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.

77. Torture Chambers

Mai

Lightning Warfare

Mai and Gina had been regularly visiting Cherry's grave in the weeks since she'd been buried. Mai's eyes were red with having cried and Gina still was. "I'm so fuckin useless...if I had just been there...or gotten there sooner...shit if I hadn't stopped for a second when he shot at me and I would have just kept going I could have stopped that motherfucker! Cause of my CHEEK Cherry had to die!" She sobbed.

"That's not it and you know it...you told me you thought you were shot. It's not unreasonable. Things hit you so fast you don't know. You tried. You chased him for six miles before he lost you. If you would have run that red light you'd have died. He didn't care if he died and he got lucky. I promise you, we're gonna get this son of a bitch."

"I should have gone after her faster...I should have tried to run the red...maybe I'd have died but maybe she would have lived! That's my homegirl! The two of us could have taken him..."

Gina had tried to go after the prison gang member as soon as the coast had cleared but she had lost him. She'd even though she saw him driving one street over but when she had pulled aside to check that street, and had thought she was going to pull up on him, it wasn't him. It had been some couple and she'd cursed her luck. What were the odds they'd have the same car color and model? Even in LS at the same exact area it was unlikely.

"You should know..." Mai told her. "He sent some of this shit to New Arcadia. One of his videos. That's how I saw it but...I'm afraid Baby Face might find out too. He's trying to start over and he has been working. Slowly but he's starting to make friends at the restaurant he works in but I'm afraid if he sees something like this he'll come out of hiding. He'll want revenge. Now that he's a federal fugitive he'd just get more time if he got caught."

Gina looked at the Hmong American in her eyes. "Can they give him extra time for escaping to another country just for making them think he went to Vietnam? Or would he just get hit with the normal amount?"

"I think just the amount of time he'd get for running from the law.I mean he did leave the city and the state so it starts to add up..." Before she met people like Gina she would have thought it was a dumb question and look down on a hood chick like her but she realized they weren't any different this hood was her heitage as far as gangs went she had just been lucky to have not lived there. But she knew that they just had worse schools so if they didn't know everything about the law it was due to less education oppurtunity and plus the law liked inner city women like her ignorant of said law.

"I'm not sure now that I think about it, Gina. Because with them thinking that he is in Vietnam and them trying to track him down...they are wasting resources on finding to get Vietnam to extradite him and they're saying nobody by that name is in the country."

"What did your dad say?" She asked as she wiped tears away. Mai promised her, "He may not be what he was in terms of how he was in the war but he can track people. He can plan search and destroy missions just like me."

Gina's voice trembled. "Did he...see it...?"

"He needed to see what we're dealing with. Yes."

"What did he say...?"

"He's seen a lot of shit in Vietnam. From both the north and south. But that made him throw up. Nothing he ever saw over there...dead babies, burned bodies, dead women or raped and beaten women and men blown apart by mortars was as bad as that. I don't think anybody has ever seen anything worse done to a single human being, G and I don't think anyone ever will. There's people I knew in the Agency that died violently. People I knew longer than any of you and their deaths still won't stand out as much as this..."

"We all..." Breathed Gina trying to be able to speak normally again. "Should be killing him for her...and we gotta get revenge for G Note too...and God knows how many other women...I don't even care if it was a scrap he did it to we gotta do this..."

"I want in too..." Said a male voice behind them. They looked to see T Mart. He had on sunglasses possibly to still cover his black eyes but also his tears. "She went after those motherfuckers just cause of what was done to me. It's my fault my homegirl's gone...shit...she was more than my homegirl...I loved her."

Mai knew that many might judge what T Mart and Cherry's relationship had been and it was true that Mai, Gina and Cherry had all ganged up on Baby Face and perhaps there could have or would have been jealousy about it if T Mart knew but at the same time, she knew he fucked other women too and really to Mai though they wouldn't or couldn't admit it with words the way a suburban or college couple the kind of people Mai hung out with in the latter situation had, calling it an open relatiomnship, that was what it was.

He insisted, "I gotta be the one to put that mothafucka in the ground."

Khoi appeared seemingly out of nowhere too. If Mai didn't know better she would have sworn it was from behind one of the gravestones. "You'll get your pound of flesh. But she's all of ours to avenge."

"He also killed H Bomb's son..." Mai said.

"I don't care..." The Eurasian gang leader replied. "We have our alliances with the Families when it's been needed but as far as I'm concerned they're a separate organization from us."

"But I'm saying how you gonna..." T Mart started to contest that point but a glare from the ex IAA agent stopped it. "The Da Nang Boys will start out as it was. It's own thing. Be serious for a second, Martinez. If you were to go to prison right now 9 to 10 odds you would be with the Others car not the Families. And that would be a car that would also have TPG's in it. As well as SOP's regardless of gang membership. The fact that people like you don't ride with the Families car proves we were never a real Families gang. Otherwise you'd be trying to run with the true green raggers inside."

"The others have programmed with them though..." Stated Mai. "Dad, they back each other up in riots."

"It depends on the prison..." Khoi said. "But a fact is a fact by in large we don't program with them. We may share a day room and that's fine but there have been plenty of riots where we had to stand on our own and sometimes there were only seven of us."

"We need all the allies we can get..." Mai said in disagreement.

"They are allies but we shouldn't say we're Families. That's not what we started it to be."

"Hey the other two big homies in the pen that started this shit didn't care! If they didn't care why should you? Shit they could have made a phone call and said we're not running green and that tall the homies gotta stop that shit."

Khoi laughed. "You really think idiots banging out here would listen to them?"

"They might..." Sniffed Gina. "The big homie that started the Families spoke to Ballas and Families from prison and got them to have a truce..."

"I aint an idiot!" Shot back T Mart.

"Yeah you are. Just like Romeo was. He was loyal to the gang but he was an idiot."

"Dad, we shouldn't be arguing near somebody's grave..."

"Yeah and I got hit up by the AV too, man! I'm a loyal soldier and I got fucked up you should be showing love, old man!"

"I'm showing love by letting you breathe, little boy. That's why I prefer to work with females in our organization. Any organization. Women listen better and make better gang members because they plan things out. Little fools like you want to act tough and just hit the enemy without any planning."

"What, nigga?! You fought in Vietnam! It was more men than anything how..." Khoi back handed him.

"Fuck!" T Mart cried out. "Watch what you call me and speak to me like, boy. I'm your Elder. Without me this gang doesn't exist..."

"But you ran off to South Yank..." Khoi hit him again. "If you could get your needle dick to produce a kid, you'd have a child and might live the gang life too. But now I'm back and she's an adult. I regret nothing about my decision regarding that. What I do regret is how we seemed to have failed you and let you run this organization into the ground."

"Cha! We don't fight in graveyards!" Mai barked.

"You're right..." Stated Khoi. "Enough talk. We need to take the fight to MH1. And smoke out Eddie. Once he's out we'll deal with him."

"What about the cops, cha?" Asked Mai. "They put out an APB. He was sloppy and somehow that video ended up in the hands of somebody that turned it over to the law. And now he's on the run."

"I've taken care of one part of that already. He has a brother that's still alive and in hiding. Witness protection. I don't know where that brother really is but I can easily make the authorities think Eddie is on his way to Vice City. In reality...odds are he's in either Red County or Blaine County."

"Fuckin great..." T Mart growled. "That's hella ground to cover!"

"And we'll cover it..." Khoi insisted. "I've covered hundreds of miles in my own country. This is nothing."

Mai and Khoi walked out of the cemetery and got into a silver Stallion and her father began to drive. Gina and T Mart got into a dark blue Oracle and they began to all head for Red County. "There's guns in the trunk, dad, just like you asked."

"Good. I would hate to think we're about to fight MH1 with just sticks."

"Cha...can I ask you something? At one point during the war...you did end up helping the North...and the IAA never even found out about it.."

"No. They didn't. Just like they never found out I told my wife details of the missions I carried out. Luckily your mother is good at keeping secrets."

"It's good that you did. Holding things in can kill you..." Mai stated. "And you didn't answer my question."

"Have you ever heard of the My Lai Massacre?"

"No...I know about a lot of the biggest battles but...I'm American so I don't know them all they didn't teach us in school."

"Yes...in hind sight I should have picked a state that wasn't San Andreas but that had better schools than South Yankton...it was a massacre where 500 people were killed by the women and children. They raped and tortured them. Then killed them. I don't deny that the North did wrong and I killed many of them for our American 'allies' but they brought about some good too under Ho Chi Minh. i don't appreciate their anti Catholic beliefs but they did some good things."

"Like what?"

"For one, banning forced marriages, child marriages and wife beating.I opposed Ho Chi Minh at first but I came to see he was a good man. A national hero."

"Were theira bunch of women fighting? I feel like movies show that they did," Mai felt stupid for asking. She'd been to college and she had done a lot of studying on her homeland'd history but she still had missed out on a lot as they didn't teach anything from the Vietnamese perspective.

"Yes. American women were only allowed to be nurses. But the North Vietnamese had as many as 11,000 women fighting. It's true that a lot of them had non combat roles too such as driving food and supplies to the soldiers or spying on Americans but they also wired booby traps for them."

"So that was when you turned on them?"

"Yes...I wasn't even fighting at that point in the war. But I saw pictures of the massacre. Some crying women and girls about to be massacred. This was a few years after this when I already had killed many of the NVA. But when I saw that picture..." A tear just a single tear rolled down her dad's left cheek.

"What is it dad?" She wanted to hug him but he was driving. "Two of them were people I knew personally that never harmed a soul..."

He hit a red light and pulled up a picture of it in his phone. "They were killed just seconds after this photo was taken. See the woman on the right adjusting her blouse buttons? I knew her...she was raped just before this happened..."

He then turned to his daughter when it turned green. "When I see men like Eddie and what they do it's no different than the American soldiers who had done what they did. His uncle one of the founding members of the AV also fought in Vietnam. I don't know if he raped anybody but I know that he killed. Their father had served too. Their sons their nephews are twisted little shits and not only will I kill them for their sins but that of their father and uncle. By wiping out their bloodline forever I'll avenge whoever they killed."

As Gina and T Mart drove, Gina asked, "Do you think we should get the Sons in on this? They're our homies and just cause Eddie didn't do nothing to them doesn't mean he wouldn't."

"No. We already gotta share with the fools from Davis but at least they got hella reason to want Eddie dead too. If we get the Sons mixed up in our shit they'd probably lose a few homies too."

"Yeah but this could be them someday. Even with all these gangsters after Eddie he still held his own."

"Yeah but I talked know that homie Play Dough?" He was talking about a homie of theirs who had immigrated from Cambodia at the age of ten and become a citizen and by age fourteen had gone down for a 187. He killed somebody at their middle school he suspected of being a TPG member at point blank range with a .22 and he was now twenty five doing a minimum of ten years and he had added up charges for a stabbing when he hit LS County Jail when he was an adult.

"What about him?"

"He heard just listening to some fools in the Blaine County car talk about Eddie and how he's in the hat. It doesn't matter that he did it to us even the Vanguard hates what he did. And that was always his car even before he became one of their big homies and he was just in the state pen for the first time back in the day! He was with that car..." He lit a cigarette, a Redwood as they rode to the song Ridin On My Enemies by Sicco Blue.

"What's your point, TM?"

"My point is he might have some motherfuckers under him that's loyal to the end but most of them are gonna jump ship on his ass. But he's still dangerous so for us to bring in more people than we need just gives him a chance to have more people to kill before he goes down."

"No. You're wrong. Cause if there's more people then he's more likely to fail. He can't take on everybody."

"Numbers don't mean shit to these bitches! They thrive on being the underdog on the inside! Even before they were all slammed down in the back or just their car in general all over the state. They got less people so they had to be more thorough they still do! So any numbers we throw at his ass just means more people that could die."

"Yeah but if we had to get in people from all different kinds of hoods and it's just people we're kinda cool with I'd rather it be some stranger that gets killed than another one of us. But really i don't want anybody else to die by him I'm just saying if I had to choose i'd rather it just be somebody we don't know and have it be a quick death."

"Yeah but with this punk you don't get a say in how you die. He really only kills men faster. Women he makes them wish they'd died..."

"I know...and I should have been there to stop him..."

"Yeah I know...and I should have been there too. He put me in the hospital I should have been the one to come back on him! I should have been thorough myself...if he had at least killed me...I don't know...maybe shit would be different."

"Nothing would be different..." She told him. "Cherry cared about you and she would have still tried to ride for you. Maybe she still would have died or maybe we would have killed him. But nothing would change, T. It would have been worse and more of us would have probably died trying to smoke him."

"Yeah well you can't see this as your fault either..."

Tears began to flow for her again. "I'm sorry...I...I don't know what...I should have been faster. I should have shot him. I should have got to him in time...but I just...my cheek. When the glass hit me...it's like I was blind for a few seconds and I didn't know if it hit my eyes or not. Those three seconds were everything...between me getting to her in time and not..."

"Gina, Cherry wasn't careful. Even if she knew you were coming she should have waited."

"What are you saying she deserved it?!"

"No. I'd never say that. She did go in too hot though. And it got her killed. It's her fault in a way. I aint blaming the victim, girl. Just cause that's true don't mean Eddie aint the main one at fault. I'm just saying there's always shit she could have done different. And there's shit I could have done different. Maybe you see it as youre fault cause of that glass hitting you and your reaction time but for me I should have just been more careful. This all started with me. If I hadn't let myself get beat down she'd have never been on a hoo ride. This is on me, G..."

"We gotta take care of him. Together."

"I'm down for that. But I expect to die when I go at him. As long as I take him down I don't care."

"I don't want you to die, T..."

"Yeah but I probably will. I'm on borrowed time..." She looked at him. "You've been using, right?"

"Yeah...I need bullets to bounce off me."

"You sound like you wanna die, T Mart..." She shot back to him. The Filipino gangster did not say anything back.

Meanwhile, Khoi turned to Mai. "You need to talk to your mother. She's been talking. She wants you to talk to her."

"I've seen her. What does she want?"

"Tsis yog nws xav nrog koj tham txog tej yam ntawm sab ntsuj plig. Koj paub kuv txoj kev xav qub li qub zuj zus. Tab sis tej zaum qhov ntawd tsuas yog pauv ntawm sab hnub poob muaj rau peb lub tebchaws. Nws xav tias koj tus kheej kev xaiv los mus ua rog yuav cuam tshuam koj sab ntsuj plig thiab kev noj qab haus huv," The Eurasian gangster and ex IAA agent told his daughter switching from English to Hmong.

(No she wants to talk to you about spiritual matters. You know how I felt about the old way growing up. But maybe that was just the influece the west had on our country. She thinks that your own choice to live by war may be impacting your spiritual and mental health.)

"Tab sis kuv sim mus rau loj thaum kuv muaj peev xwm thiab kuv tseem nyeem phau Vajlugkub, txiv. Dab tsi ntxiv kuv xav tau?" She asked in reply.

(But I try to go to mass when I can and I still read the bible, father. What more do I need?)

"Koj yuav xav tau ntau yam ntxiv. Kuv ib txwm ua npau suav rau Haujsam vim qhov cuam tshuam ntawm nws ntshai ntuj raug txim ntawm kuv. Feem ntau cov neeg neeg nyob sab hnub poob nkag siab txog yam uas tib neeg nyiam koj niam ntseeg. Nirvana tsis yog lub ntuj ceeb tsheej. Nws yog lub xeev ntawm kev ua ib qho nrog txhua yam. Reincarnation kom txog rau thaum peb thaum kawg ua enlightened. Ntawd yog neeg Asmeskas uas coj Buddhism tsis to taub. Nirvana tsis yog neeg nyob ntuj ceeb tsheej. Nws tau txais txoj cai thaum kawg tuag."

