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.

73. Homecoming Dance Of Death

Los Santos

August 22, 2015

Clyde stood on the edge of a bridge near East Los Santos. He had a Beretta pressed to the side of his temple. He had intended to stand on the edge of it and shoot himself as he leaned over and would fall into the LS River but a few people had called teh cops and now there was a crowd. "Stand the fuck back!" He growled. "I'll do it!" He warned.

He was also high off his ass on cocaine mixed with heroin. "Don't any of you fuckin pigs try and shoot the gun outta my hand or shoot me in the leg either!" He screamed. An African American officer, Lemont Hawkins aged forty one, a veteran of the LSPD for nineteen years was trying to talk him down. He stood five ten and had a wrinkled face from stress and his jet black hair was starting to gray in spots. He was actually a Sgt and these twelve hour shifts were starting to get to him.

"It's all right, son just come down! You don't want to do this."

"How the FUCK would you know what I want to do, asshole?! You don't know me!" Clyde screamed. "I do know you, partner. I bet ten large on that game of yours when you played Carcer City, man. You won me a lot. You got no idea what it's like being a 69ers fan in Los Santos! You had talent kid you still do but you got a raw deal. I know! But that's life! Most men would give their left nut to just play even two seasons. Even most college ball players would lolve to have done what you did even for a while!"

"You dont care. You're just a cop doing what you're paid to! Why don't you go and fuck with some kid in South Central! They can have a future if you reach them. NOT ME!" He was sweating and his hand was shaking.

"Look, son...I understand...I've wanted to blow my own brains out before..."

"BULLSHIT! I know the statistics. It's whites and Native Americans that kill ourselves the most. Not blacks!"

"Just cause we're the least likely to doesn't mean we don't do it. If we didn't do it all, we'd just not even be considered and the second lowest group would be the most likely to."

"You get to do what you want you donut munching cocksucker! I don't! I get to die an insignificant piece of shit!"

"You're high off your ass, man. I can see your pupils from here. How do I know..better yet how do you know that aint the drugs fucking with you? That shit changes your personality. Now you may never play in the NFL again but I don't see how smack is gonna help. You think I don't have bad days?! I'm a cop! You mentioned South Central? I'm there a lot of the time. Kids down there dodge death daily so you're right. Suicide is unthinkable for us. But you...you're making a choice."

"I aint a coward! Suicide aint cowardly!" Roared Clyde. "It takes balls most people don't have! If anybody is a coward it's the people that try and don't go through with it!"

"I know it aint cowardly..." Lemont stated. "But just because something aint cowardly don't make it good either. You mentioned Native Americans...I knew this little girl. Cutest thing you ever did see. I think she was also Mexican. She had braces and they teased her in school for being ugly. Now anybody with eyes can see she wasn't ugly. But she didn't believe that and she killed herself because those little MOTHERFUCKERS teased her on social media too. That's the problem. When you and me were growing up, Clyde it was just at school and maybe out and about. They couldn't hurt you at home. Kids now with the Life Invader and Bleeter..."

"So what? You failed to talk her down too then?"

"I came after the fact!" Lemont stated. "There's historic reasons for why a lot of them kill themselves but in this case it was just bullying. You? You aint gotta go out like this. This all comes down to your inability to play. I understand. You don't want to live regular. Who would?! But you...you can help the next rookie coming along. You never know!"

Clyde cried out, "Fucking Jill, man...I let her down..."

"Who...who's Jill?"

"She's a cop...like you..."

"Listen...if I can get Jill over here..if you tell me what precinct she's at her last name will you come down from there?!"

"I'll fuckin think about it!" Clyde shot back.

It was a bit of a wait and the officer kept him occupied. Jill finally showed up and she said, "Clyde...what is this about?! What's wrong?"

"Jill...you look good..." He said starting to look at her but still stand on the ledge not looking at the fall down below him. "You look terrible...Clyde what are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry...for everything...it wasn't my idea to drag you into this. I wanted to die...but this CUNT...he asked me..."

"Clyde, whatever else it is I forgive you. Remember? You let me pay you back."

"I know...but it hasn't fixed my heart...\what I did to you..." He looked and saw the helicopter for the local news watching."

"God...I didn't think I was gonna have this much of a crowd..."

"Clyde, you stood on a bridge lots of people use. How do I know this isn't for the attention?"

"It's not!" He cried. "I was just trying to work up the nerve. You don't have to sound so clinical about it...so cold...that was always the hardest part of being with you."

"Yeah and it was your temper that made it hard to be with you. And your ego."

"Christ...you WANT me to do this!" His hand shook and he sniffed. "No. I don't! Just come down from there..." Jill said. "But if you ever wanted to get back with me...this isn't the way to go about it."

"I never wanted to lose you..."He repeated. "It was that fucking gang banging piece of shit, Baby Face! I hate that motherfucker! I hate the Da Nang Boyz! You and me...we did a lot of bad things together...but you're a cop..."

"I'm trying to make up for my past...and right the wrong me and my dad did. You should find a way to do the same. I do want you top get better, Clyde! But this isn't healthy."

"If I was to get help...would you ever go out with me again?"

Jill paused and thought. "Yeah...you used to be sweet. If you get serious mental help, I will..."just come down..."

"You're lying..." He said.

"No!" She had a frantic tone. "I'm not!"

"I'm sorry..." He said. She ran towards him and he slipped and he pulled the trigger. Both his foot and hand slipped. Blood from the wound leaked and she barely managed to catch him. "CLYDE!" She cried out and Officer Hawkins ran forward to help too. They pulled him before he could fall but he was not conscious.

Neto

January, 15 2016

Crimson Paint In A Red Zone

Neto had only survived because Jose had come back to save him. He suspected that the man Neto had fought with had a chance to kill him but was more focused on saving the Hmong's life. Jose didn't care about either one of them. Timing had been critical and he had driven them both to Cruz to get the bullets dug out of themselves. Neto had been clinically dead for a minute and a half. Now it had been four months give or take. They were back in San Andreas

Neto had got a wila from the carnales at Eagle Bay. The Senoras or rather the female counterpart to La Onda, often the girlfriends wives or sometimes sisters of male members, had a cause of concern within their own prisons. While the Vagas, females in the Vagos gang had control of many female prisons in San Andreas, this was not the case in one of the female correctional facilities upstate. A female Rifa from Ohlone, San Andreas was essentially running things even though North Side Chicanos in the pen under Nuestra Syndicato didn't have a female counterpart, there was still a way for a high ranking woman to still run their side.

The problem as though, La Onda didn't like it. She had made too much money and gained too much influence and respect inside not just among northern San Andreas Mexicanas but also among white and black females as they at least knew not to cross her. She had to go and that was the bottom line. Especially now that she was out on the streets again. Neto had been contacted by the carnales at Eagle Bay and he had been told to meet up with some Vagos in San Fierro who would assist him in what he had to do.

Neto had been snorting and injecting as usual, anything to take away the pain of Nata's death. He didn't like to admit that he cared about anybody. The pain of caring was all too real for him and it was reopening old wounds with Nenetl's death. He couldn't keep up the facade as much anymore of being Death. The scariest thing wasn't being Death. He never felt better when he had his face painted like the Grim Reaper on Dia De Los Muertos or wearin a mask that looked like Death. It was his own face that was scary. Being Ikal was what terrified him the most. Being that person that still had innocence. Even though he loved that part of himself that couldn't speak Spanish once in the middle of Mexico and only knew Mayan, he also knew it was years ago and an innocence he couldn't have back. Didn't need back.

He reluctantly looked in the mirror at himself as he drove north on the Interstate 5 to go to San Fierro and he almost jumped as for a second he did not see his own reflection ut the reflection of himself as a teenager, a few years before his life had been ruined. He blinked and it was his normal face again. The truth was, he had been living life like a Mestizo despite once having hated them for mocking his own connection to his ancestral roots to make up for their own lack of their own.

He thought of Paul and how he had been in prison all this time and he thought, It's funny...he's a half breed and all this time he's been acting like he's a pure blood or at least what he thinks a pure blood is supposed to be. And I've been doing the opposite. Trying to be like a pinche mestizo...that kid has probably spoken Kanienke'ha more recently than i've spoken any Mayan. All to be a gangster. The funny thing too was that he also knew Nahuatl now too. The carnales had been teaching it sending him books. But it was strange using the holy language of the Aztecs for criminal purposes.

Neto felt like he almost had what resembled a conscious starting to peer through the fog in his brain and he didn't like it. Feeling was an ugly thing. He pulled out his bowie knife as he drove and he snorted some more meth. His cell phone rang. "Bueno..." He said after three rings putting the knife down and he didn't want to sound like he'd been doing what he'd been doing. It was Gata on the phone. "Have you been avoiding me? You need to deal with what happened to Nata, homes...you need to come back."

"I have a jale to do, Gata. If it's this touch feely shit you called to talk about it can wait."

"No, it's not that. But your own avoidance is keeping you from taking care of business."

"What?! I'm on my way to Nor San An to deal with business right now..."

"I'm not talking about that Norputa. I'm saying you know Troubles from Rancho? She's been trying to get ahold of needs some help is all. They want you to drop in."

"Trouble with what?"

"Trouble with the Madrazo cartel. The Ballas, Families...plus a lot of the homies around the city have been talking. Those jueros from the west side and the shit they've been up to lately it's got people talking. MH 1 is starting shit too. Trying to attack Mexicans in broad day light in West LS varrios all over. And they've been causing trouble in Cypress Flats too they been blowing up your phone."

"I'll be bacjk when I can. Also...I don't know what you mean by Norputa. I'm going up there to see the scenery. Gonna get a helicopter tour of San Fierro..." He hung up.

He finally pulled up as he arrived in Garcia, San Fierro on 18th street. Like Los Santos, this was where the Aztecas could be found. He approached the house where the dark brown peyote was parked out front and he knocked. The door opened slowly and a Chicana woman wearing a black midriff top with curly ringlets for hair and bright brown skin and golden eyes answered the door. She also wore black jeans. "¿Quién eres tú?"

(Who are you?)

"La Muerte...you can take that pistol you got from behind the door. I'm not a buster."

"¡Furtivo! You got a guest!" She said as she opened the door letting him in and she uncocked the pistol. "Don't ever pull a cuete on me again..." He warned. "Or you'll regret it."

