS BSU has to move to New Arcadia. Not one of them stays in my city. Maybe then...I'll leave him alone. But I still have a ax to grind with Ana. She's IAA. Even if me and mark buried the hatchet she woukd never stop trying to spy on me and kill me. I was hoping that maybe I'd killed her in Carcer City but I guess not. Shit...maybe Buddha was looking out for her..." He chuckled.

Finally Mark came to.

Courtney presented Mark with the two pistols of the man that had fired at him. They were double barreled 1911 quad wields. The man had them in rapid fire. He could see why they had fired so fast since between the two pistols there was four barrels. "Why have one when you can have two?" She smiled. "I thought those were destroyed when I hit that motherfucker back there..."

"I bought these for you..." She admitted with a smile. He kissed her. "I appreciate that. Thank you. That's probably the most bad ass gift I've gotten in a while. Hey Courtney would you mind giving us a minute?"

"You two aint gonna fight are you?"

"Not tonight..." Neto said.

She agreed to leave the two alone. "Blood transfusion, huh? I didn't know you cared..." Mark taunted.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I just want you at your best when we do fight the last time. You improved your skills but I don't plan on bein the one that dies. And it would have beem pretty cheap if Marcus Roman had gone out by a gunshot wound to the shoulder. By the trigger of a man who couldn't do what we do in a fight."

"Well for once were in agreement," Mark replied. "You'd hate it because you'd know you lost the oppurtunity. I'd hate it cause it'd honestly be pretty athetic to go out by some 4th ward bitch. They're not even the hardest ward in the city not even close."

"So you'd rather get got by a 3rd ward shooter?"

"I didn't say that. But you got me fuced up as to what you think my affiliations are. I'm not a Roman Boy at heart."

"Is that right? I know you wok with the vatos from your ward and they may not share your music enthusiasm but that's no reason not to. If you solidiify your friendships with them the cances of betrayal lower. Did it ever occur to you you might have to war with Marrick? I know your background. Him and your father. With family like that who needs enemies?"

"You're preaching to the choir. But what are you telling me you don't prefer friends with simliar music?"

"I listen to metal mostly in Spanish. And a lot of Raza Hip Hop. West coast. Not any of that east coast or midwest confused pocho shit. But as much as people say Chicano rap is just cholos and lowriders and nothing else they probabl never listened to it. Even in the same kind of music, there's diferent kinds. Sadly yeah some of the younger vatos in my hood like that bitch So Th Product they say they only listen to her Spanish songs but stilll. Or it's like I listen to Cneo, Brownside, Chin Grande, so do a lot of my arnales i put my friend Oso onto that before he went to the pinta. But a lot of vatos..maybe more than I'd like to admit like Hi Power artists like Mr. Criminal. And I don't. So even with your own favorite KIND of music...I know you and Lee prefer different bands. Truth be told...I don't like much Metal or Rock in English, Mai loves classic rock hard rock and soft ballads from the 80's that hair band shit, Ivan's all about metal and punk no matter where it's from. Paul's a little bit of everything."

"Shit..sounds like Baba Yaga would have made a good recruit in aother life... Mark sid with a chuckle. "Don't count on it. If he likes punk that speaks more to the fact that he was born in the early days of it. He was a kid when the Ramones and Sex Pistols came out. The BSU didn't even exist until the late 80's. So yeah..new on the scene. Paulito his madre was an original punke too in school. They were punks when it wasn't cool to be punk. And as for Ivan, he wouldn't join the BSU because their organization isn't serious."

"I think we've proven that we are. We almost killed you ad did a number on Rancho..."

"What's this we shit? Maybe collectivley sure but YOU didn't go to Rancho. Pee Shen did. You didn't come anywhere near it."

"You think I wouldn't? Or that I couldn't?"

"It would end about as well for you as Lee."

"You've seen hat I have drones at my disposal right?"

"I've shot them out of the sky before. And I'm getting better at hacking."

"Not as good as Manfred."

"Tu sabes...? You're right. I didn't so much as own a computer until I was 29. I came from poverty. You did too but they have programs in the states to get inner city kids a computer. Nothing like that for me. So I'll probably never be as savy with hacking or drones as you. My war tactics has to be in the old school sense. It's 20th century while yours are 21st century. But you may learn tactics about guns and combat but you'll never have the same authentic Army expierience I had. People think Mexico's army isn't shit cause it didn't fight in Iraq? Excuse the hell outta us for fighting a drug war instead at home rather than blasting towelheads thousands of miles away."

"See you say that but you still called them towelheads."

"What's worse? The vato that calls them towelheads and stays out of their country and expects the same from them? Or the post modern American imperialist who doesn't have any prejudiced against them personally but still kills them because he wants what they have? That's the problem with your generation. You're more offended by words than action."

Mark sighed, "I'm not like that. And you might even have a point that I've never served. But what good is the drug war? We've seen that it's useless..."

"It's useless in the states because you're a nation of junkies. They say they respect capitalism but when Mexico supplies it the thing they have a demand for suddenly we're the boogeyman."

"NO. IVAN is the boogey man..." Mark corrected and Neto chuckled. They both did. "It might not make a difference here and it may even be fake patriotism down wher come from. But every dismantled catel, even if there is still gonna be more that replaces it or that are just still around, it's still a little bit better. I just wish the soldiers and cops weren't in the pockets of cartels. But people still breathe a little easier with each kingpin in a body are cartels that did exist when I was coming up that aren;t around anymore. I don't like how the Army treats Zapatistas bt I switched sides when the time was right to do that."

Look..." Mark said, "You might have a point. I didn't have any formal training. But you just said it about generations. Maybe if I had been born when you were born, I would have enlisted after 2001. I would have done it. It crossed my mind. But by the time I got to be the age i am now...the media talked about the horrors over there in the middle east. Honestly, that's what surprses me. Many guys like you join the US military and fight over there for citizenship. I'd expect somebody like you to fight there before Mai."

