Paul
"I heard you're a fag....." Sneered one of the Tribal Syndicate gang members as he and the other punched Joe. Joe replied, "Bisexual. What about it?"
"You're going to hell in about ten minutes you know that right? Unless Shep pays up for your ass and if I know anything about Shep he'd probably leave you out to dry. No loyalty. Can't say I blame him though. I'd be ashamed to have a fag for a brother too."
Paul was trying to find them via the trackify app. "Bro if Christianity is true we're all going to hell. We're murderers."
"Nah cause someday I'll repent for my sins, homie..." Replied the First Nations rival gang member. "But fags never repent. A lot of them in church they go pretending to be straight but we both know they'd rather be on their knees."
"I couldn't think of a more perfect faith for them then...being on their knees...with their eyes closed. Makes you wonder what kinda surprise they're hoping for. Didn't Jesus say it's more important what comes out of your mouth than what goes in it?" Little Joe replied.
They heard the sound of him being hit again. Little Joe said to one of them, "You look like you're bisexual. Like you like boys and men."
He was hit again and Paul thought, Damn it, Joe quit pissing them off!
Paul and Ace got to the car finally. They tailed him up Lawndale Avenue and Paul fastened a silencer onto his Glock spotted the car. A black 2007 Cavalcade. He saw the first gang member a man with a yellowish skin tone and a mustache and a bit of a beard. He was Plains Cree and stood about five eleven and wore a black t shirt and baggy blue jeans. He had a gold crucifix necklace. The gang members in the back seat warned Little Joe, "Shut the fuck up and act natural. Or we'll cut your tongue out before we sell you back to your brother."
Paul turned to the driver who was trying to look natural. "You a Christian?" He asked.
"What's it to you half breed?" The Tribal Syndicate member asked. "Yeah, I'm Christian!"
"So you really believe Jesus is real?"
"That's what we're taught. If you got questions maybe you should hit up a church instead of asking questions in traffic."
"Yeah..." Paul said. "Thing is I don't have patience to listen to some windbag in a suit drone on about who begat who. I want to get to the meat and potatoes. You can find out for me if he's real. I'll tell you what..how about I cal you tonight and you can tell me for sure if Jesus is real?"
"What? Get the fuck outta here I aint giving you my number..."
"No not with a phone. With a Ouija board."
Paul aimed the pistol and quickly let off three shots striking him twice in the chest and one in the throat. The gang member fell against the steering wheel bleeding and the horn went off. The passenger side gangster tried to go for his Smith & Wesson but Paul put one in his left eyeball. He then fired into the back seat silencing the remaining gang members.
He then looked at the dying leader of the group. "How does seven o'clock sound? I figured you'll need some time to readjust to your new surroundings but you should know by then!" They got Joe out of the back. "Fuck, you came! Shit..K:or man...those fools were gonna try and use me as a bargaining chip to get to Shep. They were gonna ask for money and they were gonna kill me and him at the meet."
"Well they won't be killing anybody now. Come on..." He helped him into his car. He then asked, "Actually can you drive? I'm gonna get rid of these bodies."
"I'm a bit banged up ut I should be good..."
"Hey how did you call us, dog?" Asked Ace. "Cause Paul came and snatched me up so I wouldn't get a public intoxication charge."
"I had a burner phone. I hooped it. It was just a flip phone but I was able to get my hands untied just enough to dial it and i put you on speaker but it was kinda tricky. It gives a new meaning to the word butt dial, enit?'
"Jesus...well we're gonna get rid of that too. Look...drive straight home. Back to the rez. Don't stop for nothing. But drive carefully. Obey the traffic laws. This is no time to get the RCMP mixed up in our business."
"I owe you one, homie..."
"You owe me a lot more than one. I turned the R Dubs around practically by myself, cousin. I aint looking to leave a man behind but we all gotta put in more work."
"That aint fair, Paul. Hold the fuck up, man. We've put in work on our enemies same as you, dog. What are you talking about we gotta do more work?"
"You have..." Paul admitted. "But you do it the way the average Army grunt does. You seen some fights and some of them got messy but the bulk of the work goes to Marines. Better yet I'm selling myself short with that comparrison. I'm more like one of those Elite fighting forces. The skills i used on the Dead Beats, the IC's all of them. It's total war."
"Yeah but we've been putting it down for the Warriors too,man. We're the ones that got it pushing the line in Kebec."
"Pierre Noire is a good midway point though between the provinces, 's to where you can kind of still say you're sticking to the boundaries of Winnipek while still having numbers in places like Mount Royal and Teranto."
"Are you gonna tell my brother about this?" Asked Little Joe.
"No. He'd probably kick your ass even more. So not for a while at least but we may want to tell him eventually."
"Why not tell him now, homie?" Asked Ace.
"We're already spread thin. Between the war with IC, the Dead Beats, having to tread carefully with that bullshit between the Dragon Circle and the Yardies, and plus the Post Ops we can't get into another war just yet."
"Chee not even. we been at war with the TB bitches forever. That's not changing just cause you hold off on telling Shep. They know it's war and they didn't have to declare it. It's been on for years. Did you forget that living in Liberty City?" Asked the still not sobered up Innu gang member.
"I didn't forget shit. And the gang banging in Los Santos makes Liberty City and here look like a joke."
"That's even further away, bro! You lecture me about being a good soldier for the Dub but you were gone a long fuckin time."
"Yet you still called me cause you were scared to get thrown in the drunk tank so shut the fuck up."
Paul then asked, "Joe why the fuck did you hoop your phone?"
"i've been watching Les Lofton's videos and he talks about hooping his paperwork and how he ran yards in the SADC. Plus that guy's fuckin jacked."
"He's a SNY pc that lies about being inn a prison riot bro. And yeah he might be in good shape but he's conning stupid people out of $250 a month just so he can yell at them on the phone for 'motivation' and give them a diet plan of chicken on the bone. You can't hoop your paperwork. They're too thick. And as for hooping your cellphone at least partly well you're lucky those Syndicate bitches didn't pat you down."
