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.

72. Black August

Mai sat across from him in the visiting booth. "I told you I didn't want to see you again..." Snarled Paul.

"What if Icould get you out of here?"

"Fuck off. I know that's bullshit."

"I didn't tell you who I was and for that I know you feel betrayed. But if you know who we are you know what we can do. Do you really think we can't swing that?"

"Even if I trusted you even if I believed you...why would I?

"I'm gonna speak bluntly here. Even if a friend of mine..." She was thinking of Ana and even Devlin. "Don't know who killed who you killed, I figured it out. It makes sense. Maybe they already have figured it out. The man who abandoned you when you needed him most. He left you out to dry and take a charge for a crime I know you didn't do."

"What woild I have to do if I did? I don't believe you for even a minute though. I'll never trust you again. Fuck Uncle Sam."

"You;'d have to help us hunt Tanaka down. That's what. You know where he might be. Where he might go."

"Like I said, bullshit. I wouldn't even know where to find him. And I don't want to help you."

"But if you're free you can get revenge on the OTHER man. The OTHER man who betrayed you."

"I'll think abouyt it..." Paul stated. "I got an interview coming up about my thoughts regarding my own trial and the crimes I was convicted of. I'm gonna do that first. I'll think about it. Andif I decide to help you it'll only be after that. But I don't take your word. I'll believe it when I see it. So I don't have to trust you. You have to trust me."

"Sure. But don't wait too long..." She stated. "This is a limited time offer."

Eagle Bay,San Andreas

June 27, 2015

It was yard time again and after lockdown had ended, the Rifas kept an eye on the Native American inmates. A hulking black inmate of about six foot five serving a life sentence, aged 32, with dark skin and a tattoo on the back of his neck that said Yay Area, and who was a BGA block runner had a word for the Rifas as well as the Asians. "All right so this is what it is, mane. We gotta hit them back and hit em hard. I just got that kite from the big homies in the SHU. They want shit dealt with."

A Rifa with dark brown skin and almond shaped eyes standing at 5'9 with a muscular build and a tattoo of an Aztec eagle on his chest and a ponytail for his wavy black hair. "That's all well and good homie but I'm not trying to alienate everybody on their side. They just need to chill the fuck out. And those that acted up gotta get dealt with."

"What, you want us to show restraint?" Scoffed the BGA trustee. "Why? They wouldn't and they didn't."

"We aint asking we're telling. Now we do hold it down with ya'll but if you really wanna get down to it, we run these yards, homes. All these pintas in San Andreas are either run by Onda or by us. Aint none of them stritly run by you or the AV. You're side players , man. And what we say goes."

"You need to watch what the fuck you say to me..." The BGA member warned. "Enough!" Barked a Laotian member of the Psychos. "We're the ones that took the biggest L, man. Put aside your pride it's not about who runs shit here. At least we're able to admit we don't run any pens. But the truth is, we aint to be fucked with either. I just want the motherfuckers that did it too. It doesn't gotta be all of em I just want one, man. Don't deny me that..."

"Stick close, bruh..." Stated the Bay Area BGA trustee. "You finna get that chance real quick."

It was in the chow hall. A Rifa suddenly whipped his dick out and started jerking off at a female CO. "What the fuck?!" The blonde cried out. He then began to run across the tables and this caused the inmates to roar, some with outrage others with laughter. A male guard, a Mexican American got ready to go after the Rifa and yelled, "You're getting a fuckin write up!" The BGA, Rifas and Asians came suddenly swooping on the table where the Natives were. The blade from the Bay Area trustee hit the Yuma Indian who had been present in the riot before. He stabbed him in the chest. "MOTHEFUCKER!"

The Rifas collided with the Tribal Brotherhood too grappling arm for arm and blade for blade. The Psychos and a handful of Da Nang Boys came charging in like kamikazes Paul's friend from when he was still in the San Andrean system, Ben a Tuscarora, used his tray to hold off as many o them as he could. He cracked a black soldier from the BGA in the face with it and he used his milk to douse a Rifa in the face but he soon took a shank in the left side hitting his ribs from the Laotian. Ben threw a hard punch knocking the Asian back and he tried to tackle him and take his blade and he swung it swiping it across the man's chest but he was soon hit from behind with another blade then another as the BGA trustee and a Families gang member from northern San Andreas stabbed him in the back. The trustee whispered, "Nobody fucks with the Army and lives!" He let him fall and the Rifa who had been the shot caller stabbed Ben as he curled up in a ball. Curtis tackled him with a blade slicing the Rifa's neck. A shot was fired off.

Curtis sunk his teeth into the neck of a Rifa and bit him ripping out a chunk of flesh and blood covered his face. Three more Native inmates fell with shank wounds in their abdomens. The Lakota and Navajo man from before was among them and he took two stab wounds in the side of his face on the left side. The Vagos rushed across the mess hall to try and assist the Native inmates in peril and sevbut tear gas and live rounds were fired as was mace. The irony was not only had the prisons gone on lockdown but several inmates had been transferred over from the prison where the likes of Drew had been killed. San Tarentino inmates now found themselves at Eagle Bay the DOC had hoped to stop some of the violence but this had only spread it. A Vago drove his blade into a Rifa and threw him aside and he proceeded to slash the face of three BGA affiliates as they were pig piling on two Natives. He then found himself grappling with a Samoan who took the blade from him and the vago saw himself struggling to keep the Samoan from stabbing him.

Curtis laid next to the fallen Iroquois Indian, knowing that when Paul got word of this in Canada he would not be happy. "Ben! Stay with me, bro..."

"EVERYBODY FUCKING DOWN!" Screamed the guards. Soon they were shot with rubber bullets. Curtis attempted to shield the fallen Tuscarora from them but the man was already in bad shape. A man of Ute Indian ancestry threw a punch at a BGA affiliate hitting him in the face and the BGA affiliate swung his shank at the man but hit only his fist yet still cut his left knuckle. Soon the guards were on them macing them all. "FUCK!" Curtis screamed. "He's fuckin dying he can't breathe!" He screamed regarding Benjamin as he was already bad enough from the stab wounds but now he was wheezing badly.

Curtis's words ended up being more true than the CO's realized. In addition to the Rifas and BGA members Curtis managed to kill, the Lakota and Navajo brother had also died of his wounds and the Yum brother as well. They had actually taken less fatal casualties than their enemies but because there was less of them, it was worse. Benjamin especially, had been loved and his people back home in North Carolina would be angry.

Mai

Funeral Party

She'd heard of the Mardi Gras heist. Honestly, she was surprised that any of them were able to work together. Neto and Mark were criminals and rivals but somehow two sides of the same coin. Neto and Ana on the other hand, were the antithesis of each other in her book. It was strange that she had been friends with both.

She was riding with Cherry this time. The last time, it had been her and Gina and Ulu and Mahana but now, it was different. Cherry had been doing a lot of coke and having a lot of sex. Mai found her sexually attractive too but she didn't want to make a move on the Filipina without her getting tested. She honestly needed the distraction. She was still in mourning over the death of TV. Now, the Da Nang Girl wore a black sweater advertising Love Fist. She had her black hair in a ponytail and her eyes hidden by shades.

"You can't keep on going like that at the rate you're going. You're gonna fuck around and OD..." Mai warned.

"So? It wouldn't be the first time...I don't know how long I got left, Mai. These streets got an expiration date on them. And I'm thinking if one of these Va Ho's or the Toilet Papers don't get me, this shit will."

"You're a soldier, Cherry. It might not be in the Army and when I first got to this city I wouldn't have seen it that way but you're a soldier. You've just gotta keep fighting. You can't give up.""

"I didn't give up, homie..." Mai told her, "Cut the homegirl act, Cherry and just be honest with me. "

"Like I was saying...i aint giving up. This is just medicine for the wounds. Not just on the outside. Inside too... I'm tired of seeing friends stretche out in caskets and they're not even old. I get that's the life we lead but damn...when it rains it pours. You'd think God could give us a few years between deaths. Just have some years of peace where nobody I know dies. I hate Vagos...but even they want that if they're honest with themselves.

"That's an excuse...don't do this. If you kill yourself with that shit, there will be one less soldier to fight. You wouldn't be able to stop the Vagos or anybody else from killing your friends."

"I can't do it anyway!" Said Cherry in tears. "I shoot. And I duck down. And I try to pull my friends with me behind cover and it's still not enough."

They pulled up to the bar in Sandy Shores. Ulu and Mahana were waiting, Ulu was wearing a Corkers cap on backwards and a gray t shirt plus baggy blue jeans. Mahana also wore a mint colored plaid shirt tied in a knot showing off her stomach revealing her tribal tattoo on her belly as well.

Lamar came in. "Come on, dog. Shit!" He said directing them into the back near the dart board.

"Hey look here. According to this online course I been taking nothing says 'leadership material' better than taking opportunites, right? So what better opportunities we got to put the Vagos outta business than to go shoot up the funeral of their boy lil Al ya'll killed in a drive-by?"

Mai was keeping an eye on Janet the bartender and the other redneck patrons to make sure none of them heard what was being discussed. They had already drawn the attention of the small town patrons as it was being two Asians, two Samoans and a tall black guy with tattoos. It wasn't just a matterof that, however. They knew they weren't regulars. These people drank there every day.

"Nice place for you to suggest meeting up, Lamar. Real inconspicous. Even if there are guys in Los Santos that want us all dead. Couldn't we have just found some high end bar in Vinewood instead?"

"Girl, later for all that. We about the business..." Lamar stated. "Now I know it's a little distasteful and very very early 90ish but..." He threw a dart and Ulu moved his head on instinct. "Fuck it! That's what these folks understand. That's what I'm all about. This is San Andreas. Home of Vinewood. We don't do modern shit here my nigga! We like shit the way it was. Old fashioned gangsta shit. And with that being said, we gonna push up to the funeral and we gonna spray all his homies while they mourning him."

He then laughed loudly. "I swear to God I'm a guru at this gangsta shit! You love it you love it...aight ya'll get luck my niggas but you don't need it cause you down with LD. Moving! " He looked at one of the redneck patrons and said, "Get a job, buster."

They got dressed in funeral clothes and began to head out. Mai took off her headset after listening to Lamar's instruction that they were to jack the ride of some Vagos after killing them as there would otherwise be too many.

"Man, that motherfucker's cool..." Stated Ulu. "I look up to him for real. I mean not as much as the OG's from my hood but still real recognize real and Lamar's a man of the people."

"Yeah, stupid people. I'm sure whoever runs the SOP's is a lot smarter than him. The older Samoan gangsters usully tend to be more business oriented and dress more casually. Why would you look up to him?"

"Damn, Mai why you gotta throw shade?" Asked Mahana. "I've actually fucked the guy and trust me there's things you can learn about a man that you just can't the way you look up to him. Did he ever tell you about some of the shit he got his best friend into two years ago? Months after we started working for him when he started doing oxy and coke on a regular basis? He almost got himself and his friends killed by the Ballas."

"I mean, the Ball Sacks are janky like that. That aint on LD though..."

"Yeah but still he confided in you and you're just gonna say some shit like that? You look down on people from the hood I can tell that about you..." Stated Mahana. "I got to meet your pops a few times and yeah he thinks a lot of the hood shit is bullshit now the way OG's do but he doesn't think he's better than all this he still remembers he belongs to his hood cause it was that hood that saved him from living in communist Vietnam, right?"

"Look...all I'm saying...and Cherry and me discussed this, it's not a privilege to have two parents. And yet guys I've worked with from CGF acted like it was. No. WE'RE not wrong. The single parent households are. Just like I heard people even from my own inner circles..." Now she was referring to some of the college oactivists she had made friends with when she was in college, "Say that graduating from High School is a fucking privilege. It's not. Unless you're an immigrant that speaks little English and has to work to support your family, that's just not true. My dad came here with nothing and despite his gang ties he had legit jobs too."

"But I'm saying..." Cherry added. "You got a college degree too, right? What good has that done you? I mean you're still running the streets with all of us. And I've fucked LD too. But I aint hating on him like you do. What does it say that he's giving orders and you take them?"

"Well, first of all, it's not like I'm looking down on all of you. I think the three of you did the best you could. I would even say the same about his best friend he told me about. Or better yet Big Sway and H Bomb. They came from single parent households and even they show more intelligence than Lamar. 'Big Chief' until he gets a fuckin DNA test, I'm calling bullshit on was right..."

"Who's Paul?" Asked Mahana. "You mean that crazy motherfucker that was in riots against our hoods and your pops?!" Exclaimed Ulu. "Anyway..." Mai continied. "Lamar could at least be a level headed OG if that's what he really wants to do. But he doesn't. He's a poster boy for bad choices. You know how in the 80's the whole just say no and crack is whack ads? Well there's a reason for that. And his initials are LD."

"But you didn't answer the question though..." Stated Cherry. "Your pops came to this country an immigrant with nothing but that's not what YOU went through. You went to college you were in the Army, all that. So why are you out here with us if ye better than LD?"

"Life doesn't always end up the way we expect it to..." Mai said. She couldn't very well tell them she was IAA and using gang crime related money to fund more operations. "But for all of Latard's brilliant fucking ideas, what does he have to show for it? Does he have a big house in Vinewood Hills like his friend Franklin? No. He's just a deluded moron. I deal with him out of nessecity not desire. For all his ideas i bet you if we saw how much money I have in my bank account and how much is his I would overshadow him by a land slide. My apartment is nicer. I bought cars and YES with money I made from illegal means but I still have good credit and I don't have any felonies."

They pulled up and Mai aimed her suppressed MP5 out the window. Ulu aimed two Silenced 9mm's and he yelled, "What that Families like, fool?"

He fired off six rounds from each pistol and two Vagos were hit the first, a male of Mexican American descent with yellowish brown skin standing at 5'8 wearing a yellow football jersey with black letters and a shaved head. He hit the next, a man more dressed up a man of Salvadoran ancestry with deep brown skin standing at 5'11. Three rounds hit this one in the chest. Mahana let her suppressed M3 spark out and she hit a Vago in the heart. Cherry fired as well mowing down the rest.

They got into the car. Mai got on the phone and she pulled the pin on a frag grenade tossing it into her own car as they drove out of there. "Girl what you doing?!" Demanded Ulu. "That was your ride and that motherfucker's clean as fuck! Bulletproof even!"

"That's why God invented insurance. I'll get another one. Good as new."

"Hey, cuzo I don't know how you even got all that money to blow on rides then again maybe I don't wanna know..." Replied Mahana. "That's right. You don't..." Mai shot back. And I don't want to tell you.

They began to drive and Mai ignored whatever Lamar was saying in her ear piece. Mai pulled up to the procession joiming them. "Looks like you good they think you one of them!" He remarked.

"Man, I got six inches and sixty pounds on the tallest Vago!" Boasted Ulu. "They only think we're one of them cause they're facing forward but if they look back we're screwed."

"I should probably say right now this aint just about shooting up a funeral. Not to disrespect shooting up funerals as a worthwhile use of time I mean it just turns out they been smuggling yayo in corpses and that's what's in the coffinsS. So once we hit the Ese's we gonna be bosting dead Mexican taxidermy homie. Finest thanksgiving stuffing like Aunt Lamar used to make."

"Wait a minute. Lamar celebrates thanksgiving? Isn't that like eating pork on Chanukah?" She then chuckled and said, "Wait a minute did I also hear you say Aunt Lamar?" She made a tsk tsk sound. "Yog hais tias nws tsis yog ib qho tsis meej pem, nws yog lwm qhov. Koj pluag tsis meej pem ruam."

(If it's not one delusion, it's another. You poor confused idiot.)

"Girl, shut up! You never gave Paul this much shit when he was around!" Barked Lamar.

"Look, Limp Dick. I'm going to be shooting up a church for you. What I can only assume is Catholic. If I don't end up dead or in jail after today, I'm probably at least getting excommunicated and knowing my dad, there's no telling which of the three he'd hate the most!"

They pulled up getting out. Lamar stated that they needed to hold off shooting until the Vagos were near the graves. One Vago, a man of about 5'9 a mestizo whose family hailed from Tijuana asked, "De donde eres?" Sizing up the four strangers who though dressed appropriate, still looked out of place. Cherry suddenly spoke up in a quick thinking manner. "Soy del templo de varrio...me and her..." Cherry said referring to Mai.

(I'm from Varrio Templo.)

"Orale...what about them?" He asked looking at the two Samoans. "They're from the Aztecas..." The Vago frowned as they walked. Cherry leaned in. "It's okay, compa...the curvy homegirl? She used to get down with the homeboy...both of em actually...and that's her brother."

Mai hoped that it would work knowing the founder of the Aztecas was rumored to be half Mexican and half Samoan but it was a risk given the Vagos and Aztecas having warred in the past. "Lo siento por su pérdida. Estás entre amigos aquí. Hice tiempo con un azteca..." He stated. He gave the Samoan a quick hug from the side to her surprise.

(Sorry for your loss. You're among friends here. i did time with an Azteca one.)

He then said, "Hey let me get your number later, eh. We should kick it, mija..."

They were gathered around. "We're here to pay our respect to the homies. They were soldiers. Both of them. Vagos for life! And death. They lived like men. And they died like men..." Stated a bald cholo. "Eh you know how they say every cloud's got a silver lining? That's bullshit. They're just depressing! And that's what this is. Deppressing."

Mai and the other three gathered around. "I grew up with these men. They were great men. Killers. Fighters. Warriors! Proud members of their community. Then again, some homies left bags full of cocaine in their addicts. So let's not be too sad, ese. Brothers for life! We still got all that coco."

Lamar told them, "Now''s the time. Go hard on them."

Mahana walked up with the silencer to the cholo who had hit on her. "Hey you still wanna party with me, baby?" She fired two rounds into his groin and as he fell over and she ran to cover before any of the Vagos could react, she fired a third shot into his temple stating, "That's how I give a man head and make him bust a nut!"

