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.

81. The Unforgiving Streets

Mai

Lowrider Envy

Mai had gotten help to come with. Somebody that had come reccomended who had as it turned out, been doing jobs for Lamar and Simeon and Lester and Martin Madrazo. Mai would be the sniper and this woman would be the ground side. She was a Mexican American woman with light brown skin who had jet black hair the penciled in eyebrows typical of a chola, and she had quite a few tattoos including a neck tattoo that read, Love Is Pain.

Mai had learned her name was Gabriella Gonzales. She stood five three and wore a black leather jacket. "So you been working for Lester, Lamar, Martin, Simeon, all these people?" Mai asked. She shook her head as they drove not far from East Los Santos. She nodded. "Yeah. Lester is creeoy, Lamar and Simeon are annoying as fuck and Martin is or..was a psychopath. I just got outta jail. I got another strike on my record but I need the feria. I've been keeping clean I'm trying to get my son back..."

"I'm sorry to hear that..."

"You got kids?" Asked the Chicana shooter Mai shook her head. "No."

"How? Shit...if the vatos in your life weren't looking to get a fine ruca like you pregnant I don't know what their problem was..." She said with a chuckle. Mai made a mental note that she was possibly bisexual like her.

"I don't think I'd be a good mom. I mean I think that I have what it takes and I have enough love to give but I don't think i'd be responsile. Just the line of work I'm in...doesn't seem responsible for me to have a kid. I'm not sure...anyway no offense but you look like you used to bang. What are you? Azteca? Vaga?"

"No. And no. We beef with both...but I've been trying to keep my distance from some ogf the homies. I'm on probation for a weapons charge. I can't be seen with anybody that I used to run with. But they want me to have money I got a job but I don't have enough to buy a house yet."

"We're here..." Mai said. "This'll have to wait for now..."

They got out and Mai and her got on the headset. Mai headed for a ladder while Gabriella ran for a back entrace.

"We on? Okay? How you kids at creeping? I mean you creepy as fuck so I figured you creep..."

"Not as creepy as you..." Shot back Gabriella .

"Hey girl! Watch it! You gone hurt my feelings! Sniper and ground you got to coordinate to take out the Ball Ache soldiers. Do it quiet though, you got the weapons' for it and do it in pairs. When they clear, you gone blow up one of they rides and boost the other one. This is a favor for a friend. You know, my friend your friend, you know that exceptionally friendly motherfucker, Vernon. And by favor I mean we're dead if this don't work out. We probably dead if we do it too but I gotta try. You at the spot? Talk to each other. Take em down together. The ride you torching is on the other side of the block. Oh that car on the move. Be cool till they know what's up.

As Gabriella got to the back entrance she had the silenced 9mm drawn and with a single shot to the head she took down the Baller guarding the back entrance. Mai was climbing up the ladder as this was happening. Gabriella took cover behind the green lowrider on the ground and Mai made her way across the roof with the PSG1. "Yes, Lamar and you know it'd be great if we ever got to do a job where you weren't yapping constantly. And they say women talk too much. You know what? Come to think of it, Lester, Trevor, and Smeon talk too much too. At least Martin Madrazo gave directions and told us what to do and would shut the fuck up until we got him what he needed."

Mai zeroed in on a man in a Panics jersey talking on his cell phone.A baller in a white t was walking by and Gabriella kept him in her sights as he walked by. She pipped off three shots from a hell of a distance but one of them struck him in the right side of the jaw and Mai's shot coordinated striking the man in the Panics jersey in center mass leaving a large red hole in the purple and gold jersey.

As Gabriella moved across the lot, Mai zoomed in on another Baller who was bent down by the tires. "Be more careful with your shot placements..." She warned.

"I've done this before. It was a long shot,Mai. Literally...a long shot.. when you are..."

Mai said, "Let's go..." She fired a shot and hit the Baller in the back of the head and Gabriella struck the next one down only seconds later before she hit him behind the left ear. The last thing the second Baller felt was his friends blood on his cheek before his own brains were getting some fresh air.

They fired taking down another two underneath a blind spot but Mai had got around. Mai spotted another Baller inside a lowrider hitting the switches on a maroon lowrider. One headshot caused the man to stop hitting switches. Gabriella got one more as well. Lamar chimed off on the headset, "Hey, Gabriella, you got the ride? Torch that thang! That's what Vernon wants!"

She had been instructed by Mai how to use it. She threw it towards the car and got clear. The explosion kicked off a lot of sound. Now they just had to go for the Chino. Lamar warned them that the Ballas knew they were there. Mai had stashed an M4A1 on top of the roof as well and she got to would first use the Rifle's magazines. Mai managed to drop one with a shot to the chest as they were out in the open, a Baller with a purple and white shirt and blue jeans shorts and very dark skin. Gabriella dropped a man of similar skin tone in a white t shirt and red gym shorts as she got out her suppressed AK from the ride Mai had brought.

She hit another one as the Ballas came out shooting. Gabriella took cover behind the wall near the gate on the left and two were coming around the corner, one wearing a purple and white shirt but jeans and the other was in black jeans and a white shirt and had a shaved head. She hit the first gang member at point blank range as he came and the second tried to shoot but she used the time she had bought herself with his shock at seeing his friend shot so quicly in front of him. She made short work of him.

The Ballas were now moving too fast and Mai had to rain hell on them with the Assault Rifle and she hit the first, a Baller with a burgandy bandanna aroiund his forehead wearing a black wife beater in the face. The second was an overweight dark black male with a shaved head and neck fat rolls in the back of his neck. As she struck him in the chest and fell at least four rounds also hit his neck rolls.

Mai used a pipe bomb on the stolen Peyote they'd used to come there zand transport their weapons as she and Gabriella got into the Chino and began to ride off with it. Mai was hit in the back by a few rounds as a Baller with an Uzi fired at her and she dove in the car but Gabriella fired her silencer four times at him striking him but not killing him.

They began to pursue the two women as they sped through La Mesa and before long the windshield had a hole in it as Baller vehicles pursued and Mai held them off. An SUV came spraying at them from the opposite direction and a horn of a semi honked at the cars exchanging fire. The man was lucky none of them tried to shoot him but the two parties were engaged. Mai couldn't hear all of what Lamar was saying but she caught the tail end of him sayimng Vernon was an understanding motherfucker but to not bust up the ride.

As Mai took out the driver she tried to put a stop to them coming but she took off her headset. "We might be fucked. At least as far as this job goes. Latard said that we can't bust it up."

"That's not fair we aint the ones busting it up it aint our fault the Ballas are shooting at us!"

"Whose fault is it? God's?" Mai chuckled with a laugh as she laid down reloading the M4A1. "That's not what I meant. It aint like we did it on purpose!"

"Don't have kittens. I know what you meant..." Mai said and she fired out of the hole in the windshield decorating a Baller OG's brains all over his own steering wheel. They finally made it to the lockup and Mai, covered in sweat said, "Well...I wouldn't mind seeing you again but it's gonna be at least a week before I want to hear from that asshole again."

"If you don't like him why you doing this?" Asked Gabriella. "You don't seem like you need the money that bad."

"I don't. But I like to see things through. I don't wanna start anything I can't finish. Even if finishing it is really irritating and your boss irritates you more..." She meant it too. To her, the Families out of Davis were much more professional and she wondered if she should start working more closely with H Bomb and Sway. She knew they would likely try and claim the sole rights to killing Eddie but

Davis

Playing The Long Game

H Bomb and Sway got into a dark blue Manana and Dime and Kiss were once again rolling with. They would be coordinating another attack against the Aryan Vanguard. They'd gotten word that there Dillinger and some of his crew had been spotted again. This time, Bomb was readying two Uzis. Sway had upgraded on shotguns. He now had a Spas 12.

"Where'd you get the 411 on these niggas?" Asked Sway. H Bomb turned to his brother. The Muslim convert was tired. He had slept but he hadn't slept much. Morningg prayer had been the first thing he' done but he felt he hadn't slept enough. The sun still felt nice on his face and he turned the Corkers cap from front to back. "One of the homies I did time with..." He replied.

"Who?"

"A Baller homie. He was just getting out when I first got to the pen. He had six months left. The homie Breech. He's an OG now. Started his own little new set in Paleto Bay. The woods been against Ballas setting up from day one but they been there for years. I know a lot of LS homies don't respect Blaine County sets but they been certified on the streets for a minute."

"What set he start?" Demanded Big Sway.

"Mecca Street Ballas. They beenn kicking up shit since the 80's but their hoods don't go back as far as ours do. They're still the new kids on the block as far as I'm concerned these Ballas and Families sets out there but Breech is certified like I said. He's from Davis he just aint lived there in nearly two decades. But he's still got that plug with Covenant."

"Why'd he leave anyway?"

"He was doing time at Boilingbroke before and they weren't about to let hi parole back in his old hood as it is. Everybody he knew had ties to the set."

Sway lit up a primo. "What the fuck you doing?!" Demanded H Bomb. "We're about to go blast on some white motherfuckers that want us dead. More than the Ballas or even Ese's ever did and you're getting high off that shit?!"

"I been doing it before we ever went against the Vanguard..." Sway inhaled with a suck of air through his teeth after blowing the smoke. "What the problem is, cuz? It's just like hoo riding on Ballas. Or Vagos. Why should this be any different?"

"Cause Ballas and Ese's get shermed out and they smoke primos and wet daddies!" Growled H Bomb.

Kiss chuckled. "You think those rednecks don't be smoking that hard shit, loc?" She shook her head. "Nah boo. Trust. They get fucked up on that meth."

"Yeah but not Dillinger and the others at the top. A motherfucker like Dillinger looks at us as inferior. What you think he's gonna prefer to get laid out by a sober nigga as opposed to a nigga high?" The oldr brother laughed.

"It aint about what he thinks. It's about you not taking this shit seriously. Maybe you'll never turn to God in your life but you don't gotta be a Muslim. Even a BAD Muslim like me to know not get high before you go against the AV. Do you know anybody in our hood that has military experience?"

"Yeah the homie Ronnie Brentwood."

"Ronnie's doing life behind that bar fight downtown, remember? He split that fools face open with a beer bottle and killed him. We got a lot of numbers in Loony Corner, bro but we don't have much in the way of people that got above average combat skills. The woods are outnumbered but you better believe they got us outclassed. And if we're being real honest? Probably outgunned too, homie."

"The only thing we can do is catch them slipping and hope they get caught lacking..." H Bomb nodded. He took the joint fron his brother and tossed it out the window. "Motherfucker I should beat your ass!" Growled Sway.

"Look, Negro...you got the car smelling like that shit. We already got the straps in the ride. Now i'm driving us out there to smoke this bitch and get revenge for my son. And justice. So I'm gonna drive the speed limit we're already suspect four niggers in a car...add the heaters with that.. the cops won't know what's up unless they pull us over and by then we gotta start blasting but you? You're gonna make them SMELL us and pull us over. You stupid."

Sway growled but then just said, "You know what, homie you used to look up to me like I was the shit. You always wanted to be like me now you act like you better. You might be a doily head now but you aint better than me cause you did time, fool. I did time too."

"We got older. We're middle aged. How do you not get that? You aint grown up I have. I'm trying to put my ways behind and on God after this I'm done with the guns and even done with Davis. I'm just gonna live out the rest of my days in Venturas and fly on the straight and narrow."

"How you gonna avoiid temptation? It's gambling and ho's all up and down the strip! Not even ratchet ho's. The really classy ones. With the leather and shit got they own phone lines to book appointments. Some be pornstars and shit. And what's a trip is the bitches that are just regular in Venturas be just as bad as the bitches that's hoing so how you gonna resist all that? Matter of fact how have you so far?"

"Every ramadan it aint just fasting as far as food and sex..." Bomb replied. "We watch what we see. I try and not even go outside. Out there I'm just gonna stick with the Muslim community. If I can do that in a city of sin...I can do it anywhere. I went to Mecca, bro. I'm serious about this shit I just really gotta try harder."

"Well i'm saying how you gonna act like Venturas is any better than Davis when it comes to that though? You could be a good Muslim right where you stay at."

"No I can't. With Venturas at least I don't have as high a chance of getting smoked or God forbid my family. And the street shit out there it doesn't even apply to me yeah there's LS people on the streets there to gamble but I haven't gambled since the 90's. I take it serious. I'm trying to do better but I can't do it all overnight. I can't even do it all in years. I have to take it piece by piece. Little by little. Plus Venturas? They try to be like LS and when you're from the city like you and me you know that they're ten years behind us on all that they aint teaching us nothing. So yeah...I'm a terrible Muslim I know it but at least I try."

"Well I guess I'm gonna have to come and see your bum ass in Venturas then cause your scary ass is afraid to come back to the hood. I get it the hood's dangerous I may not have lost a son but that was my nephew too okay? That's why I'm with you on this. But see me? I can't live without the power. Just knowing that if something happens to me and mine i need to know I got an army at my back. Maybe God is good enouhgh for you to feel safe but it aint enough for me."

"Yeah but that status comes with enemies, cuz. You been knowing that from day one. We've beefed with Ballas, Vagos, other Family sets and now the AV. And we've lost people no matter how many we kill we still take L's."

"I feel you but if if you really felt that safe with just Allah as your protector then why not stay in Davis and trust in him to protect yo rather than go to Venturas again and be alone and exposed? If you or anyhody else gets shot up are your Muslim homies finna ride for you?"

"They could but I wouldn't ask that. We have to walk a different way. I'm trying it's hard for me but them they been living rightous their whoile lives some of them. Me, I had to convert in prison but there's some black families that's been real Muslims since Malcolm X."

"You mean that Nation of Islam shit? Come on even I know that'snot real Islam..." Sway argued.

"No but you ever notice how after Malcolm X left and became a Sunni Muslim so did a lot of other people? Muhammad Ali did. Dr Khalid Abdul Muhammad even got buried in the same cemetery as Malcolm X did. See I can never be like Muhammad but I could be like Malcolm. He ran the streets he sold dope. But he got out and he died rightous."