"Pretty sure he'd kick your ass..." Muttered Joe. "He's fuckin swole bro."
"The man screams into a phone in a park with his shirt off. By the way not that size matters in a fight but how tall do you think Les Lofton is?"
"Gotta be like 6'5 he's a beast."
"More like 5'8. He positions the phone to make himself look bigger but he's short..." Paul said with a chuckle.
Teranto
Raymond knocked on the door. He knocked in a code. Sheldon reluctantly opened it. "You eat yet?" The Chippewa rapper asked.
"You mean order room service? Nah man...I didn't wanna take that chance."
"It's my suite, bro nobody's gonna fuck with you here I got this whole suite rented out you're good. No Triads are gonna come through."
"You don't know that. Look I like your music bro it's different from what I grew up listening to but you're not Drake./ I'm not saying you can't be at that level but you're bot know so people can get to you. Especially when you're in the streets more than any rapper should be."
"Hey you came to me, man and I do what I can for a homie but this is the only shot there is. It's this or the streets and you're only gonna last five minutes on the streets. If the Triads don't get you then the Posse might cause you ran. What happened to your big homie was cold, man and I don't like it but that's why I'm getting tired of the streets. Maybe it's that time for you. You could come on the road with me."
"I can't rap.." Sheldon stated. "And even if I could a name like Sheldon aint exactly hood."
"You think Earl Simmons sounds hood? It sounds like a redneck name and he did fine cause he had a good street name. Eric Wright didn't really rap either ntil he was put on. ut if that's not your speed you could always work some other kind of way. You and me are people that have better things in store than the streets. That's why you survived."
"What like a bodyguard? I mean I'd be happy to help pay you back for your hospitality...but anybody looking to kill me could do it and make it seem like they were coming for you and if I'm with you I'm more visible, dude!"
Raymond got some room service ordered up. Cheeseurgers, fries, some club sandwiches,and chicken strips. There was also cake on the cart.
As they ate, Raymond stated, "Look, I got security on this floor. You're good."
"Look I aint saying about you but there's other rappers that have hired bodyguards from their own hood and because those guards have records if somebody actually comes for the man they supposed to protect they'll be afraid to shoot back or they'll run away. I don't want anybody in the game watching me. I'm not saying that's you or what you're doing but I just know how rappers are."
"All rappers aint cut from the same cloth, man. I'm from St Paul we're loyal out there. Besides, I get that shit about hood bodyguards but it's kind of a double standard. They trusted people to watch their back when they were on the corner right? But to not trust cause now you're famous and there's money involved? I don't know."
"Yeah but money changes things you know that. Things were straight when we were making just a bit more money than I would have if I kept trying to get a job in the neighborhood."
"Look, I swear to God, Shell. The guards I got watching my ass are not people with felonies. There's people from the the rez, the suburbs, some are cops, some got ex military backgrounds. Shit, some are even ex Merryweather..." He said leaning in. "Those guys cost the most but they got me out of a jam a few times..." He then told him, "Look follow me out into the hall real quick..."
He reluctantly did. He beckoned to a few musclebound men. "Those guys are ex Merryweather. Between the two of them they've done four tours in Afghanistan and there's more where that came from. Any Dragon Circle motherfuckers come they'll light them up."
"Yeah I hear you but it aint just that...it's also the Angels, bro. Ya'll at war with them we were at war with them. I mean look...I never heard of any rapper being killed by a biker gang but do you think it's too much for them to try? And I put down a lot of them too."
"It's not above them to try but I'd still put Merryweather over them. And Paul..."
"Paul doesn't give a fuck about my life. Or any Yardie. Or any Triad for that matter."
"No, maybe not but he's going outta town. And he does care what I think. Your fate will be the same as mine."
"Well you been good to me helping me out so...I hate to ask another favor..." Sheldon stated.
"What is it?"
"My girl...I got a girl in the city and she's always rocking with me. You didn't meet her cause she aint in the life but we been on and off again. She always wanted me to go straight. Now that I'm really out...and she don't have any family here in Canada since her parents went back to Kingston...I don't know...just could you see if she'd be willing to stay with me?"
"I can try but you're not really helping her by having her near you when you're worried about your life..." The Ojibwa gang member said.
"I just want a chance to at least talk to her one last time you know? Give her the option of going back to her life and leaving me or sticking with me. Cause you're right I do worry the Dead Beats or the Triads could get her while they after me. But what if they already know who she is cause of me? Anybody that could have had eyes on the neighborhood could have seen her and me together. Especially all that time together. What if the Triads go after her to get to me? And I'm in here hiding like a bitch while it goes down?"
"I can look into it..." Raymond said. "I'll bring her here and she can decide and I guess I get why you want to do it that way but i'm just telling you that if you take a job as part of my enterage whatever it is she does here in the city she's gonna have to be on the road."
"She has a pretty popular MeTV channel. She's able to make her living off that..." Sheldon explained.
"Well that we can do. She can make videos anywhere on the road but you gotta be sure this is what you want."
"Yeah..on some level man...I want revenge for all my breddas that got killed by the Triads. But I'm just glad to escape with my life. Maybe ity aint on me...or the Warriors to get after Sun Kang maybe just karma will."
The two continued to eat but the thought of what had transpired was heavy on their minds.
Neto
He pulled the stolen dark red Tornado to a stop in the middle of Cypress Boulevard. He got out and so did Culebra. A dark blue Savannah pulled up and Triste and Helgada and Maniaco were in it. In a gold Voodoo was El Pavo and Troubles who Neto had just learned were lovers despite her being from Rancho and him being from Cypress. Gata pulled up in a dark blue Blade accompanied by Zorra. Chela was also there. "All right...we can't hang here long or we'll draw attention from the juras."
"Yeah, homie...those Da Nang bitches in Little Phnom Penh are getting gotta teach them a fuckin lesson."