"Speaking of Mai...I see her as the same as your side ow. It's interesting. Felix defected to this side. Mai...she was never really on our side. You failed Felix. You can say this and that about how he was a traitor but he came to us because he was missig something. Let me give you some advice. Next time you recruit 'Latinos' and think hat fills your brown quota..you better learn the difference between somebody like a mexicano or Peruvian..and a Puerto Rican and Dominican. It was your own ignorance of history that you thought hey any brownie will do."

"That's not why we recruited them...they were brothers..." Mark said. "Really? is that why they said when Felix was feeling isolated you fools said 'at least you got Victor'? Come on, homes. Victor aint the same as us. They're Spaiards at heart. That's what they are."

"That's your opinion. He had Taino blood but he honored his African and Spanish heritage too."

"He was spic, A true spic. Look...the gavachos they try and say certain tribes don't exist no more. Azteca, Maya, Inca...but that's bullshit. But there's no puro Tainos. Think about it. Most get wiped out by the plagues the rest mix out but we're supposed to believe they got as much Indio sangre as the rest of us? And that a population that was 10% of what they used to be somehow their sangre stayed dominant amist 500 years of European and African immigration that today makes up an island population of just 3 million. So you expect me to believe that a people that weren't even 3 million after the deaths of the plagues someow survived to be a big part of the 3 million dow there and the 6 million Puerto Ricans up here? Really vato? Ever notice that they never have more than 20% Arawak sangre? It's funny to me. They say we hate each other cause Mexicanos just hate their negro sangre. It's cause we now they're not the same as us."

"What about Dominicans?" Mark asked.

"Same deal. During and after the Haitian Revolution there were Mestizos but the blacks down there raped and killed them and considered them white along with the French. So now the DR may think they're Indios ut reall they're just mulattos that don't want to be what they are. Even the ones that don't look blanco or negro they aint us."

"You are racist, right? Hell why am I even asking..."

Neto burst out laughing. When he finally settled down he told Mark, "Yeah. So what? Everybody is."

"I'm not."

"Serio? That's how you want to play this? You didn't pretend to be a soldier and kill people calling them wetbacks?"

"That was a diversion. No worse than anything you've said or done."

Mark was getting some strength back so he told Neto everything he and Ernesto had talked about. Neto laughed at the part about Link not being allowed to use the bathroom which Net saw angered Mark. "So Ernesto was mad that you don't got love for south siders? The fuck...I've been Onda less than a year and I already got the mente down better than him. I don't xpect somebody like you to like us. We're loved by few and hated by many. If Ernie wants to party with you he should have been a buster."

"Maybe he just learned not to be racist like you. I may have said some things and sone some things but I don't hate people in my heart. You haven't mentioned it to me but I actually respect what you did for victims of the hurricane."

"I AM the hurricane"

"I'm being serious."

"So am I. And it doesn't matter. I'm not proud that I did , you can't bullshit me the way you do Ernie. Let me ask you something...see I know you got a litytle bit of cartel panocha. You're like most mayates. You fight us but still want at our women. Then again, you can have that buchone trash. Cartel putas got fake asses and that just brings about another point. You beefed with the AV just as much as us. But you don't use anti white slurs. I don't hear you saying cracker, honkey, peckerwood, nada. And from the BSU bitches that rolled with you that I 'interviewed' they say you didn't back then even before you started porking a fed. Why is that? Is it just that you always hated us? Or is it that you watch what you say on behalf of all the gavachos you have in your crew but not the rest? You don't want to alienate Link and Jimmy cause they already get shit whenever they go to the wards. It doesn't matter that you fuclk Alison. You clearly don't hate white men the way you do brown men. Even after what they did to you in Dockington that cop...you still don;t hate them. That's hypocritical. So yeah you kill them but there's none of the same hatred. And it makes no sense. Cause Onda and the AV have worked together against the BGA so you should at the very least hatethem and the jueros just as much if not more than us."

"Well, do YOU hate them as much as niggas?"

"OH YEAH. The next time you talk to one of your Sicario friends...you should ask them what I did June 30 and July 1 2012 in the capital city. Really, I was making shit happen all over the Federal District but THAT was my masterpiece. Even the leadership of the EZLN thought I went too far."

"To your questtion about why I didn't..." Mark said, "I honestly didn't even think about that until you just brought it up. I don't know. I'll hae to get back to you on that. Assuming we have another conversation after thi that can be civil. Honestly, I'll tell you even if we do try to kill each other again."

"So now you'e not sure you want to kill me?"

"If you keep on the way you have been, you'll leave me no choice. But I'm not looking to get injured again. That's not cowardice. That's just smart. I'm trying to retire from the game but I know you ever will And neither will anybody else that wants my head on a pike."

"Losing the taste for war?"

"You would too if you had somebody to care about besides yourself."

"I cared about somebody once. And she ended up getting killed by the same people you work for. But when that was going on...I was weak. I was always having Nenetl and the baby on my mind. Even when I did the summer raids. Maybe that's one thing I still have in common with Ernesto. But when it happened to him it made him weaker. Me, it made je stronger losing a son and a wife. "

"Mai might not have been lying when she stopped you from killing my brothers in South Central. Did you ever consider that?"

"Not for one second. IAA agent's are incapable of telling the truth. Nenetl is gone. So is Emilio. She played on my curioisity. And for that I'm going to kill her. But not right away. I have more important shit to do."

"I can't just ket what you did to Lee go unsanswered."

"Do you know that he got a friend of mine sent up to pison when she defened our neighbrhood? She's looking at a murder rap.. So what I did to Lee? That was small. He deserves worse."

"She's in a gang. That comes with the territory. If it wasn't that it would be something else."

"Yeah but every murder is different. Every circumstance is different. If she had been caught up in a different scenario there might have bee less evidence but not this time. The pigs arrested her. Maybe you're right that she could have gotten booked for some other shit but in this case, tat's on you."

"You attacked New Arcadia. Then you get mad when the sam thing hapens."

"Yeah but at least when I came and fucked with your city, I was willing to go into any hood. I tried to spread chaos evenly but not all the wards were equal so it wasn't even needed. Your men converged on a single city. Really not eventhat much of a city. It's one square mile. And it was a place that had already been razed twice in one century by riots."

"Let me ask you something. Is what I did in the Rose District honestly any better than your dead homie ordering a green light on the Little New Arcadia parade?Except at least I killed gang bangers. He just did that cause of you ordering it or at least encouraging it."