Mai began to fire with her silenced golden sidearm striking down the first Vago in the chest with a single shot to the heart. The next was aimed for a man with a buzz cut standing at 5'10 and she hit him twice in the right side of the neck and once in the back as he fell down. "Hypothetical question since we're at a church and a graveyard!" She yelled. "Do you think people that shoot up funerals go to hell?! My dad seems to think so!"

She fired eight more shots dropping two more Vagos. "LSV can eat a dick!" Yelled Ulu as he squeezed off ten rounds striking three of them, one in the head and the other two in the shoulders. "I aint no punk ass Azteca! SOP for life!"

Cherry emptied a magazine as one of the Vagos fired an Uzi from behind a gravestone. She managed to hit the man twice in the left thigh and once in the left testicle. Her rounds also hit several others but a stray round from the Uzi did rip into her left bicep. "SHIT!" She cried out. Mai reloaded and she hit another Vago this one a man of Mexican and Central American heritage striking him with three rounds in the right side of his waist and two in the left side of his forehead. Cherry took the Uzi from the deceased Vago and she sprayed off twenty rounds to clear out the cemetery. All that remained was was the cholo who was giving the eulogy. He had disarmed Mahana however and had one Beretta to the back of her head and another firing at them. Ulu took a stray round that grazed his left knee but didn't do much damage beyond a flesh wound and making him bleed.

Ulu was approaching him demanding, "Let her go, bitch!" The cholo fired off six rounds hitting Ulu in the stomach but the SOP had a vest on. Still, he stumbled over a gravestone hitting his head on the ground. "You look like you play football, ese! I'm sure that wasn't your first concussion fucker but it'll be your last!"

Mai had managed to creep up behind him. She put the pistol to the back of the man's head. "Let her go..." The cholo didn't let her go on prinicipal but rather surprise. Mai then forced him to his knees. "For the record...that was a heart felt speech..." She said and she meant it. "I am sorry about your friend and I'm sorry I have to do this to you. But a job is a job..." She fired striking him above his right eye killing him instantly as brain and skull matter decorated the nearest gravestone.

Mahana's heart pounded and she said, "Thanks..." Mai nodded. "Not a problem. For the record...fucking an Azteca's not as bad as it sounds. They're assholes but they know how to fuck if you can look past being called puta..." She said with a wicked grin.

Cherry's eyebrows raised. "We're gonna have to talk about this shit later...I can't believe you'd say that..." Mahana added, "oh we are DEFINITELY gonna talk about this cause I got questions..."

They got to the car they arrived in and had transported their weapons from Mai's Kuruma in. They grabbed their weapons just as several Landstalkers and a few gold Glendales pulled up. Mai was hit with nine rounds in the back as a cholo fired an AK-47 out of the window as he got out. Mai swept them up with the MP5 even as she fell over and she hit three Vagos right away. Cherry began to light them up as one came out of a silver Lamdstalker. Mahana let off her M3 and she struck a Vago in the left knee cap blowing it out and she followed up with a blast to the gut.

Mai sprayed through a black SUV hitting two more on the other side and watched the windows turn red. She emptied her magazine dropping six more Vagos before she and Ulu got into one hearse while Mahana and Cherry got in the other. "I think the Vagos are gonna try and come back at us extra hard later!" Cried Mahana. "So the DNB and SOP's really gotta stand by each other on this shit. I don't know how you can do it without getting more of the hood involved and having to kick up dues but...fuck I mean Ulu's in on this with us so that's why I don't have to! He's already getting his share."

"Yeah well Mai's pops is the one running the set he started the whole thing so I don't think it's gonna be a problem either she can tell him whatever she has to. It won't take much convincing we both hate scraps!"

"Yeah I heard about that. You really hate Aztecas too. That's why I was surprised of all the barrios you could have said we are you said that..."

"Look, I wasn't trying to hit that bitch, all right? And I damn sure wasn't trying to hit a kid I would NEVER do that. But she was there and she was from their hood what was I supposed to do, not kill her? They wouldn't play by those same rules if it was the other way around!"

"I hear ya. And you're right."

"When you think about it the Aztecas don't even really got a right to come after me if you think about it! Or Mai or...the other guy who was with us. I mean they been doing us dirty so long maybe not the Aztecas specifically but then they've been in our zip code for a hot minute beefing so maybe it does give us teh right to hit them you know? Plus they smash on our brothers in prison whether they be TPG or DNB they don't give a fuck. I mean I would have rather we got the fool we were there to get and killing Santa Muerte's girl that just makes it worse. That's why I've been having homies sew the hood up cause on the real, Mahana I'm scared..."

"I would be too. I've heard about that motherfucker. He's crazy. Uso's...nomally we don't fear shit except the demons and most of what our ancestors were scared of. And or ancestors themselves but that motherfucker's like the Grim Reaper. He's earned himself that name where he's from. I don't ant that guy anywhere near me. I always want him far enough to shoot and not close enough to stab cause if I could stab him he could stab me. But it can't be too far..." She chuckled. "Has to be within range of my shit..." She said holding the M3 proudly. Just then, several rounds hit the hearse and the same was true for Mai and Ulu.

Mai fired back as Ulu drove. She fired striking a Vago who was firing on them with an FN Scar from a black Stallion. She hit the shooter first with nine rounds in the ribcage and as he fell slumped over the glass that was broken hanging out the window, his weapon dropped in the street, she hit the driver next as they were driving the opposite directions. Mai hit him with four rounds in the face eliminating him as a threat.

Ulu did what he could firing his silenced 9mm out of the window too. Lamar yelled out, "If there's corpse juice all over the coke I'm gonna be mad as fuck!" Lamar yelled referring to their hearses being shot up. "Are you kidding me? 'Corpse juice'? Are you completely FUCKING MENTALLY RETARDED?!" Mai yelled. "The fuck, girl why you tripping?" Asked Ulu.

"Corpse juice. It's called embalming fluid you fucking coked out idiot! You know that shit you dip marijuana cigarettes in? It's called embalming fluid! You should know this La Turd! You smoke PCP! That would be like me ordering a Big Crack combo meal and not knowing there was processed meat inside! What's next?! You gonna call gasoline 'car food'? No child left behind, people!" Three rounds from an AK-47 narrowly missed her. Mai fired back striking a Vago in a Baller SUV yelling, "DON'T INTERUPT ME!" She struck the man with five rounds in the chest.

She ducked back into the hearse as the rounds kept coming. Another Vago car tried to flank them and Ulu took a deep breath chanting, "Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by..or you may be the next to die..." He squeezed off six rounds striking the driver of the car, a Vaga with bleached hair wearing a black dress and he hit a Vago in the back seat too.

A Vago yelled out, "Hey girl, let me motorboat them titties! Those things are nice!" Yelled a Vago. "HEY!" Mai yelled out firing at the Vago who had said it, the driver of a beige Baller. "That is microaggressions!"

"Not you and your fuckin bee stings! I was talking to the BBW driving the car! What's up mija?" The Vago chuckled looking at Ulu. "I like a big woman, eh!" The Samoan gangster growled, "I aint that fat motherfucker!" He fired three rounds but only one of them hit. The Vago laughed it off and he seemed to be coked out. He then started to make motorboating sounds at Ulu. "LET ME SEE THOSE BIG SAMOAN TITTIES!"

Ulu fired into his face until his magazine ran out. The man was missing a nose and much of his cheek flesh and his top lip was ripped by a round but yet even as he bled and went into shock he was still making the motorboating sound or at least a sound that was close enough to it. Ulu tried to reload and drive and ended up crashing. "JESUS!" Mai cried out as she got whip lash. "And people always worry I'm gonna crash the car!"

"Nah, they worry you're gonna not use your left turn signal, girl..." Mai angrily buried her face in his chest and motorboated him. She beat down his airbag. "You better hope that Vago didn't shit out the cocaine from your little distraction. You know...they say when guys get distracted by titties, they're usually not the guy with the titties getting into car accidents in traffic. Seriously! They say that's the reason why women aren't legally allowed to drive without shirts."

Meanwhile, Mahana was like a surgeon with the shotgun and she picked off three more Vagos causing the driver of a gold Peyote to crash. The passenger was alive and wounded and she tried to shoot him but the shotgun was empty so instead with one hand she threw up the hand sign for VK before ducking back inside. "Long Dick!" Cherry called out to Lamar. "We're almost home. It sounds like Mahana and Ulu hit a rough spot though!"

"It's not THAT long..." Mai protested. "I aint small..." Cherry replied.

Ulu stated, "Actually, I read a study once that dudes with micropenises don't feel insecure about their shit. And it's usually guys with mediums that worry they're too small. So what does that mean the big dick dudes think? They think theirs is average?"

"Just focus on driving, Ulu so we can get these rides back to Latard Odum before something else goes wrong..." Mai growled. "I know he's only supposed to be the one in our ears like in Chuck's Angels but somehow I think if anybody could fuck up even the most simple tasks, it'd be him."

Finally all the Vagos were done for and they made it back to Sandy Shores. Lamar came outside as they parked the Romero's. "That's it. We are back on track, man. We are breaking eggs. We abou to make this great big huge egg thing. Eggs! That's what the word needs! A handsome well spoken leader like me. Poetry. Gangster shit my nigga. Thats what I bring to the table. That and eggs. Lots of motherfuckin eggs..."

Cherry smiled at Lamar. "Yo LD, give me a call later. Maybe I'll uh..eat some of your eggs later..." She stuck her tongue out in a sensual manner. Mai on the other hand sighed. "Yeah...I'd say he's been hitting the 'corpse juice' a little too much. He's making even less sense than before."

With that, they go ready to part ways but Mai had a question for Ulu. "Hey, that should be a wakeup call for you ya know. I'm not trying to sound hypocritical cause I know I do plenty of illegal shit too. But to me it's just business a means to an end. I'm not actually considering myself a hardcore do or die Da Nang Girl. I'm more like a disenfranchised disgruntled vet with a retirement plan. But you heard that guy at the cemetery. It's for life. And you see how that life ends."

"Girl, I hear how you come at the Da Nang Boys like you their mama but you can't pull that with us..." Mahana stated. "We do what we do. You don't know what it was like growing up in these streets. Yeah, you might have been here as a toddler but that aint the same as going from grade one to twelve in Cypress Flats. You lived in South Yankton. it's not the same! Even Minnesota Hmongs get it in more than anything to do with South Yankton."

"Look, I aint saying I'd do this forever and I doubt Mahana will either but we can't just let our enemies walk over us. We'll maybe take it easy someday when shit cools out. We aint gonna do it though when the bullets are flying."

"And what about that funeral? Today that was an enemy but tomorrow that could be you. Or somebody you care about. I don't actually enjoy killing you know. I'm a killer but I'm not heartless. I think about every single life I ever took. Even in the war. I wouldn't say I have PTSD...but sometimes I do dream about them at night."

"Look..my hood...is 32nd street so maybe on my 32nd birthday I'll give this up I been saying that before. But right now? These V Holes be out there."

"You're what, twenty three though? A lot can happen in nine years. That's a big risk. Think about our parents. Mine, yours, all of us you think any of them wanted this for us when we came to America?"

"I don't think most of my family would have wanted there to be a situation where we'd have to come to America..." Stated Mahana. "i got family in Samoa and Hawaii but we see that as an independent kingdom. It aint a state. And Samoa...well I never went to Western Samoa...what they calll American Samoa. I mean my family thats back there never went to that side either. But they never would have wanted us to come here in the first place. We're islanders not mainlanders. But it is what it is."

"Just think about it. I know empathy isn't strong for gangsters. But imagine if that was two of yours getting buried and how it would feel if somebody shot up their funeral when you were already mourning."

"I'd kill them..." Stated Mahana.

"What if you had kids and they got hit? When somebody was trying to come after you for something you did to them?"

"I'd shoot any fuckin thing that moves in their hood..." Stated Ulu. Mai shook her head. "You know what? I'm wasting my time here. We're not in your neighborhood so you don't have to listen to me but I also don't have to sugarcoat it for you. I've seen how this thing plays out. You don't want to listen that's your right. But don't come crying to me if something happens."

They left the area with Mai and Cherry hailing a cab back to LS. Ulu checked his bank account. "Oh shit, Mahana! Lamar left us twenty four g's! Damn! Never let it be said that he doesn't know how to show love."

Paul

With the exception of his last dust up with the black gangsters, he had been on good behavior these last several months. There was no way that he would ever be transferred to medium security so in the time that had passed , being a model prisoner, Jean had managed to convince the warden that it was in the best interest of the Native and Metis inmates to have a sweat ceremony in max too not just medium and minimum. He sighted religious beliefs as the primary factor as to why as well as the possibility of it pacifying violent offenders.

Initially, he had been met with some resistance fot it being told that it showed Natives favoritism. Jean had argued that this was not true and that this was just according to traditional beliefs and hile not all tribes had the same beliefs and not all even had sweat ceremonies, the truth was there was no tribe that banned it and there was no tribe that kept its own from using it. It was universally open to all Native nations even if not every nation did so. In truth, at Paul's home rez, there was some Mohawks even who adopted the sweat ceremony of other tribes, most likely in this case, neighboring Algonquins since they were always surrounded by Algonquins and some Algonquins had even lived in historically Mohawk reservations.

Paul stood out in the yard as the sun was on his skin. He had his eyes closed. Though this was unadvisable for a man with his reputation, he could hear when enemies tried to come after him. Hardline sneered. "Fuckin weirdo. Why's he always do that? You'd think the bastard would get bored just sitting there on the bleachers without even a book on him..."

Jean told him, "Even Metis men are sun kissed and desire the warmth of the rays..."

"Man, you always sound like a poet or something, J..." Stated Seymour. "Seems like you should be teaching at some college or something rather than be in here..."

"In any case, for all you know, K:or is meditating.," Insisted Jean.

"You know...I talked to the warden..." Stated Hardline. "It looks like he might actually consider what your idea was. I mean he's used to you asking for shit. Model prisoner and all?"

"You trying to say your word means more than mine?" Demanded Jean. Hardline froze then said, "Not at all, bro. I'm just saying that if a guy like me that's still in it...still active thinks it's a good idea..." Jean chuckled patting the younger First Nations inmate on the back. "Relax. I'm just messing with ya, skin. And your word does in a way mean more than mine. Maybe not in terms of time and experience but anybody that knows me, knows I'm done. It's more practical for the young brothers to come to you. I appreciate that, Line."

"He said he'd think about it. I mean...usually requests for max is gonna go in the no box but with what you suggested it could actually work, man. We could get the hot heads ceremony. I haven't been to a sweat myself in a while."

"And that's the thing..." Jean said. "The warden should be willing to try it if it'll at least keep some of our boys from being loose cannons. I'm making K:or do this though. I need you to back me up on this. He needs to understand that with what we do in this life...esepecially war whether it be a real war with a government or war on the streets there has to be a ceremony after the fact. That's why PTSD wasn't a factor in the past like it is with today's 's mainstream values rejects the idea that sweat lodges can help. Yet they think it''s real enough to let us have healing units in two wings...they know we know the truth and it's the one thing they'll take us at our word for bur they're too afraid to find out for themselves."

"Don't take this the wrong way, Jean..." Stated Hardline. "But you'd even invite a Dead Beat into a ceremony wouldn't ya?"

"I would if I thought it would benefit them but most of them wouldn't."

"I don't agree with that. They shouldn't ever be anywhere near our ceremonies. Every Dead Beat needs two shots to the back of the head. I'd be doing that on the streets if I wasn't here. Truth e told? I do the sweat to be closer to our ancestors. But I don't feel one shred of remourse for a single one of them I poked up shot up beat...I feel more pity for the IC's I dropped than any biker. And even then...they're little more than scouts for the AOD so...only one of our enemies I'd really like to see peace with Tribal Syndicate. I can't be peaceful with IC. All I see them as is Rez Angels without bikes."

"Maybe that's another reason to get Paul in a sweat lodge. So he doesn't turn into you..." Jean said bluntly.

"He already is me..." Replied Hardline. "He's more 'me' than fuckin me! Only reason he aint as high a patch as I am is cause he's too young. But he's doing life. I still might see the outside someday and if I do, we'll need somebody in here to run things."

"Yeah but since he is going to be the 'you' in here somebody needs to have a level head in here."

Mai

Psycho Killer

Staring out the window as she loaded up her M4A1, she saw that Clayton was there. "You all right?" She asked. She had recently bought herself a house in Cypress Flats to be closer to everything. "Yeah...I just still think about Tina, you know? Me and her...we hooked up a few times you know? That's kinda the thing to do around here but I also had major respect for her as a homegirl. A lot of people saw her as just a hoochie but that aint true. They gotta get to know somebody deeper than that."

"I'm sure you did know her well. Sincerely... I know a lot of guys objectify women and use them just for sex and maybe you did that too. But at the same time even if it starts out that way feelongs grow over time...I mean just look at arranged marriages people loved each other too," She said. "Yeah...you must be pretty torn up about Baby Face too. They were going for me and...on some level it's like me getting shot was supposed to happen but I don't understand why i aint the one either laid up in a coma or in the morgue.'

"You've got survivors guilt..." She stated recognizing it. "The fuck? What?" Asked the Blasian.

"You feel guilty for being alive. And in your case also not in a coma. You feel like you somehow got off too easy right? I recognize it because in many ways I have it from my time in the war. I saw good people die out there. People I expected to make it. You know...it'd be a cliche if I told you that I thought I was going to die going in. I didn't really think of it like that going in. I mostly always focused on just what the job was and outside of that and keeping alive long enough to do my job and keeping my team mates alive, nothing else mattered. But then when I was in the worst of the action it hit me that I^ could die and I thought I wouldn't make it then when the bullets started flying."

"I don't know what I can do for her...they say honor the dead fight for the living..." Began Clayton. "Romeo's here, Papa Thu is here, T mart's here but then Baby Face it's like a coma..."

"What?"

"A coma to me is the closest thing between living and dead. I mean he's not dead but he's not really alive either. All I know how to do for him and Tina is get revenge. Is that enough?""

"It can be if you get the right people. But you also would want to do something different. Try and do something to where in the future you don't see more friends ending up like him."