"This is about more than just the DNB and your war with them. We're finding either Mai today or her padre and we're burying them."
They got into their respective rides. Neto then took a look at Joaquin. "Quino...take Gata's ride. Gata, you ride with me..."
They exchanged glances but they listened.
"This shit seems fucked up, homie. We're going after the Da Nang Boyz when the homies from Davis went after Eddie, man. I should be helping them. We should be helping them. The comaradas are trying to have a truce between all sides, man. With the Rifas, the Locs, the Ballas, all them. Eddie's all bad but he still represents the system and he fuckin raped and killed innocent people."
"He hasn't killed anybody on our side, fool. Not that we know of. The Vanguard and all their soldados under them knows what happens to them if it was all out war with us in the pintas. They'd put up a good fight cause they're ruthless, ese but they'd lose based on the numbers."
"But they're the ones that are going after him. Me I don't got any problem with the DNB or the Psychos, dog. I'm from Los Santos not the Flats."
"Well the Aztecas down there got pedo with them and we got pedo with them and Neto's el mero mero so shut the fuck up!" Growled Pavo.
"Homie, I was banging when you were an inch in your padre's dickies, perro. And La Onda is changing man. They're seeing that business has to change. They know if they don't truce it up with everybody we don't make money and the big homies stay slammed down in the SHU. H Bomb was my homie back in the day same as Sway..." Helgada barked.
"Sway has bad paperwork..." Glared Pavo. "Oh wait that';s right they don't check paperwork. Or even if they did he hasn't been back to the pen since the 90's. That fool's a chomo. If one of us caught a statutory rape charge 19 year old with a 14 year old we'd get stabbed. It doesn't matter what the excuse is. You're the ranflero for Neto's hood and you kicked it with that punk? And his brother, man. Can't even decide if he wants to be a gangster or a religious fucker. At least I'm true to myself. Puro Vago homie nothing more nothing less."
"So that's what it's all about, motherfucker? Paperwork?"
"Yeah..." Jose stated. "Everybody wonders why we're allied with the Vanguard but at least they put in work on the pieces of shit in their car. So do the Rifas. So do the Others car. The Families and Ballas don't. Everybody has something to say about us being allied with the Vanguard but what about the Rifas being allied with the Efe's and Ballas? They're militant as fuck. More than us but they gotta be allied with some putos that don't put in work on the snitches, the pedophiles, all that."
"You act like nobody ever got stabbed for being a chomo on their side, homie..." Triste stated. "And that aint true. Besides, Jose we all know what you did for the big homies. How'd it feel spraying up innocent people?"
"Triste, you're a bitch..." Jose growled. "I followed fuckin orders okay? I didn't say I liked em. But unlike you and Helgada I follow orders..."
"Hey I'm the fuckin shot caller, fool...Jose, you better watch what you say or you're getting a violation."
"No, he's not..." Neto said. "You're not touching him. He's a new padre."
"What the fuck, eh I got ninos too. So you're gonna show favoritism? You're calling all the shots? I remember when you first got to town, fool. you were just an outta towner. Didn't know nobody in the hood in the city. Big Demon ran the hood. And I been running this shit since he died. So if you're gonna flex your Onda status then what the fuck am i even the ranflero for then?"
"It aint about showing favoritism, bitch. It's about Jose doing what he was supposed to. He's not wrong. There's a chain of command. I outrank you. It's that simple. You were told it's a waste of time playingwith the Efe's and the Ballas but I guess I wasn't clear before. Now I am. If Eddie had done any of that shit to any of our hynas I'd give him a death that made hell seem easy. You do another jale with H Bomb you're not getting a violation you're getting a luz verde."
"Look, pues, I get along with the Families too, man. It's the Ball Sacks I can't stand. Why can't we just beef with one more than the other? I feel the same way man. The Vanguard should be the real enemy..." Maniaco stated.
"Really? A bunch of fools with swastika tattoos that don't kill Southsiders other than when we have riots with them? They're doing what they have to to survive. When I first did time in Arizas I didn't understand why they were that way but now I get it. They wear swastikas and Vikings placasos like we got Aztec symbols. We're going after. And it's the Ballas and Families that do drive-by's in the hood and kill our families who oppresses us well that's the fuckin law. The juras. The AV aint our problem they never have been. I'd have a problem with MH1 before i had a reason to fight the AV."
"Yeah but you talk about bad paperwork..." Helgada said looking at Pavo. "Eddie has it. And you hate rapists. I heard what you did to that one in New Arcadia. Turned him into a woman and sold him to the middle east. Why don't you do that to Eddie?"
"You're missing the point. Yeah, he's a piece of shit and maybe if he was still in San Andreas I'd deal with him. In fact I know I would. But now he's in Loiusiana. I already got enough bullshit to deal with down there. I'm at war down there. If I go after him now I'll have more problems with one of my other enemies out there. And I got no problem with it but I aint going there before I'm ready and there's no way if I go there I'll be able to make a move without him knowing about it."
"That sounds like an excuse to me..." Helgada stated. "
"You wanna know what I can't take you seriously?" Asked Troubles. "You say all this pedo about the enemy and who the real enemiga is right and how we should be united with green and purple against the Vanguard but H Bomb made a deal with Bernie Dillinger to go after Eddie."
"So?" Triste sneered. "What's wrong with that?"
"You're acting like Neto's giving Eddie a free pass just cause he's AV and that's not why. But you're talking about allying with H Bomb who just made a deal with the Vanguard to go after Eddie. So you can't act like you're better. "
"Yeah, but Dillinger aint a rapist..." Maniaco said.
"We don't need a rappers input, thank you..." Jose said. "We're real gangsters not studio gangsters."
"Let's fight one on one, then punk see who's really hard..."
"Shut up!" Neto growled. "Both of you. Troubles is right. I didn't lose anybody to that old fool. One of Oso's friends from the Families 3 years ago died from her. And she was cool with Mai so I can see them going after her."