"No. That's not why. The 9th ward vatos had some relatives over there and they were trying to recruit people."

"So we're not allowed to try and rectruit out there even though the black gangs out there was started by southern transplants? Better yet you got guys trying to turn New Aracadia into a Vagos state..."

"Well if that's the way you really think, then should't each and every one o you and your friends move up to Waston? There' no real t reason you don't. The BSU started up there. Why not go up there? Matter of fact isn't your FIB ruca from up there? You could eat clam chowder the rest of your life. It's not even that white compared to a lot of cities. A quarter of the city is black, you got a serious grindcore scene...you've moved out of THIS city more than once. So why not?"

Mark didn't answer but Neto could see that it got to him. Maybe it didn't anger him per say but it at least stumped him."What were you saying about everybody being racist?" Asked Mark.

"Everybody Is A Racist Very few people want to admit this, but everyone is a term "racist" refers to any one of the following, depending on who you ask. Someone who recognizes innate differences between the races in the "Human Biodiversity" vein. Or someone who prefers one race over another, including limited to their nation or local community. Or someone who believes that a hierarchy of racial groups exist, with some destined or suggested to rule over others."

"So which one are you? Sounds like all the above."

"Every single person on earth fits into one of these categories, anti-racists most of all. The big secret is that anti-racists are bigoted against the existence of racially-distinct groups, because an anti-racism agenda can only be satisfied when those groups which might rule or might be distinct are eliminated through means that for every human alive, there is a racial preference. Some want their race, others want no race, which is an illusion because a race will be created through the genocide by outbreeding of existing races."

Courtney was in the other room but he knew she was trying to listen in. "Para que podamos tener una conversación honesta sobre la raza, como los medios nos alientan continuamente a hacer, primero debemos superar la dicotomía entre "racista" y "no racista". Solo hay racistas, con antirracistas entre ellos."

(For us to have an honest conversation about race, as the media continually encourages us to do, we must first get past the dichotomy of "racist" versus "non-racist." There are only racists, with anti-racists among them.)

To Mark, this almost didn't soujnd like Neto. All though he was able to speak English without an accent, he didn't ever speak this elegantly before. Netp was profane. Or maybe, he was just more eloquent in Spanish.

"Ya veo..." Mark said."

I see)

"Eso libera nuestra discusión sobre la raza para enfocarse en los resultados finales. ¿Cómo debería ser nuestra sociedad para obtener el mejor resultado posible? Antirracistas y racistas por igual, irónicamente, están de acuerdo en que debería ser homogéneo, con racistas que quieren que su raza y antirracistas quieran una nueva raza híbrida."

(That frees our discussion about race to focus on ultimate end results. What should our society look like, for the best possible result? Anti-racists and racists alike — ironically — agree that it should be homogeneous, with racists wanting their race and anti-racists wanting a new hybrid race.)

Neto knew that Courtny and Ren wished they knew what he was saying and he had to take chance Mark was fluent enough to get all that.

Neto continued, "Cuando nos damos cuenta de que no solo todos somos racistas, sino que todos quieren homogeneidad racial, nuestra tarea se vuelve mucho más simple. Hemos reducido las opciones a opciones más simples: para nuestra sociedad homogénea, ¿queremos una raza existente o convertirnos en un grupo de raza mixta? Un análisis lógico como este elimina la neurosis en torno a la cuestión de la raza y lleva el diálogo a la práctica. No necesitamos términos más aireados como la dicotomía racista / no racista. Necesitamos planes reales y, a juzgar no solo por la tensión racial sino también por la miseria existencial general de nuestras sociedades, debemos elegir rápidamente."

(When we realize that not only is everyone racist, but that everyone wants racial homogeneity, our task becomes a lot simpler. We have narrowed the options to simpler choices: for our homogeneous society, do we want an existing race, or to become a mixed-race group? Logical analysis like this removes the neurosis around the question of race and brings dialogue back to the practical. We do not need more airy terms like the racist/non-racist dichotomy. We need real plans, and judging by not just the racial tension but the general existential misery of our societies, we need to choose quickly)

Neto then growled in English, "You already know which one I choose."

"So then we should just kill each other until we get what we want? You know it's not really fair that we do and that you've brought your LS politics over here."

Though Ren and Courtney could hear from the other room, they didn't get what that meant.

"Hey we didn't start any of this with Ernesto...not with what you did to the first Aztecas you killed in New Arcadia, not the LS Riots and not all those year ago in the state pens back west."

"You know...the South Side car always cites that as their justification. But there are people that weren't born yet getting killed. Like in that Little New Arcadia shooting..."

"Everybody focuses on the white guy getting hit with the brick. Nobody emembers the Central American who got his head busted with a stereo. And then had his torso and genitals painted black. That's how gay mayates are. Even when attacking a vato that didn't do shit to them you go for the dick."

"Yeah but you and two women just did that today..." Mark said. "And say what you will but Mexicans rioted too. They'd take the whole family out to riot. You can choose to focus on one part of it but the truth is black and brown rioted against whites and Koreans."

"Yeah we did it to two rapists. We didn't do it to a migrant worker. And you know how I said before that LS vatos were riotin with your kind out there? And that you turned on them? Well I got i wrong. That didn't happen three days in. Or even the last few days. And those Koreans? They weren't siding with the white boys they sided with themselves. None of the jueros were out there guarding their stores. It was Korean younngsters doing that. The gavachos relied on the pigs. And as for the spray paint? That was sexual assault. If that was a woman it would be. That's what we're so pissed off about. Me and those like me. Everybody remembers the juero that got a brick everybody remembers the black gut the cops beat down. But the Chapine? Nobody cares about him."

"I cared enough to Eyefind him. Therwe was a black preacher that helped him. He told the rioters that if they killed him they'd have to kill him too. Does that seriously not mean anything to you? Even if just ONE man did the right thing doesn't a guy like that deserve no to be shot by somebody like you on the warpath? They became friends, by the way. The preacher and Alberto Batista. Because he saved him they became friends. But I know something like that is los on you."

