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.

68. O:nen ki' wáhi Kanonronhkwáhtshera

Neto

March 1, 2015

Felix stood in front of him confused. "You don't even want to beat me cause you said it was a draw and Lee went under the knife...but you want to make it look like you did...?"

Neto shrugged, "Still gotta pay the price for not winning. You didn't lose so that's good but you didn't win."

"Fine, I'll do it as long as we leave mi madre out of this...but here's the more important question WHY?! Are you outta your fuckin mind?!"

"Yes. But I'm also right. Mark and Lee are my enemy. And because of what you did, they're yours too. But as much as they think they hate you...they wouldn't really want to see you dead. Now I gotta get back to Los Santos. I got some business back there but before I do go...I'm gonna make it seem like I did punish you. And to the untrained eye...shit even the trained eye...it's just to see how they reaact to it. Lee's reaction is more important than Mark's. Mark is tempermental but he's smarter than Lee. Still, even he might fall for it."

Miguel was there too. "Plus I'm the one that asked for this. Because of YOU...guys from my block died cause Neto had to train you to be average. And then he got arrested. Him being there would have made a difference. I've got recordings everywhere Mark goes to . I've had their phones tapped. So if you don't do this...consider yourself banned from Sunbelt, homie."

"This is just to see what Mark is gonna do right? Nothing else?"

"No, of course not!" Miguel lied but did so with a straight face giving no visual indication he was lying. "This is all about seeing your enemies disposition."

"Yo realize even just testing these guys in that way is playing with fire right? Let me give you a metaphor. We both grew up in Sunbelt. It's like fireworks out here on a 4th of July when it's 105 degrees outside."

"I don't celebrate that gavacho horse shit and I don't respect any Chicano that does. Only fake ass pochos like that shit. Anyways, I'll deal with the consequences. And if they want to blame you at all you can just tell them it was non violent revenge on your part for any injuries Lee gave you before..."

They were in the basement of Felix's house and they had the laundry going loud in cas anybody was listening plus they had their phones upstairs in the microwave.

They went outside. As Cruz recorded as they were now in Felix's old neighborhood, before he started recording, he put fake blood capsules in Felix's nose and mouth. Before he started recording, Neto also told him, "Now I gotta make this look real so I'm not gonna hit you that hard. Just hard enough to break the capsules. He began to beat him punching him in the face and the gut once. He slammed him against the fence of his mother's house. Luckily she wasn't home. "I TOLD YOU WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU DON'T WIN, BITCH! WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU BEAT HIM?! HE'S SHORTER THAN ME!"

"I'm...s...sorry!" Cried Felix in a convincing voice. "Ju...just let me challenge him to a rematch! I'll kick his ass..."

"THERE ISN'T GONNA BE A NEXT TIME!"

Miguel appeared on the screen as intended which would be a shocker to viewers and as Neto had Felix in a choke hold he then grabbed his arm and rolled his shirt up pulled out a syringe got down near the fallen South American. "Why were you even BSU?! You're not an orphan. Maybe you're not straight edge either!" Miguel roared. "All aboard the speed train!"

"No...por favor!"

Neto roared, "And just do she doesn't have to know the PAIN...of losing a son like I did...I'll be sending your sweet little jefita to join you, entiendes?!" Neto and Miguel's backs were in frnt of the shot as they 'shot' Felix up.

When the recording stopped they went to apply the finishing touches. They had Felix put in eye contacts that made his eyes look milky and blue. It was usually used in zombie flicks but it was top of the line effects the same kind they used in The Walking Ghouls.

Neto had created enough dead bodies to know what color ones eyes looked. In addition to the blood from his nose and mouth, he also made it look like snot came from his nose mixed in with the blood as well. Neto then pulled out a Handgun and fired a 'shot that was really just a blank into Felix's head It was just blanks but Neto let a spent shell fall to the ground anyway from a previous gunfight. Now they made it look like his brains were hanging out.

They took a picture of him on the Ifruit up close and Felix held perfectly texted this to Lee. It said,

You were right about him being the weakest link. I never liked this punk and I don't think you guys did either. You did me a favor by showing me he was weak so i thought I'd return the favor. You're welcome.

When it was done and it was sent Felix asked, "Where did you guys get the brains? The other props were pretty realistic but did you get that from the zombie prop too? It takes art to make a fake look that real..."

"Right...fake..." Miguel said. "Jesus...is that why that smelled so bad...?"

"Hey it's all about showmanship," Miguel said with a chuckle. "Who was it? The brain?"

"Some things you're better not knowing..."

Later That Night

Santa Muerte had shown both Miguel as well as Cruz how to do a little counter surveillance/. Neto had gone through their homes in the days after the Rifas attack and discoveed that once gain somebody mos likely, the BSU, was listening in. The ex Sicario had just the solution, one he had used to shake IAA surveillance who were after him in 2012 and even some years before that when he was just a sicario and a soldier due to who his parents were.

He had gotten them what they needed and to use it on every bug detected. In Metra, he'd had Culebra search for them too. For Miguel, he gave him a high voltage generator circuit,a 15 turn coil which Neto had constructed himself, a push button switch that he got from an electric shop and a 9V battery from the electric shop. He did the same for Cruz except instead of the generator circuit, he got hm a boost converter, and a 12 V battery.

He was talking to them both on speakerphone long distance three way. He knew Mark wasn't watching either of the thee because he had incognito eyes on Mark as well as every other member of his crew and none of them were listening or watching at the moment. They even had eyes on the Chinese American IAA agent and Devlin. Though to avoid detection on that front, as well as the BSU, he had people watching who were not Raza. They were Bravta but dressed and looking like good ole boys from the state.

"Now connect the battery to the imput of the HV generator through the push button switch. Then connect the output of the HV to the coil I need you both to make a small cut about 2-3mm between the output and coil for spark discharge. Now you should be able to damage anything the size of a CCTV camera. Just for safety though, try it on a cheap watch, first, homes. This shit fucks up devices. And even when it doesn't, it can reset them. Guacha..."

Both Cruz in Lincoln Parish and Miguel in the South West of Sunbelt did this. "Holy shit, bro. Gracias..." Miguel said with a grin on his face as they began to take out every device they'd spotted in every front, ever block, every house and apartment. "They'll probably find a way to get new shit or fix it but now you have a way to fight back not just set up counter surveillance. And Miguel, you may be a youngster so you might not have learned this in college a nother couple years or so and Cruz you're old school but it's a new day. We gotta be smarter. We have to adapt to the times. We don't otta talk like our enemies or act like them or respect the but...we gotta be realistic. These BSU dropouts revolutionized cyber banging..."

"Sounds like a porno!" Cruz replied.

"Pretty sure it IS a porno..." Miguel replied.

"I meant cyber gang banging...ah shit...you know what I mean..."

Cruz laughed as did Miguel. Still souds like a porno and you walked right into hat one, carnalito."

"This is serious. Cyber crime is already part of most gangs that are serious when it comes to getting paid. The US and Russia try to hac each other. I'm pretty sure in the future you'll have fuckers on the streets tryin to hack each other. Aztecas hacking Rifas, Families hacking Ballas..."

Cruz chuckled. "BSU hacking the AV. Who are we kidding, eh. It may have been a bitch having these lames have eyes and ears on us and them hacking us left and right but there's no way they didn't do this to the white boys too. They had to have."

Neto thought to himself, If they wanted to, Mark and the BSU could crash the database of any intelligence agendcy in the country if they wanted to. That would almost make them allies. Almost. At least when I was a Zapatista it might have..but they won't. These kids are smart but as long as just one of them is fuckin two feds, the rest of them might as well be too. They're smarter than most people their age. But it's like they're patriots even though they know everything wrong with this country. That makes them worse...they're aware...and they only take down fractions of the problem not the whole thing. They know the IAA is evil but they won't do anything about it.

As he bade the two out of town south siders farewell needing to get back to San Andreas he thought, Maybe I've had my priorities all wrong. A dick measuring pissing match between west coast compas and the BSU when I got Trevor Phillips nearby and he's killing Aztecas right in Blaine County. But if I got the wrong priorities, so does Mark, Lee, all of them. They think we're their biggest problem or even Carcer City or Dockington. But the people that are the worst is right under their noses. He shook his head at the thought. He knew he risks if he went into a direct war with the IAA istead of guerilla warfare and underground hits. Devlin was dangerous. But he wondered if Mark and the others realized what would happen should that same military might ever turn on them?

He didn't care if it did or not. He cared about himself. But it didn't stop the question from being an interesting on and one he would be eager to see answered in the future. The best case would be if many of them took each other out but for now, it was a mystery.

Paul

2008

Paul had come by to get laid again and hed had fun with Ramona again. He smoked a joint as she went to the store after the fact. "Como esta, Manny?" Asked Mona.

"(How is Manny?)

"i guess you're right about Manny. He said he's trying to clean up the streets but from what I heard he's been having some Russian guy run around for him or something..." He replied. "You're not a pendejo after all..." She said lighting a cigarette. "Come here, papito..." She said. "I want you to meet my friend. This is Soni."

He asked her if she was with the Almighty Lady Nation. The short stalky woman had a crown tattooed on he upper right arm and two gold front teeth. It was a reasonable assumption but it was a mistake. She started tanting in Spanish and he understood parts of it but not all. The more she yelled the thicker her Puerto Rican accent got. She was saying something along the lines of Puerto Ricans killing each other and yet still having the nerve to call themselves royalt. She said that she had been a Lady when it meant something. Back when the Liberty City chapter was first founded. She had assumed he was Puerto Rican based on his skin tone despite his height as many had. He hadn't ever said he was Puerto Rican but to hide he had never said he wasn't either. If people thought he was a Puerto Rican at the very least aside from stop and frisk, they still would think he was an American citizen.

She stated, "Una raza divida no sobrevive," (A race divided will not survive)

"Queien va a siembrar la cemilla de nnuestra cultura si estamos muertos?"

(Who is going to plant the seed of our culture if we're all dead?)

Mona told her, "Calmate, hija, no es para tanto."

"Calm down, girl, it's not that serious)

Soni took the beer Mona offered her. "You know something...it was once an honor to be a Spanish Lord or Lady. We helped our people by fighting those who were victimizing us. We didn't rip our people off or feed them poison. We didn't do nothing to hurt their chances to succeed. What Mona did to you...she should be ashamed..." She said turning to Mona. "It's okay..." He said. "I liked it."

"Tu no sabes nada..." (You don't know anything)

He got defensive. "What the FUCK do you know...?" He growled. He knew she was a lesbian. "You're a tortillera! You have no advice that straight people should listen to!" The teenager growled, remembering that Packie had taught him to never trust homosexuals. "What...because I like women that means I can't care if our young men are abused?! That's bullshit. Abuse is abuse and nobody I ever went out with was under age. What if you had a sister that was a lesbian?"

"I fucking don't."

She blurted out, "Mona abused you. You're still a boy. Because of what she did, your life will never be normal."

Mona was crying. "I was drunk...I was drunk..." Paul grabbed the .25 he kept in his waistband. He aimed at her. "FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKIN DYKE!"

She flinched but didn't move. "Go ahead. Pull the trigger..." She said. Her brown eyes stared into his soul. "i still care about you. But killing me won't take away what was done to you..."

Paul demanded, "Who the fuck are you?! you don't know me! It was fucking consensual!" She shook her head. "At fourteen? No fuckin way."

He demanded, "Who the fuck gave you permission to give a fuck?! We're not relatives. I'm not Puerto Rican. I'm Mohawk. I just didn't say anything cause...I'm in trouble...and I won't be back..." Mona said, "You don't gotta go nowhere!"

"I'm from Kahnwake 14, Canada. It's in Southern Kebec. I got in trouble with the law. You think the Lords are doing wrong putting a gun in my hand? They didn't. The first time I fired a gun was the first time I killed somebody. My Rakeni'ha. That means father. See I'm bilingual I just don't speak much Spanish. I killed him to stop him from beating my mom."

"I knew he wasn't Puerto Rican or gringo..." Said Mona silently to Soni.. "i can't stay here anymore..." He said. "Now that you know."

"Whatever you are and whoever you are you are still a child! You can't deny that!" He stormed out of the housing project. He would go and see Packie. If there was any place he could put him up. He'd lived with Mona for several months in Bohan and they'd had sex together She'd even pretended to be his mother to keep him enrolled in school but this was the last time he had seen her.

Ivan

A New Alliance

He found himself in the house of an OG from the Bloodfeather Posse. They had once been attached to the Tong the Bloodfeather Tong to be exact and the older members who had been young men bak in 1992 still were but as the late 90's came and Hip Hop was becoming more mainstream and with more alliances with black gangs, they began to see their younger members breaking off into more of a street gang than a organized crime syndicate. Some of them even started wearing purple and identifying as Asian Ballas as strange as this was.

Of course when it came to the Families and Ballas, the way this was viewed differed on hoods. West Los Santos Ballas and Families tended to accept Asian counterparts as well as Polynesian and even more so, was this true for the Families inn Cypress Flats. But in hoods like Davis and Strawberry that had more hardcore reputations as purists, they saw the Asian and Pacific Islanders as dick riders. Ivan had even heard men like Stone express these views when hanging around him and he viewed out of state Ballas especially on the east coast as fake and Tyson had laughed thinking it was funny Asian gangs wanted to be like them while gang members like K Low was cool with it and saw them as real if they put in work though he had yet to meet an actual Asian Baller, he didn't seem opposed to it.

To Ivan, who was a Baller affiliate but not a Baller himself, he saw this as a positive even if they weren't affiliated with OCB or other hoods like that there was always time for it later. He found himself looking at a thirty three year old Asian gangster who looked to be in his 20's. He wore a Boars cap and wore a white t shirt under a purple and white Varsity jacket. His name was Felix Hung but his homies all called him F Key. He had served 11 years for shooting and crippling a member of the Da Nang Boys. Next to him was a woman of Chinese descent. She had straight black hair that was partially dyed red in bangs and she wore a black leather jacket over a black leather top that stopped above her small circular navel and she wore a black leather miniskirt that went to her thighs. Her name was Angel Wu.

Next was an Asian woman named Mya Thomas which Ivan had wondered how she had gotten that last name. She had somewhat of an overbite and dark brown skin but was pretty. She was Thai and Cambodian but she had been adopted by an American couple and had ran away at the age of 16 pissed that she had been denied her Asian heritage and had lived a middle class life in surburbia. Next was a female gang member wearing a purple bandanna t shirt and black leather pants. She also had purple lip gloss on and long black hair. She was of Cambodian descent. It seemed one other way the Bloodfeather differed from the Tongs was they allowed other Asian ethnicities into their gang. Her name was Alex Lee.

Next was a Chinese American woman with black hair and brown eyes and medium skin and she was only 5 feet tall but curvy. She was 32DDD-24-34. She wore a tight red tube top and black jeans. Her name was Niya Zhang. She was born in China but had come to America at the age of 12 and she was now 19. Ivan felt dirty but he was having dirty thoughts about her especially.

There was also Brenda Washington a half white half Chinese woman.

Then there was Sara Wong, a woman of Chinese and Italian descent and she had long black hair, caramel skin and she wore a white midriff top showing a silver belly piercing the top itself was white and covered her breasts and the cleavage and neck was covered by net like fabric but that was it and she wore a gray miniskirt and a very visible white thong.

Next to her rolling a blunt was a light skinned Asia woman with brownish blonde hair. She was Korean and Vietnamese but Chinese born. She was 5'7 and was 34 C-30-33.

Last was Mika Chan another Chinese American wo was fluent in English and Mandarin and wore a purple sports bra showing off her athletic body and purple spandex pants and she had been wanting to go for a run as she always did but F Key warned her the streets were too hot for that.

Standing by the window with an AK-47 watching for cops was an Asian male of Han descent but he was from Taiwan. His name was Luke Cao but because he was from Taiwan, everybody called him Wan. He wore a black t shirt and had a gold chain around his neck and he had a joint in his lips and baggy blue jeans.

Another male gang member was Terrance Chung known on the streets as TC. He had gelled back black hair and dressed a bit fancier wearing a black polo shirt andblackkhakis. He was born in 1984 and this made him two years younger than F Key. He was American born and had moved to Cineza later in his childhood despite being born in San Fierro. The reasoning behind their moving was in fact the war with the Da Nang Boys happening when he was just eight years old. The Vietnamese gang had shot up his parents house after a failed hit on a Triad boss that had escaped the city via decoy. When the Vietnamese gangsters got back to Chinatown, this was part of their revenge.

His father had been killed in that shootout so his mother had moved them to Cineza assuming the city known for farming couldn't possibly have gangs.

The last male gang member was Kung Ji but he was known on the streets as G, since that was what his last name sounded like, he was an Asian male with bronze skin and a buzz cut for his black hair and he had a purple t shirt on and a wine colored bandanna around his neck. He was sipping a Pisswasser watching Ivan and the others, weary of them being there.

"So..." Stated F Key. "I'm happy to give you guys a place to hide out. We're not friendly with the pigs or the Mutts. Only thing is...if we help ya'll recover them bricks and your money we want a cut."

Ivan nodded in agreement. "Of course. It's only fair."

Sun Kang added, "As well as the right to kill any of those classless piece of shit cholos. If there's one thing I miss about Canada...it's not having goddamn cholos."

"That's not what i heard..." Stated Wan. "I heard you got scraps like a motherfucker in Eastern Canada."

"Well you heard wrong..." Stated Sun Kang. "We're the ones in charge of that city. We'd never allow anything like that to happen."

Ivan wasn't sure if Sun Kang was telling the truth or if he was both talking up his own organization which was unusual for an organized crime boss to do instead of a street gang plus undermining enemies but then Ivan hadn't been there so for all he knew he could have been telling the truth. "So..how long do we need to lay low up here?" Asked Ivan. "I'd give it a couple of days if I were you, man..." Stated F Key. "Things arehot on the street right now. I mean you can go back to LS when it dies down but I thought you want your shipment and money back?"

"We do..." Ivan stated. "I have some LS business to attend to but don't get the wrong idea. I'll be back."

3 days Later

They were able to finally return to Cypress Flats but they vowed to be back and in the meantime the Bloodfeather as well as the BOD's vowed to look for the gang members responsible and pinpoint which set had done this. Ivan pulled up giving TJ a ride back. He didn't want to ride back with his cousin and he didn't blame him. Besides, his cousin didn't still live at home. TJ did

Just then, an attractive Asian female possibly in her late teens or early 20's was there on the porch. "TJ! Where the fuck have you been?! Mom's been worried sick!' He came out and said, "Tell her don't trip. I just went up to see Roach with Monster cause it's been a long time..."

"You need to focus onyour studies and stop hanging out with those losers!" She introduced herself to Ivan and asked t speak to him alone. He told her the truth at least as far as wht he represented with the Russian mob. If she was smart, despite being a civilian she would say nothing to the law about it. He told her what hey'd been up to. "You're...surprisingly honest..." She said. It did feel weird to Ivan being this honest with a strager when he want this forthcoming with some friends. "Yes well...RJ is an introvert. You may not like what he did but trust me...neither does he. He's a good kid caught in a bad situation. The country you come from like mine, is hard and sometimes people had to do bad things to survive."