"You're a hypocrite..." Sneered Helgada. "Hypocritical basura..."
"I'm a hypocrite because I don't care if a vato who is my enemy does damage to another enemy? Eddie isn't gonna get out of this shit alive.
Gata told him, "You could go after Eddie while that fool is busy with all the people trying to kill him."
"Yeah I could. But the chaos from him, and the Families and the SOP's and Da Nang Boyz if they go help him and then Mark dealing with him since he's an invader the desmadre kicked up from that would either weaken Mark or them and Eddie would get dealt with."
"Can we stop fighting in the middle of the fuckin calles?" Requested Culebra. "We need a battle strategy. Before the Da Nang Boyz figure out we're here."
"Orale..I'll be going straight at them in the heart of their hood...where all the businesses are. If their shops get burned to the ground oh well..." He looked to Helgada. "You're gonna hit them from the south side."
He turned to the Vagos from the East Side of Cypress Flats. "I know to keep up with tradition you want to hit them from the east. Normally I'd say no cause that's what they expect but I'm gonna hit them so heavy they're gonna be busy with that."
He then beckoned to the Jamestown Vagos such as Troubles and Listo. "You're gonna hit them from the west."
They got into their respective vehicles but as Neto pulled up, Culebra said, "Hey carnal...can you stop for a second?"
He trusted his judgement and did. He pulled out his binoculars. "You see that shit?" Neto turned to him. "No. What?"
He handed him the cans. "A bunch of short fuckers...talking to some people that look like they're in the NFL..."
"They're talking to the Sons..." Culebra said with a shake of the head. "They were already allied on the streets. Against the East Side Vagos but now after that shit that went down between you and Mai and that little bitch Lee...they could be planning something bigger. You know...Lee already is allies with the Da Nang Boyz. He doesn't seem like the type that would know any of them and they seem too hood for him."
"He spent time in the projects down there..." Neto said putting the mask down over his face and Culebra did the same. "He's as hood as they are."
"Yeah but he's more watered down...still...any Da Nang Boyz that he knew are a threat to us. Just the fact that he could train them better and weaponize them. And then there's that big one, Thire the one that fought Jose? The one that Jose wants to fight?"
"Yeah...I still wanna see that. I failed to make a warrior out of Felix. He let Mark punk him AGAIN. It's not that fuckin hard to throw a real chingaso. I'm half his fuckin size and I rocked that punks world."
"Well Thire's connected to the Sons. We gotta make an example outta both of both."
They got out of the car making their way across the street. They had cover behind two SUV's that the Samoans had blocking off the alley. Neto made a hand signal to Joaquin. You thinking what I'm thinking?
Culebra looked to him and signed back with the Rifle facing down, Yeah. Their own barriers to protect their meeting is what we use to block them in. Everything else the homies do will just be icing on the cake.
Neto nodded. Neto wished that he had thought to ask Joaquin to go around so they could hit them from two different directions but they were here now and three Samoans were looking back to the street on their side while the two main Samoans talked. If they stood up now even to go sneak they ran the risk of being seen. Even losing three seconds of the element of surprise was something they didn't like to do.
Neto took the left side of the parked dark blue Cavalcade while Joaquin took the right. Neto held his left finger up three to be exact then counted down. Joaquin threw a flashbang their way and it went off blinding all of the DNB's and partially blinding the Samoan gangsters. The two came out spraying. The three Samoan gangsters fell with rounds in their back the first going down by Neto's Rifle the next two by Joaquin. The big guy and the woman retreated to cover behind a dumpster. The DNB's returned blind fire and Neto just laughed but three strays came their way and one narrowly missed his face so he ducked back down.
5 Minutes Earlier
T Mart sat on the steps of the new apartment complex he'd moved into. There was only about four other DNB's there besides him out of thirty or so residents. He was sobering up from a night of meth and beer. A young Filipino wannabe gangster of eleven or so was trying to cop beers, cigarettes or weed off him. "Nah homie...I aint about to do that this time around..."
"Why not, T? You done helped us befotre..."
"Look lil homie I'm not in the mood all right?" He sniffed. He hadn't slept in days. "Still sweating Cherry, homie?" Asked the teen. The older gangster nodded. "Yeah...that's gonna take some time to heal from you feel me?"
Khoi spotted him and he sighed. "Ah fuck...I'm in for it now..." He gave him a 20 dollar bill. "Go to the store get yourself something else they aint gonna sell you booze or cigarettes. This aint the 90's. Fuck that bullshit."
Khoi walked up. "Twenty dollars. That was kind of you..."
"Look if you're gonna lecture me about drugs and drink save it all right? I do what I have to. To maintain. The streets is killing me."
"You think I don't understand? I do. I was in the war, remember? There was a woman I loved back then. She was killed in a massacre. I thought it was the Viet Cong. It turned out to be Americans. You know...in some ways you remind me of the Mercado brothers. The kids that founded this."
"I thought you founded it, pops?" Asked T Mart. Khoi shook his head. "No I told you, remember? I was just a young man back then. New to America. But to them I was older and when I revealed that I had fought in the war when we met we teamed up together. They were just some teenagers that had problems with cholos at school. I was the one who provided the guns in those days. You think I never did drugs or got drunk? Think again. I was trying to forget about a war that went on for over a decade. They bombed my country into a parking lot and my side helped do it."
"The way Cherry went out, man...I just wanna grab the strap and go to the nearest MH1 hood. I don't even give a fuck if I got help. I can roll solo and lay out all those bitches...I gotta do something for her..."
Khoi took his beer. "You're not doing here any favors by getting loaded, kid. You know...I had parents... I killed my own father...things were normal for a time until they weren't. When the war started things went to hell. But I had parents. Before the war anyway. You don't seem like you had a dad."