(You may need more. I always frowned on Buddhism because the implications of it scared the hell out of me. Most westerners misunderstand what people like your mother believe in. Nirvana isn't heaven. It's a state of becoming one with everything. Reincarnation until we finally become enlightened. That's what Americans who adopt Buddhism don't understand. Nirvana isn't the Buddhist heaven. It's earning the right to finally die.)

"Txiv, koj tseem xav txog kev ua neeg Qaum ntuj? Lossis tsawg kawg uas koj tau kawm nws?" Mai inquired.

(Father, are you thinking of becoming Buddhist? Or at least have you been studying it?)

"Yes..." He answered back. "Catholicism..I used to think that it helped me. But it hasn't. Maybe the idea of going to heaen sounds good on paper but the Christian God..what kind of God would allow things to happen that happen? They say the wage of sin is death but children don't deserve to be killed for somebody else's war. And women don't deserve to be raped and murdered like Cherry was. I've seen so much of this shit, Mai. So much death...maybe death is teh only peace I will get. But I know that I'm not anywhere near enlightened enough. I'd have to go through several lifetimes to do this. This means I've been reincarnated before but I do not remember."

" I was closer to my Catholic side for that reason..." She told him. "I KNEW that about Buddhism and Nirvana and I had this need to exist after...you know? I have to believe Cherry is but then somebody like her the life she lived our faith would say she probably went to hell and she wasn't perfect and she could be dxumb but she didn't deserve what happened to her and she doesn't deserve hell."

They pulled up finally arriving. More Da Nang Boyz had also come to Sandy Shores. They kept their distance but they had eyes on a trailer park. "What's the plan, dad?" He handed her a pair of bninnoculars. "See that asshole with the tattoos?" She took the cans and looked A brown haired white male with a bit of a tan from the sun with gray eyes. He was smoking a Redwood and he stood five foot nine and was wiry but in shape.

He was talking to his soldiers many of whom were rednecks that had either been former O'Neill brothers employees or who were independent of both them and TPI but who in the pen had still run under the protection of gangs that had the keys on the yard like Most Hated. Trevor Phillips didn't like them as a group but even he could do nothing aboutthe fact that those under him who did go to prison as several had these last three years, had to run with the Blaine County car and that meant being with MH1 and it meant being under the whims of teh AV who ultimatley supplied most of the independent rednecks since Trevor had wiped out the O'Neills and was tryinmg to corner the market.

"That's Lucas Schmitt. They call him Locksmith. I don't know why. I guess it could be because he had the keys to the yard at Boilingbroke. He ran the wood pile out there and he inherited it because the man before him wrecked it. He did six years in prison. More if you count his juvie days. He's good for a bunch of shootings. Mostly Marabunta guys, They've fought each other over drugs. And he's good for a few stabbingss both himself and ordered in prison. He cleans house. And more importantly he may have inherited his position cause the last guy crashed but make no mistake. He takes orders from Eddie. They got out of prison around the same time as each other. Something happened in 2010 to Eddie something with his family. A death I think and he did another bid. Six years. He should have been given a life sentence and if he had, he wouldn't be out here on the streets."

Clayton was among the DNB's. "That ends today. We gotta make that motherfucker pay the piper. For Cherry...for every homie he smoked!"

He had two Uzis. Gina had an H&K MP7, T Mart had an AK-47. Khoi had an old school M16. He had a scope on it. He turned to Gina. "You get first shots. She was your friend..." He turned to T Mart. "Since you getting beat up and not being man enough to handle business when it happened, you get down there and help her. This is your mess."

"How is it my fault man? I aint the only one that took lumps that day! You singling me out!"

"Shut the fuck up and do what I say. Or you and Eddie are gonna meet the same fate..." Snarled the Hmong gang leader. "And I won't feel an ounce of remorse about it."

They began to move in. Gina opened up with extreme prejudice. She sent twenty rounds crashing into three MH1 members before they even had a clue what happened. They fell collapsing in a pile on top of each other due to standing so close. Next was T Mart opening fire as well and he struck down two MH1 members to her one. The MH1 gangsters finally saw what was happeninhg and returned fire at first with Handguns but a few popped the trunks of their vehicles and came out with shotguns.

Mai fired her M4A1 striking down an MH1 member standing six foot seven and three hunfdred pounds of muscle. "The bigger they are the harder they fall..." She hissed with anger as she watched the man fall with seven rounds running along both biceps and he bled out on the ground. Clayton sped towards them with three other DNB members but Mai didn't see who was in the silver Felon but he had the car in cruise control as he sprayed both weapons and mowed down two MH1 thugs.

She came in blazing more and the MH1 members were taking cover and only able to maintain a defensive fire back at the Da Nang Boyz. Kimmy was wearing a black bandanna fashioned t shirt and blue jeans and she was firing an M3 and she hit an MH1 member and a Caucasian male wearing a black t shirt that had AC-DC advertised on it. He was a curly haired red haired male with blue eyes but as he fell over with a gunshot wound to the cheek, Mai was surprised that he was alive but he had pieces of his cheek hanging off his face and his left eye was bleeding. He screamed with his legs kicking.

"THIS IS FOR CHERRY!" She screamed. Mai found it interesting that she was missing her that hard but she hadn't seen the extent of their friendship but she didn't know Kimmy that well as it was. Rachel wore a white tank top and blue jeans, arguably not smart for combat but there was going to be so many different people's DNA at the scene it'd be hard to discern who was who. She wore a lime green bandanna over her lower face and a black one under her upper face and she had a UMP and she fired spraying at a gang member running to cover.

An MH1 member fired back striking Kimmy with four rounds from his P226. She fell over but she had a vest on. "Fuck these fuckers!" He screamed as he returned fire. "We're not letting these assholes from Cypress Flats run us off our own turf!"

"Fuckin A right!" Yelled another gang member who had been an employee under the O'Neill's until he went to prison in 2011 and had only gotten out this year. He fired an M4 back and he hit Kimmy and two rounds went through the vest and she fell over crying out in pain. He also saw a dark green Willard with more DNB's getting out and he let off a barrage of rounds at them acting like he was a soldier at war and he was. He mowed down four gang members, the first DNB member a Vietnamese American male age 22 standing at 5'7 wearing a silver t shirty and baggy blue jeans with a gold chain. He hit that gangster in the stomach with five rounds. Another two hit his solar plexus and he fell over with an arm stretched out dropping his Uzi and his right arm held onto the driver side mirror as blood dripped from his mouth as if holding onto it was his only chance at surviving.

Next down was a Cambodian woman with very dark skin and jet black hair standing at five one and she wore a white blouse with pink flower in sparkled designs and she had a gold bandanna over her face and she was hit with three rounds in the crown of her head decorating her brains all over the left side back seat window. Next to go down was a 20 year old gangster of Laotian descent a man with almond colored skin and jet black spiky hair. He wore a black do-rag and a green dribblers jersey and he fell as his left knee cap was blown out from six rounds and a seventh winged the left side of his neck. He slumped near the passenger side front tire as he bled out.

The fourth was a female gang member of Hmong ancestry from Thailand and Vietnam and she fell with six rounds in her chest and as she fell a few ricocheted and hit her in the lower back on the left side. Mai zeroed on the shooter before he could do too much more damage and she unloaded on his face striking him with four rounds in the left side of the jaw, two in the nose shredding his left nostril and a final round hit him in the spot between his nose and upper lip dead center.

A DNB member, a half Chinese and half Vietnamese gangster with a dark green bandanna over his face wearing a black t shirt under a Vice City Mambas jersey let a barrage of rounds from an Uzi rip and he hit two MH1 members one man and one woman. The man he hit with eight rounds in the left ribcage while the woman, a blonde haired wavy haired blue eyed floozy wearing daisy duke shorts and a red and black plaid top was hit in the pelvis. "FUCK YOU! BY THE TIME WE'RE FINISHED WITH YOU BITCHES THE VANGUARD AINT GONNA HAVE SOLDIERS LEFT ON THE STREETS!"

T Mart joined his homeboy as the two ducked behind the cover of a dark blue Bodhi and they fired at the MH1 and their defensive position but Mai spotted a problem as three more matching trucks came after them and men were firing out of the back of it. Four DNB males fell over, all of them residents of the greater LS area and not Cypress Flats. Mai recognized that a lot of them were not MH1 members at all but instead rednecks local to the area who had not nessecarily taken sides in the war between Trevor and the O'Neill brothers but often found themselves as mercenaries for either side depending on who had money or meth.

When they hit the pen it wouldn't matter as they would be part of the Blaine County car and by extension be allies of MH1 as they were all on the same side but in this case they saw the DNB's as an enemy invading and shootibg up their territory. Khoi spotted the threat too as did Clayton and Gina and they fired focusing on the closest Bodhi, a beat up beige one and Gina hit the driver with eighteen rounds in the right ribcage and she also peppered his passenger up nicely decorating his teeth and eyeballs over the dashboard.

T Mart lit up the second truck exterminating everybody in it but not before taking a round through the chest and he fell as it exited his back. Jayna ran to his side and put pressure on his wound and was joined by Clayton. "Hey you good, dog?!" He asked. Jayna checked his wound. "Through and through. That's good!"

"Yeah..." T Mart growled in pain and anger but said, "My vest is fucked though homie! I gotta be more careful!" He looked at the sweating Gina as she ducked behind a gray Rebel as the MH1 members unloaded at her. "I want to live..." He said with a realization in his voice.

"You fuckin cocksuckers! Teach you to invade our neighborhood you fuck!" Screamed a redneck as he lit a Molotov cocktail on fire and tossed it. Two DNB members were lit up. They screamed as the flames peeled off their skin. With the amount of time they had and the situation there wasn't much to be done. Khoi raised the M-16 and put them out of their misery.

Locksmith returned fire with an AK-47 and he hit Jayna with eight rounds in the back. The Vietnamese gangster fell over coughing up blood and she whimpered looking scared. Jayna rolled on her side writhing in pain. It hurt her too much to move so she rolled back onto her checked her wounds. "You can survive this..you aren't hit in the spine...just sit still..."

"I h...h..had..t...t...to...for Cherry... she h...h HURGHHHHHHH!" She coughed more blood.

She had tears in her eyes and her skin got paler and paler as she lay there. She looked up at Khoi who was near her and he held her hand. "F...f...father...pray with me...?"

He knew that they didn't have time for this but she didn't have long either. "Cha của chúng ta..khi nghệ thuật trên thiên đường ..."

(Our father who art in heaven...)

Mai was shocked at this but she knew that most likely it was just him going through the motions to help her rather than true faith. She seemed to take comfort in it, however. He walked her through the whole prayer as her legs kicked. Mai could see some peace in her eyes. Mai in that moment realized that though she had started off three years ago helping the DNB she had gotten wrapped back up in her mission with the IAA and had not gotten to know every member in the hood ad well as she could have and with Khoi having returned and reclaimed his own throne she had indeed seen him as like a father to her, and she felt like a failre realizing that her father had done what she had set out to do even if unintentionally for the DNB, better than they had.

Mai fired at Locksmith and emptied the magazine but he ducked back to cover behind a trailer. He returned fire."Locksmith! I'm coming for you, TRICK!" Yelled Clayton as he reloaded his Uzis from cover. Sicko Green unloaded on three MH1 members as well wounding them with his G36. "We're coming for that ass, cuz! You fuck with the best you sleep like the rest!" Sicko Green caught two rounds from a redneck firing an M4 and he fell over and returned fire with his Mac-11 back at the ones who shot him.

"DNB for life!" He yelled.

Several policr cruisers pulled up and several deputies emerged. A DNB member with two rounds in his left thigh saw he was not going to survive an encounter with the cops. He tossed his Glock 18 aside and put his hands on his head. The two deputies at his back did not cuff him. Instead, he was hit from a blast from a shotgun from behind. The same was done to a female gang member as well.

As Locksmith unloiaded at the DNB's, Gtretchen fired on them from cover as did Dillinger, all of them trying to defend their neighborhood. Mai reloaded yet again and shouted, "The cops are on their side! We gotta fight them too!"

"All this shit for a fuckin rapist?!" Screamed T Mart as he fired striking two deputies and as it turned out they were the ones who had shot his homie. Gina fired hitting a cop in the left side including the leg and hip. Dillinger caught two rounds in the left arm and he and Gretchen retreated. Cobb on the other hand was firing an AA-12 and he managed to take down another three DNB members. Mai wanted to throw up as she saw a DNB member with his guts hanging out.

Cobb fired trying to hit them. He ended up wounding Sicko Green with a shot. He aimed for his head but instead glass shot everywhere and it hit the mixed gangster in the face. Mai fired her grenade launcher and three trucks ignited. She saw that among those caught in the blast was Cobb himself. She saw him scream as the flames ate away at his flesh. His cheek flesh slowly peeled away and he had lost both legs and one arm in the blast and blood was spraying everywhere. None of the rednecks or MH1 members could even poke their head out to put Cobb out of his misery.

Khoi saw Locksmith attempting to run so he fired into the back of legs before he could reach the red Bobcat. The other gang members fled and some of the DNB pursued. Meanwhile, Cobb managed to roll his own flames out but he was in a lot of pain. Dillinger and Gretchen helped lift the wounded gangster into the back of a robin egg colored truck and he screamed bloody murder. Gretchen and Dillinger fired MP5's out of the back to cover their escape as the driver took them out of there.

Khoi got the wounded Locksmith into the back of their ride and they began to retreat. Clayton was not thrilled about the body count. "Feds step in when it's three or more bodies. I'm glad we smoked all these motherfuckers but with all the homies we lost today they'll never leave us alone."

Locksmith and four other MH1 members high tailed it out of there in a brown Rebel. As they sped down Algonquin in Sandy Shores, a dark blue Tornado cut them off pitting them. As the driver attempted to regain control, a barrage of rounds opened up and Locksmith tried returnin fire but a few rounds hit him in the left arm and the driver himself was shot in the right temple from the 7.62 rounds coming at them as dark green clad bandanna wearing gangsters fired on them. Locksmith fired his Beretta and he managed to hit one of the gangsters even as the truck lost control. He was thrown from it and he got up, injured but still willing to fight as were his friends who were also banged up but still in the fight.

Dillinger and Gretcher opened fire as they pulled up alongside the gunfight and they hit the lead Families gangster in the chest, or rather Gretchen did with six rounds from her spare ..380 but the banger was wearing armor and he rolled himself to cover. A dark green Manana had also pulled up and four more African Americans inside were firing upon the Sandy Shores local gangsters and the MH1 members. Dillinger retrieved an 870 from the vehicle and came out firing and managed to hit one, a chubby black male in the right forearm. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HORSE SHIT?! IT WASN'T ENOUGH THEY PULLED THIS BACK IN THE FLATS?!"

Locksmith took two rounds in the right shoulder and he limped across the road to try and get to Gretchen and Dillinger but even as he did, he saw more more of his fellow gangsters mowed down as the 165th street Families chopped through them. Three of them was better than just one against the Families but he didn't like the odds.

2 Hours Later

Cobb was still in pain and barely holding on. Khoi demanded, "Where is Eddie?! If you don't tell us your death is gonna be a hell of a lot more painful than it already has to be! You tell me what I want to know you just get a quick shot to the head..."

"I don't...I aint telling you shit. You can fuck off!"