"But this is America and you may have grown up overseas but he's been here! It doesn't excuse what he did. I can't blame him entirely though. It was always my fucked up cousins getting him mixed up in gang bullshit. Listen...since you don't like what Monster has been putting in his head...can you make sure Monster never tries that again? I'm gonna try and get him to go to church and keep him away from the streets. Can you talk to him? Try and tell him he needs to straighten out? And please keep my cousins off his back. I...don't want him to end up like them and I don't want them retaliating against him if he tries to straighten his life."

"i can't make any promises... He stated. "But I'll try," He said promising her.

Neto

He arrived in Cypress Flats. They met up in Pavo's backyard. "A mission like this, perro? We're gonna need to be all about speed and prescision. So none of your psychotic shit today, bro. It can't be about taking motherfuckers legs off for fun. We're trying to do make these fools fall apart on an organizational level."

He got in the shaved headed gangster's face. "Are you Onda?"

"No. You know I'm not but the carnales like what they see about what I've done so far, ese."

"Until you are...you don't give me orders...no...even when you do you don't give me orders because you'll be equal to me but you will NEVER be above me."

"Perro...it's not an order it's an advisement. You're gonna do what you're gonna do but you said you wanted to put the heat from this shit on somebody else, right? You can't do that if you got disembodied gangsters laying all over."

"First off...it's Trevor Phillips. That's who we're blaming this all on. And he's...let's say 'creative' in fact the only person I know that matches him that way is me. If the FIB were to look at a bunch of bodies he was respnsible for and i was...and all they had to go on was MO...they wouldn''t know where he begins and i end."

"Yeah...but the one thing Trevor never did was put anybody in an oil drum, man..." Stated Triste. "If he had, we'd have seen it cause he fucked over a lot of the homies... and you never ate nobody, right?"

Neto eyed the muscular Chicano gangster and said, "How do you know? And if I didn't, it's never too late to start..."He said advancing towards the larger gang member who was still all the same, backing away. "Hey...I'm just saying..."

"But that brings another question. What do we need the Yakuza for? We know they'd still do business with our enemies so doesn't that make them an enemy?"

"The reason...is distribution. We can't beat Trevor in purity. I don't like it but it's true. His boy Chef is real talented. But we can beat him in distribution. Hipsters...they love micro breweries and even more they fuckin LOVE foreign beer. Yoshida's brewery brings crystal distribution to Mirror Park. We could have vatos out by the water slinging to people but why do that when we get them hooked? These fools that gentrify neighborhoods...they come in but they don't know the streets so they get a piece of crystal and they don't know what to do with it. They don't know no meth heads. They try it. Or they throw it away. But if they try it...they'll be hooked. We can always upgrade in quality down the line. Yakuza has state of the art scientists that can get us better educated about the ways to make it pure. Hillbillies like Trevor will always be one step ahead until we take him off the map for good but he'll always only be as good as his mom and pop operation takes him. He has no real ground in Los Santos."

"So then we're gonna leave dismembered cuerpos after all then...?" Asked El Pavo. "I will. If the rest of you keep it strictly about shooting it'll look like a mixed crew of personalities and anything I do personally, they'll think that Trevor did. Imagine Pearl Harbor...where the same thing happened...but it was never Japan that actually dropped the bombs. It just LOOKED that way...and they exausted each other through war. And maybe Trevor comes out on top but his resources will be drained."

"Yeah but don't we want him to lose?" Asked Chela. "Sure but he probably won't. He survived a war with Los Aztecas, he survived Marabunta hits...he survived the Lost MC, the Triads, the Ballas..." He thought to himself, And I thought Mark Roman was a hard one to kill. I got my priorities wrong fucking with a vato that's practically a baby compared to me in the drug game. I should be trying to knock the senior off the map instead. Trevor is way more of a threat here and now. What do I get even if we did take the Romans out? New Arcadia? I dont want it. And the vatos that do want it aren't strong enough to take it. New Austin could take it if they wanted but they're not willing to sacrifice the soldados that it would take. I'm not setting foot again in New Arcadia when I don't have to unless they do something else to piss me off again. But Trevor is dug in right now in Blaine County. He's closer to home.

"Let's say he wins. And think about this. America was fucked up after World War II. They won but if the Cold War that was right after had ended up being a fight like the war they just fought, the US wouldn't have stood a chance. They started to really get more powerful around the Korean War. America was strong in the 40's but they weren't unstoppable. They didn't have the IAA yet. So imagine an enemy if the US was already exausted after the fact?"

"Well I hope you're not saying if Mexico had invaded Estados Unidos after World War II we would have won?" Stated Nata. "I doubt it but we'd have probably had an easier time doing it than the Mexican American war. They were tired after World War II. And yeah it's true the Azteca Eagles were trained by them but trust me. The US and Germany both wanted to know what role we'd play. If we'd have even went against the States during the war we might have seen them get crushed."

Chela thought she understood where he was going with this. "So in this case, Trevor's the beaten down version of El Norte, right? Afte yearsof fighting Japan?"

"That' right. And you know it'll be bloodier than his bout with the Triads. For all their reputation, the Triads didn't put up anywhere near the amount of fighting I've heard of them doing in other cities. Liberty City, San Fierro, you name it. They gave up way too easily at killing Trevor especially when he took one of their head honchos out."

"That wasn't Trevor..." Stated El Pavo. "That was some mayate. That's what all the police descriptions of Wei Chang's killer said. He put his son under too. Whole family line taken off the map and the Triads still haven't killed him either."

"That was still Trevor. He just had somebody else do it to give himself deniability. Hey you know what? I need to know what that trailer trash has been up to these last couple years aside from what I already know and what's already happened. Y tu sabes? The problem is i been way too busy these last two years with other shit closer to el barrio to check out what was going on with him."

"Hey well when we're done here, maybe you should talk to somebody that's been keepin tabs on Trevor. Maybe Lester Crest? Cause word on the streets is after he dropped Ortega 2013 was a busy year for Trevor Phillips too."

"You, ,me, Dimples, Licha, Zorra, El Camello, El Pavo, Nata and Gata are all with me. We're going against the Families. Then after that, we hit the Sons Of Polynesia. Jose, you, listo, troubles, palomita, Rojita, you're going against the Da Nang Boys. Helgada, Triste, Maniaco, you're hitting the Psychos."

"Hey carnalcan I talk to you?" Asked the Navajo gang member. "What's up?" Neto asked stepping away from the group.

"Me and Licha...we..we hooked up, hermano. And she's three months pregnant. She didn't want to say anything cause she wanted to be part of this but..we've been seeing each other. I tried to get her to listen to me but...and don't tell her I told you all right?"

"All right. I'll see what I can do. You should keep her out of this if that's true."

Neto wlked up to Licha. "Ven aqui."

"Que tal?" Asked the Chicana gang member. Neto leaned in and started sniffing hard. "What...do I stink?" She asked. "It can't be. I took a shower..."

"Just hold still..." He smelled her hair, her neck, her stomach and her arms. "You're sitting this one out. You're pregnant."

"What? Last I checked you're not a doctor, ese!"

"You gonna argue with me now?"

"How...did Jose put you up to this? I told that cabron to mind his own business."

"So hes the father, huh? And I'd say that makes ithis business. Unless it's some other vato?"

"It's his..." She said softly. "Anyway, I was a father once, esa. If I can't smell a pregnant woman, I might as well admit my senses are fucked and I'd be useless to la vida loca."

"I'm not the first woman to get pregnant in this neighborhood. I won't be last either and a lot of chavalas use that as an excuse to rank out but i aint doing that. I'm Azteca por vida."

"That's fine. But you're not putting the life inside you in harms way. You want to be a rider for your neighborhood? Firme but right now the vato with seniority is telling you straight up. I may not be from Rancho like you but I have been at this shit longer and trust me. This is the best way."

She sighed. "Fine...but since Jose either asked you about it...or he didn't he had something he wanted to talk to you about. It's about that shit that Oso and you had him do in New Arcadia. It's eating him up."

Neto beckoned to Jose. "It's done. She's benched for this one. But what's this about you being fucked up over Little NA? You havent been running your mouth have you? Dry snitching might be unintentional but it can get you and everybody else caught up."

"Look...I aint no rata and I aint a punk either, homes. But I aint racist either..." Neto sighed. "No hold on, man! I still value my own ass over theirs but that's cause I'm me and that's just human nature. I'll fight whoever I have to and i admit it is kinda fucked up the way they treat La Raza so I understand why vatos like you think the way ou do but that aint me carnal I can't judge them all for what some do. That said, I'll still smoke any Baller or Family hood. Or any pusher you want done."

"If you're such a down fucker and you may not agree with the mission but still follow orders what's the problem?"

"Just...Families and Ballas have been against us all our lives so i got no problem putting those lames under, dog. It's nada to me.. I may not enjoy killing like you do but I love my neighborhood y mi cliqua so I'll do whatever for the homeboys and the carnalitas too. I just don't want to spray up innocents like that again. Shit/...you're probably gonna green light me for even saying that right? Cause Onda considers that cowardice...but i just can't shoot civilians. Not again...I'm a Catholic carnal...and I gotta make that shit up to God someday. But gunning down people just for the fuck of it even if it was to send a message...that wasn't cool of Oso. I get why he is what he is or was...before he died but I can't do that again. I did it once so I SHOULDN'T have to do it again."

Neto put an arm around him. "You know...if you told me this two years or even one year ago...ii would have killed you for it. But you're a man, carnal. You're not the first comarada that didn't have true hate in his heart like me. Remember the big homie in the pinta back in the 70's one of the original OG's who tried to get a peace treaty with the Northeners? He used to be allied with the BGA. He was willling to take them out when he had to and he did put La Raza first above all others he'd have rather had a United Raza in the pen before seeing us allied with outsiders and even then he trusted the BGA more than the AV. But he still did what he had to when the time came. Some comaradas are like me...set in our ways. Full of hate. Some like you, or him or Maniaco or Triste, it's about the hood more than hating everybody else. We can have different opinions but as long as our actions are all on the same page...no bronca."

"So...you aint gonna kill me, bro?"

"No. You remind me of Oso in a way before he went upstate. Plus you're both American Indian."

"Yeah, but I'm also Mexican."

"True but Oso was a Chicano at heart. I'll miss him. Maybe the way he was he went too far with how he went about shit, eh? Since the chinos stabbed him."

"Yeah..I would have wanted to kick it with him before he ended up like he did, man."

Jose sighed "Part of this shit is karma too. Even if I agreed with what I did in Little Arcadia...when you're bringing a kid into this world, you gotta worry about how your own choices can come back to haunt them. I don't even give a fuck if I have a son or a daughter the way some vatos do. I just want em to be healthy que no?"

"Orale. Enough talk. We got work to do. And don't worry about it. The next time it comes down to having to run some of them out of an area...I won't ask you to do it unless they're flagging or slinging. But you can't hold back on a female Baller or Family girl either. I don't wanna hear that no women and children bullshit. I mean children yeah you don't do that neither d I ust mean don't get all moralist on me the way some old school vatos did where they only killed men, ese. That's bullshit. But as far as the really dirty work, don't eve worry about it. I'll have the younger vatos do that."

As they got into a gray Burrito, Pavo told Neto, "Hermano, no deberías confiar en Triste. Ese hijo de puta es genial con los tintos. Era muy acogedor con uno de ellos cuando tenían asesoramiento grupal sobre drogas en el pinta."

(Bro, you shouldn't trust Triste. That motherfucker is cool with was real cozy with one of them when they had group drug counseling in the pinta.)

"From what I hear though, Aztecas in this neighborhood were cool with the Trannies back in the 90's. isn't that also true?"

"Some yeah but I aint from Rancho, carnal an there's no Ballas my way and as for Trannies they get no love in my neighborhood. So some fools from Jamestown used to kick it with Ball Sacks. Some still like them more than Los Familias but I say we should do away with all of that. We'd never let a carnal slide even temporarily allying with North Siders out here so why should we let them get a pass on that, eh?"

"Maybe you got a point. I'll keep an eye on Triste. I don't know him but if he is like that, I'll make sure it stops. What neighborhood of Ball Sack was the guy he's cool with come from?"

"Why does that matter?"

"I want to make sure you're not bullshitting me."

"He's from Covenant. I don't know the fools name only his face. I aint the one to ask though mayb your boy El Cucuy would know."

"He's not my boy and i aint asking him shit. If he's seen being friendly with anybody from there, he'll be dealt with but until I see it with my own eyes we need all the help we can get."

He turned to El Camello. "¿Eres bueno, ese? Has estado en silencio."

(You good, carnal? You've been silent. )

"He estado pensando en Ortega, carnal. Familia lo es todo. Nada irá bien hasta que Ortega sea vengado. Pero también tengo que pensar en mi hyna y mis cuatro bebés."

(I've been thinking about Ortega, carnal. Family is everything. Nothing will be right until Ortega is avenged. But I also have my hyna and my four baby girls to think about.)

"¿Tienes miedo, ese? No seas. Trevor Phillips está bajando. Él no vendrá a Rancho. Puede haberlo hecho en el pasado, pero eso se acabó. Él está verde. Podemos dispararle antes de que salga de ese camión."

(You scared, ese? Don't be. Trevor Phillips is going down. He aint coming to Rancho. He may have in the past but that's over. He's green lit. We can shoot him before he gets out of that truck.)

"Solo digo que me estoy haciendo mayor. Siempre seré de donde soy, pero debes disminuir la velocidad a medida que te haces mayor. Perdiste a tus seres queridos. Lo entiendo. Entonces no tienes nada que perder, excepto tal vez tu imperio. Yo, tengo familia. Si estuviera 'casado' con María, entonces eso sería lo primero. Confía en mí, me han contactado para unirme. Me alegro de no haberlo hecho."

(I'm only saying that I'm getting older. I'll always be from where I'm from but you have to slow down as you get older. You lost your loved ones. I get that. So you got nothing to lose except maybe your empire. Me, I got family. If I were 'married' to Maria, then that would come first. Trust me, I've been approached about joining. I'm glad I didn't.)

Neto chuckled at what the gangster from Guadalajara said. "¿Dijo que no a unirse a Onda? How?"

(You said no to joining Onda?)

"Cuando esto estaba sucediendo para mí, carnal, tenía que ser unánime. Hubo un voto por no. Me alegré. El único vato que dijo no era otro vato que tenía una familia e hizo lo que pudo para cuidar financieramente a sus hijos, pero había pagado un centavo en prisión y no quería verme separado de mi sangre. Le di las gracias por eso. Dijo que el hecho de que me alegraba que fuera un no era una prueba de que era correcto decir que no."

(When this was happening for me, carnal, it had to be unanimous. There was one vote for no. I was glad. The one vato that said no was another vato that had a family and he did what he could to take care of his kids financially but he'd done a dime in prison and he didn't want to see me get separated from my blood. I thanked him for that. He said that the fact that I was glad it was a no was proof it was right to say no.)

"Puede que no me quede ninguna familia, pero sé lo que es ver a las personas que mataron a su familia. Estaría encabronada si el vato que mató a mi propia carne y sangre estuviera en el mismo condado que yo. Hubo personas que mataron a mis padres y personas que mataron a Nenetl y Emiliano. Si estuvieran en el mismo condado que yo ... los querría muertos. Sé que has estado esperando tu momento. Lo que estoy diciendo es que lo atraparemos."

(I might not have any family left but I know what it's like to see the people that killed your family. I'd be pissed off if the vato that killed my own flesh and blood was in the same county as me. There were people that killed my parents and people that killed Nenetl and Emiliano. If they were in the same county as me...I'd want them dead. I know you've been biding your time. What I'm saying is, we'll get him. )

"Pero tenías una idea de dónde estaba Javier Madrazo. No intentaste matarlo. Cuando lo hiciste, fallaste. Puede que no quieras escucharlo, hermano, pero esa es la verdad. Yo, no dejaré de matar a los hombres que mataron a Ortega," Replied the Azteca OG.

(But you had an idea of where Javier Madrazo was. You didn't try and kill him. When you did, you failed. You might not want to hear it, bro but that's the truth. Me, I won't fail to kill the men who killed Ortega.)

"Sí, resulta que Martin Madrazo estuvo involucrado en esto. Él y Javier dieron la orden. En cuanto a las personas que no se vengan, ¿qué crees que comenzó a pasarle a los treinta originales en el Cartel Cero?" Neto growled in an angered tone.

(Yeah and it turns out Martin Madrazo was involved in this. He and Javier both gave the order. As for not avenging people what do you think started happening to the original thirty in the Zero Cartel?)

The shaved headed gangster with shades answered, "No es solo Trevor quien mató a mi primo. Cocinero. Algunas personas pueden mentir y decir que yo no estaba allí, pero lo estaba. Ortega tenía a Trevor en su punto de mira, pero el cocinero de la metanfetamina lo hirió primero. Ambas balas estaban en su cuerpo. ¿Qué podía hacer? También tenían lanzagranadas. Estaban destruyendo nuestros autos. A veces tienes que retirarte. Los pocos hombres que me quedaban, escapamos. Pero nunca lo olvidé."

(It's not just Trevor who killed my cousin. Chef. Some people might lie and say I wasn't there but I was. Ortega had Trevor in his sights but the meth cook wounded him of their bullets were in his could I do? They also had grenade launchers. They were destroying our cars. Sometimes you have to retreat. What few men I had left, we escaped. But I never forgot.)

"Orale. We'll take him together, compa. Pronto. Both of them. I'll maim them if that's what it takes and you can finish them off."

"Firme. Todo lo que quiero es matarlos. No necesito torturar. Ortega recibió un disparo, así que voy a dispararles. No soy un sádico."

(All I want is to kill them. I don't need to torture. Ortega was shot so I'll shoot them. I'm not a sadist. )

Neto had his Rifle readied. Pavo had an AK-74 with laser sighting. Chela had a Stryker. Nata had a G36, Gata had an AK-107, El Camello had a Spas 12, Jose had two Uzi's Zorra had a PSG-1 that she had been practicing with out in Blaine County. Neto aimed out of the van to see five Families gangsters chilling in front of a Burger Shot on the Western Highway.

Neto allowed his soldiers to hit them first. Chela fired out first her shotgun popping off loudly as she struck a Families gang member in the chest wearing a dark green Dribblers vest. He fell over, blood spurting from his mouth. "FUCKER!" She screamed. Pavo let twenty two rounds off the laser sight catching two of them. The first, he hit with six rounds in the right side of the chest and then in the back as he staggered forward trying to get away. The man was a light brown skinned African American male wearing a gray t shirt with a Feuds hat on forward and baggy blue jeans plus a blue green bandanna around his neck. The gang member fell over and four more AK slugs found their way into his back making a noisy squishy sickening splat as blood sprayed from his entry wounds.

