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.

79. Father Of The Year

Cypress Flats

Clayton and T Mart sat on a stoop with Gina and another woman, Rose sipping 40's. Rose was 5'1, 103 lbs and as far as tattoos she had a Dragon On Right Shoulder; Scrolled Vines Across Lower Back Forming A Heart In The Center. She was Cambodian.

"I'm tired of burying homies. We gotta comet back at the Aztecas with everything..." Insisted the Filip[ino gang member.

"Fo sho...we gonna get at them..." Stated Clayton. "But we need boss man to rest up. Him and Mai. I thought she was worse off when I first seen her but nah..."

Gina nodded in agreement. "Age is catching up to him..."

"Still we gotta be there for Mai and serve those punks..." The Blasian replied. "She's been there for us.

Carson Avenue

Strawberry

A dark red Willard was pulling u slowly. G Bone and Janea were loading up Uzis. Janea passed one to him but she would not be shooting. She was just driving. There was also K Low and he and Stone were in the same car. "You sure that's where that nigga's staying?" Demanded Stone.

G Bone nodded. "Hell yeah! That bitch stays at his mama house every few days. He kick it with his homies in the turf mostlyt so he crash with them but I found out where his mama stay."

"How'd you find that out?" Asked K Low.

"My mama go to the same church that bitch does..." G Bone replied.

"Man, you trifling, Bone. We shouldn't even be up in here!"

"Shut up she's not even home. She's supposed to be at bible class or some shit with her busted ass."

"And you said you saw Grizz buster ass up in there, right?"

"See the windows? Check it out..." K Low stated as he readied his two Beretta's. "Big motherfucka wth a beanie on."

"I see a nigga and two bitches too..." Stated Janea. There was chatter. They could see bits and pieces of the four figures as they talked and the wind blew the curtains back.

"Aight..let's roll then..." Stone ordered. "This is for all the Strawberry sets that dealt with that snitching punk and all thee homies from my hood that look bad working with him..."

They pulled up and began openimng fire. Stone managed to nail the younger man with his AK-47 through the window and the window shattered. K Low began to spray up the house with his two Handguns and G Bone unloaded as two rounds hit the younger female in both breasts and as she fell the mother was hit as well with five stray rounds in the left thigh. The big man was also hit by four rounds from the pistols K Low had. Next Stone's banana clip emptied but he hit the man in the lower waist as well. K Low reloaded and G Bone told Janea to park. Two Carson members were coming towards them blasting but he unloaded a barrage at them forcing one behind a dark green Baller and the other near the fire hytdrant. K Low and Janea kept them back with suppresing fire.

G Bone ran in the house to check out the bodies. The younger woman and younger man were dead while the older woman and older man lay wounded. "AH SHIT!" He came out of the house unloading his right Uzi at the rivals and jumped in yelling, "FLOOR THIS MOTHERFUCKA GO!" Janea did as she was told as the two Carson Avenue bangers one with short dreadlocks and darkblack skin wearing a green and white striped shirt and skinny jeans fired after the car and the other a black man with light skin and a buzz cut wearing a dark blue t shirt and jeans fired after them as well.

"What the fuck was up back there?!" Demanded Stone.

"That wasn't them in the crib!" Yelled G Bone.

"Then who the fuck was it?!" Asked K Low.

"It was some bums! Probably off of Mission Row or something I don't know nigga! They was squatting in they house. I swear I heard the 411 was solid, dog!"

"You heard wrong, fool. That snitch is in the wind and all we done did is take out a few hobos..." Stone growled with anger.

"I'm telling you that was the motherfuckin address!" He growled.'

Janea sighed, "Then they really was bums that snuck up in they house while they aint there. Question is why aint they there?"

Little Abyssinia

Los Santos

Grizz, Kuma and Abe were eating at an Ethiopian restaurant called Lucy's. Though Grizz's African heritage was not East African, he had read somewhere that all life started in East Africa so even though his ancestors were more likely from West Africa or Central Africa, even though African Americans and Ethiopians culturally saw themselves usually as more distanced from each other than African Americans and West Africans, Grizz could appreciate their culture and he saw them as the closest thing to the original man.

For Kuma and Abe they were glad to see him attempting to learn. "So what is this you got me eating, ya'll?" He asked after the food had arrived.

"This..." Stated Abe. "Is tibs, beef or lamb, pan-fried in butter, garlic and onion, tibs is one of the most popular dishes. We figured you hadn't tried lamb before and uh...that's an acquired taste."

He tried it and he said, "Yeah this is good! Seems a lot healthier than the food we get in the hood."

"Most things are, my friend. I have tried soul food and it is delicious but it is a rabbit not advisable to do on a regular basis..."

"Yeah I know...the history and all that with just leaving us the bad parts of the pig...I'm gonna keep it real with ya'll too...growing up? My family and me we celebrated Kwanzaa. We didn't know that wasn't a real African holiday."

"Sometimes you have to work with what you have..." Kuma stated. "For us in my country we have much cultural knowledge but I'm afraid we do not have as great of technology that this country has. Or the colleges. You know...in our nations capitol there were many ghettos. And yet I saw pagers a lot. It was poor neighborhood after poor neighborhood in DC and yet there were pagers. Many people had nice cars as well."

"What year was this? When you were in DC?" Asked Grizz.

"1980. And then a few years later."

"Well those niggas were slinging cocaine."

Kuma looked to him. "Why do you call your own people this? This word is from slavery."

"It doesn't have the same meaning it just means like your homie, your partner."

"So you think by redefing the word you take its power away?"

"In a way, yeah. I mean the old heads hate it cause they gotcalled that. I can see their point cause we were the first generation to not get called that like they did."

"Yes, but why then if it means friend do many get offended if white people use it? Or other minoritries?"

"Well to me I think only we should say it. But whites don't get that pass cause they're not us. Though we did used to have a few token Mexican cats back in the 80's banging too. Not in my hood but it happened. Funny thing is the dudes that did that they still usually dated their own women though not the sisters. I saw one cat though they called him Mexican John his real name was Juan. He was dating a light skinned sista and had kids with her. He banged his hood even in SAYA. I did time with that cat."

"Well the Arabs get called sand nigger, man. And other minorities I mean where do we decide where our oppression ends and somebody else's begins? I got told I got a pass to say it even as an African."

"Yes but that is disrespect to African American in my age range? You said it yourself you were the first generation of African Americans to not live through segregation. Other nations were called that word. They called people Negrito in Spanish which is roughly the same meaning and yet you don't see the diaspora in latin America doing this."

"A lot of those other countries got emancipated a good fifty years before we did though..." Stated Grizz.

"Yeah and Cuba was the last place to outlaw slavery in the New World but they don't do that either, man. I stopped doing it when I had an older man say it's offensive even for black folks to say it..." Abe said taking a bite of the Ethiopian style bread.

"Yeah...I tried to say it less too but it's hard to unlearn. It's pretty much our word now and people that grew up where I grew up talk that way..."

"Yes but when you really think about it...African Americans do not really own that word even if they think they do. You did not start that word. Changing a few letters at the end does not make much of a difference. White people were the ones that started it. It is they who define it. To try and convince ourselves otherwise is self delusion."

"Yeah but if we all stopped saying it tomorrow does it stop all the gang violence in our community? The drugs, the prostitution? Nah. Then we'd just be like the 60's."

"Yes but you say that it is a term of endearment now...why do you call your enemies this when you shoot them if this is the case?"

"It's used for homies and enemies alike. I don't know...it makes less sense now that you got me thinking about it."

"Yeah but you also are trying to get out the game. All your homies from the block are either dead or in prison and the ones in the hood that are still there want you dead cause of what you did. You had a code and you broke it by telling. Or maybe not...the big homies in the pen that had their arm around you put a hit on a friend of yours and you sided with your homie. You put your hood over a prison gang and it still landed you with nothing."

"I am not attacking you brother but I agree with Abe here...the way you used to talk, the way you used to act that's over. After you conclude your business with the Russians you are home free. You just have to convince your son to leave now."

"Nah...my business with the Russians IS done. Fuck what they say otherwise...I helped them with that drama and I'm done. You did say you'd make sure Ivan stuck by his word."

"And I will but I also have an obligation to him I have to fulfill as well. I know you think he is going to turn on you and it is true that ex KGB agents are that way...but when I give him the information he is going to learn about his father you will be the least of his problems."

Grizz took another bite and washed it down with E Cola. Kuma paid for the meal and they left. "We should go see the Markovich's in the hills..." Kuma stated. "We will get you and your family out of town. Ivan is a cold blooded man but he'll do what he's told when it comes to Boris's orders."

Paul

Ace was being cuffed. "You are under arrest for drug posession do you understand? You have the right to retain and instruct counsel without delay. We will provide you with a toll-free telephone lawyer referral service, if you do not have your own lawyer. Anything you do say can and will be used in court as evidence. Do you understand? Would you like to speak to a lawyer?" Ace nodded. "Hell yeah I want my motherfuckin lawyer!"

They were also cuffing Anahu.

"I am arresting you for (charge). It is my duty to inform you that you have the right to retain and instruct counsel without delay. You may call any lawyer you want. There is a 24-hour telephone service available which provides a legal aid duty lawyer who can give you legal advice in private. This advice is given without charge and the lawyer can explain the legal aid plan to you. If you wish to contact a legal aid duty lawyer, I can provide you with a telephone number. Do you understand? Do you want to call a lawyer? You are not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say may be given in evidence in court."

He also spotted them arresting Sokanon and Nadie but they were on the rez side of the boundry line so the Pierre Noire tribal police were arresting them. "What's this about?!" Demanded Shep.

"Posession. We caught all of them with drug paraphanelia."

"Hey well look at you. Doing the monias's job on the Red side of the line while your friends in the Mounties handle the ones in the county huh?"

"I could haul your ass in too, Sheppard..." The tribal cop, Edwin St Claire stated. He was a yellowish brown skinned man with a buzz cut and a mustache standing at five eleven. He kept his hand on his holster sizing up the bigger Cree. "You're on probation."

"Correction. I was on probation. I'm off it now. I haven't broken any laws."

"Then how about I haul you in for being an asshole?!" St Clair stated. "You know we got a few Indian Clique boys sleeping off an all nighter in the holding tank. I bet you're wishing you were on the white side of the line now, huh?"

Shep stated, "You can't do that. That's arranging for a murder at the hands of another gang member..."

"We can put you wherever we want, you piece of shit!" Shep stated, "That's not what I meant."

"You really want those IC faggots blood on your hands? It's a lot of paperwork..." The cop sneered. "Maybe. But you know what? I'll do you one better. We'll put your homegirls in the holding tank see if they want to sweat it out a bit or talk. Put you away. Women aint that tough. Not as much as men when you threaten em with prison time."

"Yeah? Go ahead they're petty beef charges. Besides...there's plenty of lady Warriors inside. So they wouldn't be alone with the IC's."

On the surface it sounded like he was saying she'd have backup but in reality he was saying that they would be taken out by lady Warriors if they were in prison and she snitched and if they didn't have any dubs in there they'd have Indian Clique members who would likely still want to hit her for being a Warrior and the only alternative was protective custody and that was only if they were willing to cooperate with the law.

Paul was recording on his cell phone and Ray did too. Paul had his cell to make sure the girls weren';t being mistreated by the tribal police while the Mounties were recorded by Dawn.

Just then, things got a bit violent with Ace and Anahu as the two began trying to fight the cops in cuffs. Anahu was tazed and they soon had pistols on his head drawn at him. Ace was beaten and being kicked on the ground. "You fuckin little shit!"

Ray kept the camera on them. "Fuckin little chug!" Growled a 6'4 Caucasian cop with brown hair and a blonde beard and gray eyes as he punched Anahu in the stomach. The gang member fell over coughing. "Did you see that? He profiled him!" Insisted Ace. "I got it all on camera. Your superior officers are gonna love this!"

Two officers, one blonde with blue eyes about Paul';s height looking like a hockey player of French Canadian descent, the next a few inches shorter with a shaved head and reddish facial hair and green eyes approached him. "Turn the camera off!"

"I'm legally allowed to record you and you also have chest cameras. Or did one of them 'malfunction' like they always do?" The bigger cop looked like he was gonna get physical with Paul and Paul backed up saying, "Yoiu know even if this gets smashed they can still get the recording, right?"

The cops let up a bit but suddenly, Mai appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "That's enough. I need you officers to leave him alone..." She flashed the IAA Identification. "What? What are you doing here? You're interfering in the soveighty of the Crowns law!"

"Funny you talk about soverighty while you're arresting us! You should at least be handing us over to the Fort Indian police!" Ace growled with peper spray in his eyes and a bloody nose.

"Shut the fuck up, Ace!" Growled his arresting officer. "You took a swing at us. While cuffed no less!"

"I didn't take a swing until you started hitting me!" Protested Anahu.

"You spit in my face..." Ace growled. "For all I know you got full blown aids from sucking the mayor's dick, bitch!"

The cop grinned. He took a picture of the gang members with his phone. "The fuck...you're snitching on yourself?!" Growled Ace.

"No..this is to show you're already fucke up from charging at us. So when we bring you in a bit more banged up, nobody will notice or care."

The cop's name was D. Walton. He then kicked Anahu in the stomach. The other cop's name was N. Howard.

Mai beckoned to them. "You aren't going to touch him. It's a matter of national security and if he chooses to make that video viral that's his right."

"Or what?"

"I can have our IAA liason got in touch with your chief."

"This isn't the States..." Growled Officer Howard. "If you think we have no clout in this country you got another thing coming."

She made a call holding up a finger to Paul. "This could take a while..."

8 Hours Later

She got him out of there and that hadn't been too much of an issue but she'd had a feeling that the police might have tried to take the footage from Paul. Now they were riding out. They'd flown out of Canada to Narragansetts. They were just now arriving at their destination the side of the road in. They had pulled over to the side of the road.

"This particular sleeper that we're going after? He's insane. He's mentally unstable. Then again...he could just be a good actor. FSB agents usually are. He has a website...have you ever heard of Solomon OS?"

"No."