"That's what I wanted you to say..." Khoi said as a sadistic grin crossed his face. "You know..with burn victims...often times when the doctors needed to get to the problem and deal with it fast there would still be all this dead skin hanging off you...and the doctors would scrape that loose hanging flesh off of you. Like so..." He had a barbers old school style razor for reasons Mai couldn't fathom and he began to scrape off some of the flesh from Cobb's abdomen. "NYAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Roared the gang member.

"Hey, it's not like the flesh is any use to you now is it? I don't think so. Not in the state it's in..."

"YOU FUCKIN G...G...ARGHHHHHHHH!" Cobb kicked as he screamed and was practically foaming at the mouth as Khoi did it again and took off a larger strip of skin. He then put the skin in his mouth against his will. "MRMPHHHHHHH...!"

"Bite it and chew it..." Warned Khoi. "If you don't I'm gonna start to get creative with your balls and from what I've heard and seen of burn victims the situation down there is a nightmare...you've already been burned. You don't want me to start using a blade on top of it."

He reluctantly chewed and he screamed and he whimpered and swallowed his own burnt pieces of flesh. Khoi lightly slapped his face. Bbuck up, son! It's not like I'm making you eat it cold. My daughter's quite the chef..." Against his own will, a snicker escaped the Hmong Elder's lips. "She cooked you a hot meal. You. The least you can do is eat it!"

"FUCK YOU! EDDIE'S GONNA SKULL FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER WHILE YOU WATCH!" Khoi pulled out a piece of the man's left leg tissue attached to a piece of bone and the flesh was burned to a black smell of burnt meant filled the room. "Open wide..." Khoi said.

"FUCK YOU!" Khoi plugged his nose with one hand and then opened his mouth for emphasis. "Here comes the airplane!" To not suffocate he was forced to open his mouth and he put the piece in. He then even dipped the bone back into the part of his left knee that was the point where the blast cut off. He dipped it in the mush causing Cobb great agony again and as he screamed, Khoi it back in his mouth. He was forced to eat that as well.

"Are you ready to talk?!" Khoi demanded.

"LISTEN!" Cried Cobb. "ALL I KNOW IS HE'S SOMEWHERE IN SANDY SHORES! AFTER THAT SHIT HE DID TO THAT BITCH FROM YOURGANG HE';S LAYING LOW!"

"I'm getting the impresion not everybody in MH1 or even the Blaine County car in and outside of prison is fully aware of what your boss has done to these women. How is it that you know what he's been up to but other people are in denialkk about it or they don't know?"

He studied the sweaty face of the wounded gang member and came to his own conclusion. "Unless you're doing the same thing or you have done the same thing?"

"Wh...what...? No...I didn't..."

"I can see in your eyes. You did. Are you sure you don't know exactly where he is?"

"He was supposed to stay at the Yellow Jacket...ever since they reopened that place he's been...but..he didn't make it a point to tell me...lsituation like this...law after one of us...it's better if we don't know where he is...he doesn't want nobody flipping on him...try and cut a deal..."

"Well he won't need to worry about that from you. There's no deal to be made. And now his own people in the joint want him dead so I find it very hard to believe anybody under the AV on the streets wouldn't have heard about what he did. So that only means they either don't care or they're in denial. Then again he is green lit on the streets but that doesn't seem to matter to the men like you under him. Rats who won't jump from the sinking ship."

"He still pulls in hundreds of thousands of dollars, man! In March he made 100,000 off drug sales alone in this county, man! That's not even counting what he's got going on in West LS!"

"That's all over now. Maybe he gets pleasure off hurting girls the way he did. But now that pleasure cost him his business and now his empire is going to crumble. The smartest heads in the Vanguard know to sever ties with him or at least put a contract out on him. They know he's began to eye the gang member and he said, "I'm only just getting started. I'm gonna finish you but it's going to take a few hours."

"ALL I KNOW IS HE'S IN SANDY SHORES! OR MAYBE HARMONY! DEFINITLY BLAINE COUNTY! I JUST DON'T KNOW WHERE EXACTLY!"

"Yeah I believe you. I'm still going to torture you. Because it'll give me pleasure..."

Mai came to him. "Dad...we got a surprise..."

"What?" He asked. They walked until they were out of ear shot of the rival.

"The Families..." She lead him through the hideout to a chair where a beaten and bloodied Locksmith sat died up. "They came through for us after all. They had a shootout in the streets and there's still two of them out there. Dillinger I think..."

"Yeah...he's a validated AV member..." H Bomb chimed in as he held an AK-101 with one arm. "And he had some redheaded bitch with him. She looked like hardcore Most Hated. I'd be surprised if she did less than a nickle in the pen in total. She got that dedicated look to her."

"And you decided to bring him here to us? Why?" Asked Khoi. "You've helped us when you didn't have to..." Explained the Loony Block Families OG. "And you paid a heavy price for it. I wish yall aint have to. But I lost my son, bro. Now shit hurts when you lose a girlfriend to these streets. It happened to me back in High School. And it hurts when your parents die I've went through all the kinds of grief. Parents, cousins, homies, all that and I'm telling you nothing compares to the pain of losing a child. So Eddie NEEDS to be killed by me ya';ll can take your pound of flesh outta him but I gotta be the one that sends him to hell."

"We lost people too. Like you said..." Khoi answered. "And all due respect to your son...but heh didn't die the way he could have. Nowhere near as brutal."

"You can't compare that though! Yeah she died more fucked up but we're talking about family ties. It might hurt you but I gurantee it hurts her mama or pops if they still around and if they ain they aint gonna be the one to avenge her right?"

"Why did you bring Locksmith to us then?" Asked Mai.

"Cause ya'll still told us about that hoo ride you was finna do to them and we figured we needed to do what we could to help. I know we came late but better late than never right? He'd have gotten away uif it wasn't for us. But if it was down to me and this fool I admit I'll lose my cool and beat this motherfuckers ass to death before I could ever get any real information out. These cats are hard. They're used to the hurting CO's put on them so yeah I could get medevil on em but ya'll seem better for it. You're ex Army, right? It's better if it's you..."

"So you want us to find out where Eddie is from him but you still want to be the one to kill him?"

"Yeah. Look he aint the only one that's killed some of ya'll there was a lot of them out there including Dillinger and that redhead. It's not like I wouldn't also be doing this shit on behalf of everybody he did this to. Not just my boy. But for Peaches and Cherry. I put that on my mama, my hood, I swear to Allah. You got my word as a man. I got respect for ya'll but we need this. Even if he hadn't used my son as bait and almost killed my daugter, he also called in ex pigs from Davis PD. Eddie's on the warpath and the beef we got with them in the pen is on the streets it's cracking all over Vespucci Beach with the locs out there. They're serving up these fools when they see em but they're catching cases."

Passion nodded in agreement. "It may not be our hood but we don';t wanna see nobody go to prison. Not even Eddie. That's too good for him."

"I'll tell you what. I'll give you the information when I have it. And we'll wait twenty four hours. Then we'll go after him. You'll go your way I'll go my gets to him first gets to kill him."

"That's cool but my homies is heated. And some niggas might wanna use the heater on anybody trying to stop me and us from getting Eddie even if it's ya'll. I mean I'll do what I can to keep shit under control but it's no guarantees and if my homies shot at yours and ya';ll shot back at me for whatever reason I gotta defend myself. I don't want it going that way but this shit is war, Khoi. If it was the Americans and the Russians both having an equal shot and they were both the same distance to getting Hitler and they took down the German soldiers you really think the two armies wouldn't funk to decide who gets dibs on him? It's the same situation."

2 Days Later

Mai had decided to take a more subtle approach. It seemed her father, despite his IAA training had regressed back into the ways of a gang leader. Mai still thought like an agent. They had deprived Locksmith of sleep for two days so far. The Families had roughed him up a bit but now he was strictly being tortured on a psychological level. She was playing the same song over and over. The song The Hong Kong Cha Cha by Lynn Ray and Xiao Fen Min blasted.

"It's not about if you tell me where Vinke is, Lock. It's when..." She said. As the song restarted again, he screamed. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU! YOU FUCKIN BITCH! LET ME OUTTA THIS CHAIR! I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKIN HEAD OFF AND USE YOUR SPINAL CORD TO SCRATCH MY ASS! LET ME OUTTA HERE! YOU FUCKIN DYKE!"

Neto

June 23, 2016

Going Howitzer

It hadn't been easy trying to reconnect with his son and even now at the moment Neto more got the feeling that his son saw him more like an uncle or some kind of extended family rather than his father but he was making progress. The two were building blocks together. Just then, he got a ring on his apartment building buzzer. He'd moved them to a new spot on the East Side of Vinewood but he still maintained his operations in South LS. "Siéntate bien, chico. Ya vuelvo," He then ruffled the three year old's hair earing a smile.

(Sit tight, kid. I'll be right back.)

He answered the buzzer. "This better be important..."

"It's Grizz, man. It's been months. When you gonna get me outta town?"

"I got you a nice little apartment with some mean vatos outside of it. The fuck's the problem?"

"Can you just let me in? You're supposed to be watching my back."

"And you're supposed to be staying put. I'll meet you in the hallway. But keep your voice down. You aint gonna disturb my son."

They met just outside. Neto pointed his Glock 18 at Grizz's left kidney. "Now tell me why I shouldn't drag you outside and throw you in the middle of downtown? I wonder who'd get you first? The Ballas coming from South LS? Or Ivan from the north? This is Vinewood though so he's closer. I'd say the Ballas would just put a bullet in your head and be done with it. You didn't snitch on them they just know you're a snitch. But Ivan? You ratted him out to his girlfriend."

"About that...she wants to escape the city too and I'll pay you if you help me find her somewhere. She knows Ivan's probably gonna find me and even if he doesn't I gotta leave. Besides...how do you expect me to go and see my son if he'll come with me when you want me to stay put at the apartment?"

"It might sound crazy but I can probably arrange a ride from some Fresa Trece vatos to take you into the edge of their territory and get you as close to Carson Avenue as possible. But you know it's gonna be dangerous even if you make it into their territory cause they aint giving you a ride back. They'd be targets hanging around a Tranny neighborhood. Especially Ground Zero..." Mark shot him a hard stare but knew that he was calling it that since their hood was responsible for the riots in LS in a lot of ways but also because they were the first Families gang to kick off the feud with all Vago neighborhoods and even previously allied Aztecas were now enemies with them.

"So how you expect me to get back?"

"You could take a cab. This aint the 80's anymore. They will drive you. Especially Downtown Cabs. It's run by a vato from CGF I heard but he'll drive anyone personally himself but he might just send a dispatcher."

"Well I know who you're talking about but all the same I'd rather one of his drivers take me than him personally. Never thought I'd see the day when I'd be getting rides from a Vago hood. It wouldn't have been unthinkable back in '91 but after them riots, man. Shit..."

He looked Neto directly in the eyes. "And you aint gonna like it but I heard the East Side Families and the Vagos from Jamestown was trying to have a peace treaty and it's even a OG from the green side that set it up. I know that's gotta be pissing Onda off But you gotta admit it's kinda funny how Jamestown got along with Ballas even when they was knocking off Families."

"I know that if you want to live you shouldn't wanna piss me off. And that truce aint gonna last. We'll make sure it doesn't. They say too many bodies have been dropped on both sides? I say not enough have."

"You can't be serious..."

"As a heart attack."

"You want people from your side of the tracks shot too?"

"The ones that are going along with the truce, yeah. Same with those that hung out with Ballas."

"Then why you helping me you could just say no. You could have done worse to me than Ivan or the Ballas did. Why help an enemy?"

"I told you before. It was to fuck with Ivan. If I thought you could get anywhere near his dad I'd use you as a crash dummy and have you go kill him just to Ivan wouldn't have a reason to keep on fighting."

"I read about the massacre that killed your parents in Mexico, man. It was fucked up. But you can't blame a man for actually wanting to find his father, dog."

"No but that makes his cause fake to me. He acts like he';s out to end capitalism or at least the Yanquis from ruling the world. Whatever Russia's end game is..but for him he just wants to break his old man outta prison so they can play catch. I think about my parents deaths all the time but I know they're gone. And their deaths are why I do what I do. I may have lost sight of it for a while and they may not like the way I do things but this is their legacy. If Ivan really gave a shit about his own causa he would have killed Mai himself. He's had more chances to do it lately than I have."

"Why don't you do it then?" Asked the ex Baller.

"I'm gonna. I'll; be cleaning up his first we have to clean up yours. What is it you wanna do here? With this Sugar shit?"

"She agreed to get her daughter and skip town. But only thing is she finally found out who it was that killed her own son back in the day. She was gonna tell Ivan she found out that night but after I told her well...would you have stuck around?"

"So?"

Mark "The Grizz" leaned against the wall. "She don't wanna do it alone. And I don't wanna let her do it alone. Would you be willing to help?"

"You want me to help you kill Families? I'd normally say yeah. But that's too big a risk. I get discovered helping a snitch? I'm done with Onda."

"You ever heard of a mask?"

"I guess you think you're the one making demands but that's not what's going on. You wanna put yourself out there go ahead. But I'm not going down for that. See this is one difference between Zapatistas...even just soldiers instead of gangsters. Men are more built for this shit. Women want help to find the man that killed her son. She should be fine with doing that herself."

"You saying an Azteca wouldn't get help?"

"A hyna is better at planning I'll give them that. But they'll roll over on a small charge just to not go to prison. It doesn't matter if it's my hood, your hood, whatever. When you hear somebody say they'd never snitch who do you think means it more? Hombres or muchachas?"

"It's a lot of snitches out there, dog. I can't talk. Least of all me!"

"No but you're able to go after somebody by yourself and even if somebody did pop your son you'd deal with it yourself."

"Did I ever even tell you what I did roll over for?"

"I don't care."

"It was the 90's and I was doing twenty five to life. By the late 90's I was looking to be a solid brother. I wanted to join the Army..." He knew he meant the BGA. "So I was putting in work It was lucky of all the kites I got to stab somebody it was never my cellie. It aint just the fact that you off somebody you tight with. With a cellie too you can't even act like it was somebody other than you. Nah. Truth is I was almost gonna be made. I poked up a few Aztecas. There was a riot one time but I aint get caught doing nothing extra where the guards could single me out. I got stuck by a Marabunta cat too we stabbed each other and it's funny...we fell down together so when the tear gas and pepper sprays and rounds from the Mini 14 came cracking at us we'd both already done our part for our car."

"What's this gotta do with you being a rata?"

"I had a homie from my hood. J Par. His name was really Johnny Parsons. We came up fighting CGF bitches and other hoods like that. Even Temple Drive and them back when they was still a hood. But he had saved my ass in that riot cause a Vago was coming behind me with a knife at one point but he threw that dude off before he could really get me. That dude fell on his shank from that. But he aint get no charges either. They ended up keeping us on lockdown cause we aint leaders and they transferred the big homies to another prison. There was a cat I'd been writing to though. He heard about what I'd done. Darnell Pipton. He joined the BGA in the late 70's and he'd been in the SHU since the early 80s."

"Never heard of him."

"The next year or so up till '99 he had me and J Par putting in work having our people on the outside making moves out there. But then J Par gets caught fishing with something he wasn't supposed to have on him. He was supposed to pass that shit. I was in Ad seg at the time for a fight. So Pipton? He tells J Par he owe big time. He either gotta find a way to pay up on the package he lost or he gets got. My boy already got hit with another seven years too and he aint snitch or nothing. But he aint had anywhere near that amount of money. So Pipton had two other Army hopefuls hit him. A cat from Davis Neighborhood and a cat from Front Yard hood. They gone now too that hood but anyway they must have stabbed my boy twenty times between the two of em. When I got out Ad Seg I got a kite saying how I was about to be a member of BGA. But that was my best friend. I wasn't trying to work with that asshole after he killed my homie like that."