"What you mean like a peace treaty? I can't do that. It was hard enough doing that inside. You know...you share canteen items with the other side. I ate with Psychos, with Bloodfeathers but i spent every day wondering if one of them was gonna come and try and cut my throat when I was asleep. We always were watching for Vagos in there but the truth is the Psychos always had a better chance at getting me than any of them ever did."

"Why is it that we can put differences aside inside but not on the streets? We say that La Onda and AV only had an alliance inside but they've worked together through the cartel with the Ese's being a middle man for the Aryans needing a shit ton of dope. So if an alliance can extend to the streets for them even when they've been known to cut each other too why cant we do the same with the Psychos?"

"I don't want to..." He admitted. "I wish to Christ I could but I can't. Even if I forgive them for all the shit they did to people that was family to me...I still have to think about homies who aint there that they put in the casket."

"Yeah, I've heard it all before..." Mai said. "The Rifas say that about Vagos, Families say it about the Ballas. Meanwhile more bodies get dropped. If the logic is that you can't have peace cause of what they've done to each other ...how much worse is it going to be the longer it drags on? How many more of their homies will you put in the casket putting even more of your own at risk? It's like a cycle that sees you eating yourselves."

"Yeah but you say that yet you're tooling up to come help us blast on these motherfuckers right?"

"I am but that's because Tina was a fighter that I rode with before and Baby Face is a friend. It has nothing to do with my own ego or hood bullshit I'm doing it cause I want to. I could have just as easily been born in their neighborhood and had this conversation with Buddha insttead."

"Well I'm glad that aint the case. So what's up, ma? We doing this?"

She nodded. "Yep. Let's go pick up T Mart, Gina and Cherry. Romeo too..."

He said, "I boosted us a Burrito for this sht."

They drove a few blocks away to pick the rest of them up. They were solemn getting in. Cherry was given a Type 56, T Mart was given an FN Scar, Romeo had an M3 and Gina had two Uzis. "Where's Papa Thu?" Asked T Mart. "He's sitting this one out..." Mai stated. "I haven't seen him in a few days..."

"That's too bad. Could have used a man who's more deadly than all of us. Didn't he used to be IAA?" Asked Romeo.

Mai's heart stopped cold. "What?"

"IAA. During and after the war. Can't say I agree with that shit but at least I know he's got skills."

"He fought for the south. That doesn't make him IAA..."

"yeah except he told us when we were getting drunk one night..."

Mai's heart began to beat louder. "It's all good..." Stated T Mart. "I mean with the 80's and 90's we had them fools leaving crates of guns in the hood like they wanted us to kill each other but some of them fools got down with us and were in on the drug and gun deals. I don't mind being played a little by an OG as long as he in the trenches with us I don't need to know everything..."

"He told you about that?!"

"Yeah...it aint no big deal..." Stated Gina. "It aint like he's still in it anymore so he's not violating anything."

Cherry looked at Mai and said, "Hey by the way since we're hitting the Toilet Paper Gapers up and they came at us really hard...we called in a favor. A little help from Mahana and Ulu since they had our back before."

"Why? You think we can't handle them all ourselves?"" Mai asked. "They been giving them problems too. They even got their homies from 21st."

"So you're bringing the Families into this?"

"If you're worried w're getting Lamar into this, don't..." Stated Gina. "Just the cuzzins from 21st and Clark. They're good people, Mai. The Psychos give them the blues every now and then too and they know how to hold a grudge. This was my idea if I'm eing honest. We been going back and forth with them too long. It's one thing with the Vagos we can;'t beat them with the numbers but if we chop down the restt of the Psychos we'd have less people trying to kill us and then when we do take the final fight to the Va Ho's it's like...we can stand a better chance against them."

"Yeah but the Psychos are also rivals with the Vagos. If you take all of them out they won't be bothering you but they also won't be bothering the Vagos and if that happens, the Vagos have one less enemy to contend with. Onda would consider it a victory in their 'pacific island' campaign."

"i hear that but it could be really a united front between us, the SOP's and the Families from the 20's. You could look at it like the Vagos are having a hard time now with the Psychos but it wouldn't just be taking out Psychos that kill Vagos. The Psychos also kill Families and SOP's. We can't have them around. We were already dominating these streets more than these fools were. This aint the 90's. But they wanted to make a comeback..." Gina said.

They pulled up to the enemy hood and sure enough, they saw an ocean green Peyote that Ulu was driving and Mahana was with him. Ulu carried a IMI Galil while Mahana had a P90. Plus there was a dark green Glendale with four SOP members, the first was a Samoan male of about 5'10 but with a muscular build and he had his hair tied back in a tribal bun and he had tattoos all up and down his neck. He carried a 12 Gauge Remington 1800 and wore a Corkers jersey on and a mint colored Magnetics cap on backwards and baggy blue jeans. The next was six feet tall and he wore a black wife beater and had his arm muscles tatted with Samoan ink that Mai was unfamiliar with and he had black jeans and had shaved head and sunglasses. He carried an MP5. The next Samoan was a female and she wore a dark blue midriff top with a gold belly piercing and she stood 5'6 and she had her black hair in a ponytail.

She had her ponytail spray painted ocean green. She had an AK-74. The next girl was part Chinese and had eyes more resembling them. She was short and pudge about 5'4 and she carried an Ithacha 37. In a white Voodoo were two more SOP's. The first was six foot five and had a handle bar mustache and neck length black hair and wore a white wife beater under a mint colored checkered flannel jacket and he carried a Mac-10. The next was half Fijin and he was the darkest of them all and had his hair in tribal Maori style braids and he was about a hundred pounds overweight and he carried an MP7.

There was also a Rumpo with four Families members. The first was a dark skinned black male with a buz cut and lazy eyes that he hit behind a pair of Loc Down sunglasses and he wore a Feuds cap on backwards and a green and white varsity jacket. He had an AR-15. The next was a lighter skinned black guy with cornrows standing six feet tall and he wore a light green checjered shirt over a black long t shirt and blue baggy jeans and he had a green bandanna around his forehead. He carried an M14 and he looked to be in his thirties. The next Families member was a female with light skin and long brown hair and she wore a green beanie and a white blouse and black khakis and she carried a Mac-11. Another was a darker skinned black male with a buzz cut and beady brown eyes and he wore a black t shirt under a black jacket and dark blue jeans. The only indication of his gang affiliation was the green bandanna around the neck. He carried a Stryker.

Cherry greeted them. "What's up, Y Loc?" She asked greeting the man with the cornrows. "Glad to see you could make it."

"hey, girl you know what? Don't even worry about it. Truth is we been waiting to chip these niggas off anyway. Two of those little bitches jumped on my lil cousin and put him in the hospital. I been itching to show them what happens when you fuck with some kin to me..." Replied Y Loc. Cherry introduced him to Mai. "This is Mai Thu. Papa Thu's daughter. That's Y Loc, Tanya, and that's Mill..." She said referring to the cross eyed man. The 20 year old nodded, "Yo what up, mama? They call me Skinny Mac."

"Come on...let's get it..." Stated Y Loc. "i did my homework. Them niggas are up in that titty bar right now. They having some bachelor party for one of they boys getting hitched. Pretty sure that's one of the bitches that fucked my cousin up. Anyway, these bitches been getting handsy with the ladies up in there and they paid the bouncers to not do shit."

"So in other words if somebody's finna teach them a lesson it has to be us..." Stated Tanya.

"Is that motherfucker Monster in there?" Demanded Clayton. "Yeah..." Stated Ulu. "Who do you think is in there violating the no touching rule?"

"Well did anybody find out if that motherfucker Roach is with him? Cause I know it was one of those two that killed Tina and shot Baby Face, man!" Growled T Mart. "We gotta get these motherfuckers, bro!"

"I don't know about all that, fool! I didn't scope out if they're all in there. Just some of them and yeah the main crew is in there. Some of the bitches is getting fresh with the strippers too..." Noted Y Loc.

"Damn, I wouldn't mind seeing that..." Chuckled Romeo. "But then...once a Toilet Paper has touched a woman she's fuckin tainted."

They made their way into the strip club. Near the door was a male and a female TPG member. Mai did not hesitate. She fired striking the male, a tall Asian of about six feet with spiky black hair a white t shirt and a silver chain around his neck while rocking a Pounders jacket in the chest. The rounds painted his white and gray appearal red very fast as the rounds went through him. Mai fired onto the homegirl next, a Laotian female standing at 5'1 with dark brown skin wearing a silver midriff top and black jeans. She hit her in both breasts and they popped deflating as blood and tissue exploded from the wounds and fat cells were exposed through the holes in her shirt. "Well, those are real!" T Mart cracked. "What's up, bitches?!" He screamed as he fired striking down a male TPG member of Hmong ancestry striking the main in the face blowing his brains all over an African American stripper's blue wig and she screamed.

Four stray rounds did hit the stripper in her left leg however and Mai warned T Mart, "Careful where you're shooting, idiot! We don' want to shoot the victims in here!"

"Yeah...!" Added Romeo. "Matter of fact, we might just want to take this place over! Could use a good place to clean our money!" Cherry fired the Type 56 at a Psycho who was half Laotian and half white, his father had been anglo. The man had green eyes yet they were shaped like an Asian and he stood at 5'10 and he wore a black t shirt and a gray bandanna. She hit him in the stomach with seventeen rounds. He fell over soiling himself as he lay dying against a stripper pole. Just moments before he'd been crawling on the stage himself to steal a fifty dollar bill from a stripper's g string.

"Which one of you niggas jumped my lil cousin?!" Demanded Y Loc as he fired striking down two Psychos. "Where the motherfucker with the silver Vepid?!" An Asian American of Cambodian ancestry aimed at Y Loc firing an Uzi but instead, an SOP was hit by the rounds as Y Loc ducked down by the stage just in time as he needed to reload. Mahana saw the damage that the Cambodian had done and she returned fire. She struck him with fifteen rounds in the stomach and chest and he fell at her feet as she shredded him. Another Cambodian, this one fresh off the boat and only standing five feet tall, also fired and he fired a Glock 18 and two stray rounds hit Romeo in his left leg. Romeo returned fire hitting the man with a shot to the stomach.

The Families member from 21st street, Tanya, fired on a female Psycho hitting her in the back before she could fire at Mai. "Thanks..." Mai said. "You owe me one..." She replied. The gang member known as Mill fired upon a bodyguard striking the man in the chest. The bodyguard was a Samoan as were at least half of the bouncers. He struck another down with a head shot but seconds later, he was hit with five rounds in the left temple from another bouncer who was strapped with a .45 and was firing away. "Fuck! This bitch killed the homie Mill!" Cried Skinny Mac and he fired the Stryker in anger hitting the bodyguard in the neck. Ulu spotted one of the bouncers had Sons Of Polynesia tattoos.

"Brah, what the fuck are you doing?!" He demanded. "You're supposed to be on our side, bro!" The bodyguard yelled, "I'm outta the game, Uso! You should be too. Now you're either gonna die or end up n jail!"

"I respect a man going straight!" Yelled Mahana. "But if you're working a 9 to 5 but you get paid off by the Psychos to be an asshole that aint going straight that's being a turncoat bitch!" Ulu struck the man down with the IMI hitting him in the right ribcage. The man fell over bleeding. "It's you who dies today, punk...'" He growled. "Bending the fuck over for some Toilet Paper Gapers, man?"

"I was just..." Coughed the ex gang member, "Trying to feed my kids...the right way..." The Samoan gang banger shook his head. "Well it was the wrong way cause now you aint seeing them again..." He lifted the Isreali Rifle and fired into his face. He fired drilling a hole straight on through to the back even after the first round had exited his skull he wanted to see round after round exiting the gang traitor's head as it got bigger. The Psychos had brought out the bigger guns from the office. They had Assault Rifles and Mai felt five rounds from an M4 hit her in the back. She had to stay low and she returned fire striking a man across the room in his belt line with six rounds. Clayton screamed with rage as he fired striking four Psychos down watching them fall on top of each other. "FUCK YOU BITCHES! THIS IS FOR BABY FACE!"

"Where the fuck is Monster?!" Demanded Romeo. He fired hitting a male Psycho in the face blowing his head clean off. Gina sprayed across the room and almost hit two strippers as she did but most of them had run away. She also wounded a female Psycho hitting her in the left hip but the woman was pulled to cover. Another SOP member, meanwhile was hit with ten rounds in the back from a Laotian male with long brown hair in a ponytail wearing sunglasses and a black bandanna and a white t shirt and gray baggy jeans. He hit the one who was half Fijin and as the wounded gang member fell over he let him have another five in the stomach. "SOPK, bitch!" He screamed. He took two rounds from the side, however as Skinny Mac fired into him. The Psycho fell over but as he went down, another Psycho whom Mai had seen on the other side of the fight before, fired an 870 Shotgun striking the 20 year old from behind blowing out his shoulder blade. As he fell over, she fired again this time hitting him in the spine. She then took cover just outside the exit.

"You fuckin bitch!" Screamed TT firing at her but she was too late to hit her.

Y Loc fired angrily having to reload a lot due to the magazine not being as ample as the selections of his friends but he took the dropped AR-15 as he spent his last magazine. He spotted the Psycho he had tagged. He recognized him. The man had six large holes in his right and left side, three on each side. The man was a Cambodian of Khmer ancestry with a buzz cut and a thin mustache and gold eyes and he was 5'6 and 145 lbs wearing a white LS t shirt and baggy blue jean shorts. "Yeah i see your bitch ass. You one of the fools that laid up my lil cousin."

The gang member had a spare USP which he tried to fire but Y Loc fired into his hand through his middle knuckle and he howled in pain. "Where's that bitch Sly at? I know he's up in here. That little bitch always in the titty bars trying to get with strippers. Him and that faggot Monster."

"FUCK YOUR COUSIN!" He screamed trying to reach for the pistol with his good hand and he did it so fast the Families member missed the next shot aimed at his hand so he got the gun but this time the 21st street thug fired and hit theh Psycho in his heart. "Two of ya'll bitches jumping on one...that's some pussy shit..."

The dying gang member was choking on blood as he held his heart but he said, "Like...you Tranny's...never...did...?" He tried to lift the pistol up to shoot but Y Loc fired and hit him in the right eye socket. Just then, an Asian gangster came out from the corner where he'd been ducked down with a Mac-10. "Hey bitch I heard you were looking for me!" He yelled. The Families member growled, "SLY!"

The East Asian gangster was faster and he fired his magazine off and while the Families member had a vest on and it was only nine rounds left in the magazine, most of which hit him in his vest, four did find flesh. The first hit his right hip, the second went through his right palm and out of the back of his hand. Before he had time to scream in agony, the third found his fleshy part of his left thigh and the fourth hit him in the right side of the jaw. "I beat your cousin's ass before. Now I'm gonna go find his ass at the hospital and finish him!" Vowed the Psycho. He exited the building as did several other Psychos. Tanya held the wounded gang leader in her arms. "Come on, bro get up!" He was not respnsive, however as he had lost consciousness.

Meanwhile, Ulu had disarmed a Psycho, the last one to remain in the building and he was swining on him. The Psycho was 5'9 and he tried to hit Ulu back and he did but the Samoan slammed him into the wall of the back office. "Let me shoot this punk, Ulu. Get outta the way!" Implored Mahana. "No...I'll make this punk a deal. If he can get past me in a fight nobody will shoot him."

The Psycho threw a hard right punch and a kick to the side and he followed up with another kick but Ulu caught his foot and punched him in the face drawing blood. If it was true that the SOP gang member towered over most Vagos in height, the same was just as true for a Da Nang Boy or Psycho. He drop kicked the smaller man in the chest winding him. The Psycho weakly got up and charged at him head butting him and he threw a left hook at half strength busting the Samoan's lip but the Samoan used his size advantage against him.

He slammed him against the mirror in the office head first and then put his knees on his back. "Where the fuck do we find Monster?!" He demamded. "My homie here wants to know!" He growled referring to Clayton who had his weapon aimed at the downed rival just in case. "I don't know where the fuck he is , man!" The Blasian gang member intervened. "Bullshit!" He said kicking him in the ribs. "You motherfuckers know where you kick it at. I know...I fucked up...i killed TJ. I didn't want to I'd have much rather killed Monster or Sly or Buddha, man. So he has business with me and I got it with him but he killed Tina. And he almost killed my boy Baby Face."

"That wasn't Monster you dumb fuck! That was Roach!" Growled the weakened gangster. "Where's Roach?!" Demanded Ulu. "He's back in Cineza where he's from, man! That's all the fuck I know!" Clayton shook his head. "No brain having piece of shit!" He fired every round into the gangster's skull until he literally had no brains left in his skull and no eyes or flesh on his face.

Ulu grabbed the manager, a Salvadoran American man and held him in a chokehold. "You're gonna let us clean our money from now on in this place. SOP's Da Nang Boyz and the Families. No more Psychos, no Vagos no Marabunta or Aztecas come in here you got it?"

"I got it!" The man choked out. He let him go and Ulu held his hand out. "Shake on it like gentlemen..." The man reluctantly did and they shool hands. "Cool..." Ulu said. "Now you get some sleep. The cops are gonna be here soon to ask you questions. Make sure and say the right things..." He then cold cocked the strip club owner knocking him out.

They all ran out of there and they got back to their respetive vehicles. They kept the bandannas on but Romeo due to his injuries was slowed down. Mai laid down covering fire as Clayton drove and she calld to Romeo, "Get in!" He had a feeling he wouldn't make it but he was closer to the car that had belonged to one of the deceased SOP members. He took the white Voodoo but not before firing a shot at the windshield of a police cruiser and he ducked into the car and floored it. "I'll meet you back there! I'm gonna shake these pigs! We gotta split up and meet up later!"

He was hit with two rounds as he drove and he cried out but he kept driving. "We should help him!" Mai said but Romeo angrily returned fire at the police officers squad cars before taking off turning the corner.