"Maybe. But that old died a year later of cancer. So a year of friendship undoes all the carnage that happened? That dude was from a different generation. The civil rights generation. I get that you hate pachucos based on what you went through and can see no beauty in what we are but then you can understand why I say that the civil rights generation was the last good generation para su gente. But those vatos that jumped him were post 70's and that's when shit all went downhill for your neighborhoods. Fathers started abandoning kids. It happens with us too. And Ivan's people. And Mai's but not in the record numbers it does for yours. And you know what? If something that happened in 92 isn't a reason to fight anymore, then neither is the fist fight at a high school in Cypress Flats that lead to teh wars between Vagos and the Da Nang Boyz and the Psychos yet here we are."

"Tupac once said that there was a big gap between the civil rights generation and the Hip Hop generation. On that much we can agree," Mark said but Neto was irritated he didn't concede his point about the longer war between brown and Asian that went on longer than brown and black.

"Really? I don't remember the King of Los Incas saying that. Or Tupac Amaru II."

"Don't get cute with me. You kniw what I meant," Mark growled. "Besides, for all your talk of fathers being there or not being there maybe you had good parents. And a lot of people only had one parent. But isn't one parent that loves you...like I know your homeboy who died had..isn't that better than having two parents that can't stand you like me? Or losing both parents the way you did?"

"You know, Maurice Roman. He's not your dad..." Neto told him. Mark blinked. "What?"

"You've had doubts that Yolanda is your mom. And you should. The way he is. He's a man whore. But did you ever think matybe Maurice isn't your dad?"

"You don't know what you're talking about..." Mark growled. "I've had my doubts sure but I know what I know and if Maurice wasn't my father i'd know it. He's not my father in the sense of nurturing. So he did abandn me in that way."

"No, you ran away. And I mean he's not your biological father. You ran away because you knew."

"You want to go back to being tied up in a field? We can arrange that!" Mark threatened. Neto smiled. "I think that...whoever your real mom is...that's probably Martin's real mom too. But Martin's mother isn't Yolanda either. They got together just after Maurice and his baby mama that was Marty's father hooked up. Then he kicked the bitch to the curb. But then one day he did fuck her agai and then kicked her to the curb again. ...or did he?" Neto smiled. "Cause he's not your faher...or is he?"

"What the fuck re you playing at?" Mark demanded. "I have Intel too. You do recon on me, well I did it on you. The beauty of recon is...sometimes you learn things about your enemy that even your enemy doesn't know. I guess we won't know for sure until we get you all a paternity test. I have it on good authority that the only children that are from Maurice and Yolanda is Marick and Hakeem. Your sister?" He shook his head and made a tsk tsk sound. "Those exotic almost Asian looking features? Kind of makes you wonder. Maybe that's why you like women that look like Ana so much! Those comments about making Blasian babies. It makes me wonder if you practiced on Gwen. Hell if you have kids with Ana...I see why you'd want to keep the boys away from her if you have a daughter. Maybe you'd be just like those taboo videos that a lot of your generation likes. You'd say you have to teach her about boys and what kind of men will prey on her. Then sample the goods yourself."

Mark pulled his knife out standing up. "You need to shut the fuck up right now."

"You gonna kill me, Mark? I didn't give enough blood for you? That's just greedy."

"Yeah I can lways take more. Straight from your juggular. Keep trying me."

"Then again maybe you just want to have a kid so that in eightee years, you, Ana, Gwen and Ana Jr. can have a mother-daughter- fourway," Mark put the blade to his throat. Neto smiled. "Now how did you know to bring my favorite sex toy?"

Ren said, "That's enough. Both of you. No more talking. Neto, you've given enough blood. You need to leave. Take Lady Joker with you. She's gonna live."

Mark's nostrils flared. Neto smiled, ""Why so serious? Is it the blood loss that makes your temper so hot? Cause I gave you some blood. You should be good now."

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Mark belllowed. "You and her. While I still let you!"

Neto held two hands up feigning surrender. "No problem, man..." He got ready to go but Ren made sure he had a cookie and some orange juice and a cookie for the road as with Mark. Neto, as he got ready to walk out with Lady J turned to Mark saying, "You should probably talk to Maurice. He may not remember but as it turns out we go way back."

Neto helped Lady J to the car. "Is it over?" She aked in a groggy voice. "Yeah..." He said softly. "Just get soe sleep."

Just then a dark figure approached him and a P99 was drawn on him. Ana stood there. She still had her bandages and her voice was somewhat weak but she was ablet to hold a gun. "What's up, baby? Up for round thee?"

"What did you do to Mark?"

"I saved his ass. You can ask him about it. We plan to have a little 'play date' later on down the line though. So what you want to fight? This is your best shot. Shoot me."

"Theres no need for that. But if you were here to cause Marcus trouble I wasn't going to allow it."

"So you're not gonna try and take your revenge?"

"It seems to me Marcus already took care of that. Bt if you do try and engage in any hostile acts against the United States I will. Or if you go after Marcus again."

"That boy has more trouble than I could ever cause him He likes to come after me. I usually spank him for it.. You know...he's gooing to lose somebody close to him. I don't know who...I can just feel it. He's got this cockiness about him. I've lost somebody...the last person I ever cared about. And now I don't care. Ernesto lost somebody...Mark won't truly be a king in this game until he feels that sting. Maybe it'll be you. Maybe Alison. Or maybe Tasha even if he pretends to not love her. But it's going to happen."

"Are you threatening us?"

"Stating a fact. There are still things coming for him that I have nothing to do with but I know about them anyway. There are enemies your little boy toy has that are coming from thousands ofmiles away. Some from just twenty or thirty. And others from hundreds of miles. They're so far in the distance that he's either forgotten about them or he doesn't know who they are but they know him and they haven't forgotten him. Hell, I won't forget him either. He's the only southerner I've ever faced worth a damn."

"What about Lee?"