The next Families banger tried to withdraw his Handgun, an M9 and he got off two shots without even aiming thinking he did not have time. This man had a shaved head and medium shaded ebony skin and a white t shirt and blue jeans with a gray bandanna on. He was hit by Pavo in the stomach with five rounds and three more went down to his groin and he let out a girly shriek as he fell over bleeding out. Gata rained hell at the remaining gangsters as they tried to scatter across the parking lot. One of them fell, dropping a cup full of Root Beer and fries flew everywhere as bullets riddled his bag as well as his back. Another had his brains decorated over a Cowgirl Cheeseburger a piece of brain matter mixd in with the cheese melted into an onion ring above the burger with the barbecue saw mixed in with his blood.

They sped off and Neto laughed as the patrons inside screamed scattering and ducking behind chairs and tables. "Orale! 21st and Clark. Hit it!"

Meanwhile, Listo, Jose, Troubles, Rojita and Palomita arrived at the whorehouse in Little Phnomn Penh bordering DNG and Psychos turf, this whorehouse was Yakuza owned but the muscle was Da Nang Boys. The whores were from all walks of life. "Remember what El merro merro said..." Jose said as they got out and headed in. "This has to look like a Trevor Phillips hit."

"Get off his dick, fool. After what he and that other vato that wasn't even a south sider before he hit the pen had you do you don't gotta kiss ass."

"Maybe I should tell him you're disrespecting?" Asked Jose. "Oh what you're a snitch now?" Asked Triste. "Bro, it aint snitching if it's a Pilli. Just the juras."

"Mirate, I'm not disrespecting Neto, homes but I been on this cliqua fo years ese he came in when i was inside. I grew up WANTING to be a carnal. I actually wanted to do life in prison as a carnal. I figured it was a better chance than they were ever gonna give us on the outside. But it's bullshit, man. Look I still pay my dues and I always will but I aint trying to be a carnal anymore. Too heavy a consequence. I like freedom too much. Warm pussy cold pistos."

"Yeah but you can get that in there if you know the right people."

"I'd rather fuck a homegirl not a lady hack and i sure as fuck don't want to have to pay fools just to get some pussy. Look, Neto's an outta towner, homes that's bottom line and he rose above me in this shit when he didn't even do time? I'm glad a carnal could make it but it doesn't seem fair to me. A paisa wh's originally from a different cliqua down in Mexico has more standing around here than me? If he gets to be a carnal I should too. The fact that he's not even in the pinta and he did time in an outta state prison and still got made shows I had my priorities fucked up. And so do you if you just want to be like him. Or the late Oso, man. Carve your own path."

"Perro, you're not even an Azteca. What are you talking about? You're a Vago."

"I'm still from South Central, ese. I'm not saying I don't respect outta towners but I'm not gonna stand for less respect than an outta towner when I been here from day one."

"Would both of you fools shut the fuck up, man? We got a job to do. You're supposed to be hitting the Psychos. The Dung Stains are our jale, pues!"

With that the convoy headed to go after the Psychos. Listo, Troubles, Palomita, Rojita and Lokita who had just joined them were headed in. They all put on their purchased masks. Listo had on a hockey mask, Troubles wore a skull mask, Palomita had on a ghost mask, Jose had an alien mask on. The remaining cholas had ski masks on. Listo's weaponry consisted of a AN-94 and a Glock 19. Troubles had an AK-74, Palomita had an M-16A2 with a scope, Lokita had an AK-101, Rojita had a 1226 Shotgun.

They spotted a Caucasian male with blonde hair and blue eyes looking to e of Nordic descent in a business suit on the phone. "Yeah...I'm here for my 9:00..." He said on the speaker phone. "Okay...we'll buzz you in..."

"i know how this place works. These nips don't open the door if you don't have an appointment," Listo said. "Pavo told me that much. That's why nobody has even robbed them yet."

He pointed his Assault Rifle at the businessman. "Don't even blink, gavacho...you got an appointment in there?"

"Yeah...look don't kill me man...I'm a public defender. i help people like you."

"What are you trying to say? You think we're sloppy? We got caught and we got a record? Who says this isn't our first time at it, motherfucker?!" Demanded Troubles. "Jesus Christ, I don't know?! What do you want, money? I only got like $400 on me..."

"Bitch, I make more than that in an hour. Fuck you and your money..." Jose growled. "We want inside the motherfucking massage parlor. Oh yeah...and Mr. Haas? We know where the fuck you stay it, cabron. So if you tell anybody about this..."

"The cartel will chop my balls off..."

"What?!" He hit him in the back of the head with the Uzi. "We work for Trevor Phillips, culero! Not no cartel! We're American citizens, fucker."

"What...who...? Who's Trevor Phillips?"

"You must not be a good lawyer if you don't know who the king of Blaine County is..." Stated Rojita. "I'm just saying."

"But we know where you work and where you live now. So if you try and rat us out...trust me..Trevor Phillips is worse..."

"You guys think I was born last night? Criminals aren't gonna announce their employers. You must be trying to set him up!"

Listo slammed him against the side of the building. Jose told him, "Look, if you want to keep getting your knob slobbed on by the bitches here we don't give a fuck. You wanna know why we're saying this? Cause we want your business but you need to know the fools in there don't run things anymore. Mr. Phillips is loud. He's not discreet. He'll burn your entire house down with you in it while you're taking a shit and he'd do it in broad daylight. The reason he's never been caught for any of the shit he's done is it wouldn't go well for any cops that do. Even if they did lock him up you'd still have to worry about us..."

"Look don't kill me...I got a wife and two kids all right...?"

"Dios mio...this putos scum..." Palomita said. "I say we blast him now. He's dogging his old lady. That aint right."

"Oh like you've never gotten a little strange on the side?!"

"Eww!" Said Rojita punching him. "You're 40 or some shit, man don't say getting some strange it's creepy."

"Look...you can all just kill me or trell me what you want."

"You said that you got an appointment. They don't buzz you in when you ring the buzzer unless you called ahead 48 hours in advance. Safety shit but still I'm surprised the cops didn't bust them. I'd be more shocked if there wasn't pigs in there though off duty probably getting sucked off by some Thai hooker. You're gonna do what you normally do. And if you want to survive this, find a very safe spot to duck down in."

The man did as he asked and sure enough they were buzzed in.

They burst through the front door. The woman at the front who was an Asian American pretending this place was a massage parlor was about to greet them but Listo shot her in the throat. "Jesus! You shot Suzy!" Cried the lawyer. "Shut up and get your ass on the floor. I hate attorneys. Last time I hired one of you i did seven years!"

Hearing the automatic fire, a Da Nang Boy came out, a tall lanky Asian with darker skin than all the Mexicans combined he looked Cambodian and he had a black t shirt on and baggy blue jeans. He was racking a shotgun but before he could get a shot off, Jose swept his SMG's at him catching him with sixteen rounds in the chest. "It's over, puto!" Yelled Listo as several more gang members came out. The first had an AK-47, the next had a Calico and a third had an Itacha 37. Listo sprayed twenty rounds at the man with the shotgun first, a Vietnamese gang member standing at 5'4 just on the fear that the shotgun would do more damage.

Troubles let the man with the AK have it in the face while Palomita shot the same man in the stomach all the way back to his spine. Rojita let the next gang member have it with seven rounds in the collar bone. Clients came out running as did naked and half naked call were white girls, blondes, brunettes and redheads, most of them were naked but a few dressed like maids. There was an Asian girl who had her tits out and her miniskirt up with no panties dressed like an anime schoolgirl Princess Robot Bubblegum to be exact. She also had sperm on her face. "Is that Marica Hase...? She kinda looks like her in that one..." Jose started to say. "Stupid..." Listo said. "Fuck would a pornstar be doing in a dive like this, pendejo?"

"It's not her. Marica's skinnier..." Stated the lawyer on the ground. Listo kicked him in the face. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

"Hey! I don't care what gang you're in amigo! I won't be kink shamed I love Asian chicks."

"Nobody cares!" Shouted Rojita. "Just lay there and shut up!"

There was a black woman originally from the ivory Coast who looked somewhat like the singer Ashanti somehow but was dressed as a cheerleader in a red and black cheerleader outfit, with white pom poms and for some reason, had her black lace g string which had a purple jeweled rose where the crotch was in her mouth and her bare ass cheeks hung out though her breasts were covered, and her legs were covered in massage oil and there was a Mexican girl running who was dressed as a female cop. Her breasts were out as was her stomach revealing toned abs and a long and somewhat wide oval navel. She had one handcuff on.

Palomita aimed to shoot all of them but Listo stopped her. "Uncle T wants them alive mija...we need to bring some LS feria to Blaine Condando..." He knew saying Uncle T was more convincing plus it was a way to sound discreet while at the same time, wasn't and that was fine.

"Jesus christ..." The lawyer cried out eye finding him. "This is the guy tht escaped that robbery from North Yankton!"

Palomita kicked him in the ribs. "Where the fuck did you get that phone we fuckin searched you!" She kicked him in the head. "I'm a lawyer...I got more than one phone...jesus..."

"You want it shoved up your ass?! Say one more thing!" She warned.

They grabbed a call girl of Arab descent and Listo put his weapon in her face. "Where's the casino in this shit hole? If you lie to me or act like you don't know what I'm talking about even once...I'll pt a hole in your cabeza. Entiendes?!" The Arab woman who was topless wearing nothing but a pair of green panties that she'd had slid to the side for sex her underwear moist fom it, cried, "It's downstairs!" He asked, "Where you from? Saudi Arabia?"

"No. I'm Sahrawi!"

Remembering geography and history class, Listo asked her, "Habla Espnol?"

"Si. ¡Puedo hablar árabe, francés y español con acento andaluz! ¿Por qué?"

(I can speak Arabic, French and Spanish with an Andalusian accent! Why?)

"¡Dile a tus jefes que la prostitución y el juego en esta ciudad están pasando por Trevor Phillips Industries o que no van a ir! ¡Es un nuevo día! Ya no estamos restringidos al condado de Blaine. ¡El unicornio de Vanilla fue solo el comienzo!"

(You tell your bosses that the prostitution and gambling in this city is going through Trevor Phillips Industries or they're not going at all! It's a new day! We're not restricted to Blaine County anymore. The Vanilla unicorn was just the start!)

She fled as he wanted and they burst inside to the downstairs gambling room where several Yakuza members were gambling as well as some other Japanese tourists. There was a poker game at the table and the tourists were playing the slots. Listo, Jose, Rojita, Troubles Lokita and Palomita made swiss cheese of the six Yakuza members sitting at the table. They then caused the Japanese tourists to flee. Listo called out, "TPI doesn't like your kind here! We take dollars not yen! Yakuza aint welcome in Southern San Andreas! Hawaii is as close to the mainland as you putos are getting. This is nothing personal, homie. Just orders..." With that he knee capped a few of the Japanese nationals. They cursed in Japanese as they fell bleeding. "Just be glad I didn't kill you."

With that, Palomita began firing her shotgun at every slot machine. Soon the place was on fire via electric fire. They let the lawyer outside as the south side gang members came out with the rest of the customers and call girls. Listo told him, "Give me your card..." The lawyer did. "Now...you're gonna feel like shit when you wake up but it beats being dead..." He hit him over the head with the Rifle and knocked him unconscious.

Meanwhile, Triste, Maniaco and Helgada pulled up alongside three Psychos. Triste leaned out the window with a lit Molotov. "I didn't forget about you Bi Ho's in the pinta, motherfucker! You bitches put my homeboy Johnny in intensive care!" He threw it at the trio of Tiny Psychos, the first, an Asian female of Cambodian ancestry with her jert black hair in a high tonytail wearing a silver Pounders jersey with the stomach cut into a midriff top her round navel had a gold piercing that resmbled a butterfly. She was quite pretty with large lips and dark brown skin and c cup breasts and a butt that was about 40 inches in her tight blue jeans. She was not so pretty once the flames began to eat away at her facial flesh.

Her two homeboys were no better off. The next was a Cambodian male of about 5'10 with dark brown skin and a thick head of curly black hair and he wore a white t shirt and baggy blue jeans and had a gray bandanna in his back pocket on the left side. The flames soon were eating away at his hair as well as his flesh and his scalp was soon bald as he was burned and he screamed like a wounded animal. The last of the three was half Japanese and Korean on his mother's side and Cambodian on his father's. His varying Asian ethnicities gave him more height than the average Asian American and somewhat bigger eyes which had always gotten him a lot of Asian women even ones who liked white guys or hapas another word for half breed because he had bigger eyes and he stood six feet. His hair was a crew cut and he wore a gold crucifix necklace and a tattoo that read P4L or Psycos 4 Life.

His eyelids were burned off and his big eyes were even bigger now as he screamed in a way that reminded the three cholos of men with their tongues cut out. They sped up the street spotting a gang house with at least seven Psychos. They saw their friends burning and came to help. Two came firing upon the car and one round did hit Lil Maniaco in the left arm. The rapper and Azteca gang member screamed in pain. He returned fire with a Calico M-100p out the window striking the man who had shot him six fired another nine rounds at the next Psycho who carried a 20 gauge. The gang member fell bleeding.

Triste aimed his AK-101 at the remainders picking off three of them. They drove away the two gangsters hit several more Psychos but didn't see how many died. This way it looked more like a gang hit just a random drive-by than a well thought out attack connected to other hits being done in the area.

Neto and the rest pulled up on 21st and Clark. Neto aimed his FX-05 out of the van and fired striking three Families gang members. The first was a dark skinned African American woman with dread locks in a ponytail wearing a dark green sweater with a hood on it and blue jeans. He hit her with five rounds in the abdomen. The next was a Families banger with cornrows and he had lighter skin than Neto and beady brown eyes and he wore a Magnetics jersey and black gym shorts. He was hit with seven rounds in the chest and three in the throat, the rounds tearing open his neck exposing his vocal cords to the winds. The last was a dark skinned black male standing about 6'1 220 lbs of muscle wearing a green and white plaid jacket over a black t shirt and baggy blue jeans. He was hit with five rounds in the stomach too but he had a vest.

He fell over and withdrew his own pistol, a .380 and he returned fire at the mix of Aztecas and Vagos. He let off four rounds before Chela hit him with a Stryker. She hit him in the right shoulder and the blast easily ruptured his brachial artery and his arm was barely hanging on as he went pale from the blood loss. El Pavo spotted four gang bangers sitting smoking and drinking in an abandoned sofa that was on the street. As they tried to get to their feet, he easily picked them off the laser sighting acting as a sight of death as he riddled the four with rounds, the first, an African immigrant who'd moved to Cypress Flats at the age of sixteen who was now 22. He was from Mali originally and had dark skin and stood six feet tall wearing a white t shirt and blue jeans keeping it clean and non gang related.

He took three rounds in the right side of the chest and as the rounds penetrated his chest plate, he fell back onto the sofa with five more rounds striking him in the stomach and he spilled his open beer container all over the couch and himself. The next to die was a black male of about 20 who was skinny and short about 5'6 and he had light skin and dreadlocks and wore a black t shirt and gray baggy jeans. He had a spliff in his mouth but soon it and his lips were gone as Pavo sawed him down to size and watched pieces of bloody chopped up lips and what remained of the joint get shredded by a bloody storm of rounds. The third was an older black male of maybe 30, old by gang standards. He had done eight years in prison for second degree murder having killed a Vago on he East Side of Cypress Flats. He hit him with twenty rounds riddling his stomach chest and arms as he was hit.

The fourth gang banger was a black male whose parents were from Mexico. He had never seen himself as different from his countrymen in Mexico but up here things were different. He wore a gray t shirt and baggy blue jean shorts. He was hit by three in the forehead. Nata and Gata fired striking down four female Family gang members. The first was an overweight black woman who was still wearing a midriff top not caring how she looked she had black sweat pants and a black top on. Her blonde hair had a green bandanna tying it back. Nata fired hitting her in the stomach and both breasts with fifteen rounds. The next female was thinner wearing a green basketball jersery from some out of state college.

She was darker than the last woman had cornrows and a nose ring on the left side of her nose. Nata hit her with three rounds right in the nose and she fell over blood spraying all over her homegirls as she fell. The remaining two Family hood rats fired on the cholas and Nata took a round in he right shoulder from a 9mm and another in the left elbow but it was just a graze wound. Gata struck the woman who had done this with thirtteen rounds in the chest. it was a black woman of Etritrean heritage with her hair in French braids wearing a white blouse and green jeans as strange as they looked. She fell back rattling and shaking as the rounds slammed into her and as another five hit her in face, the first in the jaw, the second in the left cheek the third in her teeth breaking all of her front teeth the fourth hitting her in the left eye leaving it dangling from a thread and the fifth hit her above the right eyebrow, she fell dead before she hit the ground and Gata yelled, "Calle dieceocho puta!"

The rounds that didnt hit her, which was another six, struck her homegirl, four in the right rib cage and two in the hip. She tried to fire the Uzi in her hand but Gata kicked her in the face and kicked the gun away and she kicked her in her bleeding ribs watching as she spewed blood as if it was vomit.

A dark blue Cavalcade rolled up the street towards them and three of the four inhabitants fired automatic weapons out the window. It forced the Aztecas and one Vago to cover. Jose sprayed his SMG's at the vehicle hitting everybody except the driver but not before taking a round in the right hip and another round grazed his left arm and leg. He fell down into cover behind a parked red Peyote.

Neto , meanwhile, had dropped five more of the Families. He spotted some of the Families that lay dead were the former rivals of the Insane Families, the 21st street Families but they'd had a truce in the city in the 90's. The weirdest thing Neto had been told by El Pavo about the Vago's green clad rivals in Cypress Flats was that not only were these two Families sets that set tripped on each other sharing a hood practically, they even favored the same color in addition to green which was gray and wore the same sports gear. It seemed the truce had held up for the most part,

He had to admit he was impressed that it had. Still, he was going to run down as many of them as he could reloaded and spotted four Families from the IF and four from 21st street firing at them from a house up the block right on the corner where the two streets of 21st and Clark met. He fired dropping three of them at once but he made his way across the street to a parked beige Bobcat. "Cúbreme!" He called out. His fellow gang members did just that firing from cover with the Families as Neto broke into the 1987 truck. He got it hotwired and backed up as the Families fired on the truck and he ducked down but used the side mirror to see where he was going as rounds went through the back window and slammed into the windshield.

He crashed into the street sign and removed it. He got out and called to Pavo and Jos, "Help me get this fucker in the back!" Pavo shook his head. "Chale homie you're crazy. I think it'll be too heavy!"

Neto fired at the sign's bolts and took the 21st and Clark sign off and he said, "You got yourself a trophy for your cliqua today, carnal..."

"As long as you don't use it to smoe somebody wey. I heard aout what you've done with people's street signs before..." Gata and Nata kept them covered. They took the signs and got to their escape vehicles though the Families were hot on their trail firing after them. Neto fired from the Burrito as Jose got in the front seat and as the last two Families bangers ran after them, both 21st street gangsters, El Camello fired his Shotgun at the first one striking him in the stomach opening a hole to reveal his bowels. He hit the second with a headshot blowing the man's head off entirely.