"If you want to be a war mongering pedophile you're already halfway there now you just need some underage pussy..." Sway chuckled.

"Come on, Sway why you gotta diss his faith all the time that's your brother!" Stated Kiss.

"Yeah and besides you got a statutory rape charge remember? So if you wanna accuse the prophet peace be upon him, of that then you shold look at yourself. I don't think there's even any evidence Aisha was underage that's some shit the Shia believe. We don't believe that as Sunnis."

"I aint gonna lie thouggh it is kinda fucked up if he was a child molestor cause i heard that too..." Stated Dime. "No disrespct to your faith and all but look i mean I know people used to get married younger but she was only nine that's not even the age of puberty..."

"What faith were you raised in, Kira?" Inquired H Bomb. Dime replied, "Christian, of course."

"Then you know the bible has verses condoning pedophilia right? I'm not even saying God commands it it might have just been Mose's interpretation but he did say it. Deuteronomy 22:28-29. If a man is caught in the act of raping a young woman who is not engaged, he must pay fifty pieces of silver to her father. Then he must marry the young woman because he violated her, and he will never be allowed to divorce her."

"That's talking about sex before marriage, stupid..." She said. "Besides the bible has a verse talking about stoning rapists to death and I remember...I remember watching this video on Me TV where this pastor was talking about that verse. He was saying how the Hebrew word means seize. He meant it like seize like during sex you feel me? So he had to marry her cause he already deflowered here and nobody was tryna marry a ho."

H Bomb shook his head as they were on the highway headed to Blaine County. "Nah. If that was the case then Leviticus 20:10 wouldn't say that `If a man commits adultery with another man's wife-with the wife of his neighbor-both the adulterer and the adulteress must be put to death. ... Both the man and the woman must be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads. In the verse you're talking about it's only if the woman's engaged. Deteronomy 22:25-27. In the verse with adultery that's consenting adults."

"Yeah but that's adultery though..." Dime said. "Marriage is serious."

"It is and it's the same in my faith stoning for adultery but still."

"Shit, I was told that verse about the fifty pieces of silver was in a statutory case..." Sway said. "So I guess if we was around back then I'd have had to marry th bitch that set me up."

"Nah it aint about statutory either back then the age was when you hit pubert and you fucked a fourteen year old when you was nineteen..." Bomb stated.'

"She did look seventeen, bro!"

"You don't gotta tell me i believe you. Anyway... Deutoronomy 22:25 says If there is a girl who is a virgin engaged to a man, and another man finds her in the city and lies with her, 24 then you shall bring them both out to the gate of that city and you shall stone them to death; the girl, because she did not cry out in the city, and the man, because he has violated his neighbor's wife. Thus you shall purge the evil from among you."

"What's your point?"

Bomb explained, "Thata adultery. This is a consensual event. These verses include the reason why they are put to death. Basically consensual adultery. No rape. The punishment for *consensual* adultery is the death of both parties. Notice how she is only engaged, but not yet married. Engagement was serious business back then, on par with being married. Cause look if a woman is engaged and is found to not be a virgin she gets put to death for adultery. The woman who's engaged and who cried out doesn't get put to death only the rapist does. But if she's not married and she gets raped she's married to the rapist."

"Whatever...you aint turning me against Jesus I know I might be fucking up now but I aint letting you turn me against God..." Dime said. H Bomb chuckled. "Believe what you want to. It's in the bible."

They finally arrived and saw Breech waiting there. He was a light skinned African Amerian wearing a white t shirt and black jeans and a Boars cap on had a few soldiers with him. Him and H Bomb slapped dap. "You ready to take the fight to these peckerwoods, homie?" Asked Breech.

Bomb nodded. "Hell yeah. For my son..."

"I feel you. We been trying to get this cracker for the longest time, dog but he's slippery the homies tried to get him and that bitch Dillinger not too long ago and it went all bad. Oh yeah...I got Stone out here too. The Covenant boys from the old days is gonna want in on this..."

H shrugged. "I got no problem with that I don';t care who kills Dillinger but Ed Vinke is mine, aight?" He then paused and said, "Just answer one question thogh homie all due respect...no disrespect to you...but why you didn't kill this punk years ago? He was on the outside before 2010 so you could have got at him all this time. You could have had homies poke him up when he was inside. I'm just saying if ya'll hadn't dropped the ball he could have been taken care of my son would be alive."

"You make it sound like it's that easy. You know how it is just when we beef with each other or the Ese's. You blast a motherfucker then you lay low for days, months sometimes years. You leave the state if you have to..."

"But he didn't..."

"Yeah but i'm saying look...if the Vanguard's been trying to get him and they got a better shot of getting him and even they aint got him how you expect me to get him? This shit is like chess we gotta play it one move one pawn at a time and it's unforunate homie but sometimes it's best if a nigga that's really a pawn thing he can rank up and be a bigger player but only I get to be king you feel me? The best most niggas can hope for is to be a stronger piece and still be standing when the game ends."

"Yeah..." H Bomb said, "But if the king gets knocked down it's a new game new king the pawns stay the pawns or they move up but the king in the game we play gets switched out all the time. Somebody always gotta be the king and some always gotta be the pawn."

H Bomb spotted Stone. He glared at Sway. "Who you mean mugging nigga?"

"You. Look I aint spoke on it before but that charge you got on that statutory I don't give a fuck how long ago it was nigga you sick for that. Nineteen on fourteen? You lucky you wasn't part of my car in the pen or my set on the street cause I'd wash your ass out with the quickness I love pussy too nigga always have always will but now I got daughters and I don't need some old fat pervert motherfucker looking at my daughters one day."

"Hold up!" H Bomb growled.

"Nah I respect you even as a nigga that's been an enemy most of the 90's g but I'm telling you right now I don't respect your brother. Look, I was a pimp back in the da and even I aint run ho's that was underage."

"My brother aint like that. We've known big homies that were like that that just took a woman's coochie but it wasn't like that. You don't know how bitches that were underage be looking sometimes."

"Look can we just not beef about this shit?" Asked Dime. "We're here for Hassan's son..."

"Yeah that's cool and all but I'm here for all the soldiers we lost to the Vanguard..." Stone stated. "If you get Eddie and yeah you prolly should then I got dibs on Bernie Dillinger, blood. He aint walking outta this alive."

"So where they at then?" Asked Janea as she and G Bone were close by loading up Uzis. Breech stated, "You know that Lost MC trailer park that got blown up about three years back?"

"No, nigga!" Stone sneered. "I don't wanna live in the sticks I don't be paying attention to that shit."

"Yeah, I know where you're talking about. Word on the streets is Trevor Phillips blew it up."

"The MH1's moved in. Them and some other bikers been sharing it that park had trailers replaced a few times."

"Well they moving out today..." Sway vowef readying his shotgun. He beckoned over to a green Manana and there were four Carson gang members including Cue Ball and Scratch and two women they didn't lknow. There was also a Blasian gang member in a nearby car. "The homies from the west side showed up too!"

They began to ride for the trailerpark. Before long they saw two Rebels out front and at least one and a half dozen Freeways and Zombies. The sound of loud rock music blasted but they couldn't hear what band. Scratch pulled up and got out and said, "This shit will probably bring N.O.O.S.E down on our asses so if we lose any homies we gotta bring em out can't leave em dead at the scene but check this out. I got something for these white boys.

He had a rocket launcher. A LAW. He fired it at the bikes and lit them all up like a christmas tree. Three bikers, members of the Vagabonds MC were caught in the blast and two trailers went up as well. The debris also wounded two members of MH1. The return fire back swift and heavy, enraged bikers and MH1 gangsters firing back with AR-15's. The two Carson Avenue women fell over dead as rounds from the Assault Rifles ripped into them.

A round found Janea hitting her in the right side of the chest and sghe fell over crying out in pain. The Ballas drove closer to try and use their rides as cover. Dime was suddenly hit next herself as the white gang members spread out. Tyson was also there and he fell, wounded with three rounds hitting his right hip. Breech was advancin from the east and he and three of his homies in a van sprayed Uzis and AK's and dropped five MH1 members.

Dillinger was outside now with an AR-18 and he unloaded twelve rounds dropping two Loony Hood Families gangsters and screamed, "Go back to your own nigborhood!" The Vagabonds responded to the Ballas onslaught by tossing three pipe bombs. Two Baller cars and one Families car exploded. Eight gang members total were obliterated. H Bomb struck the Vagabond who had done this and as his rounds hit the man in the chest, the bomb went up and exploded taking a trailer with him and three more Vagabonds.

Big Sway fell over, crying in pain. "I can't see, nigga! I'm blind!" The dust kicked up from the pipe bombs had gone through his shades and into his eyes. Kiss and Scratch pulled him to cover. "Keep him safe!" The Muslim gangster ordered. Stone and five OCB members were shooting it out with three MH1's and five Vagabonds between him and Bern Dillinger. Due to a few shotgun blasts, the OCB numbers went down by two, however.

"Dillinger, you're a dead man!" Growled Stone.

"We all gotta die some day you fuckin coon!" Growled the AV gang leader. "If I go down killing niggers I'll consider it a worthy death!"

He emptied the magazine and dropped the remaining OCB members in that group other than Stone and Stone dropped every biker and MH1 as well as his homies fdid before they were hit by Dillinger.

"Where the fuck is Ed Vinke?!" Demanded H Bomb.

"He aint here! But we are so you're fucked!" Bellowed an MH1 member who leveled his shotgun at H Bomb with the intent to take his head off. Bomb hadn';t had time to reload so he threw his Rifle at the man's face. The man fell over his nose and lips bleeding and H Bomb withdrew his Glock 18 and grappled the white gang member and fired five shots at point blank range into his stomach. The man fell over coughing up blood.

The Sgt At Arms for the Vagabonds, a white blonde haired male with neck length hair in a ponytail and blue eyes and a greasy beard fired an M16 into three Loony Hood gangsters and one of Breech's homies. The Vagabond at his side had a Walther P99 which he fired into another of Breech's homies hitting him in the neck. H Bomb found an unused pipe bomb and he threw it at the back of the trailer that Dillinger had ducked into.

Dillinger was firing out the window blindly to keep the black gangsters back both purple and green but the trailer was being sprayed by Stone. The explosion halted everything and Dillinger cried out in pain as his back was on fire. He rolled the flames out but before he could recover, H Bomb was on him. He stepped on his wounds and Dillinger cried out, "Where the fuck's your boy, Eddie?!"

"Fuck you!" Growled Dillinger. "You go to hell ni..." Bomb kicked him in the ribs. "I'd start talking if I was you, wood! Option A is I throw your ass outside right now and you can die like you wanted at the hands of a nigga like Stone. Option B I give your homies in the pen a call. Let them know you let Eddie slip through your hands. See I heard that shit through the grapevine. Maybe it aint true but if Eddie's really gone like you say when you were seen with a motherfucker that your homies said was all bad then that looks bad on you."

"Nah fuck what you said, Bomb! Send that bitch outside he's got some shit to answer for!" Roared Stone.

H Bomb said, "Option C...you help us find him. The woods inside are gonna want to deal with him themselves and we could have a race to see who get to the finish line first but it's gonna be me that tears your homie apart/. And at the end of the day they won't lose too much sleep over a disgraced Aryan dying at our hands. They'd only want a solid one to die by the hands of a Viking."

"That's where you're wrong...iyt's our duty to take care of trash like him..." Dillinger said.

"And yet yoiu didn't.'

"Oh fuckin please. Like your people ever deals with rapists or chomos on the mainline? You protect them cause of skin color. Even the beaners both north and south side know to take out the trash. We may have more people that shouldn't have been washed out to the SNY yards and it may be for rules I don't agree with but you barelu have any in SNY cause you let pieces of shit stay with you."

"We agree on that much...I wish brothers inside were more militant I'm trying to make it so we are too. Some of the Baller homies upstate do check paperwork but for now I'm just doing what I can on the outside. I'd even be willing to make some kinda deal. If they let us kill Eddie we could make it so homies inside start booking chomos snitches and rapists on sight just like every other car does."

"You better make some kinda deal..." Said a voice from behind and it wads the Sgt at arms. "Or I'm taking you and your friends with me..." He had an RPG over his shoulder and the grenade had stopped H Bomb from shooting him but he stood at the door to the trailer and he aimed the RPG with his other shoulder. "If we don't make any kinda deal we're blowing you assholes sky high and us with you! If Bern doesn't survive neither do any of you!"

"I got a responsibility to my people..." Bern breathed. "And you did attack us at the time and Eddie got those boys from Davis PD to back us up. But if you're willing to go home...I will make a call. I know where Eddie is. He's somewhere in Loiusiana. New Arcadia last I heard. He wants to run wild down there. If you keep that a secret and all of them do too...we can all go after him. I'm a father too...I understand..."

"You don't understand shit..." H Bomb growled. "The thing is unlike you I know there's good white people out there but you give your race a bad name. Where as you don't think any of us are good..."

"I just said that I understand..I didn't say I cared. You caught us at a bad time that was why we stood with Eddie. But you're right. He's green lit. If you keep this shit between us...and you even put in a word that we tried to get him...we have a deal. But after this is done...whether you kill him or we do...we're gonna finish this."

"That's fine by me, homie..." He walked outside and yelled, "Stone! I need him alive. At least for now..."

New Arcadia

5:14 PM.

Eddie stared out the window. He was there with three members of the Broken Woods. He sat in a beat up '98 Admiral, gray in color. Next to him sat a Caucasian male of Russian American descent originally from Cineza, San Andreas. He had blonde hair in a buzz cut but darker blonde hair and his eyes were green in color and he wore a mustache He stood six feet tall. He was thirty two years old.