"I'm already regretting it."

"Que vo homes..." Called a man from the couch with a shaved head wearing sunglasses. He wore a white t shirt and blue baggy jeans and he had Loc Down sunglasses and he had a shaved head. "You're the vato I heard so much about..."

"Yeah. Let's cut to the chase. What's the deal with this bitch we gotta lay out?"

"This puta...Angelita. That's her placa on the streets. She runs shit in the pinta for busters inside. Their homegirls. But she's got some influence even over men. She has a few blocks in Ohlone of her own. Don't answer to anybody except NS. Vagos...Aztecas...Marabunta we're at a serious disadvantage in Ohlone. Some might say we don't exist out there. Only Rifas and Paisas and they can't stand each other either. Paisano Hermano. AKA Frontera Hermanos depening on what you wanna call em. But they ran out the carnales that used to have territory out there. I had a cousin out there that got blasted by some Norputo out there. Taking her out would hurt them. We don't got turf in the East Bay at least not in O Town but if we take care of her, we'll be at better advantage out here. The carnales need a thing to get their heads held up high."

"Taking out the busters pipeline would help. A lot..." Added the chola. "She's still smuggling shit into the pen she aint just doing it at female prisons at this point. She's gotten shit smuggled into Eagle Bay too."

"Orale...I'll deal with them. But you're coming with me. All of you. And while we're at it I noticed some tags from another varrio as I was coming in. Make some calls and tell the gente from 19th street that they're coming with. Marabunta too if you can reach them. I don't care what pedo you got on the streets. We do this shit as a single unit or not at all."

"But you're La Muerte. Santa Muerte, man! You're a God of death, ese..." Stated the Azteca shot caller. "You don't need no army you're a one man army."

"True but they're less likely to shoot me if they got extra people to shoot at. And I value my own ass over all others and while I'm at it...if it helps you feel better just know you don't have a choice. This is an order. They told me they needed help but really they were asking. I talked to El Torpe from 19th street and it's his hermano running 19th street so they gotta be along for this. But me and him we're equals in this shit. Since Fierro aint anywhere near the size of LS, he runs you vatos too he runs all of Garcia's Kanpoleros."

"Orale...we'll make sure it gets done..." Stated the Azteca shot caller. "Oye, Sparky! Clavo!" Sparky was a tall Chicano of about six feet with shaggy black hair and a handle mustache and he wore a white wife beater and gray khakis. Clavo wore a fedora and he had a blue and white striped shirt dressed somewhat more modern from the typical 90's cholo style and he wore baggy blue jeans. He also called out to the female gang member. "Dollie..." He said. "You and Loba stlll got the Shotguns?"

The chola nodded. "Yeah."

"Orale, mija. Go pick her up then and meet us in Ohlone. We're gonna have a little party..."

Furtivo came outside. He loaded up an AK-74. Sparky had two Uzis, Clavo carried a Mac-11. Furtivo made a quick call speaking in Spanish on the phone before getting off. "All right, Neto. 19th Street is in. I can't speak on 16th though. And Dollie is calling up somebody she did time with in Marabunta."

As they drove across the bridge, Clavo asked, "Hey so what's it like down south?"

"Smoggy."

"Nah really, bro what's it like in the land of Los?"

"It's nothing glamorous. You got your rich Vinewood culeros up in the hills looking down on everybody. Then in Rancho you got people like us. The poor. The ghetto. in between that is downtown. Same as any city. And the rich fuckers always seem to live on the north side of town. Or the west. It's not like the 90's or 80's but lives have still been lost... these last three years. A lot has happened."

Neto thought to himself that he couldn't figure out if Los Santos had just been crazier because he had been there or if it had just been naturally like that. How much difference could one man make on a city with over 4 million people and a county with over ten million? The likely answer was that he had in fact made the city crazier since coming to town but then the murder rate was in the thousands in the 1980's and fro 1992 to 1996 the crime rates were off the charts.

He thought back to that boy he had been in the Yucatan and it all seemed like another life. He certainly didn't recognize himself anymore as the boy he had been. He wondered if his parents would either.

"Shit, man. I look at the city down there as the home town even though I never been there but they just look down on us. They see us as fake cause we live up here..." Stated Clavo.

"They look at paisa cliques the same way. But they come to learn...we dance in our own way down south."

He pulled up to a house on 51st street. "There. Right there..." Stated Furtivo. "That's where that mayatera lives."

Neto got out reading his Spas 12. He also was packing a different Rifle today. He had an M4 with a scope and instead of carrying a 60 round magazine for it, he simply had two thirty magazines held together by a scrunchie that he had tied together. He was leaving it in the car however, for when the need for long range action started. He spotted three men on the corner who had noticed them. They ran and whistled running away. "Yeah ese...that's those motherfuckers, man! These Bushrot levas..." Growled Furtivo sliding back on the AK.

He aimed out the window at the fleeing Rifas. "Scrapas coming, bro!" Screamed a Rifa. Furtivo did not hesitate. He sprayed twenty rounds out the window and mowed down all three men striking each of them in the back. Five Rifas came out of a house two doors down the first wearing a 69ers jersey and hat and black jeans carrying a Remington 870, the next a female wearing a red bandanana and much to the annoyance of Neto, despite being Chicana, she had her hair in cornrows. The next was a Rifa with a shaved head and light brown skin light brown hair and an almost blondish goatee and he yelled, "Them fuckin Ass Licker niggas are here!" He bellowed. He carried an Uzi while his homegirl had a 37 shotgun. The next was a Rifa who was half white and he had a bald head and he wore a white wife beater and aqua green rosary beads around his neck and he had two Glocks.

Clavo and Sparky sprayed at the five gang members with Clavo hitting the first two getting the jersey and cornrows with stomach and chest shots while Sparky hit the next three with rounds in the lungs and as they fell over, in the legs. Neto spotted lookouts on two rooftops with AK-47's. He stayed ducked behind the side of the car but he aimed up and he turned on the green target sighting nd he caught the Rifa in his flashlight and fired striking the man five times in the chest and the man rolled off the roof falling to the streets below.

They heard theh screech of the tires and a shotgun was also fired just as rounds came cracking out at Neto and the crew through a screen door. A dark blue Emporer rolled up and a shotgun blast was fired and the slug hit the Rifa who had fired from the screendoor. "Hey get the motherfucker with the semi!" Screamed one of the Rifas on the ground level to the other Rifa on the roof. The Rifa fired his AK fully automatic at Neto forcing him to cover. Neto stayed low as the man emptied his magazine. Neto popped back up and he fired up with four rounds yelling, "I'm a law abiding citizen! I didn't use a bumpstock! i may not have papers and I may not have a permit to carry but it's the PRINCIPAL THAT COUNTS!"

The gang member was not killed by the rounds but as he fell off the roof the additional trauma from that would prove fatal. Seven Rifas came running out this time armed with pistols, shotuns and Rifles. The Emporer parked and Dollie got out with an M1 and the woman she had been drivin with was a dark brown skinned woman of Salvadoran descent with curly black hair that hd blue streaks in it and she wore a black blouse and faded blue jeans and she wore a Pounders cap on backwards and she had a Stryker. As the Rifas ran across the street to come after them suddenly the headlights of a parked red Glendale turned on as four figures sat up and started shooting out of the window.

Four Vagos emerged from the car as four Rifas fell with holes in them. A bald Mexican American in a yellow and white Varsity jacket with light brown skin a shaved head and Loc Down sunglasses emerged carrying a 12 gauge while the other three Vagos in the car with him had Uzis and MP5's. "That's that bitch Azulito, nigga! Get him!" Screamed a Rifa only to have his jaw blown off as the 19th street gang member racked and fired again and his Uzi toting friends finished off what remained of the seven.

"RK, motherfucker!" Yelled a Vago wearing a yellow t shirt and black baggy khakis who had a flat top haircut and a gold crucifix necklace. The third Vago from 19th street was longer haired and overweight with a dark blue hat on backwards and a gray t shirt and baggy blue jeans and he had a handle bar mustache. The last was skinny and had curly hair and a goatee and wore a silver t shirt and a yellow bandanna.

The Rifas that were still defending the varrio came outside and tried to push further against the Vagos. The Vago with the yellow bananna fell as ten rounds from an AK-47 struck him in the chest. "Bring out that chapete bitch Angelita so we can end this!" Screamed Furtivo. "Fuck you Garcia jotos!" Screamed a Rifa in a red flannel shiry and black jeans as he fired a Mac-11. "This aint your faggot city, man! This is O Town!"

A burrito came rolling in and several blue clad men and women leaned out of the sliding open door. An AK-101, an M4A1, a P90, and a Calico were all fired and three Rifas were swept up by the rounds. One Rifa tried to take off down the street when the driver of the van came out and pulled his machete from his pants and he threw it at him. It hit the Rifa in the back of the skull. "Fuck you Azteca and Vagos, man! Fuckin wetbacks!"

A Rifa had shouted this. Neto flashed the light on him and he struck him with nine rounds. Finally, he saw the woman come out. She was light brown, almost white in color but had mestiza features. She wore red flannel and a pair of black jeans and a beanie.

Neto called to the man he had shot. "You call us wetbacks, motherfucker?! And you vatos accuse us of being racist!"

"That;s just Tito's opinion!" Screamed Angelita over the gunfire. "Cause those PH bitches killed his mama. But ya;ll are racist you hate on blacks!"

"Bitch get off tinto nuts!" Shouted Azulito. "You mean black BOOTY!" She boastted loudly and proudly and they noticed an African American woman next to them opening fire with an AK-47 at them and she managed to hit one of the Marabunta members in the stomach and groin. The Rifa ex con yelled, "If you're not down with black and brown unity go fuck yourself!" She screamed.

"isn't that what you dykes do since you can't get real dick?!" Shouted Furtivo.

Azulito emptied his shotgun and he finally managed to hit the girl's partner. "NoOoO!" Cried Angelita. He hit her only in her right shin and thigh but it didn't look good. "Come on, Angelita! I thought black didn't crack?! If that dark meat's wishbone gets anymore cracked I'm gonna have to make a wish!"

Angelita fired her M14 trying to hit the 19th street Vago. Dollie took the head off of a Rifa female as she hit her from behind and she cried out, "I thought NS weren't down with gays?!' Loba replied, "Who the fuck knows? She has been in the pinta for a while. Guess they don't care if it's a girl and she's making them feria!"