"Vamanos!" Screamed Jose as they took off. "Orale we're almost done, fucker! Take us over to 32nd street! We gotta hit these SOP motherfuckers!" Even though sop was generally British slang, the rivals of the Pac Islander street gang among Vagos often referred to them as such as saying they were a lop which was an insult but turned it to Sop as in Samoan lop but it also had the meaning of Sorry Oceanic Puto, or Stupid Oceanic Puto to downgrade their heritage and some people had indeed tagged that the equivilant to striking up NK in a Baller or Families nighborhood.

They drove along and saw a dark brown skinned Samoan wearing a Corkers hat and a dark blue t Shirt. They grabbed him opening the van and proceeded to bombard him with punches and kicks, He was about six feet tall and 23 years of age a big dude and hhe had eyes that almost looked Asian however size didn't help him as the five gan members beat him ruthlessly. "We want to know what houses your homies live in!" Neto growled. "Fuck you!" Screamed the Son Of Polynesia gan member. "Fuckin wetback midget!"

"At least I can see my dick and my shoes which is more than I can say for you jelly bellied Uso's."

"We got the highest rate in Football, brah! You aint shit all ya'll can play is Soccer!" Neto headbutted him and broke his nose. "Soccer IS Football, estupido and at least some of us have won olympic medals never seen a Samoan do that!. You only even kick it a small part of the time in your Footballl... we kick it most of the game and use our hands about as often as you use your feet in American Football...tu sabes I'm not gonna have this argument again."

"Where's your homeboys houses?!" Demanded Gata hitting him in the ribs. He coughed. "Bitch, you can come to MY house and take my dick down your throat, girl!" El Camello hit him in the groin with the shotgun. He cried out in agony. "This all stops when you tell s what we want to know. We'll even let you live!" Neto stated.

"No...you won't...you're finna kill me no matter what...I aint stupid..."

"Wrong on both counts. But let's assume that's true. Would you rather get a quick bullet? Or more of this...?" He grabbed his broken nose twisting it and it made a sickening popping sound and even more blood sprayed. Neto howled with laughter at his pain. "Aight, man...! The house with the green Voodoo in front, up the street, the crib with a midnight blue Sabre, the white housse with the Owasu '08 poster and a black Glendale...and the crib with the gray Rumpo out front, cuz..."

"We'll see..." They pulled up to the first house he was talking about and Neto let off a barrage off rounds as did Gata and Nata. They heard screams of pain and panic inside. A curly haired Samoan wearing a dark blue t shirt and baggy black jeans emerged from the house brandishing a Mac-10 and he had blood running down the side of his face and one round had hit him. Gata and Nata sprayed him up. The next house they did the same but five gangsters emerged hearing the shooting up the street.

Neto, Gata Nata and El Camello fired upon them. Neto hit the first Uso, a tall man of about six foot six wearing a white t shirt and green gym shorts. Gata hit a female wearing a dark green Corkers jersey tied in a knot and baggy blue jeans this woman was about 5'8. Nata hit the next, a femal who was half Fijin in the face with six rounds to her eyes and El Camello handled the rest with the Spas 12. Those that had to reload did while the rest kept shooting up house after house.

They returned fire and one round did hit the Samoan they had grabbed in the left leg. Neto took ten rounds in the chest as well as one of them fired an M4 at them. The vest luckily defended him He sprayed the last fourteen rounds and hit the guy in the knees. Neto ducked back into the van and began to make adjustments. Gata and Nata killed the occupants of the house with the Glendale too which was about three people. The last house, however, had more defense. There was six members of the SOP and theyy all fired on the van. "I got a plan!" Neto yelled. "But you gotta trust me!" He whispered to Jose and Jose told the others in Spanish what to do.

As the six Samoan gangsters fired o the van, Jose slumped against the wheel and several rounds barely missed his head. The van crashed into a parked gray oracle. The leader of the men in the house was a Samoan who was about four hundred pounds and he had an M-16. "Hey check it out, brother...make sure these Va Ho's are done!" They lay all over the place in the back. As they ran up, the Samoan they had kidnapped who now had three more rounds in his right leg cried out, "Yo man, they faking...!" El Camello snapped up with his Shotgun firing at the first Uso to come to the door then Gata and Nata fired taking out the remaining five. The fat gang member also had two people upstairs with M4's firing from the bedroom windows. Both were female gang members.

They all fired on the van. Neto finally leaned out, the Grenade Launcher finally attached. "Oye! Israel Kamakawiwo ole! Wanna see my Serpent?!" He fired at the top floor of the two story house taking out the two female Daughters Of Polynesia in a blast and the house lit up like a christmas tree at least in the front and the blast force did send the fat gangster flying back. Neto readied another round. "A whale your size I need a bigger harpoon! Don't feel too bad though! Polynesians are still thin compared to feminists!" He fired another grenade shell and blasted the obese gang member into pieces his stomach splitting apart in a blast of bowels and intestines. He could only compare it to the sight of a sloppy joe being pulled apart and exploding.

Being true to his word, as Jose took them up the street, he threw the bloodied and beaten gang member out of the moving van and he hit the ground hard breaking ribs on both sides. "He's the one that told us where you fuckers lived! If you wanna kill somebody, shoot him!" He called back as three Samoans chased the van on foot firing Handguns. Neto then yelled, "SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW! WAY UP HIGH!" He fired a barrage of rounds back at them. "SOME DAY I'LL SIT IN A STOLEN CAR SHOOT BACK WHERE THE SOPS ARE FAR BEHIIIIIIIIIIID ME!"

They got away and began to drive from the scene. "How you feel, mija?" He asked Chela. "I feel...alive. We got back at some of the punks that tried to ride on us. They think they're slick but I knew not all the Trannies that rolled on us were from South Central...hey Neto..can I ask you a favor?"

"Que?"

"Let me kill the motherfucker that killed Pajaro. It's important to me. I don't know him I don't care."

"Truth be told...I don't think you can take him. I know you can't. Pajaro couldn't and he tried. But I'll tell you what. Maybe just maybe if I'm in a good enough and generous enough mood the day I do end that cabron's life...you can help me. I just want to incipacitate and torture his sorry ass. You can finish him."

"Good...cause...it doesn't matter who he is to me...he doesn't even probably know who I am and he probably maybe didn't know about Pajaro even when they bugged the varrio they missed a few spots. I'd have never had a reason to know who he is if he hadn't killed him."

"It's funny you two argued like cats and dogs and now you miss him..." The Honduran sighed and admitted, "It was just for show..." She then added, "It makes the best kind of sex. To just be pissed as fuck at each other. He may have talked shit about me too calling me a gord but...that flaco loved my chubby body naked."

"Hey...couldn't call yourself a real Salvadoran, Mexican or Honduran hombre if you didn't like a bigger woman, eh..."

Paul

He had been of his foot for two weeks except to use the bathroom and shower and change clothes and he was sick of it. On one hand, it did give him more time to talk to each Warrior one on one more but at the same time, it depressed him because he knew he would never have another conversation with Danny again. Not in this life, anyway.

Now, Dawn sat near him. She was deep in thought. "So...I've been thinking about what Aila asked you...and i know where you stand on it. I don't know what to think."

He asked her, "Will you marry me...?" She laughed and said. "Are you serious? I don't think that question should be thrown around so loosely."

"I'm not..." He said in an offended tone. "I'm asking you. She asked me...I said yes if you agree to it and I'm asking you."

"Paul...we've onl been together once..."

"So...? You still have feelings for me right? And I do for you. A lot of Christians used to not have sex at all till marriage. This is a lot more sane than that."

"Let's say I say yes..." Dawn said. "It's illegal in Canada. How can we?"

"It is considered ilegal both bigamy and polygamy is but nobody has been successfully prosecuted for it in over 60 years. In the Wentario Family Law, they allow Muslims who were married abroad to have more than one wife."

"You're not Muslim though..." She said with a smile showing her teeth. "No, but it's bullshit. I swear these refugees get better houing and more rights than First Nations, you know? They get to have polygamy since it's part of their religion but they just put their arbitrary laws on us and assume that's okay? I mean refugees out here get good houses while rez dogs get to live in a shack. I fuckin hate them, Dawn. When did Native people become the turtle holding the world on it's back?"

She chuckled. "Some would argue they're holding us up not teh other way around since many of us are so poor."

"Don't we? You don't see us getting any of Her Majesty's fucking treasury. There's not millios of us living in England. And what about Africa? They get to live in Canada and the US and become millionaires and do it by distancing themselves from their ancestors since their lineage is broken while Africans are unbroken and yet even African tribesmen come here. Do we get a share of any of the mineral resources? I'm not talking about our government I mean us personally since this is our land. Do we get ivory, any of the shit colonizers get? Where's our share of Saudi Oil? Where's our bailout? Where's our share of Japanese electronics?"

"You know by asking for those things it's only stereotyping that we want handouts, right?" She asked. "No, I'm not. I'm sayin if they get a whole continent to themselves AND ours we should get something from theirs and ours. We only get scraps of land on our own homeland while they get to literally have their cake and eat it too. Anyway...as far as the illegal side...I'm willing to take that chance. It should be legal anyway but you know what? I get their concerns about pedophilia and minors and cults. That should still be illegal. What's wro wrong with just having a logical age limit that applies the same to polygamous as monogamous. Legalizing it wouldn't cause more of those problems going on. Marrying a minor would still be illegal."

"What can I say we're still stuck in Christian morals I guess..." She said. "If that were true then gay marriage wouldn't be legal. They can't keep having double standards like this..."

"Actually, double standards is the one thing people can and always will..."

Paul growled, "Well then they should be fucking shot in the head if they're that hypocritical!" He made her jump a bit at his raise in tone. "Sorry...I'm just tired of being cooped up like this...I do love you and Aila...my heart has the same space for both of yo. Maybe a lot of men can't love different women equally."

"Well..we've only had sex once...that's not exactly equal..." He sighed. "I know...i just know you were dealing with your own stuff with your past and all...and maybe it was that me and her are the same tibe but she's also Miqmaq too and inter tribal marriages would benefit our people more."

She leaned in and kissed him. "I'll marry you...but I agree waiting till marriage is stupid. If you fuck me the amount of times you've fucked Aila and don't fuck her again until we're even...I'll marry you..." She said with a dirty smile. "Deal..." He said.

Ivan

He got a call from Sugar. "Imani, what's up, baby? I can't talk right now but I'll be there soon. You should come by the new place though in an hour if you can."

"You stupid motherfuckers! We got people up in Vinewood Boulevard too! We got niggas around the way that moved out here! You think you can just snatch me in broad day light like this?"

"Sugar, who are you talking to?!"

"Listen, bitch, the only reason you're not gagged up and tied in the back is we didn't have time to. But make no mistake if you annoy me, I will knock you the fuck out."

"Whatchu gonna do if the one time pulls you over? You gonna explain why you're a bunch of dudes with swastikas and a black girl with you?"

"If you mouth one word of this to the cops, all that'll happen is they'll be dead and so will you. Matter of fact, I'll cut a pig's dick off and shove it down your throat just to shut you up."

"What do you want with me?!"

"You know what this is about...what you and your people did to our brothers. You really fucking thought we wouldn't be answering back? You think just cause this is the streets and not the slammers we won't fuck you up? And I KNOW you've been to prison. You've probably seen our sisters in there too. AV sisters don't take any shit from you either."

"Yeah, them bald head bitches with the lightning bolts. Yeah I know them."

"Excuse me Shaniqua. They got bald heads cause they shaved them. You're naturally bald. And don't pretend like those bald headed bitches inside don't have tear drop tattoos. Not that you can see tattoos that well on their skin..." He said earning a chuckle.

"What do you expect? You kill our brothers behind bars. Its bad enough when a fool catches a case from the system. Then they gotta go home early in a box cause one of you assholes wanted to prove yourself?"

He muted the other phone.

Ivan got out a burner cell phone and dialed Lester. He luckily kept three spares at all times. "Lester, I need a quick favor, man! I'll pay you whatever you want. I'll even spring for a nice Russian hoker with big tits to make you feel whole again. But some guys snatchd my girlfriend, Sugar. She's calling me on her cell phone I don't know how they didn't find it! She's got me on speaker phone. She said they're in Vinewood. I need you help!"

"All right...I'm gonna use the trackify app to locate her. I'm shocked you don't have it on your phone. Your girlfriend is in a street gang and ou're ex KGB. The potential for either one of you to get snatched is high."

"I fucking do, man but i can't run the app while I got her on the phone. And I'm not going to hang up on her either."

"Don't you have other cell phones?"

"Yes back at the apartment but on me right now I have my regular cell phone and my burners that don't have anyhing fancy like Trackify. Can you help me or not?"

"All right...you can stay on the line with her but if I locte her and you're close I' gonna need you to hang up on her."

"You know what? Spare me the speech, Sugar Pussy. You ever been to the state of New Austin? i did some time with some AVT brothers that did time before this time with me and they told me there was a gang out there called the Mali Warriors. Their whole prison identity was based on attacking whitey. Whether affiliated with us or not. So don't give me your speech about tolerance. We're not any more guilty of racism than the Families or Ballas are towards whites!"

"You just said they were a gang i never heard of. What's that got to do with me?!"

"The Mali Warriors still have 900 members and they allied with the Ballas."

"Man, fuck you! You ole little dicked Vanguard bitch!"

"Now you ought to know better than that about us Woods! I heard you got yourself a man hung like Liam Neeson. Russian boy."

"Yeah but he aint racist! That's the difference! He fills me all up...and me and a Russian girl share him!" She was lying about that part. "After he's done piping me...without a condom...he sticks it in her tight pink snatch! Getting my juices all up in her..."

He heard the sound of a blow to her face and he cried out in pain. Ivan finally found her. He spotted the vehicle and he went for his Makarov putting it in cruise control. He then proceeded to shoot out the left front tire. The AV vehicle swerved and crashed into a parked white Feltzer. He fired striking the driver and before any of the AV members knew what hit them, Ivan took them all out with well aimed head shots. He got Sugar out of the vehicle. "I've got you..."

"Ivan!" She hugged him, in tears. "I was afraid you wouldn't get what i was trying to say!"

"I'm ex KGB. I always will. These motherfuckers are going to pay. You're my girl..." They got into his ride and took off. "Trust me, Imani...I'm going to bring the full wrath of the Bravta down on these shit heads!"

"Well wait...maybe...maybe we should see if we can get ya'll to work with us and the Families...we already got problems with them...it's my fault... we attacked them. I didn't want to get you mixed up in this..."

"I'm a former Soviet, Suge. Nobody is beter at killing Nazis than us. It's their own fault."

As they drove back to the apartment he took her inside nd got her cleaned up, the blood from her face. She then rested against his chest on the couch. "Ivan...what was it like? Your parents being in the KGB?"

He sighed before telling her.

Nicaragua

1981

Mischa and Nadezhda had made it to just outside the training grounds in the woods. They had a Caucasian male named Terrance Woods who had shaggy brown hair a handle bar mustache and a scruffy brown beard and gray eyes. He wore a brown sweater under a beige jacket and blue jeans. They were there to get evidence of what the IAA was up to.

They had held the man at gunpoint. Nadezhda demanded, "What truck do you drive?"

"Number 9. You can take my keys..." Mischa agreed. "It's the only way we're getting into that camp."

"We need to deal with him..." Said the female KGB agent. "We'll tie him up and gag him," Stated Mischa. "What if he gets loose?"

"He won't."

"What if a hiker comes by?"

"Nobody hikes up this trail," Replied Mischa. Soon, Mischa was driving a Septic Truck Mule to the security checkpoint at the gate. The security guard, a while male in his llate 30's wearing a black jacket with the word security in bold white letters on the back shined a flashlight. "Shining city..." Said Mischa and the man checked his ID. In the ID, he had a blonde wig on. "All right, Tom. Step outta the truck for me, please?"

"Sure..."

"Open up the back for me, please..."

"Yeah..."

He did and the man brought his dog inside. The dog, a German Shepard, whimpered at the smell. "Jesus..." The guard said. "That smell is worse than the shit its trying to cover up..." He said getting out. "You have a good night..." He said with disgust.

"You too."

As he drove through the camp, the sound of automatic rounds going off as well as the flares going up through the training camp filled the night lighting up the woods. Chatter in English and Spanish could be heard as he drove through. Several Nicaraguan soldiers looked at him as he drove by but didn't give him another glance and they continued their business.

"We're SEALS. We're supposed to know how to use a firearm," Said one male voice. Another said, "If you had taught him to load that thing, there wouldn't have been an accidental discharge. That guy nearly blew my foot off."

"It's like my 12 year old sister handling a gun. Actually, my sister can handle a gun better than these Contras...we'd all be dead..." Their voices trailed off and Mischa opened up the back and his wife got out. "Five minutes..." He warned.

The Navy Seal Instructor called out, "Shooters! You're gonna get a magazine of five rounds and a magazine of twenty rounds!"

The Central American translator relayed that to the Contras. "¡Tiradores! ¡Obtendrás una revista de cinco rondas y una revista de veinte rondas!"

"All shooters on the firing lines! Shooters, make ready!"

"¡Todos los tiradores en las líneas de fuego! Tiradores, ¡prepárense!" Called the Contra translator. The Contras fired at their targets. "Shooters! As you were with twenty rounds, and a thirty round magazine!" Called out the Seal instructor. Mischa took cover behind a tree and with his camera, took several snapshots of this. Evidence of American interference in a Central American civil war.

Inside the cabin that the two talking Seals had come from, two Contras went inside. "¿Cuándo nos movemos a Masaya?" Asked a Contra who was of Mestizo ancestry who stood about 5'6 and had dark brown skin and squinty eyes. With him was a soldier of Spaish descent with black stubble and a mustache for facial hair making him look like a shorter haired version of Che despite being anti Communist.

(When do we move on to Masaya?)

"No lo sé. Espero que pronto..." Replied Che's doppleganger.

(I don't know. Hopefully soon)

Just then, the Russian female agent emerged from the darkness a silent gunshot popping out striking the first man in the heart killing him almost instantly. The next round hit Che in the throat silencing him.

Just then, one of the soldiers, the young man who had been talking about his twelve year old sister. "Hey, what are you doing out here?" He asked Mischa. "Oh, I'm with septic. Just doing some septic work."

"Out here?"

"Yeah.." He said. The young man of maybe 22 or so saw what was in his hand. "Hey he's got a camera...!" He tried to tell but Mischa got him in a choke hold and wrestled him to the ground putting a hand over his mouth. The two Caucasians fell to the ground and Mischa warned him, "Quiet..." He then took his hand from his mouth or atleast stared to but the youth tried to yell again. He put his hand back over his mouth and he withdrew a pocket knife slitting the Seal's throat.

Another Seal, the one who had been talking to the younger Seal, walked out. "Is somebody out there?" He called. His name was Russ Windham, age thirty five, a Vietnam veteran. He had only a moment to see Mischa and the dead Seal laying on the ground and before his eyes could process what he was seeing, his supressed Makarov was already aimed at him and he pulled the trigger striking the man twice in the chest. He went down with a grunt of pain but Mischa stood over him with the pistol to be sure and put a final round in his right temple.

They made their escape and had left the man they had tied up to die of exposure.

