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.

89. Death Wish

Weeks Earlier

Rancho

5:16 PM

Neto

He answered the face time but he was notably stressed. "What?"

"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, Ikal?"

"What do you want, Nero?" Neto demanded. He had started calling him that. Not Roman not Marcus. Nero. Too many people had forgotten his old moniker and Neto felt that represented him best.

"I can't check in on an old ernemy and new friend?"

"Maybe if there wasn't an agenda behind it, yes."

"I'm too busy to have any kind of agenda with you. I'm calling you because you need to calm your boy down. The hothead turned sociopath. Actually the way he acted in my city I think he might somehow be both a psycho and a sociopath. Either he wanted to shorten my numbers which is the only reason he killed extra guns that we just added or he doesn't know who the closest to me is and I know that's not the case cause he took us captive."

"Why what happened this time?" He asked.

"He helped Ernesto kill a lot of people. BSU and Rifas folded an entire set of Rifas."

"Fuck. I didn't think carnalito would ever kill that many Rifas but...huh..."

"You know something you wanna share with the rest of the class, Death?"

"Yeah. Maybe he's killing them because cause of who the Rifas ally with..fools like you reminds him of the Lords he used to run with back in Liberty City. There's not that much of a difference between a Rifas philosophy and a Lord's philosophy. One just has more power than the other. You know the shoe wars...the Rifas might kick up some dust but it's not like it was ever close. They killed one of ours and we killed eight of their big homies in the pinta. Somehow i bet if we had a full on war with teh Lords they'd have given us more of a challenge. They would have probably been able to take more of Central San Andreas than Rifas could too. They might have even pushed into our varrios down south but a Rifa couldn't do that."

"I heard a story once about a Rifa who did do that once. He had relatives in some LS barrio. It's not a story La Onda would tell you. He may not have ever killed any Onda members but they say he killed OG's from rival Vago varrios all while pretending to be from that hood his cousin was from."

"Where'd you hear shit likle that who you been talking to?"

"Anyway, Ernesto had my cousin stabbed. I need to make sure you aint getting involved cause his day is coming. I can tell he wants to die but he wants to take as many of us down as he can. It's a suicide mission and he knows it."

"If you're so sure about that you got nothing to worry about, homes."

"I already said what i said. I need to know you aint..."

"I heard you the first time. If I didn't have Emiliano i would be helping you."

"Maybe it's good Anna got your son back then. It bought me peace."

"Maybe I'll lift that ban on the BSU having explosives nd drones now that you aint at war with Vagos and Aztecas out here it's not a problem. I just hope you won't use that against the Aztecas with Ernesto. You got more than enough men to do what you have to."

"You're okay with this?"

"Ernesto might die at the hands of his own gang for wasting time an resources against you. If he dies by your hand at least he dies a hero in the varrio. If you died...I'm not gonna pretend like it wouldn't solve some problems but it would also cause some new ones."

"Thought we were past this, Ikal..." It sounded weird being called that but he didn't react to it. He still hadn't earned back his name. Neto was what he went by for now because he had lived like a Neto but not like an Ikal.

"It;' not about the old bad blood between us. Probably too much has happened for us to ever be comaradas but give me some credit. In fact I go by the 48 laws of power sometimes a former enemy can be more usefulk than a friend."

"Not something I'd expect an Ondero to say to me."

"Well in any cliqua the talent pool isn't all the same. The reality is in war some men and women are more valuable than others. Some vatos are worth fifty. Or a hundred. Sometimes it takes a war with a big fish in a small town. You couldn't handle my empire and I probably wouldn't want yours. There's no real loyalty where you are. That;'s why you have the BSU. Becgause everybody else can't be relied on."

"That's more or less the size of it. I'd still take a small tight knit crew. You know what you are? You're like Colm O'Driscol. Old Irish outlaw that got executed out here. His crew was all about quantity over quality..." Before Neto could say anything on teh defense he added, "I know there's talent on your side but they aint all equal to each other and my point just is we don't ask for our crew to be one race. I'm more like Dutch. I make my own rules."

"Dutch Van Der Lynde," Neto replied, "Was a condescending white liberal at his basics. He's the self styled white ally that claims to speak for the oppressed instead of letting the oppressed speak for themselves. He also used a shit load of people like Task as crash dummies. He also let a white boy that hated anything tanner than a gringo break his gang apart so even if Dutch had a united nations gang he was stuill the one calling teh shots."

"You're comparing me to a Yankee outlaw?"

"If this was the 1800's you'd probably be running with him. Then again that depends on what your family was doing. Back in those days."

"So your family would run Javier Escuela then? Or Abraham Reyes?"

"Maybe..." The Mexican gangster replied. "No this is what I meant. If you were dead...or Ana...even if I didn't cause it...it eould just mean that I'd be free to have my war with the IAA. For now...the best I get are the scraps i can take on with Bernard's side if the IAA. I know you think your friends would avenge you. And they' try. I'm talking about in any situation where you die but Lee and Jimmy and Link are still top side. But you you're outclassed taking on Ivan."

"Really cause it looks to me like even Task, an outta towner that aint from out here anymore than the Markovich Family is and he still folded them like a map with a crossbow."

"Yeah. Russian mobsters. Not FSB. You get more of them involved in this...you're gonna think I'm stupid but your fuckin organization and Ivan's could start world war 3. If you fight it the wrong way...if an IAA agent dies at the hands of a Ruskie or any of you drop an FSB agent in the streets, Russia will use that to declare war. Mutually assured destruction. Just like the cold war."

"I don't think it'll come to that. But Ivan's gotta stop with his bullshit. If you can help facilitate that in any way...if you can talk to Ernesto..."

"What good you think that's gonna do, homes? His mind's made up."

"I heard Marrick the other day talk about knocking off the rest of his family. I can find them in Nueva Paraiso."

"What do you think killing more of his kids is gonna do? They still got protection for the Zeros. I can't act like I never made a choice other people didn't agree with. So if that's true, Ernesto...made a deal with them. You already caught some of teh sicarios. I got my sources out your way too. But if you kill more of his kids he'll only come at you harder."

"After what he did to Buck...I'd say we're past that point, brother. You killed Viktor and Miller. At least you gave them a quick death."

"I tried to...Miguel thought it'd be all right to just stab them. He fucked it up. I don't like what you all did to him but he was unstable. I might not be the face of sanity over here I'm not that different from Trevor Phillips other than I bathe, I have kids and I don't live in a trailer. But I wasnt that stupid when I was his age. That was long befoe I touched anything heavier than pisto and mota."

Mark let out a sigh. He was eating as was Neto. Neto was eating Chinese food. He had a mouthful of Mongolian beef. Mark was eating just the sweet rolls from Olive Oil's chicken . He knew there was a full on meal in there but he was not ure if he was ready to commit to a full on meal just yet as this was stress eating. Mark also had a tendency to get fried chicken from there but he would always remove the skin.

A judgemental man might have considered that to be weird since anybody who ate fried chicken must like the fried food but Mark always took it off. He in fact would always give his brothers around him his skin. It was both an act of generosity ensuring they had fuller stomachs and it was a preference.

Neto didn't give a shit. From what K:or had told him, his mother ate pizza with a fork and K:or himself had admitted that when he was four or five out of curiosity, instead of keytchup he dipped not only french fries but also steak into mustard. He would do the same thing with fish sticks too. Neto had tried the fish sticks thing but that was when he was stoned and he and Emiliano both had tried it. To his surprise he had liked it too.

Maybe 4 year old K:or had been onto something. Everybody had some unexplainable custom involving eating.

Neto washed the beef, chow mein noodles and rice with a swig of Sprunk. Emiliano was eating a cheeseburger much like many American kids did when tehy first tried Chinese food and didnt't like it but tthen they grew up to realize how wrong they had been. The same was common for white kids and even some brainwashed pochos he had seen that didn't like Mexican food. Luckily Emiliano did but he just hadn't developed a taste for Chinese food yet.

"Im exausted, Neto..." Mark told him. "And I gotta get going, man. Just gonna eat and get some sleep cause I got a long day ahead of me."

He looked at the clock again. It wasn't even nine yet but he was right. Whatever he was doing tommorow would be hard for him.

Neto had a bite of sweet and sour chicken followed by some BBQ pork dipped in hot mustard. "You gotta go you gotta i'll try and reach out to Ernesto one last time. Raza to Raza. See if I can't talk him down homie. I considered it worth aavenging wjen you killed some of our soldados but this has been dragged out and you know he aint the one that killed your sister, your padre..."

"Don't...talk about them..." Mark said with a sudden change in tone. "Not now, man...I know who killed them and trust me they're gonna pay for it. Hell will seem like heaven after what I do to them."

"One last thing...Lee..you and him had Mai's back. Can I assume this means you aint gonna try and kill her again? I don't need you and my brothe fighting. I honestly been telling him to avoid you and just not talk to you. We can make the truce work but it's a volatitle situation."

"I don't start up with him when I've seen him. I just don't say much. When we speak it's never beyond what's nesseary but I don't see any point in exchanging insults with a kid. That is what he is to me. A kid. I did kill your comaradas and he aint ever gonna see it from my end. But you...you might not like it but you can see it. That;s why you're on top and he;s number two."

"There won't be a reason for me to be in New Arcadia. He can come out here I don't care he can visit Mai. I can't make any promises that I'll never fight her again. That depends on her going forward. That shit that just happened with the Families and the lowriders...I know she was behind it. The Vagos want revenge and I aint gonna hand her over to them. But I'm also not gonna kill any of them to protect her. And if it comes down to them and her it's gonna be them I choose. Being what I am now...a Pilli...that comes with responsibility to us and the Vagos. Even Marabunta grande but some of the cliquas think they can just start their own thing an venture off ob their own."

"I can try and talk to Mai the next time she's in New Arcadia. I know by the laws of the streets you want to kill her for what she and Lee did to Renata. I can't promise you and Lee are ever gonna be boys or that you and Mai can ever go back to being friends but maybe I can help ya'll facilitate a treaty. Between her hood and yours. Before ya'll end up on even more of a collision course. Do you want to fight the war I fought with Ernesto with her? The war I fought with you. Do you really want that with her? Because if you do it'll be impossible to get Lee to agree to any peace."

"I'll let you get back to me. And I wont even retaliate against Lee if he takes out Marabunta members if they're from cliquas from El Salvador that follow their reglas. They aint supposed to be here if they aint paying taxes to the carnales in prison. But even if you could say I got my revenge on him by killing Luna ...I can't take the greenlight off Mai. I don't have that power. No one man does. I won't let any Azteca lay a hand on her but I can't even sanction a peace treaty till teh carnales lift the luz verde and that wn't happen without a high ranking body. If it can't be her they'll want her dad. If they cant find her papa they'll settle for her madre. Torture her until she gives him up. Then kill her anyway."

"Why don't you just kill the man that was bankrolling the job she did instead? I'm not gonna pull punches here. Thire is starting to be cool with some of the boys from out there in SOP. I;d hate to see a conflict of interest there too."

"Then I won't settle for anything less than Lamar Davis's rotting cuerpo."

"Cant help you there, amigo,"

"Look, let's catch up again, soon, dog..." Mark suggested. "I still need to know what's going on in LS and I don't thinlk you'd sugar coat what's goimng on. If there's problems with LS chapter of BSU..."

"There isn't. I talked to Nick and his gringo. They're fine plus now they're backed up by the yakuza. Only problem is they did hae to cut a deal with...an enemy of mine I gotta take care of. Out here. I guess i got a long day ahead of me too."

"What kinda enemy? Familes? Ballas? You know if you ever talked to H Bomb the way you are with me yopu'd probably squash a lot of the old beef between ya'l. He's cool."

"Fuck H Bomb. I don't have sitdowns with them. Too much bad blood. Shit that was set in motion before me or Bomba were born. But no it aint him. It's more the bald gringo variety of criminales."

"Aight. I'll hit you back when I get a chance. Look.I appreciate you staying out of this shit with Ernesto I know it aint easy for you but there's no reason to get more of your soldados killed. It's like you ssaid you don't even want New Arcadia. I don't know why you don't cause other Onderos at least move coke out here."

"I got a kid to think about. That's more important than Onda. If he was still San Andrean Onda he'd be my problem.

"Truth be told I might not get the chance to murk him. The BGA wants him dead, his own carnales some are politicking from behind bars. His war cost them too much money and manpower. You aint betraying La Raza by staying out of this. You should know that. If...if there's a chance that I don't talk to you again if this shit doesn't go my way well..it's been real."

He sighed. "I'm starting to think my pops is the lucky one."

"I know the feeling, vato. I miss mine too. El rato, ese."

He got off the phone. In his mind he knew he was referring to Trevor Phillips but to Mark it had come off like he was talking about skinheads possibly in West LS since the Aztecas had turf all over. Even Armenian Pride since they were known to have issues with Aztecas too and Neto was no friend to Armenians but Mark figured that if he meant Armenians he would have said so.

Still, he wondered if he couldn't deter Ivan in the near future, then he would consider asking the Mexican Mafia members assistance agaoinst the Armenians. It might have technically gone against the rules to help a black criminal even against Armenians due to the alliance on the streets but Neto being freed afforded him more freedom than the average member of his own gang.

Neto on the other hand, wondered if he should have inquired more into what El Negro pistolero was up to in Mexico. He had certainly dipped his toes in the waters near where the Zero Cartel was near Escelera. Their power base was there but they also had considerable influence in the areas around Chuparosa as well and that area but the difference was he had not gone to Escelera in any of the months Neto's eyes and ears were able to tell him but he had been in some gunfights in the streets of Chuparosa.

He also knew however that even though Mark had enemies stirring in the south and that he might have to help him in the future if by no other way than to just stimply continiue to do what he was already doing killing Zeros but allow Mark to also do what he did. The kid wasn't ready yet. True, Mark wasn't that much younger. He was born in '94 or around that time. He was even younger than K:or all though looking at their faces, Mark looked older. The only thing that gave K:or a more seasoned look was the growing number of scars on his face since he always got rid of his facial hair.

But he had a maturity of a different type. Paul had the personality of a lonely child while Mark had the attitude of a man who had grown up with relatives.

He would demand that if Mark should ask his help against the Zeros and he knew he would, he would say yes in a heartbeat. He saw them as worse overall for Mexico than other cartels and they were. They were also more north than a lot of cartels that were further soputh such as the one Neto had worked for. That made them potentially more dangerous in Neto's eyes.

Emiliano was now fluent in both English and Spanish. "Papá, ¿cómo era mamá?"

(Papa, what was mama like?)

With great sadness in his dark eyes, Neto replied, "

(She was strong. Beautiful in a really old school way. When she found me I was lost. She saved me in a way. She was an angel. And we had you.

Ella era fuerte. Hermoso en una forma muy vieja escuela. Cuando me encontró estaba perdido. Ella me salvó de alguna manera. Ella era un ángel. Y te teníamos. En este momento... ella vive en las estrellas y nos vigila por la noche. ¿Ves esa estrella ahí, mijo?"

(She was strong. Beautiful in a very old school way. When I found myself I was lost. She saved me somehow. She was an angel. And I use you. Right now... she lives in the stars and watches over us at night. Do you see that star there, mijo?)

He was pre school age now and Neto and Gata had already taught him since they;d gotten back from Madrazo.

"Si papá."

"Ella tiene el poder de ser la estrella que quiera por el tiempo que quiera. ¿Pero esa estrella? Cuando ves esa estrella... es ella."

(She has the power to be any star she wants for however long she that star? When you see that star...thats her.)

Emiliano smiled at this. Neto decided to telll him a bedtime story as it came that time close to 9PM.

"During the reign of the Aztecs in the Valley of Mexico, a harsh and punishing tribute system was imposed on the surrounding provinces and towns. It was one of the things that would lead to the undoing of the Aztec empire, but at the time was a great source of wealth and labor for the capital city Tenochtitlan..." He began.

"El gobernante local del pueblo de Tlaxcala, que una vez fue tan poderoso como los aztecas pero perdió parte de su influencia a través de varios acuerdos, estaba harto del duro sistema de tributos. El cacique local decidió que iría a la guerra contra los aztecas".

(The local ruler of the Tlaxcala people, who were once as powerful as the Aztecs but lost some of their influence through several deals, were fed up with the harsh tribute system. The local chieftain decided he would go to war against the Aztecs.)

The boy shifted in his bed. Neto continued, "Este cacique tenía una hermosa hija, la princesa Iztaccíhuatl, quien se había enamorado de uno de los grandes guerreros de la tribu, Popocatépetl. Cuando Popocatepetl le pidió la mano a su padre en matrimonio, él se la ofreció con gusto, siempre que Popocatepetl regresara victorioso de la guerra. Mientras Popocatepetl estaba en la guerra, uno de los celosos pretendientes de Iztaccíhuatl, Citlaltepetl, le dijo que Popocatepetl había muerto en la batalla. Afligida por el dolor, Iztaccíhuatl lloró hasta que su corazón se detuvo. Al regresar de la batalla, encontrando muerta a su amada, Popocatépetl estaba desconsolado y deambulaba por las calles día y noche lamentándola".

(This chieftain had a beautiful daughter, princess Iztaccíhuatl, who had fallen in love with one of the tribe's great warriors, Popocatepetl. When Popocatepetl asked her father for her hand in marriage he offered it gladly, as long as Popocatepetl came back victoriously from the war. While Popocatepetl was away at war, one of Iztaccíhuatl's jealous suitors, Citlaltepetl, told her that Popocatepetl had died in battle. Grief-stricken, Iztaccíhuatl cried until her heart stopped. Upon return from battle, finding his beloved dead, Popocatepetl was inconsolable and wandered the streets day and night mourning her.)