"I didn't, man...pops was a drunk that left us. Probably dead somewhere in a gutter, man. Fuck...my homie'ss dead...fuckin Romeo and TV it was bad enough when they died. Now I lose Cherry..." He was in tears. Khoi put an arm around his shoulder. "You're gonna get your revenge and I'm gonna help you. I know it won't bring her back but this is the best I can offer you."
They heard shooting. "Shit! They hit our motherfuckin hood!" Growled T Mart. Khoi ran with him into the apartment he was renting and T Mart got two Rifles out. "Here, pops! You got an M4 just like what you used in Nam, right? We gotta get out there. Could be Tampons or the V Holes."
"No, kid...I'll take an AK just like you...I used one back then even when I was on the American side."
T Mart only hesitated a second and gave him the AK. They began to make their way towards where the shooting was. "It's up to people like us to prevent the next person like Cherry ending up the way she did!"
At the same time this was going on, four DNB's and two SOP's were standing about a block away discussing a football game.
The first Samoan was a big man wearing an Ohlone football jersey on and he had slicked back black hair and a handle bar mustache and baggy blue jeans.
He said to a DNB member, a Cambodian nineteen year old man wearing a gray Pounders jersey and a black baseball hat on backwards, "I'm telling you man,the way they did BJ Smith snatching him up in Venturas and shit? That's all cause they were mad he got away with murder in '95, homie. Think about it how you gonna gaffle up a motherfucker stealimng shit from his own trial? That's his shit he should get it back!"
Jose Gata, Camello and Chela pulled up alongside and Jose was driving but Gata unloaded rounds with both Uzis. She struck the 19 year old in the chest with sixteen rounds in total and th next four hit one of his homies in the right arm. The man fell crying out in agony. "Cuidado, chavalas!" Sneered Camello as he unloaded with an AK-47 striking the big Samoan gangster in the chest and stomach with eleven rounds. The other two were mopped up by Chela who was letting lose with a Stryker. They sped up the street and they saw two Samoan gangsters parked in a dark red Voodoo. "The fuckin Sop's are here?!" Jose growled. "Fuckin great!"
"Their mistake. They shouldn't be around here."
Clayton and T Mart were in the alley and they hauled ass out of there returning fire and getting to the other side of the alley. They tried to get into their own ride but Joaquin put a burst into the right back and front tires. "Look, nigga! Don't nobody got time for this shit!" Growled T Mart as he returned shots with a Beretta. "You fuckin Va Ho's got nothing better to do?!"
El Pavo, meanwhile pulled the gold Peyote up and he and a few others got out. The first was a light skinned paisa wearing a gold and brown flannel with a white ttank top and hkakis. She had the penciled in eyebrows and a tear drop tattoo under her right eye, on the right side of her neck was the name Armando saying RIP. She carried a Mac-10. Her name was Chacha short for Muchacha and she was from East Side.
Next was Jaime Salas, AKA Night Owl. Night Owl was thirty two years old and had done a dime in Boilingbroke. He stood 5'10 and had medium brown skin, a shaved head and a crooked grin. He had his left side og his neck tattoeed 213 on it. He wore a black wifebeater under a longsleeved flannel jacket. He had done ten years for attempted murder of a member of the 21st street Families. He had only been an enforcer for his own gang and he had done a drive by to do it and the man had nearly died in fact he had died for two minutes in surgery but then pulled through.
He had thin lips and beady brown eyes and wore a brown and white flannel jacket and black dickies. Next was La Chappara. She was a Mexican American standing at 5'2 wearing all black a black wife beater showing up her D cup breasts and black jeans. Her eyebrows were also penciled was a pale shade of brown and she had a light blue bandanna around her neck. Her real name was Delores Ortiz. She was twenty five years old and the hardest time she'd ever done was a level 2 prison where she had done three years for grand theft auto but she had also done juvie time.
Night Owl had an M3 and he banged the shot out striking a DNB female in the chest Chacha fired her MP7 and sprayed hitting two SOP members with twenty rounds dragging up from the back of the legs up to their tail bones. They fell over bleeding. Chaparra fired an AK-101 and struck one SOP female and a male DNB blowing out the woman's knee caps while the DNB took five rounds to the jaw and right cheek.
Khoi came out firing his AK-47 striking three Vagos from Eastside down. "CHẾT! Chúng tôi muốn các bạn chó Mỹ ra ngoài!"
(DIE! We want you American dogs out!)
Clayton shot him a look as he crowned two Aztecas with his Uzi and asked, "You all right, pops?! Where you at?"
"ĐÂY LÀ CHO LAI CỦA TÔI !"
(This is for My Lai!)
As another carload of Vagos rolled by spraying at them dropping two DNB's who were running to cover, Khoi pulled the pin on a frag with his teeth and he threw it towards the driver window of the car. It landed in the lap of the driver. The explosion kicked up a lot of dirt and blood and fire. The bones and blood exploded and in a black cloud of smoke mixed wth orange flame mixed with wine red blood coating thee front seat, both gang members had their faces blown away in pieces. The men inb thee back weakly got out bleeding and limping after the car crashed.
T Mart struck down one of them while the other fell. "You're in our hood, motherfucker! VK! Our hood your grave!"
Gina returned fire herself with a Mac-11 and she struck down two Jamestown Vagos as they got out of a dark gray Hermes. Sicko Green got his AK-107 and began to spray down four Aztecas from Rancho. He made it look like a slaughterhouse inside the car. Gina called to him, "Hey what are you doing here?! It aint good for you to be here."
"You complaining about help, girl? What's wrong with you?"
Clayton yelled out as he got his hands on an M4A1, "On me! I got these motherfuckers!" He fired striking five Rancho born Vagos, three males and two females. He killed the three males and wounded the cholas. "This is our hood! I aint running! Fuck the East Side!" He caught five rounds back striking him in the chest. "Ah shit!" He panted as he ducked behind a gray Willard for cover. "Shit got real..." He exhaled as he fired off a few blind fire rounds.