March 1, 2015

New Arcadia

Mark, Lee, Link, Jimmy, Robbie, Manfred and even Task were out to eat. Even a certain familiar African American priest was there. Mark and he had been working on building more community centers in the neighborhood. In fact the Christian leader had raised almost a million dollars for at risk youth in Vice City and since it had started to work well over the last few days, Mark had talked about the possibility of doing the same thing in New Arcadia. They had in fact raised 10 grand to build a children's center, they just needed to wait until the bank opened the next day.

They had invited the Lakota gun dealer along they'd already broke bread money wise so there was no reason to not dine together. "You must want to order buffalo, right?" Joked Lee. "Fuck that..." Task said with a chuckle. "I want a cheeseburger and fries. And an E ola."

"You sure you can handle that?" Asked Mark referring to his diabeties. Task nodded. "I'll take insulin it's just for today. I've been a good boy."

"You sure you don't mind him eating your God?" Lee asked Manfred jokingly.

The waitress came a white lady in a white blouse. "Don't you have a TV show or something?" Mark chuckled. "No, I'm just on the TV sometimes..." He remembered the publicity that had come with the openin of the club. "Every chance he gets," Lee cracked and Mark flung a napkin at him.

"I knew it! You're like the mayor or city council or something!" She was clearly not a very bright waitress but she was at least nice.

Mark and the other men laughed. He turned to the elderly priest, "We should hire her, father she's got bigger plan for me than you do..." Earning more laughter from the BSU members. She accidentally spilled water on Mark and she went to get a cloh, "I'm sorry..." She apologized sheepishly. "It's all right..." He said. "I think I'll pass on that..." Joked the elderly father and this earned more chuckles from the dinner guests and the waitress.

Unbeknowst to them on the other side of thee wall in the resteraunt, Miguel was nearby with a listening device and recording. "Now I'm an up and coming businessman so you have to follow my orders..." Mark said flirting with him. "You got it, hon! So you up for the house special?"]]

"Well what is it?" Mark asked. "I'll surprise you," She said. "I'll bet you will..." Mark said with a grin and this got more laughter. Miguel too was smiling on the other side of the wall and he left the place. He rewound it, "You got it, hon!"

March 2

Miguel, Lady Casper and Tortura were getting ready for the big payback. it had been silent for two weeks but now was the time to strike back. They were headed to North Sunbelt. With them was Alberto "Cuete" Suarez, the son of one of the founding New Austin Onda members, Hernando "T Cell" Suarez. His father was from St Anthony originally and had been imprisoned as a young adult in the early 1980's. He and several other inmates founded the Mexikanemi.

His father had been promiscous and he had many sons in different cities but made sure all were taken care of. One of the was Cuete, born to a Chicana from Sunbelt. He saw his father usually every two week growing up and he had been raised in South West Sunbelt and had grown up in the gang that was rival to not only Miguel's hood but also Marabunta and the South West Pachucos. They had killed each other since the 80's on the streets but in the joint they were both south siders. They had to deal with the Rifas.

Miguel had an AR-15 and a Handgun to go with it for a sidearm. La Tortura carried a PKM. Lady Casper had with her, an M79. She just wanted to fuck their neighborhood up after the injury she had sustained.

Cuete was a light brown skinned Chicano standing 5'9 with a slender but athletic build. He was fresh out of the joint having done six years for his neighborhood. He had in his cherry red Savannah, two female gang members and another male. In addition to himself, he was bringing six Vagos in a Burrito, two in a brown Tornado, two in a gray Glendale, and two in a dark blue Stallion. In addition to this, there were the six remainders aside from the Confetti clique besides Lady Casper and La Tortura. But from the Dukes clique, of which there was still 150 members, there was ten of them coming.

T Cell was a Mexican national but had lived in the US since the 1980's. He had light brown skin as well. He had a shaved head but his head was rounder than his sons but like his son he had a handle bar mustache. He had lighter skin from Spanish mixture but Indian features. As did his son who despite being light was still darker than his father due to his much browner mom. His father carrid two old school Ingram's.

In addition to this, El Mago of Marabunta was there and he had with him, twelve gang members six males and six females. They also had five Aztecas from the old neighborhood. The first was a vato named Carlos Alvarez. He had gone to High School with Miguel and he was two years younger than Miguel who was about to be 20. He had dark skin and had a crew cut and wore a dark blue Swingers jersey. He stood 5'8 and wore blue baggy pants on top of that.

He carried a Mossberg 500. His family was from the east coast of Mexico and he had some African blood in him, about a quarter and while his features were still largely Meso American, he had curl hair and some of his fellow Aztecas teased him about it. He didn't hate that part of him but he had shaved his curly hair to get made fun of less. He just hated it when his homeboys called him El Chanate. He preferred his other nickname that was also called by other barrio soldiers which was Sharp.

Next was Natalie Galindez, a half Mexican half white female o about 5'5 who had light brown skin that was almost medium and was o in the summer she had coconut brown hair down to her shoulders an was rather thick with large breast and a larger butt. Her eyes were large and brown like a deer. The thing that tripped him out about her was she was vegetarian some had thought she even was vegan yet she was thick.

There was something about her thhat reminded him of Jessica Alba, perhaps her smile. But she was far curvier and darker. She had been a cheerleader her last two years in High School as well. She had an M4A1.

She was a year younger than Miguel. He'd fucked her back in High School a few times. He'd also beat up a white guy that she had been dating at the time who had gotten jealous of Miguel before he'd even made a move on her. Next was Esteban "EC" Castro. He had been a senior when Miguel was a freshmen. He was six feet tall, and had been a football player, a linebacker and he had dark brown skin with a buzz cut and he wore a white t shirt and brown khaki pants and he had a turquoise bandanna around his neck. He carried a UMP.

Next was an Azteca named Hector Delgada an overweight maleof about 5'10 with medium brown skin and thick black stubble. He too wore a white t shirt that hided some of his fat but not all of it. He wore a black cap on backwardds and shades and wore gray jeans and he carried an AK-47. He was in his mid twenties and Miguel had seen him as more of an older brother in 2013 than his own actual brothers based on the fact that they were legit while Hector was in the gang. Now that Miguel had seniority over him despite his age he tried to still show him as much respect as he could and not make it seem like he was imposing his will over him but on the other hand, in the corprate world, like the gang world, often times people that were older had to listen to younger leaders.

The truth was, while he was street smart from a survival point of view, Hector was not book smart and while he could shoot and defend the barrio or invade another gang's turf an do hits, he was no strategist. But he could follow a plan. The truth was hector admitted that while he did like to give orders to his little homies regarding slinging and avoiding the cops and dealing with enemies, he was mostly about small time business. He considered being an OG to be too much of a headache.

Last was Bouncer. He was half Mexican half Ecuadoran, dark skinned and had the letters VLA tatted on the front of his neck and 18 on the back of it. He had straight jet black hair that was gelled was ex military and a current bouncer in a night club. At twenty six years old he had done four years inside but nothing too major. He had also joined the Coast Guard at 18. He had an M16-A2. The Rifas were chilling out front smoking weed listening to You Know My Name by South Park Mexican. T Cell shook his head as they parked on side streets. "These putos listen to a child molestor...lame ass ratas..."

Miguel instructed, "Remember, we aint burning this varrio down. That's not what we're here for. We're gonna play it smarter than these chavalas. They had the chance to take Confetti and replace it with their people and they didn't. The art of war. It's better to take a state intact. The same thing is true here. When I was in Juvie that was what I read. So the Rifas may have taken the more ruthless plan but we're taking the smarter one."

"This doesn't sound like you..." Stated La Tortura. "It sounds like Ernesto. No offense..."

Miguel sighed. "It is..." He whispered. "But that was when he still had his cojones. Now, he's just say let's just wait...well fuck that. Maybe I am taking something from his playbook but if I'm gonna run this city some day I have to do it right. Nobody who's not affiliated gets hurt. Not one. No civilian's houses get hit. You're right this isn't like me but I am my father's son or at least who he used to be. He changed...he got softer. I gotta get smarter but still keep mi juevos. Now let's rock, compas."

They pulled up getting out. A Mexican American with medium brown skin but blue eyes indicating mixed ancestry wearing a black t shirt under a gray hoodie and baggy blue jeans, of about thirty nine years old stood out there. The next was a Mexican American with brownish bronze skin more of a beige color and he had a shaved head and wore a white wife beater and baggy blue jeans. He was thirty four years old. "I'm telling you, nigga...i aint even playing I want my money, man. That's real..."

"You know what I fuckin hate about this city, homes? How much Raza act like cuervos out here..." Growled T Cell under his breath. "Hey we don't all do that...but you know how these faggots are they say it's a southern thing. Imagine that shit...a buster talking bout being from the south."

"Still, homes. No disrespect to you and your familia cause this used to be a good city with good gente back in the 80's and 90's but Raza here man...fuck...just like Blackwater. i imagine in Los Santos that's how vatos look at Northern San Andreans too."

"Bro, don't you got Aids? That makes you the same as them..." Miguel said getting a bit defensive about his city. "You're right I do. And i've used it on enemigos. I love infecting Busters too. If they want to be African so bad...give em an African virus."

'Bro, you didn't get that shit from bush meat. Or even fucking. You got it from chiva."

"Yeah well...a lo of inmates do that shit. I just wasn't lucky. But still. I prefer St. Anthony and El Camino. This place...it's not a place I like. Not anymore. If it wasn't for my son and his jefita I wouldn't come out here. All my turf is on the West Side of St Anthony."

Miguel, having had a basketball player as a step dad from St. Anthony, was pissed at this. "Look, you don't come to my city and disrespect us and I won't disrespect you and yours. You and mi jefito go way back. My abuelo started this shit with you so I know you're OG but you don't think I get tired of this shit? These jotos and their southern swag bulllshit? I've never put jewelry in my mouth. Cause as much as I hate San Andreas for all the fags out there, you're right, wey! There's a lot of mayateros here! We're trying to clean them out."

"Hey what the fuck's going on over there?!" Demanded Dash the older OG from the Ballad Street Chicos. "You fuckin hypes better not be back there fuckin again!"

The two Rifa hoods were next to each other. The hood that the other Rifa OG with the wife beater hailed from was a hood known as the Huelga Bird Jokers. This was the clique that The Animal was from.

Miguel popped out with the AR-15 firing at him but he was already suspecting something was up and ran for cover behind a dark red Voodoo. "Fuck! Scrapas aqui! Vamanos!" Miguel settled for a 20 year old BG near him with his hair in a Mongolian tail and he fired striking the man with eleven rounds in the sternum. T Cell let his Mac-10's rattle off into the night air and a burst of twenty rounds struck down three Rifas. The first was a female drinking a Cerveza Barracho in a bright aqua colored midriff top with a maroon bandanna around her neck. She had light brown almost chalky pale brown skin and reddish eye shadow and a pair of gray jeans with a red thong exposed. She took three rounds in her right breast and one in the jaw.

The next to go down was an obese Rifa by about 200 lbs standing at 5'11 wearing a black t shirt and a bright teal bandanna and black jeans. He had a shaved head and the top of it came off as five rounds struck him and another two went into his fat gut and cellulite fell from his open wounds as he hit the ground.

The third was a short and slim Rifa of about 19 wearing a 69ers jersey and baggy blue jeans and red and white Eris sneakers. He took six rounds in the chest. Cuete aimed for two Rifas taking cover behind a beat up black Picador as they tried to fire their Handguns from cover. Four rounds struck a Salvadoran American Rifa in the right arm ripping down to the bone and a fifth struck him right in his right nipple. He screamed crying out for his mother in Spanish as he fell over and Cuete fired striking his homegirl, an overweight Mexican American with her black hair high up and full of hair spray, penciled eyebrows and a nose ring on the left side. He hit her with three in the stomach.

Bouncer let off a three round burst catching a Rifa in the left eyeball and the rounds exploded from the back of his skull. "RK, pinche farmeros! Go the fuck back to Blackwater!" He let off a three round burst four times with careful aim. He struck a Rifa female, a chola with a red and black plaid miniskirt and a red bikini top on in the chest and sides. "Fuck you, pinche V Holes!" Screamed a Rifa as he readied a Remington 870 firing back and struck one of the SW Pachucos in the stomach. "We're smashing all you lame asses! Confetti cliqua is dead!"

The SW Pachuco fell over, not doing well as he bled in the streets and the blast had torn his waist up. Carlos fired his own shotgun striking the Rifa in the right side of the ribcage blasting a chunk of his arm off with it and the gang banger fell bleeding to death but Carlos fired again taking his face off with it. He then readied for another shot aiming at a young Rifa of about 20 running across the parking lot with an Uzi firing striking down one member of LC. EC fired and hit a chola, a heavy set woman, Mexican American, with typical chola eyebrows, tattoos all over her chest with medium length black wavy hair known as Jessie Luna. He hit her with fourteen rounds in the stomach.

She fell over bleeding and he laughed at her pain feeling no empathy for her. Miguel fired another thirty rounds dropping 5 Rifas. "You didn't think your night would end up like this huh, bitch?!" He spotted a male and female Rifa trying to put their kids in a car. Miguel reloaded. He sprayed ten rounds at the mother. She fell over her blood staining the driver window. The father, an overweight bald guy in a red t shirt and baggy black jeans with an aqua blue hat on tried to return fire to protect his children. He fired back with three rounds but Miguel let him have twenty rounds.

They bled out. He took the red bandanna from his mother and dipped it in the blood of both parents. The two kids, a boy of about six and a girl of about five screamed in terror and he rubbed their blood on the faces. T Cell ran over to Miguel. "Chale homes! No ninos!"

(Hell no, bro. No children!)

Miguel had no plan to kill them. "¡Recuerda esto! ¡Tus padres murieron por esta mierda! ¡Alguna vez los atrapo a cualquiera de ustedes con una puntada roja, se reunirán con ellos!"

(Remember this! Your parents died for this shit! I ever catch either of you wearing a stitch of red you'll get reunited with them!)

T Cell , normally a man who was known for ruthlessness had a soft spot for children. "What are you trying to prove, cabroncito?"

"Vatos pick up guns at a younger and younger age. I'm just making sure they never pick up the wrong flag with it. They're growing up around here...they have no future anyway."

A female from Los Chinones, a Chingona, was the next to take rounds from the Rifas opposition. She wore a yellow and white flannel plaid jacket over a black tube top and wore a brown bandanna. She went down from two slugs from an M3. She fell over on her side coughing blood as the second slug penetrated her left lung. La Tortura avenged her death letting off a fifteen round burst at the male Rifa who had done this, a Chicano in a red and black flannel jacket and white khakis. His intestines hung from the entrance wounds.

Carlos, Natalie, Hector, EC and Bouncer all fired at the Rifas trying to box them in. Between the five of them, they dropped ten more Rifas. Carlos, however, was caught by five rounds from a shooter on the second floor balcony. It hit him in the ribs just under his right breast. His teeth were bloody as he coughed up blood holding onto his wounds with one hand and holding his shotgun with the other. Another two rounds punctured the left side of his neck and he was down for good as blood sprayed from his throat. Hector yelled, "You fucked up now!" He fired up striking the gang member in both knees. He struck him in the groin and the waist with twenty four more rounds. Before he had a second to even ponder his vengeance, he was struck in the stomach and he fell over. A round fired from the window of an apartment. Miguel was forced to cover as the gangster took a shot at him next.

Bouncer retreated too but he was struck by a Rifa firing an Uzi in the right shoulder and it exited the front of him. "We're clearing every one of these bitches outta here!" Screamed Miguel as he fired blindly from cover up at the window where the Sniper was, Miguel having ducked behind a black '67 Tornado. Miguel ducked to reload even as glass shards rained down on the back of his head he kept his eyes down and closed while it did.

Bouncer had managed to drop nine Rifas so far but he was injured badly. He tried to run to cover but another Rifa on the third floor was firing an M4 Carbine and he struck the cholo with nine rounds in the back. Miguel's Rifle was struck with six rounds and destroyed. He went for his Handgun. A Ruger MP9 and he started blasting from cover as the rounds hit the car he was ducked behind flattening the tire. "THIS SHIT CONTINUES UNTIL WE FIND THE ANIMAL, PUTOS!" Screamed Lady Casper and fired the M79 at three Rifa cars as they tried to roll up, the first a dark red Stallion, the second a teal Hermes, the third a Voodoo the color of a Robins egg. She fired again. She fired and ejected shell after shell as the cars lit up roasting the rivals inside them.

"THIS IS FOR EVERYBODY YOU CHAVALAS TOOK FROM US!" She fired again as two Ballers, one a dark red the other a black one were caught between the blast as she intended. Two wounded Rifas scattered having been battered with rounds by Marabunta yelled, "The South Siders are trying to burn our varrio down, ese! We didn't even do that shit in Confetti!" Lil Mago appeared behind them an evil smile on the tattooed faced gangster. "Chavalas..." He said in a sing song voice before he swung his machete at both of them. The first, he sliced in the front of his face cutting his head off at the half way point. The second he cut the scalp off and as the man's brain was exposed to the night air, he stabbed him in the stomach with the machete.

He had lost four soldiers himself so far in the gunfight, two cholos and two cholas. Miguel was hit by ten rounds in the back as he ran from cover a Mac-11 hit him but luckily he had his vest on. "You fucked up!" He screamed. He rolled over as the next twenty two rounds came at him and the rounds hit the ground next to him. He fired the Handgun nine times striking the Rifa who had shot him but he hadn't seen how many times he hit him. Lady Casper fire up at the room where the Sniper was. The blast was deafening. Miguel stopped her finally. "We're not here to destroy this varrio! We take it intact! That fucker was picking carnales off but that's enough!"

The sniper jumped out of the back window his face burned from the fire and the blast. He hit the ground hard. It was only the left side of his face that was burned and his left arm plus some shrapnel hit him in the hip but he was hurt and the fall didn't help. "That's the motherfucker that killed Mountain!" Screamed Lady Casper running forward kicking him in the face. He spit blood. "You better kill me now little girl..." The NS OG stated. "We both know you couldn't take me at my best..."

Miguel told him, "She's the reason you're not at your best anymore...I could burn this shit hole hood of yours down the way you did to my friends...but I'm smarter than you. It's not only smarter for us to take your varrio from you...it's bigger disrespect to you."

Miguel called to the Marabunta shotcaller, "Oye, Mago! I need to borrow your blade. Just for a little bit. You'll get it back. It might be bloodier but it'll stil be sharp. You have mi palabra."

He handed it over. "YOU FUCKIN BITCH!" Screamed the ex con. "You know you could never take me in a million years!" He handed the blade to La Tortura. "I'll let you both have dibs on this Rifa puto...if you do him the way I say to do him...we're not burning this barrio down...but we still gotta leave a message...one that stands out to Cheetah and Felon and the rest of them since we couldn't find them tonight."

Before long, when they were done, what remained of The Animal was just the pieces of him. They had found a nail gun in a shed and Miguel had cut him into 13 pieces including his dick. They had written Confetti Ave 13. They had pieces of his torso, his arms and legs his penis and his head. They'd also used his testicles to smear blood on a wall mural of Cesar Chavez and his United Farm Workers and it wrote 14 K in blood for 14 killer.