"It's the strangest thing..." Mai said with a smirk. "He has a degree in engineering and he started a website. Like me, he was a Catholic. But then he became an later would say that God told him to build a succesor to the second temple in the bible...he actually thought that his website was the third temple of Solomon."

They both laughed at that and for a moment Paul almost forget that Mai was still his enemy. She then said, "He even used that website to 'ask God' certain questions. War? Servicemen competing. Death? Awful. Ask about dinosaurs? He said brontosaurs feet hurt when stepped. God's favorite video game is Barrel King, his favorite car is his favorite band is the Beatlesl, favorite national anthem is Latvia's and the 11th commandment is thou shall not litter."

Paul was entertained by the insanity of the man they were about to hunt down. "Not a bad 11th commandment..." He said. They still managed to not put in thou shall not rape as one of the ten though...

Freddie pulled up in a dark gray Felon. He had somebody with him. He got out of the car a woman sat out front and a young man in the back seat a Native American male with golden brown skin and jet black hair of avereage height wearing a denim ripped hoodie with the arms missing and a hoodie on it. There was a tall Chinese American woman in a red blouse and black leather pants. "Paul, this is Ana Chan...and Chayton Highwolf."

Ana did not offer a hand to shake and he would not have shaken it. He avoided her gaze and he had eyes on her but he looked instead at Mai.

"We doing this shit? I got things to do. Back in the city."

"Just so we're clear...you're going after Cody Miller. We know you want Tanaka as much as we do. We just need to be sure your loyalties don't get in the way of things."

Paul stared at Task. He surprised him as well as Freddie, Mai and even Ana.

Wíyuškiŋyaŋ waŋčhíŋyaŋke ló.Tukténitaŋhaŋ he?"

"(Pleased to meet you. Where are you from?)

"South Yankton..." Task answered. "You?"

"Nws kawm qhov twg thiaj hais tau cov lus ntawd?" Ana asked Mai.

(Where did he learn to speak that language? )

"Kuv tsis paub. Nws yuav tsum tsis paub txog. Los ntawm qhov nws hais rau kuv hauv Los Santos hauv Canada nws muaj qee qhov teeb meem nrog Sioux tus txiv neej txawm hais tias nws tsis xav tau teeb meem dabtsi nrog lawv."

(I don't know. He SHOULDN'T know it. From what he told me in Los Santos in Canada he had some issues with Sioux men even if he didn't want any problems with them.)

They got into the white Burrito as Freddie drove. As they did, Task though usually a more quiet type, was curious about Freddie Owl Child. "So a Pikuni, huh? How the hell'd you get into the IAA?" He asked with an amused look on his face.

"We're both gun dealers, man. I just do it for the world's most dangerous group. Truth is I got the same mindset as a lot of other skins that join the military. We may not like what the military did to our people and we don't condone it but we know this is our homeland and as of now the military and the agencies are the thing that protects both the land and the country. I try to do what I can to protect my home rez from domestic problems. But there are alspo other threats abroad I don't want knocking on our door."

"Your tattoo..." Task stated. "akicita?"

He was using the Lakota word for warrior but which also referred to cops and soldiers./

"I should be asking you that. I heard you were one of us but I don't know how. We don't got any members in South Yankton."

"I used to go into Canada. Back when I lived at home. Things were crazy up there. I would stay with cousins among the Nakota. And Dakota. There were peoople there that put me on but that was a long time ago."

"Did you know a man named Chaska?"

"Yeah. He was a good dude. We didn't drink, neiother of us did so we'd drink pops while everybody else would get loaded, enit?"

"He's gone..." Paul said with a sigh. "He came out a bit further east with us. He was killed."

"What..." He could tell Task was visibly disturbed. "Who?"

"It's already been taken care of."

"It wasn't your right!" Task growled. "He was my friend! I know your story you just were a runaway. Going to Libert City. Then LS. Then back to Canada. You never stay in one spot. Who are you to avenge him?!"

"He couldn't have been that much of a friend if you didn't know about it. Besides...you run guns for Trevor Phillips Industries and I've worked for that fuckin nut case. That's one Canadian import this country didn't need. You're living in Red Stick. Or New Arcadia. Or wherever the fuck. Yeah, I spent years running but I'm home now. Can you say the same thing?"

"How would you like it if I met an old friend of yours and he got killed and instead of letting you handle it I handled it?" Demanded the arms dealer.

"Boys, you can have your measuring contest later...there's business to take care of."

"Ooh hey it's the fuckin cold war femme fatal!" Paul barked back. "I'm sure the men in your life do whatever you say when you say it and you save them just long enough to stick around a few seconds and then go vanish again. I don't talk to people without real names. You know what the secret of femme fatals is? They're mysterious cause they have no personality..."

"Paul, ENOUGH!" Mai barked.

"Oh fuck you, Mai. You're a diet version of her. Except insteead of red dresses you like black leather..."

"I can see why you'd be considered the weak link out of the group that was the five of you..." Ana sneered. In reality both knew that wasn't the case. Igf anybody was it was Packie though Paul had to admit that between the four of them he had been the weakest but with his new training his place in what had been the gtroup was up for debate. "A temper like that..."

"So what made you become a spy?" Paul asked with a blank emotionless stare. "You an orphan?" He beckoned to Mai. "This one has daddy issues. Probably sat on his lap to discuss the first thing that came up..." While Paul didn't find actual molestation funny and he knew it hadn't happened to Mai, he knew it would enrage her and it did but she held her facial expressions and tongue. "How about you? Did your daddy rub you the wrong way? Or the right way? Was your pacifier you know..." Paul made a blowjob motion at Ana.

"You think you're being professional? Or are you just trying to act tough? I could have you locked up in a dark room and have you stuck there forever."

Paul aimed his Px4 at her and she aimed her Handgun right back. She smiled. "I drew faster..."

"Paul enough! Put it down!" Mai growled.

Eddie added, "This isn't gonna help you get Tanaka or Lucifer."

"You got me beat on the draw and you'd probably kill me you can't dodge bullets. Maybe you got a vest on and mahybe you get me in one good shot. Maybe you'd even win hand to hand. But all I gotta do is shoot you in the neck and it's bye bye ms cream pie super spy."

"Bro, put the gun down..." Task stated aiming his crossbow. "We got bigger fish to fry."

"You plains skins sure believe that Vinewood bullshit about yourselves, huh?"

"You should try using a traditional weapon. Over relying on guns is for punks."

"I've used a T hawk before, fool. More my style...and bringing a crossbow to a gunfight is stupid. Any ammo you have has to be with you. When you run out you run out. At least with a traditional bladed weapon you don't need to reload."

"K:or...put it down. Nobody is locking anybody up..." Freddie stated.

Paul pointed the barrel upward. "You wouldn't happen to have Karen Daniels with you do you?" He asked demanding an answer from Mai.

"No. She's busy with another mission. I'm not really at liberty to say more than that but you are an asset for the time being."

"Good. Cause I don't want to be in the same room as that bitch."

Ana then added, "Just so you know...we do have an idea where Lucifer is. We could have him gift wrapped for you tomorrow if you wanted it. But you have to do what we ask. Quid pro quo. Understand?"

Paul stared at the agent to guage if she was lying and he hated to admit it but he couldn't tell. She was also probing him to see if any emotional reaction would be shown. She had after all, seemingly got under his skin to the point of a pistol being drawn. "I also know who killed that friend of yours in Bohan...the one with a thing for younger boys..."

He knew that the art of war was deception. He had thought a lot of Maria and he didn't doubgt that the IAA agent had the resources to find out. "Sure you do..." He stated with a stoic look on his face. "If he was an asset like me then you'd be selling him out. Wouldnt put it past the Agency but somehow I don't think you're telling the truth."

"Believe what you want. The truth is I'm not worried about him. If the two of you fought, he'd make short work of you. You're a survivor but you're just not a priority for any of us. Neto has the Zapatistas. Ivan is FSB. Mai is on our side. You're nobody. Your father had a questionable past during the standoff with the government in 1990 but that was it."

"Says the woman without a real name. Nobody who goes into gangs usually has a great childhood. But as fucked up as our world is a spy has to be even more fucked in the head."

"Guys..." Task stated. "We're wasting time. Let's just go take care of this asshole."

"Oscar. That's who killed her..." Paul stated. Ana tried not to let her own facial features betray her but her eyebrows did arch a bit. She said nothing however.

These dumb asses think it's some kind of big secret? It's Bohan and I know what I was up to back then and what she was up to. What we all were. The Lord's and the Trinity's had it out for each other. She was just a bystander caught in it.

Mai knew that Paul most likely didn't know the code name Oscar went by but it wasn't good that he figured it out.

They finally arrived. Lofton, Narragansets. The compound was up ahead.

They all got changed into the FIB gear. "You sure this is gonna work?" Task asked. "This looks like a pretty risky move."

Freddie shook his head. "We timed it. We have opportunity. This may be one of Azarov's men in the states but even he doesn't know what's coming though he should."

"All right...we got five minutes until the cavalry gets here. We need to discuss plans."

"Ana and Task are gonna be hitting them from the south entrance. There will be N.O.O.S.E and FIB after them for the weapon stockpile they have. If what we've read about these guys is right, they aint going down without a fight."

Ana nodded adding, "These people call themselves the Jingoist Front. They've started out small. Mostly just posting flyers in town squares. They were really more of a thing in Virginia but now they've spread up; to New England and they seem to have a lot of guns. The FIB will be raiding them presciently because of that. And they would fight back because they believe in the first ammendment."

"Yeah, gun laws do suck in blue states..." Freddie Owl Child admitted. "At least in Montana they're respected."

"All right. Here's where it gets tricky..." Mai stated. "Miller is an FSB agent masquerading as a white supremacist. His real agenda is mother Russia but the guns he has are still real and he will kill as many cops as it takes to make sure he isn't captured. When he sees we're closing in he'll try and take his own life. We can't let him do that."

They all wore similar clothing - khakis, matching dark blue jackets with flag patches on the left sleeve, with hats, full white face masks, and dark sunglasses - and all carried various modified versions of the American flag with the Jingoist Front logo of a fasces in a circle of 13 stars replacing the normal 50 stars and differing numbers of red and white stripes.

Paul readied his C8 Assault Rifle upgrading from before. Task had a Barrett MRAD and he had climbed into a tree and was about twenty feet in the air as he drew a bead on a Caucasian male with wavy red hair and brown eyes at neck length wearing a red t shirt and blue jeans.

Ana had her FNP-9 ready as well as a Mossberg 500. Freddie also had an Mp9.

"All right. Let's go..." Task had a scope on and he spotted a Neo Nazi with dark red hair and brown eyes with his hair in a ponytail, the guy had a rust colored beard and wore a gray hooded jacket. He fired and with a rip of a few inches if red flesh bare to the elenments, the man fell away as Task's shot tore threw the side of his Adams apple. He was already on the next one.

Paul instantly began to open up when he saw a few as close as thirty feet away and he hit the man in the chest and stomach from the side going in through his ribcage as his rounds lodged their way into the esophagus with two rounds piercing it.

Paul fired the remaining magazine lighting up a man with five in the chest. He fired again and a woman took three rounds in the chest and she took another to his forehead."

Another .308 round hit one of the Jingoist Front members in the right cheek. The man fell bleeding as his round exited the jaw of the man he had shot who had tried running between cover. Paul reloaded from cover and Freddie came down firing his AA-12 and he struck a man in the stomach blowing the man's guts out of his back. Freddie fired his MP9 and struck three members wounding them. Ana fired from cover as the Neo Nazis tried to advance. Mai took three rounds in the chest and she rolled to cover. She returned fire with the M4A1 and she hit the man in the stomach with three rounds and another two hit the man in the left knee cap.

She fired u[pon another a man in a dark blue Navy jacket and a white t shirt and blue jeans took six rounds but he returned fire and did not go down. He instead fired from cover. "We're getting overrun by fuckin gooks!" He yelled as he fired an M-16 back at them. Seven rounds narrowly missed Mai.

Mai fired and sent a barrage his way but five did hit him in the left buttocks and the next round hit him ijn the back on the righht thigh.

Mai fired at the man who was ducked behind a dark red Bobcat but the enemy combatant stayed down. She saw rounds coming their way.

The N.O.O.S.E team members were now engaging the Neo Nazis as well and gunfire was being exchanged. A skinhead fired an AR-15 striking a N.O.O.S.E member in the chest and stomach. The vest hel out at first but another seven rounds hit an penetrated. The same skinhead was then obliterated by automatic fire hitting him in the chest an head as another N.O.O.S.E member tossed a smoke grenade as a female member fired striking the man.

Another N.O.O.S.E agent threw a flashbang blinding three of the militia members just as they were coming out to fire from cover. It was perfectly timed and the three men were annihilated in the sweep. Task spotted Ana far off by about a hundred yards as she unloaded the SMG into two Jingoist Front members. The first she hit with thirteen rounds going from the left knee to the stomach to the chest. The second was hit by eight rounds in the back.

There was a JF member trying to flank her. She heard the words, "Fuckin Mongoloid bitch!" She knew she wouldn't be able to turn in time before he unloaded into her back. She felt the wind of a round barely missing her right side of her face but instead

Paul turned to Mai. "Can you get my friends out of jail?"

"I can't make any promises..."

Five N.O.O.S.E agents had been wounded in the shootout and two of them were being dragged to a safety point behind two trees since they had both been hit in the legs. Two more militia members were killed from return fire with one man, armed with an AR-18, falling dead with nine rounds in the abdomen. Paul noticed four militia gunmen two with their fire concentrated on Ana who was about twelve feet away from Freddie, both of who were in cover and they were each trying to pick off an IAA agent.

He noticed two were also making their way towards Mai and Task who were near each other. Task fired and hit one as the man came from cover but the return ripped through the branches and chipped away at the arms dealers footing and he fell smacking his forehead on one of the branches and fell down hitting the ground hard knocking the wind from him. Mai took out the other JF member as he tried to finish Task.

Ana and Owl Child fired at the two militia shooters and they exchanged places and before long, Freddie was closer to where Mai was. Paul used the moment to go forward into the battle veering from cover to cover. He fired his magazine off and he got to cover reloading before waiting a moment to go again. He saw the cross fire between teh N. .E agents and the Jingoist Front was enough of a distraction. He saw the house where the man he was after was firing from.