Neto saw Khoi finally. He was mowing down Aztecas. Neto fired directly at the older man. He struck him in the chest. The man fell over but he had a vest on. Khoi returned fire and he got backup with his back against a light blue Peyote. Three rounds hit Khoi, however. He fell over as the first round struck the Hmong gang leader in the left foot. Khoi screamed and the second round hit his left shin bone and a third round ricocheted and struck him in the right wrist. A fourth round struck him in the right hip.
"Why you shoot him, Neto?! Afraid you can't take on the big man yourself?!" Cried T Mart as he fired off 5.56 rounds at Neto who took cover behind a purple Oracle. Neto thought to himself as he waited for the Filipino to quit wasting ammo with posturing shots, thought, I know I can't. And even if I could, I don't want to take that chance. Even if I've been killing people and I can fight one on one well, I got one good eye and even on my best day, this fool still had a thirty year headstart on killing.
Mahana and Ulu retreated with Ulu catching a slug from a Mac-10 fired by a chola from the East Side in the right shoulder and Manana caught a round in the back which was protected by her vest but she got herself and the bigger Samoan to cover.
Joaquin fired his own Rifle after reloading a second time and he fired into a dark blue Felon lighting up a carload of Samoan gangsters. A Sanchez suddenly sped at him with two DNB's on it. The man in the back fired an Uzi and struck the Kumeeyaay and Mojave ex Seal in the chest. They hit him with nine rounds and he popped down into cover. Chela yelled out, "Fuck off! Carajo!" Before she fired striking the driver in the head and blew a chunk of the man's brain and skull out of the top of his head. The passenger on the bike screamed as he flew off as it crashed into a parked Greenwood.
He broke his right arm and scraped his face on the ground. Joaquin, winded from the rounds got up. He saw the wounded Cambodian gangster going for a backup piece that the driver of the Sanchez had, an M9 in his waistband. Culebra got to him first and brought his combat boot down on the back of his jaw. The man's blood and teeth sprayed as Culebra stomped him. Culebra did it again and again. He brought his boot down with a final crunch.
El Pavo saw that Khoi was on the ground and Neto noticed an older Chicano male with dark brown skin with slicked back black hair and a black wife beater. He was a middle aged man, maybe Ivan's age or older.
He aimed at Khoi. "Whoa who is that?" Neto demanded of the older Chicano male. He got in the way. "He's mi jefito, ese..." Pavo insisted. "He did twenty five years cause of that fool right there. He's got the right to pull the trigger..."
"We got history..." The East Side OG stated. "I don't give a fuck. Your padre or not, I need to find out where Mai is..."
T Mart, in the chaos, had gotten to Khoi and was carrying him. Two Aztecas were trying to get to him but T Mart laid them both down with his Beretta 92. "I'm getting you some fuckin help, pops! We'll find Mai she'll know what to do..."
Gina saw the two limping down an alley and she fired at a Jamestown Vago who was waiting for a few of his homies to get in. She hit him in the chest and pulled him out of the ride, a gray Glendale while he was bleeding out. She pulled down the alley and opened up the passenger door. "Get in! It aint safe in our hood but we got homies that'll help."
T Mart helped the wounded ex IAA agent into the car. They took off and Khoi groaned, "What about...Sicko...and Clayton...and the rest of the girls...?" He asked referring to the females besides Gina.
"They'll make it...i think they were after you..."
"You don't know..that they'll make it...the East Side Vagos...they're like...Viet Cong...or..GI. they won't go away...shit..." He passed out.
"Is he breathing?" Demanded Gina. T Mart nodded as he checked. "Yeah he's got a pulse but he needs help."
"A guy his age shouldn't be fighting anymore...,maye none of us should...I',msick of this shit, T! Maybe after we clap back at the Aztecas and Vagos..and we get rid of Eddie...maybe we should hang it up. You and me...Cherry's gone...and Romeo. And TV. For what?!"
"I don't know...we'll cross that bridge when we come to it girl..."
"I don't think he's gonna make it..." She breathed as she got them towards San Andreas Avenue.
T Mart was determined. "His fate will be the same as ours. No matter what."
Neto looked to Jose as he was finishing off four wounded gang members, two DNB's and two SOP's. "We better get outta here before the cops get here, man. I hear the sirens..." Jose warned. Neto nodded. He then asked, "By the way, carnalito..." Neto stopped him. Jose looked to him. "How's life as a father?"
"It's a trip, homie. Look at all this death and destruction we just caused...but then my son... it's something different, bro. The world makes sense...and fuckin Licha man...I didn't know she had it in her to be that nurturing."
Neto nodded. "You should try and get her to drop her flag. She should be out. You can keep earning and if you keep going the extra mile I'll pull you off the streets. You don't need to be slinging and packing a pistol in callejones. You can have some of the little homies watching after you."
2 Hours Later
Neto was sitting in his house and Chela was over as was Gata. Gata was on the phone with some of her relatives in Colombia in the kitchen. The Mexican-Colombian woman was speaking in Spanish but Neto and Chela were having a conversation of their own. "Do you think this is all worth it?" She asked. "I don't just mean being an Azteca. But being in Onda...and a of it? Everything you went through when you first got here."
"I don't know, all right?" He sighed. "I got my son back. And Madrazo is gone. In Mexico...we didn't win anything. Nothing really changed. In some ways a lot of comaradas in Chiapas already sold out to the government and their reformist bullshit a long time ago. Tu sabes...the way I look at it...this city is really Joaquin's stomping ground and we're all guests in it. If you really think about it. Even if I do have power over him through Onda. By the ancient ways...this is his home and protocol would say I defer to him. Plus he was a Seal so he knows things I don't about war."
He sighed. "I miss Mexico but I'm not sure I could ever go back. There's days when I want to anfd days when I don't want to. It'd all be cool except for all the memories are there. But maybe some people are safer in the chaos than they are in a place like America. With stronger law enforcement. I know the IAA wants me dead. They haven't yet cause some are afraid of an international incident but there won't be one if I get killed up here. And all they gotta do is make it look like one of my enemigas on the streets did it."