"That punk?" He scoffed. "A dumb follower. A puppet. At least Jimmy has military experience. Mark has brains in the way that an IRA triggerman does. He might not be formally trained but he is master of improvising just like they do and that's how they've been able to take on SAS. And it's how Mark can take on Merryweather. . Manfred has hisdrones and computer. You got your spy bullshit, Kyra is just a complete psychopath. Cold and emotionless like all Brits. You know those English bobbies they have? That's the way they all are. There's just nothing. They're robots. But Lee? You know, I know how the BSU looks at Miguel Santana. As a guy who would be a bitch in prison without Onda. I don't think he'd get raped but he might get shanked I'll admit that much. But that's how I see Lee. He's a punk. He's Robin. He's Watson. He's a bass guitarist. Know what they call second place? The number one loser."

Ana recalled him sign languaging an Anti Asian slur at her when she had done a faux seduction attempt in the fight. "Maybe you're just more racist against Asians."

"He's not a real Asian. He's an ABC. Yellow on the outside white on the inside. Forall you and Mai gush about American patriotism at least you're legitimate Asians."

"There are plenty of Meso Aericans that speak only Spanish and not Maya. Are they fake?"

"China didn't go through the same genocide and colonization thatt we did. Not in China or the west. You're a model minority so to not learn Mandarin or Cantonese is a choice not something forced by invaders. He's just a dumb ass orphan. His parents probably didn't die. They probably just threw him in a river and decided maybe a girl would be preferable."

His words were offensive but Ana had a poker face "I think it's time you moved along..." She told him. "Sure. But why don't you go in and see him? Oh wait that's right...weak voice...tube down your throat. Femme fatal."

Though she gave no indication of shock, o worry, she at least felt that whatever he knew, he shouldn't. "You bugged the hospital."

"Yeah. I knew where you were and I didn't finish the job. Aint I sweet?"

"Yeah. Sweet like a lemon. Or salt."

"i get why you don't want to go see them. Got an image to maintain. They can't have their cougar looking wounded. But why is having a tube down your throat a poblem? You got a problem with it when it's medicine and oxygen but you don't when it's leche?"

"What?

"You know...tubes that distribute your...protein shake," He said with a crude chuckle. "You're such a romantic," She replied.

"I leave that to you and the Pistolero. Maybe you should give men a pause..before you have menopause. Or dyke out like Mai does. See ya later, Cougar."

He got into the car and turned on the radio and Katy Perry blasted. Neto with a twisted look on his face looked at her and sang aloud purposefully off key. He changed the last part of the lyric.

I got the eye of a tiger

Dancing Through The Fire

Cause i am a champion and you'e gonna hear me roar

Louder than a Lion cause I am a Cougar and you're gonna hear me roar

Ana smiled. "Did you do that on purpose for the same of a joke? Or do you just listen to Katy Perry a lot?"

"Doesn't matter. I made my point. What's the matter? Don't think it's funny? You getting hot flashes over there, Sandra Oh?"

"Oh I'm laughing. On the inside. It's the best kind oflaughter."

Lady J growled, "Turn that bullshit off..."

He pulled away. As he drove off, Ana watched and thought, He's certainly the funniest enemy we've had.

She heard sounds indicating somebody was coming outside. She rrapelled with her hookshot into a tree. Mark got outside looking into the night air. "Did i just hear Katy Perry? The fuck? That shit aint cool around here..."

Courtney pulled him back inside. "Come on, baby you need to rest."

Ana watchted them go inside. "Get better my love..." She whispered.

Sunbelt

Four AV members were driving to the Rifa neighborhood of SW Sunbelt. The first was the driver. His name was Andrew "Stonewall" Jackson. He was named after the first democratic president but his nickname was based on his size of being like a stone wall and his southern pide. He was six foot ten 400 lbs of pure muscle and thirty years old. He had done a dime in the state pen but before that, he had been a football star in High School and had taken his team to the state championship two years in a 'd had none of his views before he went to prison at the age of twenty. But things were different now. He fought Ballas, Marabunta and even BSU as well as various bikers and Rifas. Of the BSU he hated Mak Roman and Felix a Native of Sunbelt. When the two were still in their teens he hd fought them and he was able to dominate them both but one time they had double teamed him and gave him a scar above and below his right eye.

Next was Winston "Duffy" Duff. Winston was a pale skinned caucasian with brown hair and brown eyes a mean looking face and a wiry 5'9 frame. He was 1/8 Jewish and while he was not the first AV member to be part Jewish his friends in priso flipped him shit for it. He was alway trying to prove himself by brutalizing Orthodox jews. For this reason his two worst enemies were Dave and Eddy who often tag teamed him as well and he didn't mind fighting both because in his mind "One Aryan was more than enough for two Jews" The two Jewish American BSU members looked at him as a traitor not that they expected him to be a practicing Jew but that they felt he should not hate what was part of him. In his mind however he was still mostly Aryan and 12% Jewish ancestry earned no loyalty. One week before, he had even shot his cousin a second cousin that was the closest relative that even practiced Judaism. He had shot the man in front of his daughter the day of her Bat Mitzvah. Since then, nobody in the AV teased him for it.

Next was Joe "Windbag" Anderson. He earned this nickname due to being long winded. He was 6 feet tall and twenty sevn years old with a serious meth addiction. He had reddish blonde hair and gray eyes and a curly red beard and a hairy chest ad he was always smelling like Redwoods. He had lost a cousin to a Rifa in prison. He could not get to the Rifa who had done it as that man was on life without parole and the shanking had earned him 23 hour lock down. The next best thing was to go after his brother. It was on his request that they were doing this.

Last was a blonde haired blue eyed white female named Cindy Putnam a member of the female wing of the Vanguard. She had straight hair and mostly kept no tattoos. In her lap was an MP5.

Stonewall had an AK-74, Duffy had a G36 and Windbag had an AA-12.

Meanwhile, two men sat on a potrch. The first was Donovan Grant, a half Mexican half German cholo. He was 5'8 and had light brown skin and hazel eyes his head was shaved into a buzz cut. He wore a dark red ViceCity Mambas jersey and wore a black pair o dickies. He had an on again off again relationship with Cheetah. He had two daughters and a son by two other femles and he had a hard time not cheatin on Cheeta sometimes even with the mother of his children and often with random Rifas She din't doubt he loved her but he had a hard time keeping it in his pants.