"So then you snitched."

"Nah. I debriefed and snitched. The shit I confessed to doing for that motherfucker and even the cats that had poked up my homie I just wanted to take them down with me and I told em from the gate I know I was never getting out. I mean I was looking at twenty five anyway so I figured I was never getting out no way. I just said I didn't care and that I wanted to do right by my boy. In the end I didn't get no extra time. They only took off four years though. To o I spent the rest of my time in PC."

"You bitched up instead of getting vengaza."

"Hey,man! First off homie you did what a few years out in Arizona? Try 21 years. You got made Onda after a stay in the prison where it was the wrong Onda and you somehow end up one in San An. Second,doing time in PC what they call Special Needs Yards? That's where all the rapists and chomos and all the other pieces of shit out here end up. It's plenty of violence on them yards too."

He then looked at Neto and then said, "I wouldn't mind hearing about the time you done did in Arizona."

"I don't care. You're not hearing about it cause we aint comaradas and I don't give a fuck about you or that bitch Sugar."

"You really let politics get in the way of making green? Cause I'd be willing to pay. I know it aint what compared to what you probably took but then maybe you didn't take shit cause it sounds to me like you just wanted to burn Madrazo's money. That was a lot of money that went up in smoke."

"Grizz..." Neto said. "One of the best ways to prove you hate somebody or don't give a shit about them is to refuse their money. Cause in America money is everything. Nothing is free. People put aside their principals for money every day so when you tell somebody offering you money to fuck off...it doesn't matter if it's what...the twelve grand you can probably pay me or the millions Martin Madrazo has that's true hate and that's true principals."

"Fine. I'm outta here. But I gotta take care of business with my homegirl."

San Andreas Avenue

12:52 AM

Mark and Sugar were driving south in a stolen black Blade on their way to the territory of the man they intended for Sugar to kill. "This aint no joke..." She stated with fear in her voice. "I don't think I can ever come back to LS after know...with the life and losing my boy before I should have given all this up in the past but when he died I just stayed in it cause what else was I finna do? But now?"

He sighed "And what's worse is we got one of Neto's soldiers riding with us but trust, girl we need at least three people for this shit."

"If he's really protecting you why doesn't he come with? I just don't know about this shit, Mark. Neto's bad news."

"He is but he couldn't risk being seen associating with me. He's a top dog on the streets being one of the few Onda members out here and not locked down but his own homies would green light him for helping me."

"So who did he send?" Imani inquired. He pulled up alonside the curb in Mission Row. Jose Valencia got in. They began to drive. "I know you?" Asked Mark.

"No. No reason for us to talk, man. You need an extra gun and I'm here. We're here. Nothing else to say we'll do what we gotta do and leave."

"Oh what you too proud to talk to a Baller huh?"

"Hey, fool let's get something straight..." Jose said. "I aint like the vatos in the pen not all the way I don't agree with all the politics that goes on but I also get why it was put in place. How shit is in there? That's for your protection as much as mine. I don't got a problem with anybody until they got a problem with me. But when enough people wearing purple try and take me and the homies out? You start to wonder. And it's worse with the Families..."

"Bullshit..." Sugar scoffed at Neto's soldado. "You and the Families was cooling with each other in the 90's don't try and play us..."

"That's why they're worse. Your hood and mine, right? We always hated each other. But the Families used to be cool, that's true. I hear all this shit in the pen and the streets about how the Families we should have patched it up with them cause they only stole money but another varrio could have killed a homeboy. You know that shit with the forced football games, right?"

Sugar didn't so Mark explained. "When they were banding together against Families hoods cause of prison politics, Onda forced barrios that beefed with each other to play ball together and even if that hood was once cool with the Families they couldn't be no more."

"Then yeah I'd say ya'll are more fucked up for killing Families when all they did was take som,e racks of ya'll."

"Yeah but that was Jamestown St. And besides a former friend is your worst enemiga. With the Ballas you've always tested us and that'ds why we beef in Strawberry. With the Families the shit they did to the Jamestown vatos spilled into our shit. It's fuckin weird homes like world war two Japan bombs us but next thing you kniow you're going off t Europe and you don't know why you know? Or you want to kill Hitler but somehow you end up going to fight Japan."

"Yeah what abot innocents getting hit by yall like at the Little New Arcadia parade?"

"They caght two vatos for it. They probably didn't do it but maybe they did. You never really know who you're dealing with..." Jose stated.

"Bt your big homies signed off on it. You wanna talk war? World War II was a war worth fighting. I'm thinking ya'll are more like American soldiers terrorizing Iraqi civilians. That's how I see it. Though ya'll do use the 'I'm just following orders' excuse a lot."

"If that were true it would be your side who started it. Your hoods were fine with it all as long as we were the ones getting punked. I don't hate nobody before I met em but people see me they know I'm VLA and they wanna kill me. Yeah maybe you don't have big homies ordering you to kill somebody but you'll do it on your own. If there's one thing I learned being locked up with green and red raggers it's that you're freelancers but don't kid yourself, dog. You're not warriors you're mercenaries. There's a difference."

"Hey pull up to Little Bighorn Ave..."

The ex Baller shot him a look like he wanted to beat his ass for giving him an order. "Why?'

"Neto didn't tell you? I'm not helping you two alone. We need at least one more person. Trust me it looks better this way."

"Neto didn't tell me shit!" Grizz shot back. Sugar sighed. "Let's just do it if it means we might get a better shot at getting the motherfucker that took my baby."

They drove slow and pulled up to Little Bighorn. Zorra was clad in a gold blouse with black jeans. She wore gold goop earrings and had her lipstick painted dark red. She got in and Jose handed her a Glock 18. "Orale. Let's go..." He said.

She had a backpack with a change full of clothes. He took off the dark blue button up and kept the white t shirt and she handed him a Pounders jersey plus a Las Venturas Pirates had that just read LV. "What's with all the yella?"

"Some Vago hoods get along with Ballas some get along with Families some don't live anywhere near either one. Most don't like either but in thiscase we need it took like it was back in the 90's."

"So you tryna frame another hood?" Sugar asked. "Doesn't sound like one big happy family to me."

"It's not..." Stated Jose. "That's for the pinta."

"I don't understand ya'll south siders you was rioting with us in '92. I looted with some of ya'll."

"If you were really there you know what happened, pues..." Shot back Zorra.

"So what what some other motherfuckas that aint had shit to do with me did is somehow my fault? Look I tried to get as far north as I could and loot their neighborhoods but if you noticed in a lot of cases it wasn't even the one time that stopped us. It was the store owners in Koreatown with their Rifles. They blocked us off they figured we were coming for them and some probably was but I wasn't I was trying to get to the valley where the cops lived."

"You act like this whole thing is one sided we didn't start it and I may not like it but when it's on with us we play to win, que no? I don't like some of the orders I've had to follow. It isn't just doing hits on your hoods either. We have to hit our own homies inside if they fuck up. That's the price of being more militant."

"More militant..yeah right is that why 90% of Onda is heroin addicts? I find it funny they got ya'll trying to program at least a lil bit clean but they in the SHU doing tar. And if one of ya'll was to take food from one of us you'd get smashed on but if one of us offers you food aint nothing happening to us cause we don't functionl;ike that/."

"That's bullshit. You may not care about the food and yeah your car is more lax with the rules but don't act like this has ever been one sided. We just follow orders."

"That sounds like a cop to me..." Sugar said. "Or any soldier that filled up a mass grave."

"Yeah well a lot of gente on your side killed people from our neighborhood too and it wasn't all people in la vida."

"Yeah but it's just funny tome how ya'll function..." Sugar said. "The way it is with us Ballas and Families get along inside at least when it comes to other cars but women's prison aint even like that to the same extent. Families and Ballas will beef with another car but we'd funk with each other keep it in house. It's really only green and purple together when it's others giving us problems."

"Yeah ya'll gotta hate that shit. Taking orders from somebody slammed down for life?" Mark chided.

"First off, puto..." Jose said. "La Nuestra Syndicato may try to run a cleaner program than we do but you ask most NS dropouts they'll tell you that's more talk than anything they did chiva in their cells too. And the AV? Same thing. That really only leaves the BGA and you think they're not doing it?"

"BGA who gives a fuck about BGA? They aint even the niggas running the yards aint no one person running shit..." Sugar replied.

"Yeah but they're slammed down too. You really think they're not gonna use something to take the pain away?" Zorra asked.

"But it's a lot more of ya'll than us we basically got purple and green A little bit of orange. Ya'll got Aztecas and Marabunta on they own that's thousands in San Anbdreas alone. But then you got Vagos that's a bunch of hoods come together under one identity? And you telling me you like that shit? Ya'll could have ten different enemies I mean with us and our car wasn't no two ways about it sometimes we fought hand to hand wasn't no hands off policy that's some sucker shit."

"I didn't say I like everything about it. I shouldn't be telling you two this shit anyway but you're both on your way to dropping out. I hate that another barrio could have more clout than me I could go to the pinta and my enemy I gotta be cool with could be there and they might have more palabra at la mesa."

"What's la mesa?" Asked Sugar.

"The table..." Grizz said. "Onda."

"Yeah cause not every city car under Los Vagos umbrella is the same size. So if somebody is deeper they're gonna be that much more in control."

"Yeah well you know when I was coming up...before the 90's and in the early 90's the Aztecas were a joke."

"Maybe in the mid 90's that shit is true and maybe most of these peewees don't know shit about our varrio. But I know our history. But by the mid and late 90's we became known as the million dollar cliqua, fool! Most Onderos were making thousands of dollars from the streets. Hundreds of thousands, homes. Especially the fools from the E Cola generation But the big homie from Aztecas 18 made millions. So all these other varrios hating on us are mad that we're bigger than we were back then. Including a lot of Vagos. They got that one umbrella identity in the pinta but it's individual varrios there's no one identity. With us we got one identity but a lot of sets."

"Look I don't give a fuck about none of that. Vagos, Aztecas, Ballas or Families I'm not doing this shit for the hood. I'm doing it as a mother..." Sugar said matter-of-factly.

"We don't give a fuck about you either or your son. We're doing this cause Neto asked us to... so fuck your attitude we're helping you when we shouldn't be..." Snarled back Zorra. Jose stopped her, "Calmate, carnala...look I get it all right? I'm a new dad myself and I'd do anything to keep my son out of the way of bullets. I'm sorry that happened to you."

Sugar had looked like she wanted to fight Zorra on the spot but while she said nothing back to Jose it seemed to have deterred her. "Let us out here..." Jose instructed. "We're gonna push closer to 166th street but as we hit the dividing line we'll make our attack from there."

"It might be a bit risky to do it that way..." Mark stated. "You don't want.. shit I don't want the hitters from 166th to get mixed up in this too since they the same hood just different streets."

"I heard they're not getting along now though..." Jose said. "The streets talk.. you just hit them from the other side. We'll try and mop up as many Ranas as we can. You do the same but you're already here for one guy so I hope you know what he looks like..."

As the two gangsters got out, Sugar looked at the picture of the shaved headed African American male with a sign illuminating on her phone in the darkness. "You sure about this though?" Grizz asked.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be? We're deeper into a hood I've beefed with my whole life than I ever wanted to be at. I aint going soft, Grizz i'm just tired of this life and after today I don't need to kill nobody else."

"It's just...the way you got the information...from Eddie Vinke of all people...it sounds like it could be a divide and conquer tactic..." She shot him a glare but he explained, "I aint mean the one that killed your boy don't deserve it. I'm just saying he could have given you bad information on who did the deed. To start a war and shake up any truce we got with 165th. Cause as much as he would have been my enemy too back in the day H Bomb is a solid cat."

"I don't think so..." Sugar said with a sigh. "When Ivan wasn't being an asshole...I'd had him look into it. He may have picked up a Families BG from their hood and tortured them. The nigga said that even though he couldn't prove he killed my son that day he did say he was there."

"Confessions from torture aint legit they'll say anything to make the pain stop."

"Yeah but Ivan did manage to get one thing off Eddie's cell phone or a cell phone he used. He sent the man that killed my son a picture of me and let him know I was after him."

"Okay...well we'll find out soon enough..." They heard a series of gunshots from a Handgun. They counted about ten, maybe more. As the shots rang out, automatic fire was returned. It was Jose and Zorra creeping through the hood staying low. The Mexican-Navajo gangster saw four Families members two males and two females. The females were smoking a blunt while the males were sipping 40 ouncers. The first female wore a silver midriff top with a gold crown design in the middle and blue jeans. She wasn't an OG per say she was in her late teens oir early 20's but to the younger generatioon of homegirls such as middle schoolers she could be seen as a role model.

She had a coconut brown weave, coffee colored skin and eyes. The woman next to her was a bit darker and had an afro and wore a black t shirt and gray jeans. "Passion you crazy, bitch! I done told you that's just the shit I heard and you saying it's cool?1 You nasty!"

"Hell yeah! Who gives a fuck if squirting is partly piss?! PEE ON THAT NIGGA TO LET THEM OTHER HO'S KNOW HE'S YOUR LITTER BOX!" This earned a laugh from the other gang members and Zorra smirked chuckling silently but Jose's mouth made a noise as he tried to stifle it. It was then that one of the Families bangers saw this and dropped his beer. They began shooting at each other as one of the gangters had a Glock 19 in his waistband Jose proceeded to fire back. He managed to hit the guy in the chest and he fell over. Zorra also began lighting up the remaining three and only the woman they'd called Passion escaped the onsalught as the skinny woman took off down the street though she did return fire at the Aztecas.

"Shit! Goddamn ese's set it off already!" Mark growled as he got the M3 from the trunk and Sugar got the AK-47. A few forties were dropped in the street as tattooed men went for their pistols. "Yo!" Grizz yelled and he fired striking the first Families thug nearest to him, a dark skinned black male wearing a white t shirt and blue jeans with a mostly shaved head and some kind of designs carved into his hair.

He hit the man of about nineteen or twenty in the chest. Sugar followed up with a barrage of rounds, about twenty in all and they fell over the remaining three. One was dead from rounds to the chest and stomach, a man wearing a Feuds sweater that was not green. Most of these men weren't in colors but they had the right tattoos or rather the wrong tattoos. Plus the sports clothing was always a good indicator and one man lay writhing in pain with four 7.62 rounds in his right ribcage, a light skinned black male in a black t shirt who stood about 5'4 and had a slim build and silver earrings and he had a hat that fell off his head but it said LC for Liberty City a Swingers cap which was common among Loony Block AKA Loony Corner Families from the 165th and 166th street cliques.

Grizz fired striking the man in the stomach to finish him off while Sugar took out the other one, a black male mixed with white who had gray eyes strangely enough plus blondish hair and even facial hair and who stood six feet and had cornrows. She fired a burst into his face taking his right eye out.

Meanwhile on the Azteca side of things, Jose fired his Mac-10 from cover as the rounds came at him. Zorra sprayed her Glock 18 back at them too and she saw a burst of dark red in a Families members shoulder area as she made contact but wasn't sure she'd done more than injure the dark silhouette from where she was behind the parked dark blue Willard next to Jose.