Gata sat by the bed as Neto told the story. "Finalmente, el guerrero Popocatépetl decidió que construiría una enorme tumba para Itzá y colocaría su cuerpo encima en homenaje. Él construyó una tumba enorme y llevó su cuerpo hasta la cima, y luego se arrodilló junto a ella con una antorcha humeante para cuidarla. Pasaron los siglos. Fueron cubiertos de nieve y tierra hasta convertirse en los volcanes que son hoy, con Itzá en forma de mujer recostada y Popo de hombre arrodillado. Se dice que el volcán aún activo, Popocatépetl, entra en erupción de vez en cuando porque aún le quema el dolor. en lo profundo de su corazón. El amante celoso, Citlaltépetl, se convirtió en lo que hoy es el Pico de Orizaba, un volcán lejano obligado a presenciar el amor sempiterno del Iztaccíhuatl y el Popocatepetl por la eternidad."

Finally, the warrior Popocatepetl decided he would build Itza a massive tomb and lay her body on top in homage. He built an enormous tomb and carried her body to the top, and then knelt beside her with a smoking torch to watch over passed. They were covered with snow and earth until they became the volcanoes they are today, with Itza in the shape of a reclining woman and Popo a kneeling is said that the still-active volcano, Popocatepetl, erupts occasionally because his pain still burns deep within his heart. The jealous lover, Citlaltepetl, became what is now the Pico de Orizaba, a distant volcano forced to witness the everlasting love of Iztaccíhuatl and Popocatepetl for eternity.)

He smiled at the happy ending. Before long, they bade him good night. "Yo Quiero , papa..."

Neto hugged him, "I love you too, ya little mocoso...

He turned to Gata. She was a few months along. She had taken care of Emiliano for him while he had been out running the streets and she had been a bit tempermental towards him. She walked out with bags under her eyes. "oye...I'm gonna be taking a trip out to Blaine County soon...gotta handle some business. Shit that...I should have taken care of when it happened."

"You're going against TPI? Neto, let it go. You have a son and we're going to be having a child..." She pleaded. He sighed. "I know, Gata. But Trevor killed a veterano. He's gotta go down for that."

"So you expect me to play mami while you go off and make war with met addicts? So I'm just another stupid ass pregnant puta do you or what, eh?!" She demanded seemingly on the nerve of tears.

"Mirate, I know I been out here and not home often enough. But it's what I gotta do..." He pulled her in close. "I'm going to be back to read him a bed time story. Mi palabra."

"Yeah sure you will. You'll be back at 3 in the morning."

"Gata..." He sighed. "I'm not gonna start with you. i have to do this for Ortega. He trusted that white boy. As a business partner. Ever since his homebopy got back in town I been hearing from people close to him that Trevor was pissed at his best friend for fucking him over but he forgave him. How is he gonna talk to anybody loyalty after how he did Ortega and Johnny?"

She was in tears. "I know..." She reminded him, "But you fought those fools too."

"Yeah but Ortega was a comarada. He didn't deserve that shit. I might be a lot of things, Gata but at least I'm loyal."

"And how do I know you won't be off fucking some other putita?" She sniffed. "I'm not blind. I don't care what you do. Men..even in the animal kingdom they do this shit but don't lie to me about it...and not when I'm pregnant...por favor..."

"I'm not lying. I'm gonna get Chela to come with. She's your homegirl you two tell each other everything. She'll be my witness."

He walked next door to her house. He could hear moaning. Chela was with Maniaco. She bounced up and down on him reverse cowgirol style in nothing but a maroon bra. "Si..papi...oooOOOOHHH! Pepe!" She cried out. Her breasts bounced and shook loose in the cups revealing her fat brown nipples. Jose spanked her ass with his right hand on her ass while his left palmed and grabbed her love handles and belly.

He had a handful of lotion. He was rubbing it on her breasts and stomach and thighs as he fucked her. Neto couldn't believe the man hadn't noticed somebody was in his house yet and none of the homies outside said anything since Neto was a carnal. They still hadn't noticed Neto's presense. He laughed in silence. He had mastered that in silence in the past.

Like when me and Nenetl would rob the rich Criollos in Los Altos...He smirked when he thought of the mayhem and all the rich people they had either kidnapped, killed or just robbed in that part of Jalisco. This was much less freaky than the things they'd been up to. In fact it had not been the good kind of freaky either. But it reminded him simply because they didn't realize he was there. He walked back to his house.

He looked for his megaphone. Meanwhile, Chela's breasts kept bounding as they fucked. Her ass had his handprints on it. He was taking her doggystye.

Mira ese nalgas, niña..."

He cleared his throat. "ORALE! YOU DONT MIND IF I SIT IN ON THISFOR QUALITY TRAINING PURPOSES DO YOU?! WE WANT TO MAKE SURE OUR EMPLOYERS AT VARRIO LOS AZTECAS INDUSTRIES KNOW HOW TO HOLD IT DOWN IN THE BEDROOM!" This earned a scream from Chela and jOSE pulled out just as he nutted all over her butt cheeks but it was a surprise nut. He'd had control until Neto spopke up. "What the fuck, Neto?!"

"If I was able to get in past that barking dog of yours, and I wasn't me you two would be dead..." The two got dressed. "We need to pay Trevor Phillips a visit."

"No disrespect carnal but you heard of knocking?" Jose asked.

"No time. Besides, I copuld have been La Jura, I could have been East Side Familia, I could have been one of those puto Rancho Ballas. Or Marabunta."

As they got dressed he stated, "Explain. You got a woman at home. With a kid. What;s this shit about?"

She broke down sobing. "I missed Pajaro. And I was telling him about how I came so close to getting justice. But now we're in a truce with them?"

"Look, chula, YOU don't gotta deal with the Romans or the BSU. None of my soldados have to work with BSU for any reason they want. It's just that I have to to maintain an easy balance. It's only the Aztecas in West Los that have to have any understanding with them. Out here, chale."

"Jesus, mija...i was gonna have you be a homegirl that's a witness to my not fucking another bitch while Gata's barefoot but here you are with a taken vato..."

"It just happened, Neto...you're not gonna..tell Licha are you?"

"Not unless it happens again... I get it. You were grieving. And pussy helps you grieve sometimes."

"It just seems like I'm the only one that even still thinks about Pajaro..." She stated. "But Jose missed him too.."

"I didn't forget the dead. I'm doing what I do for them as much as the living. Siempre. But...m,aybe to be on the safe side...shit...I don't know I was gonnna get more of the homegirls from the varrio to meet us there too but maybe that aint a good idea. You two might give it away."

"I won't..." They both vowed.

"I'm gonna have Licha stay at home but I'll have Zorra come cause maybe she needs to make sure you two don't fuck again..."

He told her, "Get in the car. Actually both of you idiotas are coming with me now. You just volunteered yourself for this hit. That means you too, punk..." Neto growled looking at Jose.

"How are you gonna pass judgement on me, homes? Con todo respecto, you fuck as many hynas as you want."

"I haven't fucked anybody but Gata in a while. Before that it was a woman we were both involved with. But I don't pretend to be a one woman vato. You do. So I don't blame Chela. But I do blame you, bro..."

He saw resentment in Jose's eyes. He wondered if things might get lethal between himself and the kid one day. He would have to watch him at all times. "Why? Why isn't she in trouble and I am?" Demanded Jose.

"Because you're the one in the relationshiop..." Stated Neto.

"What, she has none of the responsibility?!" Scoffed Jose. The truth was Neto knew he wasn't being equal with them but he felt he was being equitable. She had lost Pajaro and Neto had not known that she had loved him to the degree she had. Plus the man she was grieving had died by the hands of a man he'd made peace with.

"You're getting a head to toe violation. Both of you."

"What? How...how am I gonna explain to the homies why they're stomping me out if they don't even know but you do and I do?"

"It doesn't matter what they say. They're gonna do what they're told."

"What...? How...?"

"I'll make some shit up. I had to bail you two out...nah you know what? I'm gonna do better than that..." He took them around back of the house. He sighed. He looked at her. "You pregnant?" He demanded. She shook her head. "No...I'm fresh off...you know..."

"Orale. I'll give each of you the choice. Head or gut. You only did it once but you gotta choose."

"W..what?! That's why you asked if I'm pregnant?! In case I said gut?!" She cried.

"Si mon. Make a choice or it'll be done for you..." He stated.

"Stomach..." She said with a tremble. He punched her in the stomach with about half the strength he was planning on hitting Jose with. She fell over crying out in pain. Jose's nostrils flared. "Head..." He said with defiance in his tone and anger in his eyes.

Neto smiled. He punched him hard with a left hook and he staggered over bleeding from his nose. "Fuck!" He cried.

Chela saw the blood and despite the bruise it was going to cause her, she got in Neto's face with rage at his blood. "Hit me again..." She demanded.

"What?"

"I deserve it. Hit me again..."

"What are you doing, Chela?"

"UTRA VEZ!" She barked. He hit her again but with about half the amount of strength he had hit her the first time with. She fell over and got back up. He got them each a bandanna to tak care of the their noses. He gave Jose a captured flag that Neto had taken in combat against a gangster from Carson Avenue while the bandanna he gave Chela had belonged to a deceased Baller. He'd had both since the year he;d arrived in this city. Just one of many exploits. He didn't even remember the faces of the ones he'd taken them from. In either case.

In fact the only thing he could remember about the nights he had killed each, was that he'd been high in both cases and he could remember the Baller had been a woman while the man had been the one from Carson.

As they got in the car he told them, "We're gonna meet El Camello out in Blaine County. Text him and tell him to meet us in Harmony..." Neto instructed. "What if Emiliano had seen you do this?!" Sniffed Chela.

"I didn't want that but I also don't want you two facing bigger retaliation from the cliqua but I will be watching of you..." He then looked at both of them nd said, "What if Licha had seen yoy two doing this?" He threw her question back at her.

"Do you punch Gata? Smack her around?" Jose scoffed as they began to drive north on the 10. Neto snorted, "No, fool. But Chela aint my woman, eh. And she aint yours either. You got one. One that loved you. She'd hate you if she knew what you did."

"You're a hypocrite, Neto! You can spin it however you want..."

"Am I? A hypocrite is somebody who says one thing and does something else. I was completely honest about not being tied down to any one woman. I never promised Gata or Nata anything either. So how am I a hypocrite? I also never cheated on Nenetly when I was with her."

Paul

Algonquin Correctional Facility

"Ten Speed...long time no see."

"you got a lot of nerve showing your face here..." Barked Ten Speed from on the other side of the plexi glass window.

"Why are you putting up a front? i know you were as against what they did that day as i was. That's why you started shooting too."

"And i got blasted and charged with a murder and an attempted murder thanks to your punk ass.i had to plead guilty just to not get the needle. All the fuck i have in here are books. look at my fuckin skin bro! i'm paler than you ever were, half breed! i need the sunlight."

"I gotta admit something it's unusual you reached out to me. That you even knew the right place to send it."

"i sent it to your Uncle Brownie, brother...look...i know i'm a disgrace in Broker and our tribe cause of what we did...

"That's the thing. clan mother has given me a second chance. She wants me to turn our men and women in gangs into real warriors."

"Well i didn't get a second chancde, hermano. And I need it the most. i didn't agree with a thing hat went down tat day. we shouldn't have agreed to it but you know how heists get they get a mind of their own once the snowball starts rolling."

"i'll see what i can do. About getting you outta there. Once the shooting started I didn't think anybody would have my back out there once the shooting started."

"It aint about getting backs. I did that shit for you back in the day. It's the fact that that motherfucker started shooting.

2 Hours later

they were at thee clucking Bell in Algonquin. Freddie owl child had arranged for his release.

He looked at the Lord. "You want in on my dealings in oxy? Why?" Asked Paul. "I'll cut you in but I don't get it. You're one of the biggest coke dealers in South Bohan."

"You know when you sell cocaine in Bohan..shit...Northwood too...it's like champane, papa. For special occasions, celebrations. But the demographics of Northwood and Bohan is starting to change. I've seen blanquito and moreno neighborhoods become Mexican or PR but I aint ever seen a barrio gent done like that. You got a lot of white hipsters in the hood now. Every day is a celebration for them. So where a I couldn't make de niro on cocaine as my only hustle beore, I don't have to do shit else now cause of the blanquitos alone moving in."

"And that factors in with oxy how?"

"You got the mobile clinics. You could also sell coke out of them."

"That's not the plan. Coke is illegal. Oxy isn't with a prescription."

"You want me to create a demand for a drug they aint hitting me up for, bro?" Asked Ten Speed.

"A lot of them are already on oxy and they just didn';t tell you. They already got their own prescription pad a lot of these rich assholes and they got over medicated on oxy. The doctors try not to write scripts for those as much at all anymore in the states. They try to avoid writing them. It's a last resort in the west coast states but Florida is another story."

"I hear ya. If you gotta send me down to hot ass Vice City fine I will I guess i can stay cool by swimming with al the pretty bitches out there."

"no, I need you in Liberty City. If you want to have a vacation house like other Libertonians for the winter you can. They'll hate you for it but who the fuck do these Pill-GRIMS think they are ating like these states are their property? In the old days there wouldn't have been a reason that if one of us had traveled as far as Vice City we wouldn't shit on the land and we'd try to make alliances with at east one tribe even if all the others had to be fought."

"So that's how you're gonna fight the system, hermano? With oxy addiction?"

"I'm just capitalizing on their pre existing condition, homes. Because of racism, the doctors in this country wrote white people oxy while denying it to other races. They over medicated thm and over medicated us."

"I wouldn't know about all that..." Ten Speed admitted. "I dropped outta school in the tenth grade, man. It aint something I'm proud of. I aint got health insurance, nada like that. And I got paper but if something happened and I got shot or stabbed I wouldn't have enough for a hospital bill. I was making just enough to get by before we did what we did and thats about how much money I had on the books. I knew I'd run out eventually and I did. Within the next two years any money I had left to put on my books was gone./ i ad to eat prison food like everybody else."

"They don't feed you enough in there," K:or agreed with a nod. "They don't just make food that aint good they just want to keep you alive not healthy and not full thats why motrherfuckers will eat dinner in chow and still be hungry."

"Yeah but that's my point, hermano. I got my GED inside. I did my best and I passed, manito i'm a citizen now. I'll always be a Lord but I moved past the primitive stage of being a Lord. Lord Manny would be proud."

"Lord Manny was a fraud. He never moved past shit. He just got some Slavic fucker I met a few times to take out his enemies instead of doing it himself."

"Yeah but you gotta remember he was an ex Lord by that time, P! He was trying to turn the Lords into a political organization."

"Yea and the cops still raided you in the 5 Buroughs and a lot of your homies are facing twenty or more years. They obviously got some kinda dirt."

"That's why there's not much point in me repping the flags anymore, K:or. Almost everybody that ever repped the Lords is either dead or locked up in this city or they dropped their flag. I want to hit the corners and take back the barrio from drug dealers. Keep that shit off the street but I used to sell yayo so I can't act like I'm any better but the homies are extinct."

"Just because other people dropped their flag doesn't mean you have to. If there's that few of you left in the city then that makes being a Lord or a Lady that much more important in the PJ's."

"You don't understand, bro. I did more time inside than you did. And you know what I saw in there? The MOB motherfuckers wearing the burgandy rags are the ones taking over. They even got Latinos joining their shit. MOB specifically started for them to kill Puerto Ricans in Pike Island, and now you got pendejos joining them?!"

From what Paul had always heard, that beef with black americans that the Lords had in the midd eighties when they started at Pike Island did not extend to Jamaicans who the Lords had done time with and strangely enogh it was a part of the 80's where Pike Island's black Carribean popultion outnumbered the local born blacks.

"It pisses me off, man. We warred with them and then there was a truce but now they're winning cause their numers get bigger and ours get smaller. I aint saying I couldn't get nobody to join our chapter I still got love from the street. It's just there aint gonna be as many peope as there would have been before."

"Wwhat if I could make you the Inca of the gang?"

"Who the fuck you think you are man you were an Undercover Lord, bro you didn't ly the flag officially you wer always a hang around. Why the fuck should I roll with you? Motherfuckers die around you. I'm good homie."

"Fine. Stay here and rot for all I give a fuck but when I walk out that door there goes your chances to ever breathe free air again...on the outside."

"You're bullshitting me..." Growled Ten Speed.

"I guess we'll never know. Maybe someday you can be an Inca back inside here..."

"Hold up, Oso!" Barked Ten Speed. "Come back man..." Paul paused but didn't look back. "

He turned around. "What?"

He beckoned for him to take the phone again. He leaned in. "You can't just make somebody an Inca in the Lords, bro. I could get fuckin shanked just for even talking about this shit with you. You trying to get me killed in here?"

"I'm ttryin to get you out of here. And as for bewing an Inca listen. There might be a new dude sitting at the top. I don't know much about kings. I come from a chief people. So do the Tainos you know the original Puerto Ricans? There were three chiefs from us and one Mohican that thee English called the Mohawk Kings so I don't know about kings first hand even IF we were allied with the crown during the Revolution but I know history.

"Get to the point, ..."

"A true king isn't handed the crown he takes it himself. So what's it gonna be Ten Speed? You gonna walk around the rest of your life disgraced the way I was? Cause see the clan mothers know I fucked up in that robbery too. They're letting me earn my way back to the people by bein a warrior. You want to stay being a dumb junkies idea of what a Lord is? Better yet you wanna be a Spaniard? Cause the name of that gang says so. You could redefine the Lords. Lord Manny was handed the crown by the carnal that started it all out here but he's gone. And the fool that sits at the top aint any better."

"I aint a leader, Oso. I never wanted that."

"That's bullshit man. Before you went away you were schooling the pee wees on how to act like a Lord."

"That was a long fuckin time ago before I went to the pen. I was told a good leader knows when to follow sometimes and itr wasn't my time."

"You can look a t this however you want but the current Inca is behind bars. For this chapter. You could be the Inca on the streets."

"I gotta think about this shit, hermano..."

"Fuck thinking. Thinking is for those of us trying to have a good mind. I'll keep it at a two choice question. Do you want shackles or do you want your crown back?"

He had quit marijuana recently. He'd quit and picked up marijuana over the years at different stages depending on how stressful certain parts of his life were. He was a bit on edge lately as a result of it. He was getting used living clean completely withoutr weed the one crutch he'd ever used.