He had been a member of Cinners, a white gang in the San Andrean prison system representing the Cineza car of the peckerwood group in prison. They pronounced their name with a soft c to show homage to the city of Cineza. Originally in prison just for stealing sudafed, he had done enough to earn himself six years on a level three prison yard. He'd put in work for his car stabbing members that had fallen out of favor.

He'd also participated in a race riot with some Rifas which had earned him two more years. He'd ended up getting stabbed by another member of his car when he had a drug debt he couldn't pay. it was a no hands policy so he had to be stabbed and they'd put him in the PC yard also known as the special needs yard. In there he;d fallen in with the Driftwoods. His name was Peter Ruzek.

After that was a red haired male of about five nine with a muscular frame. He was a member of the Aryan Kindred gang. He had a tattoo of an SS lightning bolt on his right arm. On his left arm, a tattoo of Arminius a blonde haired Germanic man wearing Romanic armor the hero of the Battle of Teutoburg Forest. His name was Kenneth Duchamp. He was of Cajun ancestry and had done time in prison in the only prison in the state where there were members of the Aryan Kindred the New Austin gang.

He had done a total of eight years. He had a deadly grudge against Locke of the New Arcadia Police as he had been responsible for his own arrest. He hadn't told anybody but he had been sexually assaulted by two men at the Sudan prison. He had killed the men who had done it and luckily for him there had been no witnesses but the next time he stabbed another inmate on the yard and assaulted guards who had come to stop him, he'd ended up in the hole and after this had been transferred out of there. He joined Aryan Kindred despite this sexual assault.

He had done his time and got out but he wanted revenge. Lastly there was a brown haired white male of about 5'11 with dark blue eyes and a crew cut. He was from San Andreas as well but he had cousins in both the Aryan Kindred and the Aryan Vanguard in New Austin. He was originally from Del Perro, San Andreas. He had been disciplined for jerking off at a female guard. He had taken his twenty three seconds of discipline but then had tried to shank the men who did this to him. He had then been stabbed himself and forced off the main yard. He was thirty two years old. He was a Driftwood too. His name was William "Billy Coop" Cooper.

"Does everyody know what they're doing?" Demanded Eddie as they watched a group of three 3rd ward gang members talk to Dave and two unknown BSU members likely from Sunbelt.

"I've got no problem getting my goddamn hands dirty..." Stated Dechamp. "I never have and never will. I just want to make sure this thing is getting done after we take care of this for you. Cause I can't have anything tied back to me."

"You're getting paid and you're getting the guy you want dealt with. You have nothing to complain about..." Eddie turned pointing his .357 at the man and pulled the trigger causing him to jump but it made a dry click. "Not one..." Click...

"Single..." Click. He had pointed it at the other man before doing it.

"Thing..." Click.

"Dude! Knock it off!" Crued Dechamp.

Eddie snickered. "Just testing you. All right..." He loaded the Magnum with a speed loader and then barked, "Let's go!"

He emerged from the car crossing the street. One of the 3rd ward gangsters noticed him coming. "Yo! Yo!" He warned his homies and he went for the .380 in his waistband but Eddie had already fired a shot anticipating the recoil and the round went through the low grade body armor. The man fell bleeding from the chest. One of the BSU members from Sunbelt retrieved his Handgun faster, a Caucasian with skin that looked Mediterranean but really he was just from New Austin and naturally darker. He got one shot off but Eddie struck him in the clavicle artery.

Dechamp and Ruzek fired dispatching the remaining two 3rd ward gangsters with ease. Cooper, firing his Beretta M92F in one hand like a mad man in one hand and his Walther p99 in the other like a madman, dropped the other remaining BSU member with six shots in the chest and stomach. Davey managed to get off a shot at him and struck him in the right side of the chest. He took two rounds as Davey fired off a Glock 18. He fired forcing Dechamp and Ruzek forcing them to cover but not before Ruzek took one round in the right buttock and cried out. Dechamp fired from cover letting off seven rounds at Davey.

"Remember...he's wanted alive not dead..." Warned Eddie.

"You Nazi pricks are shitty shots and you go through ammo like sweaty clothes!" Growled Dave.

"We managed to kill your friends!" Shouted back Dechamp as he fired three over the side with his right hand. "And you're going through shots too, amigo!" Barked the AK member. Eddie ran out from cover between cars to take cover behind a parked gold Peyote and Dave let off a few at him. "To be fair there are four of you!" The BSU member shouted back. Dechamp reloaded and came back firing again letting off five rounds and he was met with a round courtesy of the Jewish American. He hit him in the right hip. Dechamp fell into cover but fired five more back at him.

"So let me guess! You assholes after the Romans?!" Shouted Dave as he ejected the magazine. "You don't want to be fucking with us right now! Those were low level drug dealers and some new recuits you just killed."

"Why do we need any alterior motive?!" Ruzek shouted back as he fired two shots back Dave's way. "Aint killing a kike for the sake of killing a kike good enough?!"

"I got you all pinned down!" He slapped the new magazine home. He stole a look around the side and saw Ruzek trying to limp to cover. "Gotcha..." He growled about to fire a fatal shot but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the side of his head followed by instant dizziness and the last thing he felt was blood running down the side of his head. As Eddie picked up; the unconscious BSU member and held the Magnum he had just used to pistol whip him. "My words exactly..."

It wasn't long before they had the BSU member in the trunk tied up and gagged.

Ivan

Eddie and the other white gang members forced him out of the trunk at gunpoint but he was gagged with a black bag over his head. Ivan turned to them. "Was there any bloodshed besides getting him here?"

"It's like you said it would be..." The AV dropout replied. "There was a few men with him but we made short work of them. Can't say he went easy. He shot a few of muh boys. Including the local yokel. But seeing as none of us are dead and all his friends are I'd say that's a win win."

"I suppose it coildn't be helped..." Vasily said with a sigh as he puffed on his Redwood. "These BSU idiots have become real pain in the ass. Now you go.."

Ivan nodded in agreement. "I wouldn't stick around if I was you. You can just go back to where you came from. Or anywhere else other than here."

"I think I'm gonna pass on that. I think I might like this state...they don't know who I am. Other states they got AV in the federal prisons. This state too I think. Not sure. Never reached out to anybody out here while I was on the inside. But I know the Kindred is who is out here and they only got one prison. This state aint got too many honest to God peckerwoods in the prison system. I've done my research on this state. Place like this the white inmates end up being victims. Unless they're with the Kindred but let's face it they're small potatoes compared to us."

This got a glare from Dechamp but he said nothing. "You could stay..." Ivan said. "But I advise against it. This isn't San Andreas. You have no power here. You're on your own. Even us in the Bravta. We're outsiders and wjhile we do have some numbers and the abiity to pull off American accents, Roman has the home advantage. We can only meet him on equal playing fields blending in with the locals but you can't. Your accent is distinctly west coast. Or lack there of. So are all your friends except him.." He pointed to Dechamp. "And it's more than likely somebody like him Marcus already knows who he is and if he doesn't he will."

"Ya'll can stay out here/..." Dechamp said to the peckerwood gang members from San Andreas. He turned to Eddie. "You wana survive in this state you gotta do whatever I say cause i know this state you don't."

"Yeah but between the few of us if they'd thrown us into the Sudan Penitentiary we could have made more warriors out of professional victims. Kind of a crying shame but I'd rather stay free myself. Still a nice thought. We could have done here in this state what the Vanguard did in San Andreas back in the 60's. Just a few to start and grow through nothing but brute force and intelligence."

Dechamp turned back to Ivan. "Besides..."He groaned with pain. "A deal is a deal. And now that I helped you with this ya'll gotta go after Locke."

Eddie nodded. "I got two Driftwoods that are just right for the job."

Central Los Santos

Grizz and Croak sat in the bed playing cards. They also had food from Burger Shot which they were eating. "Boy let me ask you something. You strapped?"

Croak just shrugged the question off. Grizz repeated it. "I asked you a question. Are you strapped?"

"Yeah. You don't know what it took to get you up in here! Look you and me been talking for weeks and i been hearing you least you could do is hear me out..."

"But igf the police catch you with it on you that's your ass and then me your moms your sister we can't leave the city as a family. We'd either have to stay behind and try and get you out which is me risking my dome even more or we'd have to leave you and you don't want that. Shit we don't want that youngsta."

"What I'm supposed to do, Grizz? I was trying to get you here and I did but niggas tried to pop me. If you think I'm supposed to just stand by and let that happen you wrong. Shit you wouldn't do it."

"Yeah but...you need to do better than I did..." Grizz said settling down dipping his fries in ketchup. "Look as hard as they could be there was a lot of things we coild have done in the 80' and 90's. Yeah, times were hard in the hood but a lot of people didn't see the angle we couldn't see a way out. Cause we wasn't looking ya feel me? This shit now that I'm trying to do is what I should have done in 92."

"Look the one time can't protect you they don't care that much they might got people in the halls but they aint care that much. If the Carson bitches roll on us who else is gonna keep them of of you?"

"I thought that was your homies?" Sneered Grizz.

'Man they were but now I aint even sure since I'm related to you. And you got Ball Sacks after yo ass cause of what you done did so I really gotta be on the lookout for both sides."

"So you can't go back to Crystal Heights?"

"Yeah...there aint nothing there for me now. The game got fucked up..."

"Not was always fucked up son...and it was a lot worse in my day. We didn';t have all this DNA eidence and fingerprint shit and cameras like today to the extent ya'll do. If you for real...it's goiod you get out while you can. Before you get a life sentence for some shit you may do."

"I've already done shit that could get me life. Maybe even death, pop/s. I aint afraid to admit I fucked up. Maybe if there's a God...he kept that from happening up until this point. Maybe the rest is on me...that's what mama was saying..."

"Your mama's smart..."

"But you wrong about one thing..." Stated Croak. "It aint worse back then it's worse now. Maybe niggas bodied each other more back then but that don't matter at least niggas didn't snitch as much back then as now. Even the rappers from your day...if they were well known as a snitch back then? They'd be done for. Now it's cool to be a snitch. You got homies getting caught up...niggas posting themselves doing dirt on Snapmatic. I might not have been no Treor Phillips but..I played the game smarter than that."

"That's good cause your generation...they're doing the same shit we did but dumber. And maybe...maybe you right. Maybe it is worse now. Ya'll don't have the body counts like we did but you get locked up more. And for less...I was watching some shit on the news...white cat...he was looking at LIFE...for a home invasion. And not even nobody dead. That's how fucked up our prison system is. We might got shit on lock more with the politics...but look at the sentences they hand down. Maybe niggas in other states think San Andreas is soft for not enforcing the death penalty in like ten years but...what we lack in death sentenceds we make up for in life sentences. It's bullshit...this aint the state I knew and loved no more. The hood aint the same. Everybody I knew back then is either dead in jail or they want me dead...there's nothing for me...there aint nothing for you either..."

"What about changing the hood for the better? Don't somebody gotta do that? We can't all move to the suburbs or back to the south..." The Carson Avenue gangster stated.

"Whoever is gonna make Strawberry a better place..is gonna have to be somebody that never got their hands dirty like we did. Somebody on the straight and narrow that's good for the community. Thing about redemption, son...just like we have to leave Strawberry to have a new life...to have a future...people like you and me also have to leave Strawberry for it to have a chance...we're bad men...that';s the honest truth. But it aint my fault or yours. But we got to turn it around...just like we deserve better than what Strawberry has to offer...they deserve a chance to have two less killers in that city...we're the mothefuckin plague, Croak. Do you see that? Your mama and your sister are good and we can only do better if we start being like them. But we're not good people..."

"Yeah..." Croak said softly. "I feel you..."

"I'm not judging you...I'm just telling it like it is..."

"What about that Russian motherfucker? You should let me dome him."

"Nah...he wants me gone by the time he gets back. I heard through the grape vine he's outta town. I'm still resting up. He's gonne be gone for a couple weeks what I hear that should be enough time for us to get out. He's gone and landed himself in a whole nother war. We need to stay out of it and get gone."

"Where he go to?"

"Loiusiana."

"Aint that where the fuck you was gonna take us?! At least to the starting point or whatever?"

"Yeah though maybe I was thinking Blackwater. Nobody there knows us either. Maybe even Dockington. But I know how the Boogeyman gets down. One way or another whatever he;s there to do should't take longer than two weeks He'll either finish off the head nigga in charge out there or he'll get capped himself. Either way...we can miss each other if we'te headed to Loiusiana at the same time he';s coming back to San Andreas."

"I don't know about all that..why that state? We should go to Dockington or somewhere farther out...maybe somewhere north like Liberty City./ I never wanted to go theere but maybe that's why we should."

"I have to check on...an old friend i helped escape him. Remember what I was telliong you...?"

"Yeah but...if he finds out you're there he'll find out she's there..."

"Maybe...maybe not..." Grizz replied. "It'll all depend on if the timing is right. And we get in the opposite cities at the right time.

Paul

He eyed Freddie Owl Child with anger in his eyes. "So now that wannabe Nero down there is waging a war with my friends and he has the IAA and Merryweather in his pocket? I didn't want to get involved and I can't right now but...you people should be doing something!"

"First of all, Roman isn't attacking Neto directly. Some of his friends were stupid enough to do that and they got spanked hard..."

"If by spanked you mean he lost an eye then yeah..."

"he didn't lose an eye it's damaged but he'll be able to see when he recovers. Besides he killed Lee Shen's girlfriend."

"That doesn't matter. They're still sticking their nose in LS business."

"What do you care?" Demanded Freddie. "You're not with Onda anymore you're an R Dub. This aint America. Any Vagos you see out here are a joke. Aztecas too."

"He's still the one friend I got from that sorry ass crew we had."

"What about Packie? He;s your blood. You can hate the white man all you want. Hate the Irish all you want but it's a little harder when you got one related to you and you';ve known him for years without knowing who he was."

"I don't have any plan on going back to prison and even if I did it'd be one of the pens out here wouldn't it? I can't do shit for Packie. He didn't get me outta prison. Even Neto didn't get me outta prison."

