A/N: Ok I am back with the second chapter of Robert. Sorry, it's been a while since an update for this but I've distracted with getting Wawanakwa High School on its feet as well as working on new stories I want to create by the end of the summer as well as finish up Ultimate Cartoon Island. But without further ado let get this show on the road.
Robert 2 - Crimson Sand
The alarm on a small drawer was going off as it read 6:30 am and it was eventually stopped by a hand pressed by a hand emerging from the bed next to it. The figure sat up and stretched his body. It was Robert Freeman. After the events of yesterday, he managed to find a motel room in Paleto Bay previously failing all around in the other cities due to him being bankrupt. Just then he hears his phone rings as he then picks it up. "Who is this?" He asks.
"Robert Freeman. Hope you're wide awake to take on the day, we got a lot of things to do." The voice said over the phone. "It's Paul, Paul Bourdon. Wake up you old coot. Come on I'll be waiting for you to do your runs. I found some easy punks we can stick up for guns. I'm waiting for you outside to take you to the airstrip" Paul told him before hanging up. Robert groans as he starts getting ready. He trugs to the small bathroom with the dingy toilet, mirror, and walk-in shower. He still cringes at the status of it and made a mental look to start looking for better motels close by. He then steps into the tub and took a quick cold shower to wake himself up as he puts on a brown button-up shirt with Hawaiian flowers and dark tan cargo pants. Before stepping out he looks at the drawer next to his bed. He opens it and sees the sawed-off shotgun and heavy pistol that Willona have given him yesterday. He was hesitant at but he takes the pistol and puts it in his pocket. He steps out and finds a black and red van outside his motel room. He goes over to the passenger side of the van to get a look inside and sees Paul inside. "So how was the plane ride?" He asks.
"Easy enough. Can't wait till the money starts rolling in." Robert said rubbing his hands together.
"Well then, are you ready to go? Cause we got a job to do." He asks as Robert answers by opening the passenger door and getting in. He looks around and notices some chemicals in the back of the van.
"What's with the chemicals and stuff?" Robert asks.
"Boss Willona got these during the night and left them with me to give them to the factory workers. Just a bunch of chemicals for the Meth." Paul answered. Robert still wasn't used to conversating with men who work on the opposite side of the law. But if it will help him recover the millions he had before the Wuncler situation, then so be it. The drive was quick and quiet as they eventually reached the McKenzie Field airstrip as the sun was beginning to rise over the horizon. He jumps into the cockpit and started the plane. The takeoff was smooth as yesterday's as he made his way to the first plantation at Mount Chilliad. He successfully watered the plants and watches the workers begin to pile out and work on them. He then proceeds to San Chianski Mountain Range and proceeds to do the same.
"Another day's work done. Good job, Robert." Willona said over the CB radio. He reapproached the McKenzie Field and could make out a silhouette of a person and a vehicle. When he touched down on the dirt he saw it was Paul with his van.
"Come on. I found an easy target for us." Paul said. Robert had no other choice and nothing else to do entered the van as he now sees in the back were two men with assault rifles.
"Who are they?" He questions.
"They're our muscle. they're going to help us look tough, and just in case we need to kill someone.
"Kill? Mm-Mm, No sir. I ain't going down that far." Robert said.
"Robert, Robert. Calm down if everything goes right then we won't have to use a single bullet." Paul ensured him.
"Ok, so what are we doing?" He asks.
"Some smoked up hillbillies sleeping at a motel with a bunch of guns. we're going to go there get as many guns as we can." Paul said. "Easy enough, right?" He said.
"I suppose so." Robert agreed. After a half-hour, they arrived at the motel and Paul did a drive around to asset the area. They saw two hillbillies sleeping on a couch with pump shotguns next to them. Another hillbilly was doing a tan-colored woman with has golden blonde hair, green eyes. Something about the woman seemed familiar to Robert.
"Ok, Two sleeping with shotguns nearby. One is inside a woman. We can take them. Sneak up to the sleeping ones and grab the shotguns. That's when we go loud. Follow my lead." Paul said as he quietly exits the van and the four of them approach the two sleeping hillbillies. "Now Robert. Take the shotguns and the rest will be easy." Paul assured. Robert slowly crawled up to the sleeping hillbillies and snatched them and tosses one to Paul and the other two workers came next to him and aim their guns. "We got these two go for the other guy." Paul said as Robert nods and raises the shotgun to the guy too preoccupied with the woman. He then pressed the shotgun against the back of his neck.
"Don't move." He ordered as he felt the man froze and the two turns their head as much as they can to see him.
"Robert?" The woman asks. Robert takes a closer look at the woman and he recognizes her. It was Cristal who was now a decade older. She was wearing a light brown top and matching skirt with sand yellow sandals.
"Cristal, what are you doing here?" Robert questions.
"Umm well, you see." Cristal was saying as someone who she dated in the past now sees her in outdoor sex.
"Hey there. This here is my hoe. Get your old ass outta here before I show you how we handle-" The hillbilly was saying until he was floored when Robert used the back of the shotgun to knock him to the floor and he felt Robert place his foot on his stomach. Before the grounded hillbilly could call for help he looked over and saw his friends were in the same situation he was in.
"Listen up. We're taking your guns and Y'all going to do a damn thing." Robert said as the hillbillies nod their heads. Moments later the workers had the hillbillies tied up and gagged as they raided the building. The score ended up being the two Pump Shotguns, A Sniper Rifle, and five Pistols. As Paul and Robert celebrated they see a silver cheval fugitive approaching them. Once it stops the driver exits revealing hot chocolate and another worker who opens the backseat revealing Boss Willona.
"So who's the score?" She asks approaching the two of them.
" A couple of pistols, Two shotguns, and actually the best of it all, A Sniper." He explains.
"Not bad." She then turns to the gagged hillbillies with an evil look as she picks up one of the pistols. "You know I thought we change this building as a stash house, put some security, change it up a bit, evict the workers." She added as she aims the pistol and what came next froze Robert in his place and she empties a bullet in each hillbilly's head, ending them. She then looks at Cristal and remembers seeing her around Woodcrest and motions her to go to the car. "All right boys. Keep doing what you are doing. When the stuff is ready for sale, then we focus on finding a distributor." Willona said.
"Anywhere special you're looking to set up in?" Paul asks.
"Yeah." Willona said as she points northeast. "Over there beyond these dusty dunes is San Fierro. Away from the Los Santos gangs, which means away from the competition. We find a distributor there and we're in business." She said as she then walks over to cheval fugitive.
"What about these bodies?" Paul asks.
"Leave them for the coyotes or vultures. I don't care." She said as she and a nervous Cristal enter the back of the car and Hot Chocolate and the worker enters the front and they drive off.
"Fine by me. Come on Robert. Take these to the Mount Chilliad plantation to give them some security." Paul said as he and the workers gather the rest of the guns and loaded them into the van. Robert takes one last look at the corpses Boss Wilonna made and walks into the van and they drive off.
A/N: That's it for now. Sorry for the wait. But at least I'm getting more and more frequent in between chapters. See ya later.
-Atlas Out