"Don't gotta tell me twice. I'll hit the streets with you."

Pierre Noir

"

Sheppard and Chogan waited in the car. "Where the fuck is Joe?" Demanded Sheppard. "We found one of these fuckers. makade wiyaas piece of shit. We hit som of those motherfuckers when we shot back but we couldn't save Ray..."

"Those buffalo soldiers his bodyguard too..." Chogan started to say. Shep cut him off, "I dn't give a fuck about his bodyguard! That was his job. To take bullets meant for Ray. He did his duty he went above and beyond what the average guard would do but he gave his life. You ask me the other guards that did that are FUCK UPS AT THEIR JOB!"

He got a call on his cell phone. "Hey bro, we took care of things...we caught one of those fuckers. The one from the Dogz."

"Where?" Demanded Shep.

"We caught that motherfucker trying to pick up some bitch in the projects. Doesn't matter. The bitch didn't see our faces we had masks."

"Good. Keep that sack of shit entertained I'll be there soon.'

"We need to take all those bitches down..." Anahu stated. "I did my time in th pen and I wanted a better life. Ray wanted the same thing and the streets ate him alive."

"Yeah and the the taloids aimnt talking aout it. Indian lives don't matter to anybody."

"Is he still alive?" Asked Shep.

"We;'re working on the fuckin punk but he's still breathing."

"Stay put. I'll be there to take care of him."

He put his switchblade up the east African immigrants nose and sliced each nostril from within based on that old Jack Nickoson movie. The immigrant cried out in pain and he stabbed the already gaping bleeding wound and more blood sprayed everywhere. "You fucking red bitch! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOOOOOOOOUU!"

Shep rought the blade down into his left arm. The pain and shock made his voice catch in his throat. "You want this to stop...tell us what we want to know..." Chogan growled as he kicked him in the side. He threw a hard left to the man's nose. He looked at the man whose black skin had become red from blood.

"I don't know them dudes, bruh...!" Cried the East African immigrant. "You motherfuckas already hit us."

"You thik i'm gonna believe a fuckin word that comes outta your mouth?!" Growled Shep. He squeezed lemon juice into his open wound. "RAGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Roared the rival as his eyes welled with tears. Chogan shook his head. "He'll just say anything to get us not to kill him."

"Please...look aight...I know where one of them niggas be at. But me..shit...ya'll killed a lot of us. Them Lightnig Bayn iggas they aint have no real reason to beef with ya'll. It's just cause ya'll told their corner boys not to mix with fentanyl. Niggas round the way don't like that shit...WE the ones you fucked over!" He barked.

"Oh boo fuckin hoo. Nobody asked you to bring that LS bullshit out here. Say what you want about us being from the next province over. At least we're from this country. You're living dying and slinging and going to jail representing a purple bandanna. When I promise you Ballas from South Central wouldn't think you're real."

"Whatever, son./ You just mad cause we international and you just local. That bloodbath your boys caused in our hood...? That shit that happened to Ray was the least ya'll should have expected back."

"You think I give a shit about being national or international? There's already an outta towner we gotta deal with later for false claiming us. It's bad enough the Dead Beats came up here from the states when they aint welcome. Now you mental midgets too?"

"Fuck you! If you thought the Angels of Death was a problem wait till T town niggas start repping the purple on a regular! These days Teranto is more deadly than LS any motherfuckin way!"

The smirk on Sheppard's face told the Ethiopian that his choice of words were wrong.

"Loo...look man...I already...I aint try to start no war...!"

"You're the oned who shot him."

Shep put a hunting knife against each ear. He cut them off. The gang member was whimpering. The knife crunched through and Anahu had his Glovk 19 out. He handed it to Chogan. "You used to rap with him you and Joe both."

He pulled the trigger hitting the man in the jaw and his grin was exposed and he saw that the man'd teeth through the entry wound. Chogan fired into the man's face again and this timr the left eye was hanging from a tendon. Chogan felt a sense of satisfaction. He didn't even realize Joe had also put a round into him too until his nose exploded in an ugly dark red blast of cartilage and blood. Despite the satisfaction, the sight of the enemy's nose exploding only increased his bloodlust. He fired a third round into him.

Joe fired again and struck him in the forehead. He put another round into the man's left cheek. The two Nehiyaw brothers stood over the lifeless carcass of the shooter but Joe let another round hit him in the throat despite it pretty much being pointless. Killing him was no longer the point. While he hadn;r suffered the way Aila's killer had, he had still spent his last moments in pain.

"Lightning Bay. We could have at least guessed that much but at least we got an address."

He turned to Chogan. "You can take a break. Grab a shower, a nap, whatever. Me and Joe are going to go scatter this asshole in the Four Directions."

Chogan nodded and went inside and began to shower as Sheppard an Joe drove west to Winnipek. "Shep..I want to get in the rap game, man. Me and Cho both do. Just like Ray used to."

"Ray grew up in the states and he was from a city that's at least somewhat famous. Out here shit nobody cares about Pierre Noir or Winnipek."

"He has journals of unwritten song lyrics. He also has some unreleased demos and albums. I just figured we could put out the songs that haven't been released."

"I loved Ray. He was cool for a rapper but he's not 2pac."

"I thought you said we gotta support other Indians no matter what nation what rez? You're saying he wasn't as good as Tupac? Yo you know he was named after an Incan warrior right?"

He knew Sheppard hated that fact while Little Joe didn't seem to care about that one way or another. "No you idiot. I'm saying not as many people are going to care when his unreleased music gets let out. I wish I could have told him different but we gotta be realists, Joe. How many mainstream rappers can you name that look like Ray? How many people know the story of the real Tupac Amaru because of the rapper? Even up here! That's what's wrong with our kids. Listening to nigger rappers that don't give a fuck about the rez or what we go through in the city. At least Tupac Amaru the real one fought for his race. I see these younger guys your age, Joe and...I don't know. It seems like you should be on the Indian Clique side if you want to talk and act like niggers. They're never gonna let an Indian rapper be mainstream, man! Especially a dead one."

"Why do you hate other people so much, Shep?"

"Prison."

"Come on, bro everybody says that it has to be more than just that."

"We mostly all stay out of each others way in there the races but when you're in a gang it's expected they come at you. But I've lost too many friends in wars to the Dogz and other black gangs. The Angels too."

"Tell me something, Shep...you used to give K:or shit about being a half breed. Why you accepting him now?"

"He proved himself. Simple as that. Most half breeds don;t. They trtyu to walk two worlds. He was hiding who he was to a point in Liberty City but shit isn't yhat every urban Indian? But Cree half breeds...I was judging him based on that cause the Cree half breeds the ones that got French dads and white moms...too common out here especially on the east coast. They try to make Metis their tribe. Man...you never hear Mohawks calling themselves Metis. So maybe...ujust maybe even though the Nehiyaw nation has a proud warrior histiory and even though we squashed our beef with the Mohawks a long time ago i just ;look at hum and think...fuck man. An Indian mixed with Irish and he's the most loyal Warrior we ever had besides our family. Even their fuckin half breeds gotta show up ours. And his people still resists the Crown. I guess I wished more Cree half breeds were that loyal."

"They will be, ione day bro if we revive our culture. You think of it is as a black thing but isn;t basketball an Indian game and they play it? If they can do tha and it's not appropriation then we aint acting black when we rap. I see it as a way to get the young homies back into the culture and whether we like it or not for skins on the streets like us we gotta be told that way cause you know these fools aint rioghtous enough to show up sober at a pow wow and they don't care about the culture. Some people aint even gonna want to fuckin learn the Nehiyaw language if they don't hear it in a rap, man! I'm trying to do what Malcolm X did for his race, bro at ;east teh fishing for the dead part. Maybe K:or is too. He's turning our gang into actual Warriors. I always liked Mohawks. I gotta go pipe a Mohawk girl bro. It's only fair! K:or's bumping uglies with Dawn..."

"He was about to go mainstream..."

"Why can't people your age listen to rock and roll, man? You wanna listen to their music you can go over there and start wearing bandannas and baggy jeans instead of having the vests..."

"I hear ya, Shep but it aint like allo us wear our war vests on, bro."

"That's because of the cops. It's like that in Winnipek too."

"It can;'t be like the old days with the vests, Shep! The one time will sweat anybody who wears gang attire. If you think they were after us a lot for wearing the bandannas how much would they be on us if we got the vests, eh?"

"A true brother is not afraid to be identified as a member. But you're right we gotta be careful where we can. Still...the old man wouldn't klike the fact that we represent more without the vests."

"That's just to make us less of a target, bro. I don't want to go to jail for what I'm wearing. With a bandanna it's different cause no one gang owns red or blue even if it is dangerous to wear them."

"Still...I wore my rocker. I don't back down from anybody. Not pigs not anybody."

"Yea but aren't you afraid they'll haul yo back to jail?"

"It's nothing I havent handled before./ It aint like I get to see much of my kids anyway."

"Look, I just want to put out Ray's unfinished music, dog. Even if it is only thousads not millions it's still more than we had when we started out right? And me and Chogan can lace up some traks and put out his unfinished work on top of our own."

"What are you after, Joey?" Asked the older brother.

"I just don't want all those sonmgs to be lost. I don't even know what the beats are gonna be like for the songs he never even recorded..." He shivered as he thought of the man he and his brother had shot. "Ray had a message to tell the world, man. I guess the world wasn't ready."

"This isn't your fault, all right little bro? It's the makade wiyaas that killed him. We're dealing with it the way family is supposed to."

"What about K:or?"

"I got love for the kid same as you but he's not a blood relative directly. I don't know if I should be lettimng somebody who isn't famikl have a chance before my two brothers. I'd like to think if I was gone you and Chogan would run it together. And you'd quit your fighting."

Sheppard had always hated rap too even in his teenage years. A sentiment he shared with his father. Being a child of the 80's as opposed to the 90's, most people that liked rock disliked rap and vice versa. A lot of the original Warriors just lisened to whatever wqas popular back n the day but bu the time their father had started the gang, and Shep being considered the next generation and he had been a striker himself. His father had made him earn it when he had been a junior.

"

A Dakota woman and Chippewa male emerged. They were both from the Long Plain First Nations in Winnipek. "We gotta set this motherfucker on fire...we don't got time to spread the body parts and bury them in different places..." Shep growled.

The Chippewa male had long messy wavy black hair and a tall skinny frame. He had been nicknamed Beanstock as a result. The woman was a nineteen year old who still looked like she was a few years younger. She had a ble Native pride had on over her dark brown ponytail. She had light brown skin and mischievous almond shaped eyes. Her skin was like that of a peanut and due to her short stature she looked about the size of it.

"Sheppard of the sheep what up?!" Bellowed Cheyenne as she hugged Sheppard and then Little Joe.

She seemed to have eyes for Little Joe. She observed the way teh pretty tombot eyed his baby brother.

"Hey little sister," He smiled. It was rare that Shep smiled unless he was hurting somebody, a comedian had told a racist joke or he was laughing at his brothers stupidity. "How was jail?"

"Fuckin boring and it smelled bad. There was a lot of fuckin cows in there and they smelled like them too..." She had been locked up in Winnipek on the North End when a party had gotten violent when she had spotted the girlfriend of an Indian Clique member. She and two Manitou Warrirs jumped teh woman and her boyfriend but she had taken her earrings off and used them as weapons and slashed the girls's face.

She was a distant cousin to Task Highwolf. Second cousins or some such. Shep was not sure if they ever met. Her name was Zonta Red Cloud. Shep smiled at her a thing he almost never did. He saw her like the little sister he never got to have. "You up for war,sister?"

"Always,thibló," She stated, addressing him in the kinship term of older brother.

Ivan

The Red Hands Of Lenin

He sat with Natasha in the house hodingg his own son this time. He'd been getting to know her better. Ivan didn't know that he was capable of love for a woman other than that which he had for his daughter. He loved Paige too.

"i think i'm going to have to kill Sugar..." Ivan stated as he took a swallow of vodka. "It's the only way I can start us off fresh. She will not let me have custody of Sasha. She doesn't want me in my daughters life."

"You have how many children running around who do not know who you are?"

Ivan snarled at the insinuation. "You know thee answer to that. I have not been unfaithful toyou and you are not the jealous type."

"Jealous type, no. But my point is she have baby. After losing baby. Don't you remember? That child looks like you but she'll never be accepted among Russians."

"They'll accept whatever I make them accept. i'm FSB. They don't have a choice."

"But you will still not have their respect. Not with a chorny daughter."

"You know...you can be ideological comrades with them and i have been but still the cultural problem comes into play. We have children with these people and yet many Russians think they are better than them. But we're both fucking immigrants."

"Your daughter because of her white blood will have it easier in the black community than a half black kd will in a Russian neighborhood. Even if the west coast is not like Hove Beach we still know the same people. Being light skined black baby will get her farther in that community than she will in Russian."

"What makes you think i give a fuck about what other people think? We're a modern people with ties in the struggle all over the world."

"It idn't stop you from cheating on her. I don't care who else you fuck. I love pussy too, da? But she was a one man one woman girl. And you were fucking me. Now yo only want her back because you can't have her."

"What's your point?"

"we are no different in the Bravta than they are in Davis. We are just as likely to die. Maybe more because we are international and you are a secret agent. But with you that baby and possibly her mother will get killed. imani was in a gang because it was her way to survive and she also hooked and stripped before that. She did not have a happy life. then her son is killed. I am part of the Markovich Family. There is no running from this. I was born into this. Imani joined to survive. her heart was not in it. If you force them back into your life you might as well shoot woman and baby."

"Maybe the age difference was also part of the problem, no? She was young enough to be your daughter. do you secretly want black daughter for this purpose Ivan?" He grabbed her by thee throat. "I should fucking break your neck."

"Da...do it..."

he forced his tongue down her throat and she bit his lips and tongues. He gripped her right breast as he slammed up against her. He pulled her skirt aside and took the luscious white breast in his mouth.

2 Hours Later

He showed up to the neighborhood. He was greeted by Buddha with a nod as he sat on the porch. "What can I help you with?"

"The Da Nang bitches. There's this set of those punk motherfuckers. 32nd street. They're longtime allies with your old room mate. The one that did all this shit to us. Killed off our homies."

The remaining two Eng brothers emerged from the shadows. "We'll help you old droog..." Insisted Johnny. "With your beef with the Da Nang Boyz, the Vagos, Aztecas,us too.."

"I don't want to strike at the Vagos. I kill people from individual barrios as needed but that's only when they're in the way. It's a conflict of interest if I kill anymore Vagos or Aztecas. Mai had no scruples. She ha attacked Vagos from more than one neighborhood. It's interesting...she and the IAA all accuse me of treachery and yet I haven't betrayed Paul, Neto or Mai. It was her who betrayed us. I don't know why Paul has never hated her as much as me and Neto have. I don't know if she fulfills in him some lost maternal role."

"We need to lay out the Trey Duece bitches, man..."

Tia nodded as she readied two Uzis. "I lost too many homies to the DNB's. They gotta feel it back. This is our 're making us look like bitches when there's more of us than them."

"In San Andreas maybe but not in this city..."Ivan replied.

Johnny Eng shot a devilish glance Buddha's way. "The fact that there are less of us than the Cum Stains in our own city and they still got more numbers than us in the place we started out is making it look uneven. This is the price your set pays for the weakness of your leadership."

Kona who Ivan had not seen much of in the last few years but had seen her here and there was ready clad in a gray plaid button up shirt a black wifebeater and khakis. She was readying a P90. Vera was at her side readying an AA-12. The Thai and Cambodian gangster turned to Ivan as he noticed the heay duty shotgun.

"We bought these from your crew..." Vera stated. "We gotta bring out the big guns so the Da Nang Bitches the Va Ho's the Trannies all know we aint to be fucked with."

"The BSU killed my brother..." Johnny growled. "So we're going to kill every last one of them. On the west coast."

Mugs nodded. "I already put word out to the homies inside and I can't speak for all the homies but any Asian BSU that lands on any yard, Psychos are supposed to take off any they see. Can't really take off on any other kinds of BSU though cause every other car has that same understanding. The woods want to kill the white ones, the Ese's want to kill the brown ones...I aint too sure about the Ballas and Families. The Northsiders are on that ass too. Their anti drug shit...they agree on their own members not using but Rifas sell. The BSU attacks dealers. That's what a real BSU fool does."

"Do they consistenly war with the BSU in prison?" Ivan asked. He knew some of what went on but he was more familiar with the major players in prison and the BSU were anything but. The gangster coughed up more blood both from his nose and nasal cavity. "Nah man...just when they tried to recruit Rifas into their shit...cause both gangs are clean, homes. They...the BSU thought...thought they could roll two ways, homie. Kinda like the Huns. Till the Vagos and Aztecas told them that shit wasn't happening...can't serve two masters..."

" That motherfucker Mark Roman aint no real Short Bus. I don't care what the BSU says./ They sling they're already violating their own rules. If those fools were real they would just find another way to make mony without slinging. The Yakuza does that shit."

Lana agreed. "Yeah in Japan. Not in the states. The Yakuza in America don't have an understanding with the government. So they have no reason to promise not to sling. But you're right. What does a bunch of white boys at a mosh pit know about the drug game?"

"The organization itself is a joke nationwide but some on the west coast have ties to leftist organizations. Speaking of which...I have a friend currenly doing time in a federal penetentary in this state. i wonder if some of these comrades i the struggle would be willing to sell them out?"

"I don't know...from what I know about the BSU...they pretty tight knit..." Stated Vera. "That's not changing."

"Not them but the leftists...they have no reason t trust an organization that can't be relied on. Besides I am the real communist, droog. They are a gang of reactionary liberals pretending to be communist. Many in America's right wing looks at the liberals and communists as the same but either one takes it as an insult to be associated with the other."

"Yeah but communists hate it more to be identified with liberal. Liberals are jellyfish. No spine. So they won't even shit on communists during even the Cold War. Not since the 60's..." Chuckled Johnny.