The Central American woman nodded. "That's how I see it too. You know I may not have known you like that back then when you first got here but I was here for it all. Demon, Gordo..." She sighed. "I still miss Demon. It's really fucked up that him and his family had to be at each other's throats."
Neto shrugged. "Wrong side of the tracks. For both of them. Maybe they're finally cool with each other now that they're both dead."
"You ever think about that? What you'll say to the people we've lost if we see them again?"
"Yeah. All the time. I'd tell Nenetl that I fucked up but she knows that. But she also knows I've done my best to get Emiliano away from the cartel/. Maybe that's why I stay up here risking death. Cause down there they might try and recruit him when he's old enough.I can die from the cartel in Mexico or the Agency here. But you? You're a Christian right?"
She smiled. "I try to be. You know...I miss Pajaro every day and I hate that motherfucker that killed him. I didn't get a FAIR chance at killing him."
"I've beeen trying to do that for...longer than i want to. That boy has nine lives. I mean it. I've taken at least one or two of them. And he may have gotten me here and there too. But if I get a chance to flush his ninth life down the drain...i'll let you do it with me. I know that sometimes revenge has to be shared."
"But I try to turn to God and I know I'm not perfect but maybe it's not my job to kill or punish Mark Roman. He doesn't even really know me or how this effected me but to me...he's somebody I think about killing every day."
"I hate to say it mija but you're probably not even a blip on his radar. Just another faceless chola. And it wouldn't be safe for you to go after him without me there. I'll do the fuckin heavy lifting all right? But I'll let you do the final blow on that puto.."
"Have you ever...been a Christian?" She asked.
Neto shook his head. "No. There were people trying to make my parents Catholic but they never really bought into it either. I know what it's all about though I still grew up down there and it's a bible reading country. You'd think more people from where i'm from would go to New Arcadia since it's a part of the south that has a lot of Catholics. More than even a lot of places in New Austin. But I don't believe in it. And I've been to church."
"But..I know you're into this Maya God thing and the Aztec gods but do you ever think what if you're wrong? I mean if I'm wrong it doesn't matter but if you're wrong...you could lose everything."
"That sounds like the kind of bullshit saying I should play the lottery. How can I win if I don't play? Same line of thinking, esa."
"Yeah but all you'd have to do is believe...I'm not trying to convert you but ...you have these death gods and you even call yourself death and it hasn't brought you any happiness."
"I wasn't meant to be happy. Not in the same way that most people are. Killing people makes me happy. The closest thing to a normal thing i could have is my son. And after what happened with Ernesto's son..shit even what happened with Emiliano when I thought he was dead I see how fragile life is..." He gave her a hard stare. "Christians like to say that kind of thing all the time. If I'm wrong or if you're wrong. But what if you're all following a demon that just pretends to be a God? He acts like a demon. Striking down fuckers for not believing in him. We got some psychotic gods in the Maya kingdoms but none can touch your Dios. I'd almost worship him just cause he's ruthless if he wasn't such a hypocritical little bitch that created the Devil and created all the pitfalls he'll blame mankind for."
She had a saddened look in her eyes. "I think i'm gonna go to hell sometimes...I don't know..."
"This IS hell. Existence on Earth but it can also be paradise. Nobody knows what's really on the other side. I figure I'm fucked in any faith that is about forgiveness and redemption. I can only go to warriors heaven in a warrior religion..."
"You know...your son...he proves that life is valuable. It doesn't have to be cheap. Maybe it's valuable because it's so fragile. And death is everywhere."
"Maybe...both are true..." He slowly admitted. "Maybe life is prescious and it's cheap. But what do i know. I'm just some cranked out fiend."
1 Week Later
Sitting with his son, he was watching Republican Space Rangers. Emiliano looked up at him suddenly. "¿Cómo era mi madre?"
(What was my mother like?)
He looked down at him. "Ella era ... una luchadora. Me hizo ver que luchar por un mejor propósito era mejor que luchar por dinero. Ella me salvó la vida."
(She was...a fighter. She made me see that fighting for a better purpose was better than just fighting for money. She saved my life.)
"¿Crees que ella sabe quién soy? ¿De los cielos?"
(Do you think she knows who I am? From the heavens?)
"Sí pequeño. Ella está muy orgullosa de ti. Te prometo que ella estará contigo en cada paso del camino."
(Yes little one. She is very proud of you. I promise you she's with you every step of the way.)
Just then, Jose burst in. "Bro..." He was panting. He had a bloody arm as well, a gunshot.
"What.." He turned To Emiliano. "Hijo..go to your room..."
"It's Gata and Chela man...they got them..."
"Who got them?!" He grabbed him by the shirt.
"The fuckin Driftwoods, carnal! They were pretending to be cops. Or at least I think they used to be cops. They had the three of us on the curb I thought they were narcs or some shit...then I figured it out when they arrested Gata and Chela...they started shooting and I drew my shit and shot back. I hit one of them in the back so I don't know but...they got her..."
Just then, Neto's phone rang. It was an unknown number. He picked up after two rings. "Who the fuck is this?"
The voice on the other end sounded African American. "You wanna see your girl again?"
"What...who..you better fuckin..."
"Chill out homie...it's H Bomb. I don't got either one of em but I been keeping eyes on the motherfuckers from the Davis PD or what used to be Davis PD and they been working for Eddie Vinke. I got rid of a few of em but there's still a few floating around. I can help you get them back. A couple of my boys got eyes on her."
"You better not be bullshitting me or I'll put you in a fuckin oil drum."
"If I'm lying you can go ahead and do that. Meet me at Del Perro Pier but you should have a few of your people with you cause if you want to see either one of those women again you're gonna want to cooperate with me cause I want Eddie did more than you."