The Families member fell over. "Get them sewer rats up outta here, cuz!" Screamed a gang member wearing a dark green plaid button up and gray khakis but he also fired a Remington 12 gauge though they couldn't see what kind specifically. Jose fired and seven rounds hit the gang member. Zorra also sprayed and she hit a female gang member and the woman fell as she was trying to hop the fence to get closer to shoot.

"Man fuck this shit!" Screamed an overweight gang member in his forties firing two Handguns forcing them both back. They ran back and Jose caught a round grazing his left wrist. "I aint getting shot again! You in my hood, bitch!" Screamed the fat OG. "You all right?!" Cried Zorra. "I swear I know that fool busting at us, mija!"

More Families members were coming. They were outnumbered. They saw a stolen dark red Cavalcade pulled up screeching the tires as it swerved and Jose and Zorra dove into the back of it as the more numerous Families members fired. Chela was driving and she was firing a Glock 19 out the window at the enemies to cover herself and her homies.

On the other side of their hood, Mark and Sugar made their way through but a few of the 165th street Soldiers made their way towards the shooting from the Aztecas too. One of the wounded gang members had two rounds from the AK in his right leg. Sugar showed him the picture of the gang member she was after. "Where's he at?"

"Fuck you, bitch!" He had a .22 sitting behind his back and tried to go for it. Mark stepped on his left hand crushing it. "ARGHHHHHHH! THIS SHIT HURTS STOP!" Grizz took his shoe off the crushed hand and put the barrel of the M3 against it. "You'll lose that hand if you don't start talking, boy."

"He's in that house over there, nigga! With the silver Peyote..." Mark kept his shotgun trained on him and Sugar started spraying at the house and as soon as she did she stopped because she realized that she hadn't confirmed the identity of the person living there and he could have been lying and she could not live with herself if she hit an innocent. Sure enough, however, the screen door busted open and the man from the picture emerged carrying a Remington 1100 firing at her. He wore a Dribblers jersey over a black t shirt and baggy black jeans.

Mark fired the shotgun at the 165th street members hand he screamed as it was obliterated in an explosion of blood and bones and tissue. "I left you the other hand and both feet. If you live through the night be happy about that, motherfucker. Cause a lot of Ballas in Davis have died from people in your hood."

Sugar ducked behind the Peyote as he fired at her and she came up on the right side rolling and she emptied the remaining magazine at him. She hit his house, his windows the doors the walls and eventually, him. He fell over and she got up heart racing and reloaded training the AK on him. He had only three rounds that hit him. She had panicked and was in the heat of battle so she'd shot at the house first without confirming he was in there and now she had almost missed him entirely but there he was, gift wrapped in front of him like a present with a blood red bow spreading across his green basketball jersey.

He'd dropped the shotgun and was now coughing up blood as two had hit him in the stomach and one had hit him in the chest. "The fuck...who the fuck,...wait a minute...I know you...you're that bitch that ole rapist motherfucker showed me! He showed me your pic saying you was gunning for me! Thinking I killed...your son...?"

"You DID kill my son!"

"How the fuck you know that when I aint even know that...I aint no child killer,..."

"If you didn't do it who did?!"

"I don't know! I didn't see! Shit...I remember you though...you was there...I was trying to get your homies and my shit was automatic but so was a lot of niggas. On Families!"

"He made sure I got your picture and you got mine. He wanted us to take each other out. Why would he do that with a fake person when I'm the real mama of the baby you shot?!"

"Cause it's a divide and conquer tactic! Ballas..." He started coughing up blood harshly and it took twenty seconds before he stopped. "And Families...want us back at each other's throats..."

"Nah...this aint no '92 truce shit. You killed my motherfuckin baby."

"If...I did...I wasn't trying to! You know how them automatic toolies be! So what the fuck you gone do...? You gonna torture me or some shit?"

"Nah. That aint me. I'm just gonna do what I came here for..." She stood there for a few seconds and he looked at her and she fired a single burst hitting him between the eyes. She had tears in her eyes and she started sobbing and she had no idea why. She knew killing the man who had killed her son wouldn't make her feel better but she didn't expect it to feel worse. She thought it would be a feeling of nothing. Just an empty feeling like how a lot of homeboys felt after a drive by.

Mark grabbed her snapping her out of it. "Suge, we gotta bounce! Let's go!" They got to their own car as bullets crashed at them and Sugar returned fire with the AK not even trying to hit anybody now. She just wanted to keep them pinned and she couldn't see very well through the tears. Grizz also kept them back wit shotgun blasts but as they got to the car and she started it, he had two more shots left and no more backup ammo.

Four rivals were coming up the street so he carefully fired at one and stuck him from about thirty feet away and watched him fall and he aimed for another a fatter gang member and he hit him in one of his legs but he didn't stop to see which one/. Sugar had the passenger door open and he dove inside and she kept her head down as bullets from the Families came through the back windows and they peppered the back windshield spider webbing it.

Mark was afraid she was going to take a bullet trying to get away so he took her Assault Rifle and would use the rest of the magazine. He fired out the window and forced another two into cover as they tore south down the street but trwo rounds did find their way into his forearm. "SHIT!" He cried out. He saw the source of the shots. A heavy set Families member with a Corkers cap on forward, Loc Down sunglasses a brown plaid jacket black khakis and two pistols. Big Sway...looks like you recovered from being shot... Luckily for him Big Sway was out and had to reload the magazine buying them time to speed up.

As the Aztecas were trying to get away, a bullet hit Zorra in the right shoulder. "CARAJO!" She cried and returned fire as the Families were now after them as they sped away.

"Esta bien?!" Jose cried out as he unloaded the Uzi out the window and hit one of the Families members, a black male with dark skin in a black beanie and a white wife beater and baggy blue jeans. "Yeah! It went through but SHIT that fuckin Gordo is after us hard!"

"Yeah we'd do the same shit if those fuckers came to Rancho and started shooting, eh!" Chela shot back.

Jose returned fire out the window and he also hit the driver with five rounds to the throat like lead wasps stinging him, the gang member swerved blinded by his own arterial spray and collided with a parked red Moonbeam. "The fucked up thing is they probably will come to Rancho it just won't be our hood. They'll assume it was Jamestown since they've kicked it with Ballas in the past! I don't wanna frame another varrio for this shit but I don't want it coming back on us either! I never wanted this jale but we got no choice and at least Neto's paying!"

"Yeah but we're not framing the Jamestown vatos for anything!" Zorra shot back using a spare yellow bandanna on her wound making herself a tourniquet as Jose reloaded. "People frame each other for shit and tag up a rival hood's placa so often it's a cliche! The chotas don't even buy that shit!"

"Yeah but some people really are dumb enough to put their shit on front street, mija!" Replied Chela.

"Well that aint us but I know somebody's gonna be after ione of the varrios for this shit! I already don't like the order I got to take out those people in Little New Arcadia! That aint the kinda person I wanna be! That aint the way banging is supposed to be. I gotta take out a Baller or a Rana I'm fine with it butI don't want to turn a cuete on a civilian, esa!"

"I hear you, alero!" The Honduran replied. "The Loony Block Trannies are gonna jump to conclusions no matter what and yeah the Rancho Treceros from Jamestown are the biggest cliqua that comes to mind when it comes to being homies with Ball Sacks pero they aint the only varrio that used to hang out with them!"

"Well if this does come back on us we gotta let Helgada and Triste and Maniaco know what's up! We gotta be down for whatever!" Zorra said as she winced gritting her teeth.

Chela shook her head. "No puedes contar con Maniaco, ese es un charrula."

(You can't count on Maniaco. He's good for nothing)'

Jose looked poking his head up. "We gotta keep a trucha for the cops too, Chela. I know Neto would say the same thing. Just like he's telling that fucker Grizz to lay low we gotta do the same shit."

"You got a familia though. You and Licha one of you gotta go outside to get stuff for the baby, right?" Stated Chela.

"Si mon but we're all gonna stay indoors for a while. I'll have the fuckin peewees go out there. They're trying to earn stripas same as we did when we were in High School, right?"

"You'd think being a papa now you wouldn't want no more ninos out there banging in the calles. Don't you ever think of this kinda shit,ese?" Asked Zorra.

"Hell yeah and he aint gonna be in no gang like them but these kids are already in this shit. They can wise up and stop or they can be in it. I can try and talk to some of them about getting out believe me but I need them right now..."

"You don't have to have just the little g's bringing groceries, pendejo..." Chela said with an eye roll. "I can help you. Just gotta ask."

"Firme...por favor Graciella...will you help me?"

"You know I will."

Paul

Mount Royal, Kebec

Dēnglóng jiāniánhuá;

Paul and Shep and Dawn and Chogan and Joe plus Sokanon Anahu and Nadie arrived in Little Lisbon a place that was neutral ground for the three respective Kang was clad in all black except his under shirt in his black sports jacket which had red and gold. "Let's make this short. I have to be on a flight to San Andreas soon."

"Me wanna know something, seen? Your boys been encroaching on I and I..." Stated Juavan "What you gwan do to remedy it n ting?"

"I'm getting tired of having this conversation. We're allies the three of us and we've had our differences but I'm the one that gets the short end of the stick. We war with the Dead Beats on our own as often as the Warriors do. You know who never does when you're not meeting with the Warriors? You."

"Me tired of dis snake head batty boy looking down on I an I! I'm da original, seen? You tink cause you live in San Andreas you better than us?"

"Well let's see...you've got ties to Liberty City and Jamaica which is filled with crime and Liberty is past its prime. With Kingston that's the easiest thing in the world for someone like you to control things there. I got connections in this city, same with back in Hong Kong."

"We're not here for you to get into a war with each other..." Paul stated. "We're here because we got more Angels of Death to send to their death."

"That's fine..." Stated Sheldon speaking for his side. "But I think after today we might still do business with the Warriors but we're done dealing with ya'll."

"You said my men are in your territories, right? Well your men are moving heroin in from the ports. That's our trade. We have that locked down. The Cosa Nostra doesn't hold real weight anymore. Oh sure they can get it and so can the gangsters on the West Side of the city but heroin comes from the east. Without our ports and our boats and our poppy fields everybody would starve."

"I wouldn't go that fuckin far..." Growled Shep.

"Yeah well I would. We've been gentlemen so far but I haven't seen you ask any of the Yardies to give up any of their men for you to kill."

"They haen't given us reason to..." Paul stated.

"What about that failure with the hash side hustle?" Asked the Chinese gangster.

"Man, you're still on that?" Remarked Raymond with surprise. "It's done besides it's not like nobody made any scratch off that at all. We did but it didn't last as long as we thought. We can always try it up again."

"Enough. We need to get a move on. Dead Beats got a compound type of structure about seventy kilometers north of here. Middle of fuckin nowhere. Normally that's a good place for them to hide their stash and their couriers make their runs from there to all the small towns in the sticks near there that they sell to and all the dive bars. The rest they bring back by the vanload back to Teranto and Mount Royal."

"Don't suppose there's a chance any of them know where Lucifer is huh?" Paul asked whispering in the older gangsters ear. "Probably not but the more we chop away at their organization the more we can make it easier for the ones that are left to be willing to talk when we need them to."

Shep turned to the Triads and the Yardies. "We're going after these Dead Beats. You all follow us."

They began to go to their respective rides. They began to drive. Anahu, Sokanon and Nadie took off down the street with Ace just behind them in a dark gray Felon.

Dawn leaned in to Paul. "Hey...you wanna do something after we're done here? I know we may wanna lay low after this but cops also notice when gangsters lay low and they might see that as suspiscious. If we go out like nothing changed it might look better."

"Maybe we should..." He admitted.

They got into Shep's truckj and began to head off. The Yardies packed into their Huntley Sports and their beaten up Sabres and the Dragon Circle got into a convoy of Emperors and Admirals.

Shep decided to flip Raymond shit as they drove. "So what's the deal, RAY RAY? You butt buddies with the Yardies now?"

"Come on, Sheppard lay off me, man. I'm just trying to expand my music and they're supposed to be allies, right?"

"Why didn't you get the Triads to listen to some of your samples then?"

"I will but they didn't strike me as Hip Hop fans."

"Gee...I wonder..." The Cree gangster snorted.

"Not cause of that, man. Triads they're like upper class gangsters you know? They came from slums probably back where they're from but they didn't grow up in the inner city where we're from, man. I mean they don't dress the same way they like the suits you know? Don't get me wrong I do too but that'sd a high roller style. Besides Hip Hop isn't the same in China cause they don't have free speech so they could never speak against the government like we do here."

"That shouldn't matter..." Paul said. "If you truly wanna be universal and take it beyond the rez you should be tryuing to expand to them too. Ysardies are more about Reggae if anything."

"Come on, bro, it was just as much Dance Hall influence and the Reggae influencing Hip Hop in Bohan as Rock and funk was you should know this, my boy! You were in Bohan."

"Yeah but even the average Hip Hop fan in Bohan doesn't know shit about it's origins. Our generation is stupid we don't care about anything that came before us."

"Hey, I do! You can't generalize all milenials like that."

"Yeah well a few here and there that do doesn't prove shit against the majority, man. I want you to win, neechie I do. But even on most reserves people are listening to more mainstream artists. You got the odds stacked against you. Look your music is good but you're not Litefoot and even he's unheard of by most and he's regarded as the best rapper to come off a rez he's had more fame than anybody but that was the 90's."

"Yeah maybe I do, dog but that's how Vinewood or whoever the fuck wanted it and it's that way now. Maybe I'll fail maybe I won't but Litefoot wants people like me to try. And if I don't try the shit you just said is never gonna change. Am I wrong?"

K:or sighed. "No. You got me there. I'm just trying to keep you realistic."

"Look I hear you on that but even just where i am now people told me I'd never even get to this point! If I'm being honest homie, I may want more than what I got in terms of fame cause that just means influence fuck the money it aint about that but even if I just got some people who aint ever met me knowing my name it'd be good enough i aint greedy and I'm still living my dream when I'm not slumming it with you fools..." He got a mix of looks but his grin let them know it was all in good fun. "Most people in this country don't make nothing outta themselves not like they want to. You can have a good paying job and still hate it. I'd rather have less money and do what I love than more money and do what i hate. And the average motherfucker in America and here don't get either one they get to do a job they don't like for shit money."

"You got a poin there, big dog..." Little Joe stated. "You're meant for bigger things than the rez.." Dawn agreed. "You can make us all proud. You already have. But you can make us even prouder."

"I don't know about that..." Chogan said interjecting.

"Damn why do you always gotta hate on people, bro?" Asked Little Joe. "Let the homeboy make his way. He can rock shows, smoke the bomb weed, fuck the hottest rez girls, drive the best rides."

"I'm just being realistic And even if we didn't factor in who you are it's also where you're from."

"I been staying in Canada this is my home as much as the states is what are you talking about?" Asked Raymond.

"Yeah but not too many rappers come outta Canada other than Drake you're not him and you dpn't really wanna be him he doesn't talk about anything real/ . Or you could be Justin Bieber same thing. But even where you're from in the states when's the last time you ever heard of a famous rapper from St Paul?" The Cree Indian's eyes narrowed even more and said, "Better yet when's the last time you heard of a famous rapper from Minnesota at all?"

"Fuck..." Raymond said with his eyes wideneing. "I may need to think about that you got me there..."

"Fuck that, you can be the first one be a trail blazer, Ray. Man you guys are mean. You're lucky I don't feel like cussing anybody out right now..." Dawn said.

It was a two hour drive but they finally got to where they were going. They got out. It was dark and the woods were thick with trees as they made their way out to the cabin. Paul was ready with his C3. Little Joe was armed with two Mac-10's, Chogan had an M4 Shotgun, Dawn carried an MP5 plus an Itchaca 37 as backup. Shep carried an AKM. Raymond was armed with a G36 and a .50 Desert Eagle. Ace had a Barett REC7.