"Armenians?" Vera asked.

Ivan nodded. "They're owed some payback. If we hit the BSU we need to hit them on two fronts. The west coast BSU are a threat to my own country's greater operations."

"It's kinda fucked up that some of you rigged elections..." Stated Vera.

"You're criminals in this country. Some criminals found business empires. Others are always going to be on the run for the law and be unable to fully legitimize. My point is what is a criminal but a traitor to his own country? Marabunta Grande has been spotted doing weapons deals with terrorists that attacked the United States. And you are in business with a Bravta family that has people working for the government. You don't have the luxury of turning down what few allies you have."

"Hey we got allies upstate remember?" Reminded Buddha.

"Yes, who I went and saw on your behalf."

"Word?"

"Yes/. They'll be hitting the BSU. While we hit the DNB."

Vera and Kota fired and dropped six of the Da Nang Boyz. "Fuck your set!" Cried the Thai and Cambodian gangster as the AA-12 and P90 combo sawed through the Da Nang Boyz.

"Get the heavy straps, homie lay these Russian motherfucklers out!" Cried the leader of the gang a Laotian immigrat standing five three carrying an AK as he fired striking a Bravta soldier in the head. The next ten rounds struck a Brava soldier in the forehead. "Where the fuck is Khoi when we need him?!"

Thai Mai let off a barrage of rounds from dual Mac-11's hitting five DNB members as they tried retreating around the corner.

Mugs tossed two Molotov cocktails into two houses. As the gang members came out, two couhghinhg DNB's, Vera made short work of them. He fell over however as four rounds hit him on the vest.

Ivan trained the AK on two DNB's coming up the street as backup. He fired and struck the windshield causing it to spider web. He didn't hit the driver but he caused him to man fell over as he came from the car limping but the mnan had 4 rounds in the back of his left leg and two in the upper thigh.

Mugs and Vera spotted five DNB's walking down the streets drinking and smoking. They seemed oblivious to the violence that had been occuring on the streets. That was about to change. Buddha glared as he drew on one of them. He had lost homies from this set two years ago and therre had been some shootings on the street that had more or less died down between their two hoods but then again, the police presense had made both sides let it go until the heat went down.

He peppered twenty six rounds as the tires screeched and he hit all five in the back with the barrage of rounds. As they crumpled in a bloody mess, three males and two females writhing in agony on each other as they tried to get up, Buddha called out, "That forty you dropped can be the drink you pour for yourself, bitch!"

A Filipino male with very light almost white skin and jet black hair and brown eyes who wore a dark red t shirt and blue jeans but had a tattoo on his left arm of the continent of Asia which was a common tattoo among DNB, whimpered in agony as three rounds had pierced his right abdomen. He had a tattoo on his right arm that read PK for Psycho Killer. Buddha tagged him in the back of the head.

Vera made short work of a downed woman of similar ancestry who stood five one with jet black hair with blonde streaks in it who had wore blue jeans and a green and gold plaid shirt and a Pounders cap on backwards which was as common among TPG as Vagos. She had four rounds in the right side of her chest. Vera fired a final round into her heart and smiled as the life went out in her eyes.

Mugs stood over a Vietnamese male standing five four who wore a black t shirt and a forrest green Feuds hat on backwards which was now coated with his own blood from his ears which he had been shot in blowing chunks of both off. He also had two rounds in his lefft buttock. He had been wearing a white t shirt. Mugs smacked him in the back of the head with the butt and cracked his skull open with a sickening noise.

Next was a Laotian male standing at five three skinny like a clucker wearing a dark blue t shirt and baggy gray jeans. He had three in his back. Mugs laughed as he watched the air crushing the man's lungs as one of those rounds had punctured it while another had broken part of his ribcage causing it to also piece the lung. "DNBK!" He sneered throwing a P sign at his face with his spare hand, his right.

Lastly was a youngster of Cambodian and Filipino descent a woman. She had her hair cut short and because she looked more masculine and had a septum piercing and often wore the dickies and button down look that many cholos wore, many suspected her of being a lesbian. She looked mean and intimidating usually but now as she lay on the pavement on her side with four rounds in her left thigh from the back, one in the small of her back and one in the right shoulder, she looked like what she was. A scared young girl.

Ivan stood over her with the Spas 12. "You thought your life would turn out better but you've lkost everything."

He pressed the barrel and pulled the trigger and with a burst of red mist, her chest and the small fat of her B cup breasts were naked against the wind falling away from her open wounds in chunks of cellulite. She also had her stomach opened by the shot and her mouth was ajar as she had been shot so fast she didn't even have time to process it. Ivan wasn't even sure she had time to process the gunshots that had hit her in the initial drive-by volley.

A white Glendale tore up the road and the passenger fired his Glock 18 out of the window. Ivan tagged him with the AK-74 and the man fell slumping out of his window but he was suspended as he hung out of it with nine rounds lining up his left chest and ribcage. His own seatbelt caught on his belt buckle somehow and he was just barely strapped in even as everything went black. He sprayed at the driver but the rounds did not destroy the windshield and the car swerved.

A Bloodfeather gang member, a

Ivan picked himself off the ground. The rounds had crashed into his chest and while he did have his body armor on, he had thought he wouldn't be hit because of the aim.

Johnny Eng riddled the car with rounds and as the car turned with a skid, four rounds hit the driver with the right side of the face being blown thought briefly of TJ and how he had not been cut out for this. Buddha missed the dead homies but now was not a time to dwell on them. To avenge them was the goal.

He spotted the Laotian OG that wore a dark green and white plaid shirts and black slacks who was firing two Skorpions and he managed to hit four of Ivan's men. As the four Caucasian mobsters dropped and the next four were Pscychos but he reloaded in good time. "Bi ho's by the Hermes!" He barked and as he had a new magazine in each weapon. A Chinese American girl on their sside fired a Remnton 1100 and he fired another volley. A femle Psycho went down as six rounds hit her three in each thigh, and two more in the belly.

Johnny, Buddha, Vera and Mugs flanked the gangster on the OG's side. Vera hit her first with two to the left rib hit her once in the abdomen and Johnny and Buddha finished her off. The OG was already tearing away and had been as the rounds had first come at them and killed her homegirl. He ran firing over his shoulder. He ducked behind a car but his wild spraying forced each of the Psychos to take cover to not take more hits.

"That fuckin midget has a lot of heart!" Mugs barked as he returned fire from cover having a shootout with the OG as he fired his SMG. "He popped T Dog and Jay!" The two Cambodian Americans lay on the ground, with Jay writhing in agony as he had seven rounds in him all together two in the right leg, one in the right collar bone area, three in the stomach and one in the left hand. He had a chance to survive if an ambulance was just right there but they likely wouldn't. This was the hood. They wouldn't be sending anybody out here for hours and even then that would have to be after the shooting had already stopped.

He didn't have enough time. Neither did T Dog. He had three rounds in his left eye. Jay growled in agony picking up his M9. He was somehow still alive and wanted to take a shot at another DNB if he could. He was dizzy and had blurred vision however so the two rounds he squeezed off didn't hit anybody.

Ivan fired the AK-74 and struck the Laotian gang leader in both legs and the man fell down. "i hope you have a succession line ready. This is the end of the line for you."

"Whats this about? Who you work for I'll pay you double homie..."

"I'm the one at the top more or less..."Ivan explained. "And you're on;ly a means to an end..." He flicked out his knife from his shoe nd he kicked the Laotian gang leader in the right eye with the blade punching through it. he brought the full weight of his body down onto the stomp as the blade crunched against flesh. As the DNB ,leader cried out in pain with his eye already missing.

"I'm impressed...you're still alive. But it's time we fix that."

He kicked him in the side piercing his left lung. He stabbed him in the back with a kick after this. He soon had both air and fluid in his lung and his eyes rolled back in his head. He was merely minutes away from death even that. Buddha stood over the dying gangster. "This punk did ten years for lighting up my homie Butter..."

Ivan chuckled. "What kind of street nickname is that? Did he like to get lubed up for the Da Nang Locs?"

"Nah,fuck you Ivan don;t be disrespecting my fuckin homie..." He pointed his pistol at Ivan's face. Ivan warned, "You'd better get that gun out of my face. Before I shove it up your ass and empty the magazine..." Budda sneered. "I'd like to see your punk ass try."

"You should be pointing it at hin if he really killed your homie..."

"Yeah, Buddha, you don't want to pissing this fool off..." Warned Johnny. "I've seen what he';s capable of. You should have seen the post war years in Cambodia after the civil war. I like to think I'm creative but Ivan is another class of his own."

He aimed it at the dying gangster who was barely recognizable. He then remembered something. "I killed an OG from the Ops..." He was referring to the Sons of Polynesia. Calling them the ops served two purposes. Calling them enemies and disrespecting them by arranging the letters in their gang. Some Vagos liked to invert it to POS for piece of shit but Buddha thought that was lame.

He handed his Glock 17. "We gotta decide who's gonna pull the trigger and who wants to take credit for this shit."

"I say just kill him, bro..." Vera pleaded. "How many chances do you get to kill a Dung Stain OG especially when he earned stripes killing a homie?"

He handed it to her. "You want it it's yours. I'd keep it on the DL though. I know you'll want the streets to know but street gossip is hard to keep a lid on."

"I'm not a stupid fuckin boy, Buddha. I don't care about the glory."

"Then let's all blast these this of shit..."

Buddha, Mugs and Vera took aim. The Asian thug;s eyes were rolling in his head as he was going into shock. They all emptied their magazines into him. His head was gone. Just a mess of meat, bones, teeth, shredded up ears, pieces of nose, thick chunks of brain fragments stuck to broken pieces of skull that were shaped like broken glass shards when a window was broken.

His knees were shredded as were his shins and his stomach had been blasted open. His chest cavity had three large holes and his back was also opened up to such a degree that they could see his spine and ribs.

"That bitch isn';t getting an open casket funeral..." Sneered Mugs

"Casket?" Chuckled Ivan. "After your handiwork i'd say even cremation is off the table since there's just pieces of him. We may as well just boil him and make a nice soup,'" He said with a grin.

Johnny put a hand on Ivan's shoulder. "We need to get out of here. We still have to hit the BSU. There's a whole shit ton of them right now working at the Eyefind offices and Lifeinvader."

"Yes, I know. We have some spies of our own there. I will text you what each man you are to kill looks like."

"Did the fat man come through with the addresses of all our targets?" Demanded Johnny.'

Ivan confirmed it with a nod. "The fat man came through."

9:43 PM

Vasily made short work with the AA-12 of three BSU gunmen that were taking cover behind a desk. The first man, a blonde haited blue eyed communist aggressor. He had ties to Antifa. To Ivan, there was no use for anarchists in the revolution. They were too irresponsible and too disorganized. He had a hole in his chest that showed his heart valve. His name was Kyle Evans.

The second man was Yurok, a Native man from the state capitol. His name was Steven Winters. When he took a shot in the gut from Vasily, the Russian gangster finished him with a secod to the chest putting him out of his misery. I'm sorry...Ivan thought as he had just gunned down a third, a white woman with aqua green dyed hair and brown eyes standing at 5'7 wearing an ACDC t shirt. Now she lay with her mouth open as two of the powerful shotgun blasts had ripped her lie from her. Two in the back and that was all she wrote. Her name had been Gloria Harris once upon a time.

She had been in her earl 30's. Ivan couldn't think of the ramifications of what he had done. Three peop[le who were gunned down just because they spoke up. And they were actual cpmmunists. People Ivan should have considered natural allies. But now it seemed that this war had turned him against even just American communists. In Ivan's eyes the war was not over. Russia hadn't given up. It had changed.

Johnny smiled as he unloaded his MP5 on the five BSU members. They forced open the garage to see all kinds of electrical gear. Three were coding with headphones on. They only realized what was happening as they saw the muzzle flashes and saw the reflection of Asian gangsters in the reflection of their laptop screens.

A BSU member of Mexican and Caucaian ancetry origially from Ohlone jut across the bridge, was among the first to see it. As a round came from Vera and the last thing the BSU member saw was his own brain matter hitting the screen before everything went dark.

The rounds from the P90 struck a blonde haired woman with blue streaks in her hair wearing a t shirt for the band Wicked Wisdom and black jeans. She bore a slight resemblance to Phoenix Marie. Five round sawed into her back and she cried out falling against the laptop she'd worked on. The sparks electrocuted her as a 6th round went through the laptop screen.

Sid retreated to cover behind a desk. "Fuck, we need backup!'" He cried.

The BSU leader fired from cover and struck a Psycho in the chest and as the man fell, despite having a vest, the next two hit him in the neck. "Get down here, bro! We need help!"

The Armenians made their way through the underground hacking nest. "So now we take care of both of these people.."

Tavit unloaded his AK-47 in an indiscriminate manner. Not all of the BSU members were armed. Some were but not all and none from this group of six he hit.

Mardak sprayed his MP5 out the window from a dark red Admirl and he struck five BSU coders and glass shattered as it rained on the BSU members. He pulled the pin on a grenade and kicked it down the stairs towards four BSU members who were firing from cover.

Daniel fired two Uzis angrily and he struck two BSU securiy members in the chest as the automatic rounds slammed into their chests. The men fell over. The two guards were not dead, however and they crawled feebly into cover.

Two Armenian Pride were hit with rounds from return fire. There was a Samoan American BSU member who stood six four opening fire with an MP5 and it was obvious to Ivan that he was the one who had hit him and he was now firing at three Bravta members and me managed to hit two. Ivan drew down on him with the AK and fired a barrage at both knee caps. The big man was brought to his knees literally and figuratively.

Ivan zeroed in between his eyes and fired ending the BSU members's existance.

It wasn't expected in this case for the BSU to say that an ex street gang member that defected have a clean record but if you were somebody who joined them at a punk rock show and you didn't have any prior ties to street life and all it entailed, you had to have a clean record for the simple fact that more than likely as a member of BSU you would at least end up in some fist fights and if you already had two strikes you didn't want to go to jail the first time you fist fought a Nazi to back one of your brothers up.

The BSU security members were among those who were considered squares. They hit the two Armenians in the chest. "We gotta start dropping more o these fuckers!" Growled a BSU member with blonde hair and gray eyes wearing a Godsmack T shirt and a black pair of jeans. Daniel's rounds swept him up before he could say another word.

Sid was in a panic even as he fired a Spas 12 hitting a Markovich soldier in the right thigh. The explosion of flesh left the Russian soldier screaming and falling down the stairs. He saw an Armenian Pride member about to try and shoot him but he fired and hit him in the waist. He bolted for the exit as he saw that they were greatl outnumbered.

Nick and his friend came wielding a UMP and a Kel Tec respectivley. The Russian, Armenian and Cambodian invasion of the BSU safehouse was still not all the way through. Ivan searched the intact laptops. He ordered his soldiers, "Chto by eto ni bylo, oni ne khotyat, chtoby eto nashli my ili politsiya. Khorosho, chto my nashli yego pervymi. Poterya dyadi Sema, nasha pribyl'."

(Whatever this is,they don't want us or the police finding it. It's a good thing we found it first. Uncle Sam's loss, our gain.)

It was the designs for the some kind of weapon. A new kind of drone. "Da, nachal'nik. My poluchim vse, chto smozhem, s zhestkikh diskov."

"(Yes boss

"You have killed my son...!" Barked Tavit. "There will be blood spilled to remedy this!"

He sprayed an AK-101 at five retreating non combatant BSU members. They spotted three women hiding. "Please...we were just hanging with them to learn how to code...!"

"If you have to have somebody teach you to code you have already missed the point, sweetheart..." Tavit said with a smirk before putting five rounds into the first girl a single shot between the eyes into the second and the third he grabbed. The Armenian and Russian coalition fired at any and all computers and it went up in a blaze.

Sid got into a dark blue Cavalcade and he and three other BSU members tore off in it. "We gotta get to San Fierro and get backup, man!" He cried.

"I know!" Nick replied in a panicked voice as the rounds hit the bac of the ride as they sped up Summit Street. "These crazy assholes just attacked the Lifeinvader offices just to get at us!"

"What the fuck did the Brothers in the south do, man?!"

Ivan took the severed head of a BSU hacker, Andre Caldwell, a Caucasian from Cineza San Andreas. The man had commited a lot of white collar crime in the past.

He took the heads of the BSU members and put them on rifles with bayonets. Mardak happened upon a Turkish and Mexican girl with jet black hair and big eyes and a voluptous figure who was a cam girl and ah acker on the side., She brought them revenue that way. Next to her was another Turkish man, Erhan Hussein. He had a shaved head and looked more white but he was Turkish and had immigrated to San Fierro at the age of fifteen.

Mardak approached the two. There was a wounded crawling BSU member who had put up a fight against the Bravta and the Armenians. "Your job will be to tell what you saw here today. You lost a lot of Intel. When you kill a hacker it's like burning Alexandria down...'

Mardak looked at the crawling mixed black girl. He then eyed the two Turks. He would not say a word but his father knew they were looking at their ancient enemy. They would already all be getting the needle if they ever were caught. A hate crime would only be icing on the cake.

He decaopitated Viola and Erhan and left their heads on the keyboards. He strung Viola's guts all over the windows smearing them as he had sliced open her stomach. He took the breast implants from the woman who bled.

Daniel listened in on his father and brother discussinng the Markovich Family as they poured gasoline with jerry cans. "We should tell Grisha that we will not work with him as long as they are allied with Marabunta Grande. He has that side deal with the Salvadorans. This makes the Markovich Family even more of a liability."

"Maybe in time, son, we will. But right now even with their own troubles with the feds they can be of great use to us. Having an ex KGB agent as an ally is moere useful than we tjouhjt. We cannot expect them to take sides in our conflict with than Mexican cartels intervene in street gang wars."

"They use us as soldiers, father. They use us as pawns for the Bravta.

"We have been allied with these men since the 1980's. Our relationship on the streets is the same to us woth them as the inside alliance is with Vagos. We have to play both sides. We are guiests in this country even if we become American and live the American dream."