"That's right, asshole. Mai did. So she's your true friend."

"No, she's an oppurtunist that needs a job done. Just like everybody else in the IAA. I wouldn't have agreed to go after Tanaka if it wasn't for them putting Lucifer on the table."

"I'm gonna go ahead and call bullshit on that, junior. Yo might have loved Aila with all your heart but there's no fuckin way your fuck buddy comes before your mom..."

Paul threw a hard right catching Freddie off guard and he threw a left jab to the ribcage. He then went to kick the Blackfoot man but he caught his leg and followed up with a left jab to the face and he dunked Paul over. "You really wanna do this, kid?"

Paul answered with a hard right to the face. He drew blood from his lips and he tried to do a headbutt but Freddie moved his head back and he went onto his back and used his feet to lift paul up over him and send him crashing to the ground. Paul emerged from the ground with a roar as he had a scrape on his right cheek just under the scar where Lucifer had taken off his mole.

He headbutted Freddie in the stomach and followed up with a right blow to the side. Freddie grabbed him in a headlock and threw a hard jab to his open wound before kicking him in his other cheek. "Stay down K:or..." Freddie warned. "You're outclassed."

Paul kicked his legs out from under him but instead of pouncing on him, he got up and raised his fists but got in a defensive stance. Freddie got up laughing. "You don't know when to quit..."

"Neither did my old man. I get that from him. I don't stay down unless I'm dead or knocked out. No matter how banged up..."

"Look where that got him!" Freddie insisted as his grin faded. Paul shook his head. "I'm the one that gave him what he had coming. He took some losses in bar fights along with the wins. When he was losing he might grab a beer bottle and crack somebody over the head. Or his pistol. He'd pistol whip people when they weren't listening to him. I was lucky he didn't have it when I grabbed his Rifle. So yeah...a man who never stops fighting unless he's out cold or dead got the latter from somebody who is the same way. I'm not my father...but I am my father's son."

"Pride only gets you so far...boy..." Freddie told him. He didn't know if Freddie knew his father had called him that when he was young the way a lot of baby boomer parents did or if it was a coincidence but he almost came at him then and there.

"That's what you Agency motherfuckers don't get. You think you're all bad ass but none of you would have the balls to do what I did. That was something you can't PLAN...most of you might go and beat your dad';s ass knowing that you can now. But I did what none of you can do as adults...as a kid."

"Oh and I guess we should just give every fucked up kid a gun and say go be a spy?"

"No...probably not. But I'm the best weapon you got now. Not you. Not Miss-leather-pants-with-a-bob-cut, not Mai, not Karen. Because it's me you're asking to find Tanaka."

"And you haven't done that."

"I'm not even sure you want me to find him you just want me to kill him. You pieces of shit probably already know where he is. You'll just tell me when you're ready..." He turned around lowering his fists. Freddie came from behind grabbing him to try and get him in a full nelson but Paul predicted that he would. Just as Freddie had flipped him over the other way, Paul flipped him over from behind dunking him to the ground.

Owl Child's right leg shot up and beamed Paul in the face causing him to stagger back. His lips were bleeding now. Paul regained his stance. Freddie tried a punch but Paul beat him to his left foot forward, Paul hit him with a small jab of the left fist. It caught Owl Child on the chin. Owl Child's fist was still coming but Paul's left fist had only been to buy time for his right fist.

With his left fist being brought back, he struck with his right hand in the nose causing Owl Child's nose to twisted his right hip for extra speed and power. Owl Child staggered back but he got in his defensive brought his right knee up to the height of his hips before delivering a kick to Paul's groin. Paul cried out in agony, "GRAAHHHH!" As he fell over.

Freddie grabbed him by the hair and began to body him boxer style and before Paul could even get over the pain of the balls shot he was being pumbled by blow after blow. He felt the blows to the stomach and his face bled more. He drove a blind left elbow at Freddie and he knew he hit something. He got some distance.

Freddie threw a hard right punch but Paul blocked it with his right hand and he twisted counter clockwise on the ball of his right Child tried a left kick but Paul blocked with his right hand. He then threw Owlchild to the ground and the IAA agent hit the ground. Standing with his feet level, he took his right foot in front and to the left of his left foot resting the side of his foot on the floor. He allowed himself to fall to the right throwing his right arm to fall to the floor. This broke his fall and it took most of the force out of it.

Paul continued his onslaught trying for kicks to the face and groin but he brought his left knee forth to protect the groin and his hands to protect against face kicks. He grabbed Paul's right kick all though his left hand hurt as Paul kicked back two of his fingers the index and middle and it had made a sickening pop. He popped the fingers back in place screaming out.

.Owl Child put his right foot in front of his left and with his right hand he put it on his foot and tucked his chin to his rolled along his right arm and shoulder. He landed with his left knee on the ground while his right knee was up./ He came up with his right foot and twisted counterclockwise and was facing Paul

He kicked Paul in the chest winding him and as he tried to get up, he began to do his own onslaught of blows from his right hand and kicks. Paul fell over and Owl Child got him in a headlock. "It's time for you to go to sleep...when you wake up I'll be gone. Maybe next time...we can continue where Tanaka left off teaching you. You're good...but you're not that good..."

"You mother...fa..." Paul gasped trying to fight back but Owl Child blocked every flailing elbow and kept his hold iron tight. He went down.

By the time he woke up, his head was pounding. As promised, Owl Child had left. He looked and noticed his shirt was off. He looked and saw that the white shirt had writing on it. It said, Look on your chest. Use the side mirror of the car.

"What an asshole..." Paul growled looking in the mirror at his chest. He had written, We'll pick this up some other time. All your stuff is still on you except your phone. That's in the car. It's a little cracked but that's your fault. I'll pass along what you told me about what was done in the south.

He was getting tired of doing any work whatsoever with Freddie Owl Child. He hated the IAA and wanted to be done with them forever. On top of this, his second cousin was on trial for capitol murder and looking at death row. He wanted to use whatever strings he could to help had no sentimentality for the man he leared what his cousin even though he had no role in wronging him in any way but he felt he could be an ally in the coming war that he, Neto and Ivan would eventually wage on the IAA. The simple fact was, he knew that the IAA would try and kill him once he got Tanaka and that was why he figured it would be best to get Lucifer before getting Tanaka.'

He got a call on his cell phone. It was Ace. "Yeah? What's up?"

"Hey! I need your help homie...I';m fuckin shit faced...and I'm in the city...and I think one of these cops is gonna arrest me for public intoxication! Can you come get me?!'

"Why the fuck wouldn't you hail a cab? Better yet why not call Shep?"

"Shep would fuckin kill me for this shit! And I don't have any cash on me, bro! I'm outta money."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't let you just get arrested again? You just got out and you're already getting fucked up in public like an idiot. Anahu wasn't doing that when he got out! He's been laying low."

"What can I say p...Paul..I'm a realer gangster than he is...look even if Shep beats my ass he'd want to be able to do it himself...not let you let another soldier get lost up in the system...I'm over on Queen Street. By the Bean Machine..bus stop..."

"He has a dad in prison doing life. If he'd let that happen I'm sure he'd let a drunk like you get left in there. But whatever just stay there I'll be there when I can. You fuckin owe me...I already got your ass outta there with no charges."

He hung up and got into a stolen gray Cognesetti and began to drive to the city. He put the radio station to 102.5 The Axe and the song Disciples Of The Watch by Testament played. He thought about all that he had done over the years. He didn't think it was all worth it. He hadn't thoght the war with the Angels of Death had been worth it. Not worth Aila dying but now it seemed like he was just an eternity away from ever catching Lucifer.

Tanaka as well, might as well have been a million miles away. He was so tired of it all and yet he didn't know how to stop. It seemed like this would all be going on forever and yet the end had to be close but he could see no end in sight. He pulled up to see both Ace there. "Hey, bro! I appreciate this fuckin shit..."

"It's not like I had a choice. If you get killed by some Dead Beats out here and I had a chance to stop it from happening and didn't I'm dead."

"We both know that's bullshit homie...you could kill him if you wanted to. Shit you could be the ones running things. You got more experiments,..than Sheepard does..." Paul almost burst out laughing at his mispronunciation of Shepard. Sheepard...goddamn I'm gonna have to remember that one.

He smirked and said, "That's where you're wrong, bro. Shepard might not have any miltary skills but he's like R Dub royalty just like his dad. It's funny cause his dad was more of a career criminal than mine but he was a better person and he stays locked up while mine got to be out on the streets. I know karma doresn't exist and the law doen't work or I wouldn't have had to take care of it. I aint like my Rakeni'ha. I don't need to control everybody. My leadership skills aren't all that."

"Yeah but your...dad was...ah shit man I'm fucked iup you're making me think too hard..."

"You don't even think right when you're sober, idiot!"

Just then his cell phone rang. "Who is this? This better not be a fuckin telemarketer..."

It was Little Joe. "Ya know..you Syndicate bitches are pretty gay, man. Driving a purple car?!"

"Joe?!" Paul asked. "What's going on, man? What happened?"

He heard blows and Joe crying out in pain. "We said shut up you little fucker! We got you now! Shep better pay or we'll be sending you pieces of him!"

"Are you sure that's what you're after?" Joe asked. "I mean we're headed east on Rochester..."

"Why you calling out directions?!" Growled a gang member. "Did you check him for phones?"

"Yeah...I got it and tossed it..."

Paul's heart starteed beating. He realized Joe had a burner on him. Ace asked, "What...?" Paul held up a finger to his lips.

"I'm just saying...first you were going east on Rochester now you're going north on Belmont. You know that's a fag neighborhood right? You trying to go bar hopping out there? Cause I swing both ways I'm cool but you guys look like you're just completely gay..." He was punched again.

"Just keep going until you see rainbow flags, homie!" Joe called out. "You'll be right at home with your people! Two spirits! Two something, enit?" A deeper voiced Tribal Syndicate member growled, "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUK UP! GAG THIS MOTHERFUCKER!" Paul told Ace, "Gimme your phone..." He was going to use his Trackify app to find Joe.

He just hoped it wouldn't be too late.

Somewhere In Louisiana

The United Liberty contact was pouring water over the head of Thire, and an IAA agent was also applying jumper cables to Tup.

Mark had the bag taken off his head. He had been snatched up two hours ago with a bag over his head. "What the fuck do you want from me?!" The United Liberty contact lit a cigarette. "Do you know who I am?"

Mark sneered. "Yeah...I know who you are...and if you wanted me and my people dead I would be so get to the point..."

"I don't care what IAA agent you stick your prick in. Or FIB agent. And I don't care what little arrangement you have with Devlin. Your little act was illegal. And I don't just mean hey you're going to prison illegal. I mean domestic terrorist illegal."

"And what about Neto? He did this same kind of damage..."

"Last time I checked Neto didn't use Merryweather to attack civilians."

"You expect me to believe you give a shit about the working class people in that neighorhood? What's done is done...and Ana and Devlin aint gonna like that you did this shit. If you're putting a hurt on them why not me?'

"Because you're still more useful to us alive and healthy than maimed or dead but you're not unreplaceable. I had a guy that worked for me about eight years ago. He was a lot more deadly than you and he wasn't irreplacable. He retired but if I wanted to I could have him and his whole family taken out..." The IAA UL contact grabbed him by the chin. "Make no mistake, Roman. Your little strawberry shortcake piece of ass may convince you that you still have good in you but I've faced evil before and you are pure evil. In many ways you're worse than the Saint Of Death. She may be too dumb to see it ut you know it/. And Ana Chan knows it. You know why she doesn't care? Because she's trash too."

"Why don't you take these ropes off motherfucker and we can see who is what?"

"Oh yes I'm sure you'd do something scary. And I know you think Devlin is the man but I can promise you he isn't. He's a figurehead. I'm the man that REALLY gets things done."

"We'll see about that..." Mark growled.

"Hey idiot..." The United Liberty Contact said, "I'm gonna go ahead and do you a favor. It won't be much of one because you aren't going to get the answer as to who really killed your wife but it wasn't Cruz. You just ventilated an entire family for nothing."

"Bullshit..." Karen chuckled walking up to him.

"Think about it, Marcus. What good does us lying about him being the wrong man do us now? Or you? We already know who really killed your girlfriend, your father, your sister...and you don't. And Ana doesn't either. Even Devlin doesn't know. The question you may want to ask yourself is...does Mai know?"

"Yeah right...next thing you'll tell me Ivan and Neto do know."

"Oh they don't. They're out of the loop. But out of that merry little band I let one many know who killed her and the best part is? You're not getting anywhere near him. And even if you could he wouldn't help you he has no reason to."

"Why should i believe a word you say?"

"Do you feel satisfied? Do you feel in your heart and your gut that your vengeance has been settled? Or are you conflicted? You haven't done anything. Cruz was your enemy to be sure but you've been played like a fiddle. You were supposed to go after Afghanistan but instead you invaded Iraq there, Joe Lawton! And now you have no choice but to see it through. You think you're a king but you're a pawn."

"And what that makes you the chess player?"

"No. I'm the man who places his bet on which chess player wins..."

"Then you better bet on me..."

"I'm rich enough to not care about the money and rather to just bet for the sport of it. Your little stunt just copst Merryweather a lot of money on the stock market. I know that most of the dead got cleaned up but some got left behind and now because of you..." He flicked the side of Mark's nose which made him shake in his chair violently and growl causing the older man to smile, "Your little stunt just compromised Merryweather's new deal at being able to operate on American soil. So now they have to go back to the shadows. If your guys had done it smart and not taken any casualties we might not be having this conversation."

"So you expect me to be responsible for them when they got all that extra training?"

"Merryweather recruits from men and women who were already in the military. Have you seen a lot of these battles in the middle east? Even the average grunt on the ground is a far superior soldier to these religious nutjobs over there. They take down armies over there and the ones you sent lost a lot of soldiers to a bunch of cholos."