The man was firing from a window and he struck down two N.O.O.S.E. "I found Miller!" He declared to the other IAA agents. Miller spotted him as he was running to cover and laid down some fire at him but it wasn't quick enough before Paul dove into cover. Ana got to Task. "You all right?" She asked. He groaned and winced at his shoulder. "We better fix that..." She said. She popped his shoulder back in place and Task's scream surprised Paul as he was staying down in cover but he still heard it and so he peered his glance back. It sounded like an eagle screaming.

Ana fired her SMG laying down one of the JF goons who was trying to flanki them. She'dknown they were there and sprayed without even looking.

"Show off..." Groaned Task. She smiled. They got back in thee game and started to fire on the house to buy Paul some time. Four N.O.O.S.E agets breached a wall on the south side of the house and they came in shooting. Three more JF members were killed in the process but the three remaining JF members fired on the men forcing them to retreat from the house as two were firing with an SMG, Miller with an Assault Rifle and one with a Stryker.

Ana set some charges on the other side of the house after using her grappling hook to get on the other side of it which had caused Miller to miss her with his bursts. He hit Paul as he was trying to go from cover and this was in the chest. Paul stayed down trying to catch his breath.

As two more wounded agents tried to fire into the place and did wind up wounding one of the shooters, Miller fired again with the AR-15 and he struck one of the agents in the left thigh. Mai grabbed one of the wounded N.O.O.S.E agents as he was starting to fall. She picked him up using him as a human shield as she got in. "What...what...are you doing?!" Cried out the female N.O.O.S.E officer cried as she used her and four rounds from a JF member with an MP5 hit her in the stomach barely not going through the armor.

"Sorry..." Mai stated. "But I'm not one of you..." And one of them wasn't close enough to use as a shield. She came through firing and she rested the Rifle barrel on the shoulder of the dying N.O.O.S.E member.

The man with the shotgun fired two more shots. One took a chunk out of her right thigh the next hit her left arm. Mai struck the JF member, a bald headed white male with rosacea wearing a green camouflage jacket and he fell with five rounds to the left side of the throat. The N.O.O.S.E member was finally riddled with rounds killing her as the man with the MP5 sprayed her. Mai landed on the ground with the body covering her but Mai fired striking him from the ground with four rounds hitting his right ankle and four more from the M4A1 hit him in the waist right in the center with one round hitting him in the bladder.

Ana fired her Mossberg as two more JF members trying to shoot at Freddie and Task from the trees. She struck one man in the back of both thighs as he ran. She hit him at 100 feet as he was trying to loop around. The man fell over with two shots in both legs. She fired another shot as the second man fired a barrage at Freddie and hit him in the chest. A round also went through his right shoulder and the man had gotten the Blackfoot with a flashbang.

Ana fired as the man was 120 feet away and she hit him in the under side of his chin. The militia thug fell his bloody face falling sideways on his left side as the flesh hung from his face. She started to reliad as she went back in the house as Mai had just killed the other JF member. She reloaded slugs this time instead of shot.

Ana saw Miller about to fire on Mai as he had just thrown a shock grenade. Ana took her empty SMG and threw it, beaming him in the face. His forehead bled from this and he fell over. There was still four JF members trying to pick off Paul. He got to cover behind a dark blue Rebel owned by a JF member. He reloaded once again in cover. He took an MP5 off a dead N.O.O.S.E agent and he fired a twenty five round burst to buy himself some time so they couldn't move.

Ana was about to shoot when a stray round narrowly missed her and whizzed past her ear. She paused only momentarily but it was enough for the Russian sleeper. "Fuck off you Glow-In-The-Dark IAA nigger!" He growled. He tackled her and grabbed the shotgun. He clubbed her in the chest with it and forced her back and was about to shoot her in the stomach but she grabbed the shotgun and jerked it and it fired at the ceiling. Ana followed up with a kick to his chest to buy herself some time as she tried to catch her breath. She brought up her handgun and went to fire it at his neck but he grabbed it at the last second and he clubbed it from her hand with the shotgun. She did a left ax kick and the shotgun fell from his arms.

She kicked him in thee left ribcage and she followed up with a punch to the man's right eye and she followed with a right jab to the side of the face. She drove a knee into his groin. He grunted staggering back. She grabbed her Handgun aiming it at his forehead. "Enough with the alt right conspiracy shit. You're not a real white nationalist even if these people are."

"And you're not a real N.O.O.S.E agent, Ana..." He said with a dark grin. "You didn't think I remembered you? We met in Chechnya. You thought I was just a local. But I recognize you. You mistook me for somebody who was nobody. Just like I planned..."

"Your plans are finished. I'm sure if it wasn't for us,these officers wouldn't have survived your onslaught. It would be 1993 all over again in New Austin..."

She chuckled and then said, "Glow in the dark, huh? And that word?" She had to wonder what Mark Roman would have made of that.

"I know you're not one of these idiots. You put Russia first. But you don't seem to be in touch with reality these days.."

"Jesus used a racist slur, calling Canaanites "dogs" in Matthew 15:21-28 ... I asked God about racism? He said, "sports". ... White people indirectly call each other "nigger" all the time. After the British Broadcasting System kept indirectly calling me a nigger I said, "Fine! I ain't a pussy! I'll use the real word on my enemies". ... when I fight Satan, I use the sharpest knives I can find. I ain't shedding no tears cause you don't like "nigger". ... Just remember that men are from Mars, women are from Vensus and our dear God is from planet Earth..."

She used her grappling gun to pull her to the wall and she swept him across the face clipping him there with a left foot. She landed and stood on his foot with her other shoe. He kicked her out from under him and followed with a kick to the side. She followed with a Karate chop to the side of the neck and a kick to his chest. She then hit him with a right roundhouse and he collapsed on the floor coughing. She grabbed her pistol and clubbed him in the back of the head. "You're coming with us...and I can't promise it'll be painless or quick."

He grabbed something that he crawled on top of as his gut was on top of it. He growled, "Satan's Whore! I will never go to your Babylonian jails!" He rolled ovetr and had his eyes closed and suddenly she was blinded by the flash of it. She fired two rounds missing with one but the next hit him in the right hip. He tackled her however and began to punch her again and again in the face with his knees on her chest. He grabbed her Handgun. "You wanna know the truth, whore?! We're unleashing the book of Revelations in America."

Mai overheard this too. She laid down fire outside and she tried to keep the other JF members that were left back.

Paul managed to get inside and he noticed the wall had been blasted out by a grenade launcher. He got noticed that the FSB agent had the gun on Ana. Freddie fell over taking two rounds in the right shoulder trying to get to her. Paul remembered he had a side weapon in his backpack. He put the handle and blade together. Owl Child groaned in pain staying in cover as he got out a medical kit. "Is that what I think it is?! Help her!"

Mai went to go and help and she was about to fire into his head up close but he punched her in the groin and she fell her rounds hitting the roofand he pulled her in. He put his pistol in Mai's mouth and he had a knife as well which he was about to plunge through Ana's throat.

Paul flung the tomahawk at the back of Miller's head. He hit him in the back of the skull. Blood sprayed like a geyser and his body began twitching. Paul recovered the blade from the back of his brain stem and followed up with a stomp to the back of the head.

"Paul what the fuck!" Mai growled. "This guy was our only shot at finding out where he has the payload. This guy has nuclear strikes planned!"

"I was just doing what I was supposed to. I didn't hear shit about that. I guess next time I'll let this bitch shoot you."

"I guess we should thank you..." Ana stated. "Maybe we'll help you find that biker you're looking for."

"No thanks. I'm finding him myself. Nobody said anything about nukes. He could be talking bullshit. Russia wouldn't risk a nuclear war with the States."

"There's no precedent for something until there is..." Ana stated. "And you may have your views against the Agency but so far we're the reason there hasn't been a third world war."

"Then we're back to square one. We need eyes and ears on Ivan Azarov."

"You're on your own with that. I got my own shit to worry about. Between Lucifer and Tanaka."

"If nukes go off you know this impacts the community where you came from, right?"

"Maybe, maybe not..." Paul said bluffing since he suspected them of lying just to get him to spy on Ivan. "But as long as they're not cities in the North East what do I give a shit?"

"You're lying..." Ana stated. "You care about certain friends in San Andreas. Your friend in blue."

"Neto? That motherfucker aint my friend. Not really. If he was he'd be up here helping me find Tanaka. But instead he and Ivan use Tanaka for their own goals. He'd at least help me get Lucifer. I set it off with the Others car. I did things to get made into Onda but now I'm not in San Andreas. I may as well be dead to the organization. My true friends are the people up here that I grew up with."

Owl Child sneered, "That can't be. We know you have love for the Latin American community..."

"True but not enough to meet them halfway and live in the states again. Liberty City was once my home as much as Canada is but it's changed so much since 2008. If it's changed that much in just eight years think how much it feels like it's changed since the 80's and 90's. Liberty State Mohawks belong down in Liberty City but I'm from up here and I should have never run away when I killed my dad. At least not to another country. And I guess people like the Aztecas they belong in the states too they started in LS but I just don't want to set foot in that country again."

"The worst things in your life happened here..." Mai reasoned. "Your mother dying your girlfriend dying?"

"Yeah but at least one of the pieces of shit who did that is in this country. My problem is closer to home. Besides, what did the states get me? Shot? Imprisoned? Death row? They think I'm dead now and they're glad of it or at least they were until they realized I killed an inmate and skinned his face."

"What if they're not lying?" Task asked. "Just think about it do you really want nukes going off?"

"I don't trust them just because they say he said it. I'm the one that killed Miller. Now they suddenly say there are missiles. I say prove it."

"We can't..." Mai stated. "Even with his merry little band of accelerationists he isn't going to have any actionable intelligence on him here..."

Some of the real N.O.O.S.E agents came up. "Are you clear?!"

"All clear! We're securing the area...you still need to secure the eastern side of the perimeter. There should still be two of them left by my count!" She stated."

"Did you get a look at them?!" Asked the N.O.O.S.E agent an African American male in his mid thirties stated.

"Yeah...white male about five eight 155 lbs wearing a pair of brown shorts and a green jacket. Brown hair. Didn't see his eyes but he took a shot at us and retreated into the woods. The other one is six five blonde hair, wearing an Agnostic Front t shirt!"

They got to their vehicles and retreated but not before Mai co;llected all the phones of the men around Miller as well as Miller himself. She sighed, "i'm gonna have to see what I can get out of this try and decipher it as best as I can."

1 Day Later

He was on his way back to the Pierre Noire rez again to pick up Dawn. Even though he hadn't come back from that mission injured, he needed to get all the blood and muck off him. He was sure he had made an impression on the two new people he met and he wasn't sure what to gather from them. Ana was nothing different from what he expected. Task he was unsure of how to view him. He seemed lukewarm to him allegiance wise. Maybe the same could be said about him since he was workin with the IAA but he had an end game. From what he learned on the ride back about Task what little he had cared to ask, it seemed like he had no real end game.

He was just a gun dealer who had worked with Trevor Phillips and had connections possibly not just from San Andreas in more recent years but since Trevor had been on the run from a robbery in the early 2000's who really knew if Trevor had been back to the Yanktons or not? Still, it somehow made more sense than Task being out on the west coast. If he had worked with Trevor, especially any time in 2013 before he went to prison, they would have run into each other.

Paul pulled up and saw Dawn in a black leather miniskirt and a black sparkly midriff top. His eyes and eyebrows raised. He himself was dressed to the nines to he had a silver sports jacket on with a white dress shirt under it plus black slacks and some Suede Bucks. She was watching through the winndow as Little Joe and a couple of rez checks. Dawn was cracking up laughing. He saw what she was laughing at.

Little Joe was naked and he had a bottle of whiskey and he had a live snake that was biting onto his junk. The two women, who he was there to get with,were snorting coke and laughing. He also had a snake each hanging onto each nipple and he was playing a snake charmer flute. Chogan was looking at his brother like he was insane. "Come on, man! Aren't you gonna join in?!" Asked Joe.

"You know what, man? I might only have five inches but at least I'm not half a fag like you...you're lucky those snakes aren't poisonous you idiot."

"Fag?! Who said anything about that?! There's three girls here, man! Could be two for you one for me or one for you and two for me!"

Dawn was in tears with her laughter. "Yeah...I'm pretty sure that's not what a snake orgy is..." Paul stated.

"Yeah I know..." She said brushing her tears to look at him. She widened at the sight of him. "Wow...Paul...you clean up nice..."

"Thanks...you look good too...really good..."She held out her hand. "Where we going? Let's blow this popsicle stand"

He lead her to the silver and black Stallion. He now had a garage full of cars and had bought himself a house on the Pierre Noire got in and began to drive to Mount Royal.

"How've you been? I haven't seen enough of you these past few weeks. Feels like months..."

"I've been around. Nothing's changed. It just feels like the only time we go out is when it's time to do another major deal with the Jamaicans. Or the Triads."

"I know...we just don't do anything and I think we should have this time. Shep...he said we're done with the Jamaicans finally. The partnership, all of it."

"He's been saying that for a while and it has't come true. I know he doesn't like that Raymond and that other guy the Yardie...I don't see much point in all that either. Being a rapper? He's good and all and maybe it's true he needs a more mainstream audience but he isn't gona break mainstream through the Jamaican market. That wouldn't even work in America."

"Aren't you from Bohan? I'd heard Jamaicans and Puerto Ricans had a hand in forming Hip Hop too."

"Yeah but it more dance hall influence from them..."

"I don't know, 50 cent, Busta Rhymes they're all Jamaican."

"Yeah but they're born in the states. They probably would be seen as Sean Paul if they weren't. Anyway, I want the neechie to get his dues and all I just don't know how much the average mainstream consumer is gonna identify with what he's talking about...those cholos I rolled with in the San Andrean pen? That's a long time ago now but they listened to cholo rap and a lot of people said that can never be mainstream cause it's all about the streets but then what about mainstream rap? They do it too. It's just they'd rap about being Families or Ballas rather than Rifas or Aztecas."