Neto grinned with an evil look. "Not for long..." He fired the shotgun trying to hit the female Rifa. He hit the girlfriend instead as she was already going into shock and he heard the sickening splat as the blast ripped a chunk of flesh from her other thigh. He laughed at the sound of the scream that came from Angelita. Angelita fired her sidearm aiming at Neto and hit him seven times in his vest. He was so high he didn't care that the next one hit him in the right hip. She also fired at a Marabunta female who had corned a wounded Rifa on the ground with her machete and she emptied the last fifteen rounds of her mag into the woman's back and she fell over.

Neto kicked her gun away from her. "Look, I love a good rug muncher as much as the next vato but you're not supposed ti munch velcro. How were you gonna touch her hair? Oh shit I mean her shaved head under that wig she got from India?" He kicked the Rifa in the teeth. He then grabbed the uncoscious shot caller nd threw her into the trunk.

"I picked some shit up before I got here. I'm gonna get creative with this puta!" He took her own red bandanna from her pocket and put it in her mouth. "You didn't even tie her up!" Cried Dollie.

"That doesn't matter...she's not gonna pull that shit where she tries to stick her hand through the broken tail light. You know why? It's gonna be a bumpy fuckin ride. I'm gonna drive like an asshole."

The chola kept him covered with the Shotgun as he put her in the trunk. A Rifa coming around the side of a parked red Glendale was taking shots at Furtivo wanting to put the Azteca OG out of commission but the cholo was ducked down in cover. The Rifa had medium length black hair, brown skin of a caramel hue She hiit a Rifa in the right side of the face taking all the skin off. The man's bloody tissue and sinews below were exposed and so was part of his grinning skull. He rocked back a bit before falling over.

They decided to finally make their retreat. Another Marabunta member fell dead as ten rounds from a Glock 17 hit the man before he could get back to the van. A 19th Street gangster also fell dead with buckshot in his stomach, courtesy of a disgruntled Rifa carring a 20 gauge. Neto sped out of the area once Furtivo and Clavo and Sparky got back in. Loba picked up the AK-47 from one of the deceased Rifas from the roof and she took a magazine off another nearby corpse.

"Vamanos homegirl! Let's rock!" She cried out as Loba also put the pedal to the metal. Neto got onto the Gant Bridge. "It's time to give this bitch a proper fuckin sendoff!" He yelled getting out of the car, with both blue bandannas over his face. He pulled her out of the trunk and she had indeed banged her head up. "Let me go you motherfucker!" She screamed. "My homies at E Bay are gonna green light your fuckin ass!"

"You know what, Angelita? I'd consider it an honor. It means I'm important enough to green light..." He realized, however that by saying this, certain enemies in other states by this admission, were also important then by his own definition. By Onda's own definition for green lighting them at all. "They green light us and we greenlit you. But let's say neither of us were gang bangers, chica..we were just new fish in a big pond that is the San Andrean corrections system. Who would you be more afraid of if you got a green light from?" She started to reply but he said, "Really think about it..."

"They're gonna catch you if you throw me off here, estupido! This bridge even built a barricade so fuckers can't commit suicide!"

"Yeah, probably. I'm sure the San Fierro PD or the Ohlone PD or the FIB will have me in custody this time next week. Thing is, I don't care!"

"Why don't you throw me off the Garver then instead?!" She demanded referring to the bridge that connected San Fierro to Ohlone. Neto sneered. "You'd probably enjoy that somehow. Besides...this bridge is the one that people associate with San Fierro. Not a bridge between one of America's most popular cities and its ghetto."

He then smiled. "Hey...your placa is Angelita, right? Let' see if you cn fly!" He turned on hiss Mp3 to block out her screams and the song Fly To The Angels by Slaughter blasted as he dragged her by the hair. He began to sing off key as he brought her to the edge. She drove an elbow and fists into his stomach. He barely felt it.

"Hey, Angelita...since you're a dyke what would it take to get you back on solids?!" He growled.

"FUCK YOU!" She roared."

He growled, "That's a start. But to get you back on solids we need you nice and toothless for the best head ever! Did you know that at this height hitting the water is like hitting concrete?"

She had tears in her eyes but glared trying to look hard. "What do you identify as? Quienes son tu gente?" He demanded. "Maybe I'll give you a reprieve."

"I'm fuckin Mexican and I'm American. Y que?"

"No,that's nationality. Your raza,pendeja. ¿Qué te consideras? Indio, guero, mayata o chinita?"

"I'm Latina…."

"Hijole…all right this is getting nowhere. I guess chapas really aint schooling you on La , I thought Nuestro Syndicato at least read the same libros we do…but they don't got hynas in their shit. Fuckin said you're'Latina'? Well…."

He threw her over.

The Rifa hit the water hard and at that distance and height, it was as hard as hitting the concrete but with the added danger of now being far from shore. With a sickening landing that Neto wished he could have heard beyond the sound of her hitting the water, her bones popped like bubble wrap. She now had a lacerated aorta, liver and spleen and heart. Her ribs had broken and the impact shoved them into her heart and lungs. Neto was able to watch with a sadistic grin from the top with his binoculars. "Now you're a Splat-tina!" He barked and laughed maniacally.

Just then, the car that Loba and Dollie had been in pulled up and the two women at gunpoint dragged a male out. The Rifa had a Mongolian tail and light brown skin and he wore a dark red t shirt and a teal baseball cap on backwards. "Hey, homie we came to dump this chapa too. You wanna do the honors?!" Neto dragged him y his Mongolian tail. "Sure. Who's the guy?"

"He was one of the vatos that used to fuck Angelita before she went gay for the stay in the pinta."

Neto found that weird. She liked black women and brown men. Either way it didn't matter. They would both be the Coast Guard's problem now or whoever else had to pick them up.

"Well, buster...you ready to make a big splash?"

"Fuck you! Azteca paisa campasino! Fuck your hood!"

He threw him down. As he hit the ground his wounds were just as bad. His injuries include broken sternums, clavicles, pelvises and a neck and skull fracture. He was not conscious long as he went under. Angelita was still alive spewing blood from her mouth as she had internal bleeding but she couldn't fight anymore and she was losing strength. She went under in the water. As the sea water filled her lungs, she began to asphyxiate. It took her another two minutes to die.

Her death hadn't been slow and it had not been worse than a lot of the other executions Neto had given out over the years but it was certainly excruciating pain and even if Neto had only lived two more minutes in the kind of pain she had to be in, he would consider that hell.

Mai

January 16, 2016

Baby Face had long since woken up. It had been about a week since he had. He was having to learn how to walk again. She had been there for him the way Lee had for her. It wasn't in any romantically interested kind of way though they had fucked. "You see Jill?"

"Yeah she's gone to New Arcadia. Being a cop didn't work out for her here."

"Yeah you think you know some people...all this fuckin time...no wonder she aint been to see me."

"Hey I think she would if she could but she was fucked up about what happened to you and after that thing with Clyde..."

"Yeah where is that dumb ass jock anyway?" He demanded then stopped her before she answered. "Actually fuck that. I don't care, MT. Fuck her and him. I don't wanna see her. She played me. You think you know somebody...that's what i get for trusting a white girl, man. You know how we've all talked about how women like you get with white dudes and how you don't see many of us with white chicks?"

Mai nodded. "It was like people look at us as something less. So when I prove I could pull a white woman I thought i was something else you know? But it was wrong to think that way. it was like I was scoring one for Asian men everywhere. Or maybe just saying hood Asians get it like a rich white washed Asian can't I mean I aint paid her to fuck me."

"You really think that matters more than what feelings you may have had for her? And look I get it...we all internalize white supremacy. It's part of the paradox of being Asian American."

"Yeah but I'm saying maybe the question isn't can Asian dudes get white women the way blacks and Latinos do. The question is should we even want to? That's the thing about them, Mai. I'm learning what the brothers and Ese's learn. They'l use you up and spit you out every time."

"I don't think it's that simple. You and me..we both acted selfishly. We were horny and we fucked and we involved her. And she had orgasms, Baby F but that didn't mean her feelings weren't confused. It's different for women the sex can be the best but if our feelings are confused it can ruin a good thing. We were selfish towards her."

"Yeah but she just used me as a rebound to get back at Clyde. She was slumming it. And soon as I get lit up she's gone. Only the homies were around to take care of business and you. She could have helped you get revenge on the TP's for me but she didn't. And she's a pig. Don't matter if she ran away to the south. If she wanted to she could have arrested us for any number of shit we did together. I may not agree with your pops and the way he handles things but he's a good leader. Even with the IAa pastand all that. It almost kinda makes it a little safer for the homies knowing he had some training."

He sighed and said, "Look don't take this the wrong way cause you don't otta do anything about it and neither do I...I mean my homegirls in the hood they got me but...I'm kinda feeling you you know? Even when Jill ran off it's like you stuck around and I know it wasn't just for me. It was for all of us but still. You're real, Mai."

She wanted very badly to tell him the truth about herself and she saw his accetance of her father's past employment as a sign that maybe she should but her beating heart made her afraid to.

"I don't...know what to say..."

"You don't gotta say anything. Like I said I'm good but I mean...you got a way of impacting people around you. By the way...that dude that saved you...he's made a friend for life whether he realizes it or not. Cause I mean we knew you before he did but he still stepped up. You tell him if he needs anything we got him."

"I will but...he's kind of on his own path."

"Yeah I could tell...he acts like a stranger. i get it. He grew up some kind of way and he looks at us like we grew up in our culture but that aint the way it is. Truth is being Asian in this country is a struggle. Two warring identies in one dark body. But you know what's crazy though? I did a little looking into him. And you know the Dragon Circle Triads...we got business with them right but at the same time...some of them actually...I think their leader might actually remember his parents up in San Fierro from back then. Don't hold me to it though cause my memory is kinda fucked up and still coming back in bits since the shooting...but I'm telling you...i remember doing some looking into that. I aint saying they were criminally involved just that they know who each other were."

Mai looked at the handcuffs he had around his wrists with a frown. "So they're bringing you up on charges?"

"Yeah...I got my lawyer doing what he can on his end but as soon as I get out, they plan on taking my yellow ass to court. If it's not one thing it's another. Aint that a bitch? Just being around another felon for bringing me to the hospital, he gets booked and so do I. It's a violation to save my fuckin life..."