Mai fired out of the open door and she struck a member of the Cypress Flats Police Department hitting the driver a sandy haired Caucasian male in his early 40's with graying facial hair standing at six feet. Mai hit him in his vest but she also hit him in his throat sawing it across the throat leaving a line of rounds across his throat. Clayton gritted his teeth as he sped up towards 21st and Clark and he growled, "After this shit is over and the heat dies down I'm going up to Cineza."

"We have cops on our asses, Clay!" Mai warned. "Don't you think that's more important?!"

"She's right, Clay. We won't be able to get the bitches that shot Baby Face if we don't survive this shit..." Cherry insisted.

"We need a fuckin diversion!" T Mart said as he reloaded. Gina got on her cell phone. "I need your help!" She hollered. "Just follow the sirens. Nhận mông của bạn ở đây!"

Mai was hit by a man who fired hitting her in the head. She fell and almost fell out of the van. "Fuck! She's hit!" Screamed T Mart. "How the fuck are we gonna tell Papa Thu?!"

"She's alive..." Stated Gina. "Goddamn it, Claude!" Screamed one of the officers, a black male officer in his early 40's with stress wrinkles on his face at his white partner. "You loaded the fuckin bean bags you idiot! We want to put them down!"

T Mart growled, "EAT LEAD SHIT!" As he emptied the SCAR into the officer who shot Mai. "The fuck are we gonna do, man?! She's out cold!" Cried Cherry. "We've been doing this before she came out here. Just hold on!" Gina replied. The gang members tore through 32nd street. "Fuck...bet Mahana and Ulu are gonna want to stay away from there for a few days!" Cried Cherry.

The police had a road block. Mai was speaking as she was unconscious. "Mmmm...that's it Gerard Butler...work that speedo and sword baby..." Cherry fired hitting the driver of the car with the shotgun. She hit him with a shot to the forehead. "REAL BULLETS! THAT'S WHAT A REAL PARTNER HAS!"

They spotted a road block up ahead. N.O.O.S.E had put spikes in the road. They started to fire. "Oh man, we're gonna die!" Screamed T Mart. "Grow a pair, you idiot!" Screamed Clayton. He floored it and rounds started to fill up the car. But just as they were nearly about to all be killed, the N.O.O.S.E roadblock was distrupted. A stolen gray Baller rolled on the other side of them and four gang members sprayed them down with SMG's. Kimmy and Rachel pulled up and three of the N.O.O.S.E agents were hit. "That's our cue! Get us outta here!" Screamed Gina.

Clayton sped off and they drove towards the LS River heading underground. As they waited and drove, tense, Mai mumbled, "I don't like Howard Stern he's gross...I heard he always has green slime in his anus at any given time..."

They eventually got word that it was afe to come up after Kimmy and Rachel had shaken the N.O.O.S.E agents and burned the stolen vehicle. When Mai woke up, she had a massive headache.

She held her head as they saw a Da Nang Boy member pull up with new stolen van and theygot in after destroying the old one. "Where's Romeo?" She asked.

Paul

He had a visitor. He thought it would be Mai but to his surprise it was a Cree man in his early 50's. He knew him since he was a teenager just a bit after he killed his father when he had gone up to Canada again just to check on things with the Warriors. Luke Little Crow was his name. He was a tribal lawyer originally but he had made it big in Winnipek and he also ended up still having an office back on the rez. He was a Woodland Cree after all. And a lot of people needed legal defense. He was not really Paul's lawyer but he could pretend to be. He had all the right paperwork to make it look legit. He had arranged to have it look that way because he knew that Shep wanted to get a message to him.

"So you're Gore huh? Your reputation proceeds you. They said you were young but you damn near got a baby face. Except for the scars."

"So I've been told. Anyway, what's up? Why did Shep want to reach out to me? I got his wire and all and he's actually asking me what to do about the thing with the Jamaicans?"

"Yeah...is that so hard to believe?"

"Seeing as he's the leader, yeah it kind of is. Besides...why wouldn't he just ask Jean?"

"Jean and Shep...have a very different way of doing things. Shep respects the way Jean used to be when HE was Shep's age in there taking on bikers. But with his more toned down attitude, he sees him as just a glorified dropout coasting on the respect of yesterday to not get himself shanked. And Hardline...well he would get advice from him on this...but then Hardline still answers directly to Jean or at least he takes advice from him. Hardline's a hardcore guy but Jean is like the angel in his ear."

"Yeah but as young as I am? I'm not an OG..."

"Don't sell yourself short, Redwood,. You've earned more sripes fo the warriors than a lot of originals did in their short and tragic lifetime. I've seen these kids from their early days and a lot of them didn't make it."

"So why are you taking money to pass along info for gangsters? I mean that IS what we did in San Andreas using lawyers and all but I still don't know why you'd want to do that...you got a reputation."

"I can still do a lot of good with this money I make and to do a lot of good you have to do a little evil. Still a capt

"How you holding up, kid?" Asked the lawyer. "This aint exactly club fed, man..." Replied Paul. "No, it aint. But I keep in contact with Jean. You really should consider sweat lodge. Good for your soul,"

"So I've been told. What's this shit about the Jamaicans?"

The lawter told him everything they were doin to try and get Danny's killer. Paul was sad he had died too and if anybody was clos to making him consider spiritual treatment it was him. Maybe as a final act of respect for his lost neechie. "There's also another thing..." The lawyer said in a hesitant voice. "Sun Kang reached out too. He's used me a few times in the past. He said that he wanted to make a little peace offering. He says that he has something you would want. His price is high though. He insists that for the time being...Shep doesn't make a move on Teranto. That he doesn't try and take over territory there again. He said he doesn't care if he operates on reservations in the province but the city is Dragon Circle turf."

"Who does this yellow bitch think he is? That's OUR stomping grounds. Not just on a gang bang basis. It's fuckin history. And you KNOW that, Luke. We might hav fought each other for centuries your forefathers and mine over the same forrests but it was like two siblings. We got there on foot not on boats like those midgets. Tell Sun Kang he can blow me. As for Shep...if he's using me just cause of my expertise...i don't know I'll have to think about that. Cause he might be asking me what he thinks he should do...leadership advice wise...but i think we both know what he'd prefer too. It's really Dawn and maybe to a point, Chogan talking some sense into him."

"Their terms are fair. They said that you can even have your old crew exact revenge on Lucifer for you. They'll try and serve him up even. But he thinks because of your war of aggression on the Dragon Circle Tong the Warriors should wait at least five to ten years before trying to expand into Teranto again."

"This motherfucker...what does he think he could possibly offer me that I'd ever say yes? Lucifer? The Warriors and the pigs...both are closing in on him. Word is out. He's green lit with top priority over any other Dead Beats. Even a prospect will live longer than he will. And even if the pigs get him...well they'll probably put him in some protective prison or just put him in a yard full of bikers. And even if my crew gets him...it won't be my revenge. Even if I tell them how to do it. they'll get to take part but I won't"

"In all honesty..." The lawyer said, "From what i heard, Dawn was part of your love triangle with Aila too, right?"

"So what? You some kinda Christ Fag? Don't get all holy on me."

"Point is, she loved Aila too, right?" Paul paused a moment taken aback by the question. "Yeah...yeah she did. It broke her too when she died. She doesn't blame me for what happened but at the same time...at least her love didn't kill Aila...mine did. My love killed her."

"I don't think that's true. Love doesn't work that way. I been married thirty five years to the same woman. All I'm saying here is since you can't be on the outside to do what you gotta do to Lucifer...maybe it's just good enough that she gets to in her own way. She can get revenge for the both of you. And for Aila."

"I guess that's what I'd have to settle...but I know the Triads don't have him yet. If they did, one of the Chinese in here would have said something to me cause their boys inside benefit from this truce too. That's what you're saying, right? Whether the Dubs and the DC's continue to fight depends entirely on whatever I decide, enit? If that's true, that puts me in a bigger position of power than Sun Kang even though he's on the streets and I'm here."

"Yeah but don't get too big for your boxers. Being less powerful out there is still better than being more powerful in here. What he's offering is something you want...maybe not more than Lucifer but just as much. The name Liúmáng mean anything to you?"

"Yeah...he shot my mom."

"He has information for you about him. Now he can't really offer you the same as what your girlfriend and your brothers..." He said referring to Shep, Joe and Chogan, "Can with killing Luc. But if he tells you what he knows about him...you can use what he tells you against him. Because you see...Liúmáng...has cost them a lot. And the truthis he's been missing for some time. He's not who he says he is."

"I'm gonna have to have a conversation with shep...and Dawn. I have a cell in here. Make sure they call this number..." He wrote it down. "i'll get back to Shep about the thing with the Yardies and the guys that hit Danny...I guess in a way...I'd be asking him for a favor as much as he is from me..."

As the lawyer got ready to leave, Paul said, "There's just one more thing...I know about Neto...my friend in San Andreas...he's been having some dealingw with the Yakuza lately. i don't know how much. But he showed me a picture of their leader. Said his name was Yoshida and this guy was the fuckin spitting image of Liúmáng. Except Liúmáng is Chinese and Yoshida is Japanese obviously. Yakuza and Triads...it's like apples and oranges. I need you to find out what you can about this Yoshida. Call Neto at this number..." He said writing it down. "And after youdo that...I want you to reach out to Sun Kang and compare notes. Because this shit is too weird to not be some deep shit."

The lawyer told him, "I'm gonna tell you a little secret kid. I don't want you repeating itl It could get me killed. And i have a wife and five daughters. Now listen...the Dragon Circle...and this Liúmáng character. In Mandarin that means Rogue by the way. He's been rumored to have also done work for the Japanese too. Except his real name is Li Tsung and the Triads say he's never worked for them.. Sun Kang confided in me that he was acting strange a few years ago. Around the time your mother was shot. He was sent to do a job in Beijing. Some deported man that owed the Dragon Circle money. Except he came back from that job different. When he was there before he was a lt more jovial. At least among his fellow Triads. But when he got back he was somewhat distant. Colder."

Paul sighed. "Fine. Just find out what you can."

He went back to the yard. By this time, Paul was now fully in shape having worked out all these months. He had gone from being almost 300 lbs, 295 being the most he'd ever weighed, to 200. He had marginal abs in terms of being ripped but his biceps had gotten larger and pairing this with his broad shoulders that had remained despite the weight loss, it more than made up for him not having the most impressive six pack. It didn't matter, however as even just having a six pack was something to take pride in. He felt like a moron, though that it took going to prison to get in shape. The place where it probably mattered the most and yet didn't matter at the same time since it wasn't like he'd ever make love to a woman again. There were female CO's but he hadn't seen any First Nations ones.

Just then, three men approached him on the yard. The first was a first generation Canadian son of African immigrants, his parents hailing from Mali. He was as big as Paul except his head was bigger. He was rather ugly and had a mean look to him but he didn't have an accent that he looked like he would have. The second was a lighter skinned black male of Somalian descent. He had very curly hair but not frizzy and a thin nose and lips smaller than Paul that was reminiscent of Caucasians. He was about six feet tall, shorter than Paul but not by much and he was not muscular but he was scrawny yet athletic. The third was a man of Afro Canadian ancestry between the two men in hue and he had a haircut only about an inch long but in the back was the area code. "You know you fucked up, right?" The third man stated.

"How's that?" Paul replied. "The niggas that beat on that motherfucker right? The one you stepped in for? You gotta respect the game, man. They was putting in square ass niggas in here even get that shit, man and they know it aint nothing personal it's just the little homies putting in work."

"Yeah well maybe it's kind of a chicken shit way to prove you got heart. You gotta rush somebody instead of giving him a fair fight?"

"This is prison, chief. Aint shit fair in here."

"Maybe not but jumping on somebody isn't proof of shit. Any pussy can do that. If you were really serious you'd just tell them to shank somebody. But even then that would be bad for you. You stab him, you drive other skins that aint in the crazy life rightto our arms. Maybe not even us. Maybe Indian Clique. Or the Tribal Syndicate. They might be my enemies but none of them are people you want to fuck with either."

"I'm from Lightning Bay, partna. Niggas run the east side of this country. Rez dogs run the west."

"And you're in the Manitou Institute, asshole. Who do you think carries more clout in here? But you know what? You do have a point about one thing. I know about you guys and what you got going on on the outside. you sling. In Lightning Bay...guys actually do more damage to our community than any of our own dealers, man. I'll admit. Winnipek? It's a cut throat city and I aint proud of it and I'm glad I aint from hhere cause I've seen dcumentaries of skins that were pimping not only beating and abusing our sisters in the worst ways but to add insult to injury, they cut their fuckin braids off to humiliate them. But in LB? It's you bastards."

"So?" Sneered the first man. "So...i know exactly who the three of you are too. You're in here for aggrivated assault. One of our veterans came to meet with you in Lightning Bay. Pointed out that you could have some ethics about dealing. To not cut so much fentanyl in your shit cause you're killing customers..." Paul knew he didn't need to emphasize that the majority of the customers of these black gansters were Indigenous.

"Yeah and? Don't nobody tell us how to run our business..." The Somalian stated. "We do..." Paul stated. "See I don't need to approach you three faggots with backup. I'm not afraid of you but you are of me if you need the three of you to talk to me."

Hardline and Buckeye came up. "These fuckers giving you shit, K:or?" Asked Hardline mad dogging the three. "No problems here, man."

"Yeah, aight..." The Afro Canadian said. "We catch you on the flip, homie."

"I'm looking forward to it, bitch..." Paul stated. He had just thrown out the forbidden word. Canada had many differences from the US. Natives didn't fight with blacks as much as in the United States in addition to fighting Anglos. In Canada most skins just saw the whites as the problem and everybody else didn't really matter. Most Canadian First Nations didn't understand the racial realities and anger of Natives in the US of English speaking tribes in addition to the urban Chicano in the South West and the Salvadoran. There wasn't the Aryan Vanguard or Onda or Nuestra Syndicato or the Black Guerilla Army. There wasn't death row. But the word bitch meant the same thing in a Canadian prison as it did in the US. You didn't throw it out if you weren't willing to fight.

"Yo, KC, you gonna just let him talk to you like that?" Demanded the Somalian. The Afo Canadian responded, "Hell no. We'll be seeing you big boy. Real soon. "

"Do me a favor. When you come at me can you do it in silence? Your voice is annoying and a little gay."

Hardline shoved Paul. "You know you're gonna have to really watch out for that dude now, right? You called him a bitch. The fuck is wrong with you?"

"A bitch is a bitch. And I know what that means for me. It's not like him and I are gonna settle up on the yard. I don't want to lose yard time. i just got out of solitary."

"You looking to get the whole pen locked down? And get your own ass thrown into ad seg again?"

"We'd be on lockdown two weeks, tops. Fuck them. They know they can't afford to lose out on all that cheap labor."

"You're just in a rage, bro..." Buckeye stated. "Honestly, you think that's leadership to fight and be a crash dummy but man, that aint cool."

"You know what it means to be a lifer in here, Buckeye? All i got is my rage. I can try and channel it in a smarter way. More constructive. At least a more constructive way to fuck them up. But it's still rage. The lifers in here a lot of them still have parole dates or board reviews. You don't even got life. These lifers can some day get out for good behavior, man! I'm not one of them."

Meanwhile...

Romeo knew the cops were coming and there was nothing he could left the 24-7 clerk and the two bodies barring the door and he was in the back near the wine. "Come out with your hands on your head! There's nowhere to go! We got the place surrounded!" After a two hour manhunt, it was now dusk and he was at the 24/7 in Strawberry.

Romeo had a choice to four rounds already in him, he knew he wouldn't make it. Not to a car. Even if he shot his way out, to get to a car it would be optmistic to a point of being unrealistic to think he would be able to make it to said car and drive away without any of them putting a bullet in his head. And even if by some miracle he did get away, there was no way they wouldn't just find him later and arresthim. But surrender wasn't an option either. He couldn't do life in prison. He'd have to snitch on his homies and spend the rest of his life in prison. Part of him wouldn't have minded giving up Mai and Khoi. He hated Khoi, and he didn't hate or like Mai but he valued his own ass more.

He also still had love for all the homies. For Cherry, T Mart and Baby Face. And in a way he knew Mai was their best chance of surviving. He also thought of her father once again. While it was true that he was a better leader in terms of strategy and tactics and smarts, Romeo doubted he had the same loyalty to the hood as he did and that was why Romeo would always be more of a leader than he ever would. Knowing now that her father had been in the IAA he knew that meant that he likely used and sacrificed assets. And while he might have founded the gan he had been out of the game since the 80's and had not been back in a long time.

Sure, some knew him by reputation and the brothers in prison that were doing life knew him but the younger homies still in the game largely did not and the people Khoi had run with on the streets were long since dead. Even ten years being away from a hood was a long time. Enough time to lose everybody you knew to the streets. How much more so was over thirty years?! The truth was that Khoi likely was willing to die for his own family and he might do what he could to help the gang members under him when it suited him but he doubted he would be willing to catch a bullet or a case for any of the homies. Not for Baby Face, Cherry, Gina, T Mart, Clayton or anybody else.

The truh was, Romeo didn't believe he could do life for the homies either. But he could do the other thing. Even if he wasn't a perfect leader this would make him better than Khoi.

He saw the red light beams shining through the windows and knew they were sniper scopes. He tossed out the Shotgun. "I'm coming out!"

He showed his head and they did not fire. "Hands up!" The officer with the megaphone ordered. "On your head!" He got down to one knee. "No, come out where I can see you!" Romeo yelled, "Officer, I'm shot! I can't move very well! All my homies...at the titty bar they died!"

"Just step out son! This is almost over! We'll get you medical attention!" He didn't think they believed him and they likely would still be after the rest of them still out there. He tried to lie. "You shot my homies in the van too! You killed them! How do I know you won't kill me?!"

"We didn't kill them! The van was burned and abandoned!They're still out there. Worry about yourself, kid!"

"You're lying!" He shouted. "You hit my boy Half Pint in the head! And my homegirl Tara was the one told me. They were bleeding out after that shit and Tara had a slug in her stomach!" In truth, Romeo was just making up names but the way Da Nang Boyz had recruits from Asia there illegally, the officers didn't know all of them. Still, he negotiator had a look on his face to himself that suggested, Does this punk kid know something I don't?