"Yeah, they got Vinewood on their side with that. If you really think about it, K:or, Vinewood movies don't just take away from independent film makers in America. They're taking from Canadian film makers too. My point is if they take from those people but they make movies about the Ballas and Families like in Flags that makes it more mainstream."

"People seem to forget the Aztecas were the last gang standing in that movie though..." He stated. "They showed favoritism towards the Families killing the Ballas but unlike certain game companies that make games with them that didn't happen in the end. The Aztecas won that shootout."

"No they didn't..." Dawn said with a shake of her head. "The cops were the ones that really won that. The Aztecas dropped all the Families but then a couple of their homies got shot after taking a cop out. And the rest got arrested. Cops were the gang that won."

"Shit I guess you got me there..." He said with a smile. He then added, "Well what I was saying was then you have rappers like Ray from the rez. If they aint from this country they'll almost always be from Midwestern states that border Canada. And they'll rap about what they're doing to ythe Earth how bad the rez is, the water all that and nobody cares then either. But if Jay Z said it they would Then again maybe not. Maybe they'd just say he was full of shit since he's a rich celebrity too."

"I guess I dunno either way but Big Ray deserves a shot at his dreams. I like rock and rap and I've known people from the rez..." She was referring specifically to Pierre Noire. "Who started bands and got famous started touring around the country and got huge followings in South America and Europe even when they couldn't in the states. Some of them only are underground but still earn a decent living and got a cult following. But then Ray he could have changed what kinds of music he did I know he listens to everything but he's a purist, he always raps.

They stopped off at an Italian resteraunt since that was what Dawn wanted. He had not enjoyed any Italian food himself other than pizza and he had only ever had one spaghetti serving that had ever been good and it had actually been a Mexican lady in South Bohan who had made it. He did not like lasagna but she did and she ordered it with pork. He ordered spaghetti since it was worth a shot. He had suspicions that this particular restaurant, L'ULTIMA CENA was a mob front but he didn't mind they allowed somewhat casual yet upper scale clothing.

Dawn ordered a glass of red whine while Paul ordered Sprunk. "So how's that trial going with that friend of yours?" She asked.

"Gotta be more specific than that."

"Irish guy from Liberty City?"

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"Oh, Packie?" He shook his head. "Not good...you know they can always take off the death penalty but his attorney is going to trial and he doesn't want to plead guilty just for a life sentence."'

"Do you ever look at shit like that and think it's not worth it? This life I mean."

"I don't know...maybe a little but then what else is there? I'm young still but I'm too old to start over and go legit. What would I do?" He sighed. "With Packie that's even more true but his brother is pretty much doing all day in prison he's got another brother and a sister in the grave and the McReary Family is pretty much done for."

"That's kinda sad. They're like the Irish in the west end in Mount Royal in that way..."

"Not really those guys are way too close to the mobsters to be anything like a real McReary. They lost their influence and they worked with the Pegorinos when I was still a kid but they ended up losing to the mob. Even if the Peggorinos are gone, the Commission lives on. The thing they're saying he did was a last ditch effort to wipe the five families out either way but they're not gone they just got no people running the show. I don't know who though."

Their food came before long and they talked and ate. "Do you think we should still work with the Storm Posse, Paul?"

"No. Why?"

"Come on...you can';t agree with Shep all the way with this one?"

"I do. Why is that so hard to believe?" He asked as he twisted up the noodles.

"Look I know that African Americans gave you a hard time in Los Santos. But this is Canada. I hate to say it this way but black people are nicer here."

"This isn't about that. And besides the gangster ones aren't. I had my share of encounters with the Yardies in Liberty City. We just aren't really going anywhere with them. The Triads are the better horse to back."

"I just don't want us getting dragged into another pointless war with one side or the other and I don't see why Sun Kang and Ox can't sit down like adults and talk out their differences. There's room enough for all of us. The Haitians, the Angels the Irish and the Italians have their own coalition in Mount Royal and when you count in the Indian Clique that makes them even stronger."

"Yeah but the Storm Posse doesn't even have that many people in terms of numbers. They probably got thirty people at most. The Dead Beats may outnumber us in this country but we got more numbers than SP. Plus don't you remember? The Jamaicans also had a meeting with us and the Haitians. If the Haitians are trying to deal with us and the Jamaicans this only confuses the alliances and the enemies. Besides if the Triads and Jamaicans war with each other full on that would fuck it all up too..." He took a bite.

"I'm just saying especially if a war kicks off...I think it's smarter if we have an alliance. Working with Asian crews and a black gang makes it easier to fight the other coalition. Besides why does the Storm Posse's numbers matter? These mafia families have around that many people."

"Yeah but the Yardies wouldn't be that much use to us going into Lightning Bay and all the projects out there."

"All I'm saying is you know how in America they have that thing black and brown unity? We're brown too..."

"It's mostly a fantasy on our side and deception on theirs in America."

"I get that but just pretend it was possibl;e even with just the Carribbean ones why don't we ever try working together more? It's one thing if Indians have had babies with them before same with the white people but we don't ever start legit businesses. There was that thing with the hotel and those can be harder than casinos."

"Yeah.. I wondered that myself why we don't open more businesses I think I may have seen some places in LS that had soul food and burritos but I could be wrong that was long time ago now...it looks like the only time we ever really can work together is under the white man and when we're just corporate wage slaves. Or in gangs in the streets. You won't see a million dollar company. But that Hotel shit was a failed business."

"It wasn't all bad..." She said taking a sip of wine. "We still made some money off the hash. It just didn't last as long as it could have. An d besides if Hotels are that hard to have why not do a casino?"

"We have them. They're called tribal casinos."

"I know but like...white people got Venturas and we get the tribal casinos. Why couldn't we have a casino in the city? We could do it with them and with the Triads."

"Maybe but if they smelled corruption we'd all be headed to prison. Maybe I'll run it by Shep but he has felonies I don't know how he could have any kind of role in it..."

She then looked at him and said, "Anyway...fuck the shop talk...we should do this more often."

"I look good too...dressed to the nines."

She blushed. "You don't look so bad yourself..."

She then forked up a piece of lassagna. "Try this..."

"Come on you know I don't like lasagna."

"That is insane. You have to try this piece. It's soooooooooo good..."

He shook his head but she put it towards his face. "We're not going anywhere unless you try it..."

He rolled his eyes and tried it. "Yeah...it's all right..."

"Just all right? You're crazy."

She took a slow bite and made an orgasmic moan closing her eyes licking her lips. He stared at her lips. He then smiled and had an idea. "All right I indulged you now you gotta do that with me..." She looked down at the spaghetti. "You serious?"

"As a heart attack..." He grinned widely. They took the two ends of the connected noodle. They slurped it up until they kiss as the noodle brought them together. She laughed yelping a bit and the mostlyt white patrons looked at them but they ignored them. He took a swig of Sprunk after eating a piece of garlic bread.

Before long after they finished their meal they wanted to keep the night going so they were going to spend the night together. She rubbed his stomach as they walked into the street crossing to get to the car. "Can you sing it? You know you want to. Plus you're a baratone and you did set the mood."

"You insist?" He asked. She nodded. "Damhn, you are a Glory Hole fan.." He said.

She nodded. "Of course! I'll always be a fan of the classics. I'm a child at heart..."

He began to sing.

Oh, this is the night, it's a beautiful night
And we call it bella notte
Look at the skies, they have stars in their eyes
On this lovely bella note

Side by side with your loved one
You'll find enchantment here
The night will weave its magic spell
When the one you love is near

Oh, this is the night and the heavens are right
On this lovely bella notte

She held his hand as he sang, beaming all the way.

Teranto, Canada

Raymond and Sheldon were driving through East Teranto and they were listening to Bitches Aint Shit by Dr Dre. "Bitches aint shit but ho's and tricks lick on these nuts and suck the dick..."

"The suburbs version of this..." Chuckled Ray. ""Females aren't particularly noteworthy for possessing innate worth, on contrary, they are known for being promiscuous and manipulative Thus, soak these testicles in saliva and orally massage the penile shaft."

This made Sheldon burst out laughing so hard that he almost crashed the car. "Fool you crazy man. Don't be saying shit that funny while I'm driving, dude."

They stopped at a Jamaican restaurant called Mabel's. He had tried what Sheldon reccomended which was the Jerk Chicken and Pork. He had a Root Beer to go with it as he ate the bread with meat had been smoked by onions, scallions, thyme, black pepper, cinnamon and nutmeg. He was not as adventurous with the cultures food however, as Sheldon was as he was eating Curry Goat.

Sheldon had a question. "That song rez cop you did. They really that bad, man?"

"Yeah. In the states and on the rez's up here. They might not have been able to put us away on the same level as county, city police or feds like in my home city but they can still arrest you and they can still kill you."

"I hear that, homie. The pigs in this city are fucked up too. They sweat a lot of us and our hustle. And it aint just the Storm Posse either. They arrest anybody. This city I always looked at it like it had more potential and I love it but the cops are in our way. Them and the Triads."

"They'll arrest you or me for selling crack but they'll go and do it themselves. You hear that song of mine Evidence Locker yet?"

"Nah. The songs I heard so far was that one, Tangos, Rags To Riches And Stitches, Rez Hoochie, and Hop In My Ride."

"You gotta check that one out, dog. It's true life shit about pigs from the 90's till now in Mount Royal and this city slinging shit they got off the hustlers. They're the fuckin enemy. That's the thing bro. I don't care who bumps my music if they show me love they could be Cree, Jamaican, white or Chinese but if you're a pig or even related to a pig we got no love for em."

"Yeah what about those mafia bitches that think it's the 50's still? Or those Dead Beats?"

"They're the opposition I guess you could say or they're in my way but they aint the real enemy, homie..." Stated the oijibwa rapper as he took a bite and washed it down with soda. "The pigs the government they're the real enemy and right now I can't take em on with a gun but I can take em on with a mic. Maybe nobody wants to hear somebody like me rap but maybe I'll collaborate with some people that got a louder voice than me that could bringg some attention to the shit that goes on where I'm from."

"Yeah it aint gonna be easy for you and I know it probably wasn't anyway but you know what you should keep at it. Cause how you gonna set precedents if you don't set precedents?"

Just then, two Ballas walked in. They ordered their food. They didn't have colors but they were inked up. The first was a dark skinned Afro Canadian stanbding 5'11 wearing a white t shirt and baggy blue jean shorts and a silver stud earring in the left ear. He looked about twenty one and he had a tattoo on his right arm indicating he was from teh OP's. The other wore a gray sweater and was lighter skined with a buzz cut but he had a neck tattoo with a bulldog with a purple bandanna around its face.

They spotted Sheldon and Raymond. "The fuck you staring at nigga? This Project Originals baby!"

"You two aint in your own start all that drama in somebody else's hood? This aint your project."

"Motherfucka, fuck you, nigga..." Stated the first Baller. "You first generation bum ass nigga. Your parents fresh off the boat my peoples been in this city since before the civil war ended, mane! Came up north!"

"If you got a problem with Jamaicans why are you in a Jamaican resterajunt, man? Can you just get your food and let us eat in peace?"

"I know this wankster ass fool aint talking to me, son! Hold up aint you that rapper? Didn't you used to know Drake or some shit? Motherfucka put you on but you aint even do shit with it?! Aint nobody buying your albums."

Sheldon stood up as did Raymond. The two Ballas went in their waistbands. "This aint Los Santos. I'm sure I speak for people everywhere that aint there when I say we're tired of you LS dick riders trying to bang a hood you never seen."

"Nah homie fuck you..." Stated the second Baller cocking his gun before Sheldon or Raymond could get to each had a gun to their head. "Ballas is the motherfuckin company nigga. My hood is the motherfuckin store location. And we'll see if it's stuill your hood out here after we take a lil walk. See who got heart around here..."

As they walked outside two more pistols were cocked as a few Yardies had been loitering before and two guns were now at the heads of the Afro Canadian gangsters. "I got an idea on making these bitches get the message..."

He took their guns and forced them to strip. He then fired a few shots at their feet. Other Yardies participated and began throwing beer bottles and other objects they could find at the two naked men as they ran down the street as they were instructed to. "Bro this shit is fuckin crazy, man! I thought we were just gonna get something to eat I didn't think this shit would jump off."

"Any crazier than what you do with the Warriors?"

"I've been trying to go legit and I been staying outta trouble. They don't want me near the action..." In truth he had been laundering their dirty money with his music and his label. "But you and I were cool I just didn't think they;'d start drama here..."

"Yeah they'd normlly know this aint their hood and to not disrespect us by coming around here but they're on some other shit. Look I'll pay for the food it's on me and I'll get at ytou later. You got a ticket out of this life like your boys said. So just get back to the studio and start dropping fire, homie. Me, this is my legacy. You know how the big homie Vell is."

"I hear you man...": Raymond said slapping hands with the Jamaican Canadian. "But are you saying you aint ever down to kick it? I rap but I aint too big to chill with homies and fans."

"I didn't say we can't chill I'm down but uh next time..so that we don't run into any Ballas or you don't run into any IC's how about we only kick it on the white side of town?"

Raymond chuckled but nodded.

Meanwhile the legs of both Ballas bled as beer bottles shattered at their feet cutting up their ankles.

Ivan

The Iron Curtain Falls

He and Boris and Natasha were standing out front discussing things. As was Vasily. "If I may be honest I do not like the idea either. Nuking Americans?" Vasily was angry as was Ivan. "I won't do it!"

"It is a means to an end. The same will be done in Russia. This way we will have all the justification we need. Luckily for us our attacks will be happening this month. They will all do this all my sleepers on my act."

"Is there any way I can talk you out of this, Boris?" Ivan asked Markovich. "This is a lot of innocent lives. People who could otherwise be turned into comrades."

"That is the point. You are the Boogeyman. Do not suddenly grow a conscious. This is the plan. For Mother Russia! The United States nuked Japan twice. Have you ever watched Japanese movies and seen how many of them involve the destruction of their cities? It is their own unconscious way of processing the trauma they experienced. Soon the United States will also know that horror."

"We were at war with Japan in that war too. They surrendered because we were going to invade them and Hitler had wanted them to invade us. And we did fight them in Mongolia."

"Yes but that is conventional warfare. We did not nuke them."