Mai had an idea. "Listen, I got an idea...in case you don't get out of here without prison time. I'm gonna pull some strings on your behalf. You're right that Jill did leave suddenly but you have to understand something trumatic happened to her again after she saw Clyde and it made her quit the force. I can talk to her too for ya.

"Fuck no. Keep that pale bitch away from me. From now on, I'm all about my Asian queens. And if I'm being honest since I know you won't judge me well...the sisters and the Latinas too now that I'm feeling more tolerant. He also chuckled looking toward his own groin. "Plus I got a stereotype about Asian guys to disprove."

He then said, "That wasn't the surprise, was it?"

"No. You'll see what it is..." She said with a smirk. "I could be involved with your surprise or I could stay out of it. It's your call, stud."

"Fourway."

Paul

January 22, 2016

Winnipek, Manitou.

He had been glad to have been locked up for most of the fall and the better part ofthe winter. The sun was starting to show more this time of year. For the time being, he was free. He meditated in the sun or what was his idea of meditating. He always thought that was some Buddhist thing and he didn't know if there was ever a Longhouse variant of it. He knew Mai had arranged it so that for now as far as the public knew, he was still in Ad Seg. What happened was they made it seem as though he was still inside and they'd gotten the warden to keep quiet about it and until he did what he was supposed to, the public would believe he was still in prison.

Even being here where he was was putting that delicate balance at risk but lives were being lost in the war with the Dead Beats and he knew that and he couldn't just let it happen. The Warriors had always done well against the Angels but he knew that as in the past, so was the present and Natives valued the lives of a lost friend more than whites did. How could it ever be different when whites fought the way they had at D Day? They would just send men into the grinder untill the grinder was so full of meat it shut down.

He understood however that in combat some objectives were worth losing lives for to take a position of strength but even those leaders who had been great leaders that had taken forts had valued the life of a lost one more than those of European descent. The sheer fact that in Native society homelessness did not exist while in white society both past and present it had, this proved that Natives were not the inferior race. In fact culturally, they were superior. Shep and Chogan approached him on one side. Dawn and Ace and even Raymond on the other. He embraced her and he could feel her warmth and see she was glad he was out but he could also feel her sorrow. it hung there in the air.

Her hair had been cut to neck length. While still pretty, he wasn't sure how he felt about it. "You're finally out..." She said. "Yeah...finally...I thought I was in for life...I was..."

"This motherfucker looks like Jimmy Yahoo, man! You get more jacked every time I see ya!" Stated Chogan. "Ya know there's weights on the streets too right?"

Paul impersonated the cartoon character botH had watched on Animation Network as kids in the early 2000s. "HOO HA HUH! MAN IM PRETTY!"

"You're out now..." Shep said. "Hey you saw Hardline in there? And Seymour?"

Paul nodded. "Yeah...Hardline got sent up to another prison though. Seymour was in ad seg too. Buckeye..." He sighed. Buckeye had been beaten to death by the guards. They claimed it was during an attempt to restrain him but he didn't believe them. It was a riot and things got crazy. They might not have gone in wanting to kill him but they wouldn't be concerned with his life being preserved either. "How's dad...?" Asked Little Joe. "He made a speedy recovery..." Paul replied. "That was why we rioted with the niggers."

"Hey Joe...don't call him that. He aint our fuckin dad..." The big Cree growled. "Yeah he is...he might not hae been father of the year..." The youngest said, "But he tried and I know he cares..."

"You don't know shit little brother!" Screamed Shep. "You weren't there when Jean was drunk and loaded and beating on mom, man! You weren't there when he broke into my piggy bank to see if there was money to get some smack. I'm sure he is proud he created the R Dubs. It's the only good thing that ever came from that bastard..."

"All this time in there...he didn't tell me until later. Why did I have to find out from a kite in the hole?" Demanded Paul. "You wouldn't understand. It's family shit. you killed your Rakeni'ha..." Shep said making it personal by using the Kanienkeha word for father to drive his point home. "I never had that luxury."

"It wasn't a luxury. It ruined my life. Yeah i hated him and wanted him dead but most of all I'd have wished things were different."

"But they weren't different. You did time in there and so did I. It changes you. And honestly? Me and Chogan and Joey here...we fell to this shit not to be like Jean...but cause that was the legacy of the fuckin neighborhood. It was our inheritance."

"Yeah well i don't exactly got a lot to smile about either. i lost two friends in there within a short amount of time and I watched my girl die...and Lucifer..."

"Yeah about that..." Dawn said speaking up. "This motherfucker is still on the lamb. They swore in a new president of the chapter but from what I heard he's not really leadership material. He's more meant to just be a mouth piece while Lucifer calls the shots behind the scenes. They're still out here too trying to test us."

She then realized something with a slight smile despite the sadness in her eyes. "Hey. It's your birthday today isn't it?"

"Yeah. You remembered?"

"Of course. You remember mine?"

"Ehh...December..5th?"

She got a serious look on her face. "I'm joking...i know you're a scorpio. Come on now..."

She laughed for the first time in a while. "It's your birthday? Well shit we gotta go out and celebrate man! Ah hell you don't drink though..." Chogan said.

"Yeah that must just kILL you doesn't it?"

"It might!" The Cree youth shot back. Little Joe suggested, "Well we could still get a beer and a burger and Paul could just get like a soda or something. In fact don't they got a free birthday burger deal at Blue Robin?"

Paul chuckled. "Fuck, I haven't had a burger from there in three years. I ate commisary food on the inside but it was ust bits and pieces here and there."

"Yeah, i say we go out and celebrate too..." Shep said. "But K:or. After that, later on you and me gotta have a one on one talk. Some things I need to ask you about. Especially now that you're out."

"Can I be in on that conversation? I got questions too..." Little Joe said. "Like what the Mountain was like."

"No..." Shep said shaking his head. "this will be between me and the Mohawk."

He noticed this time that he didn't say anything about his mixed blood status and had only just referred to him by tribe. It was a change. "Anything I should be worried about?"

"If you're straight up with me, no..." Stated Shep. "But I got seniority. Jean may be king turd of shit mountain inside but on the street...I'm the Chief."

"Chief and Indians? Really?" Dawn rolled her eyes. "Aside from being cliche don't you think that's redundant as fuck?"

"What does that mean, redundant?" Asked Little Joe. "I think it means like extra?" Chogan replied. Paul answered, "Well I never had a probem with being Indian. And as for Chief, I never asked for leadershi positions but people have looked to me for it."

"That's the best kind of leader, brother..." Stated Ace. "It means you aint power hungry like this angry SOB..." He grinned.

"Fuck you, Ace..." Sheppard said. "But all bullshit aside, that's is the ultimate example of a man who wants power and can't get enough. He's put in another prez only to be his puppet master and at the same time if shit hits the fan, have a fall guy. All while coasting on his fame...or should I say infamy during the biker wars. Lucifer had a hand in the death of that kid that died from that bomb..."

"Come on bro we all know that already..."Raymond stated. "Why you gotta bring up old shit?"

"Because it means this cocksucker has been getting away with heinous shit like that since at least before 2001 and while he has been to the clink many times like your run-of-the-mill Dead Beat, he never got any time for killing that kid. I don't care about that kid either. Just a little bleach nigger..." He said. "But if it had been me or any other Warrior or an Indian Clique member or a Syndicate hitter who had done that we would b in prison for fucking ever.

They went out to Blue Robin to get burgers. Shep ordered a few shots and he allowed Chogan and Little Joe to have one with their Sprunks. "I thought you didn't want us drinking?" Asked Chogan. "If you do I'd rather you drink with me..."

Dawn ordered a chicken sandwich with fries, K:or got a bacon cheeseburger with fries and an E Cola.

After a while, Little Joe got a sad look on his face. They were having a good time and K:or was in disbelief he was free. Joe finally said, "Hey, man can you come to the bathroom with me? I gotta tell you something."

Chogan chuckled dipping a fry in tartar sauce. "You wanna suckl his dick, Joe? Damn man, he just got outta prison he's probably trying to forget all the fags in there!"

"Shut up, Chode Gun..." Growled Little Joe. "You're the one eating tartar sauce it looks like jizz. Real men eat ketchup with their fries. Like me and Paul..shit sorry man, I meant K:or."

"K:or..." Sheppard growled with a biteful of burger as he took a sip of Sprunk to wash it down. "Blood and fuckin K:or."

The full blooded Cree said, "Ya know, Redwood, you went through a lot of shit. Got betrayed by some fuckin Kaskitewâw's..." He said referring to when the Families shot him. "You got put on death row, you got..." He decided to not mention Aila since he knew the wound was still fresh. "You got shanked more times than I did. But you didn't lose your manhood,. I know what a bitch looks like even after he gets out the look is still in his eyes. Be proud of that."

K:or raised his soda glass. "Here here..." He stood up and said, "All right Joe, come on then. But it better not be to smoke a blunt in there. I like this place I don't wanna get thrown out."

"Nah, man, Ray told me from the kite you sent that you were trying to not even do that. You're chemical free. Unless you count fast food."

"So what's up?" Paul asked. "Look...you know how Aila told you about us...in addition to having sex with the Kaskitewâw in a one night stand and having that relationship with the monias."

"Yeah...she said it was a lie."

"Thing is...it wasn't a lie, man. She said it to hurt you that's true but she I guess thought she could do damage control or something. I'm sorry...like I said I was a virgin back then...and yeah I did fuck that drunk chick too but that was later...it we weren't doing it to insult you man."

Paul stared hard at him and said, "Okay."

"Thats it?"

"Yeah."

"I want your forgiveness...you can't be this okay with this."

"What can I do? Besides even though yeah it would be a betrayal if we had been going steady...better you than an outsider I know she did that too but eh...fuckin woman logic. The thing she thinks is gonna piss you off more ends up being the thing that pissed you off less."

"Why are you forgiving me, man?"

"I been incarcerated three years. They say that you can't trust anybody in there and mostly tha's true. But your dad...and I didn't know he was your dad at first he looked after me like a son. The way a father should be towards his son. And in there, you have to have some friends it's life or death. they say there's no friends cause people betray you but man, sometimes the best friend you got can be people you met in prison when you get out. Then again not always. Look, a friend of mine, Benjamin got killed."