"Just come out! It's over!"

He stood up and moved and rounds were fired at him. He picked up the patron he had tied up. He had both Glock 17's aimed and they saw the pistols before they saw he had the woman. "GUN!" They yelled. The rounds came cracking at her and the woman was shredded with slugs as the N.O.O.S.E agents fired. "CEASE FIRE CEASE FIRE!" Yelled one of them. He began to fire himself. He struck an LSPD officer, a Mexican American woman with two rounds in her right forearm causing her to fall to cover behind the squad car. He hit a Chinese American male officer in the chest with three rounds in his stomach hitting the vest and one round hit him in the side of the neck on the right side.

Next was an African American female N.O.O.S.E agent which he hit with just one round in her left leg. Following this, he hit her Captain, a male Caucasian of about six feet in his early 50's with a red goatee to match his hair. He hit him in his face shield and Romeo was unsure if it had wounded him or been fatal beyond him falling down.

He never got the chance to find out. A sniper round pierced through his heart. He barely had time to fall down from it as it was just one of many. Fifteen rounds hit him in the chest, six hit him in the right thigh, four in the left shin, twenty in the left arm, a shotgun blast to his right arm. Even as he was falling and his world was falling and fading, Romeo thought that he recognized the bang of an M3. He lost consciousness as his right knee was blown out by another shotgun blast from a different cop. His bones were sticking out from the shotgun but he was no longer aware of it.

He fell over and the next thing he knew he was standing above his bloodied and bullet ridden body and felt that he must have been shot at least a hundred times.,his nose was missing courtesy of a well aimed shot from a Sgt. He could not see the man who had done it. He could only see his sillouette behind a squad car. As the N.O.O.S.E agents closed in on his body, Romeo couldn't help but laugh as one of them actually felt his neck for a pulse.

He looked up and down and around waiting for something to come and take him to whatever his final plane of existence was, as after all, him being sentient when his body was not proved there was life after death but he saw nothing. He saw the woman he had used as a human shield standing there looking in surprise at herself and then she glared at him. Without a word, Romeo exited the 24/7 and walked past the police officers standing over the blood bath.

Neto

Dockington City

August 21, 2015

"Welcome back the Talking Retards. I'm Chris Harddick and this is Andrew Stinkin,, Lott M Pimple and Robert Cuckman, creator of the Walking Retards."

"God, please no why the fuck didn't you kill me off?! This show is fucking shite, mate! It's been shite since season 4! I never get to see my real family! Robert Cuckman has me in slavery! And Lott M Pimple just did a crap sendoff just to get three more fuckin movies? What the bloody hell was the point of my flashback with Shanus if I didn't even get to be reunited with Whorie and Coral?! Coral. COOOOORAL!" He howled breaking into his southern accent.

Meanwhile Chris Harddick made a bunch of nonsensical unintelligible remarls. "Hue hue hue spaghettiti tuesday hue hue hue mother dick hue hue hue farmer Rick hue hue hue dolphin smooth."

Scott M Pimple, a weasel of a red haired man with a beard who was seemingly humorless man said, "No Andy...it's not like Coral. He wanted to stay on the show so we killed him off. You want to leave so you owe GayMC three movies."

"NOoO!" Screamed the british actor. "It wouldn't make any sense! Everybody thinks I'm dead!"

"You owe us three movies, presumably with the trash lady, goyim...oops I mean Andy..."

"Wait a minute...Cuckman...? i'm starting to sense a pattern here..." As Robert Cuckman looked exactly like the Gleeful Merchant meme. "All right listen..." Stated Chris Harddick. "I have had a shit load of moonshine,...just to remind ya'll that I'm the south even though I don't got an accent. but can I just say that I agree with Handy Lincoln? the show has been terrible ever since season 4."

"Now now, Chris. You want to be part of the Talking Retards Family you can't give us any bad pr. You have to suck the dick. We made those sexual harassment allegtions go away. One hand washes the other."

Robert Cuckman and Scott M Pimple unzipped theirpants with Scott Pimple saying, "Me too..." With an evil grin.

"Uh...we'll be back after a message from our sponsors!" The camera panned away as the talk show host proceeded to do as he was told. "Talking Retards was brought to you by Sub Par. Much like the sandwiches the show is sub par. It's not original It's not funny. It's not insightful about plot developments or character arcs. We just know your fat ass is too lazy to change the channel and that's how we force Chris Harddick down your throats."

Neto shook his head. "What a stupid show. I can't believe people watch this shit."

"Yeah, it's fuckin stupid..." Replied Culebra. "En primer lugar, qué idea tan terrible para un espectáculo. El programa es lo suficientemente malo como para que otro programa solo pase una hora hablando sobre el programa. Y luego actúan como si te estuvieran haciendo un favor con solo mostrar una pequeña parte del episodio de la próxima semana. Y a pesar de toda su mierda de no estropear nada, revelaron que Prick Slime estaba dejando el programa en el canal solo por la causa de los spoilers en Internet ... "

(First off what a terrible idea for a show. The show is bad enough without another show to just spend an hour talking about the show. And then they act like they're doing you a favor just by showing a tiny chunk of next week's episode. And for all their shit about not spoiling anthing, they fuckin revealed Prick Slime was leaving the show on the channel just cause of the spoilers on the internet..."

Neto fired a shot at the TV. This made Culebra jump. "What the fuck, pues?! That wasn't cool. You know I was in a war!"

"So was I."

"Yeah but you don't see me shooting up a tv, cabron!"

"It's my TV, bitch. Besides, I'd like to just mow down all of them since they won't just end the show like they should. I can buy another tv."

"You're back on the meth, right?"y

"So what if I am? Fuckin Nata's gone...Madrazo's still alive...might as well party, ese"

They got into the black Voodoo that Joaquin had stolen. Culebra had a .357 Desert Eagle with nine rounds in the magazine. Neto had an M9. Much to the surprise of the ex Seal, Neto had choosen two Tec 9's. "No FX-05?" Asked the Kumeeyay. "Not today, C. We want this shit to look street level. Street level but lucky. Families, Balllas, the BGA, Undertaker Inc, they're all banding together against the cops. Funny thing...they're not actually going to go out and kill any pigs. Not yet anyway. So far it's just been rioting and looting for months. Like LS in the 90's."

"I thought that shit was over in April?" Asked Culebra. "Yeah, it was. But they let the puercos that killed that killed that guy off."

"All of them?"

"All three. From what I HEARD, man since it's August they're not doing their two for one shit with their enemies. They're also trying to get the gangs in the city to stop rioting in the ghetto and start taking that shit to the suburbs. Then again that's just what I hear."

"You haven't told me much about this, honestly, bro. What are we doing here?" Asked Culebra. "Is there somebody specific?"

"Yeah...Peter Hayes from the UTI's. This bitch served nine years in the pen. With the other one we're going to be hitting up. This punk has been putting a hard time on our gente out here. It's one thing they retaliate against Marabunta out here. I don't care. Nobody in Onda cars about them either. Tu sabes...they could be under our protection in the federal pen if they got with their national program and paid their dues. They wouln't get punked by Undertakers, BGA, the Dockington Brothers, the Lords, none of them but they want to be stubborn Cerotes so they get to suffe. At least the Alderney Mareos wised up."

"Who's the BGA vato?" Asked Culebra. "Robert Turner. This guy's been a punk since the 90's. He was doing a RICO case he caught outta San Andreas but they put him in the pen out there. So he did twenty out in '93. Brought the BGA east. He's been keeping in contact with the Army in San Andreas. They retaliate for shit that happens in San Andreas. And he's their go between. He's not supposed to associate with felons but the cops are honestly hoping he'll use his influence on the streets the same he had to keep people in line inside. But they're wrong. He's a 'revolutiionary' so he wants to get back at the cops. He's been ordering his boys inside to hit Marabunta up moreand on the streets too. He also called that hit on the Indio Caro in San An. That's why we're hitting him."

"Shit...I heard of him. He's big time. When the Army was in decline back home that dude made it pop out here. I guess Dockington needed some order in all the chaos."

"If you can call it that. it was worse in the 90's though."

Neto pulled up to a warehouse. It was located at the docks near the Westside of Dockington. Inside, was fifteen members of Undertaker Inc, ten members of the Families and fifteen Ballas, plus some DB's and four BGA soldiers in addition to six members of the Spanish Lords. "See that blonde haired idiota?" Neto beckoned to a Caucasian in his mid thirties. "That's Peter Hayes.."

Hayes was 5'9 and had tattoos up and down his body he had a black wife beater on and his hair was gelled back. Robrert was a dark skinned middle aged black male, rather homely in appearance with a large wide nose and a large Afro and a wide forehead. He wore a silver bandanna around his face and had a black beanie and sunglasses plus a puffy black jacket. "All right now. Ya'll listen up! We're gonna make a move at the protest. There's gonna be a lot of brothers, law abiding citizens that's gonna be holding a peaceful anti brutality demonstration. The Fruit of Islam's gonna be there too. That's when we all make our moe. Hayes, you and your boys, plus Lord Pepe are gonna be dressed uplike black block anarchists. We're gonna square up with the pigs a bit, I'll have some of our boys clashing with them downtown. It's a risky move but in the confusion you'll all have your escape routes and they'll confuse you with some of the brothers from the Fruit of Islam and other nationalists like that."

"Rob, this shit seems kinda wrong, dog. Should we realluy be throwing the Fruit of Islam under the bus like that? Or anybody else for that matter? Those Anarchist dudes might be there to make trouble but they do hate the cops as much as we do, man..." Stated D Dog, a Baller OG, a thirty year old black male with dreadlocks with light brown skin originally from the East Side of Dockington.

"They have their purpose we have ours. The Nation...along with the Black Bloc will do what they always do at these demonstrations. In the chaos, though, all ya'll will break outta there and they'larrest them. It's better they arrest those straight laced brothers with clean records, good health and all that than a bunch of felons, right? With all the pigs having their attention focused on downtown and the ghetto, they won't be ready for when we come in hard on them in the suburbs. It's time we come at them in their homes the way they come at us in ours!"

Neto walked in carrying his SMG's. "It looks like I'll be doing the city a favor by killing all of you. Not only will the DCPD not have a reason to come and bust me but your own neighborhoods in the long run will be better off with you dead."

"What the fuck...?" D Dog aimed an Uzi at Neto. A variation of Handguns and SMG's were aimed at the ex sicario. "And there it is. You showed me your hands. A little too early if you ask me."

"I know this cat..." Muttered Robert. "That's the Saint of Death. A lot of comrades in arms want your ass dead. You know...being that it's black August we normally celebrate by copping off Aryans and Onda by the dozen as much as we can wherever we are. It looks like you just helped us get this party started a little early."

"What you don't realize, bitch...is we celebrate your August too. In the west coast pens, that's when we turn up the heat on you lame ass putos. While a lot of you are trying to go after the placas we come for you. It's amazing how we could hit you fuckers up on your most violent month and stilll drop so many of you. Then again...your west coast compas did also hit back the Tribal Brotherhood. That's gonna cost you too."

"You're a chump..." Sneered Hayes. "You know in Oklahoma the Tribal Brotherhood is allied with the Ballas right? And the Irishh Mob. They make money together. They're not..TWISTED by you sick fucks and your west coast ideology."

Neto laughed. "There's Irish Mob in Oklahoma? The fuck for?! its not like they got anybody straight off the boat and it's not like they ever had Irish neighborhoods out there the way east coast cities do. Anyway, it does differ state to state that's true. But then you'd know that better than anybody, Scrotum Takers are the biggest turncoats of all. Work with AV in New Austin and BGA in Dockington?"

"You just said it..." Robert stated. "Different state different politics. Really, what most people especially from San Andreas don't get, especially scraps like you is...different states means different needs. What a man needs in a prison out here aint what he needs in Eagle Baby, baby boy!"

"I'd take that seriously if you faggots weren't copying a west coast group yousrselves..." Neto sneered. He looked at the Undertakers. "As for you...if I were AV or BGA i don't see how they don't just clean house with all you rankers. Even if it is state by state your own founders couldn't agree on shit."

"That's OUR business..." Growled Hayes. "At least the Vanguard and the BGA don't cut their allies throats. I hear you assholes brag to enemies of the Vagos that you cut Aryans just as much as we do. You can call it cleaning house all you want. You're a bunch of back stabbing pricks."

"Well that's why I'm here...to do what neither the AV or the BGA have the balls to do. And since the BGA doesn't do any real house cleaning...and neither does the Lobsters or Trannies, I'm here to do that for you too."

"Think again, fuck boy. It's more of us than you..." Replied D Dog. Neto sneered. "That was the gayest insult I ever heard. And like I said you showed your hand too early..." Just then a flash grenade landed at their feet and Neto covered his eyes knowing it was coming. It came and caught them by surprise and he heard several cries of shock. Neto already started letting the bullets rip into soft white and black flesh when El Culebra then tossed a smoke grenade to add confusion to the mix for when the blindness subsided. He mowed down five men, three Ballas, one Undertaker and one BGA member in a burst of twelve rounds.

Culebra had snuck into the warehouse and had the high ground watching them from the catwalk up high and he fired hell down on them. His HK33 let off a burst of rounds from above and he hit D Dog with seven rounds in the chest. The Baller OG fell coughing blood and he still fired weakly trying to hit the ex Seal. His round went wide not even coming close. He lost strength dropping his weapon but Joaquin still made a point to put three more rounds in him all of which went between his eyes and the last round chipped off the top part of his nose just below his eye and blood sprayed everywhere turning his black dreadlocks red. He then aimed letting off a fifteen round barage at four Spanish Lords as they tried to run to cover. "Fuckin scrapas hitting us up, manito!" Called one of them a Puerto Rican wearing a gold bandanna and a black puffy jacket and a white do'rag with yellowish bronze skin and brown eyes standing at 5'8.

"I got the pistola, bro! Run!" Screamed a Lord of Salvadoran descent. "We gotta protect Lord Pepe!" However he took five rounds in the face the last of which took his right eye even after the fourth round already extinguished his life. Culebra emptied his magazine trying to hit as many targets as he could at once and he managed to hit Robert in the back as he was choking on smoke and Hayes with three rounds in the left leg including one that exited his knee. Neto aimed his SMG's striking down Hayes. "CLEAN HOUSE PUTO!" He let him cough up blood as the rounds penetrated his lungs. Robert fired his .45 hitting Neto six times in the chest. Neto's SMG's took damage and he fell over but before Robert could finish Neto off his pistol went empty. Neto got his sidearm out from the ground firing at the already wounded BGA member. He took out his left knee cap with one shot and his right with the other.

Neto got up and Robert turned firing a round hitting Neto in the right bicep. He still had one in the chamber. Neto kicked him in his stomach and watched him cough through his bloody mouth and Neto said, "I wouldn't care if you kept killing those fake Marabunta cabrones. They give us all a bad name and they don't pay their dues. You killing them all or the Lords doing it would serve them right. But you fuckers also kill innocent Guanacos y Guanacas in the city of Dockington. Same with the 202. We can't have that. You try and do to us what we do to you just to send a message but we're not in Dockington. So you're sending a message to fuckers on lockdown that can't do shit about it and don't have the time to anyway. We can though...you think you're untouchable. We just proved that's bullshit."

Joaquin, meanwhile, took seven rounds from an Uzi in his vest as five Ballas, four Lords, two UTI's one Families member and three neighborhood drug dealers remained. He fired his new magazine striking down both UTI's and two of the Lord's but he decided to fire off his HK79 that was mounted to his Rifle. He watched as his brown eyes were brightened up by the reflection of orange as the 40mm kicked up a blast sending debris and bone fragments everywhere. The two UTI members he had already shot were now headless and one was missing both legs. The solo Families member had his colon exposed from the blast, the drug dealers were just a mess of blood and guts, the Lords were intact but crawling wounded by shrapnel which had pierced their backs and legs. Culebra pulled out his Desert Eagle and finished each of the off with shots to the backs of their heads watching as their heads split apart like bloody pulpy water balloons.

Neto got up grabbing the smoke grenade. He shoved it down the throat of Hayes and watched as it came from his mouth.

Robert's teeth wee bloody as his wounds were and he was not far from death as his dark skin was getting lighter by the minute. "You fucked up...you're gonna regret this...you think you proved...proved a point here...? The young brothers are just gonna wile out even more on the streets...more innocents will get targeted...anything to send a message. Even if you don't care about Marabunta...we'll kill them and the innocents and the innocents will die...by the hands of Marabunta...so they suffer more either way..."

He began coughing uncontrollably. He wheezed and Joaquin checked him. "Got his right lung."

"Hey Quino let me see that cuete real quick..." The Saint Of Death stated. Reluctantly the younger gangster handed it over and saw Neto approach Hayes who had died from suffocation in addition to the gunshot wounds. "You shouldn't smoke...it's hell on your lungs..."

He fired two shots into his abdomen opening massive holes in him. Neto then proceeded to reach inside him and pull his ribcage apart. "Fuckin meth strength..." He then ripped out his lungs though in Neto's hands they were hard to hold. He then brought the lung to Robert and forced it down his throat. "You need a new lung. Do you need a left or a right? I forgot..." The BGA memer moaned with the bloody squishy lung in his mouth his eyes already red from coughing blood up got redder and he squiremed. "What's that? I can't hear you!" Neto had his machete and he Robert's gut open. The BGA member screamed despite the mouth full of lung. He then proceeded to rip it out of him cutting open and then pulling out his right deflated lung with it on the edge of the machete. He then took the right lung of Hayes and plunged it crudely into the dying BGA member's body.

Neto shook his head as blood poured from his mouth. For reasons Joaquin was uncertain of Neto even had a stetescope. "What the fuck are you doing, man? You're not a real doctor..." Neto put the ear parts of it to Robert's ears. "Yes I am. I'm a real doctor. AHHHHHH!" He screamed into the dying man. The BGA general was twitching as blood poured from his mouth and nose. "Shit you think that was too loud for him?" Neto asked with a sadistic grin. Finally, Robert was dead. Neto shook his head. "You believe that, Joaquin? I go through all the trouble to get this fucker a lung transplant I go through the trouble of giving him the transplant and he still 'codes' on me. It aint as easy as TV makes it..." He then said, "Whose side are you on, God?!"