"What about this Iceman serial killer? He's the one who killed Izzy man...we gotta find him."

"He's dangerous. And he's affiliated with the people that our allies in the Bravta are at war. I will take him apart limb from limb but I don't want either of you going in half cocked."

"What we just did was fucked up, pop. It was overkill. Business or revenge I'm cool with that. But the way ya'll did what you did..."

"The psychos did the same thing. Don't be such a little girl, Danielle..." Taunted Mardak. "Have you forgotten what they did to Israel?"

"Hell no. That's my baby brother. He was a pain in the ass but he was better than either of you motherfuckers."'

'

"You want to run and work for the Vagos you go ahead but this is the family business. AP was our thing long before we joined any alliance with cholos."

"I don't see you hitting up them fools from New Arcadia. Some piece of shit laid Izzy out and you're more worried about sucking Azarov's nuts. Far as I'm concerned that puto can step off man. His bullshit war got us dragged into it and he got Izzy killed. I owe that motherfucker a bullet just as much as the fool that killed him."

"You're not going to do a thing until I tell you to. You moron."

Daniel looked in horror at what his brother had done. Even he found it to be found his father and Mardak's level of brutality to be the way a lot of gangsters from the old country were. This was why Daniel was closer to cholo culture. To him they were close to how Armenians were family oriented and at least to Daniel, some Mexicans looked Armenian and vice versa.

It had also given him great pride that both a Vago from a mostly small time varrio on the west side of town and an Armenian Pride gangster had gone over to Syria and fought against terrorists there. The two men would never be able to return to Los Santos. He saw La Onda as a nessecity and while Israel had slummed it like a bitch in the Others car, Daniel had rolled with the carnales inside and he aned other Armenian gang members in prison did the same.

His father and Mardak looked down on that particular culture in many ways because their generatioon was used to fighting Cerco Blanco. His father had helped start Armenian Pride. Mardak and his father had refused to ride with southsiders when they had done time. They rolled with the woods. Danil had thought of these differences that defined each of them but he and Israel despite their distant styles had being the black sheep sons in common.

Only Mardak lived up to their fathers standards. He even had suggested taking some more preemptive actions against the Salvadoran gangsters. Daniel no longer had his black sheep brother. When Mardak and Tavit were against Danil or Israel individualy, or at t4heh same time the two youngest brothers backed each other.

There had even been times when he and Israel had rumbled with Tavit and Mardak over disagreements about who their family andn their organization should be allied with on the had fought two on two three months ago. It had been bloody and Tavit and Mardak had won but neither Daniel or Israel would give up until they were knocked out or were beaten bad enough to not get up.

He had proven himself as a man. he was the most torn up over Israel's death.

6 Hours Later

They'd gotten word to the other members of Armenian Pride. The Iceman had another cell. Grisha's number lit up on Ivan's phone. "Da?"

"Ivan, mne osobo ne o chem govorit', poetomu skazhu bystro. YA svyazalsya s Bol'shim Zlom Marabunty. YA znayu, chto mnogiye lyudi boyatsya s nimi rabotat', no vam nuzhno ispol'zovat' monstra, chtoby ubit' monstra."

"Gde konkretno etot monstr, drug?"

(Where is this monster in particular?)

"V etom vsya prelest'. U sal'vadortsev uzhe bylo preimushchestvo. Oni zametili, kogda drugaya gruppa s nekotorymi sataninskimi naklonnostyami peremestilas' v etot rayon, i byli ubiystva v osnovnom prostitutok i bezdomnykh, no oni vse ravno zametili. Oni vidyat v nikh opasnost' dlya svoyego narkobiznesa."

(That's the beauty of it. The Salvadorans already had a lead. They took notice when another group with some satanic tendencies moved into the area and there were murders of mostly prostitutres and the homeless but they still noticed. They see them as a danger to their drug business around there.)

"When are you coming back to Los Santos?"

"That I do not know yet. I am still working things out here. There are people that want to be the new kings of Hove Beach just because my father died and Petrovic is also out of the picture. There is another player in town but i will show him that Hove Beach still belongs to the Markovich Family. We didn't inherit it. We were the last ones standing by default and I will not let others run us out of the community."

Mardak found a Caucasian male with brown hair in what Ivan could only describe as teh shittiest hairstyle he had ever seen. The scrawny male had glasses as well. He came out blasting and he fired six shots hitting Mardak in the chest. He also carried an already bloody hunting knife which he had already used to slit the throats of three AP gangsters, two men and one woman plus four Markovich goons. He had also shot two more of the Bravta family members. As he fell over, The Iceman leapt upon him and started stabbing but the Armenian rolled out from under and his blade hit the ground.

Mardak's kevlar protected him from the rouds but he hadn't wanted to take a chance with the knife.

"THIS ONE'S PUTTING UP A FIGHT!" Cackled The Iceman.

Three rounds struck the Iceman in the right buttock as Daniel had fired a twelve round burst. He fell crying out and Mardak took his own knife from him and stabbed him in the right ribcage. Not in such a way as to destroy it. Patrick got to his feet having scooped up his dropped handgun and fired six rounds as he tried to get to cover. He swung at Ivan and swiped under his right eye drawing blood. Ivan staggered back but withdrew his sidearm.

"YOU THINK KILLING ME WILL CHANGE A THING?!" Growled Patrick as he limped and staggered and kept swinging. Ivan backed off and aimed his Makarov at the gun and blade wielding psychopath. He fired the shot. The knife flew from his hand but two shots were required to force the blade away. The second of which also hit the serial killer in the left hand.

"FUCK!" He roared. Ivan spun in a 180 manner and gave him a kick to the chest. He fell over coughing up blood. Mardak had retrieved the killers own dropped blade and he ran him through with it twice in the chest. Patrick was no longer capable of speech. The left lung had been pierced and he was falling against the ground. Tavit took the knife from his son as The Iceman wheezed as his lung was starting to be crushed by the wind. Tavit grabbed him by the hair and warned, "With that lung you have no much time..."

His English was still somewhat broken even if he could grasp a good amount. "But you will spend your last few moments in pain not peace..."

He began to saw through his neck. The Iceman gurgled as he sliced through sinew and tissue like it was a ham and cheese sandwich he was cutting sliced through his vocal cords with a grunt and watched and listened at the rattles The Iceman made. "I know..I am a bad man...and I have killed many innocents. I pride myself on this. It means I have the inner drive to win any war I wanted. But I did this to witnesses. I gave only people like you a death like this. If it was a pretty lady like the kind you like to kill I just shoot them in the head. You do this for pleasure...and so do I...but that was my son you killed."

He was through his throat and halfway to his spinal corn. He hacked and stabbed and cut. Finally, he had the Iceman's severed dripping head. "As much as I would like to leave you as an example to the people about men like you who come and kill innocents in Los Santos...even children...but I want you all to mysel Iceman. A trophy of a conquered foe."

Mardak turned to him. "What of the female BSU members we captured alive? You want I should make shiskebob out of them?"

"No. Ahhh hmy son you have become at my side but you are becoming a bit insulated from the streets other than when you are with me. You must not be afraid to take the reins. You are my heir. Not Daniel. As much as I love Israel...he would not have made a good heir either. Those two don't get their own keys to the empire until they demonstrate better leadership capabilities. Like you. My first born. My pride..."

He put an arm around him. "No. Not dead. They will earn me money on the corners. It will take a few weeks for word to get to the BSU leadership in other states since the BSU here is in such disorder after ou attacks they haven't noticed. So those whores are my slaves. In perpetuity they will earn for me. You make sure all the men who keep them in line keep their pimp hand strong as the children like to say."

"You're using BSU females turned prostitutes..." Ivan realized.

Tavit smirked. "Not just from here. But from the 3rd ward of the New Arcadia too. The...how do you say it? Chorny girls with southern accents will fetch a nice price. They are not regular prostitutes. Some of them were girlfriends of 3rd ward gang members we killed..." He grinned wider. "That's half of them that is. The other half...their boyfriends under Marrick Roman are still alive. But they don't know where their girlfriends are. And they haven't for months."

"How long have you been doing this? And with how many from the 3rd ward?" Ivan demanded to know.

"Half a dozen so far..." Tavit stated. He added, "We are using the revenue the BSU and Roman Girl prostitutes to make back what we lost with losing so many of our soldiers in that last big fight before...but that's not all..." He lead him to a shed in the back of his house. A radio was playing CCR's Fortunate Son loudly. Inside the shed were two Roman Boyz, both who had been soldiers that had been wounded in battle. There was also three Caucasian males, one with green hair and blue eyes who wore a bloodied gray hooded sweater and blue jeans, a man with jket black hair and tanned skin and brown eyes standing five eleven, and lastly one who had blue eyes and red hair but the redhair looked almost blonde./

The five men were all drug addicts who Tavit fed cocaine and forced them to do his housework. "I decide on a whim which of my enemies and the tribute from my enemies..." Ivan knew he was meaning prostitutes, "I will feed heroin to and cocaine to. These BSU boys I keep high on cocaine. But the 3rd ward? They're used to heroin. At least two out of the six girls we took were former heroin addicts."

Ivan sighed. Even this was a means to an end. "They forced me to a standstill. But this could have potentially been very bad, Tavit..."

"Who would ever suspect that we took women from their neighbiorhoods? There was a few 17th ward goons we had to take care of as well. They were backup Naturally, we looked at their wallets. Saw their addresses and went and took their girlfriends too. This is nothing the Bravta hasn't done. Let;'s not pretend otherwise."

"So they've been turning tricks for you all this time? Did any of them have children?"

"No," Tavit lied. He had a poker face. It was hard to fool the likes of Ivan. But Ivan bought it. He read no deception on the gang bosses face. In reality, he had taken the mother of one girlfriend of a 17th ward gang member along with two of her friends. There had been three toddlers there. Tavit's men had not harmed them. They were not of talking age, any of them. They had simply killed the fathers, left the children and taken the mothers.

Tavit had even seen the missing persons reports issued in the state after the girls had dissapeared. He had not bothered or cared to look and find out if the New Arcadia Police had gotten to the children in time. They had snatched up the three women while they were napping.

Foster Valley

2 Days Later

There were some Rifas working at the next BSU farm with some of the Chicano members having had ties to the gang but let it to be part of something more positive and many were working in the tec industry. Since Chicanos and other brown people were under represented in Foster Valley tec jobs the BSU tried to use their own network to get some of them jobs in it.

Hernan Ortiz, a Mexican American originally from East Ohlone with affiliation to the Rifas as a teenager and young adult, sat at the keyboard. he had cleaned his act up in a brief stint at a level 2 prison. He had caramel colored skin and jet black hair that he shavedand he wore a white t shirt and baggy blue jeans. No indication of his previous affiliationsshowed other than when he occasionally had a red belt only or red shoe laces.

He turned to an African American male with reddish blonde hair and freckles who had caucasian blood as well. His name was Cheddar. The reason was people called him that due to his hair color. "Have you even slept yet?" Asked Cheddar.

"Not today, I was burning the midnight oil. Gotta getr shit done in a timely fashion."

"Hey man fuck Jar Harris, he's dead all right?"

"We workl for his succession line, bro. Don't forget that."

"I didn't but his wife aint any better/"

Hernan asked Cheddar, "Speaking of dead people...you hear about the hit went down in LS County two days ago? Bunch of Tiny Psychos hit em up. The Da Nang Boyz got hit hard."

Cheddar nodded. "Sid and Nick have been talking. There's talk about hitting them back but we don't know what set from the TPG'S it was. All they know is it was the beach and Little Phomn Penh was a war zone. The brothers down south are working on putting together a hit team soon."

"I don't normally go that far downstate but they can count me in too. One of my homeboys from up here...ran with the Others inside...he got killed down there. Down in LS...man...it'd be one thing if they hit us here but how did they know about the little small scale operations down south?"

Cheddar had the tip of a pen in his mouth. "I don't know but we may want to go down there when some of this shit dies down and help them update their software, hardware all their security. Cause if they're finding out where brothers in garages are in SoSan An then we gotta go down there cause some..." He was distracted as out of the corner of his eyes was a dark skinned Cambodian male with a face full of scars the man had worn since childhood.

Johnny Eng fired an striking the hacker in the chest and back as he fell. Hernan ran to cover as the rounds from the MP5 struck him twice in the side but he kept running. "You Bullshitters shouldn't work for companies like Life Invader and MeTV or Electric Tit. Or Eyefind. It makes it easy to find you."

Hernan returned fire with a dropped Glock from a deceased security guard. He took the backup magazines too. He fired from cover letting off fire careful rounds. He struck a BSU goon in the chest and stomach and the last two rounds got through the vest. "These pussies are wearing armor too! It might take some extra lead to chop em down!"

Ivan growled, "You should have all stayed at home!" He tossed a fragmentation grenade at their compters and the esxplosion and sparks did extensive damage.

"We didn't kill the BSU today. We killed communists involved with BSU. Some of them are black bloc anarchist at protests.

"Back home there was a communit of anarchists. It seems to work for them but there can only be something like that on a small scale. When it's big you have to have authoritarian countries like Russia and china.'

The Bloodfeather Triads were grabbing hackers and throwing them into their own computers and getting a kick out of watching the BSU members twitch.

Vera mowed down three BSU members in quick time. The first was a Caucassian makle wih a sleeve of tattoos mostly fire and Satanic tattoos with pink hair and blue eyes standing five six. His right arm was blown off. The second was hit in the stomach and hids guts hung out. The third was hit in the face but it wass no more.

"We're getting hit by white boys and Bi Ho's, man!" Cried a DNB member of Filipino descent as he squeezed off a beretta and hit two more Psychos. Vasily zeroed in on him and let of a burst from his own Kalishnikov hitting the man in the right arm just three inchews from his elbow. He bled like a stuck pig as he fell.

Natasha unloaded the G36 and struck four DNB's down as they were trying to escape in the car. The black peyote was filled with blood as two of the Asian gangsters got out o f the car while the otheertwo lay dead.

Ivan took three in the back and fell down the stairs. Buddha was tackled by the OG and the two grappled and punched and clawedfor control. He got up seeing the OG bleeding from his forehead but he knocked Buddha from the stairwell and he fell. A sickening crunch sounded in the air and Ivan knew it was bad.

The DNB member had a tattoo on his right arm that named his set.Mga Pumatay. Ivan gathered then and there that theirs was a set from East Ohlone.

They were a set started in the early 90's copying the older established DNB hoods like Khoi Thu had already started and though the DNB was a Vietnamese named gang that took all comers, the Filipino and Laotian influence was undeniable.

Certain hoods had set names based on the ethhnicity of a certain OG that started it. The North Side Killers. That was their English name but their name in Tagalog meant Thos Who Kill. They had also extended to Northern San An including the East Bay but they had a smaller prescence up here.

Vasily crashed a silver Patriot through the front window and ran over three of the techies. He had killed two of them right away as he had crushed them between the vehicle and the computers on the first floor.

Bottom let a barrage off and hit two DNB's who had through the BSU, along with Rifas in the bay, gotten jobs. Ivan looked at the first picture and spotted the first target he was there for. Katherine Newton was a red haired brown eyed Caucasian woman of about 24. She had a psychology major at Cuckley University. She was firing an MP5 from three flights up. Two Markovich soldiers, one Bloodfeather and one Psycho fell as a result of her marskmanship. Ivan knew he was a better shot than her but she had higher ground a naturally better vantage point.

He went to the back of the Patriot where Vasily took cover with an AA-12 of his own. Ivan saw the makings for a smoke grenade. "V, brother! Can you keep me covered?!" He called out. Vasily assured him, "Yes!" He fired up at the remaining shooters of the DNB's who had gotten an internship to try and get to actually work for big companies like Eye Find. The Psychos were spraying up the Life Invader offices while the Bloodfeathers made short work of the Eyefind officers. Workers fled from both buildings. Armed security guards arrived on the scene. Ivan readied the smoke bomb to cover his advance.

"25, bitch!" Buddha growled as he pressed the .44 Desert Eagle against the left temple of an already wounded crawling DNB who had been run over by a Bloodfeather homegirl.

The OG and threee of his homies came out gunning hard with their own Riles and three Psychos fell hit as a result. "That Dung Stain is making a run for it! Somebody get after his bitch ass!" Cried Bottom.

Mi Chang, a Chinese girl from the Bloodfeathers, fired her AK-101 and even as four DNBmembers speeding towards them in a gray Baller, she let the front seat have it with fifteen rounds and painted it red. As the ride rolled to a stop she got up close. There were two wounded DNB members in the back, one of Filipino and Cambodian ancestry and one of Vietnamese descent.

She aimed at the heads of the two men as they were coughing up blood. She shot the first in the face and the second in the right side of the forehead and temple.

Ivan got into the dark red Willard and began to drive after them. Buddha and for some reason, got in with him as did Vasily who was reloading. They began to chase the gangster down the freeway and the DNB's fired back at them. Due to high wind,the riounds were inaccurate on both sides but Buddha managed to hit one of the DNB's in the right arm four times and once in the left shoulder. The gangster slumped wounded into the seat in the back but his homies kept spraying.

Ivan ducked down and five rounds narrowly missed them. They swerved to avoid the onslaught. "I have a plan! When I speed up I want the three of you to empty everything you have into that car,..no questions asjed just do it yeah?!"

The DNB's were reloading and seemingly in disbelief that they had not killed everybody. Natasha's G36 struck a DNB of Cambodiam descent in the left eye. The second Cambodian to die was the one Vasily hit with six to the chest and neck. Lastly was a fellow Vietnamese driver a man wearing a navy blue hoodie and a dark green rag over his face.

There was also his homeboy in the back who was Thai but he was unconscious and bleeding. "Fuck you!" Growled the driver as he fired a Browing into the front seat and one round hit Ivan in the right arm as well as three to the chest but he pit manuevered the gangster car.