"Yeah, I heard about that shit. San Andreas prisons are crazy."

"Yeah well it was because of something I did. The way things are in this life you lose friends. You try to get used to it but it's hard. You and your brothers have been there for me over the years when I was just a wanderer between Liberty City and here. I owe you guys everything. And you already know I don't believe in monogamy anyway. I mean I would likely want more than one woman and to be the only guy in it even though traditionally it went both ways but I wasn't with her at the time. I can understand her getting with you even if it wasn't a relationship more than an O'serroni or Kahontsi."

"What can I say i guess she wanted to see if she was missing anything turns out she wasn't. The black dude was he son of African immigrants and they aint racist but they don't want their kids mixing either. The white guy...just like a lot of other non Indians, man he just took her for granted and neglected her didn't give a fuck about her feelings. They're all like that with our women..."

"I just...I hope she didn't die thinking I didn't love her or forgive her..." Paul said.

Joe beckoned him to head back to go eat with the rest. "Trust me, Neechie...she knew. If I know her at all...she knew."

He then got a twisted grin and said, "Does this make us brothers of the sword now?"

K:or rolled his eyes. "Why did you have to make it gay you ruined the moment."

He made a humping gesture. "The only way to make it up is if you fuck a chick im fucking! Let's double team! Oooh Paulie baby forgive me!" He impersonated a female voice.

Paul shook his head. "I can see you got the same twisted sense of humor, homes."

"Forever homes! I'm a Cree Coyote forever! Owooooooo!" Loads of white patrons and a few blacks and Asians stared at the Cree youth and he was not embarrassed in the slightest. Paul just followed chuckling.

Neto

Nuevo Paraiso

January, 3, 2016

División del norte

Neto was flying over Escalera but they were headed to the outskirts in the desert. They had a Buzzard. Neto had crossed into Mexico a couple of weeks after being shot by Mai in New Arcadia. He had recovered there and had barely moved from the couch he'd hidden out on before making it back here. He'd since then hid out with his comrades in the Neo Zapatista movement. They had an agreement among themselves about something else as well. The old zapatistas or rather the 1990's style ones were stagnant. They decided to distance themselves from them. They were more modeled after Zapata himself. In a sense they were old and new.

For one thing, the ELZN had non Indigenous members in their group thus defeating the purpose. Neto at least had heard as much and while he couldn't confirm it, if this was true he was glad he was going a different way. After all, much like the IRA in Ireland hadn't stayed the same in the time since its start nd each time an old group compromised a new splinter faction emerged, this was how he saw it too.

He was hoping to recruit others into the newer movement from the 1990's one since they were the ones who were still around and sadly nobody from Zapata's day was but still, Zapata was the man to frame their ways after and not the new one that even Rage Against The Machines were always referencing in their music. Neto almost felt a bit old. One of the first albums in English he heard was one of theirs and nowadays they were considered old school. he put the thought of this aside, however.

Nenetl was beside him. as he flew in the helicopter. "Mi vida, no hagas esto. ¡Lo que está a punto de hacer va mucho más allá de lo que usted y yo hicimos por la causa!"

(Mi vida, don't do this. What you are about to do is far beyond anything that you and me ever did for the cause!)

Neto did not answer out loud for fear that the other Zapatistas would hear him but she could hear his thoughts. You don't know anything. You're dead. I saw it. We were weak, Nenetl. We never went as far as we should have.

Even though his thoughts were in English, a language she hadn't known, she responded to him anyway. "Te has consumido por tu furia. Gata está conmigo, ya sabes. Ella llora por ti. Ella llora por lo mucho que te duele. Yo también. Lloro por ti por la noche. Mis lágrimas mojan tu mejilla cuando duermes. Te despiertas por la noche con el sudor bajo tus ojos. Pero ambos son de sal, así que ¿qué diferencia podrías probar? Lloro por cómo vives, Ikal. Así como lloraste por cómo morí."

(You've become consumed by your fury. Renata is with me you know. She cries for you. She weeps that you are this much in pain. So have I. I cry for you at night. My tears wet your cheek when you sleep. You wake up at night with sweat under your eyes. But both are of salt so what difference could you taste? I weep for how you live, Ikal. Just as you wept for how I died. )

What we had doesn't matter. Our son is gone. You are gone. There's nothing left but revenge and i've had my fill...these fuckers...their puppet government...slaves of the Americanos. The cartel...mestizo slaves to a Criollo ruling class resting on our broken backs...they all have to pay.

"Neto ... ¿alguna vez te preguntaste cómo podrías ver a Oso como un hermano para ti cuando creciste odiabas a los mestizos?"

(Neto...do you ever wonder how you could look on Oso as like a brother to you when growing up you hated mestizos?)

Yeah...because up there...in Canada...they don't hide from who the fuck they are like so many of us do in this country. And in El Norte...

"Quizás. Pero, ¿y si te dijera que la mujer con la que sentiste amor ... yo era mitad blanca? Nunca te dije esto por lo que pasaste por ser discriminado por niños mixtos, pero mi padre era un americano blanco. Incluso mi primer marido era blanco."

(Perhaps. But what if I told you the woman you felt love with...me was half white? I never told you this because of what you went through being discriminated against by mixed children but my father was a white american. Even my first husband was white.)

Now I know you're not real. Nenetl was not a fucking mestiza.

"Sí. Si lo estaba Pasé por mi cultura, claro, pero también fui expuesto al lado más tolerante de los blancos."

(Yes. Yes I was. I went by my culture, sure but I was exposed to the more tolerant side of white people too.)

Tolerant gavachos? That's an oxymoron. Even the Ruskie and the Mick that are on my side aren't friends. They're just mutual enemies of my enemy. I think you're just my own conscious. Or maybe you're a side effect of cossing over one too many times. But I'll look into this shit and if it's true...i don't want you to come around me anymore.

"It is true, my love..." She said suddenly in English with a thick accent. "It proved that were not all cruel us mestizas. And you're not a complete matone yourself. Don't give in to this darkness inside you. Fight because they are wrong. Not for revenge."

Go AWAY! His mind screamed.

(

Brujo watched from his position among the high rocks in the desert. He watched with binnoculars as two IAA agents and one Mossad Agent was instructing government soldiers on better kill tactics against the Zapatistas. "¡Estos bastardos! Consiguieron que Israel y los gabachos los ayudaran. ¡Maldita trinidad!" The shaved headed Zapatista growled.

(These bastards! They got Israel and the gabachos helping them. Unholy fucking trinity!)

They were teaching them shoting and covering fire and flanking tactics. The two IAA agents relayed this in English while their translators instructed the soldiers in Spanish, translating. The same was also true of a Mexican ciizen who was a Sephardic Jew who spoke Hebrew, English and Spanish. Before long, the Mossad agents were instructing the Mexican soldiers in Krav Maga. They were just outside Tesoro Azul where an old Catholic mission that had been around since before the mexican civil war was being used by them. Neto read them an old document from the 1990's as they flew out to the coordinates Brujo had given.

"While Chiapas, in our opinion, does not pose a fundamental threat to Mexican political stability, it is perceived to be so by many in the investment community. The government will need to eliminate the Zapatistas to demonstrate their effective control of the national territory and of security policy'."

He chuckled looking at his Ifruit phone. "Even Weasel News Latino isn't convinced of Pissrael's denial of being out here! Look at this shit! 'The Israeli Embassy's denial of its government working in Chiapas is puzzling, given the long history that Israel's government has of working with Mexico. Since the early 1970s, the Mexican government has purchased airplanes, helicopters, missile boats, small arms and other weapons from either the Israeli army or Israeli military contractors."

He also read, ""En la era de la guerra civil de guatemala, Israel con la ayuda de Los estados unidos bajo el mando de la administracion de Reagan les probenieron con armas, y aviones de Guerra y entrenamiento que habia cancelado previo en la administracion de Carter. Israel tambien ayudo a guatemala con computadoras y otros equipos de vigilancia. Esto causo mas de 200,000 muertos incluyendo muchos Mayas.

In civil war-era Guatemala, Israel, acting on behalf of the Reagan administration, stepped in to supply military equipment, including helicopters and Galil rifles, and training that had been cut off during the previous Carter administration. Israel also supplied [the Guatemalan regime with] computers, software, and other equipment used for surveillance. This was at the height of the genocide, which ultimately left 200,000 dead, including many Mayans."

The other Mexicans in the chopper shook their head in dismay. Though they didn't all speak English well, at least one did and they all understood it.

He growled, Estos judíos están interfiriendo con nuestros asuntos otra vez. ¡Es hora de darles una paliza no kosher!"

(These Jews are interfering with our affairs again. It's time to give them a non kosher spanking!)

He got on the radio and contacted Brujo. "Orale compa!"

Brujo fired a burst of rounds with his AK-74 striking down the first Mexican soldier, a man of mestizo descent with a shaved head and brown eyes and brown light skin standing at 5'9 but who had no idea about what his exact heritage was. He struck the man with twelve rounds and the majority hit him in the chest in his body armor but four hit the man in the throat. The Mexican, American and Isreali training team returned fire.

Neto readied the attack chopper as two, and then three soldiers retreated into a Barrage and a fourth soon followed and they began to give pursuit of the fleeing Brujo who remained in cover but the .50 started to sweep the area. Luckily, Neto fired his rockets down towards the Barrage. One rocket missed.

He cranked on his MP3 as they rode towards the other hostiles with their own .50 turret being managed by the Zapatistas with him one on each side hosing down the soldiers. The song Division Del Norte by Brujeria blasted even as Neto flew low and made it loud enough for the soldiers below to hear.