"Some gangsters have ex military in their shit. Are you done?"

"You're lying, man!" Thire growled. "You don't know who did it!"

"Oh I'll prove it right now...Michelle?" He turned to Karen. "Why don't you tell Jill here exactly who was responsible for shooting up his wedding?" She whispered in her ear. Mark's eyes were on her. "And if you tell anybody...we'll have your father killed. That's our proof that we know. You want to find out who you have to keep playing the game. Otherwise you'll never know. We can get to her father at any time."

"No..." Jill said. Karen punched her and knocked her unconscious. "That's enough out of you."

"You have two options. You can try and seek out one of the two remaining members of the Motley crew that isn't Neto or Ivan though one of them is on trial for capitol murder. We're not saying we told him we're not saying we didn't but crazier things have happened. So you could try and go out of state to find out one way or another but your soldiers would be without their leader and it might not be worth your time. You could also take your chances at not trusting Mai and you could do surveillance on her since even if she did know she wouldn't be able to tell you because of who she answers to. Her being an agent may lead you to distrust her but on the other hand if she finds out you've been after her she may never trust you again."

Karen rubbed a hand through the unconscious Jill's hair. "And we'll be keeping a close eye on this one...if she tells anybody we won't just kill her father. We'll kill her too."

"So what are you saying? These motherfuckers are allowed to make war on me but I can't do it back?"

"You can make war on whatever gang you want but if you target civilians again or use explosives like that in any way that results in collateral damage we'll kill you. We'll bring the thunder bolts down. You're a Spartan, Marcus but I am Zeus. I decide your fate."

"Neto fuckin caused collateral damage!" Growled Jimmy but he was hit again with the jumper cables and he screamed.

"He doesn't intentionally target children. Neto is an animal and when we're good and ready we're going to kill him..."

"So I see what this is about...you bitches want things to be the status quo. You got no problem with murdering and maiming innocents and non innocents alike if the state does it but if I do it it's a problem? You should be doing this to Santa Muerte. He's the one that hates America he's the one that's bombed America."

"An honest enemy is better than a fake friend. You've killed cops just like he has. You just happen to be screwing one. And let me tell you something. You're not getting a happy ending. Not for you. You can get one for your friends if you play ball with whatever Devlin and Ana ask you. And anything we need directly will go through Mai but you'll never know if it's their side of the company or our side asking. We'll let all of your brothers and your women survive. At least those that will be alive after your little war. But you are going to die someday. It could be in a year. It could be in ten years. Maybe twenty. You might get a little bit of age but one day when you least expect it you'll be ended."

He leaned in and said, "You know what it is I don't like about Devlin and Ana and you? You're not subtle. You make too big a noise and people start sniffing. Now people are bleeting about Merryweather. If your goal was to turn America against these Latin street gangs congratulations you just did the opposite. In New Arcadia and the rest of the state sure they love the Romans. But in the rest of America they're seeing Louisiana as a backward state."

"What else is new? We don't give a fuck about anybody else's opinion..."

Karen chuckled. "Yeah tell that to all the criminal refugees that housed your sorry asses. Back in 2005 a lot of people took you even though you New Arcadians are a bunch of unhygienic inbreds."

"What northern state are you from, bitch? I bet it's one of those ones near the border nobody lives in. Can't be Liberty State. Nah you got a west coast accent but you IAA bitches are real slick."

She raked her fingernails against his chest and drew blood. "Ah! What the fuck!"He growled, "If you didn't have me tied up I might have to fuck you up. Equal rights and lefts feel me?"

She dipped her finger in his blood and sucked on it. "The fuck..?!" He growled. "You sick bitch!"

"Tastes just like Cajun fries..." She said with a twisted smile.

"They're sending in the FIB after you. Trueblood will do what she can but you can't just make a noise like this and not expect feds. They're gunning for you now."

"And let me guess they're not for Neto right?"

"Actually they are. There's somebody in his inner circle that has snitched on him. So the feds are combing the streets of Los Santos looking for him. Seven Aztecas gt sweeped up just to be questioned about where he is."

"Even if they get him he'll just wreak havoc on the streets from inside. You cops never had a problem shooting us or them. Why wait to shoot him?"

"They will when they get the chance..his story is almost over. He had a bloody reign but let me tell you...the Aztec empire fell...so did the Roman Empire..."

"Man just cut that bullshit. Say what you really mean..."

"I've already told you the terms. You kill anymore children or civilians I'm going to kill those closest to you. Ana's not above reproach. You think we've never killed a fellow agent? I can get her a burn notice easily. Devlin could easily be disposed of. The question is what would hurt you more? The black haired one? Or the redhead?"

"Fuck you!" Mark growled. He grabbed his chin again and Mark tried to bite him but his reflex was fast.

United Liberty Contact said, "We're going to take your friends home. You on the other hand are going for a ride."

They put the bag over his head again. "Guys! Stay strong!" He roared and he heard Jimmy, Thire and Tup as well as Ren screaming as they zapped some and waterboarded others.

He felt himself being put in a a vehicle and he heard the helicopter taking off. He felt dizzy being without sight. It was all he could do to not fall down. "The BSU has ties to leftist organizations...!" Screamed the United Liberty Contact. "San Fierro. We know what your friends are doing. You ever go near any of them it'll be the end of your friends. You just keep being the useful pawn and do whatever Devlin and Ana tells you. But you really belong to me! I'm the king!"

He took his bag off his head. "Look at that...beautiful New Arcadia...I'm showing you all you don't own, Marcus. I own it..." Mark saw that the contact had a ski mask on as did the others in the chopper. "What is this shit? The temptation ofChrist motherfucker? Saying this could all be mine if I just play ball? put me in a cell and you in a cell and see who survives longer!"

"You're the Devil in this analogy, Mark. I'm more powerful than you just like Jesus was more powerful than Satan. At least in that story..." Mark noticed as the flew from away from Bourbon Street they were soon in the 3rd ward. They began flying low. "Tell me Marcus..." He said as the bag was put back over his head. "Are you familiar with Pinochet?"

"Yeah. I studied history..." In truth, the BGA had made him learn about it as they were a leftist group and wanted him to know about anti communist brutality just as much as the objective truth that communists were brutal. They taught him both sides.

"Well then you know about his free helicopter rides. You commies love free things. Have a free helicopter ride on me!"

"No!"Mark growled. "You said you weren't gonna kill me!"

"I said I would kill you when you wore out your usefulness!" He felt something placed in his hands. It felt like a book. "No more civilians. No more girlfriends and children. Actually scratch that. Kill all the girlfriends you want if they're gang affiliated but no civilians. That thing that happened to your family was bad but it can always be worse. When it's me who comes after yo, youu'll have nobody to console you because they'll be dead."

"You think you IAA dicks can just push around who you want?!" Mark screamed. "You think you can't be touched?!"

"Oh please be as stupid as I think you and try and send Merryweather after us. That'll last about ten minutes."

"Aint what I heard about the IAA plaza..." ,Mark stated. It had officially been covered up as something else in the news but he had read conspiracy theories from 2013 and he thought the official story smelled fishy.

"That was the FIB versus us versus them. Of course there's gonna be casualties..." He sneered. "Guess what Mark? I got shot back then and I didn't die..."

"Sounds like the wrong man for the job took his worst shot."

"Men like you and Neto disgust me. We'll be dealing with that socialist terrorist too. We just want to make sure it's the next time he's in Mexico. Speaking of? I don't care what havoc you wreak in Mexico, Haiti the middle east on civilians but in America? They call it American EXCEPTIONALISM for a reason. Now. Che? Time for a free helicopter ride..." He pushed him out of the helicopter and Mark screamed but he had the wind knocked out of him as he hit the surface faster than he should have. He used his tied hands to pull the bag off. He saw the book. It was the book Red Dead 2 by Jack Marston. He opened the cover and saw writing.

It read, History repeats itself like a ripple.

Mark got the feeling he wanted him to read it but this was the story of John Marston while the first book that was just titled Red Dead was about Arthur Morgan which Mark had read before. He looked with anger to the sky as the helicopter flew away. He was on the roof of one of the housing projects of the 3rd ward.

"Yo Mark! You good?!" Asked a 3rd ward goon.

"Don't just stand there, motherfucker. Get me a ladder.." He commanded.

2 Hours Later

Lee had heard what had happened and as Thire, Ren, Jimmy, Jill and Tup rested from the IAA torture, he asked Mark, "So, Jill knows now?'

"I don't know. It could be true what they told her. It could be a power play, brother. Maybe they give her the names of who they say really did this just to fuck with me but I don't know for sure what they say is legit and if they really got eyes everywhere like they say then they must have her phones tapped. They could be testing her to see if she calls their bluff but if she tells me and I act on it they could kill her and I know the Agency could get somebody in the pen too."

"Then maybe for now she should stay close,Gēgē...don't let her use the phone or the internet if she needs entertainment while she's recovering she can watch TV like the old days before the internet..." He sighed. "This shit with Ernesto is too deep. It's..it's fucked up."

"Gēge? What's that mean?"

"Older brother. We're not biological brothers but we're the most like brothers anyone could be."

"Got it..." Mark said. "You picking up on Chinese?"

"Yeah from my time in San Andreas. I just got us some allies. They'll be on our side..." Lee had a gloomy look oin his face. "It was nice out there. Not that I don't wanna be here but..."

"It shouldn't be..." Mark stated. 'You lost Luna in Los Santos..."

"That was LS. I was in Cineza. But this shit that happened here...was way worse and I needed time to not have to think as much about it. Not have it be in my face."

"It happened to me!" He barked. "And all that got killed. You saw how they did Link dirty! There aint no running from it. Not now not ever!"

"It's not that, bro. It;'s...sometimes just being away from the whole fuckin situation helps me think. And I'm still working on shit. We're not gonna let these assholes win. And if Neto comes I can't wait to shove my shotgun up his ass. But i'll feed him his fuckin eye first."

"Well we got another problem..." Mark said with a breath as he calmed down. "We're not about to press Jill to get an answer out of her. I did see her man around here and I've been hearing word around here that he's been out here more than a few times but he's managed to not run into her. Almost like that's on purpose. What they got me thinking about is what they said about telling one of the Motley Crew about it. They said they didn't tell Ivan or Neto. And they said Mai..."

"I can find out if it was Mai. Give me some time alone with her and I will..." Lee said.

Mark chuckled. "Look, I aint a woman so I can't tell you how good you are but she's an IAA agent. She might have feelings for you but if her training depends on it she's not about to tell you."

"We'll see..." Lee shot back, undeterred.

"But the other two..it's either Paul or it's that Irish gangster Packie."

"It probably is Packie..."

"It's probably Paul..." Mark said. "He's the IAA agent he's the one connected to the rest of them."

"You saying Packie isn't?" Asked Lee.

"Yeah but not like Paul. He's the one that was their roommates all that time. Packie only knew Paul. Plus...they're cousins. Not first cousins but they are cousins..."

"You're shitting me. How'd you find that out?" Demanded Lee.

"Ana got a hold of his DNA results. With these DNA companies they use them to match DNA and they'll catch killers that way. They caught that serial killer out in San Andreas that way off a DNA test. And with the both of them being killers who have done time they can find out. So no I don't think it's McReary. Why do you think it would be?"

"It's not as obvious a reason..." Lee said. "But they did say he's nice and safe where you can't get to him whichever one it is, right? You can't just get to where they're holding him."

"Yeah. And they want me to think that which is probably why it is Paul. He's the one they didn't say anything about it being hard for me to get at him. They just said that things would be dangerous here if I left. It doesn't make sense for it to be Packie. I know the Agency COULD get a message to Packie but the question is why would they? I don't think Paul and Jill ever did a job together but they were still both affiliated with Mai so they probably did know about each other."

"Yeah but if it's Packie think about it. He really wouldn't know or care who Jill is. And he wouldn't give a shit about you either. So let's assume that they told him too and maybe they did or maybe they didn't tell him that there's a woman out there that knows the same thing he does. I'm betting they didn't tell him. But if they did he's got less reason to care that they might hurt Jill's family if one of them spills the beans."

"You're thinking this through too hard that's my job..." He stated. "It wouldn't matter if Packie tells about it. They only told Jill they'd kill the people she cares about if she tells. Paul wouldn't care about her well being either. And he wouldn't care about what happened to my...to my wife..." He said the last word being hard for him to say. "But neither would Packie. But he doesn't have a reason to be against me either."

"You're not worried about him are you?" Lee asked. Mark waited a few moments before answering. "No. If he comes down here we';ll be ready and if he brings those half cocked excuses for gangsters he's friends with we'll send them home in body bags. Him, I'd feed to the gators because that asshole hasn't been here but one thing I've noticed about all these bitches that are cool with Neto is they all seem to hate Louisiana and I don't see him being any different. So maybe his soul will be trapped here forever..."

"I don't know..." Lee stated. "If your soul has to stay where your body is maybe when a gator takes a shit the water will eventually go to the Mississippi river and it could send him back his way north..."

For the first time since Courtney died, Mark laughed. When he finished he said, "But I do wonder what's keeping him. I haven't met the man but Task has. And Ana has. I don't...I don't like that he's seen her."

"He can't hurt her. Come on..."

"Don't underestimate anybody, brother. Neto, even being throgh all he has with the cartel the Aztecas, the military shouldn't have ever in a million years been able to take Ana on in that fight...in fact next time I see her I need to ask her that. How she could lose to him. It's not a criticism. I just don't know how he caught her off guard. I've heard her account of the fight and it still doesn't make sense."

"Yeah..you may wanna cue me in on that too then, me? Cause I don't know how I got him either that way. Took his eye...I'm not proud of that fight even though it was the first time I won against him. It came at too high a cost."

"Yeah maybe...but all you needed a bottle to win that fight. With me it took an airplane crash and a gator. So for now you should feel more bad ass than me..."