The man flipped the car five times before he was done. His homeboy was thrown from the ride and he was embedded in the spidered windshield with the glass actually being lodged in his stomach partly. Dark red spurts erupted from his mouth. As he was going into shock gurgling blood, Ivan grinned. "I guess taking out one of their leaders will send a message to Mai and Khoi."

Buddha sparked up a blunt as he got into his own ride with his homies and booked. He was soon puffing itr saying,

"We should strike them first. Do not give them time to rest."

"I think you may be right, Natasha..." Ivan admitted.

He turned to his alliance f Psychos."

"I want your organization to increase more here especially but you're taking it back. Your friends need back up in Northern San Andreas. As for the Bloodfeather, we need you more in LS."

He turned to the gang leaders. "Your job is to make sure none of the DNB's get any sleep. I learned of ther treachery regarding what they did for Lamar Davis. A price has to be paid."

"So turn up the heat in the hood on the Cum Stains? I'm down with that..." Bottom stated.

Bottom let her AK-47 spray at the four DNB members from the Horton Street Posse. She hit all of the men in the group and watched them fall, at the mercy of the twenty five rounds that swept up each of them. Multiple rounds also missed but even though Bottom had increased her own range with the weapon, it wasn't like she needed to aim that well.

The Laotian OG fired his Uzi at them and dropped three of the Psychos. "Fuck the Bi Ho's! This is my hood!" He barked. The first Psycho went down by an eighr round barrage to the chest and knee caps. The second was three in the right ribcage and the third was two rounds to the right temple.]

Ivan fired his own AK-101 and peppered the young shot caller in the left knee and shin. He had five 7.62 rounds in his leg.

The wounded OG writhed in pain and dropped the empty weapon. Before he could grab for it again, Ivan turned to kicked the gun away. "None of this is personal..." Ivan stated as he stepped on the wounded gang mwembers chest. "But you are in the way. There's no getting around that fact. And the more allies Khoi has the more of a problem for my family."

"Fu...fuck...you...! Fuckin .white boy..shooting me ?! We'll wipe the floor with your crew."

"Hey you want to take this bitch out?" Asked Buddha. "If you didn't want to we can. I been at war with this pim loj for seven years. We even did time together at the same time in the pen. Same side of the day room but the pen is the pen and the streets are the streets."

The psychos began top beat the already wounded gang member. "You're going to tell me the name of the white man who was with the BSU. If you don't I'm going to kill your entire family."

"The fuck I know, man...? It aint our hood that dealt with them...that's Lotus..that Vietnamese girl!"

Buddha gripped in the man's already wounded collar bone area digging his nails into his wound. "You must know somebody./ You're allied with them on the streets. They had a white dude with them."

Johnny dug his nails into the wounde Asian. "The Iceman. We want to know where the iceman is."

"I don't know man! I heard a rumor on the streets..." Ivan slammed his head against the wall. "I don't want you to tell me about hearsay."

"Aight...Mai..and the Iceman we hear they had a fight. She barely survived..."

"Interesting."

He took the wounded OG and took jumper cables to his hooked it up to the gold and gray Dominator in the garage. He watched with glee as the electricity started as Buddha watched in horror

"My country was destroyed, Ivan. So I don't care what happens to this one. Cambodians...you klnow what we are, man? We're the Salvadorans of the Asian world. Or ho I am/maybe Colombia since that's another country that's beautiul to look at but uigly to see cause of the violence. I make no apologies for what I do for my set. i started this fuckin set. Almost thirty years ago."

Johnny turned to Ivan. "All right, Boogey. What do you want to do about

T Mart coughed up more blood on his goatee. "I don't want to die...I just want to go home..."

7 Days Later

Mai had kept a close eye on him. They of course had to change locations now. She couldn't risk him being caught in LS County. Sure, a Filipino in Blaine County was y bound to draw eyes in the mostly Mexican and Caucasian area but he was in the safest place he could possibly be. Trevor Phillip's trailer resting up. He had plenty of oxy for the pain. Trevor was in better spirits than he usually was. He had stopped doing meth as much.

Between him and Lamar, Mai would still rather have him as backup. "Look, I don't mind backing up your friends. Your friends are my friends..." The meth kingpin explained. "So since I decided to be hospitable...you mind telling me why the fuck one of your friends shot Lamar?! He's my friend. Has been since.. almost as long as you been in town!"

"Lamar had us doing a job where we stole lowriders from Vagos and Ballers. It went okay on the first few runs but then we had a major shootout. One of the last ones we were in a friend of mine, Clayton got hit. Then with this last one we all got pretty banged up."

"Who gives a shit?! That comes with the territory. You don't shoot the man on your side! Even in the leg! If I was gonna shoot somebnody I'd at least have the decency to put a bullet in their head and do it clean rather than turn them into a gimp."

"Lamar's just going to be laid up a few months but he's fine.'

Trevor sighed. "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I gotta talk to Lamar about damage control. I know him. We go back..."

Neto

He turned to Paul. "You should steer clear of Mai, homes..."

"Why? We don't even live in the same city anymore. The room mate days are gone."

"She's got fuckin feelings for you."

"That's bullshit. No she doesn't. I've seen her look a certain way at Ivan, maybe you too but with me it's sisterly. But I could never see her as a sister."

"If you say so, guero."

"Don't call me that..."

"It's just an expression it doesn't mean gringo when it's used towards you it's just a skin color thing thats why a dark skinned Indio can be a moreno and mayate can be a moreno. A guero can be a light skinned Indio or a gavacho you just gotta know the context..."

"I don't give a shit. I'm not from that culture. I never had any business reppingg Onda or anything. I might get along with Chicanos, Mexicans whatever but I'm not one. The point is in my tribe I'd be considered a moreno if we went by those same Spanish colonial standards because i am darker than most or the same color as most in my tribe/. I'm only a "Guero" even in the indigenous context by YOUR tribes standards. Not mine. That has been my point."

"Are you looking for a fight, fool? It's just an expression."

"I'm calmly explaining why...and you're choosing not to listen."

"Why would you even tell me that? What the fuck am I supposed to do with that information? If I was gonna do anything about it I'd known I would have in 2013."

"It's cause she said she felt like a pedophile..." Neto said with a chuckle. "Or she would have. But you're probably right about Ivan. I've seen the way she looks at him too. It's obviously from daddy issues...truth be told...Khoi used to fuck around on her mom when they were with the IAA. Her mom fucked around on him too. But they're still together so mybe it works."

"Did you ever like chinitas? You can tell me man I know you liked mayatas..."

"Yeah. Back in High School and a bit before I got to LS i did but friendship was thee most I ever did."

Neto also added, "You know Mai's Chinese too right? Not just Vietnamese."

"That's a trip..." Paul said taking a hit from the blunt. He looked down realizing he had no memory of Neto even lighting it and smoking it. "If what you say is true what do you want me to do about it?"

"What do you want to do about it?" Neto asked him.

"I meant should I act like I don't know or confront her on it? I always saw her as like a sister. Yeah she was attractive but I never even thought of it that way. "

"Really vato? Not even when you were in the shower? I'm just saying Mai wore a lot of nice clothes. If I wasn';t a racista...I might. But I am. And I know the chinos don't like Mexicanos. Shit, Indios de Norte barely like us."

"It's a bit different on the east coast we didn't hang out much but we didn't really know each other. It's kinda shame in a city like Liberty City or T Town."

"I hear ya wey."

"She hasn't said anythiung about it so even to bring it up to nip it in the bud is gonna make shit awkward. If she wanted anything like that she should have tried when I was 21 not now."

"It might just be off the fact that you and I saved her same with Lee. Mirate...she wasn't looking at you or me that way as much as Lee but she's an IAA agent. Spies are always putas homes. Same with the hombres. Sanchos. They're not capable of commitment."

"Mai said there was IAA agents that are married. Shit Anna Chan is married to the director. It doesn';t get more IAA than that."

"And they're not faithful to each other. If people were to ask me if I was a man whore I would say yes except I don't get paid. Sabes I know I'm a sancho. I know I'm not relationship material. I'm destined for cholas but not a wife. I don't need love."

"You don't love Gata?"

"I don't think I love any hyna. Not that way. Maybe I do but I'm not in love que no? But she's been a good mom to Emiliano. Be glad you can still fall in love. I think that side of me died when Nenetl did. I can still function as a man but I can't as a husband or novio. Even friends with benefits I can do. You and I are both monogamously challenged but unlike the hynas we don't pretend we aren't dogs. The same thing is true with the BSU. Not one of them is monogamous. Which is fine but they try to be. Just remember something else. You may think that it a threeway situation you can love two people equally and maybe you can. But I've seen a lot of homies try and they even loved both rucas but it wasn't the same amount."

"Maybe you're more stuck in the past than I am, Neto. I might be interested in ancient history of other people but my own past has nothing but skeletons. Do you think i don't dream about the past? I do. Maybe Nenetl was the one for you. It's not fair but shit even Selena Quintanilla's husband remarried eventually."

"I know. That marriage didn't last. You can't love a man who still loves a dead woman. But I'm not letting some gringo psycho analyze me either. I wouldn't be able to answer any questions there without them calling the juras."

Neto sighed. "I didn't want to save Mai's life for her to live. I just didn't want her going out by the Iceman's hand. She's still gonna pay with her life for what she did to Renata."

"From everything she said about him he's not the kinda man I'd want to meet..." Neto chuckled. The only reason he wouldn't be able to personally come at you is he knows you wouldn't let any gavachos within a hundred feet of you if you didn't know them. But he still has serial killers under him. Lucky for you you haven';t done anythingto get his attention. Even framing him for what Packie did was Mai's idea.

Neto sighed. "I've been trying to stay insolated for a bit. The juras on the streets are arresting homies left and right. I've told people to stay indoors for a while. Gang task forces are everywhere. Shit's going crazy down south where you and Ivan were...I'd hate to be there right now that place is swarming with feds after the shit that went down."

"Just be glad you werent't part of it. It wasn't pretty. I fought about as much as you hear about the Canadian effort at Normandy..." He chuckled. "And even that was bad."

"You should know something while you're out here. Those moves you pulled out in the swamps...your friend got captured..by the BSU. You should expect them to either kill him or torture him for information. The next time you see him you may have to kill him."

"Who?"

"i think his name was Daniel..."

"Danyen? wouldn't..and if he did i would find a way to make him earn it back."

"Sometimes you can only give so many chances. i've thought about taking out jose before but it was just a passing thoght after as much as he complains about you and the order you gave."[

"Why didn't you?"

"the less i smoked meth the less impulsive killing seemed like a good year. then it made me wonder what the fuck was wrongt with me these last four years."

"i respect that. But what if he ends up being a problem?"

"i know where his family is in LS. And in Ariza. He's not taking that chance with me."

He added, "k:or...if push comes to shove...i'll stand with you against mai. i was pissed at first when i heard you rolled with her but ivan has caused problems too. The ballas still attack our neighborhoods and he stands with them. The Psychis i could overlook cause it' in cypress flats but here?"

"you want us to kill ivan and mai?"

"how do you know the iaa that came after you wasn't from her homies? You got no reason to trust her. i can't get near her without dealing with khoi too. but yuou can. Maybe you can use that boyish charm you had when you first got here...you were a bright eyed chamaco out here. now i see thee eyes of somebody that's been institutionalized."

"my eyes havent been without pain in a long time. For as long as i could remnember."

"if push comes to shove gotta know if you got my back. i gotta take mai down, Paul. she owes me for nata's death."

"Why do you even gotta ask?" He demanded. "Then agai you're the one that stopped the Iceman from putting her on ice. That would have been a problem solved too."

"See? That's why I'm not sure about you, homes. Mirate...I know your cora is in the right place but tu sabes...

"why arent yopu goin after lee? just cause of that truce?"

"yeah. otherwise he'd be trying to put that shotgun to the back of my head. but i also killed one of his girls. in a way we're even. he'll never admit it but i can. i got tire of fighting bsu. There's nothing to gain, homes. they'e a nomadic gang that moves state to state. they don't control enough of anything in any of the cities they'r in. mark'dsd the first one with any real power. They got too many friends in the government."

"you prepared for the blowback of killing her?"

"mai has more enemies than hairs on her head, fool. i can pin it on any one of them. Psychos seems like the best bet. they'd be the ones who could get closest. vagos gotta drive by in these chino hoods cause they're deep and Mexicans stick out there but another chino can get in there. she hasn't paid her price in blood the way Lee did. i'll have to take out her parents too. i won't even bother trying to give khoi a fair fight. i'll make it quick."

"you're cold blooded, neto.":

"but i can get ivan. i can take him out. he knows too much about us. los indios tienen que permanecer juntos. es un mundo frí 're my carnalito but those two...you could get mai cause she trusts you now. ivan is more on my side. i can take him out in the heat of battle. if i blame the BSU for his death the blowback on them would be big."

"i don't think we should be talking about this.." Paul stated. "i never knew ivan that well. we were more like aquintances."

"I guess the question is who you think ivan would least expect it from. cause you know mai is expecting it from me. ivan on the other hand because he doesn't know youi as well maybe he cant predict you or maybe he can. ivan isnt expecting anything from me but i aint sure if i should have you do it or me do it."

"What about us both doing it?"

"So you're on board?"

"No. but if we get to a point where we had to we better both do it. Fuck fighting him he has too much training."

"Afraid to fight him, eh?"

"Hey i never lost a fight to a fuckin polar bear. i don't want him to be the first."

"I wonder if uncle sam would get off our backs if we gave them Ivan? He's either number two or number three in his organiation but i'm hearing he's just behind natasha and grisha. FIb would foam at the mouth to get somebody that high up."

"What the fuck is wrong with you, neto? You turned snitch? even if you hate ivan for whatever reason you do that you're greenlit by onda. They won't care it's a Russian mobster."

"i'm just reevaluating my fuckin company, ese. ivan has too much ambition and too many enemies. Someone like him is more dangerous than mai just because he has US politicians for siblings."

"let's sit on this for a while, Neto. I don't have the answers for you. i don't want to do anything against them. Not now. mai got me outta prison..."

"And i made sure you were protected when you were in a US prison..." Reminded Neto.

"And i can never repay you...if you hadn't.."

"That's my fuckin point carnal i did what i could but i don't have the same strings to pull. Don't get me wrong 4 years ago she was a good friend to have but now she's a liability."

"Well right now you and Ivan are on the outs with her and I'm not. Let me find out what I can first. Anything. Tanaka taught me to overanalyze things even more than I already used to being on the spectrum. But it's things related to survival."

"Tanaka was a crazy cabron. I heard about the shit he got up to in the 90's in this city. But he's no worse than anybody else that Mai or Ana work for."

"You're willing to go to war with the BSU again? After what it cost you last time?"

"They're gonna attack us eventually. I'm sure. I don't trust them not to. I aint gonna start one but believe me...I've told al my soldados y soldadas to prepare for war just in case."

He then added, "By the way carnal...the homies said you can still maintain your Onda status after all if you pay a little...'Return' fee. They don't even want to make you drop your ties to the Warriors."

"How the fuck is that possible?"

"You're back in town and we got problems with the chinos. And the mayates and Samoans . Plus I still got Trevor Phillip's in the Desert fucking with Aztecas. And there's been other carnales that started off in one gang and joined Onda. If all them fools from Maravillosa can be in Onda when most of their cliquas were green lit plus a half breed like you back in the day who joined AV cause he was part white switched over to Onda. And there's been homies from other gangs too so if a gang that's all bad on a San Andrean yard or at least was for a long time can still have loyal carnales get down you can be in good standing."

"yeah I guess I'd have to think about it. It's deinitley not something somebody would expect. Plus I had to run away from the Lords cause we had a manipulative leader and then you already know what happened with CGF. I figured sindce peopple call me za hood hopper I'll be loyal to the two things I believed in the most. When I was running with the McReary';s and the North Holland Hustlers I was lost. I might not have joined any of those fuckers but I rolled with them."

"You didn't know what you know now. But now you know you're related to Packie. And his brother's AV. It's a bit far away to have any conflicts but your homeboy with the Lords you got outta prison..."

"I didn't even do that. Ivan did..."

"You know what, maybe you should use your go between status...your social chameleon shit and play it closer to Ivan. Just think about it."

"That's not gonna be easyt

"There has to be a happy medium between killing them like it's nothing and letting them get away with fucking me over..."

Mai

Lee sat with mai in the apartment she used to share with three other men. "Are you sure this place is safe? Everybody and their mama knows you lived here in the past. And which of your ex room mates you can even trust..."'

The physical recovery had taken a couple months.

"I know...it's just that Ihave cameras outside so I can see them coming. This being such an expensive apartment has its benefits."

"I know..." The New Arcadia bred Chinese American replied as he took a bite of his double bacon cheesburger and took a pull on his E Cola. "But being by Mark's side so many years and being in so many gunfights...and both defending and attacking places...shit just what I used to do with the core chapter of our brothers in Sunbelt. I see how bad things can get real fast."

"Lee, the average person in this building doesn't pay as much attention to their own cameras or have a need for counter surveillance. I do. I guess...i kept this place for sentimental value. I guess everybody else finally got their own places and I almost feel like I lost my room mates. or siblings. I can have any property I want too..I have a lot of money. But..I guess there's sentimental value."

"This place...it christened your return to LS. And you didn't even remember you'd ever been to the Beach before right?"

"Yeah... Lee..I want to know more about you in your words. How did you and Mark actually meet? I feel like I've onlu ever got the abridged version. Where are your parenrs

"you know becaus of you i'm starting to like LS. Maybe not the ghetto but seeing all these neighbrhoods..." He then added with a smile, "Whenever I can, I'll tell you anything you want to know."

She knew what it was. He had driven through Chinatown and been astonished at all the businesses and even schools that were just in Cantonese or Mandarin. The Vietnamese in East New Arcadia had set roots and of course there had been Chinese railroad men in the days when New Arcadia was known as St. Denis. He sighed. "I figured if you wanted to know anything like that you would have looked in already. If you're anything like Anna I know you had to have looked me up. If cops do it.."