She gave him one last chance and they'd been back together about two weeks she had even sent a friend of his he didn't know to seduce him but to her joy he resisted. He had also known of Mark's friendship to her and initially didn't like him. He didn't trust black guys initially it wasn't that he hated them but he felt a lot were racist towards Mexicans because of what Vagos and Marabunnta did. He'd used the term mayate and had been oe of the first to call Mark that but he never said nigger. His best friend Bernardo Fuentes was the same.

Mark had told him regarding Cheetah who Mark had turned down sex with that if he wanted to keep her h needed to be loyal to her or otherwise not expect her to be loyal to him. He had told Mark that he knew Mark was a man whore but Mark had said he didn't cheat. He kept flings separate from relationships and did not fuck around in relationships. After a few gunfights and knowing hewould not go after her, he came to get along with him but this was years ago.

Mark had even said that Donovan should come and visit New Arcadia but it annoyed Mark that he always refused saying he never wanted to go there and Mark would say don't knock it until you try it but he still had never gone. Though Mark had insisted he would have loved Mardi Gras.

Bernardo and Mark on the other hand did not like each other at all but had mutual respect at least in gun fights against Vagos and the AV. Bernardo was a full blooded Mexican unlike Donovan and he was the cousin of a Rifa who had gotten life for killing an AV captain and had even joined NS after doing so. He had dark brown skin with a goldish tint and he had almond shaped brown eyes and a black mustache and goatee a pointy nose and he stood 5'7 and was scrawny his jet black hair in a Mongolian tail.

Both men had aspirations to become NS. "I don't know about your old lady, homes..." Bernardo said. "That vato from South Yankton...she's got her eye on him...

"Hey, I've been loyal to her she's good to me, pues. We been through a lot."

Just then, the vehicle rolled up. Automatic rounds filled the air and they were spraying house after house as they drove towards them. "Chinada!" Cried Bernardo dropping his beer going fo his Beretta. He was struck with a round from the AA-12 between his left thigh and hip and he cried out falling with a gaping hole in him exposing his hip before several 7.62 rounds hit him in the stomach as well.

Donovan ducked behind a dark red Voodoo and returned fire with a Glock 17 and he saw two more Rifas, one male, of Honduran descnt, the other a Salvaoran female hit the ground the first with rounds in the chest and neck the next with rounds in the stomach and back. Donovan discharged his pistol ten times trying to defend himself and the neighborhood but he took five rounds from the G36 and as he staggered his pistol discharging he lost control of his grip and the gun went off again as his arm snapped back after taking a sixth round. Right under his chin and up into his head.

He hit the ground like a sack of potatoes and his Rifa girlfriend saw him hit the street as she came outside. "NO DONNY!" She screamed as she fired a .45 emptying the magazine at the fleeing vehicle before holding Donovan's bloody hand in her arms as tears flowed down her cheeks. The AV shooters emptied their automatics into several more houses before taking off.

New Arcadia

Mark got a text from Felon telling him to turn on Weazel News. He did.

"Violence erupted in a South Western Sunbelt neighborhood as gunfire was exchanged on Cesar Chavez Boulevard at the intersection of East Santa Anna Street in a primarily Latino neighborhood. Fifteen people were shot and ten were fatally injured but most disturbing of all, of the fifteen shot, only four had any gang affiliation. The sunbelt police are not sure whethere this is a gang motivated crime or racially motivated or both."

The reporter went on to describe the vehicle and the size and race of the suspects. Lee and Jimmy were there too. "We got enough shit going on without you going back to the Belt. Let it lay, bro. I gotta focus on my fight with Felix. You gotta focus on business here."

Jimmy added, "A war with Miguel is already on, a war with Ernesto could start up. And those two are already a force to be reckoned with on their own. Together or apart they're bad news. They could wage war on us from two states and you and Lee may not think they're hardcore but they have a lot more resources by way of soldiers. We could take them but it won't be easy. We can't afford to get mixed back up with the AV."

"nYou don't understand. Santa Muerte said that I neglected Felix. That I betrayed him even. And he said that we don't care about anybody that's not BSU. He already thinks we're racist against Chicanos. But I'm not afraid to suppot the other side. Plus this smells like AV. We already gotta hit those bastards for what they did to you."

"You think what they did to us...burying us alieve and what was done to the Rifas was related?" Asked Jimmy. "I don't know. It could be but it might just be two different things done in the same city by the same crew. It may not have been done by the exact same guys but the guys that attacked you would probably apprve of the men who hit Cheeta and the men who hit Cheeta would love what was done to you. The one thing they gotin common is they both hate us and them. If we take one out we should take out the other crew. And whover else they have willing to come at us."

"Who cares what that asshole thinks? He wnt from going after Baba Yaga cause he tried to kill Mai from wanting to kill Mai and Baba Yaga and now he probably wants to team up with him and kill her. I'd say he betrayed her so he's fulla shit," Lee said. Mark looked at the Chinese American unsure if Lee was saying that because of his feelings for the Hmong or if that was just ow it seemed to him.

"I don't care. But it is important to prove him wrong. You two can stay behind if you want to. You're already going to want to come with to deal with th grave diggers. If you want to come straight back home after that you can but once we take care of that, I'm helping them."

Packie

He arrived outside the precinct with Gordon. They watched a homeless Caucasian male walk in with a briefcase. That was their cue to drive away. "You made sure there's no children, right?" Askd Packie. "Yeah, I planted the fuckin bugs and I checked on the monitor. But beyond that I aint fuckin sticking around I got priors. I shouldn't even be here with you now. But how do you know your brother aint there?"

"He's fuckin not. He's giving a speech in Broker. Lecturing kids in the Firefly projects about how they don't have to be a product of their envioroment cause he escaped a family of junkies, druns and crooks. Fuck him. He's the biggest crook."

"Relax, Packie. I'm just asking. What are you doing back now anyway you said I was in charge while you wre away. Shouldn't you be in LS? Or New Arcadia last I heard..."

"Fuck New Arcadia and fuck LS. I miss it here. I just want Frankie to know that I may not be coming home yet but he's on my mind."