"Well I don't. Luna's gone..."

"You still got Mai if you want her.."

"You still got Ana. And Allison."

"Yeah but what we all said was true they can never really be with me not really. With Mai the whole world is out there. It's complete freedom. She's not married. And she'll throw you a threeway too if that's what you want."

Liberty City

Freddie Owl Child got into a limousine. "You rang?" Devlin told him, "We got a problem. An information leak. That asshole Bernard. He kidnapped Marcus Roman and some of his crew. I know it's not your mission but you are aware of what is going on. Mai has told you as much."

"That she has. Not about this but about their little pissing match with a sicario. It's cute..." The Blackfoot Indian agent stated.

"I know you're more used to working with Benard but I'm the one in charge. Not him. I want you to find out whether or not Paul knows about what happened to Roman's family.'

"I can find out or try to but he keeps it close to the chest. Right now he should be back on the rez just doing business as usual."

"For now, that's good. If he knows, find out but it's better if he's staying put. We can't have him going down south to start problems. We've got enough issues with Azarov and Nikal."

"Then why don't you kill them?" Asked Freddie.

"Are you kidding me? And start an international incident? With one he's an FSB agent so I'd have to make it look like a murder which we can do but a man with skills like Azarov won't be easy to take down without a Sniper Rifle. But that'll be harder to convince the FSB that it wasn't one of us."

"Why not the Chechans? He did enough damage to them. Why not just use a Barett? It seemed to work well enough down in New Arcadia. I'm never going to that shitty city."

"You're from Montana. Would you prefer for us to have snow imported so you can feel freezing and at home?"

"What do you want, Devlin?"

"To finish my point. Then I'll tell you what you're going to do. With the Saint of Death if he dies the Zapatistas attack America and then we have an insurgency problem and have to invade Mexico. We can't have that. Even if the Mexican government did cooperate. You know why the Mexican American government worked so well? Back then you had tribes that were pissed off against Mexico willing to scout against them and those that were considered American citizens were just men that looked like me but mostly? It's because there were no cameras back then. If things had been televised back then the way they are now the world might have turned on us. And even if they don't attack America they'd attack Mexican government buildings and that would still make international business slow."

"So then have a 'robber' just approach like they're after their wallet but put two in their heads. That's the problem with these idiots they send after your man..." Owl Child said not just about Neto and Ivan but Marcus as well. "You get too many monologuing thugs making threats. Letting the guy get in close instead of shooting. Just shoot don't talk."

"There's going to be more trouble down there and my wife is going to get involved. I can't help it. Marco and Charlie will be down there too...and while I can't entirely be sure of what went on with Mai if she knows who killed Marcus Roman's wife she's still one of us for now. If they're down there so are you."

"Ehhh Marco and Charlie I missed those guys..." Owl Child said with a chuckle. "Couple of sociopaths after my own heart. But they're not purists. They chose to be mobsters and gangsters before you got your hooks into them. If they were true sociopaths they would have joined the Agency straight away."

"They're not official smart ass. They're assets. You know that."

"So you want me to back Mai up?"

"Yes. I would think you'd be happy to see your unofficial girlfriend."

"Hey I don't get attached. What about you? You're screwing some other woman. Does it make you any less of a cuckold just because you cheat on her when she's cheating on you?"

"I've never sampled Ms Thu but perhaps I should sometime since you're not attached. I still hold the power in that relationship. Ask yourself...which one of us stepped out on the other first?"

"I don't know and I don't care. We don't say hardly two words to each other each mission we do. Your wife is a bit awkward with guys from the rez."

"Are you insinuating she's prejudiced? Because I can assure you that's not the case. And she's never had a hard time conveying what she expected out of them."

"Not at all. But she doesn't understand the finer nuances of people like myself or the boy from Cedar Ridge. They might have gotten to know each other but I'm telling you that's two populations that barely talk to each other. Even in cities. With Adayh she could use a little bit more nuance. Or just hang back. These are just options."

"I'm sure somebody like you more than makes up for that..."

"Yeah that's because I'm an agent. The average man from my hometown will never go the places I've gone. Then again, you, your wife, you may speak a lot of languages but I'm glad you don't speak Lakota or Pikuni."

"No but I'm sure you taught Mai. Maybe she can teach Ana and Ana can teach me."

"You'd assume wrong. We're not joined at the hip Devlin, I think I'd just cut out the middle woman and fuck you. Hell Then we can see if that wedding ring your wife doesn't wear is up your ass before I go balls deep. Maybe she didn't take it off because she's cheating on you maybe that's just where it is..."

"You got a lot of balls talking to me that way..." Devlin stated. "But you're nothing if not funny. As a matter of fact, Fred, other than if you're going to go see Mai, you shouldn't make contact with anybody in New Arcadia. When the shooting starts, you make sure you got a Barett to use. Maybe you and Lee can go halvsies on Mai.".. The IAA leader stated with a sneer.

Owl Child ignored the remark. "Marcus Roman, Lee Shen, it's enough that I met Task when me, your wife, Paul and Mai took out those Nazis. You're welcome by the way. I don't work with amatuers. And compared to me, they're amateurs. Task was a hot mess."

"Seems he got the job done..."

"What can I say...I like Paul cause he's from Canada just like half my cousins. Task is all right cause he's from the Midwest. Marco and Charlie are all right too. But I'd prefer to not work with southern trash."

"I can't blame you there. But Task does have a good friend down there that has helped him. If Paul is somebody you keep alive up north you're going to keep Task alive too. At least for this upcoming war. You don't have to worry about the others."

"No because by taking care of them I take care of them."

"Maybe. But Mark can always die in this war. If that happens I won't be at fault. And Ana can't blame me."

"Oh but she will...you're a miserable bastard, Devlin I'm surprised she hasn't blown your fuckin brains out already."

Devlin leaned in. "Your dry sense of humor is getting old. Get out."

"Sure thing. I'm gonna continue to have fun in the city though until you need me."

"That will be sooner than you think."

"Just as long as I get to hang back. I'll work with Paul. I'll work with Mai but that's about it. You know I like to work alone otherwise. The more people there are the messier it gets. It's one thing your ball and chain knows who I am and that Marco and Charlie do. The Romans don't need to. Task does that can't be helped. But I'm not getting directly involved with the BSU. I don't need to know a bunch of children."

"What's the matter don't like punk rock?" Chuckled Devlin.

"Sure. But west coast, hell even Libertonians do it better than people from Waston. The west coast has gangs like the Suicidals. And Liberty City? They got the Heebee Jeebees. The BSU lacks real substance. They're a gang that can't decide what it wants to be and even their music taste is all over the place."

"We'll be in touch..." Devlin said shutting the door of the limo.

He walked out. He got out and sat on a bench after walking three blocks. Owl Child sat and looked down at a picture on his phone. One was of himself with a Blackfoot woman with hazel eyes and yellowish light skin and a big cheek to cheek smile and their three kids. Two daughters and a son his oldest daughter was nineteen the next down was twelve and their son was nine.

He also flipped to another picture of a young man which he had taken off Life Invader. The young man had medium brown skin and short black hair and a mustache and slanted eyes. He was of Blackfoot and Vietnamese ancestry though he looked Mexican and Vietnamese except that he was six feet tall and he was 20 and in college and had a picture of himself with a blunt and many likes from his friends. They had only reconnected a few years ago. Freddie chuckled.

He wasn't anybody's idea of your typical father. He did try to be there for his kids and his relationship with the woman from his hometown reservation was complicated. He was no longer involved with the mother of his son that he met first and with his oldest his relationship was more like that of an uncle than a father but he did pay the kid's college.

He looked at the pedestrians walking by unaware what people like him and Devlin did for a living.

Ivan

He stood in a hotel room with none other than his sister and brother. He had only seen each of them a couple of times since being back in the states. "What is it this time, Ivan?" Asked his brother.

"I've found out where our father is. He is still alive. After all this time he is still alive."

"What are you going to do?" Paige demanded. "I'm a US senator I can't have you doing anything on US soil."

"It's in international waters. Just like where one of our enemies had been taken by Merryweather."

"Merryweather shouldn't exist..." Paige stated. "Even if I didn't know the truth about...you know...our real heritage...I would think that."

"Of course..." Ivan stated. "I don't know if we've done worse things or them. Bt we've been around longer and at least we have done some good. They can't even pretend they have. They don't do what they do for country. It's money. And we can still be held accountable. So can the Agency. They can't. America's idea of spanking them is making sure that they don't do what they do on American soil anymore."

"You'd rather they did?" Asked Henry.

"My point is little brother, out in the rest of the world nothing changes. Merryweather is still set loose upon it like a dog with rabies. A pitbull with rabies. This is worse. Pitbulls jaw locks. They aren't stupid enough to invade Russia...but the truth is...this isn't my first enconter with them."

"Some of those earlier deaths of Merryweather agents back in 2013. Was that you?" Asked Paige.

"To a point but others have done far worse to them. And I meant that I had seen them out in the rest of the world. In the Ukraine. In Chechnya. Places America had no business being. And I have killed them."

"What were they doing in Eastern Europe?" Asked Henry.

"Arms deals of all things..." Ivan stated. "Even if there are coutries like ours where it is not safe to invade such as Russia they will send out Merryweather."

"If you're absolutely sure about this...then go and get him out..." Paige said. "But make sure it can't be traced back to you. Or us."

Ivan id them farewell and began to drive south towards Hawick. He pulled the dark red Infernus, just one of many cars he had bought, over. He began tie his arm with a rubber band after heating up a spoon. The heroin was black tar. Truly shitty heroin. Nothing like what he had sold in Liberty City. This, he had copped from a G Bone at a swap meet. He injected it into his veins in his right arm.

He had started using recently to not think as much about what had happened to Kuma and his son. They were dead and buried now and his family was back in Ethiopia not out of desire but nessecity. They needed to get away from what happened. The reminder of it. Multiple arrests had been made by the feds because of what was done in that shootout. Grisha was still in charge but now he had less of an organization to work with.

Armenian Pride was still in the game but they'd been hit hard over the years themselves due to rivalries with other gangs and police sweeps. Ivan had been using heroin to sleep and cocaine to stay awake to to on jobs.

Grisha had Ivan brought to him. "I am not going to kill you. I owe you. You fought against Petrovic's men with bravery. But you still did a lot of damage. I can make your life difficult if I have to."

"Grisha, I'm not afraid to kill you if I have to."

"You do that and you can never see Natashs again. You would have to spend your life looking over your shoulder."

"What do you want, Grisha?"

"This doesn't have to happen now but it needs to happen soon. My father was in the right with allying with the Ballas. We are having to choose between a long time ally and a newer ally. When my father and I were at war with each other the Markovich Family was secure in some ways because we still had my allies in Carson Avenue and father allied with the other side."

"So you have to cut one loose?"

"I am not saying that we have to be at war with all of them but Carson Avenue is not panning out. We can always make allies with a different Families neighborhood but Carson Avenue is a problematic set. They have far too many enemies."

"This from the man who has a side deal with Marabunta?" Sneered Natasha.

"With them our deal is still secured as long as we don't dealwith the Aztecas. That was already the case. We have no use for second tier street gangs. "

"I don't know about that..." Ivan said. "The Aztecas are on the move and their operations have made it so that now they are the largest Southern San Andrean Latin gang to earn money for La Onda. They've surpased Marabunta and the Vagos aren't any one barrio."

"Maybe not but they are more powerful than the Aztecas. As for Carsomn Avenue they have not bought weapons from us for a long time."

Three Days Later

He had Davey's hands cuffed behind his back and the cuffs were hooked to a chain. He was suspended from the ceiling and all of his weight was bearing down on his arms and shoulders. He could see the BSU member was in a world of pain. Both Ivan and Vasily began to punch him. In the stomach, in the ribs, in the back, in the face. Ivan followed up with kicks. Within thirty seconds Davey's face was bloodied and beaten, cuts all over his nose, above and under his eyes, and on his cheeks.

"Is that all you got?!" Taunted the BSU member as he bled. "Whatever you do to me is nothing...compared to the hell Mark is going to put you through..."

"We havevn't even begun yet, boychik...don't get too optimistic just yet..." Warned Vasily.

"You're going to hang there..." Ivan explained. "And it will be hell by the time we do let you down. This method is something we call the Swallow. It was something we picked up during the war in Ukraine."

They had Davey attached to a lever now. They began to attach the chains to a pul;ley system. He was being stretched medevil style but Vasily also had rubber truncheons, bottles filled with water and began to beat him targeting his kidneys. "ARGHHHHHHH!" Davey screamed as he was beaten again and again. "You Americans are pathetic. No tolerance for pain..." Sneered Vasily. "You should try Siberian prison!"

He coughed blood. He pissed blood. His eyes were blinded by tears. He was missing seven of his front teeth from when they had punched and kicked him.

He was seated in a chair chained to the floor. ands and arms are tied under the chair with handcuffs. A respirator is put on his head and the respiratory tube is closed. A prisoner begins to suffocate because of the lack of air. He tries to take off the handcuffs and therefore seriously injures himself. … The prisoner feels a strong pressure in his head and feels as though his eyes have popped out.

Gradually, the voices of the butchers advising you "to take a deep breath", and their laughter seem to move far away from you. You fly into an abyss of darkness. Then you wake up slowly and heavily. Some incoherent sounds become words. … Gradually, you understand that you have just died, visited the other world, but then again risen from the dead.

Teranto

In Jauvell's mansion, Sheldon and the other Yardies were loading up drugs. It wasn't smart to have product there but the Jamaican gang leader had paid police to not snoop and look the other way. They were all startled however as the lights went out.

Several Yardie guard out front cursed in Pattois but soon after they were silenced y shots from silenced pistols as an assault team of Triads moved onto the complex getting past the security gate. It wasn't long before the Yardies discovered they were under attack. Sheldon grabbed a Remington 870 and fired striking a Triad coming towards him through the courtyard killing him instantly with a headshot. Five of his friends came as well to back him up but Sheldon watched as the silenced SMG fire laid down the Yardie soldiers. He ran to cover behind a black Infernus as the Triad onslaught began.