2 Hours Later
Neto and Joaquin arrived. H Bomb, Sway, Kiss, Dime and even Stone were all there as was K Low, Janea and G Bone. Neto had Zorra and Licha watching over Emiliano at home.
"We need to pat you down make sure you aint heated..." Insisted Stone.
"Fuck you. I'm here for Gata and Chela. What do you know?" H Bomb showed him his phone. "I had two of my boys tailing these motherfuckers. We wanted to see if they'll lead back to Eddie. I know the Driftwoods are loyal to him but most of the ones that are under him already took flight and some are between Red Stick and New Arcadia but I don't know the lay of the land..."
He showed him pictures of two Caucasian men in their 40's leading tied up and gagged Gata and Chela. "You don't expect me to have done something about it do you? Would you do it for us?"
Neto glared but said, "Chale, puto. So what now?"
"Like I said love to help but if I did I don't find out where Eddie's posted up at. But if I tail them back to where he's at then we can get at him. The question is...are you willing to ride with us now?"
"I'm getting her back..." Neto said answering the question in a round about way.
"Cool. But I'm taking the Da Nang Boyz with me. I don't even care if you bring that Russian with you. We need all the hel;p we can get we need to put aside that politics bullshit we can all agree that Eddie needs to die. Even the Vanguard signed off on this shit. They're coming too. I think your girl Mai will be there her pops too now I know you laid him up pretty bad and he's resting but if fighting jumps off and his daughter is there he'll find a way to be there."
"What do you get out of the DNB's being there? You don't want competition for the person that killed your son."
"No, I don't but it's gonna be a lot of bodies falling either way and I got love for the Da Nang Boyz but I got more love for my own hood and if I gotta choose between the two I'd rather there be a chance they take some losses than us. But Mai'sthe homegirl we cool but her pops I wouldn't mind if her pops went down in this gunfight. Matter of fact I wouldn't mind if he had died when you and your homies hit up Cypress Flats but he's a weapon and we need that."
"Yeah? What's your beef with Khoi Thu?" Demanded Neto. H Bomb refused to answer that. "Do we got a deal or not? Now my boys clocked them in Eastern San Andreas. A ways inland from Sandy Shores but since your boy from North Rancho popped one of them they gotta try and patch him up and wait until it's safe for interstate travel."
"We got a deal for now...but just one thing...why would Eddie send any of his peopl;e after mine? I didn't hit them as hard as you did. In fact there was only that one shootout that a few vatos from the south side went in on and i know you...motherfucker...Helgada. Or maybe it was that bitch Triste..."
"That's neither here nor there. They did the right things and unlike you they didn't let pen politics sway em one way or another. You, you hoped us and the AV would weaken each other cause either way you get stronger and now this fool is lashing out at everybody. To my knowledge hes raped a few hookers and he raped and killed my homegirl G Note, he did it to a DNB sister Cherry, so maybe now he's trying to get a two for one with Aztecas."
"Yeah...and it's because he knows Helgada and Triste or whatever fuckin punks you got fighting alongside you hel;ped and dragged us into this. You can get pissed that I didn't want to be on your side in this war. You can call me a coward, whatever homes. I've done more against Uncle Sam than you have. Some AV junkie is small potatoes. But the shit you did and some of the soldados from my side did is what got Gata and Chela kidnapped. Not me."
"You know what?" H Bomb nodded. "You right. And I was almost gonna let it happen just to teach you a lesson. Or maybe I'd have had my boys mercy kill them or just kill the Davis PD and the Driftwoods and if they ended up a casualty in a gunfight so be it. In fact that's what my brother wanted us to do but me I'm trying to make the world a little better than it was left to us. So consider this my way of making up for it. It doesn't matter if you blame me either. This is the only way to get em back."
"I guess I better make some calls then..."
"Cool get your people to head out to New Arcadia now but I don't want you hitting the twwo David PD cops till we're sure of where Eddie's laying low. You get what i'm saying? Don't light them up when you get to New need to make sure we see Eddie before we move in."
That's it for this chapter so Chela and Gata have been kidnapped both by Eddie and now Neto has to go to New Arcadia and try and rescue them with a lot of their enemies with them. As far as that shootout between the Aztecas and Vagos against the DNB's that has been kind of a long time coming and more is going to come of it.
I can tell you this. Chela will be for sure all right with Eddie as she will be rescued but Gata I'm not sure about and she's been with Neto from the knows what may transpire in the heat of battle.
The conversation between Neto and Chela about Christianity is based on a conversation I had with a Christian woman I'm friends with. And also this other guy who's a Christian that I'm friends with though this took less inspiration from that
As for Khoi I thought it would be an interesting arc if the Vago that shot Mai when she was a toddler was still alive. I'd kind of implied he had killed Vagos involved with her shooting but that was mainly other Vagos who had been in the car with him. And to top it off having Pavo be a already prominent East Side Vagos character and then have his father be a shot caller was a nice twist.
La Chaparra is visually based on Sleepy Loka who did not look how i expected her to look. Night Owl I'm not sure yet but his prison stint is based on what Richard Cabral AKA Baby Jokes from Mayans MC did to land in prison when he was in a gang. Not sure who I will base Chacha on.
But I wanted to have a major gunfight between the factions in Cypress and show major characters on both sides.
Next chapter they will go and deal with Eddie. There could even be a surprise cameo as far as the New Arcadia characters i suggest reading Zilla 2000s last chapter though. This takes place before that all though as he reads this we can maybe come to a closer choice on where this should take place related to his story chronology wise.'
As for Les Lofton he's a parody of the youtuber Wes Watson. Just look him up if you have no idea who that is. He's a clown and a joke but it can be entertaining. He sounds like Jay from Jay & Silent Bob voice wise if Jay was on steroids.I predict many references to his channel and others to come. I've went down the rabbit hole of prison channels from different cons in different states and it's fuckin funny especially when the west beefs with the south. Or even when the south beefs with each other.
That's it for now.