He sighed. "I'll tell you about me and some of the things we did before you met but my parents...that's not something I'm ready to talk about. Not yet."

The chinese american shot her a flash of concern. "i won't let anybody come after ytou while im here. i know you don;t need my help or protection but..."

She pulled him in for a kiss. "i Do need you, Lee."

"i want you to meet my parents...": she stated. his eyes widened in shock.

Packie

He was more healed up than he had been in a while. He heard a knock at the door. Gordon racked the Itchaca 37. "Get that gun out of my face..." Warned Niko Bellic.

"Hey Packie should I turn this fuckin turncoat into toothpaste now or you want the honor? That punk Niko's here!"

Packie emerged into the living room. "Niko, boy. If it isn't my fratricidal brother from another mother. You here to kill me? Better yet I bet the guineas paid you."

"No. It isn't that. The men who killed my cousins mother...raped and killed her are in America. In either Liberty City or Los Santos. They may be affiliated with some men your associate Ivan Azarov is affilated with."

"Okay...and what the fuck do yoiu want meto do about it? I did a few jobs with all of them but Paul Hoffman is the only one I knew from this city. The rest of em were all in LS when I got out there."

"I don't know this name you spea. Packie, I'm sorry I killed Derrick. If I could do it again I would have shot Francis."

Packie looked down and said, "It's like I told you back when we first started being friend. Derrick was a fuckin grass and Gerry saw being locked up as penance. As much as I miss my brother...i figured out he's the reason Gerry's in prison. Ray Boccino didn't have a reason to do that."

"I remember when we talke about this when we hung out. I didnt think it waas true."

"That's the only reason you're still breathing."

"I am legitimate now. I am an uncle...it's like being a parent in a way."

"So what are yo saying Niko boy?"

"I don't want our old life touching my niece. This shit doesn';t touch Kate Bellic. I want to find the men who did this to my aunt. I understand the important of non nuclear family."

"I can't make that gurantee, Niko. Her safety is up to you. You're her family. It shouldn't come back on her though but I can't promise I'll bring you back alive. Once we let you avenge your aunt's murders...you and I got business."

"Is it the kind of business that I took care of with Derrick? And Aiden O'Malley and Bucky Sligo?" Demanded the 39 year old. "I'm turning forty in a few months, man. I'm too old for this shit...if you're going to do it...lets just say...I would not be opposed to dying. I've lived a normal crime free life for ten years here. I finally put my past behind me. I killed Darko Dravic. I did not feel better about it. I had a few romances..." He thought of Carmen and Kiki. Kiki had dumped him when she had caught him with Carmen and he had dumped Carmen himself. He found her too immature and he found Alex too superficial.

He had good chemiostry with Kiki but she had been posessive and he had been a dog. He had feelings for Kate but she was gone.

"I don't have a problem with you taking your revenge after this is over, Packie. Or at least trying. We should both get our affairs in order. If you had found out what you did about Derrick back when we first met and you killed me...back when I did not have a niece...I would have understood. After everythint I did..if you had killed me right after Kate had died...but before I got the phone call about Kate...I would have been okay with dying. But now..I have to shield her and Mallorie and Roman from the world. I can't let you do this to me."

"So you're willing to knock he McReary famuily off the map are ya boyo? Cause Gerry aint getting outta prison ever, Francis is going down Derrick's in the ground, Ma's in the ground. My da is in the ground. If I die, that's it for our family."

Truthfully, Packie wasn't. Between his own nieces that he never got to see and Paul, he wouldn't be the last McReary technically but he would be the last full on McReary. Niko had know about Paul or Pablo through the streets. He had even seen the kid without realizing back then it was him. To Niko as far as he knew that was still a Puerto Rican kid from Elizabeta Torres's inner circle.

"You're gonna help me find Francis. And we can take care of him together for Derrick's sake cause I believe you about regrettuing what you did. But sorry aint good enough. When this is over we handle it."

"That's fine..." Niko stated. "But Roman, Mallorie, Kate they are all off limits. Or I will break into prison just to kill Gerry too. The way that biker did his own president that year."

"Yeah that was a pretty crazy year eh Niko Boy? See ya around..." He needed to call Donovan and Liam. He wanted revenge on the Commission for shooting him. That was what would occupy the Irishman's thoughts the rest of the night.

Ivan

"I am coming with you and there is nothing tou can say about it." Natasha stated/

"You're not coming with me. That's a bad idea."

"You don't have a choice in the matter. I give you baby we raise baby./ I will not be a stay at home mother. I will go to war. I am in charge of this family's west coast operations. I am the matriarch of the Markovich Family now."

"SAnd who will raise our son?'

"We will not always be at war with this chorny."

He sighed. ""i was in El Salvador you know..." He stated. "I fought in the jungle with the guerillas. There was a woman down there, once. Luz Suarez. She was against the government. She had a lover in the movement too. But he was imprisoned by the government. She believed he was dead. During that time, Ivan had gotten to know her. They had made love one night and a year later she was with child but Ivan was called back to the Motherland by then as the Soviet Union had just fallen."

"Your girlfriend. What happened to her and her son? Your son?"

"I do not know. I tried coming back the next year. I heard later her husband was released from prison as part of the deal. But then the war had ended and I couldn't find them.

He stopped at the hotel in downtown LS where his brother and sister were sharing drinks. "Ivan..." They greeted/

"I would like you to meet Natasha. My partner. And fiancee."

"It's been long overdue. We've alwayswante to meet our nephew. And our niece."

"The first can be arranged. But the last I am not sure of./ "

"How did you fuck that up?" Asked Henry. "Better yet don't tell me, bro."

"She was just a piece of ass from the streets. She did not matter. If she did she would not have run away."

"Paige...i'm close to finding him. I wondered if I was going to. Now I have."

"Ivan...you're stuck in the past. It fucked me and Henry up when mom died and dad went away. We don't forget who we are. I'll never fprget rthe 80's. But they're over. They've been over for more than thirty years. The cop that shot mom probably isn't alive anymore."

Ivan sighed. "Yes, he is. He's retired by now. He probably thinks nothing of it. He's used his gun seven times over the course of his career. This fucking pig was Capitol Police from '85 to '90. The IAA back then...they had to keep it under wraps that it was one of us killed but we knew but Moscow could reveal wo he was. It was a priority to find him in the 90's too when I was FSB but we never did. He has to be in a black site prison. It's a boat just off the gulf of Mexico. I know where...but i've been keeping this information for a while. Ever since my friend Kuma died."

"You actually had a friend, Johnny?" Henry asked. "Besides Vasily?"

"Yes. I know that what I do makes it nearly important to connect with people but much like the IAA does we have to be there potentially for those who need us. In the end...it's not about good versus evil. It's about settling scores and the domination of the world powers that be."

"Johnny you were born in America, man. You don't even remember your natural mom. Our mom raised you like one of us. But she wouldn't want any of us to fight. They would have been happy that the wall came down. You idolized the KGB and so did I for a minute."

Henry added, "Ivan, don't think I don't know what you're doing out there on the streets. I've done my best to keep you outta prison. I am a democrat afterall and I advocate for immigrant lawyers."

"Yes...but unfortunatley a long lost brother who lived with you as your own does not nessecarily count. You are American born, Ivan. The war is over. You can get dad out of there if it's possible but it sounds like a suicide mission."

"It is. That's why I'm taking only my best men with me."

"Come to think of it...I don't know how it hasn't caused yoy a scandal being related to me..." Henry stated.

"Well America doesn't actually know he was ever KGB, Henry. Other than the IAA that want you dead," Paige exhaled with a stressed expression in her brown eyes. "As far as America knows other than when you choose to go by that alias...look dads name may not be on your birth certificate but you are his son and you are our brother..." Paige assured. "We don't want to see you get killed."

"What happened to your son, Ivan? Is he alive or dead?"

"Dead..." Ivan said with a sigh. "His name was Ephraim. He ended up immigrating to America when the war ended . His mother was killed during a goverment ambush. His father was wounded and barely survived but got them there. He ended up making it to America but I had heard...I'd heard that my son had fought in the war on terror. He died seven years ago in combat. Ephran Suarez...my son...I don't talk about him much. I haven't with anybody in years. Not even Vasily..."

He looked into the glass of Vodka as if hoping to see a different future in the ice. "As much as I was hurting at the time...and I did exact some measure of general revenge on the group that did it I never got the man responsible. Or men responsible. In battles like that who can really tel who is who?"

He sighed. "I don't blame him and I don't blame them. I blame the United States government for having us over there in the first place. Including my son. His parents sacrificed everything for him to have a better life in El Salvador but life is not so easy during the peace just after a war. I knew my son..you know this? When I was living in Hove Beach he wasn't living far away. He was in Dukes. But he was killed. During Operation Moshtarak. He sustained some injuries from a gunfight but he had eleven confirmed kills before they killed him. An IED."

His younger brother and sister simplty listened to him. "I...had never felt that kind of pain. The loss of mom...was the roughest thing I'd ever experienced. My son got into the military and wanted to be a US citizen. He died for this country. The country that ruined his. By backing dictaors there."

"Ivan..." Paige began. "We have to be honest with ourselves. The Soviet invasion of Agghanistan wasnt exactly justified and neither was the US."

"Yes but the men responsible for the attack on Love Media towers should always be stopped. I can admit that past administrations in our country have been wrong. But I don't think our president is. He's like me. He's a modern Russian but he remembers the cold war. Now the man who raised my son had other children with Luz before he was in prison and one year after. You know who ended up killing his mother? Men from Marabunta when they were deported there in the mid 90's."

"I'm sorr, Ivan...how...how could you keep this in? All of this...from us...you made contact when you got to San Andreas..."

He looked at his two siblings. "You know in your own way you two are the best sleepers there are. Nobody suspects a thing about you. You were both of college age when mother died."

"Yeah but I was a drinker underage, bro. And you were only two years older than me!"

Paige added, "When mom and dad went to Russia in '87 that was the last time I saw them. Henry and I didn't talk that much around that time. Youi know the story..."

Their neighbor had been an FIB agent who had let them go due to them trying to prevent nuchlear war. Ivan had been with them. He had stayed with Paige in those days.

"And after mom and dad left...he was like a father...Dan was..."

"Yes I know. He was a good man, And I think he sensed their urgency to stop nuchlear war."

Ivan had a request. "I need a favor. And it involves getting an inmate out of prison. One of my...allies my former room mate. He just used his sway to get a very high ranking Lord who has a lot of respect as an OG out. Now...he's a high ranking gang member. He has no doubt been given a promotion."

"Yeah we heard about that. n..." Paige warned. She was still in Congress herself. "The governor of Liberty pardoned him."

2012

Though he often found himself between Liberty City and Canada often sneaking in between the two jurisdictions in the winter time, he had to admit things had been rough but steady these last few years. It was all about saving. He had not thought about what it was he wanted to even save money for other than survival. He'd been making friends on Lifeinvader including on the west coast. He had never been out there but he had always seen Vinewood gangster movies.

From LS Noire era mafia films to the Ballas and Families he had always had a curioisity about the sub cultures out west. Like Liberty City, they had barrios and like Liberty City, they had hoods with civil rights leaders on the street signs. Plus though this had often made him a source of ridicule in school, he preferred west coast rap to east. That was not to say he didn't listen to 50 Cent and Big Pun and Fat Joe and Wu Tang Clan and all these others. He did. It was just that there was something more about the west coast style./ Maybe it was the fact that NWA had done more for freedom of speech than any east coast group aside from maybe Public Enemy.

Nobody from the east had made any music saying fuck the police. Now, he was chilling in the projects. "PABLO. VEN AQUI!" Demanded Lord Sobo. He did as he was told.

"You're Indio, right?" He often ridiculed Paul for his mixed features calling him blanquito. Hispanics had never been that way as much as African Americans had but still there was the occasional brainwashed Puerto Rican too. When he was chiding him for not getting jumped in back when he was still a teenager the way many lords had and how he had been blessed in but unofficially, he was often the source of his scourn. "Yeah," He replied. "Mohawk."

"What's a pow wow?" Demanded the gang leader. Despite claiming Taino ancestr in addition to Spanish and African that made up the average Carribean's DNA, he didn't know this . Paul eyed the triracial gang leader. He found it odd that an adult twice his age was asking him these things. He had done time in prison and Paul knew there had to have been six nations inmates inside in upstate prisons there was always some Indians i jail no matter what state.

"Why?" He asked.

"Just tell me."

The truth was, he had dressed up himself to dance when he was younger. "We dress up traditiona ith feathers and eads and shit. Sing and beat this big drum ut an sell Indian shit like jewelry clothes and art. Plus there's food."

"Yeah but what do you do it for?" Sobo asked.

"Money."

"No but why do they really do it, PAUL?" He only called him that to mock him often times. It was his way of calling him hite because he didn't speaj Spanish

"I don't know."

"Whatchu mean you don't know?!" The gang leader growled.

"To make money, motherfucker," Paul said with sudden courage. The gang leader looked at him sideways shooting him a look that said, Rememer who you're talking to.

"That's why we're going to be at the pow wow too..." Announced Lord Sobo.

"To make money?"

"Si. You have a lot of mixed bloods in your tribe?"

"Yeah. We been colonized a while."

"'We been colonied a while' listen to how you sound..." Sneered Sobo.

"It's what I was taught."

"Bien...there's some motherfucker from some tribe the Macopee Sioux who pay their members a million dollars a month. They're a watered down tribe. Ten Speed he tells me about these things. And there's some Cocolos that are claiming Indio too. Shinnecock."

"Some Shinnecock are real they just heavily mixed with African American."

"Niggers. Even if you like morenos and you like your own gente you can't likle it when somebody who isn't Indian claims it right?"

"No. Who would? I have to go through shit being mixed walking two worlds. But so do the Shinnecock in their way. It doesn't help that they got a pretty small tribe."

"The ones that just made it in barely...blancos o morenos they shouldn't be getting checks for money. They shouldn't get to dress up and play Indio. You went through things where you come from. And these chicos that work for me many of them got some cocolo blood too but they're loyal to their Inca. This po wow s happening in Bohan but they didn't render unto Cesar."

He picked up what Paul at first couldn't tell was a gun. It was small and all white. "What the fuck is that?" Paul voiced his question.

"Plastic..." Answerred Sobo.

"It works?"

"It's 3D printed. New technology, hermanito. Just came out this year. You wanna see?"

Out in the back alley he took aim at a can of Hepsi. "You ever fire one of these before? A gun like that?"

"No. Just the regular kind, man..." The twenty year old replied. He felt his finger squeee and the then the boo,m wernt through him. There was a mo,ent where he didnt know what was happening. The squeee brought the boom and his whole body became a boom and a ducked without meaning to. his ears were ringing inside and out a single tonee drifting off./ He looked at Sobo as he sas saying something but he said, hat but didn't hear himself say it/.

Finally he heard the Spanish Lord Inca inform him, "This is how we're gonna rib that pow wow."

He remembered. There were metal detectors at the stadium. Just a walker that an Elder from the Mohican tribe had brought in had set it off the last time Paul was there.. Sobo handed him a flyer for the pow wopw that listed prize money in each dance category. Four for five thousand. Three for ten. "That's good money..." The mixed Mohawk-Irish hitman remarked.

The shot caller replied, "I wouldn't be getting involved in shit like this. I've been staying out of the pen ever since you and i first met, chico. But I owe somebody."

"Who?" Asked the de facto Lord even though he felt more like a glorified hitman and dope peddler even though it had been regular work and he'd had plenty of sex and respect over these last few years. The adult women willing to sleep with him as he came of age had shot off more when he started slinging and getting taller asnd his acne had finally cleared up. Plus he had momey to stay at nicer hotels instead of just motels.

He like seeing his homies here in LC from the Uptown brothers in North Holland to his Irish homies in Dukes to his hermanos from South Bohan but despite being a leader to the hermanos he'd gone to HS with, Paul looked at Lord Sobo as the polar opposite of Manny Escuela. He had been a loud mouth and a bit of a hypocrite but at least he wasn't pure evil.

"Mind your business..." The gang leader told him.

"We good?" Inquired Paul.

"Go home," Ordered Puerto Rican gang boss. He would be heading back to either stay at the apartment that he shared with the other hermanos or maybe Packie's place in Dukes. Or Dwane's place in Northwood but he had moved back to North Holland by now but he was still welcome. Later that night, he was caled on his cell phone. He was told by Sobo he was going to be the one to hide the bullets.

2 Days Later

"In the bushes? For real?" Paul asked.

"Yeah."

"I'm supposed to thro the ullets into the bushes at the enterance?"

"Put em in a sock."

"Put bullets in a sock and thro them in the bushes?"

"What I say?" Asked the Cuban gangster.

"It just seems..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You got it?" Demanded the Latin American gangster.

"Where do I get the bullets? What kind?" He needed to know.

"Jamalmart. .22's, manito."

"Can you just print them?"

"They can't do that yet," Explained the overweight thug. "There's one more thing. You still got some Indian shit to put on?"

"Whatchumean Indian shit?"

"I don't know. What they put on. Feathers and shit."

"I got it," Confirmed Paul.

"You're gonna wear it."

"It won't barely fit," He protested.

"But will it?"

"Yeah..." Paul said with hesitation in his voice.

"Wear it to the pow wow. You won't be the only one. Ten Speed will be there too."

He got off the flip phone and hung up. The idea of it disturbed him. He would have to see his uncle brownie.

Ivan

2018

Indian White Cake

Ivan stopped in on the Armenians. "Say hello to the man who murdered Israel..." He pointed to a head that had been severed. "This is The Iceman."

Ivan picked up the head. "I see the resemblance. Nice to meet you Mr. Iceman..."

This earned laughter from Mardak and Tavit. "Not much unsettles you does it, Babayaga?" Tavit grinned as he asked.

"I can only assume he has earned it. He's certainly been enough of a problem before..." He would not tell the Armenians that they had the wrong man. That he was merely a Patrick look alike. "So what can I do for you?" He asked. "You said you needed my help with something."