Los Santos

Months Earlier...

"I am not letting you leave! I see what you are trying to do!" Warned Vasily. "Get the fuck outta my way!" Barked Sugar. "You got no right to be in my way! This motherfucka killed my baby!" He restrained her taking her gun from her.

"And what if he kills you?! Then he will kill you and another baby! I understand the need for revenge but Ivan would not want you..."

"FUCK YOU!" She screamed. "You don't own me and neither does he! That motherfucker don't love me...got me with his baby and shit...he's probably cheating on me again..." She burst into tears. "He said he'd help me find the nigga that killed my baby...only come to find out...the AV motherfucka was the one that found out..."

She sat down. "You don't know that..." Vasily said. "I don't know what...? She asked crying into her hands. "You don't know that it's the man he says it is. What incentive does he have to tell you the truth? It sounds like it's just him trying to get two enemies to kill each other."

"No..." She said looking up at him. "It's not. I can feel it n my heart. It's real. I feel it."

"This isn't worth you dying for. Ivan is my best friend. My brother in arms. And you are like sister to me. I initially did not approve of him and a Covenant Avenue woman but you are like cancerous tumor. you have grown on me..." He said with a smile.

Just then she started to cry out..."Oh shit...!"

"What?" He saw the dampness of the floor. "My water just broke! i have to get to a hospital!" He started to dial on the phone as she breathed hard and Vasily got Ivan's voice mail. "Comrade, Imani is going into labor! We must go to Mount Zonah!"

She cried out, "Fuck...! It's coming now!" Vasily, trying not to panic said, "Okay...maybe we should deliver baby here."

"What...you'trec crazy!" She said.

"Nonsense. This is how it was done thousands of years without hospital."

"Fuck..." She cried out. "I think you might be right...I'm scred Vasily...why isn't Ivan here...? What if...what if my child dies?"

"Calm down and breathe...trust me...I have had children of my own...Ivan will get here soon I willl walk you through this..."

Meanwhile

Ivan kissed Natasha filled with lust as the two felt the hot desert sun and air on their skin as they moved to the hood of the car. He ignored the phone call. "Let it go to voice mail..."

She began to suck him off. She took his large manhood in his mouth. She chuckled humming against his fallace. He groaned as she did this. She took his manhood all the way down her throat and she moved her tongue up to the under side of the head of his dick. She moved her tongue down to his balls before spitting on his dick and then she slobbered on it and she sucked it down her lips wrapped firmly around his cock.

He brought her around to him letting his tongue tease into her womanhood his nose tickled by her pubic hair he had her ride his face as she sucked him off. As they 69'd each other, one man driving by honked at them and Ivan gave a wave back. Ivan's manhood throbbed in her mouth as she polished his knob off and she licked down to the other side of his manhood down the front of it. She let out a moan against his manhood and he let his tongue find her clit. "Ya zastavlyu tebya vzorvat'sya..." She growled before putting his cock back in her mouth. He cried out turned on by what she had said. He thught to himself, If Grisha could see us now...

She then stated, "You should have brought sunscreen. We will be here a while."

He resumed to eat her pussy and she continued to gag on his cock. She took his pants all the way down but he did not prefer that and in fact when it was time to fuck her he wanted to have his pants on partially in case it was time to go soon if they got caught. But for now, he just enjoyed the mutual cunnilingus. Her hair falling over her face as she sucked him off tickled his balls and he had to admit it felt good too. It was the little things like that.

It wasn't that he didn't enjoy sex with Sugar. He did, very much so it was different than any woman he'd ever been with back in Liberty City or Russia but at the same time there was something to the seductions of a woman where he came from that always made him explode harder than any other women Maybe it was just hearing the mother language when they fucked. She slid her mouth down his pole and then worked it sideways from the left side of the tip of his dick all the way down the side her saliva plishing the side of it. She then went back to the the top and sucked him down straight but only about halway before making her way back up to the helmet and moving in the same way over the right side of his cock. He groaned as she did this. Meanwhile, moving her red g string aside, he entered two fingers into her womanhood and enjoyed the view of her big round supple ass bouncing as she rode his face.

She giggled in a seductive manner. "Tebe eto nravitsya?)

(Do you like this?)

It stiffened his cock even more with arousal as she sucked the right side of his rigid cock. Her womanhood tasted bitter sweet somehow. He figured the sweetness must be from her diet. It tasted like mango. But the bitterness most likely came from her own tobacco consumption. She did smoke cigarettes frequently. He still had tasted worse however having eaten out women who just smoked and had a bad diet. "Uhhhh...! Mmmmph..." She hummed against his wood. She then took his meat from her mouth stating, "We should fuck, yes? We can finish yogurt explosion when you've finished and if you want to do oral manipulation on me we can do this from a hotel."

"Voydi v menya..." She ordered. (Enter me)

She mounted on top of his cock and he made sure she kept her pants on partially and her panties at her thighs as well as her jeans but he slid inside her easily enough. She moaned as he did his large fallace penetrating her welcoming womanhood and she began to ride him. She began to stroke her own clit as she rode his manhood and she pulled him close to her kissing him. Her mouth tasted like cigarette and yet her lips tasted sweet. It was surreal, just like eating her pussy. He groaned thrusting inside her wet twat and gave her bubble butt a slap.

He began to thrust faster up into her and put his hand over her clit and began to rub it with his thumb. "Ne ostanavlyvaysya!" She cried out as he began to go deeper into her.

(Don't stop!)

She put his hands on each breast as she rode him her ass moving in a figure 8 style motion. "Kosnys menya..."

(Touch me here)

Ivan groaned. He thrust deeper inside her earning a loud cry of pleasure from the Russian brunette. "Uhh fuck!" He groaned. He squeezed her tits as he went in and out of her and she cried out as he took one of her large breasts in his mouth, her right and sucked on it biting down hard. This earned a moan from her and she moved up and down on his manhood circling her hips. He mved his face down to her stomach his tonge snaking out against and into her belly earning a low gasp from her. he had once been old by Paul to do this and while Ivan had been fucking women before he was an inch in his dad's pants and had been with far more women, it was good advice. He moved licked her pussy nce more hoping to tease her a bit before moving back up even running his tongue up herr patch of pubes before goingback up her stomach and back to her tits. He rubbed her ass with a free hand while carressing her left breast with the other. He then slid the hand down her breast pinching her nipple before moving it down her stomach sliding it down and pressing under her navel as he thrust upward. She shivered on him as he did this as his snake burrowed deeper into her hitting her g spot.

"Tebe nravitsya rastyagivat menya...? Da uzh?! Uh huuuuuh!"

(You like to stretch me out? Yeah?)

He breathed a gust of hot air across her tits as he fucked her. Her pussy was getting wetter and tighter as he drove into her slick walls.

Unbeknowst to the two of them, somehow, some way, Manfred had access to see what was going on and he was watching and listening. "Ivan, you perverted Communist son of a bitch what would your girlfriend say?"

"Bistreye!" She cried out.

(Faster)

He stroked her clit and she cried out with a high octave howl as he caused her a clitoral orgasm his two fingers toying at her folds and another toying at her love button as he hammered away at her womahood. "Baba Yaga! Da! Da! Da! Da! DAAAAAA!" She cried out as she came on his dick her juices dripping onto him. He groaned as she rode out the wave of her orgasm, the two of them sweaty both from fucking and the hot desert air.

"Your Covenant Avenue woman. She does not do oral manipulation and wifely duties well?"

"What?"

She repeated herself. He sucked in a breath. "I never said that..."

"It must be true..." She insisted a look of evil on her face. "Or else you would not be here with me."

"Shut up...don't talk about her this way."

"Or what...? As many men as she has probably done oral manipulation on, she should be pro at this now. Or maybe because she is fat pregnant cow you need a real woman for nine months?"

"I said SHUT UP!" He turne her around and fentered her from behind earning a cry of surprise and pleasure from her. She thrust back into him as he fucked her doggystyle and he sweatted her ass again and again until her white cheeks were red and he grabbed her tits roughly as he fucked her and he bit into the back of her neck as he slid in and out of her . She got only louder and louder but he wanted to fuck her and explode so they could be done. She began to twerk against him as he fucked her much to his surprse and he shuddered at the sight of this. He'd seen Sugar do this but he didn't know Natasha knew how.

He growled rubbing her red marked cheeks and slapping them again and he opulled out his manhood slapping it hard against her bare cheeks leaving a trail of her slick juices against her ass which dripped down to her black jeans and it also got on the back of her underwear. He didn't care. He finally exploded, "AH SHIT!" He roared exploding on her back and her bare butt cheek. She giggled at t the feel of his hot seed on her back. He then put her on her knees. She willingly took him in her mouth and he thrust into her mouth as she sucked him off. "You know why I like it when you do this to me?! I like it when Sugar talks. You this is the only way you shut up!" He barked. She eager;y lapped up his cum anyway and kept sucking him even though he had already came, he was still hard and she began to pump his manhood and he felt that he would explode again. He did but he pulled away from her and shot the load into her face not wanting to let her kiss his cock any longer. He exploded all over her cheeks her face and her nose and hair and elsewhere. It was the most he had ever ejaculated. He didn't eaculate this much when he'd impregnated Sugar.

"tɨ spʊˈskal v moj glaz!" She growled. (You came in my eye!)

She then violently took his cock and began to lap him up again. "No! You fucking whore! I will never love you!" She put her teeth to his dick. "If you do not let me clean up yogurt explosion I will bite..." She warned. He sighed and collapsed against the car letting his ass get burned by the hot bumper as she sucked his load up again and she lapped it up like a treat. He sighed with frstration and shame. He didn't love her but it was more than friends with benefits. Something about her drove his loins crazy and it had to do with her personality every bit as much as her looks.

"You are too old for me yet you like to fuck me, yes? Same as the girl fro Davis. But i watched how you react...and how he reacts..." She said touching his now softening cock. "Especially when I speak Russian. So this makes us that much closer. And I know your world in ways she does not. I have the same history as you. I know the pain our parents faced in the Soviet Union. And their anger at the west. I know what kind of man Grisha is... I know first hand how it is to be betrayed by him."

"I...i know..."

She lit a cigarette. "I do not love you either. You have not earned it. But something in you needs me. Maybe it is primal, no? You are a silly man who thinks too highly of himself and my father's servant. You are just the help. A glorified maid. But you have nice cock. And as long as this you are hard, I will always have use for you..." She then pulled him close to her face with a surprising strength. "And because I ate your cum like good woman performing wifely duties, tonight when we get back to the hotel, you will eat my pussy without reward because you owe me now. And you will go to sleep hard and frustratted...only hoping that tomorrow I will want to fuck again..." She said with a wicked smile taking a drag on her cigarette and blowing it in his face before pulling her to him kissing him on the lips and blowing the rest of the smoke into his mouth.

Los Santos

8 Hours Later

Vasily held her. It was a baby girl. She had mostly Sugar's features however some Caucasian features were evident too because while Sugar was mostly black she was not entirely and most of this other blood was white.. The baby had Ivan's nose but her lips and they were her eye shape but his eye color. "Congradulations..." The Russian with a grin. "She is a girl. What will you name her?"

Sugar held her in her arms with a smile of love but at the same time she stated, "Ivan's not here...we were gonna try and give the baby a mixture of African and Russian names."

Vasily replied, "I am sure he would be here if he could. Whatever it is I'm sure it was important."

"Mre important than me? And her?"

"This...might have to do with finding his father...he will be here. I promise you. i have known this man since the 90's. He would not abandon the two of you."

10th Ward, New Arcadia

August 29, 2015

Neto was keyed up on meth. He had watched the activity of drugs being dealt by the local pushers. He finally decided to move carrying a hunting knife with him. He didn't want to use the machete. Even though he knew that Sicarios used it all the time to dispatch enemies, and even though he knew it was illogical, he attributed a machete with Marabunta Grande. It didn't matter to him that the MB in Los Santos were more civilized. He had alrady seen the savage hand of those who were not under La Onda and while the true Marabunta had started in LS and were in the San Andrean prison system for years, the fact that El Salvador and the east coast faction and by in large, the ones in Mexico too, were not under Onda, in a way it was like they were the true Mareros in that they were still fighting the world. It was a sad thought and he couldn't imagine being a member and having to wrestle with that thought if one were the type to not want to do the more heinous things like rape or child prostitution and yet he also knew that like him they were always keeping their members high as it was so they wouldn't hae to think too much.

He spotted the church and saw several men that he knew were dealers. He knew that if he made noise here where Lee was from, he would come running. He saw one of the dealers, Darius St. Aubin a dark skinned Creole male with cornrows and a thick beard. He was wearing a black dress shirt and equally neat black slacks. Neto sneered. He was about to violate a cardinal rule in the streets of New Arcadia that most of the locals seemed to abide by but that he did not care for and he had recently been encouraging the Aztecas and Marabunta out of Lincoln to violate it too as it would be the only way they would gain any ground and get an edge for themselves.

He fired his FX-05 striking the twenty five year old drug dealer in the chest and stomach with ten rounds. He watched with glee as he shook and fell to the ground. He also had with him two brothers, Andre and Calvin. Neto let the rounds spark and hit them as well even as the two fired back with Glock 17's. Their mother cried out only to have her screams silenced as a round accidentally bounced off a car and hit her right in the larynx. "Shit...! I didn't want to kill some old bitch today but maybe the universe wanted me to!"

Darius coughed blood laying on his side unable to talk. Calvin groaned coughing blood up unable to get his dropped weapon. "The fuck, man...you aint supposed to hit us...on a sunday..." Neto sneered. "You know...I got a tattoo of an upside down cross on my back. That's how much i don't give a fuck about your beliefs. Where I operate, drive by's are banned. You got a code that says nobody hits nobody when there's church or family...but you're looking at the man that crucified a rapper last year..." Neto then told him with a smile. "You're getting off easy..." He fired the remaining magazine into the two remaining brothers and watched the rounds cut them to pieces.

He reloaded and ducked down as shots came cracking back at him. Neto likely would have been hit were it not for the rounds and the grouping of them hitting the railing around him but then two rounds did hit him in the vest from a ricochet. He aimed at the man firing from across the street.

"¡¿Es esto realmente lo que quieres?! ¿Para morir por el BSU?"

(Is this really what you want? To die for the BSU?)

"I don't understand that shit!" Screamed one of the gangsters. "You're gonna sacrifice yourselves from a bunch of anti drug gangsters that don't give a fuck about you! Just get Lee Shen down here and nobody else has to die! I know that bitch grew up around here!"

"Fuck you, bitch! You don't run this!" Screamed a dark skinned black male with short black hair and flames tattooed on both arms. He fired striking Neto six times. Neto had a vest on. "Hey bitch! I be fuckin your bitches every night at the club! Only thing hard about you sewer rats is the nut on they face when I bust after that shit dries up!" Neto aimed the FX-05 at him from the ground and the rounds sawed through both shins and as he fell two rounds struck the man in his left thigh one in his scrotum in the center and one up his waist. "You're mistaken, cabron! I don't fuck any hynas that ever fucked with you! I don't want to catch shit and I don't do sloppy seconds! And any south sider that gets with you aint south side no more. She's carrion!"

"Ahhh shit!" The gangster growled. "KILL ME THEN YOU PUNK MOTHERFUCKER! I DONE SCENE EVERYTHING BUT CHRIST ANY FUCKIN WAY!" Neto shot back, "I'll pass! You look like you're in pain and I'm noy feeling merciful!" One gangster made a run for it firing two Glocks coming across the way trying to get to cover behind a dark red Moonbeam so he'd be closer to Neto yet still safe. Neto zeroed in on him and fired striking him in the back of his right heel and watched with a smirk as his bone was exposed.

"Which is pretty normal!" Neto shouted. "You gets no mercy yourself! It's more of us than you, partna!" Screamed a 10th ward gangster wearing a Sinners cap on backwards, baggy blue jeans and a black t shirt that said Raised In Da 504. Neto fired hitting the gagster in his left hand but the gang member also hit Neto with a round in the right leg which grazed him, a round in his hip that landed and a round that went through and through in his shoulder and out his back. "It would take fifty of you to equal one of me!" He shot back.

"Marabunta aint welcome around here! This is Uptown, baby! Aint n Lincoln Parish!" The gangster screamed shooting back. "Marabunta? Ahora eso es simplemente grosero."

(Now you're just being rude!)

Neto would not admit it to a lot of people but he personally took it as more of an insult to be compared to Marabunta than he did to the Rifas. And he had shanked some of them too during his stay in the Arizona prison system. He saw the gangster reloading. The gangster who had tried to insult Neto before was dead, bled out on the sidewalk. "You really think if we get this motherfucker down here he gonna get here before the twelve do?"

"I don't know what the fuck the twelve is!"

"The five oh, stupid!"

"How the fuck do you get twelve from that? Ah shit nevermind i don't care. Let's just say the NAPD is going to be too busy today with other shit to worry about a little ghetto gunplay!"

Neto pulled out a green bandanna and stuck it in the gas tank of a dark gray Admiral. He lit it on fire but stayed ducked down even as more bullets came his way. "Good! Means they won't be around to stop us from murking your ass then!" He ran between cover and six shots came at him but he just wanted to put some distance between himself and the car. He was creating a diversion. Civilians, most of them black, ran every which way to get away from the danger.

Neto had a few people with him as well. He had brought Jose all the way out from the west coast too. In addition to him, Cruz had wanted in on the action but they had kept it quiet. This was a black op. Cruz and his soldados were all in masks. They were not to talk either. They had been given orders not to including Cruz himself for his own protection. Cruz laid down four 10th ward gangsters with a thirty round magazine from his AK-47. Two of them were women one wore somewhat of a gawdy white blouse under a fancy brown leather jacket that was damn near orange and blue jeans a skinny black chick of about 5'3 with coffee colored skin and short hair. The next was an overweight black woman whose stomach somewhat hung out of her black t shir and black jeans as well as her hip fat and she had a black bandanna over her face.