"Can you honestly say that if the United States had not nuked them and it had been us invading the Japanese mainland that it would have been a peaceful occupation?"

"Ivan has a point..." Vasily remarked. "If what we did in East Germany is any indication I don't think the Japanese would have faired well either."

"I have a question..." Stated Ivan. "What about my daughter and Sugar? I do not know where she is. I need to find out where she is so that she isn't in the blast radius."

"We have bigger fish to fry than your daughter. You want the information on your father's location, yes? With a nuchlear crisis on its hands, this country will be far too involved in that to worry about an imprisoned KGB agent at a black site."

"It doesn't add up..." Natasha stated. "Why are we doing all of this just for the oil fields?"

"You wanted to join our organization, Natasha...and be a true patriot. This is what it takes. Sometimes the best way to be a patriot is to d things your commanding officers would never ask of us but all the same, need to be done."

"Natasha is right, Boris. Besides...if we only have crude nuchlear missiles going off in only those cities then what is the point of us having a sleeper in each state? What function do they serve?"

"All of these men will disguise themselves as Islamic extremists. They will all hae disguises and legitimate identifications. They will have Saudi Arabian identities. Some actie in the military but on leave. The US will blame Saudi Arabia and they will likely invade for oil. It will be disastrous for the US. Meanwhile we are friends with Iran and we will have access to Syria."

"This...this is insane!" Ivan stated as he noticed a car pulling up. Grizz, Kuma and Abe all got out. The three men approached. Kuma got Abe and Grizz to stand back. "Now is not a good time!" Ivan stated.

"Now is the perfect time, my boy...Ivan...you are like the son that I never had. A good son. Unlike my real son. And these men? They are necessary as well. Kuma has the information you need. But he will only give it to you once we carry out what we are doing."

"Yes...and there is also the matter of Grizz going free. He was promised."

"I see no reason to not let him go...I do not know where he plans on going but let us hope for his own sake it is not any of those doomed cities..." He then added, "Then again even if he were we would not be able to warn him of this."

"We should also keep this from the help..." Stated Markovich."

"They are the help to you because they are not Russian? Or because of what they are?" Demanded Ivan.

"The truth is..." Boris replied, "Everybody who has done jobs for us that is not us is the help. I would say the same thing about the Armenians. Useful but they are only the help. Is it any different from how the Ballas view you? Are you not just the help to them?"

Natasha nodded. "And even then with us that man is safer than with them..." She said looking in Grizz's direction. "He's going to need to get out of the city if you plan on getting him out of here. He knows too much about us. Even if father is willing to work with a rat, he can only be so useful. He needs to be dealt with."

"That's not nessecary. We will see to him dissapearing. Hge has a son and two children. They're adults but still with what is going on in this city with the gangs and knowing that an active Carson Avenue member has a snitch for a father it could puit his son at riusk. People have died for less. I am going to get them out of here. The Ballas or the Families might potentially target them. Me and Mark have a deal. he helped us so now he gets to leave."

"Well how do you propose we go about getting them to leave without suspecting anything? Kuma knows the truth..." Markovich stated. "He can be trusted. His son I know he has tried to recruit him to the cause and he has helped us but there is no assurances he will side with us. He doesn't know the plan and Kuma would not tell him. For appearances sake we may need to give the three of them some money to go away. Call it severance pay."

"You don't think they're going to ask questions?" Asked Vasily. "Why they are suddenly being let go?"

"They had to know this was temporary employment. I do not have anything else for with Grizz still around I would not very easily be able to continue business as usual with the Ballas. After all, we still have a few weeks until launch time. Now we just..."

Just then, they heard the screeching of a car. An orange Admiral crashed and all of the Russians, plus the three black men withdrew their Handguns. They saw blood on the windshields however and that was when they noticed it was Daniel. Israe, Mardak and Tavit emerged from the car. Daniel was bleeding from two rounds one through and through to the chest and one to his arm.

"What the fuck happened?!" Demanded Ivan.

"The Petrovic Family rolled through, man! Came through spraying, dog! They laid down three of our boys in East Vinewood!"

"Yes and they burned down one of our businesses in South Los Santos. They were very fast and very efficient. There was two men killed at the business as well. They made an attempt on Sacha Yeterian's life as well but he was protected. We only managed to catch one of their men..."

He opened the trunk and there was a bleeding Russian man with slick blonde hair at neck length with a patchy goatee and mustache wearing a black onyx jacket and a red floral shirt and black slacks that were stained with blood as Mardak had knee capped him. Tavit grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head against the top of the open trunk. "Tell Mr. Markovich what you told us...in exchange for stopping my son from killing you."

"Mr. Petrovic...he's come to finish all of you off! He wants to end this!"

A round struck one of Markovich's bodyguards, a middle aged p;ortly man with a shaved head in an all black suit. He fell over with a round in the right temple. They all retreated to behind the cars and those who were in the house took cover in the house. A round struck Markovich in the right arm. "Ivan! Get the fuck to the roof and get us some cover!" Growled Markovich.

He was tossed an AK from the window and he returned fire and his men also tossed him some magazines. Natasha got to her G36 and returned fire at the Petrovic Family goons. She managed two of them.

Kuma retrieved an MP5 from the trunk and gave one to Grizz and to Abe. The three blacks returned fire. They managed to pick off four Petrovic goons at the gate with Mark hitting one in the right temple blowing the man's brains out as the exit round exited his eyebrow and Kuma dropped two with bodyshots. Abe managed to hit the fourth with five rounds in the left leg and a sixth struck the Russian thug in the thigh and the wounded man fell into cover behind the white Oracle.

"We got any body armor in the car, pop?!" Screamed Abe over the sound of the fire. "Yes!" The East African shouted. "Me and Mark will cover you!" Grizz had a vest on as did Kuma. As Grizz laid cover down, he yelled, "Hurry up!" To Abe.

Meanwhile, Ivan got to the roof climbing the rafters with a PSG1. There was a wounded Bravta member who had fired all of two shots in defense before he was hit by sniper fire.

Anatoly was firing from inside the house and he was letting loose with 7.62 rounds from an AK-74. He managed to hit a Petrovic goon with a lucky burst of rounds hitting a man in the left eye. Ivan stayed low as he saw the Russian rivals firing Sniper Rifles from the ground level. Three Markovich guards fell. Several more cars came and Markovich soldiers emerged carrying Assaut Rifles, shotguns and SMG's. They flanked the Petrovic soldiers but the Petrovic soldiers kept laying down heavy fire and merely divided their fire half of it towards the Markovich Family in the house and half towards the Markovich backup.

Ivan fired striking a Petrovic thug in the top corner of the back of the head taking a chunk of the corner of the scalp off with a shot. He fired striking another in the chest. Markovicj was screaming with rage as he fired his Kalashnikov and he struck down four Petrovic soldiers. His rounds cut through their knees and thighs as well as their armor.

Kenneth Petrovic emerged firing an AA-12 and he struck a Markovich soldier in the left elbow breaking the arm apart at that point with a sickening splat of bone and meat. The next man was hit with a blast to the face and parts of his face including pieces of lips and nose decorated the window of the red Willard. He chopped through the next two with ease and he and his three men at his side made easy work of what remained of the Markovich backup.

Vasily managed to take out one of the bodyguards with a shot to the neck forcing the others including Kenny to cover.

Another car sped up and pulled to a stop as 7.62 rounds ripped out of the front passenger window and another Petrovic goon fell. Grisha emerged from the vehicle and Petroic' shotgun was hit a few stray rounds and he even got a round in the right elbow. He and several of his men including Evgeny were firing to keep the Petrovic goons back.

Even as this went on, two cars, one a Doninator, black with a white stripe and another a bluue Phoenix pulled up and four more Petrovic goons emerged and two fired grenade launchers at the house. The explosions managed to kill six Markovich bodyguards and Ivan fell off the roof and he barely caught onto the balcony below but he scraped his knee.

Grizz fired striking down one of the men who had fired this and struck the man in the back and the left side. Three Baller SUV's pulled in front of the house and this meant twelve more Petrovc Famly gangsters.

Grisha got to his father's sde. "This has gone on long enough!"

"You! I will deal with you later!" Growled Markovch but several rounds hit him in the back and he fell. The rounds did not go through but it winded the older man. Petrovic took a dropped M4 carbine and was bmbarding the Markovich Family with rounds. He managed to wound Israel as well with a round to the left ankle. "THIS IS FOR MY DAUGTER!" He roared.

Natasha fired her weapon knocking the rifle from Kennny's hand but Kenny ducked to cover behind an SUV retriecving his Glock 18.

Kuma and Abe meanwhile, managed to pick off four of the new arrivals with Kuma hitting the first, a Russian with a agraying beard in his late forties in the jaw and he knocked out several teeth, a few of which fell in pieces through the gastly exit wounds. The second was hit in the left shoulder blade trailing all the way up to the back of the neck/. Abe on the other hand hit a Petrovic goon in the left leg from the knee to the shin and had him bleeding out writing in agony on the grass of the lawn. The other he hit with a round piercing the last goon's ;left cornea.

Grizz was pinned down now and Abe went to help him. He tookfour rounds in the back from an M4 and one round did pierce the vest. He fell to his knees crying out and he tried to get to cover behind the gates. Kenny Petrovic sprayed at them and a few sweeping rounds did manage to hit Kuma in the left leg.

Markovich saw him and began firing the last of his automatic at Petrovic. Petrovic managed to strike Markovich with five rounds in the stomach of which two rounds went through the armor. The older Russian fe;ll over but a few of his rounds kicked up into Kenny Petrovic's right thigh and as the crime boss fell over, his empty Glock hit the ground.

The remaining goons were still in the fight however and they were firing at everybody. Ivan got to Kuma's side and tried to help him walk. "Take me to my son..." Groaned the Ethiopian. A round struck him in the right ribcage as an enemy combatant fired an AK-74 at his side. Ivan fired taking the man down. He got Kuma to cover. "My brother in arms I am not going to let them take you today!"

Kuma told him, "Shut up..." he coughed blood as the round had broken hhis rib. "I've got some coordinates to tell you..." He whispered coughing blood but he whispered into Ivan's right ear. Ivan's eyes widened. "That's where he's been the whole time?!"

"Yes..." Kuma said. "I just found out..."

Most of the Petrovic goons were dead but a few were wounded and trying to escape while only a couple were still staying to fight. Grizz and Anatoly had taken out the others with the grenade launchers. Vasily had retrieved the wounded Petrovic from across the battle site and had dragged him to where the Markovich Family was. "There's still a few of these motherfuckers left! We'll take care of em!" Grizz called to Ivan as he fired at the three remaning Petrovic goons firing from behind the SUV's.

Abe spotted his father wounded in cover and saw he could not fight much more. Kuma told him, "Go to them...they're looking at you...that's your other family...besides your father..."

Ivan was reluctant but he said, "Stay put my old friend. I will be back for you..."

Abe stood up to shoot again but he caught a round in the left side of the waist. He fell back down. Abe saw this and screamed, "POPS!" He fired his magazine his last one and he let off twenty rounds striking the man who had shot his father. He wounded the man with ten rounds mostly hitting each leg but also a few hit his bladder area. He ran to his father and he got to him all the while keeping his weapon trained in the direction of the man he had shot.

"Abraham...you're hit..." Stated Kuma in a sorrowful tone. "I should not have...brought you with me..."

"I aint leaving you out here like this, pop! Maybe...maybe after this we should go to Ethiopia...I aint trying to get arrested over this shit. I'll explain it to my girl...we got enough money to live comfortably...we can...FUCK...!" He coughed the last word out with blood as a barrage of rounds hit him in the to be exact and the rest chopped at the back of his legs. He fell over on top of his father. "ABE!" Cried Kuma and he withdrew his sidarm a standard 9mm and began firing at the goon who had justshot him. He hit the man in the left thigh and chest but the body armor protected the torso. The man who had been wounded by Abe had come out from cover and sprayed his AK's last remaining rounds, another fifteen all of which hit Kuma in the upper and lower back. The third gunman also hit the two men with some rounds by firing over the roof of the SUV.

Kuma's mouth sprayed with blood as did Abe's as he was hit by another five in the side as the man Kuma shot fell but emptied his own rounds into him. Grizz was in the middle of reloading and he fired a burst of four rounds picking off the man that shot Kuma hitting his temple on the left side. he then strafed and hit the man who had shot Abe in the back in the face blowing out his left cheek and the man fell smacking his head on the exaust pipe which took a piece of meat with it dragging it from the flesh of his open cheek.

Abe lay in Kuma's arms bleeding out and shaking as he coughed blood and went into shock. Kuma was in the same shape and he could see his son had fear and regret in his eyes. Abe tried to talk, "A...a...ah,..." He could not, however. His skin grew pale as he twitched and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Kuma';s face was wet with tears as well as blood as he still held onto his son in his last moments. He leaned over him as if to kiss his forehead but instead, he justslumped over him.

Grizz fired into the back of the last goon and he forced the man's mouth against the tailpipe. "That was a father and a son, motherfucker! He was almost out! Ya'll fuckin killed him!" He then kicked the back of his head breaking his teeth and jaw against the exaust pipe and the sound it made as he did was one he knew he'd never forget.

Ivan stood with Markovich who lay bleeding on his lawn as his house burned while Kenny Petrovic lay wounded as well. Natasha and Grisha had their Handguns on him. Grisha was aiming a .44 Desert Eagle at the wounded mob boss. Natasha had a Browning HP trained on him. "You may as well...take part in this...you're family too..." Markovich stated. He then added, "I'm afraid...i can't hold a weapon anymore..."

Ivan looked and saw that in addition to the gut wound he'd somehow had all but his tumb shot off his left hand and his right hand was blown in half. Ivan withdrew his Makarov. "It looks like our time is at an end...old friend...your whole family is gone...and you wasted your army just to come after me...and now the Petrovic legacy will be gone forever..."

"It was already gone when you had my daughter killed..."

"I had nothing to do with that. The man who did that...they found his body in Europe and by the amount of time he was dead for he could not have done it. Somebody has set me up and they have used me...and used you..."

"It doeds not matter..the fact is I have wanted you dead a long time..." The bearded Hove Beach mob patriarch sneered as he looked at Markovich. "And now...I finally have..."