He could hear them chattering in Mandarin. He even saw some had rapelled over the walls. Inside, Jauvell was making a stand with an AK-74 as four Triads made it to the balcony and in the door he fired and the sound of shattering glass and cries of pain filled the air as he hit the Dragon Circle members. "Wanna romp with me?!" He bellowed as he fired towards two Triads coming in through the back entrace where the pool was. "COME ON!" He bellowed. He ducked behind the staircase as silenced rounds came at him.

He let off a barrage of rounds striking another three Triad males. He never saw the blade thrown at him, however. It hit him in the center of the throat and he fell choking on his own blood. Sheldon ran out of the gate as the others fired after him. He ducked into a Triad car, a Sentinel blue and floored it out of there. The rounds crashed into the windshield and he felt one round go through his right shoulder and he screamed nearly crashing but stayed on the road. "You motherfuckers!" He cried as tears ran down his face.

45 Minutes Later

He pounded on the door of the house where he knew the rapper sometimes came to get pussy from rez girls. Two women answered and he saw Raymond inside rolling a blunt. "Help...help me .man...!" The Chippewa rapper sprung to his feet to help him in the door.

Ivan

Then victims' tongue were crushed to a bloody pulp using pliers. Ivan grabbed Davey's head bringing the bowl to his mouth. Davey tried to fight him but he couldn't. He was forced to eat hot gruel with too much salt and pepper in it. Davey screamed the entire time as the salt got into the wounds of his tongue.

It had been three days since they had worked on Davey. They let the man rest a few days. He was barely able to get up. His shoulders and arms hurt him the mostsince during the swallow they had left him suspended from the ceiling for half a day.

Ivan now had Vasily carrying the wounded captive as he could not walk himself. "Ivan's...just...using you..." Eddie rasped. "If he'd do this to another person,..you can be sure...he'd do it to you..."

Vasily laughed at this. "I have done far worse things than what he is doing to you. We've done this to the Chechan Nationalists. And Ukraine separatists."

"Is he trying to turn you against me?" Ivan asked with a sneer as Vasily began to tie him to a chair. "Soon you will not be able to speak at all. Your voice will be taken from you and you will want to scream but you will not be able to."

Vasily smiled at him. "A prisoner is tied to a chair. A piece of wood in the form of a bridle bit is put into his mouth. They saw the prisoner's teeth and, mock him, saying that they are sawing "wolf canines".

As they began to do this to him and Davey screamed. Ivan's face became filled with joy in a way that could only be described as if he was getting a sexual thrill from this.

Neto

Neto, one good eye and all was reading the Popol Vul to his son. "In the beginning there was the void – the nothingness. The world consisted of the sky and the sea. The gods resided in either the sky or the sea and realized the great potential for the emptiness. One god from each region, Plumed Serpent from the sky and Hurricane from the sea, came together to create the world. The two "great thinkers" filled the emptiness through dialogue. Whatever they said was created."

Emiliano looked up at him, the four year old bewildered. "The two gods talk on how the Earth will be "sewn" and who will be its "provider."

"First the mountains and plant life were created; however, the lack of sound on the planet bothered the gods, so they created animals to live in the forests. After the animals were constructed, the gods ordered them to pronounce themselves. Naturally, the animals could only bark or grunt or howl. Because the animals could not speak, they could not properly worship the gods, which proved unsatisfactory to the deities. The two gods deemed that the animals were to never leave the forests and were to be subservient to the greater humans who would soon be created "Just accept your service, just let your flesh be eaten"

He'd had the walls of Emiliano's room painted with illustrations depicting the creation of the world. "A continuación, Plumed Serpent y Hurricane comenzaron a experimentar con humanos. El primer invento fueron las personas de barro, pero rápidamente resultaron insatisfactorias ya que seguían cayendo a pedazos. Sus cabezas no giraban y sus rostros estaban torcidos. Debido a que el barro era su base de existencia, se disolvieron rápidamente cuando se expusieron al agua. Los dioses rápidamente acabaron con esta gente de barro y empezaron de nuevo."

(Next Plumed Serpent and Hurricane began experimenting with humans. The first invention was mud people, but they quickly proved unsatisfactory as they kept falling apart. Their heads wouldn't turn and their faces were lopsided. Because they mud was their basis of existence they were quickly dissolved when exposed to water. The gods quickly did away with these mud people and started afresh.)

El segundo experimento creó personas de madera. Este grupo de seres humanos demostró ser algo más exitoso ya que podían hablar. Sus cuerpos eran robustos; sin embargo, su piel estaba seca y con costras, lo que les dificultaba moverse de manera coordinada. Lo peor de todo es que no tenían memoria ni emociones. Debido a esto, no pudieron respetar adecuadamente a sus creadores."

(The second experiment created wooden people. This batch of mankind proved somewhat more successful as they could talk. Their bodies were sturdy; however, their skin was dry and crusty, which made it difficult for them to move in a coordinated manner. Worst of all, they had no memory and no emotions. Because of this they were unable to properly respect their creators.)

"Furiosamente, Hurricane envió una inundación para acabar con la gente de madera fallida. Los que sobrevivieron a la inundación sufrieron con vehemencia cuando Hurricane envió monstruos a la Tierra para destruirlos. El primer monstruo, Bloodletter, les arrancó la cabeza. Gouger of Faces se arrancó los globos oculares y Crunching Jaguar y Tearing Jaguar arrancaron las extremidades de la gente y luego se las comieron. Aquellos que sobrevivieron al ataque de los monstruos sufrieron cuando la brea fundida cayó sobre ellos, pulverizando sus cuerpos hasta convertirlos en polvo. La Tierra luego se ennegreció y llegó una tormenta continua. Los animales salvajes irrumpieron en las casas de las personas restantes donde sus planchas y ollas ya habían cobrado vida. Aterrados, los restantes habitantes del bosque intentaron huir, pero dondequiera que fueran fueron detenidos. Cuando subieron a sus techos, sus casas se derrumbaron. Cuando treparon a los árboles, fueron sacudidos de los árboles. Cuando corrieron a las cuevas, las entradas se les cerraron en la cara."

(Furiously Hurricane sent a flood to do away with the failed wooden who survived the flood suffered vehemently as Hurricane sent monsters to the Earth to destroy them. The first monster, Bloodletter, ripped off their heads. Gouger of Faces plucked out their eyeballs and Crunching Jaguar and Tearing Jaguar ripped off the people's limbs and then ate them. Those who survived the monsters' onslaught then suffered as molten pitch rained down on them, pulverizing their bodies to mere dust. The Earth then blackened and a continuous rainstorm came. Wild animals broke into the remaining people's homes where their griddles and pots had already come alive. Terrified, the remaining wood people attempted to run away, but everywhere they went they were halted. When they went on their roofs, their houses collapsed. When they climbed trees, they were shaken off the trees. When they ran to caves, the entrances shut in their faces. )

Emiliano listened intently. Then said, "Tio..mi papá trató de decir que la gente te llamaba El Huracán. ¿Eres el Dios del Huracán?"

Neto smiled down at the boy. He had for the time being let the boy believe that Martin was his father and that he was his uncle. It was for a transition. He wasn't going to drop that bomb on him just yet. Maybe when he was old enough to understand, he would.

"No. No soy un Dios. Pero he causado mis propios huracanes ..."

(No. I'm not a God. But I have caused hurricanes of my own...)

"Los dioses deseaban enormemente crear una raza exitosa de seres humanos que pudieran adorarlos adecuadamente. Una vez creada esta respetable línea de seres, el sol, la luna y las estrellas serían visibles. Para asegurarse de que este tercer y último experimento fuera exitoso, los dioses enviaron cuatro animales (un zorro, un loro, un coyote y un cuervo) para encontrar un lugar para la creación. Una vez que estos animales encontraron un lugar adecuado con abundante comida, le llevaron maíz a una anciana para que lo moliera hasta obtener una pasta granulada. El huracán y la serpiente emplumada moldearon a los primeros seres humanos a partir de esta pasta..." Neto continued telling the story.

The gods greatly desired to create a successful race of human beings, who could worship them properly. Once this respectable line of beings was created then the sun, moon, and stars would become visible. To ensure that this third and final experiment was successful, the gods sent four animals (a fox, a parrot, a coyote, and a crow) to find a location for the creation. Once these animals found a suitable location with a bounty of food, they brought back maize to an old woman to grind up into a grainy paste. Hurricane and Plumed Serpent then molded the first human beings out of this paste)

He knew hard days were coming ahead with enemies in state an out of state plus the Zero Cartel still wanted him dead and the IAA but for now, being with his son, it was enough. The look in his brown eyes thirsting for knowledge about the Maya world much like Neto when he was first learning Spanish wondered about the mainstream Mexican society's world back when his parents were alive. His son would go the opposite direction of him. He was pulled from the cartel world and would be raised in his culture. He wouldn't join the Zapatistas if Neto could help it as he hoped one day there'd be no need to but if he did, he would rather it was them than the cartel. With Neto, his life had taken the opposite direction and he was sure it was too late to go back entirely but his son had a chance to still be good.

Beth's Cafe

Brandy Street

New Arcadia

12:37 PM

Two men had paid a local, oddly enough an African American local two grand to confirm that Locke was where he was supposed to be. He was also given an extra grand to provide them with pistols. It had seemed that it would be easier to just bring guns of their own out of state but Eddie had not wanted that. To the Driftwoods, Eddie was the undisputed leader of all Driftwoods and that was something that had not happened at any point prior to their current history where one was in charge of all Driftwoods in every San Andrean prison.

This had in fact been arranged by both Ivan and Eddi all though Eddie suggested the local gun dealer, Ivan had set it up after Eddie requested his assistance. How a Russian with no ties to any locals as far as they knew had done this was beyond them.

The local, Stephane Smith a Creole man with a Cajun great grandfather and medium skin tone standing five nine with a muscular build wearing a black Pro Laps jacket over a white t shirt and blue jeans slid them the brown paper bag. The first Driftwood, Cody Baldwin, a man with spiky gelled blonde hair standing at six feet who had done a total of ten years in Boilingbrooke, eight his first stretch but then another two for domestic abuse, sized him up. "They got bodies on them?" Demanded Cody.

Cody had been 'removed' from the mainline via a shanking because of this bad charge and spent the two years of his battery charge in a SNY population. He had money put on his books in 2014 by Eddie when he had learned of his role in a riot that had earned him another two in his first bid when he had cut a Vago across the left jawline in a riot where the woods and the Ese's despite political affiliation, were at war as it tended to sometimes happen.

He was thirty years old and had blue eyes that were almost violet. He also had a ravenous addiction to heroin. He looked more like a surfer from Vespucci Beach than a ruthless drug dealer and drug adddict and prison gang member that had lived on Mission Row homeless for three years as a teen.

His partner was twenty six year old Matthew Barber. He was a blue haired Caucasian of about five six. He was from Hashbury and he had done seven years fresh out of high school for a hate crime, specifically, beating a gay man in a fist fight in which anti gay slurs were heard with witnesses and when his partner tried to intervene, he hit the man in the right knee cap. He would have gotten eleven years to life had he gone to trial and lost but he plead guilty and got seven.

During his time, five years in, he and a fellow gang member stabbed a man who had ended up on the shit list of the Vanguard a fellow peckerwood but with his priors, after the guards found the shank, they were both looking at life. He took a deal and snitched and the other man went down for it. He went to the PC yard just like Cody had.

For reasons still unbeknowst to him, Eddie had also arranged to have money put on his books.

He fished out his M19. "It got bodies on it?" Demanded Baldwin. The dealer nodded. "Yup. It's a throwaway. Been used once by some niggas from the 10th ward, one time from the Vagos from the Rose District but they pretty much done anyway, and then once by niggas from the 4th ward. Why you want a dirty gun foh?"

"That aint your fuckin business. Nevermind that..." Growled Barber. "Are they there?"

He nodded. "Hell yeah. He got a lady cop with em though. Can't miss her. Fine sista with a short haircut."

"Oh well..." Shrugged Baldwin. "She's collateral. Fuck her..."

"Shit...I'd love to..." Stated Smith.

Barber took his Beretta 9 and warned, "This is the part where you fuck off. You better hope for your sake you were subtle scoping them out cause you got one minute to get outta here. It'll be really loud really soon."

Smith nodded. "I'm gone..."

They pulled down their ski masks and made their way into the cafe where Locke and Waters were having their lunch break. Locke's back was to them while the African American woman, middle age, was turned sideways facing Locke but she was not looking their way. Just as they were each about to pull the trigger, a male voice yelled, "NAPD! Put your weapons down! NOW!" Two NAPD officers, one a white male of Italian American descent, Officer Robert Scalia, a five foot five man with jet black hair and a Medditeranean skintone whose family had been in the United States and this city since 1899, and Remy Moreau a Caucasian male of Cajun ancestry with slicked back red hair and beady blue eyes had their iron drawn on the two convicts.

Cody let off two shots striking Locke in the back and Scalia fired striking the Driftwood gang member in the right side of the chest. The two officers had just entered to get something to eat on their own break. Barber grabbed a blonde haired African American female waittress using her as a human shield and she was struck in the hip with two rounds but he held onto her. He fired five rounds of which the first two went wild, one struck Moreau in the right side of the face just beneath the eye and then the next two missed.

Despite his own wound, and patrons running and screaming, as Locke tried to get his weapon out, Baldwin fired two more shots and another hit him in the back but as the older cop fell he didn't see if it went through but a round did ricochet and hit the back of his left leg and he heard him cry out in pain from that. Barber fired striking Scalia after throwing the waitress at him and he struck the Sicilian American cop in the juggular vein and sneered with triumph as he watched him cruble. "Shoulda minded your business, PIG!" He growled.