Another car pulled up with the lights off and Sokanon got out as did Nadie and Anahu. Sokanon carried an Akdal MKA 19 as well as an Uzi for backup. Nadie had a Beretta 1201FP Shotgun which Ace remarked on, "Girl, where'd you get that fuckin antique?! You fighting Soviets?!"

"How about I stick it up your ass and we give it a test to see if it still works?" Shot back the West End born Cree gang member. This earned a chuckle from the more eastern born Inuit RW goon and he said, "You promise?"

"Hey, that's my girl you're talking to, man. Chill out..."

"How about all of you shut the fuck up?" Paul said as he looked through his binnoculars that Shep handed him. "Keep it down..." He whispered. "All right...that's a lot of bikers. There's gotta be at least thirty of them there."

"Any IC's homie?" Inquired Raymond. "No. Luckily for us it's just two wheeled trash tonight."

He didn't say it but he could tell Raymond was somewhat glad too. Paul was glad for the logistics reasoning of it. He didn't mind killing IC's he'd despised that gang as long as he'd known who they were for being allied with the Angels but he knew maybe in a way he couldn't see, Raymond wanting peace with them might bring some peace to the rez's where the gangs lived and on the West End and Central neighborhoods in Winnipek as well.

Anahu had an M27.

Paul had a weapon in a case that he had brought along. "What the fuck is that?!" Demanded Chogan.

"THAT is something I'll explain later. You guys already know who I'm in business with just not to what extent. Don't worry. They won't arrest you. They're not the FIB and they're not Mounties."

"When we're done here I'm gonna need you to explain some of this shit to me..." Shep stated. "Cause I need to know how deep you're in with these people..." He said quietly but sternly. "I get you want Tanaka and Lucifer but I need to know if you're gonna do anything that will blow back on us."

"No. I'm doing this shit FOR US."

He had a FIM-92 Stinger. He saw there was at least fifteen bikers drinking, smoking and standing near a seemingless endless row of parked Zombies and Freeways. He aimed for the middle of it and he was sure that at least ten if not all of them would be caught up in the blast. The end goal was to take out as many of them as possible before they knew what was happening. He took a breath and fired the launcher. The missile crashed right into one. The explosion was well over a hundred yards away but it was like it was right in front of them. The blast sent them to the ground but the Angels were exploding all over the place.

Heads and broken skulls soared the air before landing aand painting the forrest red, pieces of jawbone now lay on bloodied knees as biker bodies flew everywhere. About twelve had been caught in the blast radius directly while the remaining three were send flying and injured from the trauma. With that, the crack of gunfire came from the left of the bikers as the Dragon Circle came in firing on the startled and wounded gangsters and the Yardies came from the right.

A blonde haired blue eyed Angel standing 5'11 with a Viking like beard and greasy curly hair in a ponytail fell as Sheldon riddled him with 7.62 rounds from an AK-12. The Angels that were out back of the cabin came out firing with mostly Handguns but a few shotguns, Sub Machine Guns and Assault Rifles were also fired. Sun Kang kept a distance of about seventy five feet as he picked off an Angel of Jewish Hungarian ancestry with brown hair in a crew cut and blue eyes standing at 5'7. He hit the man in the back as he tried to run. He had just patched in a month prior.

Two Triads did fall however as the defensive fire came back. An Angel was on the roof with an M4 and he fired at the eastern flank and he hit a Yardie dead center in the forehead with an automatic burst. Another Angel tossed a cocktail hitting a Triad wielding a 12 gauge and the suited gang member screamed as the flames ate his flesh.

Little Joe came in closer and he let off a spray from both weapons hitting an Angel who was firing on the Yardies and had managed to wound one. Joe hit him with about seven rounds in the armpit but two more rounds also flayed one of his tattoos, a red and black tattoo that said Angels Of Death Teranto Chapter. There were members of the Teranto, Mount Royal and Winnipek chapter all partying here.

As Chogan laid down fire hitting an Angels groupie who was wielding two pistol and he struck her in the stomach, he called out, "Guys I think there's way more than thirty of these motherfuckers here!"

"It doesn't matter! We're better fighters than them! We can take them!" /Paul shouted back.

Two Angels fired at Little Joe who took cover behind a Burrito. "I don't believe this shit! Jean sends a fuckin boy to do a man's work?!" Shouted one of the Angels. "Vous êtes au-dessus de votre tête, petit garçon!"

(You're in over your head, little boy!)

As Joe waited for them to stop their barrage, Raymond managed to hit one from behind flanking the biker from a 3 o'clock position. "Warriors for life, bitch!"

Little Joe also taunted the biker who had yelled to him back. "I'm all man, dude! But even a toddler can outsmart the Angels of METH!" He let off a barrage at the Angel and hit him in the left arm and as he fell out from cover with six rounds in the bicep, the Cree youngster zeroed in on his face and fired and six rounds picked his face apart blowing off his nose, one right eye and the rest just hit his cheeks.

Paul fired himself and he was close to the Triads who had sustained more casualties. He picked off an Angel with red hair and a long ponytail but a clean shaved face, a man of Irish Canadian ancestry and he struck him with five rounds in the waist and two in the groin. The man fell over cupping his family jewels. He saw Sun Kang be tackled by a man twice his size and the Triad used his martial arts skills to beat the man off him, throwing a hard right hook after kicking the man's Desert Eagle away and he drove a knee into the man's stomach before grabbing his head and twisting it hard and snapped his neck.

Paul was almost not going to interfere but three more Angels who were reloading and did not want to get shot tackled him and he threw a few blows to defend himself but they grabbed him and tackled him to the ground hitting him with punches and kicks. Paul couldn't see the extent of the damage they were doing but he saw one pistol whip him while the next stood on his chest and at the same time reloaded his .44 Desert Eagle. The last man was going for his own switchblade. Paul put a round in the back of the head of the man with the knife first and then went for the man reloading shooting him in the back of the neck and he fell off the Triad boss who then kicked the remaining Angel off of him.

Paul hit him in the back of the head with the butt of the pistol and Sun Kang retrieved his own Rifle and fired into the face of the wounded Angel. "I owe you one..." The boss breathed as blood trickled from his nose and forehead and he could see the anger that the bikers had overhwlmed him when he thought his hand to hand skill was better than that. But alongside that rage at himself and the Angels was gratitude but he didn't know what else to say beyond what he had. "You're not bad at fighting at allI'm taking martial arts too. But it aint like Vinewood flicks we can still get fucked up if we get jumped. Nobody goes at you one at a time."

"You don't have to tell me that, kid. I've been practicing longer than you...but I've seen men handle more men that that. It only means I need to improve or die..."

Dawn meanwhile came in hot and heavy and she mowed down three Angels at once as the Warriors converged on the cabin which had also caught fire amist the blast. "THIS IS FOR AILA YOU FUCKERS! WE'RE SMOKING ALL YOU PIECES OF INBRED SHIT!"'

Ace laid down on the trigger letting his Assault Rifle spit lead hell on the defending Angels and he popped one ten times in the chest and stomach as he tried to run cover to cover between trees. "You can't get away from me, punks! I'm an Ace in the hole! WHOO!" Anahu managed to hit one Angel in both legs and the man fell crawling to cover but seeing as the rounds hit both thighs, he was not long for the world.

Shep called out to one of the Angels. The man had jet black hair light yellowish brown skin and almond eyes and stood about six feet tall. "Tanite oci kiya?" He called out to the Angel. "Awina kiya?"

(Where are you from? What's your name?)

The Angel replied back and Shep smirked to himself. His instinct was right. "Jeremy! Oci niya Winnipek!"

( Jeremy!I'm from Winnipek!)

"Same here!" Shep called back. "What are you doing with their patch on your back?"

"I grew up after the bullshit in the 90's. I wanted to be part of something bigger. The RW's were in my neighborhood but they're local. You're in what, two provinces? The Angels are worldwide, man..." He then snuck a look at Shep before Shep fired a burst of rounds at him. "You missed,neechie!" Shot back the Angel.

"There's always next time!"

"Hey hang on a second. I never knew you growing up. Why do you look familiar?"

"nohtawiy..." Shep said just loud enough for the rival to hear him but still it somehow seemed quiet.

(My father)

"Your old man's one of the OG's, huh?"

"Yeah...he aint perfect. And he's a fuckin asshole and he's rotting in the can but you know the difference between me and you? We aint as old as you dead beats. But at least I can say somebody in my family was part of the original generation! And I'm old enough that I'm just barely at the cutoff point between mine and his. Can you say the same thing? Anybody in your family that was part of the first charter in Canada? Or San Andreas? I'm guessing no."

The Angel fired a burst of rounds back at Shep from his Kalishnikov. "Fuck you, man! You guys claim to hate bikers but you still wear patches like 1! Either make up your mind and be a street gang or get on a bike!"

"Nice comeback! I'll bring it up at our next meeting! Doesn't change what I said though! You could have joined us you could have joined IC. You're right some of us wear patches!" He was now sneaking from cover to cover but he said what he had to say first from behind the tree. Luckily the Angel was reloading. "But that's the older generation. Most of us dress normal. Just like IC's. It's tattoos that'll identify us. But you being an AOD? You have to wear that patch we don't. So you'll always have a target om your backs."

He fired a burst as he moved to cover anticipating that the rival Cree would try and shoot at him as he moved. He did but the rounds Shep sent at him forced him back and he could only blindly fire. "All Angels aint bad, man! We don't all do what Lucifer did. I heard about it. I saw it. He framed your friend. But he aint the national president anymore!"

"I don't see you serving him up to us!"

"Your friend killed plenty of us too, asshole! We're still a brotherhood and that's the bottom line!"

Shep was now behind a narrow tree. He knew that Jeremy had a better chance at hitting him now. He spotted a rock about the size of his fist. He threw it about twenty yards and Jeremy was thirty five yards from him. It landed and Jeremy reacted firing at it. Shep came out blazing and he did manage to hit the Angel in the right arm but the Angel had some suspicion about it and he high tailed it back through the trees. Shep fired after him and several rounds hit the biker from behind but the man had body armor on.

He turned to fire back and Shep's rounds hit his weapon destroying it and another round hit the man through the back of his right hand exiting his palm in a spray of red. The man screamed in agony but retreated and with lightning speed had withdrawn a Beretta which he fired over his shoulder as he retreated. Four rounds did hit Shep in the stomach but luckily he was armored too though one round did graze the right side of his cheek just barely. Shep felt the wound and red stained his hand.

He needed to sit down a moment. He saw the rival was running with a limp back to the defensive line of the Angels some of whom were still fighting while others were trying to retreat. Shep screamed with rage, "KITIWAM ASIMINA KAWAPAMITAN! YOU SON OF A BITCH!KITIWAM ASIMINA KAWAPAMITAN!"

(I will see you again!)

As the Angels returned more fire, Paul saw five Red Warriors laying dead as they had fought and advanced. Three males and two females. Four Angels had shoved into a Burrito and taken off and one of them was Jeremy who Shep had shot. Paul took notice of Shep slumped against a tree. "You all right, neechie?" He asked. Shep nodded. "Yeah...just a bit dizzy. I'll be all right..." Paul examined the wound. "You got a graze to the cheek..."

Nadie noticed something too. "Hey homie you got tree bark pieces in your cheek we gotta get you some help!"

Shep nodded. His two brothers helped him back to the truck. Anahu and Ace also got the five bodies of the Red Warriors who had fallen. Paul hadn't even seen them and he didn't know them but it seemed Anahu had called in some homies to help in the fight. The Angels were on the run but as a second Burrito tried to tear out of there, a groupie was firing at them with an M4. Paul fired and hit her and she fell from the van. She was a blonde haired blue eyed floozy in a black leather vest that said Propertt of The Angels Of Death.

She fell and Dawn and Chogan fired at the other Angels in the van they saw blood indicating they hit at least one of them. As the Angels fled, Paul cracked a smile as Dawn began Ululating as did Sokanon and Nadie. Ace and Raymond did teh same letting out war whoops. Paul let out his own nation's traditional war cry that was generally used more as a warning when outsiders were invading. "Kaw Kaw!" The Angels of Death groupie tried to fire a sidearm, an M93R but the Yardie leader kicked her gun away and then kicked her in the face knocking her teeth out.

Sun Kang also stood near her grinning. "You think this little cum guzzling gutter slut knows where Lucifer is?"

"Fuclk you, you faggot! You probably couldn't handle a woman. You probably suck dick you motherfucker! And you too!" She yelled at the Yardies. "Bitch, I could simply snap my fingers and a woman frommy organization would blow me but in your case I'm afraid they need you more than me..." A female Triad approached the Angel of Death groupie. She was a pretty Chinese woman with fair skin an almost porclain complexion in the winter though it was hotter now so she was looking more light golden brown. She wore a black ladies business attired suit and she had jet black hair in a ponytail. She stood 5'5.

She applied pressure points to the neck of the woman and she was out like a light. She dragged her over to Paul. "This one is loud..." She pointed a finger at the big Mohawk gunman. "You gag her. Avoid headache."

"Probably the best idea I heard all day..." Paul replied with a grin.

"You think any cops heard that?" Asked the Yardie boss.

"We're 20 miles from the nearest town..." Paul stated. "But yeah that was a loud explosion. We shouldn't take any chances. We're gonna take her back to our side of the fence. See what she knows. If she doesn't know where Lucifer is she knows somebody who does. Or she knows somebody who knows somebody who does."

Sun Kang had an idea. "It'll take some doing but...why don't you guys get out of here. We'll stay here and put their bodies in that other cabin right there. Because that cabin? That's a meth lab. I can smell it. It'd be hard to swing with all these bullets but we can at least throw off the motive for when the RCMP get here. Nothing but Angels here on the ground. We're taking our men to be buried and I know they'll do the same..." He said looking at the Yardies.

They began to leave agreeing to it and the Triads and Yardies stayed behind. They loaded up the bodies into the meth house and then the Triads got ready to light up the meth material on fire. They also poured a lot of the AOD's alcohol on the ground leaving a trail between the cabin where the party was plus the cabin with the meth in it. They knew that a fire invetigator could and would know that there had been a missile launched and a gunfight had happened. But what couldn't be determined was the why and with this many bodies and so many blood samples left all over trees, vehicles and the ground, it would take the law months to piece together what had happened.

It was for sure a far worse gangland massacre than the one on Valentines Day back in the 20's. This was quite possibly the bloodiest gangfight in Canadian history without a doubt. But unlike the Massacre on Valentines Day, they wanted the facts and motives of this as secret as could be.

As the Yardies got ready to ignite the meth lab the Triads picked up as many shell casings as they could. "We leave in fifteen. It should be sooner than that so just be quick!" Sun Kang ordered his men.

Amongst themselves the Yardies discussed their distrust of the Triads. "We have to be ready for war with the Dragon boys, seen? If dey got dat kinda power to throw at da Angels imagine what dey can do to us?"

"We shouldn't start a war on a 'maybe bredda..." Sheldon responded. "We have to be sure they absolutely want war with us."

The boss didn't like it. "We give one week my youth. They best come up with a bettah offer than before. Territories and ting. If not, we come at dem like dey come at da Angels."