"Enough talk!" Grisha growled. "Let's finish him!" Ivan, Natasha and Grisha all trained their weapons and began to fire. Ivan struck Petrovic in the groin and he heard the high pitched cry from the old man as he did. Natasha fired two rounds into his abdomen getting through his vest. Grisha knee capped him earning the loudest scream. Ivan fired off five more rounds striking the mob goon in the same area as Natasha had. Her next round took off Petrovic's left ear. After that, she fired at his groin but instead of hitting his testicles as Ivan had, she hit a few inches higher. His mouth only froze open as the rounds riddled him. She fired shot after shot into hios legs.

When it was all said, they had fired a total of seventeen shos into the dying man and Grisha saw he was still alive and merely trained his Desert Eagle at the man's forehead and fired the final shot splitting his skull in two with a hole the size of a small kitten and his pineal gland was exposed to the elements. Grisha put the Desert Eagle into his open wound and fired the rest of the magazine until he could see through the back of his head and before long his skull and face was pulp. Completely unrecognizable.

Grisha in a shaky voice turned to Markovich. "Father do you forgive me now?!" He panted with a bit of a grin.

Markovich laughed. "Yes...yes little fool" He said. His eyes suddenly dimmed out. He was gone. Ivan's heart pounded. In a way he was sad but also relieved. He didn't wan anything to do with that plan. Grisha it seemed took it harder as his brown eyes went wide in horror.

After all the time he had wanted to kill his father, now that he was gone it hit him in disbelief. He blinked back tears as he staggered like a wounded animal. He had smiled m,oments ago because he believed his father would survive as he had so many times before.

Natasha was in tears now too her cold Russian stoicism vanished and she was weeping like an American girl. Ivan hugged her holding her but she pushed him off wanting to hold her father. Grisha still stood there unsure what to do. He cried silently but the tears were there.

Ivan got to where Kuma and Abe lay and where Grizz stood looking at the two motionless men in despair. Abe's phone rang as he and his father finally stopped twitching. It had clattered on the ground and had a crack on the screen but Grizz saw the caller ID. It was Abe's girlfriend from college. Grizz took the phone as it went to voicemail. He blinked back tears too at the two men he had been sharing a meal with earlier as he had interesting discussions. He barely knew these men but theree was something about the way they had dioed that broke him.

Ivan was in disbelief as well especially at Kuma. He took the phone and saw a text pop up on the screen. It was Abe's girlfriend again asking if they were still on for dinner because she was helping get things prepared and dinner would be in a half hour. Ivan did not break down as the others had but he screamed in a rage and hurled the phone inside the burning Markovich estate. He hadn't bonded with Abe the way Grizz had and he had known Kuma better but it was not fair how things had transpired.

Anatoly called out, "We have to get the fuck out of here! The police will be coming! They can't arrest us all! I don't know where you are going but I'm headed for Sandy Shores!"

Mardak was walking among the bodies of the Petrovic thugs. They each put a round into them to make sure they were dead. One was crawling on his back and Mardak put a bullet into the back of his head. Tavit did the same to another. A third was pretending to be dead as they fired into more dead bodies. He saw a dropped .45 that one of the Armenian Pride members who had died had used. He had no way of knowing there was 5 rounds left.

He was going to use it and he could see the magazine had not shown it was empty. In pain, the wounded thug rolled onto his back to aim and fire at Mardak but Tavit stepped on his foot and pinned his hand crushing it. "ARGHH!" Mardak wasted no time. He took the .45 from him and as he writhed in pain rolling on his left side crying out, Mardak held a finger up saying, "Shhhh...it's all right..." Before pressing the barrel against his back and firing a slug through his spine.

Ivan turned to Grisha. "You have to get out of this city...or what happened to those two could happen to you...I don't care if it's Covenant Avenue or Carson Avenue...you're done here..."

"You just tell me where I'm going, Ivan...and we're gone..." Grizz said.

It occured to Ivan that while he now had the location of the black site his father was being held at, he couldn't very well send Grizz's family off with him to some unknown city. It was true Ivan now knew the location of what cities these nukes would be in but still, he knew a nuke could still kick off radioactive ash and kill outside its blast zone. And with him not knowing where Sugar was, he knew he needed to find out who Markovish's sleepers in those cities were.

He also had to consider the posdsibility that Grizz did know where Sugar wasand could perhaps lead him to her but that was a long shot. Unbeknowst to Ivan, Grizz had been told where heand his family should go by Kuma moments befoe they pulled up. He didn't know what Ivan was up to and what the Russians had been talking about oyt off ear shot that had them looking so perplexed that he Kuma and Abe didn't hear but he wanted to part of it.

He was going to get his family out of Los Santos tonight. Asking Ivan where they would be sent was really just patronizing him.

Ivan on the other hand did not know about this he figured he was going to have Grizz wait somewhere safe like where he had been before he told him anything by phone or otherwise until he located Sugar and also dealt with the nuke threat. He knew that the only way he could possibly stop this was to give the enemy a win. He would have to drop a dime on the sleepers with the nukes. FIB, IAA, he didn't care which. That bust would be the window he needed anyway for when he went to go get his father out. He would try and find a way to get word to Mai perhaps or even Karen Daniels even though he knew that really the jurisdiction would be that of the FIB.

The only real cover that he had was that a lot of these sleepers were from Soviet Republic territories that were now their own countries and they had their own territories and they were posing as religious extremists from those countries but who were loyal to Anubis a Syrian group to draw any attention away from it being Russia's doing.

Grizz, however, had no idea that the city that he was going to was a city that happened to have a nuke strike that was going to happen in it. The truth was, Kuma was aware of a few of the locations but not all of them and this particular city that he had arranged for Grizz and his family to escape to was one with a port that would be in the blast radius. The same was true for Sugar.

1 Week Later

Ivan recalled the last conversation he had with Kuma and Abe prior to today.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Ivan. It is one thing that Boris has brought Natasha in but I do not trust her. Grisha either but at least he has the decency to not care about the cause and just be another run of the mill gangster. If you ask me...you betrayed a good woman in Imani. For a whore like Natasha. She might be a good FSB agent she is certainly cold enough for it. But do you really think you need somebody like her?"

"Nice women like Sugar do not do so well with men like Ivan..." Explained Vasily.

"That's bullshit, man. Opposites attract and you dogged her...If i was younger I'd have never played a woman like that..."

"You had a woman your age and you still got sent to prison. You didn't have to play her. You played yourself..." Ivan stated.

"Yeah I'm saying a girl like that's young enough to be my daughter but I would have never done her dirty like you. For some daughter of a mob boss? Imani isn't perfect but she looked past you being old as shit and an outsider in Davis. I mean you were there for her when Leela died that';s what's crazy how long you been around us. It feels like a short time but also forever and now it's all almost over with us in this city and with you and her? You blew it."

Ivan explained, "She treats men like she is a whore. I am a KGB agent turned FS agent so it is not so different for me. Somebody like Sugar...I care for her but she falls in love easily. Perhaps not as easy as many since she has been hurt but all she wants is a man to treat her right when others have not. She is perhaps a hood rat in the past but she is no true whore."

"What about Natasha? Is she one?" Asked Abe.

"In America a whore is just a hooker. It's not the same. In Russia, whores are at the top of the social scene and everyone respects them but they rarely fall in love. When they do, you'd want to be there. I've been in America a long time..."

"Not as long as me..." Grizz was quick to say.

Ivan continued what he was talking about, "And women in America fall in love so easily..."

Ivan thought about Kuma and the senseless loss of him and his son. He had six shots of Jerkov so far and he sat angry in the hotel that he was in with Natasha who had also been drowning her own sorrow since her father's death. His involeent in KGB had been kept from the public at large but it seemed that now with his death suddenly things were declassified possibly by some anonymous people online, hackers and people in South Africa were mourning him because of his role in the anti apartheid action. He had killed at least 12 members of the South African police with friends he'd made in the uMkhonto we Sizwe.

Many of them were now current members of the South African Police Force themselves but they were mourning him least those members were. The Afrikaaner population considered him a terrorist. It had turned out that Kuma had also donated to a few African American charities as well as that of ones in his home continent and a few in the Caribbean.

A news story had also come out that he was suspected of killing two former SS members in Argentina and one in Brazil in the company of Vasily. The imternet was blowing up on whether or not Kuma had been a good for nothing communist spy, a terrorist, a war criminal from the Ethiopian Civil war or if he was a herop who had helped black nationalist and other nationalist movements and who had gotten revenge on Nazis.

His wife and daughter had to leave the city, Ivan wasn't sure where but he knew they hardly had time to grieve before they had to be on the run. Ivan hadn't checked in on Abe's girlfriend and how she was coping. He hadn't been able to attend the funeral but according to Vasily, Abe's mother and sister got to meet Sakura''s parents.

Ivan had a shrine on the table of the hotel room. There was a picture of himself and the aged African man with Vasily back in 1990 when they had first met. As well as pictures of Kuma with his father in the early 80's. This was as close of a farewell as he would get.

Natasha returned from the shower but the smell of the Vodka still came from her skin. She had wept silently over her father for a few days but had then been silent for days after that. Not talking, barely eating. Now she was in his face and she dropped the towel. She knocked over the pictures. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He demanded. "You had a shrine of your father and I didn't do shit to it!"

She growled, "I knock over pictures from that too..." She pushed him against the wall He grabbed her wrists and angrily through her to the ground. She only smiled. She got up and slapped him as hard as she could. His ear rang. He slapped her back drawing blood on her bottom lip. She grabbed him pulling him in close and forcefully kissed him. She began to unbuckle his belt. "You fucking bitch..." He growled in anger.

She grabbed him with her legs and pulled him to her. "They are dead...we are alive..." She insisted.

He grudgingly kissed her. The two rolled for domination on the bed. He thought to himself how Sugar would have never disrespected the pictures like that. But then he also knew Sugar would try and get him to feel his feelings. He did not want to feel. Today, he wanted to simply remember his training and cope with the grief the way he had many years prior.

Paleto Forrest

Neto got out of the tahoma. They walked near the waterfall and Joaquin left his cell phone in the car with the sim card out and Neto did the same. "Even if there was a truce these out of state levas ain't real farmeros. They got that fool Falcon but he's going down too. That fool should have been slammed down in Eagle Bay for the rest of his life."

"The Rifas in Sunbelt have a chance at being real, bro..." Joaquin insisted. "They got a legitimate NS vato on their side now I don't know how quick he'd be able to get gente inside the New Austin pintas to represent them but with that fool Marcus Roman on their side, they got an advantage. You and me are the best bet Ernesto's side has."

He then added, "They got them in the state pens out there anyway but they just don't have that much power. If the homies in New Austin had

Neto nodded. "We gotta drop that fucker, Lee, man. He's gotta die for what he did to my eye..."

"You don't want to just let me handle disrupting their operations?"

"Disrupting their cash flow is one thing and that's more for Mark. But touching him now complicates shit. Él tiene su mano en el coño de la Agencia. Luego está Merryweather. Nos pueden traer muchos problemas. Estoy hablando de matar a Lee."

(He's got his hand in the Agency's pussy. Then there's Merryweather. They can bring us a lot of trouble. I'm talking about killing Lee. )

"Podemos manejar Merryweather. Serví con esos chavalas. Los he visto en acción. No tienen nada sobre los sellos."

(We can handle Merryweather. I served with those chavalas. I've seen them in action. They got nothing on the Seals.)

"He owns a share in Merryweather. You know what that makes him to me? A Criollo Devan Weston. Whoever would end up getting his shares if he died might not have the same fear of instigating anything with us. But they've made a lot of enemies. Lee todavía puede morir y no dejar que sea mi culpa. Incluso si un Vago de Rancho matara a Lee u otra capucha, no sería mi culpa ni mi opinión. Estos idiotas no entienden que no controlo cada campana. Mi palabra es ley con cualquier camarilla a la que le pida ayuda, pero los vatos de Jamestown no me pagan impuestos. Sería un problema de otra persona e incluso si le devuelven el golpe están encerrados en el corral que no pueden alcanzar."

Lee can still die and not have it be my fault. Even if a Vago from Rancho killed Lee or another hood it wouldn't be my fault or my say. These dumb ass swamp hicks don't get that I don't control every single hood. My word is law with any clique I ask for help from but the vatos from Jamestown don't pay taxes to me. It would be somebody else's problem and even if they strike back at him they're locked up in the pen they can't get to them.)

"Entonces, ¿por qué no podemos sacar a ese hijo de puta y echarle la culpa a una serie de pandillas con las que tienen problemas?"

(So why can't we take that motherfucker out and have it be blamed on any number of the gangs they have problems with?)

"You're not hearing me, Culebra. In some ways, Mark is a convenient enemiga. He's still a buffer between our territory in San Andreas and the Zeros. We'll make our move on Lee soon enough. If he's dead the Zero's get already are in but the largest battle field is south of the border and anything north of the border is extra territory for the taking. Sinaloa has the most clout but Ceros want to take more territory. If you think about it this shit isn't any different from the problems with teh Colombianos in the 80's between Medellin and Cali having certain cities."

"So what keeps him from figuring out it was us as opposed to somebody else who kills Lee? Especially with the timing?"

"Timing or not they're closer to Blackwater and all those other places. They killed more Sicarios from Juarez than any compas from out here. And they gotta know that even with a bad eye I'm over here laughing at his dead bitch. The other people they killed have just had failures and no real successes gained. Think about it though if we killed Lee? They'd be going after their drug labs by the dozens just to scorch the Earth. They don't know the most important targets in the Zeros territory. They don't know it as well as I do. They don't know Mexico intimately. Not even with Felix. Especially not Felix. He's Mexicano by Sangre but he's still an Americano by birth and he's never been down there as far as I know. The way those BSU conchas think Miguel is soft we see Felix that way. He might be useful but what else could he ever be to us besides a crash dummy?"