She had fired on Neto but Cruz had caught them and two of their homeboys in a Cruz was a Chicano born and raised in Lincoln Parish a man of about 5'6 with a Skorpion. Next was a Honduran man originally from the Rose District and he carried a Mossberg 500. Next was a woman of Mexican descent and citizenship standing at 5'4 with medium brown skin and curly hair carrying an Uzi. Then there was a Salvadoan male standing at 5'11 with a Rupger MP9. There was also a Saladoran woman of about 5'5 and she had light brown skin and short way hair. She wore a dark blue checkered shirt and carried an M4. They were all raising hell but as return fire came back from a 10th ward gangster with a shotgun, the man with the Skorpion took some of the pellets in his left arm and shoulder and he fell over returning fire but had to be pulled by his homies to cover behind a dark blue Peyote.

He cried out in pain but returned fire letting of nineteen rounds in anger and he hit a 10th ward dealer, a man wearing a black t shirt under a jacket that advertised the city's basketball team, a man with dreadlocks and dark skin yet freckles and lighter brown eye standing at 5'9. He fell over with six rounds in his gut. The next 10th ward gangster was a lighter skinned Creole man in a white plain cap on backwards, a dark blue t shirt baggy blue jeans and white Ers sneakers and he fired a Mac-10 and he struck the already wounded gangster from Lincoln and killed him instantly with four rounds hitting him in the chest. Cruz hit the gangster who had shot one of his soldiers getting him in the right arm.

"This is our motherfuckin hood! Aint our fault ya'll lost the Rose District! That aint on us!"He hollered. The woman with the Uzi sprayed fifteen rounds at him and ten hit him in the abdomen and he fell over as his shirt was peppered with red oozing from fresh holes in his shirt and body. She was soon felled shortly after from a headshot at about twenty five yards as a dark skinned black girl with her dreadlocked hair in a ponytail wearing a yellow t shirt under a red jacket and with pink pants returned fire with a Beretta M93R. She ducked down to try and not get hit but she did take some of the blast from the one with the Shotgun.

Ivan

Ivan had already dropped the package off at the New Arcadia FIB Headquarters as well as one at the NAPD precinct. Those were set to a timer. Now he just had to do something that Neto had not even asked him to do. He was outside of a brewery for a beer that was the most popular in New Arcadia. In fact, they had marked four others. One factory per brand of beer. Ivan didn't expect that it would stop the flow of liqour by any means in the city but it would kill a lot of jobs and it would delay production statewide. In this case he was just outside the Torquedog brewery. Vasily snorted, "Fucking Americans have the worst taste in alcohol. This beer tastes like cffee. Or maybe non sweet tootsie roll. Do these fat bastards need everything to be like desert?"

In addition to thos, they were doing the sssame to the Irish Sea Stout brewery as well as the NACA Blonde brewery, the New Arcadia Pilsner, and the Amber Springs brewery.

Ivan stated, "I've heard it said that if on 9/11 instead of attacking a north eastern city by flying planes into a building, they had blown up a beer factory in Missouri there would be masses of angry mullets ready for war. While this isn't the same state, the same principal applies. If there's one thing I learned in all my years in America it's that you don't mess with a redneck's beer. This seems to be true for all of this state. But you and me we are Kossack. We are from crazy people who love to play with fire because where we come from it's so cold. So let's test it out."

Ivan hit the detanator and the glass on their stolen gray Patriot shattered as they drove away all the windows taken out by the blast force. "You made sure that there were no workers inside, right?" Asked Ivan. "No..." Vasily said. "Was I supposed to?"

"Shit, you idiot! Now the Americans will really be up our asses! It was supposed to just be a diversion that would keep the police all over busy. Not a real act of terrorism."

"I'm pretty sure blowing up a building is still terrorism, droog. A few dead bodies is just icing on the cake. Besides, we are FSB. We can always manipulate the masses. Americans are fucking morons. Especially in this part of the country, being bible belt. You sure you did not do this to spite Marcus Roman as well since he is your new enemy maybe more than Neto ever was to either of you?"

"I haven't killed an of his friends...yet...but I'd be happy to kill every one of them if I have to. He wouldn't just stand aside and let us kill Devlin or Karen if we wanted to so he is as good as IAA in my eyes. In any case, this maybe would not impact Marcus's club even if he sells drinks i am sure whatever he sells is probably Brandy and maybe not some of these hipster beers. It starts with one club but maybe tomorrow he'll want two. He's the New Arcadian Gay Tony only...not gay or a Tony."

"Straight Marcus. It doesn't have the same ring does it?"

"Maisonette 9 was a straight place but whatever his club looks like I am sure it is miles from anything resembling Maisonette 9. Do you ever miss it? That club? Liberty City?"

"Sure..." Vasily stated as they drove to their next factory to bomb. "But I was able to screw just as many dirty bathroom stall sluts at Bahama Mamas West. And the original Baham Mamas is much better club than anything the faggot comes up with."

"Fair enough. Anyway, this wasn't meant to be against Marcus Roman but I hope for his sake that his girlfriend is not at work. Whether she is or isn't is not my problem. I left it up to chance just to see.I am sure the bomb squad will defuse it in good time. If they don't, well Darwin wins again."

"You would be a fool to not expect retaliation for it. He would most likely target Sugar. You must be carefu. Even if he willl not harm your daughter, he would harm a you see what he did to the woman that his former friend Felix is with? Poor child. Being a cripple."

Ivan sighed, "All right. It's time..."

They drove around to the various destinations setting off the bombs in the factories. The New Arcadian Pilsner, Amber Springs, Torquedog, NACA Blonde and the Irish Sea Stout brewery were soon all in flames. "How many jobs do you think we just destroyed?" Asked Ivan with a grin. "I'm sure a mullet uprising is coming..." Chuckled Vasily. As they soon got back to the city and drove past the NAPD precinct and the FIB HQ's he set off the detonator's there. He wasn't sure what the chances was that they would also find those but if they did, he still at least had the factory bombs.

Neto

They fired striking down four of the 10th ward gang members.

A male with long dread locks fired his AK-74U and he hit the man with the Uzi with twelve rounds in his back. He fell over dying in the streets. The woman with the FN Scar hit the man who had just hit him. She struck him with twenty one rounds. The man was hit back as a 10th ward hustler fired a Remington 870 striking the Honduran in the stomach and the right side of his ribs and he fell over coughing up blood.

The vato with the Mossberg fired until his shotgun was empty and he turned the stomachs of three 10th ward hoochies with guns into hamburger and he snatched up the dropped Skorpion. He fired a burst across the street at two men ducked down in a black Cavalcade. He struck one of them in the right temple. Suddenly, the blast from a shotgun him in the right knee. He fell over in the street crying out.

Cruz said nothing but he fired and struck Lee with a stray round that just grazed his left side. One round also hit his left hip and another grazed his left bicep. Lee at the exact same time, fired his Shotgun and sent a blast of buckshot and glass at Cruz as he ducked behind a dark gray Felon. Cruz took some glass in the left shoulder and a few pellets in the forearm.

Lee held his shotgun in one arm and he fired striking another cholo down.

Jose fired his Uzi at Lee but Lee took cover. "Neto, come out, bitch! You're here for me! These people had nithing to do with it!"

"Yes they did. They grew up here and you care about them. That's enough."

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT YOU FUCKIN PRICK!"

"Yeah you sound real torn up about it, cabron."

"About as torn up as you are for Victor and Miller."

"They came at us first. You started this shit, BITCH!"

Lee shot back, "You're back on the ice again, aren't you ya junkie bitch?! Haven't you ever listened to NWA?! Don't get high off your own supply! YOU'RE A SHITTY DRUG DEALER!"

"YOU SANCTIMONIOUS HYPOCRITICAL PIECE OF SHIT! THE BULLSHITTERS SELL DRUGS IN THIS CITY BUT YOU WON'T TRY THE POISON YOU PUT IN THE VEINS OF OTHER PEOPLE?! MIGUEL MADE YOUR BOY RIDE THE HORSE BUT YOU? YOU'VE STAYED TRUE OTHER THAN THE WEED YOU SMOKED WITH MAI. YOU SHOULD HAVE TO TRY THE SHIT YOU SELL TO OTHER PEOPLE. NEVER EXPECT A MAN TO HAVE OTHERS DO WHAT HE WON'T DO HIMSELF! YOU'RE A COWARD, LEE! IF YOU DON'T AT LEAST ONCE SEE WHAT IT IS YOU'RE SELLING TO PEOPLE FIRST HAND!"

Lee was somewhat taken aback by this. He didn't agree at all with the notion that he or anybody should use drugs and he saw the BSU's hand in the drug trade as a means to an end but at the same time at least in terms of Neto trying the same drug he sold to people. He did havea level of understanding of the junkie that Lee did not. Sure, he'd seen friends addicted but he had never done it. He was an outsider looking in.

Neto fired trying to hit Lee. "STOP!" Mai growled. She tackled Neto from behind throwing him headfirst into a dark green Glendale. She tried to get him in a sleeper hold but he slammed back against her winding her. He turned around and puncher her in the face. She snapped her head back and she kicked him in the right ribcage. "Keep this puto pinned the fuck down!" Called Neto. Cruz collected his wounded soldados and his dead ones since the 10th ward's defensive onslaught had resulted in all but the woman from Chuparosa being dead. They were getting into their cars but shooting it out with the 10th ward who were chasing them. Several 10th ward gang members had gone inside the church and were firing at the Aztecas from the inside. Two of them, had actually grabbed two church goers as they were firing at Neto and Jose intent on using them as human shields.

"What are you doing, son?! We never closed our church doors to you and this is how you repay us?!" Cried a middle aged black male as a gangster with dread locks had a Glock 17 to his head and a Mac-10 that he was firing at Jose. "It aint our fault! They violated the no sunday rule!" Jose's automatic rounds hit the church goer in the stomach and he fell with nine rounds in him. A gang member and a pimp known as Bunchy Atkins, a man of half Haitian and half New Arcadian Creole ancestry with light reddish hair, caramel colored skion and freckles and bright brown eyes standing at 5;'9 was firing trying to hit Jose too. "AJ! Let the motherfucking church man go! That aint how we do!"

"They got some guys in the church too. It doesn't look good if a church gets shot up!" Lee, who was ducked next to him insisted. "Ya'll get the fuck up outta there!" He warned. Jose meanwhile was firing at the church. He didn't want to shoot up a church but the men inside the church were firing at him and he was pinned down and it was down to him and Neto. Jose took four rounds one in his back, one in his left arm, one grazed his left ankle and one hit him in the right hip as he sprayed his SMG. He struck down one of the men firing out the colored glass window that already had been partially shattered. He reloaded in cover but Jose was taking a lot of damage. One of the gang members cried out, "Fuck it! I gots a plan" he put a black bandanna in a lit bottle with gas in it and lit it on fire. He tossed it at Jose. Luckily, Jose saw it coming and he darted out of cover to take cover behind a red Rebel.

He took another round in the right arm. He cried out but he hit the ground in safety and the car he had been ducked behind exploded and the car was ablaze. The gangster stood on the stairs of the church lighting another one while his homie tried to shoot him. Jose fired the last of his Uzi off and only six out of fourteen rounds hit but it was enough. The cocktail was dropped and both men were on fire. Both men ran but the one who had lit the cocktail ran outside and the air caused the flames to increase the other ran inside the church aware that it would be worse if he didn't try and stop drop and roll but he ended up accidentally setting his friend on fire. There was only one of them that was not hit.

Lee and Bunchy made their way around the sidewalk to try and blast on Jose but the wounded gang member limped into the church reloading. He fired striking down the last gang member while the others screamed and burned and he ducked down. Bunchy fired at him. "Don't do that!" Cried Lee. Bunchy replied, "if I don't he might burn the church down! You know how these Azteca bitches be!"

Jose punched the mostly broken window and he sprayed trying to hit Lee and Bunchy. He did not hit Lee but he did hit Bunchy in both knee caps. Lee ran into the church hopping the window and he cut his knee a bit from the glass but he got inside. He spotted a fire extinguisher and Lee also picked up the Beretta one of the deceased gangsters dropped. Lee checked it. There was nine rounds left. He started to put out the fires of one of the men. He spotted the wounded Jose trying to take off out of a fire exit. "Come here asshole!" Growled Lee. He was intent on gunning down the wounded Navajo-Chicano gang member. However, he heard a screech and more gunfire outside and he heard Mai scream. "No!" He cried out dropping both and running outside.

Neto, meanwhile, took four punches in the face and he kicked him in the stomach and as he dropped to his knees she drove her left knee into his face. Neto kicked her in the stomach before she could try and pounce on him. He got up and punched her in the jaw and followed up with a right blow to her nose. Mai growled, "ENOUGH!" She grabbed his Assault Rifle. She went back around to the other side of the sidewalk to see where he was but she couldn't see him. Then he tore up the road in the stolen black Voodoo that Mai had used to get there. "STOP OR I'LL SHOOT!" She warned. Neto yelled, "FUCK YOU! this is for Nata!" He floored it as fast as he could at the distance between them. She fired moving out of the street and several rounds went through the windshield and she also moved to the sidewalk and three rounds did hit Neto in the chest going through his vest. However, because of this, he swerved and hit Mai.

She went flying and hit the ground and a sickening crack filled the air. Neto attempted to get out of the car but his vision was blurred as he bled out. Mai's legs were broken and her right hip. Lee ran outside into the street . The Vietnamese American Hmong was unconscious and bleeding.

Lee was afraid to move her as bad as she was injured but he felt that timing was critical. He had forgotten about the fire in the church. Technically, both the Aztecas and the 10th ward had shot up the church and both had burned it but now he was trying to save her life.

Neto collapsed on the pavement. Jose found him and helped him down the street. He took the SUV from one of the deceased 10th ward gangsters and floored it. Much like Lee with trying to save Mai, time was critical.

"Stay with me compa!" Jose cried out. "I'm gonna be a fuckin father I can't die and neither can you! You're el mero mero! Come on, man!"

Vespucci Beach, Los Santos

G Bone was out eating with Janea and Tyson who had a new girlrfriend, a Baller who had been incarcerated for some time. In addition to this, Weasel was there too from the set. G Bone had ordered halibut and rice with a Sprunk, Janea got a club sandwich with fries, with a white wine Tyson had ordered the chicken with fries, the chicken being baked and an E Cola and Weasel was there with his girl too the mother of his children. She was a light skinned black woman in her early 40's like him, from Strawberry but she was not a gang member. Her name was Cheri. They were at a high class place. The women had to use the ladies room so they talked among themselves as they ate.

"Look...I aint even saying they're not good businessmen..." Stated Weasel. "And they came through on hitting up those AV bitches and whoever else. I'm just saying maybe they're a little too much about the business you feel me?" Stated Weasel. "Maybe it's Baba Yaga I don't trust."

"The Bravta done right by us though..." STated Tyson. "He was with us when Leondre went down, man and he was by Tyson's side."

Tyson nodded in agreement taking a bite of his spaghetti. "Yeah, that's true. He helped me come back on that bitch that killed Leela, man. He valued her as a friend just like Sugar. He took to her as a homegirl with the quickness. You act like he aint with us in the shit but I'm telling you he iis."

"Yeah but look at his rep outta Liberty City I been around a long time, dog. The shit with him in Hove Beach I'm talking '08? And them going against Kenny Petrovic and all that. I'm saying though. How you supposed to trust him or Markovich when he straight turned on Petrovic like that? All I'm saying is if we gotta get involved with these motherfuckers maybe we backed the wrong horse. I wouldn't trust Grisha cause he went back to making side deals with Carson Ave but I don't trust his pops either."

"All due respect homie..." G Bone said using his napkin. "Markovich feels like be been around longer than Petrovic so it should have been him at the had more standing with the Bravta back in Russia. Kenny Petrovic? I did my homework on that fool. He makes it seem like the Markovich's forgot they place when they came out to LS like who put them up on game but peep this. It was really the other way around. I mean they was boys in the old country but Markovich been around longer and plus he was KGB so that makes him a patriot in the old days. The BAD old days. So he might feel some kinda way you know? Like Kenny thought he was a bigger man when he got to Liberty City."

The women came back.

"Hey can we get some more wine?" Asked Cheri, smiling at Weasel. The OG nodded, "Yeah what the fuck, it's like the waiters on a sabbatical..."

G Bone turned to Janea, "hey, listen I know it's a little too soon to be thinking about school for the little one but I'm telling you in a few years it's gonna be time. I was looking at this private school that's actually in South Central. I mean a kid's gotta have good grades to go there and it takes a fat ass donation to do any of it but it's worth west coast having private schools even in our hoods...even if it's Catholic schools it's a good thing we might not all ever have to leave the hood to make something of ourselves no more."

Tuson chuckled. "But we aint even having this conversation at an U N Atom in Strawberry homie so what you saying?!"

He flipped him off but said, "Look baby, all I'm saying..."

"She interrupted, "But I'm a Baptist, boo not Catholic and I aint tryna..."

"Look that don't matter we'd still teach them at home and besides it's not like..." He suddenly heard a very loud ringing in his ear and he felt wetness hit his face. He didn't even realize it was blood until he tasted it. Cheri had just had her rains blown all over the table cloth. A Caucasian male tattooed in a black ski mask was firing a .45 into them. When G Bone and Janea realized what happened they fell backwards hitting the ground ducking under the table and knocking chairs over. The next person to get hit was Tyson taking a slug in his back and as he fell over he took two more in the chest. G Bone went for his pistol and he saw a middle aged Caucasian male grabbing Weasel's steak knife and he stabbed Tyson in the chest with it before he could get off a shot. The man stared at him with intense blue eyes. He shoved G Bone back as he prepared to stab him again and Weasel pulled his own iron returning fire. There was two other white males with the man who had stabbed G Bone. The other fired hitting Tyson's girlfriend twice once in the right side and once in the chest.