"Fuckin Nuestra Syndicato puto..." Growled Miguel.

New Arcadia

March 3

Manfred was keeping a watch over Mark and the crew as the south side convoys were on their way. "Brother, you got us covered?"

"Always. They're coming up Olympic Avenue. I'm going to hit them at their front and their rear and you guys can pick off the middle with ease..."

Just then, the door crashed open and five muscular Caucasian men burst through and before Manfred could go for his gun, Dallas was on him and he put a hunting knife through his palm. The Indian screamed in agony and the Aryan Vanguard leader grinned. The other four men proceeded to beat the man with punches and kicks bombarding him before he could even try and defend himself. One of the AV members took control and sneered. "I handled one of these back in Fallujah. Took down twenty five camel jockets in one go. There was a whole mosque full of the fuckers."

"I'm Indian!" Cried Manfred through gritted teeth. "Yeah...a country with 172 million Muslims. You're still a refugee piece of shit. And guess what? You're about to fuck your own friends over. You got two drones to use at this time...we've been watching you for weeks. See you stick out like a brown sore thumb but guys like us? We're just good ole boys. Sons of the south."

He sent the drones towards the BSU convoy where Mark, Jimmy, Thire, Tup, Kitchen, Lee, and Robbie rolled down the street. It went up kicking up a blast taking down three car loads of BSU in a blast and they went up in flames and the Rebel Jimmy was driving with the familiar BSU crew was thown from the road.

"Let's see...where should I take this baby next..." Chuckled the skinhead. They proceeded to beat the living hell out of Manfred. Dallas promised him, "Boy...after what Roman pulled with us...and all our years of history together...your pain is just starting. You thought the Mexicans were trouble? No sir...we're gonna make you wish you never been born."

He grabbed him after he was knocked out and they tied and gagged him. "Billy Joe, you good here brother?"

"Oh I'm good..." Stated the AV gang member. "I hate these New Arcadian faggots and i thought of the perfect place for our next place to go."

9 Hours Later

Dallas stood over Manfred cutting him loose taking his gag off and untying him. "You ever been cow tipping?"

"What...? That game when you tip cows over? No...I'm not inbred. If you're gonna kill me get it over with but Mark will make all of you pay..." Dallas held up a hand. "What I'm hearing is a lot of this..." He said making his hand impersonating a talking mouth. "What I want to hear is more of this..." He balled his hand into a fist and punched him as hard as he could in the stomach. Manfred doubled over gasping for air. "That's it...lt it out...you aint so tough without a computer are ya?"

He then said, "You know I know you're a Hindu...and there is one major difference between a Hindu and a Muslim. They can't eat pork. You can't eat beef. Well I say fuck both of your curry shitting religions. You'ree gonna enjoy yourself a hamburger. And you're gonna earn your meal like an American. My daddy used to teach me hunting..." He handed him the knife. Manfred realized they were on a farm. "Who does this farm belong to?!" He demanded. He showed him a video on his Ifruit phone of an African American in his late 40's being tossed to a pack of wild boars who chewed him up. "That's Andrew Foster. Kind fella that 'willed' his farm for use of the Vanguard. You know, Manny...this country is being ruined by frivilous lawsuits. He was part of the lawsuit for black farmers. Well...he got his. Now you get yours...kill that cow..." He pointed to a cow and her calves. "And her youngins. You do that...or you join Foster..."

Manfred's hand shook. "DO IT!' Screamed Dallas as he pistol whipped him. "Come on!" Manfred closed his eyes screaming as he plunged his knife into the cow's throat. It let out a soun that would haunt him the rest of his life. In tears, Manfred killed the calves too and was distraught by the sounds the babies made as well. "Hey...we could make a movie of this..." Dallas said with a smirk as he spat tobacco juice into Manfred's face. "We could call it 'Silence Of The Cows' what do you say to that, Jodie Foster?"

"You're a monster..." Manfred growled. "And you're a Bullshitter who's about to help me skin this here cow. And then we're gonna cook em and you're gonna eat em."

1 Day Later

Manfred wanted to throw up every bite of the beef he was being forced to eat. He was glad they had at least cooked it but now it was being force fed to him. "How's it taste? Does it taste GODLY?!" This got a howl of laughter from the other AV members. "Now...what does it say about a Hindu that eats beef? Oh yeah...you have to live among the cows...and drink their urine to make up for it..." The AV members began to drag him towards the cow. Manfred had two broken ribs but they hadn't yet attacked his hands the thing he used to work his magic.

March 3, 2015

Miguel was rolling deep with La Tortura, Lady Caper and even Cuerno Verde. It was the hood day for the La Trey Families. it had just turned midnight and they had gotten started early. They would party from 12:00 AM to 12:00 AMhe next day. The third on the third. It was also the last hood day they would ever have. The Rifas were shook but they would recover from that. There was a Mexican Families member in a dark green jersey with a Fueds cap on backwards and gold teeth in his mouth saying into the camera, drunk as his homies recorded him, "Come test my gangsta, nigga Scrapas, Ball Sacks, those AV pussies I don't give a fuck. Families don't die. We multiply!"

The Rifas were there too. The dumb fucks were actually stupid enough to party with their new allies. "And we got our homies from the Rifas...hey Cheetah come here girl...when you gonna let me hit it?"

The Rifa flipped him off. "In your dreams, Rico. It's not happening..."

She checked her cell phone. "I haven't heard from the compas in the hood all day. Where the fuck are they? They said they'd be coming out here to kick it."

Her rejection of the male Families member earned a laugh from the male Rifas. "Denied, homes..." Said Felon wit a chuckle. Rico said, "Nah but hold up you don't even see the kinda girls I be pulling at the clubs, cuz. You should seriously see how I..." The party was cut off by the burst of automatic fire as Miguel fired his AR-15 shooting the Families gang member who was too friendly with the camera hitting him in the back. The red dixie cup fell from his grasp as he fell over. Screams sounded off and drunken party goers scattered everywhere.

They were sitting ducks, however as La Tortura let off her rounds with an AA-12 striking a Families gang member with dark brown skin and a black buzz cut wearing a green and white flannel shirt in the chest opening it deep enough to see his chest. Lady Casper screamed as she fired an AK-74 bloodthirsty for revenge and she let nineteen rounds off striking down three Rifas in the back as they tried to flee. Cuerno Verde had a PKM and he was firing through a storm of bodies dropping six Rifas and four LTF members. Blood mixed in with the foamy gold spilled beverages as more plastic cups hit the ground, as full of holes and leaking as the men and women who had drank them.

Cheetah ran to cover firing the 9mm she had on her ducking behind a white Bobcat as the South West Pachucos, in a bloody rage opened fire at her. Felon caught two rounds in the chest. Miguel laughed as he sawed through twomore Rifas and had to reload. "Fuckin dixie cups, ese?! Were you farmeros too lame to just get twelve packs? Goddamn you ARE some lame ass pochos and pochas! Drinking like white boys!"

"You're the ones that run with them in the pen, scrap!" Screamed Cheetah. "That's more of a San Andrean thing, bitch and we didn't have shit to do with what those woods did to that church! The only good thing about that is some of the people weren't busters!"

He then had the idea as some of the Rifas were firing ducking behind tables and even turned a few over to target the beer kegs themselves. He fired at one and it exploded the blast catching three Rifas in its radius. Lady Casper followed his lead and did the same and soon two female Familiesmembers were on fire. "You trannies are going down for good tonight!" Screamed Lady Casper as she struck down two BG's who were too drunk to walk straight with head shots.

Dozens of people were hit as the invading Vagos fired on anybody associated with the party even thouh many were not gang related at all, and just happened to be friends or neighbors with the green clad gangsters. Miguel no longer cared. They had not cared when they killed innocents and now neither would he. Cuerno Verde grabbed a wounded Families OG of about 45 years who had seven gunshot wounds in his stomach courtesy of a 22 year old chola. He put the wounded gang member into the open hood of a popped open red Tornado. He began to slam the hood down again and again on the dying OG who had been one of three originals out of eight from the hood still alive.

The man's name was Cesar Vargas but as the New Austin Syndicate member slammed the Rifa vehicle hood on his face again, he could not be identified even by his own gang members except for his clothes and his dental records later on for the Sunbelt Police.

The next OG was a man named Emmanuel "E Man" Salazar a 48 year old who had been shot by a South West Vago in 89' and had lost his left lung because of it and by 91' ened up doing time for second degree murder killing a different Vago when he saw the one who shot him and accidentally hit his homie. He would spend the fourteen years inside for doing dirt for his hood. He had been running things for the LTF inside until he was released. He had light brown skin and medium length black hair. He fell ove with five rounds in his right side.

A Vago from the South West neighborhood by the name of Jumper, a light brown skinned Salvadoran of 5'11 with a shaved head wearing a yellow Football jersey and a light blue bandanna tied around his head firing an AK-47 had hit him. The wounded Family OG tried to fire his Glock 17 back at him but his bloodloss made him woozy. He fired but he was struck with three more rounds in the jaw on the left side. The holes in his face allowed his broke lower teeth to be shown as he went into shock. E Man was not aware of it but 12 years ago he had stabbed Jumper's father and killed him in prison.

Jumper put the barel into his already ruined face and squeezed off another ten rounds until his right eyeball dangled from his socket, his left was gone, his nose blown in half and his tongue was sawed in half. The truth was, Jumper didn't bang until his father's death.

The last OG was the 50 year old Richard "Richie" Garcia. His mother had been a white Hispanic a Mexican woman of Spanish ancestry and his father African American. He had been the man who had started this gang. Miguel aimed for him with a freshly reloaded magazine and struck him in both knees. The gang member cried out and tried to fire his tw Mac-10's which did drop two South West Vagos and one Azteca but Miguel fired taking out both hands. He screamed in pain. "How does it feel to be the last OG? I guess it's gotta be special and fucked up, eh?"

T Cell approached him and cut his own hand. "I want you to meet my homeboy T Cell. You've heard about him. Every Tranny and every North Side Leva in this city knows him and fears him."

He cut his own hand and forced theh OG's mouth open. He let the blood come down into his mouth and Richard screamed. He spat out what he could but T Cell grabbed his bloody hands. "Come on, homes..." Said the Ondero with a sick grin. "Let's cut out all this Rifa vs Vago shit...after all...we're brothers by blood...especially now..."

'

With that, Miguel knocked the gang member uncoscious with a hard right.

Miguel shouted to the Aztecas Marabunta and Vagos, "WE KILL THE REST OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS BUT NO HAND FINISHES HIM!"

Miguel saw with a smirk that lady Casper had been tackled by Cheetah. He raised his weapon to try and shoot the Rifa but Lady Casper yelled, "NO! This bitch is mine!"

They rolled down the alley exchanging blows. 85 members of the Mexican Families gang lay dead and dozens of civilians had been caught in the crossfire. Their set was pretty much done aside from what few had managed to crawl to cover which wasn't much more than half a dozen. Lady Casper head butted Cheetah and kicked her in the stomach. "Fuckin Rifa pocha!" Cheetah retaliated by grabbing her by the hair and punching her repeatedly 5 blows hitting the South West Pachuca in the face. She pulled away but with a hard jerk as Cheetah tried to hold onto her hair she pulled out a few pieces of it.

Lady Casper was bleeding from her lips and Cheetah was not but she head butted her again and now her nose was. She threw a hard left jab to Cheetah's gut and followed with a right to the face popping her in the jaw. The two cholas grappled falling to the ground punching and scratching at each other. Cheetah pulled out a switch blade intent on stabbing her. She swung at her face and Lady Casper moved to try and get out of the way but the knife did slash her ear cutting her right ear and a line of blood formed instantly. Cheetah tried to swing for her throat but she ducked and caught her arm and grabbed her knife hand. With her free hand, Cheetah hit her wounded ear causing it to bleed more and Lady Casper screamed in pain as blood ran down the side of her face.

She drove a knee into Cheetah's groin however catching her of guard and she took the knife from the Norterner and slashed it at her stomach and she managed to jump back a bit but the blade cut her across part of her stomach tattoos. "You won't be wearing belly shirts no more, huh?" Grinned Lady Casper. "Those buster placasos don't look as sexy without a tomboy scar, huh bitch?!" She tried to stab Cheetah in the face but she caught her hand and they wrestled for it both punching the other with one hand and wrestling for the knife with the other. Cheetah managed to overpower her throwing her towards the hood of a parked dark blue Peyote that belonged to a Marabunta member.

She tried to bring the knife down into her back but Lady Casper avoided just in time following with a left elbow. She had brought the knife down onto the hood but missed and Lady Casper grabbed her by her hair and slammed her down three times on the hood bashing her head. She then picked up a Glock that a deceased LT Families banger had dropped and she pressed the gun to her chin. "You're mine now, leva!"

However, with the crack of several rounds, despite wearing a vest, she was hit and fell over. She had been hit in a drive-by. "These fuckers got backup!" Yelled Miguel.

With that, Miguel grabbed Lady Casper carrying her putting her in a black Glendale and told three South West Pachucos, "Get her outta here!" As he and La Tortura tore up the street. They were suddenly cut off as a blockade was formed down the street.

Mark and the BSU arrived in a convoy of cars though the tires were soon shot out by the Vagos and Miguel fired at Mark who ducked behind the trunk of a black Admiral. "Mark! Don't think i didn't recognize your ass in that fuckin mask puto! I know the sound of your voice any day!"

"Good! It'll be the last one you hear!" Replied the youngest Roman.

With that, Miguel and the Vagos started firing at each other. "Mark! What happened to Manfred? Suddenly he's nowhere!"

"What the fuck did you do to him?!" Demanded. "Nah...a bitch like you couldn't get anywhere near him!" Miguel ducked down as Mark fired his Colt CM901. "I never said I did!" Miguel said. "Never said any of the comaradas did! But you pissed off more people than just us! A lot of your enemies don't like you having eyes in the sky! You aint a fed! You can fuck one but you still aint one. You can't arrest me!"

Miguel fired back switching to the M1.

Several BSU members fired on the Aztecas and both sides were sustaining losses. So far the Aztecas had lost seven and the BSU lost five and that was mosly due to catcing the south side convoy off guard. "Fuck you!' Fuck your whole family!"

"You know what your problem is, Miguelito? You' and Ernesto are the only gangsters in your family! You might have more clout in New Austin only cause that state is like a regular state on steroids but I got my father, my cousins in the game, my brother too. Only one member of my immidiate nuchlear family is what you can call clean. Where as you? You're two gangsters in a mostly clean family! But i suppose it took Luis's death for ya'll to go straight."

"What's this ya'll shit? Fuckin hillbilly!"

"Now dont give me that! We're both from the south. You know damn well you say that in your barrio too."

"Fuck that shit. Maybe some do but when it comes to living in the south, I'm like the vatos in Atlanta, homes! Even though they aint from the west coast they talk like it cause at least it's an identity of our own gente!"

"Don't act like it's Aztec to speak Calo. It's Mestizo at best!"

"Oh and Ebonics aint white influenced?" He yelled as they exchanged rounds trying to get each other. "It is!" Mark admitted. "I don't hate hat part of me."

"Spoken like a true half breed! You know what's really imported? The southern accent, fucker! We're not foreign you are! You guys got that shit off the cockney faggots yeah i went to school, fool! That shit is from British faggots!"

"And a mix of African Creole..." Mark said in a haughty tone as he sent a barrage at Miguel. He then came out from cover. "Miguel! You're allied with the Bravta. They saved your neighborhood. So from now on I'm gonna call you Mig. For the airplane."

"Yeah and I'm gonna call you a coroner, shit for brains!" Miguel let off a burst of rounds before running cover to cover. Mark fired twenty rounds at him as he veered into a nearby parking lot. In a sing song voice, Mark called out, "Oh where oh where has my little Mig gone? Oh where oh where could he be?!" Miguel sprang over the hood of a beat up old gray Picador like a jaguar. Before Mark could fire he pounced on him. Miguel knocked the wind out of him bombarding him with punches. One two three four five six. He already had Mark's lip bleeding and he went for his nose next. By the eighth punch, Mark kicked him in the chest knocking the wind out of him.

Mark felt seven rounds hit him in the back from a Vago he did not see. "Ah shit!" He kicked Miguel in the side before throwing himself to the ground and he proceeded to punch Miguel again and again. By the fourth punch, Miguel had a bloody nose. Mark punched him as hard as he could in the stomach. Miguel coughed so hard saliva flew from his mouth onto Mark. It caught the Creole by surprise just enough for Miguel to kick him in the head with his right foot causing Mark's left ear to ring. Miguel tried to get up staying low in case any BSU tried to shoot him the way the Vago had Mark. The Vagos in Spanish warned not to fire again while Miguel was this close to Mark.

"You've fought me before...you might get some licks in...but do you really see this going your way? You're outclassed in every way," Mark taunted throwing a punch at Miguel that he mostly dodged but still felt part of on the side of his face. "There's a first time for everything..." Miguel tackled him punching him three times in the stomach and he did take Mark's breath but Mark brought a hammer fist down on the back of his head and as he struggled to breath he brought an elbow into Miguel's back.

Miguel pulled him to the ground slamming the taller man down but Mark grabbed him in a headlock. "It's over...I'm gonna take your breath for you...i'd break your neck but that's too fast for a bitch like you!" Miguel tried to struggle against his grip but Mark had him. "Yeah...that's it...go to sleep bitch...I want you to think your last few moments alive...you'll KNOW you done fucked up!" Miguel remembered the weapon he had from Neto and what he had done. It wasn't a gun or a knife but it was his last shot. He fumbled for it trying to ignore the fact that he couldn't breath. He had it finally. He zapped Mark and this got him to let him go. The problem was, Mark had him so he got zapped too. Miguel separated himself as he rolled twitching from it. Miguel had got him in the stomach.

Miguel and Mark finally stopped convulsing and the two tried climbing for the weapon that Miguel dropped. Miguel was still closer but Mark realized he could go for his pistol. He started to crawl the other way and he stated to get on his feet but Miguel got him in the back. Mark cried out in agony staggering falling to his knees and he hit the ground hard. Miguel zapped him again. He zapped him until he was out. He checked for a pulse once it was safe. He gave him CPR. He did finally have a pulse and he was breathing but he was weak.

Miguel hauled him into the car. Link saw this and opened fire with what looked like an AK but Miguel got him in and as he took off, La Tortura fired back at Link forcing him to cover. They took off down the street and Link yelled, "SON OF A BITCH!" As the Vagos, Aztecas and Marabunta made tactical retreat. Lee reloaded his Shotgun. He turned to Link. "We gotta find Manfred. If the south siders got him, this situation can go from bad to totally fucked..."

"You think that's who got him?" Asked Link. Lee wasn't sure. "I don't know...but whoever got him...it was probably somebody from Sunbelt. If it's not the Mexicans or Salvadorans I got a feeling it might be the Vanguard..."

He turned to Jimmy, "Go get Mark we gotta get outta here before the cops show up!"