"That doesn't make us look good but yopu're right. It makes it look like we see certain Raza as expandable but what else could he be? The compas de Nuevo Austin may see him as a full on Azteca but think about how that looks to us. You don't join a fuckin gang on the streets in your 20's. That's only okay in prison. At best he's a crash dummy at worst he's a double agent that we use every now and then. The San Andrean homies got no use for him. Cause I've had surveillance on that motherfucker too and he has been seen working with the BSU again. Same with Ernesto and them...same with you and them...I know what you did for them..."

Netol grabbed him by the collar. "I did that for the fuckin comaradas and to get my son back!"

"Mirate, homes...I'm only a comarada and you're a carnal and you're an older homie. You also brought me into the Zapatistas but man to man? Get your fuckin hands off me..."

Neto glared at him but did. "I'm just saying that the less we work with the Romans and all those people in any capacity, the better. If you want to waste that fool Lee that's fine. I want to do the same to Cherry Head. And they might think shit was suspicious if they both bite it in close times to each other but there's ways we can make it look like the Zero's did it."

Neto nodded with a grim expression on his face. "Oil drums. That's about the only way...I was lucky at least they never did that to my parents."

Joaquin sighed and added, "I got one more concern, fool. I bought some Merryweather gear. Not with my own feria. So it might be going into their pockets but it aint from us. I saw some drones around different hoods in LS. We took one out and figured out where it was coming from. I got contacts from the Navy that know how to figure shit like that out.I bought some drones and we took them out. We don't want cameras in the varrio like that."

"

New Arcadia

2 Days Later

Mark entered Gwen's place. He suspected something was off and went for his M1911. He knew she wasn't here and he was just dropping off groceries and was going to surprise her and cook dinner when she got home but he saw the silhouette sitting in the chair. The lamp clicked on and he saw Culebra with a Glock 18 trained at him.

"Mine's more powerful..." Mark stated slowly.

"Mine's more accurate."

"A Glock 18? You sure about that? Maybe in the right hands but you only got one hand on it. Just like me. You could maybe kill me with one of them but I would definitly kill you with one of these."

"I got armor on..." Culebra replied.

"So do I...which means your Glock really wouldn't kill me."

"I got mine set to automatic. I don't want to fire it especially in such a lovely home. But when I'm aiming at Cesar I'm told it helps to fire a few extra shots. And no vest is invincible."

"So spray and pray huh? And I thought you said yours was more accurate."

"In the right hands..." Culebra said with a sneer.

"What's this about? You come to harass my sister? Kill her? Big mistake. You should have just come straight at me. It'd be less painful that way."

"Then let's get to it..."

"First I'm gonna find out why you're here. I'd rather you volunteer that information yourself but I'm pretty sure Neto sent you. One eyed willie can't come and see me himself?"

"No he's too busy pissing on Luna';s grave. You know cause dicks are made for going too not just coming."

"Yeah..that was pretty foul of ya'll I gotta admit. She didn't deserve that shit."

"Renata didn't deserve to die either or the kid your punk with sorry trigger discipline...oh excuse me I meant aim. You can tell yourselves it was an accident you can tell yourselves that it comes with collateral damage and that's all she was. It's your own way of rationalizing a war crime. A war crime even I never committed in the sand box. Or on the rationalizing? It isn't just the lies you tell yourselves, Pistolero. They're your way of justifying it. And if you're going to do that, why even act like it was a tragedy at all? You may as well take pride in it. Don't be ashamed of it."

"Why would I take pride in killing a kid? I'm not a Vago."

"I'd have to ask that same question to the BGA honcho I'm talking to right now."

"Put down the fuckin gun..." Lee demanded coming through the door with his own iron drawn. "You're lucky Jimmy aint here he'd love another round."

"This isn't about that punk."

"Then what is this about?" Lee demanded. "He send you after me cause of his eye? I wish it had been both eyes. I thought killing him would be the thing I wanted but really turning him handicapped and making him a shadow of what he was sounds better."

"This is about you idiots having spy drones in my neighborhood and other neighborhoods. We thought they were drones from the cops. At least the homies on the streets did. You know the LSPD is militarized like you wouldn't believe. Maybe New Arcadia does have crooked cops and maybe you do have a higher homicide rate but we also have better cops and when I say better I mean smarter. Better at taking down gangs. So really...the FIB was either stupid to send your girlfriend down there knowing that it's really only her and one fed can't make a difference. Or they were smart since she did take down so many people. And she is green lit in LS."

"Neto knew we had surveillance. And you taking out a few drones aint gonna set us back."

"No but we know how much you try to watch the city. And you aren't the only one that knows how to handle gear like that. If I really wanted to end this I could just go put a bullet in your computer guy's computer and be done with it. I know where he sleeps I know what he looks like. He probably thinks that I didn't personally know about him. I've never spoken about him where it could be heard or even where it couldn't. But I do know."

Lee moved to the curtains keeping his weapon on Joaquin. "Oh you were wondering what happened to those two from the 3rd ward you got parked in a Sabre watching this house? They're dead. One shot in the hearts each of them. I'm surprised you didn't notice."

"You killed two of my men?" Mark demanded. He blinked.

"That's the funniest part. I wanted to. But they were dead when I got there. I was going up to kill them. But somebody beat me to the punch."

"That's a lie..." Lee stated. "Why would anybody be trying to kill just them two? When they're here watching Mark's sister?"

"Just because whoever may not know where your sister is or who she is doesn't mean they didn't probably make them from the projects or anywhere else they go. If they knew them from the projects, they probably came from the projects or another one. If they didn't, you got bigger problems but that looked way too neat to be a ghetto boy. You piss off any Sicarios lately? Cause they should know who you all are. You're high value targets. But they shouldn't know who your street level goons are. Then again it may not even be them."

"If that's true then street level project boys are a dime a dozen. They can be replaced."

"Maybe they can but maybe they do know who your sister is after all. Maybe they're playing the long game."

"Or maybe you're the motherfucker that killed them and you just want us to think you didn't."

"How does that make any sense? I got away from that car as soon as I saw they were dead but I wasn't gonna try and move them. I didn't know if the cops would get here either but if I saw cars or heard sirens I was gonna get lost. Believe it or not...I was here for you two."

"How'd you know we'd be here?" Mark asked.

He held up a phone. "Watching your every move. You're not the only one that can spy on people..." Mark sighed. "Guess that phone's going in the swamp..."

"You know what? Don't even bother..." Joaquin said taking the phone he had and crushing it under his boot. "That's just somebody else's phone and I don't even need it. You got here. You two drove down Brandy Street and stopped at a grocery store. Then you took a left on Lemoyne and came back Lee? Would you mind fucking off for a second? I need to have a word with Mark alone."

"Fuck that. I'm not leaving him..."

Joaquin chuckled. "Then we can have a threeway shootout. I guess I'm the meat between two buns since there's only one of me. Or you can indulge me and I'll be out of your hair. I don't care about your sister one way or the other. You could have stopped at a brothel and I'd already be there waiting for you."

"Lee...give us a minute..go check out that car. See if he's telling the truth. See if you can find anything that can tell you anything at first glance. If this motherfucker aint outta here by the time you get back we both kill him."

"Sounds good..." Culebra stated.

"All right..." Lee said but as Lee was getting ready to go out, a question caught him off guard.

Joaquin asked the youngest Roman, "Do you know what brumation is?"

"No, what is that?"

"It's when you rest during the winter months. In a hole."

"Don't you mean hybernation?" Asked the Creole.

"No, that's warm blooded animals. Cold blooded animals...like myself it's brumation. The only difference is the snake doesn't sleep. He stays asleep all winter. Just waiting for the right moment to strike. And that moment is now."

He turned to Lee. "My clock doesn't start ticking until you walk outside."

Lee left.

"You aint striking on me and mine. I'll set a motherfucker straight right now. I know you know Merryweather. I got them on speed dial."

"Speed dial? What is this the early 2000's?" Culebra snorted.

"You know what I mean. You think you're hard? You might be but they got tools enough to wreck your hood. And from what I hear your hood aint much of nothing no more anyway. I heard the Ballas have been serving that ass. Between the Ese's your hood beefs with out in Blaine county plus two Baller hoods that can't stand ya'll? You don't want none of me."

"You think I've never killed anybody from Merryweather? They got the fancy gear. They got the funding and they don't get to be prosecuted. But they're still bitches. If you're a force that the US military forces use and the first real war you fight is against a bunch of unorganized desert people then you're a fuckin joke."

"You fought those same people..."

"Yeah but the Seals go back to the 60's. First test of true combat in a foreign war was Vietnam..."

"Which America lost. Besides which aint you Mojave or Chumash or some shit? Why are you proud to be serving the military? You're so proud to be what you are and all..."

"The Navy didn't kill Mojaves or Kumayaay. That was gavachos on land. And it was more about learning how to fight better. Besides, you've done more work for the IAA and they put guns and crack in hoods in LS. That spread here. Even if chiva is your drug of choice here...there are still crack heads. It's simple math there's crackheads everywhere."

"But see that's the difference. I love this country. I couldn't have anywhere near the success I got here anywhere else. Hell...if I was one of the brothers in Europe we might have a better job in some of those places over there but it'd be some boring high paying job I got no passion for. Out here? I can make a lot of money so yeah I didn't fight in any uniform but I got no problem killing a terrorist here and there."

"But if that's how you see it then you shouldn't use it against me in an argument. You're trying to say I'm a sellout according to my code. But my code is the streets. Los Vagos is my true army. Anything else is bullshit. You can't condemn me one one hand and say I'm a sellout when I already said the Navy didn't touch my gente but still say you love this country. Does a true patriot ever sell drugs to his own countrymen?"

"You tell me you slinged a lot of shit in your hood."

"I'm not a patriot..." Joaquin said. "Just an opportunist."

"You're still a hypocrite..." Mark stated. "Because even if I love this country and I know not everybody in this country's government is evil I know a lot of them are. And the Navy Seals? Ya'll are the real crack troops more than the Marines."

"Am I, Marcus?" Snickered Culebra "Mr. I'm-a-New-Arcadian-bred-gangster-keeping-out-San-Andrean-organizations? Where was all that bullshit when you were running with the BGA?"

"I never did that in my own city. My code is solid and unbroken can you say the same thing?"

"So it's all right for New Arcadia's hoods to have their own thing and only be organized by local kingpins and keep all others out but you didn't give any thoughts to that in Dockington did you? Their city's free real estate for west coast gangs, right? It's all right to take over and organize the West Side out there under the BGA but not New Arcadia. Even now. You have problems with the BGA but you haven't taken your men back there to liberate that city from its control. Why not have the BSU take them over? You never cared about that city. You just saw it as a playground for your gunplay. Just like that's what New Austin is to us but at least we've given them more help to try and do shit for themselves than you have Dockington. How the fuck the BSU got chapters in so many states is beyond me."

Mark gave an arrogant smirk. "A love of music and hatred of Nazis."

Lee, meanwhile spotted the two men. It was just like he had described. Each of them shot dead but the strange thing was, the windows weren't broken they were in fact rolled up. The windows were also tinted so it was hard for anybody else to see in. "Shit..." The Chinese American lamented. "That's sketchy as hell."

He wanted to take a closer look at the gunshot wounds but he didn't want to potentially leave any DNA on the bodies even if he could just claim that was the one that discovered them. With gloved hands he shut the door again and looked around to see if anybody in the neighborhood was around or paying attention. They weren't in either case.

Joaquin was getting ready to leave,"One more thing, Marky Mark...and it's a big question An important one. If you don't know the answer then I'll know you don't know if you do and try to hide it I'll know. But if you don't you can always find out and I'm sure it'll get back to us...unless you're afraid to tell us."

"Tell you what? Spit it out!"

"When Lee came to Rancho with his hermanos...why did he try and kill El Camello? Was it the Madrazo Cartel? It's been a while since his little bullshit back there. But we still don't understand why anybody from your end wanted Camello dead. And why they'd send Lee after him instead of you. Shit, they could have paid your IAA groupie a high enough check to do it."

"Oh, that's all you need?" Mark asked with sarcasm. "Can I get you a brand new Cheetah and a beach house to go with it?"

"Find out...because I'm guessing you didn't know either why he did. You never thought to ask him why either you just stood by your homie. You should be asking that too. Why did they want a veterano Azteca that's never been to New Arcadia dead and why send Lee and not somebody else?"

Mark didn't say it and Joaquin didn't say it but even though Joaquin had said he wasn't there for Gwen, in that moment, whether intentional or unintentional, Mark still saw it as an implied threat against her. He was glad that she hadn't been there and though he couldn't say for sure he wouldn't have hurt her, if he hadn't that too would have also had disturbing implications since he would wonder what the long game was for him.

He headed out just as Lee was coming in. "He wasn't gone when I came back. Should we let him leave?" Joaquin just shot a glance at Lee and chuckled walking away. "Let him go, brother. Let's talk about what you saw."

Lee told him. "Shouldn't we go and try and kill him? He's caused too much trouble for Jimmy and I know we like to scrap but things get too risky when those two do it's better if you and me go deal with him right now. He's that asshole Neto's best weapon. If we take him out..."

"Neto may not have sent him but you can bet he probably knows he's here. The fact that he was able to track us and our movements and then he was just willing to destroy that phone without a thought for what else he may have learned about us isn't a good sign. It's like it was nothing to him. That's a movement from a place of abundance not scarcity."

"You're worrying about the wrong thing," Joaquin's voice appeared to their left and the two reacted in surprise aiming their guns again. He had gone around the side and back around again. He did not have his weapon drawn. "You just lost two bodyguards and you don't know why. It isn't about me being ahead of you or behind you. It's that somebody else might be..."

"Get the fuck outta here..." Mark warned. "I better never see you anywhere near my sister. Not even the same cell tower..."

"Like I said, she's not a priority. I'd go after Agent Trueblood long before her. She put a lot of people away. And even she's not a priority for me. If you think about it Neto should be trying to kill her too but he hasn't. In all his beef with you he could have tried to himself and he hasn't. You probably think it's cause he's afraid of what you'd do but that didn't stop him from killing other people close to you. She's insignificant to us. But she's not to a lot of people..."

"Anybody goes near her will return to East LS in body bags..." Mark stated.