Qué pasó con nuestro revolución

Creen que esto se acabó
Sangre sureña no se gastó
Quién va mandar los del norte!
Pancho Villa no murió
Aquí tengo su espíritu
Aunque no creas en Brujos
Con el machete
Zapatismo no murió
Aquí tengo su espíritu
Aunque no creas en Brujos
División Del Norte.
Pa que Viva México!
División Del Norte!
Van a ver nuestra revolución
Están oyendo que esto no se acabó
Sangre sureña nos llamó
Listo! División Del Norte!
Pancho Villa no murió
Aquí tengo su espíritu
Aunque no creas en Brujos
Con el machete
Zapatismo no murió
Aquí tengo su espíritu
Aunque no creas en Brujos
División Del Norte.
Pa que Viva México!
División Del Norte!
Pa que Viva México!
División Del Norte!
Viva nuestra revolución
Otra vez Villa va mandar
Desde el cielo tus oidos dicen
"Juntense todos, griten pa guerra!"
Pancho Villa no murió
Aquí tengo su espíritu
Aunque no creas en Brujos
Con el machete
Zapatismo no murió
Aquí tengo su espíritu
Aunque no creas en Brujos
División Del Norte.
Pa que Viva México!
Pa que Viva México!
Pa que Viva México!
División Del Norte.
Pa que Viva México!
Pa que Viva México!

Below, a US soldier, of which branch, Neto was unsure of, a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian with a buzz cut standing at six feet cried out, "That's one of our kinds of whirley's how the fuck did these terrorists get a hold of them?!"

A Caucasian man with olive complexion and dark hair brown eyes and a five o'clock shadow that would not quit, one Colonel Luca Pizzaro, a Caucasian man of Spanish ancestry who was also of Jewish heritage and faith whose family had come to Mexico from Spain during the 1520's, was a colonel in the Mexican army cried out, "¿Cómo diablos está pasando esto? ¡Se supone que tú y los yanquis nos ayudarán a detener esta mierda!"

(How the fuck is this happening?! You and the Yankees are supposed to help us stop this shit!)

The Mossad Agent with them, Yeshua Heinz, a 45 year old man who was fluent in English, Hebrew, Spanish, Russian, and Arabic replied, "¡No seríamos necesarios aquí si esta república bananera a la que llamas un país supiera cómo tratar con sus propios insurgentes! ¡Has visto cómo tratamos con ellos en nuestro país!"

(We would not be needed here if this banana republic you call a country knew how to deal with its own insurgents! You have seen how we deal with them in our country!)

The Colonel, known for his bravery in Mexico's drug war especially having taken down many key figures in Guadalajara sneered back at him. "¿Cómo está funcionando eso para ti? ¡Todavía tienes a la puerta la Organización de Liberación de Palestina y constantemente necesitas ayuda de estos yanquis!"

(How is that working out for you? You still have the Palestinian Liberation Organization at your door and you constantly need help from these yankees!)

"La manzana no cae lejos del árbol."

(The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.)

The IAA Agent who for the opp was named Ike Anderson but whose real name was Lawrence Pierce, a twenty three year old blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian man with shaggy and wavy blonde hair wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki brown pants looking absurd in a foreign country he was supposed to be incognito in, cried out, "Both of you, knock it off!"

Though neither of them had much reason to listen to him, he showed much promise in the start of his young career as he had at least one successful mission in Germany dealing with some anti government hackers. "We're under attack!" He grabbed an M4A1 and Heinz grabbed an IMI while Colonel Pizaro returned fire with his own military issued Rifle and commanded the soldiers under him to go after.

Brujo and Tito kept the soldiers at bay from where they were as Tito fired. Tito was unloading on the triple nation alliance with a PKM and he managed to mow down a Mexican soldier, a man of Indigenous descent who was Zapotecan and had grown up in poverty joining the Army to escape hit the man in the stomach causing his innards to spill out as he fell over.

The next soldier took a headshot but this time from a Sniper Rifle in the hills. Another Mexican soldier cried out, "Que chingado?!" Several of the Zapatistas that Neto had served with in the past were with them and that included Emiliana the woman he had served in the military with who had defected.

Lupe fired his PSG 1 from the hills striking another Mexican soldier in the chest. The round pierced the man's right lung. Neto turned the music down speaking to his comrade on the headset. "Buen disparo, carnal!"

(Nice shot, bro!)

The soldier next fired striking Lawrence in the left side of his chest. The young man fell over bleeding even after he had managed to hit one of the Zapatistas from a distance with blind fire having wounded her. He coughed blood up over his own chin and also soiled himself, his blue eyes tear filled in the hot sun as its rays were just as merciless on his face as the bullet had been to his body. Lupe fired the next round striking him in the chin and the round ripped through his jowels and his face soon became unrecognizable as sinews were torn apart, muscles shredded and bone in his skull shattered. The round exited the back of his skull and to the horror of his fellow IAA agent, a piece of his tongue was oozing out of the back of his skull ripped up burned and bloody mixed in with broken skull fragments and tattered pieces of brain matter lay stuck to bloody pieces of flesh and matted bloody hair.

Lupe cried out , "¡No hay problema! La causa siempre tendrá tu espalda, hermano!"

(No problem! The cause will always have your back, bro!)

Neto saw him fire striking dowen another soldier and several soldiers had set up defensive perimeters and were returning fire with Sniper Rifles and Assault Rifles and the Isreali was gettin a rocket launcher ready but he could not yet fire as he was retreating from the barrage of rounds both Zapatistas fired at him. The first gunner with Neto was a man named Juan Roybal a mestizo of Mayan ancestry from Chiapas. He was five foot four in size and dark brown and had long jet black curly hair and a stock figure but despite his short stature he had a lot of fight in him. He had in his career as a Neo Zapaitsta, bombed at least four police officer's vehicles and he had also arranged for a bomb to be sent to a police chief's house in Jalisco.

The other was a woman from this state, Sonia Perez Guitirez, a woman of Nahuatl speaking ancestry though it could not be determined which group since her family had been colonized by the Spanish invasion and converted. She was a widow in the struggle raising four children, her husand had been killed by Madrazo's men back in 2010. She had a pretty face but a nasty scar across her right cheek shaped somewhat like a hook from a time she was in prison for a demonstration protesting an apartment development in Chiapas. She had been tortured y the police.

Still, she considered herself a sister and warrior for all Nahuatl speaking groups and any other tribes in Mexico. Several more soldiers were swept up in the storm of rounds, seven to be exact and men of Mestizo as well as Criollo ancestry fell to the ground. Four Indios and three whites had fallen from the sweep. But the Indios that were on the side of the government were just as bad to him.

In addition to the two Zapatistas gunning, Neto also had a co pilot, Manny Castas, a man originally from Nogalaes Mexico. He had been recruited by Neto's old friends in the time since he was gone. Manny sent off a rocket at the old presidio. Four more soldiers perished as brains and skull fragments flew all over decorating the area. "Realmente es una lástima que tengamos que disparar esos edificios, compa! Este es un sitio histórico que conoces! ¡La leyenda dice que personajes como John Marston y el notorio capitán Espinoza y De Santa fueron parte de esta batalla!"

(It's really too bad that we have to shoot those buildings, compa! This is a historical site you know! Legend has it that the likes of John Marston and the notorious Captain Espinoza and De Santa were part of this battle!)

"Ese fue un mal día en la historia, carnalito! ¡Los rebeldes fueron masacrados ese día y varias mujeres se fueron para violarlas por el Coronel Allende! John Marston pudo haber hecho lo correcto al final de la revolución, pero aún era una rata pinchuda gringa que solo salía para él y su familia. ¡Y a él no le importó quién fue asesinado mientras obtuviera lo que quería!"

(That was a bad day in history, carnalito! The rebels were slaughtered that day and several women carried off to be raped by Colonel Allende! John Marston may have done right by the revolution in the end but he was still a pinche gringo rata that was only out for himself and his family. And he did not care who got killed as long as he got what he wanted!)

Much to his dismay he saw a Buzzard coming after them and the next thing he knew as rounds came crashing through the cockpit narrowly missing Neto, Manny was shredded by the rounds and before he could realize what hit him, his shaking body rattling, he was dead. Neto turned the helicopter sharply as the IAA attack chopper wanted to try and take him down next. Sonia fired striking one of the men manning a turret from the opposing chopper, a Caucasian with brown hair yet a blondish beard and gray eyes in his early thirties with USMC tattoos on his right sleeve firing.

Sonia hit him in his left femur and he cried out as the rounds also obliterated the gun itself. He fell out of the other side of the chopper crashing into his friend on the other side, n African American in his early 40's standing at 6'6 with a muscular build and black hair yet a graying beard. They both fell from the chopper about 100 feet to the ground below and Sonia's rounds hit the pilot of the chopper next as well as the propeller as she raked it all across the chopper.

Another attack chopper was on its way and a round from a Barett Sniper Rifle found its way through Lupe's back. The veteran zapatista fell over coughing blood unable to breathe as the powerful slug neutralized his internal organs. Neto did not see this happen but Brujo and Tito did as they had managed to fall back to the Sniper positions. Maria also fired back trying to hit the sniper on the chopper pilot but she missed having taken some injury to her left leg from when Lawrence had fired.

"Ikal! Hermano, tienes que sacar ese pájaro del cielo! No puedo conseguir un tiro claro! ¡Estoy herido y estamos atrapados! Estamos flanqueados por ellos y estamos recibiendo fuego de la "coalición" establecida en las antiguas ruinas de la misión!"

(Ikal! Brother, you have to take that bird out of the sky! I can't get a clear shot! I'm wounded and we're pinned down! We're flanked by them and we're taking fire from the 'coalition' set up in the old mission ruins!)

Emiliana was also firing a PKM to keep the soldiers in the fort at bay. Neto aimed and fired two rockets at the buzzard. "Puedo cubrirte lo mejor que pueda, ¡pero necesitas sacar esas otras dos barreras! Yo iba a, pero estos cabrones vinieron después de nosotros!"

(I can cover you as best as I can but you need to take out those other two Barrages! I was going to but these fuckers came after us!)

He fired hitting the other attack chopper. He clipped the tail of it but it was enough to send them and the snipers aboard crashing to the earth. Before long, however, Neto heard the crying of pain as both Sonia and Juan were hit with .50 rounds, Juan taking several through his right leg and both knees and Sonia was hit in the stomach. She tried to talk but couldn' of the Barrage's had been firing upon them and were driving out north of Tito and Brujo's position with the intent of the front gunner taking out Neto and his chopper while the rear gunner would hit Brujo and the rest of them.

Brujo had taken an RPG from its case however nd put it together. To keep the soldiers off his back, Tito and Maria covered him and the vehicle whirled around kicking up dust. Neto was not hit but he went toi back of the chopper knowing that the chopper was done for and he was thousands of feet in the air and he hoped it was high enough. He had forgotten what the exact height was he was supposed to be and he kicked himself for it but whatever the case was he wasn't going to wait around to crash and die. Sonia had passed out from the pain and she was not long for this world.