Among themselves out of ear shot of the Yardies, a similar discussion was happening. "Zhèxiē chǎngguǎn yāoqiú tài duō. Zuòwéi qǐyè hézuò huǒbàn, tāmen shì yīzhǒng zìyóu. Yǔ yǒngshì gòngxiǎng yīkuài dàngāo shì yī huí shì, dàn zhìshǎo tāmen shì běntǔ de. Zhèxiē chǎngguǎn chū xiànzài shíwǔ, èrshí nián qián de zìyóu chéng hé jīn sī dūn, tāmen rènwéi tāmen kěyǐ jǔbàn zhè chǎng xiù ma? Tāmen bùshì sǐwáng tiānshǐ, bùshì xīqū bàomín, bùshì kē sà·nuò sī tè lā, bùshì wǒmen. Tāmen shíjiān hěn duǎn. Rúguǒ tāmen yǒu xiāngguān de yītiān shì 80 huò 90 niándài, dàn wǒ bùxiǎng shīqù rènhé shìbīng, rúguǒ kěyǐ bìmiǎn dehuà."

(These Yardies are asking too much. And they are a liability as business partners. It's one thing sharing a piece of the pie with the Warriors but at least they're homegrown. These Yardies show up, what, fifteen, twenty years ago from Liberty City and Kingston and think they can just run the show? They're not the Angels of Death, they're not the West End mob, they're not the Cosa Nostra, and they're not us. They're small time. If they ever had a day of relevance it was the 80's or 90' I don't want to lose any soldiers if it can be avoided.)

The woman, Lin replied, "Rúguǒ wǒmen fādòng jìngōng, wǒ zhīdào yǒu yīzhǒng fāngfǎ kěyǐ zuò dào, ér bù huì zàochéng rú zài dàjiē shàng quánmiàn fādòng zhànzhēng nàyàng duō de rényuán shāngwáng. Jǐngchá huì ràng wǒmen zhènjīng, qūzhú mǒu xiē rén. Tāmen yěshì, shēngyì huì fàng màn sùdù. Jiānshì. Rúguǒ wǒmen bèi qūzhú huí zhōngguó, nà wǒmen jiù sǐ dìngle. Zhìshǎo wǒ huì de. Rúguǒ wǒmen yào yǔ tāmen dǎjiāodào, nà kěndìng shì yīcì jìngōng. Nín zài bǎoliú tuánhuǒ zhōng de péngyǒu... Tāmen xūyào zhàn zài yībiān, ràng dà zìrán shùn qí zìrán ér bù huì gānshè. Rúguǒ tāmen hěn cōngmíng bìngqiě bù cānyù jìnlái, nàme tāmen kěyǐ yǔ shèng xià de rènhé rén zuò shēngyì. Rúguǒ tāmen gānshè…nà shì lìng yī huí shìle."

(If we attack, I know a way that we can do it without taking as many casualties as there would be if we had an all out war on the streets. Cops would shake us down, deport some of us. Them too and business would be slowed down. Surveillance. And if we get deported to China we are dead. At least I will be. If we are to deal with them it must be in one friends in the reservation gang...they need to stand aside and let nature take its course and not interfere. If they are smart and stay out of it they can do business with whoever is left. If they interfere...that is another story.)

Sun Kang chuckled. "Wǒ rènwéi tāmen bù huì chéngwéi wèntí. Tāmen hěn qiángdà, dàn tāmen zhīdào tāmen bù huì zài yǔ wǒmen de quánmiàn zhànzhēng zhōng huòshèng. Tāmen kěyǐ dǎbài tiānshǐ hé suǒyǒu qítā jiētóu bāngpài. Yěxǔ tāmen yě kěyǐ zìjǐ ná zǒu tíngyuàn, dànshì wǒmen ne? Wǒmen tài duōle, wǒmen gèngjiā qiángdà. Wǒmen bù xūyào yǔ tāmen jiāozhàn, tāmen zhīdào tāmen bùxiǎng yǔ wǒmen jiāozhàn. Shepard... Wǒ gǎndào zài yuànzi lǐ, tā shì yīgè xiànshí zhǔyì zhě, zhè jiùshì wèishéme wǒmen kěyǐ zuò shēngyi."

(I don't think they'll be a problem. They're formidable but they know that they would not win in an all out war with us. It's enough they can fight the Angels and all these other street gangs. Maybe the Yardies they could take out by themselves too but us? There are too many of us and we're more powerful. We don't need to war with them and they know they don't want a war with us. Shepard...I get the feeling that in the situation with the Yardies he is a realist and that is why we can do business.)

"Wǒ shìfǒu yǒu quán zhíxíng suǒ xū cāozuò bìng jiéshù cǐ wèntí? Wǒ zhǐ xūyào èrshí míng shìbīng, shènzhì kěnéng bù xūyào nàme duō. Wǒ zhīdào, rúguǒ wǒmen yǔ tāmen jiāozhàn, zuìhòu de xuǎnzé jiāng shì nín de xuǎnzé. Dànshì, wǒ shìfǒu yǔnxǔ nín yǐ zìjǐ de fāngshì jìnxíng cāozuò? Rúhé bìmiǎn yīchǎng jīliè de zhànzhēng huì dǎozhì jǐ gè yuè de wèntí?"

(Do I have your permission to do what is needed and end this problem then? I only need twenty soldiers and I may not even need that much. The final call on if we go to war with them will be your choice, I know. But do I have your permission to do it my way? The way that will skip the months of problems a protracted war would cause?)

Sun Kang nodded touching her left cheek. "Yes."

The beautiful Triad got a wicked and evil smile on her face. The Yardies did not understand what was said but the few who saw her face as they walked by did not like the look on her face.

Meanwhile, as they drove back, and Little Joe was seeing to his oldest brothers wound, Chogan turned to Paul. "I need your opinion, dude. I think the Mounties are ontp us lately with us moving places and all the people we killed. The cops on the rez are looking into our shit too I aint saying we have to run away either from Pierre Noir or Winnipek, but maybe we need somewhere else to avoid the pigs."

"You worried about heat comung down on us?" Asked Dawn.

"Every day! I don't fear no man but I don't like being in small spaces.I've been to juvie before and I did have to do 90 days in an adult jail. I'm good on that shit. But I'm down for the life no matter what it's just I'm going out shooting fuck going back to jail. And we just need to be careful, D. Paul went to the big house I don't want that. Even if my fucker of a dad is in there."

"I don't know why you always gotta talk shit about dad, man. He aint that bad!" Shot back Little Joe. "Not that bad? Bro the other thing we inherited from that motherfucker is his world and his blood. He didn't teach us shit about survival. "

"All I see is a cool old guy that used to get high like we did. But then the story got boring got kinda gay too..." Little Joe said.

"Yeah well you don't know him. It's one thing to be raided as one of us. It's something else to be one of us for you. That"

"Yeah but he started the whole thing he's one of the last surviving original OG's man!"

"Yeah well while he was out and about that way he might have been all right in the 90's like before he had us and when he had us he should have called everything off."

"What was your question, Chogan?" Asked Paul. "Instead of laying low on some of these rez's and places with a lot if people you could...we could always lay low on another rez. Like the one you came up in."

"That's a dangerous thing for me, man. Cause unlike city cops rez cops got limited jurisdiction But at the one where I'm from? The Warrior Society would kill all of us. When and if we go there we better make count. The Angels of 're looking to blow us into kingdome come. The Warrior Society would put us through trials AND tribulation. Those are real warriors so be good to them. They're like our own police force believe it or not and they're better at keeping drugs out than cops are. I would love to be part of the Warrior Society but I can't"

"You won't think about it, homie?"

"All right look MAYBE we can head east if it's that bad but it's gonna need to be under the radar out there. It aint as bad as the drug problem in Winnipek but we still got addicts. Let;s play it by ear."

South Los Santos

They were at a seedy motel just off Flauson Avenue. Grizz looked at Sugar and kissed her. She kissed him back and the two wrapped arms around each other. "Shit..." She said in a whisper against his her up against the wall as his hands was on her body, and hers was on his. She felt how his hands found their way under her shirt , and started to pull it off, she lifted her arms to make it easier for him, as she started guiding him towards the bed, preferring not to do it against the wall. As they walked through the apartment, she unbuttoned his shirt, and threw it away.

Mark pressed his tongue into her mouth, not that it was a big effort, since she more or less welcomed it. Her hand founded the buckle on his belt, and she smiled when she felt his erection through the pants, making her hand stroke it outside of the pants, as the other one unbuckled the belt, and unzipped the pants.

When they reached the bedroom, Mark threw her on the bed, more or less, and she looked at him, as he removed his trousers and underwear, before he walked towards her. Sugar smiled a cocky smile as he pressed his lips against hers again. She felt how he opened her wine red bra bra, before his hand found its way to her underwear, she lifted her hips to help him remove them. Soon she felt his fingers playing with her clitoris, and she moaned, which actually made the older gangster sneer, and Imani responded by biting him on the shoulder, hard. She soon felt how the skin broke under her teeth, and she smiled when she felt how Mark , for a second felt the pain.

But he soon got his payback, as he bit her lip, and she felt the blood, inside her mouth. Which made her reach out for his cock, and slowly jerk it off, which seemed to irritate Grizz more, and he tried to control the pace by moving his hips, and she laughed as she swung him around, leaving her on top. Imani scratched her nails over his chest, leaving marks, as she worked her way down to his erection.

She took all of him inside her mouth, and when she played with her tongue, every time she came to the top, before she walked her way down again, she almost got a moan from Grizz . Sugar looked him in the eyes as she increased the speed, feeling how it affected his body, and when she felt like he was close, she stopped. At ones Mark looked at her with angry eyes, but she just smirked, telling he, that everything wasn't about him, and that he didn't always got it his way.

That made him grab her, and turning them around again, making him on top again. He kissed her again, and this time she bit his lip, hard enough to give her a reaction, but not hard enough to drain blood. Mark grabbed her breasts, started playing with them as, she lifted her hands, to make them touch his hair. When he suddenly slapped them away, and she looked at him, in surprise.
"What the fuck" she said, giving him an angry look.

Don't touch them" he said, almost as angry and she looked at the glasses, almost slapping him for reacting this way.
" I was about to touch your hair, I don't care about the the scars..." She said referring to the scars on his forehead near his hairline that he'd gotten from a broken bottle tossed at him three years ago when he's gotten out of prison.

She almost shouted at him, and for a second it looked like he felt guilty, before he pressed his lips against hers again. Iman was almost about to push him away, but she ignored that thought, feeling like she wanted to continue more, then being pissy about what he had done.

Soon she felt how he pressed his cock against her entrance, and she placed her legs behind his back, pressing herself against him, as she made her nails scratch him, a bit too hard over his back. She may not have want to stop, but she still wanted some revenge for the slap. When she did, she actually heard him moan, and she smiled as she pressed a bit harder, and he increased the speed, throwing into her hard, which made her moan.

He watched her chest rise and fall. She was panting. She was trembling. Cold? He glanced at the wounds on her chest and he was very aware of her nipples poking against the soft cups of her bra as it had accidentally slid back into place as they fucked. She kissed him like she'd loved him all her life. "You're a better man than Ivan..." She gasped.

"That's not saying much..." He said with a sad chuckle.

"You're a good man.." She said putting her hand on his heart feeling his heartbeat. "You helped me avenge my baby boy when you got niggas wanting you dead. You put your life on the line for me."

"I'm not good, Imani..."

"Yes you are...you just grew up in the hood and had to make bad choices. Like me...we're not the same age but...I like men more mature..." She tugged at his manhood as she said this. She mounted him this time.

Her mouth moved to touch his. She didn't kiss him, she just ran their lips together while she rode him. He opened his mouth so she could slide her tongue trembled and she felt him resist the urge to surge into her. "I just want to feel good...pleae make me feel good, baby..." she whimpered.

She gripped into the muscles of his pecs and moved a little faster. He was big enough that he each slide in and out of her stretched and rubbed. His free hand caught her ponytail and held her forehead to his as he kissed her back. His face moved. He arched his neck. She tugged his hair hard enough to make him grunt.

Her body shook atop him like she might have a seizure. He wanted to roll her over on her back and plow her. It hurt to resist it. Instead, he stroked her where they merged, and moved his hips. She went up, she came down - and he met her. Gentle. Just enough that her body spasmed around him and swallowed like a throat. He moaned, his hand came down, and he struck her three times while she gasped. His other hand skimmed between her legs and touched her. She was wet and swollen.

They disrobed fully after going at it for a good fifteen minutes and took their act to the shower kissing the entire felt her belly seize and skimmed her fingers over the hood of his dick along the sticky slit of him. She wondered what he'd do if she put it in her mouth. The idea made her panic. Her throat seized in fear.

She gasped, their hands clenched and rolled along his throbbing shaft, and he found her with his fingers. Ripe. Slick. Ready.

She whimpered a little as her other hand joined his on her body. It touched the needy jut of her clit and rolled. And there they were, he thought wildly, just two people playing together in the shower.

She did. She did even as he felt her cum. She opened her mouth on a high pitched sound and he swallowed it, sealing her mouth to his. She moaned, bucking on his hand, and he pinned her there to the wall while she bucked and rubbed himself like a pervert on her while they stroked him. Fuck it, he decided, and just gave up. His hand slid off his dick and grabbed hard into her hair, making her gasp.

He angled her face back and fucked her mouth with his tongue and came all over her hand. He wasn't done. They kissed and rubbed and soaped each other up a good ten minutes before they moved out of the shower. "You're...really good at that..." She said breathless.

"I haven't...been with a woman since i was in prison...conjugal. It's been over twenty years..."

"It don't matter, baby. Some people are just natural. Even a man on his first time can still make a good impression even if he nuts early..."

Imani opened her arms and legs. His heart slammed so hard it hurt to see her do it and slid between her thighs to kiss her. She took his face to return it. His hands moved up her belly to her breasts to palm and roll them. She shivered and whimpered. Her thighs trembled around his hips.

He lowered his mouth to fill it with her breasts. She grabbed for his hair and gripped, bowing as he licked and tugged, sucked and bit. He wasn't gentle. He was hungry. She didn't fight him. She didn't quiver in fear.

She just gave it back to hand slid down and plunged into her. She cried out and humped his crude assault. He crudely laid claim to her while he kissed her and her hands grabbed at his hips and his arms and his back, kneading and petting and pulling.

Wild.

She was wild.

Set free from the horror of what had shaped her into a thing that feared the flesh, she was mad with it now. She'd never felt anything like it in her whole life. Letting go enough to open for him, it was freeing. It was liberating. It was like she'd opened a door in her head and let the power of her own need out to bury them both.

Imani didn't panic when he licked down her belly and over hips. She didn't do anything but watch the crown of his head with something akin to joy. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and she whined, watching his face as he savored her flavor. He looked like her skin tasted of things she'd never understand.

She wanted to taste him to see if it was addicting.

She gathered his face to pull him up to her. She tilted it back to lick and bite at his neck and over the pulse there. She nipped at his shoulder and tried a taste of his nipple. He grunted. He pulled her face back up to see her. His fingers stretched her while her thighs jerked and she felt her mouth open on a high pitched keen.

And she soon felt how she was near her climax, and she grabbed the sheets, closing her eyes as her body pulled together in an orgasm, with Grizz close behind her. She painted, as she tried to catch her breath, but she was smiling. It had been hasty, and a battle, but it had felt good, at least for her, and that was all she cared about. She looked at Grizz when he pulled out, also looking somewhat happy. He laid down beside her, also trying to catch his breath.

She rubbed his chest and said, "Mark...will you leave with me?"

He looked at her. "You serious? I mean...you want that?"