Before he walked away he said, "Even with the shit your novia has done in this city there's still people in this hood and other hoods that don't know who she is. It's not like that in LS. Every hood knows her there. She's the talk of the town in the underworld. That whole family was She'll never go to LS again that's for sure. It's funny to me how she can breathe out here and feel safe in this state. Because there's so many others where she can't. And it isn't just San Andreas. Or any south side hoods. It's people she's put away anywhere she's gone.I don't know what's more pathetic. A gangster that needs a fed to keep him safe or a fed that needs a gangster to keep her safe."

With that he walked away. Lee snickered. "He didn't even call you a nigger or me a chink. You sure he's a real Vago? Not just some dumb Zapatista recruit Neto picked up outta the Navy?"

"He didn't call me a mayate either. He may have talked a lot tonight but he's usually a quiet one. But he seems to not like Jimmy. It's the quiet ones you gotta watch out for. I aint saying he's as open minded as us either but he's a doer so his way of showing hate is by the gun not words."

"He talked plenty of shit to Jimmy so he must be a special case."

"It could just be his military training more than anything. He's disgusted by Jimmy because he doesn't see him as a real soldier. He hasn't gone to war so he doesn't like being considered anywhere near in the same category as him. If we were to ask him what he thought of Coast Guard and National Guard I can guess it wouldn't be favorable. That's the best reason I can think of. Anything other than that your guess is as good as mine."

"Yeah I know but he just seems different from the other cholos in that way. He uses the slang and all but he's more well spoken than Neto is. He didn't call us chavalas or rankers either."

"That's my point. Why even insult somebody you don't like when you can just kill them without a word? The action is a statement."

"Well then tonight he was silent..." Lee said.

Rancho

Neto had been on a binder lots of booze and lots of coke. He'd bought a house in Rancho and had been partying there. They had partied a lot last week. It was the afternoon and he had napped and sobered up and had drank some coffee but now he was cutting up lines again.

Gata returned angry. "You know you're gonna have to stop fuckin around eventually and get out there, right?"

"What are you talking about bitch? I'm getting our feria from in here. Less people know where I am the better\. Ever since Eddie went on the run the juras are jamming up his people and our gente on the streets trying to see if anybody knows where he is. They're trying to put me back inside too now."

"That's never stopped you before. The same hijo de puta that did this to your eye is the on e that killed Nata! He should't be walking around."

"We're working on it. Right now Culebra just paid them a visit...but they got enemigas after them that are gonna make it hard for them."

"So you're gonna fuck around aparty and let them clean your mess up? So you killed that motherfucker's girlfriend. That';s not good enough."

"The fuck would you know about it? You aint nothing but a puta! A soldada at best but you aint out there finding that fool!" She slapped him. He grabbed her hand and said, "I could have you killed for that!" She had tears in her eyes.

"Then do it cabron!" She glared and said, "You're breaking my heart with this shit. Killing yourself!"'

"What do you want me from, Gata?"

"To stop killing yourself..." She took his hand putting hers over it. "Nata's gone...and I'm pissed about it. We haven't gotten vengaza for her. You almost got that Da Nang puta but then that fool stepped in..."

"We will..." He stated. "You have my palabra. They're both going in pine boxes with machetes up their asses so they'll have to cut out a machete handle shaped hold in the bottom of their coffin."

"Do you even love me, Neto? Do you love that baby? You kept the cocaine away from him so far but what if you don't some day? He could die! After yo went through all this time trying to get him back."

"I'm just blowing off steam..." She shook her head avoiding his gaze. He took the cocaine and said, "Mirate..." He flushed it down the toilet. He then took all the booze bottles and drained them down the sink.

"You could always just get more..."

"What is it they say in NA and AA? One day at a time..."

"Why you stopping now just cause of what I said?"

"Yeah.. and my eye may not recover right if I keep doing this. I can't prove that the two are related but it can't be doing me good either way..."

She kissed him and said, "I hope that's true..."

He kissed her back. She looked good. She had on a brown and white plaid button up over a dark blue tubetop and she had gray khakis. She took his shirt off as they kissed.

She kissed along his scars on his chest from his many gunfights. She was surprised to find scar tissue, right at his collarbone. She traced her fingertips along it, memorizing the ridges and bumps of it. It was a hesitation mark. A knife wound, she could tell that much. Neto let her touch it, his kiss becoming slower and deeper as he grabbed her hips and shifted her forward. She gave a gasp as he hauled her up, easily, and she found herself settled into his lap.

It was, admittedly, a position Gata liked.

Neto's hands were also insistent, moving from subtle touches to hurried ones in a matter of seconds. They were everywhere, sliding just beneath her breasts before his fingertips began a campaign of devastation on her button up shirt.

Gata counted. One button, two, three. She lost count, but she felt him pull the hem of the shirt out of her pants and finish the job. She pulled her arms behind her, sliding out of the now unbuttoned shirt. She heard it fall to the carpet.

Gata's hands found the fastenings of his pants. Suddenly distracted, her fingertips dipped lower, she could feel the length of his cock straining against his pants. She unfastened his pants.

She enjoyed the haggard, surprised breath he released when her fingertips passed over him.

Neto's warm, dry hands passed over her stomach and sides, earning a shiver from her palming over her breasts. His hand slipped behind her, and unlatched her bra. She felt the chill air on her chest, causing her nipples to harden in response. His thumb tip passed over the puckered skin, causing her to release a small moan against her will.

He pulled back, causing her to fumble a bit. He looked at her like he'd been wanting to see her naked for awhile. The feeling was mutual. His hands pushed her hair out of her face, sliding down the bare expanse of her neck and ghosting down along her chest, right between her breasts.

He had no trouble getting up from the couch. He kept his arms around her, picking her up just enough so that her toes barely touched the carpet. He swung her out like a dancer, his mouth finding hers again as he dragged her back towards the bedroom. She was forced to slide her arms over his shoulders, but found she didn't mind the arrangement at all.

Neto set her down on the bed, and she went about peeling her pants off of herself, kicking them off hands hooked themselves in her silky blue panties and yanked them down off of her with more force than he probably intended.

Neto's hands ran along her legs, sliding in between her thighs. She parted them, willingly, and he found his way between them again. It completely murdered what was left of her good sense.

He rolled his hips down, running the length of his cock along the wet warmth of her sex. She released a throaty moan, arching up against him. He took himself in hand, pressing the tip of his erection against her. Gata couldn't help the moan that escaped her when he slid inside, first an inch, and then another, and another. It was slow, he was being careful.

"I guess the yayo wasn't that good if it's still hard.." She teased.

Taking revenge for the sarcasm and effectively shutting her up, he plunged himself inside of her totally. Gata released a surprised moan, high pitched and a bit throaty. It wasn't fair when he could get back at her like that - but God, was it good.

He was slow at first, but he picked up apace in short order. Gata was more than accommodation, spreading her thighs just enough to give him the purchase he needed. Her hands ran along the pleasant ridges of his broad back, and she definitely couldn't help it when they found his ass and squeezed.

'

Eventually, they both rattled loose. Neto's motions became quick and unpredictable, an edge of desperation hanging on each thrust, trying to get deeper and deeper. Gata was nosier than she could ever remember being, her fingertips digging into the skin at his back and leaving behind perfect red welts. She bit the lobe of his ear and his neck, and he kissed her, messy and thoughtless.

"Ah!" Her voice was drained and throaty. "Neto, I'm going to-"

He didn't seem to mind, pushing in at a surprising new angle that caused her to come, another helplessly extended moan escaping her as she dug in and arched against him. Eventually, she lost her voice, her breath catching near painfully in her throat as her head rolled back onto the pillow and her vision went white, and then black.

It didn't take him much longer, what with her tightening and pulling around him.

"Fuck!" Was the expletive he chose, pushing deep inside of her.

She felt him come, moving with him, enjoying the feel of his entire body tensing in one great movement before he became total jelly.

They both did.

Somewhere In Los Santos

Grizz looked at his wife and daughter and his son. "Desiree...we gotta get out the city. Tonight!"

His daughter Kayla a medium toned thin black girl with corn rows and a pretty face wearing a pink and white patterned shirt and blue jeans asked, "Daddy why can't we stay?"

"Because it aint safe...now I got us safe passage outta here but we're gonna need to move now. You saw what the Ballas did to our house, baby girl..."

His son, Deandre AKA Croak glared back at him. "Nah that aint your house, nigga! A snitching motherfucker like you aint welcome in nobody house in South Central! First you put me in a motherfuckin trnk then you bring me here talking about I can't go outside?!"

"That's the way it';s gotta be just for a little while longer. We're getting out tonight and when we get where we're going you can be outside all you want."

"What kinda shit is this?! I gotta run away with you somewhere else and just do what? Get a job?! In some city full of niggas I don't even know?! Why can't it at least be San Andreas?"

Desiree shook her head. "Your daddy's a target and because we're with him so are we..."

"Man, I can get the strap in my hood and deal with those marks! I don't need to run away!"

"Son, I know you don't respect me cause Iwasn't there Do you know why I wasn't there? I was doing exactly what you're doing now. This life leads to nothing but pain, man! No good ever comes out of it. How many og your homies from the set have you buried? How many of somebody else's homies have you taken out?"

"Yeah, I peel Ballas caps and I don't give a fuck. I joined Carson cause I know niggas from your hood hated them. And they're the niggas that came first not the Ballas. Families started to do some good for the hood in the 60's what the fuck ya'll Ball Sacks start for? Just to sling and beef with niggas. Ya'll aint Family and you sure as hell aint my family member cuz. But guess what? Niggas started slinging too and we better at the hustle than ya'll."

"I aint arguing with you about this shit..." He said as he began to take their belongings to the moving van. "Get your shit. We're going. I did twenty one years behind this shit I should be a dead man but I aint. Everything I did the snitching all that was to bring us back together."

"Together, pops?!" He leaned in close. "You shot some of my homies at the dock! They dead cause of you. I could have smoked you or you could have smoked me."

"I aint tell you to pick up a green or purple rag. Or a gun. That's on you. You made that choice. So I'm fixing it..."

"Yeah well if yu wanted me to stay off the set you fucked up at that too. Cause you wasn't there for me and guess who was? The niggas with the sack. And now your hood aint even a factor no more! You wonder why your old hood aint there it's cause Carson took that shit over becausre that's how the fuck we do!"

"You're not hearing me..." Grizz said. he got ready to knock his son out but a knee came and hit him in the groin. His son punched him in the face. "Ya'll can all run if ya;ll want to! I aint ever leaving the hood!"

"Fuck him!" Yelled Kayla in tears. "If he loves those niggas more than his own blood fuck him!"

Desiree stated, "Grizz I love you but you gotta go fix this it's on you get our boy back!" He got off the ground breathing hard.

"I got this...I'ma go take care of this he's just brainwashed...ya'll pack what you can better yet...go inside and wait for me. I'll be back with him."

Mai

She was seeing to her father as he was wounded. Mai's mother got him some water. "This is all my fault..." She stated. "I...we should have never come back to San Andreas. Any of us..."

"This isn't just your fault..." Her mother stated. "Your father and friends start gang. First they fight all gangs like the Vagos and the Familes but then later generation start to hang out with and act like the moi..." She said using the Vietnamese term for blacks. "Then you get shot and later Filipino brothers go to prison for life. Your father he do a lot for the IAA. For years. The human body can only take so much wear and tear. Now we he;lp him."

She nodded as she put a blanket over the wounded Hmong. "I agree. And I think you and I should talk..." She sighed and the older Vietnamese lady nodded. It was going to be about how while Mai was a kid she'd been equally close to them but then in later years she had started to favor her father more.

Packie

He was awaiting going back to court but he was allowed to have a piece of mail which had been brought in after beinge xamined. It was an ancestry test result. he had done it before he had been arrested and he'd requested the results be sent there. He began to look through it with his family tree being in America dating back to the 19th century. Suddenly he stopped. "What the fuck?" He couldn't believe it.

He looked again. It had mentioned Paul and showed that according to this DNA test through his mother's side, Patrick McReary and Paul Hoffman were second cousins.

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That's it for this chapter hope you enjoted. So Jingoist Front is based on the white supremacist group Patriotic Front.

As far as Miller the man Paul took out he is based on Terry A Davis he referred to the CIA as glow in the dark CIA niggers so when you see people say a thread is glow in the dark they're saying the feds either are on it or created it. He created some online shit where he said he rebuilt Solomon's Temple.

I could either have Ivan somehow find out where thet sleepers will be beyond what he knows as far as which cities or Manfred from New Arcadia could maybe hack Miller's computer and maybe Zilla could show them being weirded out by the shit he has on his computer and how he tries to tie it into bible prophewcy pretty much the Terry A Davis wikipedia page shows all of what kinda programming he did and Zilla given your line of work if you don't know who that guy is iy's pretty interesting. He was obviously bat shit crazy though.

As far as Abe and Kuma they did not go out easy and their deaths were kinda sad especially with Abe's girlfriend calling.

Markovich maybe not so much unless you count his last moments with Grisha but when you factor in what he was planning it's hard to feel too bad but also Kenny Petrovic was obliterated too and now Ivan is more or less on the rn from the law after a shootout like that. He will pretty much have to give up the names of those sleepers in every city to save his own ass and the Markovich organization.

As far as Neto he';s still healing up and he hasn't been doing good about keeping clean sure he has kept it away from his son but as Gata put it he was fucking up. He will be keeping it together though and I'll try and show his son next chapter.

Lyla Lei is the visual basis for Rose and since she actually is from Long Beach she'd be a good new addition to the DNB.

Barrel King is a Donkey Kong parody. Glory Hole is a Disney spoof if it's Disney land so if Glory Hole Theme Park is Disneyland them just Disney would be Glory Hole

The area of Massachusetts they went to is supposed to be Brockton

As for a snake orgy that's not what it actually is obviously but it's still funny that Joe was doing that. Also between Paul and Dawn eating Italian, Raymond and Sheldon eating Jamaican and Grizz having a last meal of Ethiopian food to go with their philisophical discussion what food do you think sounds best?

Paul's stance on spaghetti and lasagna is pretty much my own.

Next chapter will see Grizz going to find his son who returned back to Carson Avenue. And I'll continue the date beteween Paul and Dawn and we'll see more of what will become of the alliance between the Triads, Warriors and the Yardies.

Enjoy.