Six Hours Later

The Creole awoke to a flashing bright white light and a Caucasian male wearing a god awful robin egg blue sweater vest and matching very sight of his wardrobe actually made his eyes hurt despite the blue almost being green and green being a color that doctors used in hospitals to help your eyes settle as you came to. The white man was floating. "Weome brother brother..."

"Who in fucks name are you, man? Why do you look familar?"

"You see? They said i was a charlatan. A nothing. A fraud. But I am a miracle. Now you may ask yourself. What does the mighty Chris Formage do with his enermous power? I watch people of course and you can join me. They cannot harm you and they will never find out. Trust me..I have lain with multitudes of women..."

"But what the fuck does that got to do with watching people? You saying you're watching me! Hey! Come back here!"

"Come back where?" Miguel asked. "You don't eve know where you are!"

Mark looked up to find himself tied to a chair but he had one arm, his right arm free. Miguel stood above him. Mark observed that he was in an emptied pool. "Boy, you don't know how bad and how far you fucked up...but your ass is finished when I get free..."

"You know...you and me have butted heads a lot. Gunfights...fistfights...and i finally won. It doesn't matter to me that I failed to take you before. What matters is that I kept trying."

"Yeah it only took you a weapon..." Mark sneered.

"Yeah..you said whatever it takes to win, remember? If you had that...you'd use it too."

"So what now? You gonna kill me? Do it now cause this is the best chance you'll get."

"You know you never went to prison and neither did I but I did go to county a few times in 2013. And Juvie but you knew that. We've fought each other in gunfights and fistfights but in county arm wrestling was important too."

Miguel held his arm up. "If you beat me...maybe I'll let you go..."

Mark noticed Miguel had his other hand on Mark's elbow. "So you're gonna cheat? And use two hands?"

Miguel took his hand away and they wrestled. Miguel pinned his arm twice. "Come on...you're not even trying..." Finally Mark put up a fight and their arms were dead locked. Miguel chuckled. "Attaboy. You know...mi papa...he may not know what's up with what you did while they were inside but I do. You even thought you were gonna frame the Rifas if you had killed me?"

"Why not..." Mark grinned. "Ernesto has plenty of kids. I'd be doing him a favor and ensuring his survival. You're gonna get him killed. With you and that other dumb ass brother of yours that got laid out by the cops...he'd better off."

Miguel almost had Mark pinned. "Well you're not the only one who can make things look different than it is. I get it now...war aint all about brute force is it? It's about getting in the enemy's head."

Mark pinned him. "You lose."

Miguel broke his triumph and slammed his arm down. "YOU LOSE," And with that, a masked man standing next to Mark who Mark did not realize was Snapper, injected him with a needle. Mark knocked away the table and stood up trying to lunge at Miguel and the silent masked man. Miguel laughed, "Look at this fool, homes! He's upset cause of how GOOD that shit feels! Well you're gonna get even more mad cause I'm gonna make you feel even better!" Miguel punched him in the face and everything went black.

When Mark came to again, he found himself tied to a bed. Miguel was seated at the table counting money. There was a knock at the door and the masked Onda member who was covered head to toe in black clothing so as to not give away any tattoos went to get the door. "Help...hellllp heeeeelp!" Mark called out trying to get anybody to help. The masked Ondero let in a red headed Caucasian woman her hair was really more auburn but the reddish tint was showing off under the light. Miguel chuckled looking at Mark's angry face. "Help me...!" He begged. Miguel chuckled. "How did this fucker's parents not love him?! His faceis just so prescious when he's upset. WHAT DO YA THINK, MANDY?!"

The redhead wore a black dress and thigh high black leather boots. "Yeah..." She said. "He's pretty."

Because Mark was high as a kite her fae almost looked like Alison for a second but with her hai down but he realized it couldn't be. Miguel had requested a white red haired hooker just to fuck with him. Her voice was different too. Lower more femme fatal sort of like Ana's a dom but not sweet and high like Alison's.

Miguel gave her a wad of cash. She looked at him. "All this S&M shit is gonna cost extra."

Miguel nodded in agreement to that. "No..." Mark said. "Please don't..." The redheaded escort lowered her black dress to reveal her C cup breasts that were quite perky. She stripped until she was wearing nothing but her thigh high black leather boots. She got Mark's pants and underwear off and proceeded to mount him. "I love when they beg..."

"Please..." stop..." He begged. Despite this, he began to harden at the feeling of her already wet pussy on his unprotected manhood. How could she be this horny already?! Sick bitch! She told him, "Your little mouth says no...but your friend says yes..." She said moaning as she rode his ever stiffening member. This went of for about twenty five minutes before it was over and Miguel was recording it. Miguel thought it was funny. He had the recorded audio of Mark and he looped it over the video.

Once it was done, Mark asked him, "Are you...gonna kill me now...?"

"No...I'm gonna do something much worse...I'm gonna let you live!" Miguel told him. He then gave him another shot to knock him out.

The Next Morning

Some of the homeless were sleeping at City Hall. The janitor was waking each of them up telling them they had to leave. Just then, he spotted a familar Creole American who'd been wrapped up in a sleeping bag for the night. "Jesus Christ!" He was dazed and barely awake.

Alison and the others came to visit him in the hospital. Manfred was also there having to be treated for roken ribs. Lee and Link had rescued him. Sawyer was there taking his statement. "Who all was there?" Asked Sawyer. "There was Miguel...and some other cholo in a mask I don't know and..." He couldn't bring himself to tell Ana or Alison or Courtney about what happened with the call girl. "These bitches are gonna pay..." He vowed. He had told them that he had been shot up with something. The doctor, a Cajun man who was middle aged and had a receeding hairline stated, "Heroin and cocaine."

He told them all everything that had happened to him except the gunfight that proceeded it but he did talk about the fact that he did fight Miguel and that he had zapped him.

When Mark had enough strength to walk he told them what all had happened. "I saw the logos on the side of the pool. They had me there..I know where they kept me."

"That's a hell of a story..." Courtney said. "You don't believe me?" He demanded. "I do...

"Every word I said is true..." He vowed. The papparazi came and put their cameas in his face bombarding him with questions. Sawyer told them, "Back off! You're interfering with a police investigation!"

Mark said, "It's all right..why don't you all come with me?"

He took them to the pool in the building he knew was the only one with dolphins. He froze when he saw a class of old Caucasian women doing water aerobics. He sank sitting on the bench. "Miguel..." He said to Alison. "He's trying to make me look crazy..." Alison told him, "I hate to say it but it's working..."

Sawyer got a call. "Hello? Yeah what is it, Locke? Jesus Christ are you kidding me? I'll be there..."

He turned to Mark and said, "You need to meet me back at the hospital. You got some explaining to do..."

He showed up at the same hospital and Locke was there. The priest he'd had dinner with was on life support. "What the fuck happened?!" Demanded Mark. "Ya'll had dinner with them a couple nights ago. I figured you can tell me..." Locke said. Sawyer showed him a note and pictures. The priest had been wearing a gimp outfit with lipstick and a pearl necklace and he had hung himself. The janitor at his church got to him in time to save his life but he was now on life support and it was uncertain if he'd pull through. He'd given the priest CPR and saved his life and three minutes was the guideline amount of time that doctors generally agreed was the limit for how long you could have the brain be without oxygen without brain damage.

He was not as far as they knew, brain damaged but he had not woken up.

"The insanity is just starting..." They opened up the Father's briefcase to reveal pictures of underage nude boys. "Child pornography? Impossible. I knew this man. YOU know this man..."

"Here's the suicide note..." Sawyer said showing Mark a written note that was inside a plastic bag. Mark read it aloud. "I cannot forgive myself after what we did to those children in Vice City last month. If we build a children's center in New Arcadia I won't be able to resist temptation again. It's better this way."

"It gets worse..." Stated Locke. "All we found was the checks he was supposed to cash from the other donations but the ten grand you two raised is gone...we don't know if he'll pull through but when he does he's gonna have to answer some questions."

"No..." Mark said. "Don't you get it? He didn'r write this...it has to be that motherfucker Miguel..."

"Look...I understand your frustration..." Locke stated. "But his handwriting matches..."

"Then he was probably forced to sign it at gunpoint..."

Sawyer held up a newspaper clipping. "What you still read the newspaper? Get with the times..." The Cajun cop held it closer. It was a picture of Mark with the religious leader the leader was sitting there with him an African American boy had his arm around Mark's neck the two smiling and there was a young white boy with the Father. It said, Club Owner & Child Molesting Priest Fund Children's Center. The headline made the picture seem like the two were child predators.

"This...this is an innocent picture!" Mark exclaimed. He was so full of rage he could hardly think. Alison told them, "With all due respect, sir this is bullshit! You know it is!"

"Well be that as it may, don't try to leave town...we're gonna see if the Padre is up to answer some questions if and when he comes to."

Two Days Later

He had tested positive for the clap. He'd gotten the medication needed for it except he hadn't gone through any official pharmacy. He had discreetly asked Task to get him some of the medicine. Luckily the clap was something that could be cured though if there was any permennant damage done in more extreme cases, it wouldn't be repaired. Luckily he hadn't had the major symptoms though it had hurt like hell to piss. He was not sure how he was going to tell Courtney or Alison or Ana. Even though he would make it so they would not get it and he would no longer have it, he was afraid they wouldn't believe him. He took the pills swallowing it with a water bottle Task had provided. "Uh...you better see this...it doesn't look good..."

Alison had knocked on the door and Task let her in. "No don't let her..." Before he could stop it Task had and Alison asked, "How come i have't heard from you?"

Task went to go turn the TV off as they mentioned Mark. "Leave it on..."

They gave a viewer discretion advised warning and the call girl was riding Mark.

"Now, I'm an up and coming businessman so you gotta follow my orders."

"You got it, hon! So you up for the house special?" Replied the call girl or at least it looked like it had. Ana's mouth dropped open and she slapped him across the face. "You're fucking a hooker?!'

He told her everything. "That is not the girl that gave me the clap!" Ana stared at him. "You got the clap?"

Mark said, "Okay that is the girl that gave me the clap but thats not her voice that is not what she said to me...no I said that to her but she didn't say that to me!" The drugs had his brain fucked up. "You see? It's a fucking conspiracy! It's not like the Aids virus...it's like the water in the pool...no...there's no water in the pool..." He sat down burying his hands in his face.

Ana shook her head. "I can't wait to see how Alison and Courtney react to this..."

"I don't have it anymore...! I..these get rid of it...I'm not gonna be contagious...Ana...maybe Alison and Courtney wouldn't believe me but you? You know better that things aint always what they seem! I put up a fight!"

"Yeah..but there was several inches of you that didn't put up much of a fight..."

Mark looked at Task, "Come on, you believe me right?" Task said, "Look, if you need medication for what they did to you, bro, I got your back but the drama between you two...I don't wanna touch that with a ninety foot pole..."

"THANKS HOMIE!" Screamed Mark.

Mark told Ana, "Look, I know you're pissed at me for breaking my promise...AND that but I swear I didn't do any of this shit. The hooker even...I wasl...that was against my will!"

"You're right..." She said. "I need time to think about this. But you still owe the other women in your life the truth even if you got rid of it. It's not something you keep from them. Just be glad it wasn't HIV..." She headed to the door saying, "You need to tell them, Marcus or I will."

One Hour Later

At the request of Mark and Task, Cheetah and Felon broke into the apartment suspected to be Miguel's spot. It had been cleared out of everything except stripped magazine pieces all over the ground and some were on the wall.

There was a picture of Mark and Lee with Laurie, Whitney and Shawna at a concert. Miguel had thrown darts at the picture of the Creole and Chinese American and the three BSU females had rex x's across their faces.

She looked at a picture of Mark's head cut out and taped to a black woman in a bikini with her bare ass sticking out. Felon couldn't help but burst out in laughter. There was other pictures like it with Lee Shen taped on the body of Bruce Lee, Link on the body of Nick from the Back Street Boys, and Jimmy's picture on a similiar picture as Mark but with a redheaded pornstar and the same numbers that Jimmy had on his asshole, Miguel crudely had drawn on the butt cheeks.

"This guy needs a wakeup call from planet earth," Observed the Rifa female. "They must have relocated. They're off the grid. We might have to wait till these putos show up again. They'll still be controlling the calles this way...I swear we gotta get them back after the shit they pulled...what they did to Animal..."

Just then, she got a phone call. "Yeah? What?!"

It seemed, in retaliation for the hit that the Rifas had done days earlier to get back at them, the AV had struck again. On Dallas's orders, a Catholic church containing six out of the remaining eight or so members of one of the mostly defunct Rifa sets that had been obliterated on hood day had been in a church when some unidentified white men had burned the church down. The problem was, there was ten civilians in there was well including two small children. The media was calling it a hate crime.

Paul

Wild Strawberries

Paul woke up as Shep burst in. "They fuckin got her! Son of a bitch! Fuckin dead beats! As if we didn't have enough to deal with...I got a text from some Dead Beat and he said the only way we'd hear from Aila again i if we put you on..."

"What...what happened?"

"They got your girlfriend, bro..." Ray said with fear in his eyes. "Give me the phone..." It was a picture of Aila tied up. "This must be revenge for what we did to them but why would they go after her? Why not me? I'm higher priority..."

Paul felt a panic in his beating heart. "Let me call somebody who can help..." He did. "We're sorry the number you have dialed..." Shit! He tried the our other numbers Tanaka had given him but he got the same results. "So much for tracking them down...all right...the Dead Beats are businessmen above all else. They must want something...I gotta call them...it's not really you they want...o Aila. It's me. Lucifer mentioned wanting to turn me in for a reward. I'll do it if it saves her..."

"I love her too, K:or we all do..." Dawn said. "But we can't just go rushing in like this!"

"My mind is made up. I knew my fredom was just temporary...fuckin Tanaka! He betrayed me..."

"We'll get him, bro. We'll get all of them..." Vowed Chogan. "No...you can't not Tanaka. He's probably long gone by now. I can't tell you what he had me do...but he's been planning this all along!"

He dialed the number. Little Joe said, "I don't like it, neechie. This isn't good. Something about this shit stinks..." He dialed and after four rings it was answered. "Well well...I take it you got my message?" A voice said. "WHO IS THIS?! What have you done with Aila?"

"K:or, he's still alive! Don't..."

He heard the sound of a punch. "Well...I gues she spoiled the surprise. I'm still alive. Despite the best efforts of your woman here. She held out for a while but pain...it makes you tell the truth. After some time with a power drill and her knees...she told me you two are engaged! Congrats, kid! Now listen...I'm gonna text you an address. You show up if you ever want to see her again. Come alone. I don't think I have to tell you what happens if you deviate..."

"If you hurt her i swear..."

"Jesus kid..." Lucifer cut him off. "Could you be more of a Vinewood cliche? I already hurt her. Just like she hurt and almost killed me. That ship has sailed. If you don't want me to kill her, get your ass to where I tell ya. Pronto."

"This is about the reward, isn't it? Well you can turn me in and whether I end up in American hands or Canadian you'll get rewarded...just don't hurt her anymore..."

"If I see anybody but you coming here, I'll gut her like a fish. I understand you're a gimp right now. You know it took me a month of physical therapy to walk again? And even then I only have 60% of my former mobility. Doctors said it's not certain I'll ever ride again. What's a president of a Motorcycle club without his bike?"

"Another useless fuckin dead beat that's dead and just doesn't know it yet!" Shouted Shep.

Paul told him, "I'll be there..."

"Take a cab. You're not getting a ride from ay of your homeboys. My men will be watching and if you deviate, she's dead before you get near her."

1 Hour Later

He arrived outside Teranto. Just east of it. There was a gang Burrito waiting. "Get in..." Ordered the driver. He did as he was told. They searched him and put his crutches inside and pushed him in. Lucifer was there when he got there and he handed him a detonator. "I wouldn't let go if I were you...it's a dead man's switch."

They brought Aila in a wheelchair tied up. Her knees were bloodied badly soaking through her jeans. "I gotta hand it to ya, kid. Your woman has balls. More balls than you! You know...my favorite thing to eat was always steak. But because of getting shot by her, I can't eat steak anymore..." She was rigged with explosives. "She saved your life. I have to admit, you did give me a few boo boos in our last scrape but she outdid ya. Now...her life is in your hands. I've gone ahead and called the RCMP. Your task is simple. If you can hold onto that baby there...you'll save the girl's life. You're going to prison either way. But this way it can be with a clean conscious."

"Why are you involving her?!" He demanded. "This has nothing to do with her!" He smiled. "You know better than that kid...you and me? We're linked by destiny. We both walk with a limp now. Maybe yours will heal but mine...unlikely at my age. I'm getting on in years. But I'd rather be a gimp on the outside than able bodied in prison. You never did time in a prison under the Crown's justice...well let me tell ya...there's stabbing and there's rapes. And you know what? In prison generally, Indian Clique is stronger than the Warriors. So even if none of my brothers get you, they will."

Paul told him, "Just let her go...I won't fight you. You've got me..."

"I could. But then you wouldn't learn your lesson!" He then said, "I had to fight for my life. In fact I was dead clinically. Two minutes. Well...let's see how you hold up..." He pulled out a knife and stabbed Paul in both arms. "This will be a true test of your strength kid...best of luck. If you do let go of that switch...I'll just have to tell the officers you treated poor Aila that way because you heard she'd been in a relationship with a man who looked kinda like me...or maybe not...but you get the picture. Your own views betrayed ya."

He held onto it. "I won't let go, Aila..."

"He' just trying to use our fight to destroy us...he's a piece of shit..." She said in tears. "I know you'd never hurt me. God, I'm so sorry K:or! I didn't want to tell him anything but I couldn't take the pain!"

"It's okay...I understand..." He said as he bled. "The human body can only take so much..."

Meanwhile, Shep had Little Joe follow the cab. They'd kept their distance but they saw that they had taken Paul to an AOD clubhouse just outside of town. They managed to stay out of sight of any of the Angels. "There's a lot of Dead Beats in there... Observed Raymond as he put a ski mask on and grabbed an AK-47. "We're gonna need more backup than this."

"A lot of the brothers and sisters are laying low after that gunfight in Brantstown..I got another idea...somebody that gives a damn about K:or as much as we do and hates Dead Beats..." Shep said getting his cell phone out. "You talking about Danyen? I aint seen him in months...I think he went out west or to the states. Said he was trying to 'find himself' whatever that means."

"No not him..."

Shep dialed the number. "Vincent...how many brothers can you show up with?" Vincent Windstorm was their only hope.

Paul groaned, "God this is all my fault...I should have never even left...never should have gone to Los Santos...or Liberty City..."

"It's not...I always wanted to travel more...I don't blame you for wanting to..." She said as tears rolled down her cheeks and his. "God I love you so much Aila...Im so sorry you got dragged into this..."

"We're both Warriors...even if things hand't worked out between us...I have to watch your back...just like you watched mine...but I don't think lucifer was ever gonna let me go...only chance either of us have is if the RCMP get here before that psycho...I never thought I'd hope the cops actually show up for once..."