"Yes. There is a cocaine shipment being intercepted by those clowns from Cerco Blanco. They are picking it up at the Port of LS. They are our sworn enemies. We are willing to ride with you into war, my old friend but we must occasionally ask the favor be returned. With it...what we lack in numbers, we make up in power, and cocaine. We already relish killing Cervix Tontos. But to do it for a profit while taking theirs away is a dream come true," Mardak smirked.

"What happened to Daniel?" Asked Ivan.

"He's in LS County jai. Drunk and disorderly. We will not need him for this. My son has a blind spot when it comes to these cholos and their car clubs. He does not seem to get that we have been at war with these people since the 1980's. I will not rest until we have folded their organization."

Mardak nodded. "We can alays bring n more soldiers fresh off of the airplane who ould be grateful for any life in America we could give them. They are past their glory days. We could easily finish this gang off."

Tavit lit a cigar. "Grisha's dealings with the Salvadorans is a problem for us."

"Yes but Grisha is a capitalist at the end of the day. I think this is why he does not want to go home to Mother Russia. The stench of the Iron Curtain is too much for him. I once thought that boy was a bad seed. That Boris should have killed him. But then I came to see the truth. Boris Markovich was a lunatic who wanted to nuke American cities. Grisha must have seen the insanity of his father."

He blew smoke. "The boy confided in me over Vodka. And lines. He and he alone was tasked with carrying that knowledge of what his father was planing to do. As far back as when Ivan Azarov first arrived in Los Santos. He knew about it. And each year that passed he hoped that his father would find some kind of compromise. That he would forget his dreams of destroying America. Instead, he got killed in a shootout with Kenny Petrovic."

Tavit started laughing. "This was the best outcome for anybody involved. We can't very well do business if there are nuchlear bombs going off now can we?" Despite being from a lower tier gang Armenian Pride did have more turf than they did. In fact it was safe to say that outside their specific businesses, be it a drug spot usually at a night club, a bar, a brothel or some other business paying protection to the Markovich Family, it was safe to say they had no tur at all since they controlled only businesses scattered in west and north LS but Armenian Pride had actual neighborhoods they controlled in Vinewood.

It was a symbiotic nature to Ivan much in the same way that the Yakuza, Triads and Kkangpae had all recruited gangs like Da Nang Boyz or the Psychos to occasionally help them, so too was the relationship between his crime family and AP. He didn't exactly like the way Tavit was. He had a dangerous attitude but Ivan could see that he was right about Grisha.

Or at the very least, he was right about Boris Markovich. Ivan nodded. "Not only will I help you with these shit heads from East LS, I will also try and see if Grisha is up for a fight. He might have some jet lag but he has been back from Liberty City for three days."

"Ahhh yes/. The turmoil in Hove Beach. Power struggles. I would hate to be you.." Mardak stated. "I don't mind fighting and dying out here for a peace of the pie. Our family are mostly immigrants but Daniel and Israel were born here. And more young men from the 80's until now have become Americanized. Even still at least we have a community out here! But a shit hole like Hove Beach? It's not worth fighting for. Why fight for apartmengts with rats and roach coaches whren you can have an empire here in the sunshine?"

Tavit listened to what his eldest son said. "Seeing as how Daniel has gone against what I asked and picked a fight with the first person that even looked remotely like they might be a punk rocker has fucked things up, Baba Yaga. He has ended up in jail and he has nobody to blame but himself. We've lost many soldiers in our war with the Mexicans and the Salvadorans on the streets but we have been careful. It's how we've never been more than two hundred strong and we're surrounded by enemies but still we fight. That is our spirit. That is the same spirit that kept the Turkish from wiping us from the face of the earth."

As Ivan dialed to get a hold of Grisha Mardak had a grin which Ivan felt unsure about as he almost never saw the stone faced Armenian smille. "Tell Grisha his old friend Mardak says hello. We must go shooting and later drinking together."

He got his boss on the phone. "Drug, mne nuzhno podkrepleniye. My idem protiv rayona Serko Blankos. Eto Tevis sprashivayet menya ob etom."

(Droog, I need backup. We are going against the Cerco Blancos neighborhood. It is Tavis who is asking this of me.)

"U menya bylo predchuvstviye, chto u Tevisa budet chesat'sya palets na spuskovom kryuchke protiv latinoamerikantsev. On sumasshedshiy. Posmotrite, chto on uzhe sdelal s BGU. Chto zh, staryy drug, pokhozhe, nam deystvitel'no nuzhno im pomoch'. YA prishlyu rezervnuyu kopiyu."

(I had a feeling Tavis would have an itchy trigger finger against the Latinos. He is a mad man. Look at what he has already done to BSU. Well, old friend it would seem we do need to assist them. I will send some backup.)

"Vy khotite, chtoby ya podderzhal ikh i u menya bylo bol'she nashikh soldat, dazhe nesmotrya na to, chto eto vyzovet bol'she problem s Vagos?"

(You want me to back them up and have more of our soldiers even despite the fact that this is going to cause more problems with the Vagos?)

"Da. Vasha svyaz' s Ballas delayet vas mishen'yu. Dazhe yesli vy inogorodniy zhitel'. K nastoyashchemu momentu... ty prozhil v Los-Santose chetyre goda. Etogo vremeni dostatochno, chtoby vashi vragi i neznakomtsy uznali, s kem vy. Oni nuzhny nam dlya podderzhaniya sobstvennykh operatsiy v Los-Santose. Yesli vse stanet dostatochno plokho, u nas vse yeshche yest' soyuz s Marabunta."]

(Yes. Your affiliation with the Ballas makes you a target. Even if you are an out of towner . By now...you've been in Los Santos four years. That's enough time for your enemies and strangers to know who you are with. For the sake of maintaining our own operations in Los Santos we need them. If it gets bad enough, we still have an alliance with Marabunta)

"Ty khochesh' lech' s nimi v postel'? Brat, mne tozhe nravyatsya sal'vadortsy, no eta banda... yest' veshchi, kotoryye oni delayut, chego ya by ne stal delat'."

(You want to get into bed with them? Brother, I like Salvadorans too but that gang...there are things they do that I would not.)

"Can we really say that anything Marabunta Grande has done in their country and here is anything the Bravta hasn't done, Baba Yaga? Do you think the tactics you've used as a KGB agent on countless people isn't just as brutal as them? We are the Eastern European equivilent of them. Make no mistake about it. There's just as many rapes in our prisons as theirs. We are not moralist men."

"Konechno. No ya khochu luchshego dlya moyey docheri. I luchshe by etim grebanym idiotam-yanki ne prichinyat' vreda moyey docheri ili Imani."

(Sure. But I want better fir my daughter. And those fucking Yankee idiots better not have harmed my daughter or Imani.)

Grisha chuckled. "

Zancoudo Avenue

Sandy Shores

The bleeding had stopped for both gang members. They had kept tiesues in their noses until they got there. Neto picked up El Camello and a female Azteca from the Blaine County clique. She had light brown skin and wore a brown plaid jacket and white dickies. She also wore a dark blue bandanna. On her stomach the letters 18 was above her navel in English, in Spanish on either side of it and in Nahuatl below it. She had curly black hair as well. Her street placa was Chia. She was twenty eight going on twwenty nine. Camello had given the introduction. She had just done seven years in prison for Varrio Los Aztecas. She was out now.

Jose didn;t know her but Chela did. Neto didn't know how Camello even knew her for that matter but they needed all the help they could get. They all put baklavas on as they approached in the stolen gray lowrider Camello was now driving them in. "Where'd you get this ride?" Demanded Neto.

Camello replied, "Cogí algunas chavalas con la guardia baja, hermano. Mareros."

(I caught some chavalas off guard, bro. Mareros.)

"Camello, ahora soy un Pilli. No puedo participar en un jale que hará que otros sureños mueran cuando ocurran represalias... y sucederá. Si los buenos muchachos no vienen por nosotros, será el Departamento del Sheriff o La Migra por nosotros".

(Camello, I'm a Pilli now. I can't participate in a jale that's going to get other southsiders killed when retaliation happens..and it will happen. If the good old boys don't come after us then it'll be the Sheriff's Department or La Migra after us.)

"Estoy preparado para eso si eres carnal. Lo que quieras, merro merro estoy contigo."

(I'm prepared for that if you are bro. Whatever you want, merro merro I'm with you.)

"Jefe, did you want us to call this off?" Asked Chia.

"Chale..." Neto stated as he got out of the ride with a whisper. Camello had also brought pipe bombs like he had asked too. "I said I couldn't frame Marabunta since I'm with the Mexican Mafia and they pay taxes. I never said YOU couldn't..." Neto said with a smirk.

They were outside Trevor Phillip's's trailer. There were about eight or nine rednecks who worked for TPI out and about around the trailer.

He turned to them and said, "I don't know you that well but Camello said you were a friend of Gordo's once. That made me wonder about you but he said Demon also spoke highly of you too. So if you're good in Demon's eyes that's good enough for me. Just don't fuck it up, mija. I just want you all to know I'd do this for any of you too."

He took note of the red Bodhi. Netp smiled with an evil grin. "Where are those cerotes you took this carucha from?" He demanded without looking at Camello. The OG replied, "

"Están enterrados en el desierto. Me tomó un tiempo sacar las manchas de sangre del baúl. Podían pagar los impuestos en la pinta pero estos muchachos eran ilegales. Fácilmente podrían haber sido leales a la facción salvadoreña."

(They are buried in the desert. It took me a while to get the blood stains off the trunk. They could pay the taxes on the pint but these guys were illegal. They could easily have been loyal to the Salvadoran faction.)

"Are we sure he's home?" Asked Chela. "What if he's out?"

"His truck's here..." Stated Chia. "I've cruised through in my own ride looking for him when I got out and that truck was never here..."

"I don't see why he wouldn't be..." Jose said. "But he's rich. He probably has other cars in other properties. He can afford it and he's gone damn near CEO after a few years ago."

"¡Ma timocuitlahui!" Neto warned. (Be careful)

He had an AK-74 with a scope on it. Chela carried two Mac-10's while Jose was using an Uzi. Camello had an AK same as Neto did but no scope. Chia had an AK herself. They were trying to keep similar weapons and they wanted to seem less presciese and more street level so that it would seem more like a Marabunta attack. Neto took aim for a Caucasian man who stood seven feet tall with dishwater blonde curly locks matted to his sunburnt forehead. He wore a Blaine County radio t shirt and a pair of dirty gray jeans.

Neto fired a barrage of twelve rounds and seven of them hit the big man in the chest. Chela's Mac's sprayed two TPI goons who were just going for their weapons. "PIPE BOMB!" They heard a male voice yell from inside the trailer. Was it Trevor? The trailer returned fire and at least three rifles came firing back. Camello fired on the trailer and they could hear screaming inside. Chela's rounds went wide as she was instructed and eight of them hit Trevor's truck and two more hit the trailer itself before mowing down another TPI member. There were screams and return fire as they shot back but between the five of them they had made sure to hit all of them even if they weren't all dead.

"Nosotros tenemos esos putos," Sneered Camello.

(We got those bitches.)

Chia fired a barrage as the rounds came crashing back. Neto took ten in the chest. The5y sped teh lowrider up taking a sharp right on Zancoudo. The trailer door swung open. A caucasian male came out throwing a pimp bonb but Chela fired striking him and the throw went wild. It exploded and it took the remaining TPI members with them. There were missing arms and legs as the Bodhi had exploded as well.

A dark red Willard that had very faded paint came barreling towards them with rounds hitting the side of the Savannah. Chia cried out as a few rounds hit her in in the ribs and one round a 5.56 went through her right shoulder. She was wounded but she still had a chance. Two rounds also hit Chela in the chest and a third from a Beretta hit her in the right hip. Jose also took four rounds in the stomach but he too, had armor. They all did for this. Luckily the vest had covered Chias stomach tattoos identifying her as a gang member from VLA. Jose sprayed his Uzi with his good hand and he let the entire magazine pepper the carload of TPI goons.

Neto spotted the wounded white male. "Get him up..." Neto ordered. The four gang members began to jump the wounded middle aged man. They soon had him unconscious and in the car. They drove until they reached the Alamo Sea. He remained out cold for about twelve minutes before he started pounding in the back of the trunk.

Before long, he was at the Alamo Sea. Neto had him on his knees. The man had two rounds that had gone through his left hand and as a result his top left knuckle on his middle finger had been blown out. He also had a round in his right knee. He also had his face partially burned from the fire. "How that blast didn't kill you is something else, Ron!"

Ron looked up at Neto in fear. "What..what are you doing, Neto...?"

"You know I gotta think Ortega was thinking the same thing when Trevor shot him, homes. Where is Trevor?"

"I don't know! Honest! He hasn't been around in months! He hates LS but he's been out there for business...Neto...what he did was just business it wasn't personal."

"Yeah i know. It wasn't you I wanted. It was him. He killed Ortega. But I gotta know something...did you try and stop him? You were always the voice of reason to that fucker."

"I tried, Neto. I told him a war with the Aztecas and the Lost was a bad idea. He doesn't listen to me..."

"But you didn't stop him. You still went along for it. And you helped him take out the Lost too. They were a problem for us in the desert but thanks to your boy they;re not a problem."

"He's gonna come after you for this..." In the distance they heard sirens. The Sherff's Department is gonna have a lot to say about that..what we just did. Best we aint here when they get back..." He sighed. "You can be the messenger boy..." He got out his jerry can and began to douse him in it. "I'll give you a fighting chance, Ron."

He gasped and cried. "Please...plea..."

Neto shook his head. "I don't like begging. Take out his tongue..." Jose looked at him with wide eyes. "Que?"

CHia shoved him aside. She got her pocket knife out and began to cut off Ron's tongue. He cried out every step of the way. Jose looked at him in disgust. "Is that what you'd rather hear instead of please? Cries of pain?"

Neto told Ron, "It's symbolic. You came into this world between your jefita's legs screaming wet with her blood. Now you're going to leave this world hot and screaming in papa's gasolina..."

"Then why you letting him run for the water?" Jose asked as Neto aimed his Glock 19 at Ron as the five Aztecas kept their distance. Neto used bleach on everything they touched. He fired and the stream went ablaze. As did Ron. Despite the bleach in the car, Neto would use gas just to be safe. "ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Ron screamed as he ran into the water. El Camello chuckled despite the skinny gangsters wounds from being shot back. "Supongo que ese es su líquido amniótico si va a regresar, ¿verdad?"

(I guess that's his amniotic fluid if he's going back, right?)

Neto chuckled. "Yeah. Pasamos nuestros primeros nueve meses tratando de escapar de un coño solo para descubrir que el resto de nuestra vida se trata de tratar de volver a entrar en uno."

(We spend our first nine months trying to escape a pussy just to find the rest of our life is about trying to get back into one.)

"¡Ximocahcāhua!¡Macamo xinahuati!" Barked Chia. Neto shot her a look that warned to watch who she was talking to.

(Stop! Be quiet.)

Ron ran into the water just as the car exploded. He could see that without skin, Ron was going into shock. "You should finish him off..." Jose said with a breath. "Put him out of his misery."

Neto laughed. "I'm not a nurse. Fuck him. He gets no sympathy from me."

Jose aimed his Uzi but Neto warned him, "You pull that trigger we got a problem, fool. No Marabunta Grande would shoot somebody outta mercy after lighting somebody on fire, fool."

Camello and Chia were tasked with getting rid of the lowrider while Neto, Jose and Chela would lay low for the time being. As Neto paid Chia and Camello for their work earlier, Jose and Chela talked to each other in private. "We gotta stop..." She said.

"I don't wanna stop..." He stated. "I love Licha but I'm feeling you too...fuck him. We'll do what we want."

"Hey..." She said. "Don't talk like that..." She stated. She had a question. "Pepe...would you..do something else with me?"

"What?"

"It's a hit Neto hasn;t sitned off on."

"Against who?"

"Marcus Roman."

"You're still on that shit?"

"This is the perfect time to hit him while he's busy with war with the you in or you out?" She stared intensenly into the Navajo-Mexican;s eyes. "Plus it never has to blow back on Neto. We can just make it seem like Ivan was behind it if anybody."

"I don't think you or me got the skills to make it look like something Ivan did..."

"Maybe but we can make it look like the cartel did it. If you dont go with me, I'll go myself."

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Thats it for this chapter./ I will be updating again soon. I just wanted to get this uploaded.

Thai Mai is based on Luna Mills.

Mi Chang is visually based on Gia Grace

Zonta is visually based on Paulina Alexis from Reservation Dogs. Her name means trustworthy. She's kind of like a female Little Joe in a way and in that way the polar opposite of Chogan who while somewhat humrous at times, is not as happy go lucky as the youngest brother. He's a lot more like Sheppard.

What do you think Neto's motivation is for telling Paul this about Mai supposedly having feelings for him? She sees him as a brother so why do you think he;s doing this?

And while Chela is going to be preoccupied and not have time to go after Mark she still hates him for Pajaro and much like T Mart was afraid the DNBs would forget who Romeo was after enough time, she has the same concerns regarding Pajaro. And we still do need to see what Jose's answer will be but he is less enthusiastic about fighting the BSU.

He doesnt understand how the war between the Aztecas and Mark truly happened but he doesn't want to fight it. Even though Mark has demonstrated skills with The Militia and his other members have too, Jose still sees it as somewhat unfair due to the core BSU's numbers being small per chapter so even if somebody from them is worth twenty street soldiers, every loss will hit them more.

The same is also true for Jose and Chela and all my side characters in the Aztecas really this is true for every gang member but to ou it in perspective, Jose hasn'teven met every single Azteca even from his own hood much less other Azteca hoods.

The hit on the BSU in Foster Valley (Sillicone Valley) and the hack farms in Southern San Andreas is based on two missions in Saints Row 2 combined one when they hit the Ronin at a computer place and a mission where the Saint kills Sons of Samedi and blows up their drug labs underground the principal is the same but the BSU had computers.