Waters got her handgun out rolling having fallen to the floor out of her chair to evade the gunfire and lying on her right side with both hands on the pistol, she fired six shots. She hit Cody with four in the chest and two in the head one in the center of the forehead and one in the right eyeball killing him instantly. While this was happening, Barber spotted Beth the owner of the cafe aiming a shotgun which she fired at him but he dove under a table for cover. He returned five shots and he saw they all hit her but wasn't sure he had killed her.

"You fuckin hicks think you're the only ones with guns?!" Roared Barber. He then grabbed a seven year old boy, Caucasian and hoisted him up, the boy had brown hair and brown eyes. He wore a red and white striped t shirt and blue jeans and a Sinners cap. "You want this little fucker to die?! I'll do it!" He roared. She paused onymomentarily because even though she had a shot on his legs and parts of his abdomen, he knew she might not be able to get him before he killed the kid but she decided to try but before she couild he threw the boy at her. The kid banged his head on the table screaming and blood rushed from the head and he aimed at Regina's head and pulled the trigger. The gun jammed. "SHIT!" She had still lost control of her own gun, however and he took the steak knife that Locke had been using and pounced on her.

He pistol whipped her with her own gun and proceeded to stab her with the knife but her vest somewhat got in the way but he kept stabing and it did break the skin eventually though not as badly as he had intended. She shrieked as she knocked the knife from his hand unintentionally while she was trying to get her gun only to realize she should have taken the knife if it could have gotten her a fighting chance. She pulled the table cloth with one hand to pull her water glass to the floor and she got it as it fell spilling ice. She bashed him over the head with it and cut him open but this didn't stop him. He was high on speed.

He had the better grip on the gun still. He was bringing it towards her chin. "N...n...no!" She cried. She eyed his tattoo on his left forearm which had the famous bridge San Fierro was known for. "Whatsa matter sweetheart? You thought only the south had real white boys? We invented that shit, lady..." He was about to pull the trigger when a bang went off and his brains decorated the table cloth.

Sawyer had crowned him from behind returning from the bathroom, his pistol smoking and he stared angrily down at Locke and Waters and he took a bite of Catfish as he did and yelled, "GODDAMN IT!" He kicked Barber's body in the stomach and bellowed, "I'M ON MY FUCKIN LUNCH BREAK, OKAY?!" Spraying food particles everywhere before he went to intervene on the behalf of the two fallen NAPD members.

Meanwhile

Eddie was at a seedy motel that he had already forgotten the name of. Now he was high. He was underneath a prostitute of Honduran ancestry with dark brown hair just past the shoulders. Her eyes were big and brown her skin a caramel color and he growled as he thrust up into her. Despite being a hooker he could tell she was into it. He had been fucking for years. He knew how to make a woman get off. He had his thumb around her clit as he took a right brown breast in his mouth and his cock rammed against her G spot.

He could feel her tightening. "Aye papi! Aye! ¡Amo esa polla rosada!" She howled. He began to increase the speed and he growled, "You gonna come with me, girl?!" She nodded, "Si!" He began to thrust upward into her and he felt her compulsions as she tightened around him. Her eyes rolled back and she closed them as she rode out the wave. The first orgasm she'd had in months out of all the times screwing. The last time had been when she had masturbated.

He decided to oblidge her./ He removed his thumb from her clit and jammed the right thumbnail into her left eye. She screamed in agony as the nail dug in and he did the same to her other eye with his left. He gouged her eyes out bleeding and messy, she wailed. He exploded inside her filling the condom to the brim and his face turned pink.

She waile, cussing and begging in Spanish...He placed the pillow over her head and he took the hammer he had and began to smother her with the pillow. He hit her ovcer the head while part of it covered her fafce but her head was still exposed. He bludgeoned her once. Twice. Three times. Four times. Five. With the fifth low her legs twitched and she convulsed her mouth foaming, her eyes bloodied and ripped her mouth open in a silent scream.

"Look at that...you came and went..." He remarked at her bowels releasing. He began to wrap her up in the bed sheets and he then proceeded to get the garbage bags that he had in the bathroom. He wrapped her up in the bed sheets. Then he put he put her belongings in one trashbag. He got out the cleaning supplies and began to scrub and wipe down anything he touched.

There was blood to be sure and there was just one stain he couldn't get rid of a small one but he had checked out under a fake name and checkout was 11am. He would be long gone out of New Aracia by then.

He was off to Red Stick. It was only just before midnight. He would be able to get her in the trunk, dispose of the body and then be at a motel in Red Stick and get some sleep. He knew he would sleep like a baby tonight and yet...it was disappointing to him.

Sure, he'd had an intense orgasm at her expense and it hadn't cost him any money really but he hadn't even done his usual thing of fucking them against their will. It was a different natural high for him. This, he had enjoyed because it was more spur of the moment and it was in a way that he could dnjoy a way he couldn't when fucking them when they didn't want it.

He wished he could have it both ways to fuck them against their will and yet also cause them to orgasm while he did before killing them and he supposed he could since some women had orgasmed even under that situation. He had certainly caused it quite a few times himself but it just wasn't the same as the joy he felt in them enjoying the genuine sexual pleasure, knowing that with women penetration even in the most ideal circumstances, hurt at first before slowly turning to pleasure.

In his case it was the opposite. He liked the idea of her still orgasming even as he took her eyes from her. He cold have sworn that made it more intense the way she shook. He felt like he was a god of death. He in fact, was.

Hel was the norse Godess of death and he was no woman so he couldn't be Hel but he was also German by blood as well. "I am tyr..." He growled with a breath."

He was on the road before long. He hardly remembered dialing Dechamp and the others but he had told them to meet him in the swamps with a chainsaw. Two hours passed and the body was out in front of them. He described what he had done to her to them. Dechamp didn't make it yet but the other two did. He watched with glee at the disgusted look on their faces.

"You need serious professional help..." Cooper said shaking his head. Ruzek agreed. "You better keep that from Dechamp...he despises rapists..."

Eddie pulled his fully loaded Magnum. "You threatening me, boy?" He got in his face. "Hmm? Cause just remember. I got you this far..."

"I didn't threaten anything...I'm just saying it's like Dechamp said. He's the local. We should do what he says...at least for now..."

"We'll pretend to do what he says. I know that prick take himself seriously as a real uh...'Nazi' and all..." He chuckled at that. "And they don't like that theVanguard values the dollar over color but that's the way it is. That's the way black gangs are. That's the way Mexican gangs are even though they hate us too they understand they have to put green first or they won't survive. So we'll let Dechamp think he's running the show but you two are under me...I took care of you...he's just a means to an end."

"What about her? Why couldn't...can you ever just fuck somebody and not rape and kill em?!" Demanded Cooper. "Yeah she's a beaner but she doesn't deserve that."

"I didn't rape her. I just killed her. She didn't even have time to process what was happening. Or why. And what's more? I gave her probably the best orgasm she ever had and I had a DAMN good one too. I brought her closer to God...and then I sent her to him..." He said with a sneer. The two were silent. Finally Dechamp pulled up. Before he got out, Eddie beckoned to her wide open mouth. "Make no mistake kids. That's not just pain on her lips. That's pleasure..." He got close to Ruzek and stared into his eyes. "You ever choke a woman while you're fucking her? I'm not talking about to kill. Just to fuck. Some women like it...but I dojn't see you liking the finer things so I guess you would want to only apply so much pressure. Have you?"

"No..." Replied Ruzek in a hoarse voice. Eddie grinned like a wolf. "You should. See that look on her face? If a woman makes that face while you're choking her...that means she just marinated your meat..."

Both soldiers wanted to shiver at hiw creepy he was. "The fuck happened?" Dechamp asked getting out with a cigarette in his mouth. Eddie lied, "Fucking whore...we were fucking had a good time and she tried to grab more money while I was taking a piss. I showed her..." He looked at her naked body. Her measurements were

34C - 25 - 35. Her tattoos were Queen Of Hearts On Left Shoulder; Butterfly Above Of Pubes; Winged "Made In Heaven" On Lower Back; Rosary Beads Around Right Ankle With Cross On Right Foot. She had a pierced clitoris.

Dechamp helped them dispose of the body and they fed her remains to the gators. Dechamp took the hooker's purse and wallet. "Fuck's your problem?!" Demanded Eddie. "Call it the price of admission for you fucking one of THEM on my territory..." He had his own piece ready. A Walther P99 just in case. "I get that you Vanguard cocksuckers put money over principals but it's like I said. Lpiusiana is my state. You fuck one of them again you answer to me..."

Eddie wagged his own gun. "Mine's bigger than yours..."

"Is it faster though? Wanna duel? What do ya say? Just a friendly gentlemen's duel between two Aryans? No need for ten paces. Just see who shoots first..." They aimed their pistols at each other. Eddie stared him down. Dechamp stared right back. He was fearless. Eddie broke the stare and started laughing. "I like you boy. Aint too many people got the balls to stand up to me."

"You aint the first Vanguard boy to lay with a spic. At least I don't think so. But you aint gonna do it out here. That hit..I appreciate it. I'm gonna be checking the news. But it better have gotten done. Cause you asked my help to go against the son of a bitch that runs this city. I'm willing to go against him. But I wanna know for sure if it's coming to that so I can have as much backup as I need from New Austin. The brothers here in this state aint gonna be enough to cut it. But you fuck anything other than white...you die...cause out here my word means more than yours. And I aint afraid of you like them two."

"Fair enough..." Eddie said loering his gun. "But if you kill me you'll have to deal with the Driftwoods."

Dechamp looked at the two gang members and wondered if they might be willing to betray Eddie down the road. Eddie, on the other hand was contemplating how he might get some of the Kindred on his side or at least get more Driftwood's that weren't on parole or probation out here. If they only needed to be in one prison in the state he would be able to make thingss happen if he ended up back inside. Whatever he did, he would make sure that he would land ina state prison if possible. If they arrested him and shipped him to the feds he was done for though he suspected they would just put him in protective custody there, he would still be in danger.

If he had to be inside again he would only ever be safe if he had the ability wreak the same havoc in Louisiana's prisons as he had back home.

10 Days Later

The body of a beaten and badly disfigured BSu member was found on the side of the road in South West Loiusiana. The BSU were already aware that the BSU had been attacked by the Driftwoods and the mess made with the failed attempt on Locke had made the authorities aware of the precense of the dropout gang in the state. The police didn't yet suspect Dechamp of the hit but it was only a matter of time before Mark and the others started looking for Eddie. He had outsourced the blame for a killing he and Vasily had done and it was another enemy the Roman Family could not afford even if they had an adantage over the Aryan Kindred and the Driftwoods.

Ivan had surveillance on them. He knew and saw how distraught they had been and he knew they were blaming the AV. Mark and especially Eddie from the BSU were enraged. He'd been found with a severed foreskin in his mouth. That was Ivan's touch from a random dead body but it sounded molrd like something Eddie would do.

Dechamp was staying near his A.K. brothers and keeping his distance from Eddie and the Driftwoods. Even though tactically they'd stand a better chance together, it was the only play to avoid the police putting two and two together. Eddie was no longer in New Arcadia but even if he wanted to leave the state, he couldn't exactly do that either. He had every cop in the state looking for him. He was hidden well, however. The Driftwoods had started moving in, however.

Ivan had a smile on his face, figuring that the first people to die at tehn BSU's hands would be Ruzek and Cooper. They were killers to be sure and they were not going down without a fight but they would not be invincible. They wouldn't succeed in killing Marcus. That would be too convieniant. They would be a wild goose for him to chase and the best part about it was it wasn't entirely a lie. Everything Davey had been subjected to would not have been possible without Dechamp, Cooper and Ruzek.

For all anybody knew, they had been the ones to subject him to it. Ivan knew they would put two and two together about the three of them but Ivan wanted them to think that they could outsmart Roman. He knew there would be a way to put them together. Even if Eddie and the Driftwoods didn't have any real reason to want him dead, they had sent people to do a killin before. It didn't have to make sense to Roman. The fact that they had made a move on the 3rd ward was reason enough and while Link and Marrick had gone to find them, they hadn't. Eventually, they'd be wanting to find them too. There was more han a few Aryans being served up on a platter.

Plus anybody that knew Dechamp had been locked up by Locke in the past would know the connection. It would be delayed but it would be found out. The only question would be if the BSU got their hands on Dechamp first or if the NAPD did.

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That's it for this chapter and it was a long one. That style of torture Ivan and Vasily subjected Dave to is a kind of torture that the Russians used on...I can't remember if it was the Georgians or the Chechans but it sounds brutal and painful and would be a fucked up way to go.

Ok so the hooker Eddie killed is based on Renae Cruz.

As for Little Joe being kidnapped that was based a little off the mission where Jimmy was. And as far as the comoing to get a drunken friend i actually did that once on foot and i don't drink so i hate drunks but I went and helped that druinken idiot walk home so he wouldn't get taken in. He was a minor at the time so was I. The mission is also a bit based on the mission where Mike Toreno is in the back of a Da Nang Boy van.

The Vagabonds MC are based on the Vagos MC. The scene with the Triads vs the Yardies was based on a scene in the movie Belly where Ox got taken out.

As far as what the United Liberty Contact and Karen did I figured Zilla would have his characters get revenge. As far as the Driftwoods yeah they are based off the Independent Riders as i believe i mentioned in a past chapter.

As far as the fight between Paul and Owl Child I didn't think it would be realistic if Paul won that one.

The attempted hit on Locke and Waters is based on the hit the New Mexican Mafia almost did on some cop or something that was barely stopped when two uniformed cops came in to eat at the place it went down. Sawyer yelling about his lunch break is a nod to Bad Santa.

Also Gabriella is based off that Mexican American woman who was considered the sexy mugshot of a Tiny Raskals gang member who was arrested. Breech is just a newer character but I'll have him appear in some future chapters. That's it for now.