"FUCK!" Cried G Bone. Janea took G Bone's pistol and rturned fire striking one of the men in the chest twice. She also fired a shot into the older man's back and he cried out in pain and he swung the blae at her cutting her left forearm but she fired again hitting him in the right shoulder. He fell staggering towarda table of fleeing patrons a white famil and pulled the table cloth and silverwear off. The older man withdrew his Walther P99 firing and hit Weasel in the stomach. Weasel fell wounded stomacj first on the table crying out in pain but he let off four rounds and he hit the man that Janea had already shot. The non wounded gang member, the third male helped the one who was shot and the middle aged man was somehow still able to stand up. He grabbed an Asian American waitress while the other two grabbed white patrons and they shot it out with the Ballas.

Weasel's aim was off and he accidentally hit a blonde woman that the non wounded rival gang member had. He struck her twice in the chest. Finally, the three men made it out the door. Janea saw that G Bone had actually been stabbed three times before she had gotten to him. Janea tried to help G Bone up. "I got it..." He cried out holding his leaking wounds. He helped Tyson up and checked to see if he or his woman was even alive. "Fuck... this is so fucked up..."

Janea's heart was beating nearly 200 beats a minute and counting. She knew the cops would be there soon and they werw wounded and she didn't want to explain why a couple of felons had guns but on the other hand she figured they might not get out of there fast enough.

Winnipek, Manitou

Shep stood over the two Triads who had killed Danny. One was named Johnny Ma, a Chinese Canadian with yellowish brown skin standing at 5'10 with a muscular build wearing a black t shirt and blue jeans. His teeth had been knocked out. The other man was Felix Hu. Felix was lighter skinned and had a buzz cut and wore a traditional yellow Chinese style shirt. On his right arm was a Han tribal tattoo. Shep had given him a red smile cutting his cheeks inward. He was howling in pain but he was being drowned out by The Bridge by Red Hot Chilli Peppers as he cut into him with his hunting knife. "You know I gotta say..." Shep said. "I actually do admire the death by 1000 cuts. I do have my doubts about you being able to reduce a motherfucker to just a beating heart though. I guess I'm a simpler man. An impatient man. I like to cut deep and hard."

Johnny Ma told him, "Wait! What if I told you a secret...about the man you are looking for?"

"The Triad we asked Sun Kang to give us? Why would you help us now?"

"Our real brother in arms was killed. By a Japanese imposter..." Johnny Ma said.

"What?"

"A man who used to be Yakuza. Are any of you familiar with the name Tanaka?"

Shep's eyes widened at the revelation. "I'll be checking soon enough to make sure if that's true. But you both gotta pay..." He continued to work on them.

Shep thought, So the man that killed his mother is the same man that busted him outta San Andreas? That's pretty fucked up...

Paul

He found himself sitting at lunch with Hardline and Seymour. "Man you know what i miss about the outside? Fuckin pussy...I'd eat prison food for the rest of my life if I could just get pussy again..."

"Same here, man..." Stated Hardline seemingly more jovial than he normally was. "I like em all. Skinny, chubby, nerdy, fuck bro...what rez you think has the finest snags?"

"That'd be my rez..." Replied Seymour. "What about you, K:or?" Paul stated, "I aint thinking about pussy anymore. I haven't even jerked off in months. All i can think about is war."

"That's all you give a shit about? What about Aila? You loved her didn't you? or that other girl, Dawn?"

"Don't...bring it up...one of them it's impossible for me to see...the other...I'm just never gonn see again. You want the truth? I enjoy fighting more than I enjoy sex and believe you me...I loved fucking. But that's over now. So I get to be a gladiator."

"This aint Rome..." Stated Hardline as he chewed an orange. "Could have fuckin fooled me. Cause we sure as hell aint free and neither were they."

"That's some sick shit..." Stated hardline. "Borderline homosexual, bro. You'd rather be in here with us fighting other people than on the streets?"

"It doesn't MATTER what I FEEL like reality is i'm right fuckin here. I aint ever getting out. I should have let the bastards kill me in San Andreas,."

"What's this about, really?" Asked Seymour. "I got word from Brandon. His cousin got killed. Thing is...I was on the yards with his cousin out in San Andreas. Ben was my homeboy. The fuckin BGA killed him and I can't do shit about it."

"You didn't mention that in your interview you did..." Hardline stated. "Yeah I know. i want to respect his family's right to privacy. But inside all i want to do is fight...I know the BGA isn't here. And our enemies on the yard got no connection to them. But we're getting put through the same shit as in the states. We might be the most powerful in the western provinces but they are in the easternn and they're getting fuckin bolder out here. Don't you see, Line? That fish that got jumped too. You think that was isolated?"

"That aint gonna bring him back, man. Don't you see why Jean is trying to get your stupid ass to the sweat lodge? You're angry. You know you're lucky you don't drink. You probably wonder whether you'd be more like your mother or father if you did, right?"

"I don't...but hell in here my sobriety means nothing does it...so if I did drink who cares? They're both gone. And maybe just maybe I have her tolerance. I got her genes too. Everyone assumed if I did drink I'd take after my Rakeni'ha but that's not entirely true."

"Even if that's true...pent up anger and alcohol don't mix well. So even if you did somehow get your mom's tolerance for it, you'd still probably end up more like your dad anyway cause of all that rage."

Just then, Buckeye came up. "Hey guys...Jean got jumped man...he's pretty bad. Got a bad concussion."

They went to see him. He was unconscious and had twenty one stitches in his head and his nose was bandaged up and his right arm was in a cast. "Those motherfuckers..." Paul growled. He asked Buckeye when they left from seeing him since he wasn't awake, "What happened?"

"You know those guys from before? The ones that were hurting the People in Lightning Bay? Jean thought he'd talk to them man to man and ask them the same thing that brother on the outside did. Except it was man to Hyena. They jumped him. I stepped in and fought them off before the hacks could get here and I told them he fell down. We gotta do something. The hack;s probably think he got jumped too but they know nobody's talking."

"Oh we're doing something all right..." Paul stated, his green eyes flashing with rage. "It's time to get those plexi glass shanks. The time for peace is over. And you know what else we don't just need us in on this shit. Indian Clique has to participate too. And Tribal Syndicate."

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"They're our fuckin enemies, Paul..." Stated Hardline. "Chale neechie..." He said using a mix of barrio slang and rez slang showing he hadn't forgotten where he'd come from on the rez or what he'd been through and who'd been there for him in San Andreas. "We're all for one one for all today. We're hitting those motherfuckers today. If you want out you wanna make parole you can sit this one out, Softline. I'll be here..."

Hardline grabbe d him by the shirt. "What did you say to me?"

"Take your fuckin hands off me. I know martial arts."

"And Im the goddamn Striker..."

The gang member then said, "Listen...you want to do this? Really do this? Fine. But we gotta get the guards attention diverted. I'll get IC for that/ We already have sweated with those motherfuckers in the lodges much as I don't like it...I'm gonna do something to make this happen and after that I'm gonna want a favor from you but don't you fuckin EVER disrespect me agaoin."

"Fine. What's the favor?"

"There's some neechie...he's from South Yankton. Now apperently he has ties to us. But he claimed what we do down in his state now as far as I know...there might be some who haveties to both states that represent Warrior but I want to make absolutely sure this guy is for real cause there's no official chapter in the states. I want to know who he is and what he's done. Find out if he's legit or not. If he is, cool. If not that's a problem. I need you to find out either way. Guy's a gun dealer. I heard he's got connections to some of us. I just wanna know if that's true. And see if he can help us out. Funds, or what have you."

"You don't need that...we got Shep..." Paul stated.

"That's true but we could always have more help. I know the skins in the states have a totally different struggle. But a true man representing us...knows our struggle is with the Dead Beats. More than IC more than TS. If he's ot helping with that he's not really a Warrior now is he?"

"I'll see what I can find out..." Paul said. "Assuming I don't end up in lock up."

"Hey...it's too bad you won't let this wait until you get a sweat lodge, man. Cause if you die...there's no you're gonna rest in peace."

Paul sneered. "You sound like Jean."

"Who do you think we're doing this for, dude?" Shot back Hardline. "Yeah well...rest in peace...is a Christian term. Do I look like some bible thumper coward to you? And also..cermonies are for after a battle to cleanse, remember? Wouldn't make sense for me to get clean just to dirty up again."

"The concept of resting peacefully is not Christian even if the term is...if that's even true..." Hardline argue. "You will wander the earth an angry spirit."

"That's gonna happen anyway..." Paul said. "We're in prison. And I hope I die before Lucifer does at any rate. Then I can torture him forever."

Later, they were ready to hit the yard. The Angels were not out there but the Tribal Syndicate and the Indian Clique was. They had strangely enough agreed. Hardline was able to talk the shot caller for the IC into it because they had gone to sweat lodge together. With the Tribal Syndicate, he simply stated that he knew where the man's family lived and that if he didn't help today, he would hav them killed. Hardline expected to make an enemy down the line of him but this was about today. Paul had called his lawyer and found out bits and pieces. It turned out Danyen knew ho the guy wasbut he didn't get specifics and he wanted to arrange to try and talk to Danyen if he could but he didn't know if he'd be able to get ahold of him.

They hit the yard. The black inmates were unsuspecting and cocky. One of them even laughed looking at Buckeye. The Native/Metis inmates were all to look natural. It was very similiar to the riot at Eagle Bay in the year Indian Clique members were starting a fight with the guards to cause distraction. This would be their cue once it happened. Paul approached Brandon. "Hey, man, I'm sorry..."

"i don't wanna talk about it..." The Onondaga Warrior stated. All though Brandon was of another tribe, Benjamin had been his cousin and they were of the same clan. "You know these Kahontsis...they're not even remotely connected to the ones that killed him, right? That's the last thing I'm gonna ask about it..." Paul said.

"I know that. And I don't care. They're gong down. You got sway to San Andreas right? You better get a fuckin kite out there I want the motherfuckers that killed him dead. And Jean is an Elder at this point man. He should be untouchable. He just asked them the same thing aout cutting the drugs so people wouldn't OD...and they did the same thing to him."

Paul pulled out the shank. "Yep. I learned that lesson hard three years ago, man. I'm never going back."

It was started. The Native inmates ran towards the various inmates from various gangs. The Mad Dogz, the Ballas and Families, strange as it was that they were in Canada and of primarily Carribbean and African immigrant descent at that. They rushed the Afro Canadians with a rage like fever. Paul jammed the plexi glass shank into soft black skin striking a muscular man taller than him standing at 6'9. His height did not matter however, as Paul opened his throat.

He went for the leader of the man who had jumped Jean next but he had a crowd of men guarding him. That was where the other Red Warriors and the Tribal Syndicate came into play. Flesh was bloodied as both the advanced shanks that the Warriors carried and the generic ones the Syndicate had hit them. A few of their enemies had shanks as well stashed at spots on the yard and tey ran at them

One man of Ojibwe ancestry fell onto the ground as a Somalian inmate stabbed him in the chest. A Nigerian born inmate fell as an Inuit plunged a toothbrush shiv into his larynx. A Canadian born black man from the projects standing at six feet held off two Cree members of the Syndicate and every time they would try and stab him he was faster and would stab at their arms before they coulddeliver and each time they would draw back their arms with a fresh wound on it.

Paul ran through two men in fast succesion using his own martial arts skill to plunge through man after man, not caring for his own survival. Brandon was in a fury too. He had taken a beating on the ground when four men had dogpiled on him and his face was bloody fromit but Hardline and Seymor had bailed him out by stabbing them from behind. Brandon jumped on the backs of one of the men that had stabbed him that was now nursing an armpit wound courtesy of Hardline. Tear gas was fired as well as mace all over the yard but it wasn't stopping them.

Brandon plunged theh shank into the spine of the man who had stabbed him and proceeded to stomp on the back of his head as he fell to the ground for the last time. Paul roared with anger finally reaching the leader who had been among those to beat Jean. The man had a shank in his hand and he tried to stab Paul in the stomach but Paul let his left hand meet the blade and even as he stabbed it and he knew pain would be in there later, he felt nothing. He stabbed the man in his stomach. He hit him four more times holding onto him with his hand on his left collar and he stabbed him in the throat his angry hazel/green eyes flashing with darkness as he stared into the brown eyes of his adversary who cried out with a mouth full of blood which sprayed up onto Paul's face and soon he was dead weight in Paul's arms. Paul held him and stabbed him one more time staring diretly into his eyes as if to say, I own you. I control your life and your death. Your destiny is in my hands.

Paul gave him a kick. He fell dead on the grass. Brandon managed to get one of the men that had jumped Jean and he plunged it into his artery near his left collar bone and watched his artery empty itself. Seymour buried his blade into the brainstem of a member of the Mad Dogz. The men were so covered in tear gas that they could barely see each other other than sillouettes and every next enemy each side encountered it was like a game of Russian Rhoulette. Buckeye was simply stomping on the man of which he had got that was responsible, a bald dark skinned black male from Teranto while Hardline was head slamming a black male with dreadlocks and he used the shank to cut off a piece of dreadlock with his scalp attached to it. He howled holding it up before finally surrendering to the authorities as the smoke was clearing.

Paul ran across the field. He spotted members of the Nordic Posse on the ground as they were supposed to and he began to stab them while they were down in a frenzy. Som of them got off the round after he had stabbed two of them in the brai stem and some picked back up the shanks they had pulled to protect themselves. Paul felt the stab of one of the inmates tatted with swastikas. Then another. He stabbed the men who stabbed him. Brandon ran in to try and help and soon so did Seymour. He did not want that. he just wanted to die himself. And to take as many of them with as possible. he felt another stab wound in his side. Brandon was soon subdued by the guards as they rushed in and he was maced as was Seymour even though each man had grabbed a member of the Nordic Posse and shanked them.

Paul fell to the earth as he wa maced having been stabbed several times. The alarms blared and finally they managed to stop the riot. Paul with watery eyes looked at the sky. So this is how I die...under the open sky with blood and dirt in my face and hair. Like a warrior from the days of the past...

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The NACA Blonde is a parody of NOLA Blonde, New Arcadi Pilsner is based on the Crescent City Pilsner Irish Sea Stout is a nod to Irish Channel Stout Torquedog is based on Turbodog and Amber Springs while I did not see it as my place to make a parody of Albita Springs, La, since two of the five beer companies I named can be found out there, I decided to just do a slight ariation on Albita Amber. You figure this would keep most cops plus fire departments pretty busy and for sure the FIB. He also sent bombs one to the NAPD and one to the FIB but those will get disarmed. The others however didn't and 8 people have died in the Torquedog factory.

As for Romeo that's the end for him. He died this chapter in a sacrificial way. As for the shootout at the titty bar that's based on the mission in Saints Row 2 when you shoot up the club full of Ronin.

And now he big secret about Tanaka is revealed unless you already saw that connection that he was also the Triad. As for Paul and Mai he will take her up on this offer but the next time I show this story and update it will be 2016. Except for a colorful interview kind of like a 60 minutes type interview that the whole country wiould see including Paul's enemies in New Arcadia he has not even made yet. But this now also gives him a connection to the IAA again. I would hope Zilla can have his characters reacting to what is said in the interview that'll be net chapter like before cause he had also mentioned having Lee and Task talking about the hit on th Asian are in San Andreas. And also with the death of Benjamin the BGA hit them back.

neto hitting up Dockington actually had nothing to do with the NEw Arcadia storyline he did this because it's Black August and while the BGF likes to take out a lot of their enemies during that time cause of George Jackson and all, La Eme likes to hit BGF a lot during it too. I don't know if the Aryan Brotherhood does that or not though but I think so. I know the AB is often the victim in BGF hits though and I think i had read something about some incident at the Marion prison or maybe it was a Maryland prison i dont remember.

The cultural significance of Paul seemingly dying and looking up at the sky with a relief that he is looking at the sky is that to Haudenosaunee people...it's like this some tribes associate being face down with death others associate face up with death. The Lakota, I think they have a belief that if you died facedown your spirit won't go to the afterlife so i guess while i initially thought that was diffferent from us it's kind of the same. We associate face up as a death thng but in truth both are correct and in a battle as with sleeping it can happen either way but in Paul's mind the way he thinks he sees it as symbolically correct for him. He didn't expect that he would go to the Sky World which is the regular afterlife for us. He expected to go to be with our god of war, Ariskoi where the Northern Lights are. That's where warriors go. I guess you could say it's similiar to Valhalla in that sense.

As for Paul he is not dead he just got wounded because he went full kamikaze and got injured so he's in the hospital in critical the time skip between August of 2015 and the start of 2016 he will be in ad seg his time in general population is over after what he pulled. The only reason he would not be spending the rest of his life in utter isolation going crazy is he is willing to take Mai up on her offer.

Also, that was Eddie attacking G Bone and Janea. The shooting where G Bone suddenly hears a ringing is based on the Sopranos when Sil is out with Jerry and he gets shot. So far Eddie has killed successfully most of who he has attacked in this story and I thought what about a failed attempt that all the same ended up a shit show on both sides? He wanted to take out Tyson as a leader and Weasel as a leader. Will Tyson, his girlfriend and Weasel survive? Cheri obviously did not. The point of this though was to have Eddie finally take a loss somewhat.

Also, uch like Lee and Felixs fight where Flix got hos legs fucked up and lee was clinically dead well Ma's legs were broken and she'll need at least 4 months recovery as far as how bad any other injries will be since me and Zilla discussed it and Lee would nurse her back to health, I leave the severity up to him. And Neto will be clinically dead for a couple minutes during surgery.

Next chapter we'll see the riot, Paul will finally get out of prison if only at the very end of the chapter next chapter, Neto will still want to retaliate against the Da Nang Boyz next for what was done to Nata. We'll see what is going on with Packie and Neto will make his move on Mexico the one Mai found out about from Lil Maniaco.

and the aftermath of what was done with Eddie and the AV will be shown next chapter too.

Hope you enjoyed. Have a great week.