Chapter 5-Ballas to the Wall

The Next Morning: 10:00 AM, the Pink Cage Motel; Intersection of Hawick Ave and Meteor Street

The alarm in my inn room buzzes loudly nearby me. Already annoyed by the sound and a hangover, I woke up to muster as much strength as I could to shut the alarm off.

"It is 10' o clock in the morning?! Crap, I feel like I just finished surgery. Why did I have to drink those six beers yesterday night?! "

I attempt to get out of bed to no avail and suddenly feel bile rising out of me. Not wanting to make a mess, I quickly ran to the toilet and barfed all of it out while on my knees. I swear to God, if I drink more than what I drank last night, I'll just quit alcohol altogether.

Due to my condition, I decided against performing any task for the day and went to rest my hangover.

Three Hours Later… 1:00 PM

The alarm clock buzzes for me to wake up. I check my phone for the time and its 1:00 PM in the afternoon. I'm surprised that it took me a couple of hours to even recover from that shitty hangover.

I also notice a text message notification from Lamar on my phone and it reads:

"The dude I do some work for over at Premium Deluxe Motorsport needs a car repoed. I said you was new and in need of gainful, so thank me later for the hookup. It's a mark over in Jamestown who missed the note on a purple Schafter. This Ballas turf, you know what I'm saying, so look out and don't mention LD. Peace" –Lamar.

"So now I have to do Lamar this favor, how nice! I already know who he's doing it for." I thought to myself.

With this development, I decided to call anyone on my contact list that I have since going up against a group of Ballas would be foolhardy. I called Miles and Austin, but they told me they were in a race against some other drivers, so which left me with Maddie.

Best I might call her or else, I'll have no choice, but to go solo.

I then proceeded to call Maddie. "Hello, Maddie? This is Thom Marston. The guy with slick, black hair that you met at that gun job Gerald sent us on?"

"Hey, Thom! What do you need?" She inquired from me.

"Listen, Lamar sent me a text message about some Schafter that he needed to recover for Simeon. Text says it's in Ballas territory. I'll need the extra hand to retrieve the car." I told her with precise memory

"Hmm… We're going to need some weaponry for this, also some body armor. I've been watching the Underbelly of Paradise about the Ballas and the Families and they are not to be fucked with. So we'll need to be cautious."

"Thanks for the info, Maddie. Meet me at the AmmuNation store in Little Seoul. The one nearby the Hit n Run coffee shop."

With that, Maddie then drops the call. I then proceeded to move out of my room and head towards my Gauntlet. Since I'm more of a speed demon when it comes to very important tasks, I speed my way across traffic to get to Little Seoul in time.

Some minutes after driving across Los Santos traffic, I finally arrive at the AmmuNation store and I see Maddie, who is sporting a black ponytail with blue torn jeans, a black bomber jacket and a white tanktop. I also notice her yellow Karin Sultan opposite of the store. Seeing her there, I proceeded to get out of my vehicle to greet her.

"Hey Maddie! I'm here." I said as I greeted Maddie.

"Ah good, at least you weren't late. Alright, let's go into the store."

We both enter the store and we notice multiple military-grade weapons behind the clerk's counter. To the left of us, there's a collection of body armor nearby and other miscellaneous items nearby. Also to our right, there is a cooler containing alcoholic drinks and clothing on a rack. The clerk then greets us in a civilian manner.

"Hey there, you guys. What do you need today in good ol' AmmuNation? We got all the weapons that you need against Communists, un-Americans, Terrorists and those nasty son of a bitch Liberals!" the clerk said in complete gusto.

I whisper to Maddie, "Oh. He's one of those trigger-happy nutjobs that doesn't give two shits in the world and uses steroids as a means to inflate his ego." Maddie giggles in response

"What did you say?" the clerk asked. I swear to God this guy look like he came out of Vietnam, went into Mixed Marshall Arts, got washed out, and winded up having this job.

"Uhh… Nothing sir. Just sharing a good joke with my friend here." I replied with a hint of worry in my voice.

"Okay then. Continue with what you're were doing." The clerk replied.

Maddie told the clerk, "Actually, we're here to buy some weaponry. It's for a special occasion!"

"Alright then, what do you need?"

Maddie then picked out a Heavy Pistol, a Micro SMG and an AP Pistol; she also brought Heavy Body Armor. For me, all I did was buy an SMG (the normal kind), two Sticky Bombs, Standard Body Armor and a Pump Shotgun. No wonder some people protest against AmmuNation, I really wonder where they get all the weapons from?

Afterwards, we both got in our cars and left Little Seoul for Jamestown Street.

Once we arrive, we both park on the same block where the Schafter is. As we proceeded to approach the car, one Ballas member is nearby the car.