"Yeah...your baby mama doesn't seem to want nothing to do with you and...this city is just dangerous...all the Ballas are gunning for you. I mean just cause I rode with you maybe I could get it you know? I just figured if we can get blamed for the same shit together we should run together...there aint nothing in us for LS no more. And we gotta both get away from Ivan...I gotta get Sasha away from him. He's a psycho..."'

"Yeah...I want to, Imani. I aint know I wanted that but I do. But...I gotta get my son and my daughter to come with me. Maybe her too...I wouldn't put nothing against that fool..."

She had tears in her eyes. "Mark...I can't stay here one more day. I gotta leave...we have to leave...are you telling me no?"

He sighed. "Just for now. I aint saying I'm getting back together with my baby mama either that's over but the kids deserve to have their mama. I agree you should get up outta here tonight...but I gotta stay long enough to get my son outta Carson. There aint nothing here for them no more either..."

She sniffed. "I understand..." They lay in each others arms for a few hours just staring at each other talking only a little bit. Finally they decided it was time to go. He drove her to Unity Station. He bought her a train ticket. They noticed a few Aztecas mad dogging them. One of them smelling like alcohol demanded, "You know where you're at, fool? Where you from?"

"I aint no problem to you, man. We're leaving the city..." He then said something that twenty years ago he would have considered a bitch move. "LS is a little too rough for me...for us..."

The cholo glared a second longer but then said, "Orale..."

They held hands a second as her train came. "You know where you're going right? And where to transfer to?"

She nodded as she held Sasha. "Yeah...and I know the clue to leave to you on where I'm going. It just has to be between us don't tell nobody else or Ivan will find us..."

He nodded. "I aint gonna let him find us."

Her train came and she bid him a tearful farewell. He walked following the train as they stared at each other walking and she was still crying looking at him. They weren't some long lost lovers or anything of that sort but their common trauma and experience told them that they were more alike than they thought and just like Ivan was more like Natasha who he had cheated on Sugar with, Mark and Imani were more alike in their own values than Ivan was to Sugar.

He didn't know what he was feeling at the moment. It felt like it could be love but he knew that wasn't it though what they'd just done, without a condom no less, felt like it was stronger than just liking each other. He took a few more breaths. The cholo spotted him again. "You miss your train fool?"

"There was only enough tickets for my girl and the baby...I gotta wait a couple hours for the next one. Trust me, bro. I got nothing keeping me here except the couple hours I need to catch the next train."

He hailed a cab and the cab dropped him off two blocks from the secret safehouse he was staying in with Neto. Just then, as he walked up San Andreas Avenue, a black Admiral pulled up and Ivan had his Makarov pointed out the window at Grizz. "Get in..."

Grizz saw that he didn't have much choice. "If you're gonna kill me motherfucker, just get it over with..."

"I should kill you. I don't know where you stayed but not only did you tell Sugar what I did to you and what i did with Natasha, you helped her and my child escape!" Mark looked him dead in the eye as Ivan kept the gun trained on him. "Yeah and you threatened my so, bitch. You took the gloves off first. I would have done that job for you down in New Arcadia but you had to go and be a KGB asshole. A fuckin robot. You just follow orders. You aint no patriot. You're a drone."

"I'm sorry you feel that way. And I admit. I did do wrong to you first. but I'm willing to let bygones be bygones. You can just tell me where you sent her and Sasha and I'll let you live. Of course...right now it's good she's out of town because Kenny Petrovic is gunning for everything I hold dear. And those idiots in the south are giving us newer problems. I wouldn't have had you do that if it wasn't needed."

"I'm not telling you where she is. And I'll kill your motherfuckin ass before I let you go near either of my kids..."

"You think you could kill me?" Ivan chuckled. Mark reached over with his right hand pulling out the pistol he had in his purple sweater. It was a Taurus. "Yeah. You aint the only one heated. I'm hot on the streets. Ballas want me dead and I guess I can't blame em but it was for some shit I did years ago and it didn't effect them."

"A snitch is still a snitch. You know what? Since you did me a solid of getting her out of town while Petrovic is after us, I'll even let go the fact that you won't tell me. It'll be hard to find her but if I can't it'll be harder for Kenny's men to. But what I WILL need from you in order for me to not go after your son or daughter is that you help us finish off Petrovic and Grisha. After that, you and I never have to see each other again."

"Hold up. Let's say I was just helping Imani skip town. Maybe I took her to the airport maybe the train station maybe the bus stop. If you know where I'm at and you know I helped her skip town how do you know where I was if you don't know where I took her? Don't you FSB bitches got eyes all over?"

"If that were true the Motherland would have less problems but we try. But in your case?" ivan chuckled. "You're just very unlucky. I just happened to be driving home and spotted you."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"It's the truth. I don't care if you believe it or not. But what you should believe is that as much as you may hate me, you're lucky that I found you and not one of Stone's men."

"Okay so if I'm this all bad snitch then why do you or the rest of the Bravta want my help?"

"Nobody else in the organization needs to know about what you did in prison. And if Mr. Markovich knows about it now, you can assume he's known for three years when you started working with him and he didn't kill you. It may hurt the gangster code of ethics and their ego but he wouldn't be the first boss to spare a snitch. Then again he could have always killed you if he felt you were useless or you knew too much. In your case neither is true. To him you're a pawn and you should be grateful because now all you have to do is survive this final fight against Grisha and then Kenny."

"And how do I know you'll let me slide on outta LS?"

"If I wanted to actually hurt your family, Mark, I could have. Many times. I have a pass to go through Covenant Avenue and this isn't exactly Strawberry but I could have paid any number of thugs to take your son out. But I didn't. It was just leverage. If you'd ever been an asset or even part of the FSB you would understand that. Now...assuming we get you through this and you can get your son and daughter to come with you...what city would you like to relocate to? I can get you fake ID's, birth certificates, whatever you need. But you cannot come back to LS after this. See the reason I don't kill you on the basis of you being a snitch is being a spy I can understand the need for informants. And in a way what you did took courage. You didn't think you would ever leave prison and you testified anyway. You did the right thing. And now you're rewarded by being free."

"I aint free. You still got a hold of me. I'm your hostage!"

"Just until we finish this. Remember your friend? Who you played chess with? He was killed by the same people. Don't you want to also get revenge for him? It's not like you won't get paid. It won't be as much as you'd probably like but I think I can get away with getting Markovich to give you fifty thousand. That's enough to get you started in a new life."

"All right..." Mark sighed. "I guess I got no choice..." What disturbed him was that while half his thoughts were on his son and daughter and his baby mama getting away safe from this, half his thoughts were also on Sugar and if he'd ever see him again. He didn't yet know where she was going and now he knew he had to tell Ivan a location to go along with the program. He knew it needed to be a different city than Sugar and maybe eventually when he found out where she went he would find her but it needed to be the right timing and if it was the same city to start that ran the risk of Ivan finding her and Sasha. He sighed knowing he had to take a chance.

"Okay...Dockington...we'll go to Dockington..."

Ivan raised his eyebrows. "That's a bit dangerous don't you think? They're trying to mimic San Andrean gangs out there. They even have the BGA. The man I'm at war with in the south was part of that and they are far more deadly than the San Andrean faction. I'm not saying they know who you are for sure but if you go there I cannot guarantee your safety..."

"Look...just get me a clean slate all right?! And my son too. New identity clean record any juvie charges or county jail that has to go away if I'm risking my ass in another gunfight...and if I got a strap I can protect my family out there but I need a clean slate. Maybe they know who i am maybe not but the streets out here knpw me. I gotta get outta town. If Dockington don't look good how about Alderney?"

"That seems like a more reasonable choice. Okay...we should report to Markovich and get ready. We'll head there now. You can call your daughter she seems more reasonable and tell her what you're going to do. Your son from what I've heard and seen doesn't seem to be as easy. But that's up to you."

"Look one other thing doesn't add up, man! How do you know I was rolling with Sugar if nobody you know saw me? And if you had seen us you'd already know where she's going even if I don't know!"

Ivan snorted. "You want the truth? There was a shooting in Davis tonight. I listened on police scanners. They had an APB on your basic description. They know Sugar's height and approximate weight. Luckily not facial features. The man she was seen with fits your description but luckily you were concealed too. There was some shooting. Was it who I think it was?"

"Yeah...the fool that killed her boy. You was taking forever to help her with it and yeah that motherfucka Eddie Vinke handed it to her but she's sure it was him. It was a divide and conquer tactic but he needed to go but now there's gonna be more blood on the streets."

"Whatever your intentions were you actually put her in danger, Mark..." Ivan said with anger in his tone. "If your intention was to get her away from me that's one thing. But getting her wanted by the police was a bad move. Even if shootings do happen in South Central all the time. I can only forgive this because you got her out of town. You got her out of town and saved her from being arrested but then this was a problem you also created."

"No. The man that shot a child created it."

"Well you wanted to know how I knew you were helping her. I found out that way. Also...there was some Rancho gang members down there shooting their neighborhood up at the same time. I find this strange don't you?" Mark had to wonder if Ivan suspected Neto.

"Not really. I knew some Jamestown cats back in the day. Came up with some of their OG's."

"Like who?"

He lied but gave him a real name. "El Pavo. Crazy fool used to smoke ten dollar sticks. I knew him in the LS county jail. Nuff said. Things weren't as bad before the riots."

"That's fine but I also suspect somebody has helped you hide out."

"Yeah and who do you think did that?"

"Well with the Jamestown Vagos I would almost think Neto had something to do with it. Except he would never help a snitch let alone somebody with your guess is Mai. She may be more leaning towards the green rags over purple but I know you have worked with her in the past and for an ex Army woman she does have a big heart. She's the only one who could have kept you this far under the radar in the same city. And she and I are not exactly on good terms. And Neto is just as against her as me."

"What about the Vagos?"

"Well...I can't fault them if they helped the mother of my child get revenge with you. But I would like to know why myself. Maybe when I get you out of LS I'll pay a visit to Jamestown Street. I do love a good mystery..."

Mark sighed. "Aight. We go in and clap those fools from the Petrovic family and I'm out, right?"

"That's right. But I'm not going to bullshit you. Kenny Petrovic has lost his children. He's on the warpath and he's dangerous. He'll have all his men. There's a chance you won't come back from this. It really is your only option to survive but the odds are 50/50 on you surviving..." Ivan paused and then admitted, "The same is true for me."

They rode in silence the last five minutes as they approached Vinewood Hills.

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That's it for this chapter I hope you enjoyed it. So Eddie isn't gonna die this chapter but don't worry he will and Paul hasn't found Lucifer yet but he's close. I will show Paul and Dawn going on a proper date again next chapter but do you think they can make a good couple based on past encounters they've had with Aila missing or should they break up? So far they've been good at helping each other heal but opinions always vary.

Neto did the unexpected and hlped Mark and in the meantime Mark got to help Sugar do what Ivan said he wold help her do but just never did. It's not that Ivan didn't want to but he had a million different things on his mind and now that he has ANOTHER kid which we will get into next chapter, that's more responsibility.

Next chapter will see Ivan and Mark as well as the rest of the Markovich crew fighting back against Kenny to end it all. After that he will need to go and get his family out of South Central but his son will be the hardest one to convince especially being from the opposite gang as his father and how he knows his dad is a snitch. It would be damn near impossible and the way it looks is Mark has a better chance of surviving this fight with the Petrovic's than he does at convincing his son in front of his fellow gang members to come with him Do you think Sugar will end up in the same city? Or a different one and can Mark escape and be with her? I don't need to get too much into the lemon it was a spur of the moment thing but do you think Mark and Sugar would be a good ship especially now with Ivan having cheated or would it be too dangerous?

Whether or not you consider what Sugar did wrong she kind of did have some justification for sleeping with Mark and she considered herself separated from Ivan when he did cheat on her and knock somebody else up. Up until then she had been faithful so this is revenge cheating but then again if you look at it another way it's not cheating since she was done with Ivan so you could look at it as rebound sex though if Ivan did find out (Think he will?) he would not be ok with that and you can pretty much guess what would happen.

I'm not saying whether or not this is what will happen but if Mark's plan were to work and he found out where Sugar was he could and would be able to go to her without ending up on Ivan's radar. It is true that he would still want to find his daughter but I'm just telling you if that scenario were to play out he would be unable to find her. Do you think Ivan will continue to remain in the dark as far as who really helped Mark escape?

And we get a bit more insight into Khoi Thu's backstory and his thoughts on the war. There's a little more to his background than I let on in this chapter though.

Also what do you think of T Mart's suicidal thoughts do you think revenge will help him move on and cope with his grief and guilt over Cherry's death or will he continue on a downward spiral? And as for actually killing Eddie who do you think it should be? Gina? T Mart? Mai? Khoi? H Bomb? Or all of the above I even heard a few say Neto. But right now this is the situation that's playing out. The AV has green lit Eddie for what he did and if he was smart he'd be trying to leave town too but he isn't he thinks he can do a takeover of Blaine County from behind the scenes much like a shot caller in prison but he';s losing most of his support and now there's more rednecks that are just neutral like the npc's in GTA V that would be part of his muscle, paid help rather than MH1's and really even Dillinger being a hardcore AV member himself is disgusted with Eddie but he still had to fight back since the Da Nang Boyz did try them in their own territory and they live to fight another day and when Eddie's gone they'll be the main ones running things. Of course this conflicts with Trevor but that's always the case.

And also since Trevor all but wiped out the Lost consider them extinct in San Andreas as far as this story goes and you will be seeing Angels in Southern San Andreas to be more realistic than GTA V was with their Outlaws MC based gang being in Cali. That's just dumb so we may see some Vagos (The bikers that is but in this they're Vagabonds) vs Angels.

And in that gunfight we have all kinds of different guns being used in the Warriors vs Angels fight and I don't know if this is something that Zilla does on purpose or by accident but he tends to have his characters use guns you may not have even heard of at times and I myself do try and use lesser known mguns because any simp can sit there and say so and so shot so and so with an AK or an M16 but it takes real love of guns to just look into older school SMG'ds plus modern ones, shotguns, AR's the whole nine.

I mean sure his main characters love of the M1911 is maybe a bit mainstream but some of the other guns the New Arcadia characters use is lesser known and I just try and do that myself and if you look at my characters the only real popular Assault Rifle that most people have heard of is the M4A1 Mai uses and I guess Ivan but he switches up what kind of AK's he uses though Ivan's pistol is a gun most Americans may not know of while Paul likes the C3 and Neto likes the FX-05. Packie also uses a variation of what Mai and Ivan use AR wise but he's not my character he's Rockstars so it doesn't matter.

Also having Shepard have that interaction with Jeremy that Angel of Death he wounded was a different take from what I usually would do with just having the Angels be portrayed as I have before though honestly as far as Little Joe goes, his term the Angels of Meth is honestly a better insult than calling them dead beats in my book but hey Little Joe is the comic of the bunch. And Raymond is that guy that wants to get out and do better things but gets dragged back in. We'll see more of those newer Warrior characters I introduced too.

And I been putting this off but I will start to show Packie's murder trial with all the mobsters he killed but honestly I do plan on him getting the charges dropped.

Also that song Hong Kong Cha Cha is a pretty catchy song from Dragon The Bruce Lee Story it's in the scene when he fights the sailors. I like the song you may or may not I like older music but to listen to any song constantly would be torture and Mai has taken a cue from Neto's book.

The Triad Lin is visually based on Zhang Ziyi before I forget.

Anyway it's almost 4 in the morning now and this is the second story I updated today but luckily it is my day off so I can afford to do some night owl writing. Anyway hope you enjoyed. Have a great week.