Packie stopped at a red light which still gave them the range they needed. He pressed the button and the briefcase went up and there was a deafening explosion and windows shattered and screams were heard Smoke filled the area and car alarms went off. A cop, a blonde haired gray eyed Caucasian of Polish American of about 5'10 with the hairiest chest ever staggered out. Both ams were missing and blood sprayed everywhere and he tried to scream but nothing came out. He collapsed from blood loss. He was not the only casualty but he was the first one the people outsidesaw and was a good indication of how things looked insie the station.

They drove away and kept driving until they found themselves on the Broker-Dukes expressway. "SUCK ON THAT, FRANCIS!"

When they got to Alderney City later that day and watched TV, the news stated that there had been six killed and five more wounded. Five of the six had been cops. The rest of the casualties were civilians. "FUCK!" Packie cried out. "I was hoping it would just be pigs."

"You knew there was a chance that'd happen, Pack. Fuck em."

"Yeah but still...I know they can't trace it to us but FUCK!"

Liam was also here. He folded his arms. "You gotta ask yourself something Packie. Do you want to be more like Gerry, or more like Derrick? And if the answer is Derrick, do you want to be like 80's Derrick before he found smack and the cause or 90's Derrick?"

Packie looked down. He wasn't in any way IRA but in hind sight later had wished he had never said fuck your cause. It wasn't over and it wouldn't be until there was a United Ireland. That had little to do with what happened here but this was a message to Francis. Besides, the US still supported Britain in that fight which poved despite all its talk about freedom and independence the US didn't support it. If they had they would hae supported Ireland from the start.

He wasn't political and he was a gangster but at the same time, he was not sure about the answer himself. He had been willing to bomb the precinct Francis worked just to send a message even if Francis wouldn't be able to prove it, he knew. The others might not know but he knew and if he didn't he would. But for now it was better if the authorities thought some religious fanatics did it. Liberty City also had extreme gun laws even worse than LS. Maybe a bombing would make people realize guns don't kill people that people did.

He already did use explosives. He had given Niko explosives and those had not been for robberies. On this, he would have to think about whether he would follow his brother's footsteps because even while this had nothing to do with what Derrick had done and probably Gerry, and Derrick as well as Ma and Kate would not approve of what he had done, he still realized that there wasn't much difference between a bomb going off in the streets of Liberty City and that of Belfast. Even if Derrick would have never tried to bomb the precinct that Francis worked at, the fact was Derrick's trusting of their bother had gotten him killed.

"Ah fuck em!" Gordon yelled sniffing a rail of coke. "You shoulda seen this one fuckin guy! Came out with both arms missing. You know you shit your pants when you go through trauma? Whether he lives or dies somebody's gonna have to wipe his ass. It'll either be a coroner or a nurse!" He then cackled laughing at his own joke.

Two Weeks Later

Neto made sure that Mark received the pictures of what happened to Mookie. His eyes widened and he showed them to Courtney too. He had sent the rapist 4th ward gangster all the way to was of course after repairing his badly damaged genitalia through a "Surgeon" who gave him a sex change. He had taken him to Iran because he knew that in Iran they had a strange policy of actually turning homosexual men into trans gender "Women"

Neto had supposedly been doing this to rapists for a long time and had done it to quite a few of his enemies from the rival cartel. He had then sold Mookie as a sex slave to some rich fuck from Tehran to add to his "Harem" Neto in his notes that he had left for them observed that he suspected said rich man was probably a fag to even want to do this. The man had raped Mookie against his will for about ten days. In both his as and his new "Vagina" as well as his mouth. There was even pictures of Mookie with breast implants, a miniskirt, and lipstick. There were other pictures of him in a hijab like a Muslim woman. He had also been beaten regularly. On the 11th day the man had thrown acid in his face and then sodomized him again but made him wear a full face covering.

After the thirteenth day, however,. Mookie had had enough and cut his own wrists.

"Jesus Christ...!" Courtney cried as she read what had happened. It was true, they realized that technically it was the very definition of a punishment fitting a crime. It couldn't have happened to a more deserving person but it was the sheer evil of it that made it so shocking. Even Mark who thought he had seen everything regarding the depths of human brutality was stunned that Santa Muerte was this sadistic. Worse yet, this creative.

Meanwhile

Neto had Felix on the floor but he got up bleeding his nose and mouth caked in blood. 'GET UP, BITCH! YOU THINK SHOTGUN MARIA ISN'T GONNA MAKE YOU BLEED?! THAT BITCH HAS CLAWS. HE'LL BE GETTING SOME OF YOU BEFORE HE HITS THE GROUND. LEARN TO LOVE IT! THINK OF IT AS EJACULATE THAT'S RED! IT'S LIKE FUCKING AND THE GOAL IS TO MAKE YOUR ENEMY CUM...I MEAN BLEED FUCK IT! T'S THE SAME THING! ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR!"

Felix brushed the blood from his nose aide. "What are you talking about? You're not making sense."

"What I'm talking about..." He hit Felix four times in the gut. He fell over and Neto said, "First, we gotta get used to gut shots. Your head is going to move around and that's a harder target both to hit and physically. I've seen so many people fuck up their hands on people's skulls. Even more with , you know why you get fucked up Because I'm a south paw. A south paw has an advantage his first time going against his enemy. Most of the world is right handed now. It wasn't always that way. It was a lot less before European colonization but tose STUPID EUROPEAN FAGGOTS! WITH THEIR ROMAN AND FRENCH AND SPANISH HERITAGE BROUGHT THE IDEA THAT LEFT HAND WAS EVIL. LIKE THEIR BULLSHIT WITH ENTERING A BOAT LEFT FOOT FIRST!" He calmed down. "Anyway...they usually hit with a right so they're easier to block. I did that almost every time fighting Lee and Mark."

"That's bullshit. I saw you use your right."

"That's because two hands are better than one and I do try and use them both equally when I can but the fact is I'm left handed. The people that can REALLY present a challenge to me are the people that fight with a left han just as much as right but most people don't."

"Ana kicked your ass..." Felix said with a bloody smile.