I warn the Ballas dude standing next to the rear end of the car, "Hey there. You nearby the Schafter, give it up! My boss wants the shit back right now."

"Man, fuck you and your bitch-ass boss. You ain't shit, matter of fact, both of you fools are gonna drop dead!" The Ballas member then grabbed out a Pistol and proceeded to shoot at us.

"Shit! Maddie, watch out. There's another at your 10'o clock!" I told her as I dodged the shot, but managed to hit me with two other rounds to my right side, but was protected by the vest. Felt like someone fired an airsoft bullet three times heavier than its normal weight.

I perform a combat roll towards where the guy is hiding, pulled out my Pump Shotgun, firing a full blast of the buckshot, dropping his dead body on the ground like a bug of bricks. Maddie on the other hand had dropped two Ballas with purple bandana and jean shorts to her left nearby a couple of apartment complexes.

"Maddie, look out! One's nearby you across from the alleyway." I warned her

During that time, two Ballas approach my location adjacent from where I'm standing. One is wearing a baggy white T-shirt with purple jeans and a "Ballas" tattoo on his forehead, while the other is wearing jean shorts and a Los Santos Panic tanktop.

Both are carrying Micro-SMGs and spray fire towards me. Most of the rounds miss me, but five hit my vest on impact like an NFL player charging towards you for a tackle. Temporarily thrown off, I quickly take cover behind the Schafter and fire my SMG towards both of them. I shot about eight rounds into both of them, but the stray fire hits parts of the car.

I manage to start the car and drive towards Maddie. We make a quick escape towards the dealership, but not before a SUV full of Ballas start to drive past us both.

"Thom, you better lose these bastards or else we'll be screwed!" Maddie said in a panicked tone.

"Don't worry, Maddie. We'll lose them. Hold on!"

With no time to lose, I picked up speed with the Schafter and drove the car towards the Vanilla Unicorn, parking nearby a green Bravado Buffalo.

"See what did I tell you? I told you we'd lose them."

"Not bad, Marston. For a guy who drives, you handle things under pressure, even when we got a bunch of gangbangers chasing us. I'm impressed!"

"Well, you know what they say, survival of the fittest. Anyway, let's deliver this car to Simeon's dealership. We're nearby the place."

Both Maddie and I arrive at Premium Deluxe Motorsport and we see Simeon coming out of the garage.

"Ah, perfect. Well, not perfect. Perfection is a cruel mistress, now isn't she?" Simeon said to us.

Maddie said, "Well, yes. If you're talking about getting shot at by numerous Ballas dudes for repossessing a car that you needed back, I would agree."

I then told Simeon in a stern voice, "We put our lives at risk for this shit, and you better pay us well."

"Be patient my boy, it will come! Anyway, I must continue with business. You may leave now. Goodbye."

Once we left, Maddie and I called a taxi to head on over to Jamestown Street to get our cars back. Luck was on our side since there was barely anyone around there.

"Overall, I think that was a good job with Jamestown. Not bad with the way things turned out."

"Yeah, couldn't agree more. Anyway, I'll see you some other time. See ya, Thom!"

We then both went our separate ways for the day. Once I got inside my Gauntlet, I went on my phone to check on my Maze Bank account, since I had transferred $90,250 of $150K in my Liberty City account from the times I had spent from performing mercenary work during the recession. Not enough pay for a hired gun, don't you think? I only did the transfer to move out of the Motel that I was staying in.

I later received a deposit of $25,750 in my account from Simeon. I guess threatening him was good enough. I heard from people that he was cheap at times.

I think to myself, "Finally making moves in Los Santos!" With the feeling of accomplishment in me, I left Jamestown Street and went back home.

Hey everyone, Tom Tha Author here. I just wanted to apologize for the long wait. It's been two weeks since I last updated this story and I wanted to upload this chapter as a gift for you all. I've been busy with schoolwork which has taken a toll on how much time I can spend on the story. Not only that, but my parents don't think I should be doing fanfiction as they believe it will lead to copyright infringement and that my story will be stolen. Personally, I do this for myself, but mostly for you all.

I love the Grand Theft Auto series as it is my #1 favorite video game series ever and I've always wanted to write up fanfiction about this. I've just turned eighteen years old and there are people my age typing up stuff like this. I'm not quitting this at all, that's for sure. There may come a time where I might have to go or take a hiatus, but you get the point. I've gained a lot of readers and over 800 views for this story, so why quit?! Anyway, Chapter 7 will soon be in the works. Anyone who has reviewed, please continue to do so and as for the Guest, who left the Carly De Santa OC backstory. I implore you not to use such an OC. I feel it's barely original at all.

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