CHAPTER 3 : CAREFUL PLANNING

I wake the next day to a knock on my door. I slept in my clothes the night before so there was no need to get ready. I stand out of bed and turn the lock on my door. I swing it open to see Franklin on the other side.

"Yo, Dre, can I come in?" He asks

"Yeah, sure?" I reply and step to the side, ushering him in.

"So, what's up?" I ask to my nervous looking friend.

"I met with the rest of the leaders of the families, were ready to launch an attack on Grove Street" He says

"Shit man, we finally taking it back" I say pleased.

"Yeah, we gotta plan it out first though" He replies bluntly "Although I know a guy that can help us"

"Ok, good. So when do we have an Idea on when this is happening?"

"The planning, today at my house. Be there for eight sharp, the leaders of the Families will be there. The attack, hopefully the next few days"

"Ok, eight pm" I say making a mental note,

"I'm gonna go now, got some other houses to go too"

"Ok Franklin, stay safe"

"See ya Dre" He says as he leaves the house.

I slump into my couch and begin to play Righteous Slaughter 7. I think about how good the first few games where, and how the series slowly turned into a mainstream game that was played by more ten year old kids than adults. I then decide to put my copy of Mass Theft Auto : Vatican City in and play that. I run through the Church spraying priests and innocent Catholics. I move up each level with ease going from Chapel Goers, Altar Servants, Nuns, Priests, Bishops, Archbishops and all the way to the last level, the Pope. The Pope level was infamously hard with only a quarter of all the people who bought the game completing it. I quickly get into cover as the Popes rocket goes whistling over my head. I quickly put 5 bullets from my carbine into his head but it only takes off a fraction of his health bar. I duck behind cover again as he sprays at me with a minigun. A bullet scrapes my arm and takes away half my health bar.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I scream at the TV as I throw a grenade at the Pope.

A confused expression wipes over my face as a cutscene plays. The Pope picks up the grenade and says

"What is this? Satan's Forbidden Fru-"

He is cut off mid sentence as the 'nade blows off his arms and half his face and torso. My character rushes over to him and looks down at him.

"Help me" Croaks the Pope. "Take my staff, it can save me, it is the key to immortality." The Pope says.

I pick up the staff.

"Good" He says. "Now stick it up my rectum, it is the only way to heal me"

The screen changes back to me and I am given two choices. A, Give the Pope anal, and save his life. Or B, take the staff and live forever.

I make my choice instantly and choose B.

You are then given the freedom to kill the Pope in anyway you want. I shoot him in the head with my rocket launcher and then leave the building.

I drive away trying to blend in with the drivers when all of a sudden I try to overtake the slow car in front of me and clip a police car. The stars in the top right hand corner quickly go all the way up to six. I know what this means and scream

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" At the top of my lungs as a nuke hit my car.

A red wasted flashes over the screen

"Fuck this game" I shout and storm away unhappy.

I leave the house and walk over to my Sabre. I swing the door open, still angry at the game. I go for a drive to ammu-nation, knowing that I would need a good gun for taking back Grove Street. I walk up to the counter and the owner goes on about how he would love to be a gangbanger. I ignore him and look through the guns. I see an SMG and pick it up. The gun looks in prime condition and I look down the sights.

"How much?" I ask

"For you, two grand" The man with a southern accent replies

"I'll take it" I say while handing over the money.

The man cracks a small grin for making an overpriced sale. I know that it was a bit much, but I could always steal the money back if I needed it. I always carry as much money as possible on me, that way I can always be sure if something comes up I can get it.

I walk into my saber and put the gun in the passenger seat. I begin the short drive home which only takes ten minutes. I lift the gun and walk into my house. I lay the gun on my cluttered coffee table and fall onto the couch. I feel my eyes start to get heavy so I shut them to get some sleep.

I wake at 5 pm and quickly make a sandwich to calm my growling stomach. The sandwich makes most of the hunger go away so I grab a beer and watch the TV. I remember about the Los Santos Benders game is on so I turn the channel over and see the last 15 minutes. I am a big soccer fan and it is my favourite sport, which was unorthodox when I was growing up as most of my friends liked basketball or football. The game finishes one-nil to the Benders so I turn it off happy that my team picked up the three points.

Imess about till six when I decide to head up to Franklins for the meeting. I put on a green business shirt and a green cap, just to show my colours. I put my leather jacket on over the shirt and slip on my shoes. I grab my keys from the table and leave the house, locking the door behind me. You can't trust your house to be left alone in this area at night, another reason why I want to get out of the ghetto.

I get into my car and turn the keys in the ignition. I put the SMG into the back seat, to avoid any unnecessary problems. I make it to Franklins house at five past eight and see that there is already a few cars outside. I recognise Franklins Buffalo and a few of the CGF members cars, although there is a few there that I don't recognise. There is a black off road truck. A white sedan with dollar sign wheels and an Invetero Coquette. I park my car in the driveway and walk up to the door and open it. The room turns and looks at me. They were all sitting on chairs that had been taken from around the house.

"Dre. Just in time" Franklin says as I walk over and take a seat.

I look around and see the two people that Franklin rolls with, Trevor and Michael I think they are called. Beside them I see two other white people that I don't recognise. There are two other gangsters there, reps from the other two factions of the Families. Standing at the board is Franklin and a hunched over man with a walking stick and glasses.

"So gentlemen" The man with the walking stick says while adjusting his glasses "This is what I propose"

A/N. THESE A/N WILL NOT BE REGULAR IN THIS STORY. I JUST WANT TO SAY I MEAN NO DISRESPECT TO ANY CATHOLICS READING THIS CHAPTER AS I RESPECT ALL FAITHS AND RELIGIONS