Juan was muttering and not making much sense. "Dispensa homies..." Neto gasped jumping from the chopper. He had only his phone on him. He would have to rely on the others and what weapons they had if any would be left by the time he landed. If he even landed without killing himself. He finally pulled the rip cord and gasped as it pulled up and he had tio get used to steering. He was having unpleasant flashbacks of being shot down in New Arcadia.

Brujo managed to hit the Barrage and the explosion was at least far enough away to not cause too much hearing loss. Tito, meanwhile, felt a round hit his right wrist and he cried out in pain. They still had to deal with the other soldiers and the IAA and Mossad agent. Perhaps out of sheer laziness or just figuring it would do a lot of damage, fired another round at the Catholic mission. He was technically right as five more soldiers and the IAA agent were wounded with the five soldiers dying while the wounded agent had pieces of shrapnel in his left leg.

Neto landed and he managed to land about 100 yards from the old mission but to his benefit it was at least closer than he expected to land even though he had tried to land closer than that. He got the chute off him and ran forward taking cover where he could with the desert envioroment. Rounds came after him soon enough and he was surprised that none of the Americans, Mexicans or the Isreali had tried to shoot his chute from the sky but he saw that the last of the Barrages were in flames in addition to the one Brujo had hit in combat, he also destroyed the last of them that the other soldiers had been trying to lay down covering fire so they comrades might get to it.

Neto picked up an AK-74 from a deceased Zapatista that had had gone down fighting the Mexican soldiers that had tried to spread out. Neto lifted the ski masks off of them. Two men and two women. All four were from Chiapas as well judging by their appearances Neto could tell they were from tribes indigenous to that region though, not his own and he suspected that these four were possibly new recruits fresh out of the EZLN HQ. Neto suspected either Tito or Brujo had recruited them for the purposes of further war and revenge on the state and government that had betrayed them and the Revolution long ago despite promises of reform.

Or perhaps it was Maria or Lupe or Emiliana who saw this newer form of Zapatismo to be more effective since it was more spread out and they were doing it all in Nenetl's memory. Neto felt the urges of both ways. Even as what he suspected was either a hallucination or possibly really her spirit, he saw that her way of more widespread Zapatismo with updated rules and goals and an intention of spreading not only through all of Mexico but all of Latin America. Hell, all of the western hemisphere.

But the need for revenge was just as important as the need for justice. Neto could barely distinguish between the two any more and was not so sure there needed to be one as it was. He felt responsible for the deaths of these men and women as he took the AK-74 and their ammunition for it but they had been willing warriors of the new revolution and they must have seen that despite the good the EZLN had done it wasn't enough.

Neto saw the corpses of three government soldiers just twenty five yards from the dead Zapatistas knowing they had not gone down without fighting at least. He moved towards the wounded IAA agent as it became evident that the soldiers had lost the day. Two of them held their hands up but Tito shot the one on the left and Brujo shot the one on the right anyway. Emiliana, with a 9mm, finished off a wounded soldier as well who had a ghastly neck wound from the shrapnel of one of the exploding Barrage's.

Neto approached the wounded IAA agent. Neto was not aware of this but he was a rockstar among the Agency. He was forty five year old Bryce Gunderson, a Caucasian of Italian and German ancestry originally from Oregon. In his lifetime, he had been in operations in Bosnia, Libya, Egypt, Iran, Turkey, Northern Ireland, Spain, and Sweden. He was admired by at least half of the people in the Agency while the other half thought he was an asshole but he was respected by all of them.

He had been said to have had sex with several celebrities and while many in the Agency, colleagues and friends, speculated which ones, the current director and the one before him knew exactly which ones. His real name was not Bryce Gunderson in reality but Carl Anselmo. Despite his whore mongering with various actresses and singers in the late 90's and early 2000's, he had fallen for a Jordanian woman and had married her. Most did not believe he had really converted to her faith in a genuine manner. Of this he had not said anything while others had said he never had to convert though this was speculation and possibly unlikely since his wife was Muslim and a beauty at that but he did speak fluent Arabic and knew the culture at least.

Now, he lay helpless as his pistol was kicked away. Neto spotted the wounded Mossad agent. He had taken a single round from the PKM in the left leg and had tied it off. The fifty year old gray haired agent stared at Neto and Neto at him. he went for his sidearm but Neto fired striking him in the right hand. He then stomped on his other hand with his right foot and kicked the gun away with his left.

"You come to Mexico without sunscreen, guero? You get burned. You...I'm gonna save for later."

He grabbed him. "Put this caviar on ice, ESE..I'll deal with him soon."

Neto asked him "You speak English?"

"Yes... I speak English...you fucking dog..."

"I used to feel bad for judios..I heard the Spanish called you Marranos. They kicked you from Spain same as the Moors but only Catholics could come over you converted. And you went with Cristabel Colon on every voyage. The first few were modern day Puerto Rico,Cuba, Haiti, and Jamaica where you helped wipe out Tainos. 15 million Tainos in the Caribbean islands. That alone is worse than Auswitz. But now here you are again. Up in the states you live in suburbs with the WASPS. Down here it's with the Criollo elites. By Columbus's fourth voyage you gente started on this part of the world. You don't eat swine but you act like it. Much as I hate the Catholic Gachupin...you are the same. They had it right. You are fucking marranos. Maybe that's why you don't eat them. That would be cannibalism."

The Mossad agent laughed. "Don' lecture me about morality. So Christians Muslims and Jews fucked you over...woulf you rather have your heart eaten after being cut out? We are here because Mexico wants us here. You cannot stop Maya communities are plagued with poverty and diabetes. Do you really think Socialism will change this? My people invented Socialism, yes? Not only the USSR but Karl Marx was one of us. You are Marxists and yet he supported the US in the Mexican American war! You are a fucking joke, Santa Muerte..."

"That's the EZLN. We're a different kind of some ways we're not even that. We're beyond are also Villistas. And Reyistas. And Fortunistas. We're international even with less of us. Killing you will make the world better."

"Please...you are like Huey Newton. He had good ideas at first...then he became a junkie. You are the same way. Newton was even involved with a prison gang! I only hope La Onda turns on you the same way...an addict like you...what do you know of history? Or anything?"

"My parents didn't speak English or Spanish for that matter for most of my life. But through our language...they still told me everything we needed to know. And as for the cranka...there was a time before I used. Part of what I do...I want my enemies to think I'm stupid. That's when I get to fuck them harder."

He then got some duct tape and put it over his mouth. "I got plans for you, homes. You should see what I did to this rapist fucker. For you...you'll suffer but not that much. The way you'll suffer is your own death will teach your pendejo agency to leaveMexico the fuck alone."

Culebra, as instructed, had flown in with the Cargobob and he landed and what remInedof the Neo Zapatistas loaded up what US and Isreali weapons there were including some drones but they would not be able to take it all.

"Carnal..." Joaquin began. "There's enough artillery here for a small army. I know we can't take all this shit but i think the gavachos are gonna come at us and they'll come hard."

"Snake... you gotta understand...they will go after the EZLN. And do damage to them. We tried to recruit and some have joined us and others are chavalas. It might be cold but any leader has to know some of his fighters will die. And you gotta know when to use that for retaliation and revenge. We could try to go to Chiapas but they,ill be waiting for us. Part of why we scare the government more is we don't stay one place and have a known headquarters. It's good they exist to give abused women and orphans shelter but they should have more boots on the ground acting in silence, growing everywhere. The compass in Chiapas are good gente but shit they been attacked by the Federales before and they still say where they are? They aren't following the art of war. They're a shadow of the influence Zapata had. The people wanted him and Pancho Villa as president. Both said no. Which is probably why they should have said yes."

"I'm no bitch, ESE..." Joaquin began, "But I don't know about leaving the chance some might die cause of what we did. We should try and help. That ruthless way that's what Onda does. Growing up in South Central I wanted that power but on the streets not the pen...but then the Zapatistas they fight for peasants not wealth. It's like me mente and mi cora go to different ways. I wanted to be Onda but now I want to fight for our gente. If fight as a Zapata it has to be like them. Not like Onda...I know you can order me to do what you want but if I was Onda we'd be equal. Fuckin trip man it's fucked up."

"I ain't gonna order you but answer me this. Who do you think has more influence, good or bad, in Mexico and Estados Unidos? The EZLN or LA Onda? Who has a longer arm?"

Culebra didn't respond. "I ain't saying I want em dead. The reality is they probably will. Even if we didn't to what we had. You saw what they had planned. We still saved lives. We bought them time. We can give heads up but a trip there is a risk. If every king, every general was demoralized by every soldado dying, nothing would get done. I'll vtell you what. I'll think it over and decide after we get some sleep. After we take care of business with the rest of these fuckers."

Mexico City, Federal District

Two Days Later

There were three Mossad agents and five Mexican soldiers who ate at a popular kosher restaurant in Mexico City. Conversing in Hebrew, they said, "This is just beef that's made to taste like pork?" Asked a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian agent. They spoke in English as the soldiers did not understand. "Why even allow pork to exist anymore? Even the goyim wouldd't be able to tell!"

"Why ruin a good thing? Let's keep it for ourselves."

"Still, I have to say... this pork is a little bitter."

Just then the chef came in. "I've got something to show all of you. I had no choice...they had my family."

"What is it, Phillip?" demanded the oldest. He had them come to the back. He showed a video on the tv. It showed a Zapatista and two of his soldiers holding down the Colonel. With an obsidian blade, Neto cut him. He severed his oesophagus, the trachea, carotid arteries and jugular veins in one smooth action. Blood sprayed everywhere. He did the same for the Mossad agent they had taken alive. Neto then took a chainsaw and severed the heads. "By the end of this video going to throw up."

"This Mexican peasant is a joke. We have seen worse In the West Bank. they will all pay."

He showed them what was happening. Neto had the two Mossad agents hanging upside down in a video. Three others wee holding his neck so he wouldn't move too much. Neto spoke to the viewers. "Investigué un poco sobre tu religión de canal. Para que la carne sea Kosher, el animal debe ser sacrificado de una manera particular, por lo que el Rabino en un matadero Kosher es un matadero religioso especialmente capacitado. Se utiliza un cuchillo muy afilado para cortar el esófago, la tráquea, las arterias carótidas y las venas yugulares en una acción suave. No debe haber pausa durante la acción ni presión excesiva sobre la cuchilla. El incumplimiento de estos requisitos específicos hace que el animal no sea hábil."