"Yeah with all her smoke and mirrors spy kung fu bullshit and what happened before that? Mark did some of the work for her. So you can't call that one on one. Not really. Maybe oe on one at a time but you tell me if youd be your best fighting a tough fighter first before figting another? Mark should be embarassed that his woman is tougher than he is. But the first time I went against her at full strength i floored the bitch."

"So what are you saying? You wouldn't be with a woman who was tougher than you?"

"No...I wouldn't. It's not a sexist thing. It's just I gotta be me. I'l be the tougher one or we can be equal but I will not be the one to be dominated. I come from a patriarchal culture. That doesn't mean women didn't have rights at all but it wasn't like today. With men who don't even lift, men who are so skinny they look like they got Aids when they don' from mi gente and yours had TESTERSTERONE A woman's strength is in other areas but we have more upper body strength. That's not sexism that's just fact."

Neto told him, "We're gonna keep this up until you learn to get hit in the gut without falling. If you get winded the fight is already over. And remember if you lose to Maria, I'm gonna do worse to you."

"Wait, so you're gonna hit me if I don't win in a fight with him where you trained me by hitting me?" Felix said with sarcasm. "Yeah. Because i'm hitting you right now as hard as lee hits. I've been hit by him too. I remember. It was if I hit you as hard as I hit, it's really going to be a bad day for you."

Neto hit him with a hard left in the gut again. Felix flaile and almost lost balance but he managed to catch his footin keeping his guard up but he stumbled a bit and almost fell. Neto told him, "All right that's good. Well no good but better. You earned a break..." He went to the fridge tossing him a cold Cerveza Barracho. "i don't drink... Replied the South American. "Then use it to cool off your wounds. I got E Cola in the fridge too. We'll pick this up in a half hour but first...you like Metal that hardcore shit?"

"You know I do..." Felix said. "And Mark has stuck up tastes. Well he prbably didn't ever show you this band and probably nobody else in your neighborhood did either. But this...this is pre Hispanic metal..."

He put on the song Ajawab Wuj Xibalba by Tezcatlipoca.

"What is it? Xibalba? I know Tezcatlipoca is an Aztec god."

"K'iche translation of it is the place of fear. It's like an underworld where souls are tested," Neto's expression darkened. "And anywhere I am..to me it IS Xibalba."

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The New Arcadia Whammies are a parody of the New Orleans Baby Cakes. I got the idea for a parody off urban dictionary and to be true to rockstar humor a New Orleans Whammy involves jizzing on a girl's neck involving a pearl necklace and then jizzing literally everywhere else in her room to give a jizz hurricane effect. NO doesn't have a baseball team in the MLB so they have that in common with Portland and Vegas which honestly didn't stop gta from making the Las Venturas Bandits which is based on a minor league team they do have and I could have made them an MLB team for that city but I wanted it as realistic as possible.

As far as what Lee went through and Jimmy what i did there was I wanted to show them striking at Neto first and having it backfire. All though in the shootout in Rancho, Calaca was the only significant casualty there is still things being done about what went on. And some of the Aztecas are going to go to jail though not all will have charges stick but some will. But as far as what Lee would do because I know Zilla is going to want to have Lee strike back I actually had an idea for that that I will discuss with Zilla to where Lee would do damage indirectly through the Da Nang Boyz and he wouldn't know exactly who they were going to kill but it would just be a way to make something happen to take out one or more of Neto's soldiers because let's face it thus far Mark has been responsible directly for killing Pajaro and Lee you could partially lay Calaca's death at his feet but really that was more the black gangs. Where as this time Lee would actually be responsible for at least one soldado/soldada's death.

Also I had him tell Courtney about what Marabunta did to him because unlike Mark she's had that done to her. She may not forgive him for doing what he did to her but in a way she understands now why Neto is so angry and sadistic.

As far as what was done to Mookie, yeah that actually does happen to homosexuals in Iran. Forced sex changes. The idea of selling him though internationally I got that off GTA Advance when Asuka sells some rival gang members to be slaves in Asia.

As far as what Packie did, he didn't intend it to be terrorist or political it really was only meant to fuck with his brother and all though he knew it would still be perceived another way, he still was hoping that the cops would investigate and rule out terrorism since no group would take credit for it at least he hopes, and that they would assume it was criminal but not know who. As of right now, Francis doesn't yet know Packie was behind it but he will.

As far as Henry Smithers he is visually based on Vin Diesel all of the AV oc';s that I made up, Zilla they're yours to kill off i dont wanna write you into a hole but i figured Mark is getting closer to Cheetah again and Task is REALLY getting closer and I just thought on top of the AV members in the cemetery I showed that too would be another aspect of it because honestly yes, you got a point it makes sense for Nortenos and La Tereca to work together but NF also beefs with AB too and I don't think Houston is any different than Cali that way.

So all those AV oc's are yours to kill off as you see fit but one thing as a gift of mine to you since you actually like Steven from Ballad and i have no use for him in my Concrete story I thought I'd introduce him here and this is my way of saying you can have him to do with what you want whether that's killing him sooner, later or even having him switch sides down the line that's up to you. If there's no room, then just kill him off sooner I guess. He's also visually based on Damien Lewis this time from Homeland rather than the actor playing Jesse James in that wild west documentary on AMC

I also showed the thing with Donovan the cholo who was introduced and then killed off right away cause the shooting himself in the face thing there actually was a Mexican dude an ex of my moms knew that had that happen not the getting shot and then accidentally shooting in the face but the accidental shooting in the face alone.

Also Neto and Mark had their own version of the conversation with Ernesto and Mark and this was more intense. What Neto was saying about his father though was just his way of fucking with him.

As for the typos you'll just have to forgive me like i said my tablet is fucking it up.

As far as what neto said about Asians and brown fighting I didn't have Mark respond to that there because I don't know what Mark would say but it is a good point. Also thanks to Zilla at your requst in a future chapter Ivan will be killing AV memnbers too but this chapter was just showing the Families and Ballas uniting and taking down a stash house of the AV but this is the catalyst for latr instances where Baba Yaga will be terrorizing them too. Ivan wouldn't be thrilled that Sugar is out here doing that.

i also want to thank Zilla for helping me come up with a real name for Sugar I decided to go with Imani.

Anyway that's all for now.

Till next time