Allende is a character from Red Dead Redemption. New Bordeaux is a little reference to the proposed new map of RDR 2
It was a month after that whole escapade with the trafficked girls until Joe gave him a call, possibly it was to give him some time to cool off and get his head right. Brad in his mind felt fine but he believed that it was a dirty industry that should not be allowed by a criminal's integrity. In many ways a criminal's integrity or honour was the only thing that kept crime to a degree clean, people seemed to believe that criminals were remorseless monsters but none of them had seen how cops acted. The sad thing was for Brad that criminal honour seemed to be disappearing with the power-hungry and despot criminals, there were only a few good guys left.
Joe had ended up calling him about a hacker who had apparently stole a lot of money out of the Mascolos bank accounts, hacking was only taking off as a major white collar crime and not many guys knew how to stop it. Many of the crime world's leaders responded in two ways, rubbing a guy out or beating the shit out of him.
"Brad there is a hacker who keeps on breaking into our accounts and we need you to try and stop him from taking our cash for this month" Joe said clearly
"What do you want me to do with him?" Brad said
"Don't kill him, he is only a kid, just slap him around a bit. Teach a lesson" Joe offered
"Alright, where is the kid?" Brad asked
"He is in South-West Kennedy, he lives on Azul De Santa Avenue in the barrio district" Joe said before hanging up.
Brad knew that South-West was a serious area man, corrupt cops, pimps and crack all flowed easily through that area, he realised that he would have to go heavily-armed. He had to get a sub of some sort perhaps a P90 or an MP5 but to get these he would have to get one from an underground gun guy. He had heard of a guy towards Jocelyn who sold military hardware that he had stolen from the base a while ago, from what Brad could tell it was a professional operation but he did not know whether he could trust the guy. Brad drove through the city and headed south towards Jocelyn which was a suburban town located in the KR Metro Area.
The gun dealer operated out of a storage unit on Allende Avenue and Brad was headed there, it was the first stop just off the I-24 which flowed all the way down to the Gulf Coast before cutting eastwards into New Bordeaux. Brad revved the Dukes feeling hot rubber being left on the concrete as he accelerated towards Jocelyn.
He found himself in Jocelyn which appeared to be typical small-town America until he pulled onto the El Centro Street and saw a banner hanging. The banner said it was the world capital of strip clubs and they were not kidding as Brad saw strip club after strip club as he drove along. Brad cut right and saw a large looming pre-fabricated concrete building right in front of him. It was at least six stories and covered around four different football fields. Brad parked before meeting the dealer who was wearing a black leather jacket in 100 degree weather, which is how Brad knew how to identify him. There were no words spoken between the two men but mutual respect as both guys were professionals.
Brad maintained his silence as anonymity was usually the best way to conduct deals that concerned serious contraband. They reached the unit, it was an indoor air-cooled locker that was perhaps 10 by 6 feet. The storage bin itself was stacked wall to wall with high-grade weapons that looked to be brand new, it was obvious that the gun dealer was a serious weapons guy. Brad walked over and picked out an MP7 which he felt would be perfect to intimidate these Latino gangbangers. The gun itself had a collapsible stock so that Brad could fit it down his jeans but it had good fire-rate and a pretty solid range, he knew he wouldn't hit anything at 400m but for a street weapon it was effective.
"How much?" Brad asked
"$4000" The dealer responded
Brad peeled off a roll of notes and gave them to the dealer. Brad left the storage locker and headed back towards Kennedy and its barrio area. The barrio was not a traditional Mexican barrio with poorly-built houses, open sewers and a bad water supply, it was much closer to the hoods you would see out west in Los Santos. It was previously an industrial district that had become increasingly residential when many of the illegal immigrants crossed the Rio Grande with nowhere to go except for somewhere out of sight. The area itself was mostly illegals from countries up and down South America, there were Mexicans, Colombians and Hondurans but all of them bonded together against the discriminatory society that faced them to form Narco-90. Bangers hung on street corners aimlessly drinking beer and hustling, there was no organised nature to their crime at the bottom levels, only the medium to top levels guys had influence back in Latin America and could organise drugs and guns and the mules to move them.
Brad came off the I-24 into Southern Kennedy before going right into the Laredo city district. This was one of the most crime-riddled areas of the town, it was much like Juarez in terms of gang violence and open defiance of law who were often second-generation Mexicans and seen as traitors to their own Latino blood. Brad ended up going into a multi-storey car park and leaving his Dukes there so it wasn't on the street available for jacking, he knew that his baby would make a fine prize for any hoodlum worth their salt. Brad pulled his MP7 out of the boot before continuing on foot to Azul De Santa Avenue. This street alone was the epicentre of Narco-90's foot soldiers with the crack houses and loose women to keep these boys entertained. Brad walked purposefully with every footstep thudding trying to look as menacing as possible, he could feel at least 10 eyes burn into him as he walked down the street.
He cut down an alley that would lead him directly to 24 Azul De Santa Avenue but he found a few Mexican bangers in front of him. They wore white vests with low-riding combat trousers and had tattoo sleeves with Aztec designs.
"Where you going homes?" The first called out
"I got some business here" Brad replied
"What business does a pendejo like you have in a Mexican barrio?"
"I got to see someone, so let me past or your boys will see that you are pussy"
To Brad's surprise they let him through and he continued down the alley before finding himself opposite to the house. He decided to knock on the door, he strode powerfully towards the door and to his surprise the door opened before he reached it. He saw a Mexican women standing in the door, interrogating him with her gaze.
"What do you want" The woman called out
"I need to talk to the boy in your house" Brad replied
"You mean my son Yair?"
"Yes I mean your son"
"You better come inside then" The woman invited him in.
She told Brad that he was upstairs and Brad found himself walking to the kid's room. He opened the door and saw that the kid was watching some porn while he had a hack going. Brad shut the hack and the kid sprang up angry. The kid himself was small and wiry, his eyes seemed to be set into his face with experience.
"What are you doing man? You are disrupting my business!" Yair exclaimed
Brad moved forward and shoved him against the wall. "You are disrupting the business of my friends"
"Hey man that is just a job, I take it or the Narco cholos come to firebomb my house" Yair replied
Brad was taken back and found himself thinking about how he could use this kid and that he was in a bad situation.
"Listen Yair, you want another job?" Brad offered
"What are you offering?"
"I am offering you a chance to come and work for me, I could always use with a hacker but you have got to stop hacking the Mascolos"
"I would but then I would get killed by Narco-90"
"You wouldn't because I would pay you decent enough money so you could move out to a small town in the Kennedy/Rawlings metro area."
Yair seemed to weigh his options for a minute. "Alright I am in"
Brad left with a new hire, he called Joe as he walked back to his car and told him that he had brought Yair onside. Joe sounded quite happy on the phone about this news.