His arms were getting tired being in that position. He held on best he could as his blood dripped to the ground. "God that fuckin asshole...I just wish I could skin him alive before I go inside..."

Aila sobbed, "I don't want you to go to prison, Paul!"

"I know...but I don't want you to die..."

"God...Paul...he got me off guard! I was just going to the bank and they caught me. Four of them. I couldn't get away...I tried to fight..."

"It's not your fault...he's a cowardly piece of shit. He didn't fight me with honor then and he's not now. He's just mad that you almost killed him. I guess you actually did kill him he said he was clinically dead for two minutes...fucker..."

"Paul what about that guy Tanaka that got you out of prison?"

"The second he sent this over...I tried to call him on every line I knew about to reach him but he disconnected them. It could have just been an emergency but I doubt it. He always plans ahead...fucker's ex Yazkuza...not just IAA..."

"If you can't trust a burned spy who can ya trust eh?" She said with a chuckle. They both laughed hard at that through their tears. He finally said, "I thought I could trust him because he was an ex spy. Enemy of my enemy is a friend...but I guess the thing about that statement is...it's not true. The enemy of an enemy is still your enemy."

"Yeah...the British may have been the lesser of two evils in the war...but they were still liars. They never dared make all out war with us the way they did other nations because they knew it would be the end of them...but they left us out to dry when the American won. Both times. That's why..." She smiled. "When I meet a Canadian from Western Canada i speak French. In Eastern Canada I speak English to annoy them. And when I speak Kanienkeha...that annoys them both..." They both laughed at this too.

"Or...like the kahontsi down in San Andreas. I thought I could trust those assholes. Some are gonna say I deserved it. I was an outtta town sucker but I did more for them than a lot of their homies did. Hell not even everybody in a set is putting in work. Some are just there to deal drugs. Big difference between a gang banger and a gang member. Gang members are just along for the ride."

"K:or...I swear we'll get him for this too. And Lucifer..."

"No...Tanaka's outta the country by now. You just...you take care of yourself...and Dawn..."

Just then, the doorr was breeched with charges as the RCMP came in. This startled Paul enough to drop the detonator. "NOOOOOOO!" He screamed as he tried to grab it as if it would stop it. "It's okay..." She said closing her eyes. "Konnoronkwa K:or..." No sooner had she finished that last syllable when the explosion went off. He was a safe enough distance from her but her blood got on him. Her blood coated his face. He couldn't see the pieces of her coming apart in the explosive wheelchair, only the blood spatter and the fire. He hit the ground thrown to it hard. Before long he was being cuffed and read his rights in French.

"NOOOOO! AILA!" He screamed. "KILL ME NOW YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! You did this!" He then howled as they hauled him to his feet, "God...I deserve to rot...I'm so sorry Aila...it's my fault!"

Meanwhile, minutes before, the Warriors along with Vincent Windstorm and six members of the Redroad MC had arrived and were shooting it out with the Angels. They were gaining ground little by little but they had taken losses. Two Redroad members, both Mohawks from the same rez as Vincent, had been killed in the gunfight. The remaining members were of Cree, Ojibwe, Lenape, and Abenaki ancestry. They had managed to take down six Angels but they had not reached the clubhouse yet as they approached from the west. Just then, they heard an explosion. They then also heard the sound of a bullhorn. "This is your President speaking..." Lucifer stated. "If you heard that boom...that means your boy Redwood failed. Aila...I rigged her with enough explosives to get to the center of her tootsie pop...I guess you can say Paul licked her for the last time..." His teeth and beard made him look ten times more evil.

They fired upon him, Vincent with a C3 Rifle, Shep with an AK, Dawn with a Stryker, and Little Joe and Chogan with Uzis. He ducked into a gang Burrito however as it took off. Vince looked as he heard sirens and he looked through his pair of cans and saw them hauling Paul to a car in cuffs. "They got Paul...I'm going in!" He hopped on his Zombie and Chogan tossed him his Uzi. "Take this with you, neechie!"

Dawn had a look of shock on her face. "They killed Aila? What was he talking about?"

"Fuck him. He's probably lying..." He said with confidence before admitting, "I hope..."

Vincent rode down the trail past the trees and he took the cans again. Paul saw him from where he was. Paul had been crying. Paul hollered out a warning cry that was over a thousand years old. Kaw! Kaw!

It had been a warning sound that reminded people of a crow and it had been used by Mohawks on guard towers when enemies approached Haudenosaunee land. Both in inter tribal wars and wars with Europeans. Given the people of the Eastern Door of the Confederacy's reputation as cannibals, it reminded them of a crow in the sense that a crow would pick your bones clean after you were dead. To those who knew about this reputation, it was intimidating. Whether it was Algonquins, the French, the Americans or whoever. But now, the RCMP just thought he had lost his mind. Vincent understood what he was saying by what he was doing. He made the noise 20 times.

7+6+7 = 20. It was his way of saying SOS. Except with his hands cuffed he flapped them as best as he could or tried but Vincent understood. Stay away. Run away.

Vincent checked the Uzi. He also had a full magazine in his Glock 18 and three more magazines. The RCMP however, had Rifles and there was a lot of them. "WA:S!" Paul screamed.

(Get out of here! Go away!)

Vincent reversed the Zombie looking sadly at his old friend being forced into the back of a car. The rain was pouring down on all of them. The RCMP were coming up the way with Rifles drawn as they followed the gunshots. The Angels had retreated, expecting the cops to handle the rest.

"Come on..." Vince said in a defeated voice. "There's nothing we can do...the Dead Beats won today..." He then said, "Take the burritos of the Angels that are dead. Something tells me these assholes paid the pigs off to give them a pass while they hauled our brother off."

"We have to find a way to break him out!" Raymond insisted. "We don't even know where he'll end up. For now we have to keep our heads down our ears to the streets and wait and see which country even gets to keep him..." Shep agreed. "But I'll tell you one thing...we're not leaving any Angel clubhouses standing. We're gonna burn them all down..." He vowed. "You know the Vagos in the states looked after him. I don't know if I trust them but...we'll need what allies we have left."

They sped off leaving their stolen vehicles behind without even enough time to burn them. "They got Paul...are you sure Aila's dead?" Dawn was on the verge of tears. "I don't know sis..." Chogan put an arm around her. "I didn't see her. I hope she did make it out."

Cypress Flats

Ivan had arrived after being called. He saw tons of dead bodies being hauled off and police everywhere. The police were questioning Psychos. Buddha growled, "This is such bullshit, man! We just get back and the Dung Stauins already hit us up!" Ivan looked and saw Monster being arrested for some reason and he was screaming. Ivan noticed Sue, TJ's sister and her mother screaming and crying. He spotted a dead body laid out being zipped up the face was gone leaving just a mess of red flesh. Ivan realized by their reactions who it was. TJ...

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Thats it for this chapter. So we have to say goodbye to Aila. I didn't want to I like her as a character but thats part of being a writer. Anyway, Paul will be back in prison for a while and Tanaka left him out to dry. Just when things were starting to go good too! You know...with Aila she was really the Rita to Paul's Dexter if that makes sense. Sure, in Episodes From LS the deaths of Amata and Morena were sad and Joaquin did love them but they were more like side chicks and I don't mean that in the sense that Joaquin valued them less he just had a deepe connection to Rosa though with both Amata and Morena, he was starting to blossom more into a relationship with them beyond sex but both times their love lives got snuffed out before they could begin.

This is different I think because Paul will blame himself for not holdig onto the charge the detonator. The thing about it too is, there was the possibility of marriage involved. Now if you're a reader who read both Episodes from LS and this and maybe you thought those were more sad then that's your right as a reader but I still think Paul's connection with Aila was deeper across separation and arguments and separation in terms of time and distance they always found each other again. So maybe it's true I'll never have another character in anything I write ever again that will be as love as a couple in terms of Joaquin an Rosa which thankfully both are alive but this is at least in my view the heaviest loss. This is the closest thing in terms of the way Dexter lost Rita to the Trinity killer in Dexter that I'll have.

As far as if he'll ever make peace with it? I don't think he ever will. He'll try and have relationships and love again and he still has Dawn but she feels that void as much as hed does and in terms of if he ever got with anybody else outside that Canada circle (Somthing me and Zilla talked a bit about) I don't know how Paul will even be able to talk about it. In a way a new woman might be able to offer some perspective as an outsider lookig in even though she's outside of it unlike paul and aila but for a long time Paul's pain is going to be raw.

In terms ofthe mission title, Wild Strawberries i have mentioned this before but strawberries is the first fruit of the spring for us we even have a strawberry moon in addition to te strawberry festival in upstate NY as did many woodland tribes but in this context we believe in pre Christian and pre Handsome Lake (Look up Handsome Lake if you don't know who that is) Longhouse faith and even in Handsome Lak'e version of the Longhouse faith it is believed that the road to the sky wold our afterlife is filled with wild strawberries on both sides of it. So in a way this was a foreshadowing of Aila's passing from this world into the Sky World. And no it's not like the white man or Jewish man's heaven just cause it's i the sky actually the bible never actually says it's in the it's not depending on faith but actions. Anyway, this road is also believed to be a road in the milky way itself if i remember right. Which if you were good at drawing would make for a very imaginative picture.

Also because Aila often called him K:or when she's not calling him by his tribal name, he will be going by that instead of Paul since K:or just means that in Kanienkeha and it's pronounced like Gore which can have a bad ass implication to it. And as for that battle cry that Paul did yes that is our unique sort of battle cry as well as warning cry. He'll also be getting a new Kanienkeha name since the person that he was before "Died" anyay and he'll get the name from a clan mother who let's just say is not fond of the USor Canadian government and is willing to screw both over because well...I don't know how I'm gonna have Mai get him out of prison but I'm thinking long before he is pardoned or better yet...he doesn't even get pardoned his old identity stays dead to the public and he just has a new name that his friends will have to call him. I mean to avoid confusion I'll still write him as Paul but initially when meetig new people he'll go by his new identity. He could have the IAA erase his old identity and create his new one n the system. They can do that ya know.

I have to also give tribute where it's due. This scene of Aila's parting was partially inspired by Terminator 2 when Miles Dyson is holding the dead man's switch and he's like I don't know how much longer I can hold this I wanted to put Paul in a similiar injury predicament but also consider hes still wounded from his last fight with Lucifer. As far as Aila's final moments, that is somewhat inspired by The Dark Knight when Rachel explodes as she's talking to Harvey Dent and also Batman failed to save he that whole "It's okay... " thing facing your own mortality in brave heroine kind of way.

We also got to see Vincent again and he tried to help but he wasn't on time. Paul won't blame him for that either or any of the Warriors because the way he sees it, he feels it's all on him. He feels he triggerd this by atacking Lucifer on his own. He even feels that when Aila shot Lucifer before he should have made sure he was dead and he blames himself for not double tapping.

As far as what Miguel did with Mark almost all of that is based on the movie Richochet with Denzel Washington and John Lithgow. I figured it would give them more reason to hate Miguel and to establish himself as an evil mastermind. Don't wory Zilla this shouldn't impact the upcoming job Mark might be somewhat mentally distracted but he's not injured. He could maybe take a few days to get his head straight though. As far as the Rifas hitting the AV, I didn't show it because Zilla said he would.

What the AV did to Manfred was more humiliation than injury. I was gonn have them use the other drone to attack Mark's hood in New Arcadia but decided against it since Zilla needs Mark at top health for wha's coming I wont say what it is but you'll all see. You can obviously kill off those AV members that did that i implied Lee and Link did just that. But obviously Dallas and those other AV's that buried Lee are also yours to kill.

As far as what Miguel, La Tortura and Lady Casper did to The Animal thats somewhat based on The Walking Dead when Michonne wrote Turn Back with walker bodies. I forgot the name of the priest that is based on Father James from Mafia 3 and no I didnt kill him just attempted murder on Miguel's part and while the lynching part is not funny for obvious reasons, you gotta admit hanging in lipstick and in a gimp suit basically in drag sorta is pretty funny. It's funny just cause of how pure evil it is. In Richochet Denzel was raed by a blonde hooker. Now, I know that this was a heavy thing to happen to Mark but you can also kill that hooker too if you want Miguel was more concerned with the outcome than the means and you gotta admit thogh Mark did do quite a number on Miguel last chapter and their neighborhood.

What happened to Mark as i said is not permenant damage but it's enough to entrage him and alost alienate his relationships. He'll want to retaliate against him but also the AV. Manfred should still be able to hac and do his magic.

Even if Ernesto and Neto aren't sure that Mark was behind it all, Miguel is he figured it out ad lets face it Ivan's not stupid enough to think a Rifa almost bested him in a fistfight either. But because Miguel views his father as fucked up for agreein to any peace with Mark, Miguel kept this knowledge from Ernesto. By the way in terms of evil and father and son being killers I kind of see Ernesto as like an aged Ragnar from Vikings while Miguel is like Ivar in terms of spite.

And yes the clap is curable but sme of the damage done by the worst symptoms wont be cured i decided to imply Mark only had some o the symptoms but no inrepparable damage but still it hurts when it burns when you piss like when you get a bladder infection. Miguel has gone underground for the time being.

As for T Cell he is visually based on Demian Bichir but not in The Hateful Eight rather how he looked in Lowrider.

Cuate is visually based on the El Paso Sureno rapper Payaso 915 who I discovered recently and he's a pretty cool dude he responds t fan on facebook he actually sampled the song Love Hurts and did it in a way that was good instead of sucking.

As far as the fake death video Miguel sent it was just kind of Neto's way of scaring the BSU a little bit honestly he just wants to see their visual reactions to it. That's just the kind of sociopath Neto is he'd waste money and resources for something like ordinarily, Mark probably wouldn't fall for that but Lee might however since Miguel sends this practically the day Mark is going through all this shit and lets say the following day or so when Marks getting checked out at the hospital coming down off the drugs, Mark might see it and think it's legit only cause Miguel did it to him for real.

Part of the reason Neto wanted to do this in addition to Miguel who had his own ideas for revenge on the BSU that he didn't even tell Neto about is that Link said Neto won't need to hurt Felix after the fight and whether Link (Or was it Jimmy?) intended it or not Neto saw this as a challenge and also as an under sided attempt of the BSU to tell him what to do and he honestly just wanted to mind fuck them even if only temporarily. He also made the implication he would go finish Felixs mom after on the chance that they might speed over to Sunbelt to try and stop it if they could. Mostly this is sort of a psycho way of him wondering (And by extension me) how they would react even if they hate Felix now, if he was dead. I think I did something to this effect before but that was based on a scene from Ray Donovan with the prop shooting to make a fake shooting look like a real shooting for an actual hit so that Avi could escape the country.

Miguel did use real brain matter though. Fresh too. But from who? In the words of Busmalis from Oz, who indeed?

F Key is visually based on China Mac.

Not sure about Wan.

Angel Wu is visually based on a much younger Bai Ling.

Antonio Rivas is visually based on the rapper Lucky Luciano.

Fling is visually based on Lil Bing a Houston crip rapper.

Dash is visually based on Baby Bash. Not that any of that matters since they all got killed but it does paint a picture as to who got killed if my visual descriptions didn't do well enough.

Kung Ji is visually based on Hank Chen

Niya is visually based on the pornstar Jade Kush

Thomas is visully based on Nadia Phukket who i didnt know about but Zilla did.

TC is visually based on Wallace Chung

Brenda is visually based on the pornstar Tiffany Rain

Sarah is visually based on pornstar Mila Jade

Molly is visually based on pornstar Jayden Lee

Nika Chan is visually based on Miko Dai and even her wardrobe was based on one of her videos.

Sue is visually based on her character of the same name in Gran Torino the actress Ahney Her.

Also, TJ's death may not have been as big of a death Aila but still especially with hm being based on Tao from Gran Torino I took an alternate take on the end of that movie where what if Tao didn't ave a positive role model and the hood life caught up with him? Which reminds me in the chapter where the Da Nang Boys hit the Psychos, he was the one that got shot in the face by an M-16. I just didn't reveal who it was until this chapter.

As far as the hit on the Yakuza/Da Nang operation that's somewhat based on that episode of Saints Row 2 where you go after their underground casino. I based the Insane Families off the Insane Crips and the 21st Street Familes are based on the Rolling 20's crips.

Next chapter Ivan will work with the Families and Ballas. I didn't really put a time frame on when this happened in comparrison to my events in New Arcadia ad New Austin and Zilla's story because with what I got going on wit neto and Ivan in LS and wht time frame it should happen it I figured Zilla should have an imput on when this happened so as to not contradict the story.

Anyyway speaking of Paul, what kind of death should Lucifer get after what he pulled? I got an idea what I will do but am open to ideas.

As for Ivan's flashback thats based on the episode Martial Eagle from The Americans. Even if Devlin may not have been IAA in 1981 I cant remember if he would be well it's still reason nough to want Ivan's parents dead and now that the Americans has ended and i see that the show didn't end in a way that would contradict my origin of Ivan too badly i can make it work and i swear I will have him interacting with his half brother and sister it's just there was a lot to put in one chapter.

As for that gang the AV members mentioned in New Austion the Mali Warriors are based on the Mandingo Warriors a Texas black prison gang that used to kill a lot of Aryan Brotherhood members their numbers declined but they are allied with the Pirus so this might help them. Dont quote me on this but I think just as the AB ha the policy that you gotta kill a black guy to join they have that policy towards white Mandingo is an incorrect name forthe tribe Mandinka who just so happened to be allied with the Mali Empire (Or was that Mende i could be wrong) i figured why not.

Remember that Cowgirl at Burger Shot is my parody of the Rodeo Cheeseburger at BK. And what I said about the Insane Crips and Rolling 20s having a truce is actually true they did.

With Jose I wanted to show that the hit he did on Little New Arcadia troubled him. And Licha's pregnant but the scene with Neto sniffing her since Neto has some characteristics of Vegeta from DBZ and DBS but also Beerus the Destroyer and watching Beerus smell stuff is funny thats a bit inspired by that.

Also Mark seeing Chris Formage is a reference to the same thing Ivan saw. Since this is in the same universe as Concrete which is based online, I figured I could hae it happen the difference between Mark and Ivan being Ivan actually joined the Epsilon Program. Even if he is going to really just steal their money it just oes to show Mark like prett much anybody online doesn't convert after being Revived" by Chris Fomage. Ivan did but really he saw it as an oppurtunity to rip him off even though it woldn't have occured to him if he hadn't been temporarily dead.

I could see Mark and the BSU if they found out, flipping Ivan shit saying kiflom brother brother and Ivan might say well you all already call each other brother in the exact same way so maybe you're the cult or you're just one use of the word brother in a sentence from being in the Epsilon Program. Still, if Mark saw this but did not convert and Ivan did even if it was just fake i can see Mark feeling superior about it.

Also Zilla i may have another oc i may ask yo to kill down the line. A male. We can talk about that when you respnd i won't say who it is yet but ill discuss what i can.

So this has been a dark chapter...hopefully next chapter won't be as dark. paul is heartbroken and incarceated and will be doing life in prison as far as he knows in the near future but now those that thought him dead will know he's alive. Anyway till next time.