(I did some research on your gutter meat to be Kosher, the animal must be slaughtered in a particular way, so the Rabbi in a Kosher abattoir is a specially trained religious slaughterer. A very sharp knife is used to cut the oesophagus, the trachea, carotid arteries and jugular veins in one smooth action. There must be no pause during the action nor excessive pressure on the blade. Failure to meet these specific requirements renders the animal unkosher.)

Behind the mask, though the Isrealis and Mexican government soldiers did not see it, he smiled. "
¿Usar un cuchillo de obsidiana hace que ya no sea kosher? Sé que aplicar demasiada presión también lo hace. Oh bien. Si es así, es demasiado tarde de todos modos. Si estás viendo esto, ya te has ahogado."

(Does using an obsidian knife make it no longer kosher? I know applying too much pressure does too. Oh well. If it is, it's too late anyway. If you're seeing this you've already chowed down.

He used an obsidian blade to cut the esophagus, the trachea, carotid arteries and jugular veins in one smooth action. The Israelis gasped as they then moved the bodies through the abattoir. "Bueno, no tengo que decirte lo que viene después. ¡Consigamos a este maldito n el molinillo! ¡Los elegidos deben tener su sedar!"

(Well, I don't have to tell you what comes next. Let's get this fucker n the grinder! The chosen gotta have their sedar! )

He then said, "Este chingado necesita una muerte halal, así que mejor sacarlo de aquí ... asegurarnos de que su esposa pueda comer su polla una vez más."

(This chingado needs a halal death so we better get him out of here...make sure his wife gets to eat his cock one more time.)

He had them take the tied and gagged Anselmo out of there. "I don't know if I'm as creative as those jihadists you're used to but I'm gonna give it a try. IAA...you're important even if most won't know what you do behind the scenes I'm gonna make you famous. You will break. The IAA says everyone does. You'll tel tales of what you're dong in Mexico and you'll confess to the shit you did in the middle east. You're not dying bitch not till you spill it all. It ain't a question of if. It's when. I only wonder if your hyna will taste your fear...tu saves, gusto, I have had honest jobs in my life even doing what I do. I worked at a slaughter house. I quit after a few months. Turns out hurting animals ain't as fun as people. We all...deserve it more. I went vegetarian for a while too. You got any last words? Before we start that is ."

LA Muerte removed the gag. "Yeah, dipshit. You know we have experts that can tell who you are? A voice is like fingerprints. Even when you use voice altering technology we will ALWAYS find you. So you kill me you motherfucker. Or reshoot the video without talking but we can still isolate other noises. Trust me, amigo. Nobody who has ever run afoul of the Agency has escaped us. We might as all be god."

Neto laughed. "Oh you think I don't know about things like that? The agency tried to recruit me once cause of my extreme math skills, my ability to analyze something like a math math problem. Why do you think there's no natural light in here? Any shadows they see from the sun will mean they find out where I am. You might not believe it Agent Anselmo but bad as I am? Agency's worse. Always has been. I'm just trying to level the playing field for the third and fourth world."

The agent snered. "Only if they're brown. Not black Africans or Asians. Or middle eastern or even Eastern European...you're not much of a socialist."

"Other gente, other Razas don't need my help. And if they do it aint from me. Truth is I couldn't give them what they need any better than they could me. They have their own fighters. Oh and as for my voice I know they'll be after me. There's been a target on me all my life. But the Agency won't want this on mainstream News's but it it will be. I honestly want to see how they try and pout their own spin on it. What entertaining shit they make up. But they might not want to go naming me in the media yet. Not while they have to explain another illegal interference in another poor country. l right, thats enough. We better get you ready."

Packie

December,21, 2015

Packie's bail had been unreasonably high but now he found himself free. His bail had been paid and he found himself with a bag over his head. He could hear Irish accents. "You know who you're fucking with?! Me brother Gerry will have your heads on a pike! You work for those Pavano guidos?!"

He was punched hard in the stomach. "Shut yer feckin mouth!" Bellowed an angry voice. Finally he was pulled from the vehicle and brought in. The bag was taken off and he squinted from the sudden light again. "Do you know why you're here?" Asked another voice. He too, had an Irish accent but it was not the same as any Irish accent he'd heard before. It sounded different. It reminded him almost of Derrick's accent when he'd come home except Derrick's accent was had been that of an American who lived there two decades but his normal Libertonian accent had came back.

In front of him, a gray haired white male in his fifties or maybe sixties stared at him. "No fuckin clue, boyo."

"Jesus, you are a fuckin Yank. You Irish American lads...ye think you know the first thing about being Irish. You think celebrating St. Patrick's Day and wearing green makes you the real thing. Ya waddle into bars to drink green Pisswasser. Fuckin disgrace You don't call somebody older than you boyo for starters. Derrick obviously failed to teach you our ways. Now HE was true Irish."

"He was a fuckin smack head. He was one of the best leaders we had when my dad dropped the ball but he left us to go fight in a lost cause. Wait a second. You knew Derrick? Well...I know you're not Ulstors. And you damn sure aint limeys so that pretty much leaves only one other guess."

"And here I thought you was a coke headed idiot without a care for anything but women wine and parties. That and killing Italians. Can't say I blame ya on that front."

"Who are you?"

"Me name is ...not for you to know just yet. For now, just call me what the English bastards have known me s and me compatriots alike. An Rí. It's nice to meet ya, Padraig. I was sorry to hear about Derrick. He was a good boy."

"What's this about St Patricks?"

"Well, it was never a day to get shite faced. That's for sure. You do know that St Patrick wasn't Irish, right?"

"Yeah. Just another thing the limeys gave us. Catholicism. Only to have a lot of them abandon it to be protestant..." Packie found this as ironic as it must have seemed for Native Americans and blacks to know that the Anglo had converted them to Christianity only for atheism to be on the rise in Europe. Even if the colonized people clung to the religion their enemies gave them, it still had to be baffling at best and hypocritical at worst

"Pub culture was never about getting drunk..." Stated An Ri. "It was about socializing, usually around music or storytelling. On that day we'd eat Sheppard's Pie, boyo..."

"Yeah well you have to leave home to long for it..."Packie sad.

"That you do..." Replied Ah Ri. "But I know where I belong even if I'm wanted in Northern Ireland and the south country...you really don't care about the cause?"

"Look if you bailed me out just to hold the cause over my head I'll go back inside. It doesn't do shit to the charges. So I might as well anyway."

"It doesn't work that way, lad. You have to care about something beyond yourself. I get teh impression you care about your little Westside Algonquin crew. That's a start me boy. Ya know, I met your brother a long time ago. Before he came to Ireland. just before in fact. We did sdome work together because ya see I was on the run. And he hel;ped me and the cause at first just with using money he made to fund us. Then he wanted a larger role."

"I never cared that much about the cause...until I went to Ireland and saw for myself. But then...I realized this fight has been going on almost 100 fuckin years. It'll be a hundred years next year! It never ends. First there was the originals. Then provos. And now you got this."

"Well...you've been living a certain way, Patrick. A ;life of pointless indulgence. Don't you think it's time to be something more? I want you to fill the void Derrick left..."

Packie sighed. "I'll think about it..."

"Don't take too long. We got something needs doing against the bloody Engl;ish bastards soon. An op here in the states."

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What happen to our revolution?
You think this is all over with
Southern blood was not wasted
Who's going to lead those from the North!

Pancho Villa has not died
I've got his spirit right here with me
Even if you don't believe in brujos
With a machete
Zapatismo has not died
I've got it's spirit right here with me
Even if you don't believe in brujos
Northern Division!

So that Mexico can live!
Northern Division

They will see our revolution
Are you hearing that this isn't finished?
Southern blood has called us
Ready! Northern Division

Long live our revolution
Once again Villa will command
From the heavens your ears tell you
Get everyone together, cry out for war!

So that Mexico can live!
Northern Division

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That's it for this chapter

That Was a translation of the song that Neto was l;istening to as he attacked that operation by the IAA. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Neto killing that Rifa was a reference to a nortena I was told about that ran a women's jail in Oakland and she is visually based on sno that product. Thanks zilla for telling me about said nortena.

Blue Robin is a parody of Red Robin while Jimmy Yahoo is a Johnny Bravo parody. When I explained to a female friend that my dad had an a shape frame when in shape and that I would too once I got in shape she's like oh the Johnny Bravo type. My reaction was to say exactly what K:or/Paul said. I mean I do got broad shoulders which I hated for a long time not as much now. Oh yeah Shep calling Paul Blood and K:or since ouR way to say k makes a hard g sound is just the start of potential puns and nicknames he may get from his friends. I may have Packie jokingly call him St Paul but he would hate that.

As far as what that IRA guy told packie about st pàtricks day that is true. Not a big deal over there. Also what Neto said about Israel has àlso b3en going on àl jàzeera did a report on it. As for anselmo he was visually based on Leonardo dicapRio in body of lies and yes Neto killed him halal style and arranged to have it sent to his wife In Jordan.

Monias is the Cree word for white man its prounounced Moo Nee Ash not Moon Nee Ass. Which is too bad. Moony Ass would be kinda funny

So there's the major twist aila really did sleep with Joe ànd also Jean is Shep, Chogan and Little Joe's father.

Also, the Tito Neto killed is obviously not the same as his Zapatista friend. Just coincidence.

Also the debate between Neto and Joaquin was because even among friends there are disagreements and usually one person believes one thing and one believes the opposite but what if you believe in the same thing but disagree on the way to get it that is when it gets interesting. I am undecided on if Neto will show up to at least help against the backlash it vwoukd be a dick move if he doesn't but he also made a valid point about generals and kings and unavoidable plus even if he doesn't help he already somewhat did to an extent yeah there will be blowback but an assault was coming. This is what he means by unavoidable deaths all you can do is try and reduce casualty rates. Part of my basis for his attitude on this is star wars Kotor when a halogram tests you with questions about a siege bout a coming siege it's the 10 days versus 5 days question so in this instance Neto is thinking like Revan.

I'll try to update soon enjoy the weekend