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Posted 31 March 2008 - 11:34 PM

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Posted 31 March 2008 - 11:39 PM

The Leones
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Chapter Twelve: Greasy Joe's


It was quarter past three in the afternoon and me, Carlo and Dom had been cruising around the streets of Liberty City for a while now. We were passing the docks in Portland, chilling to the sounds of the radio, when Dom spoke.

“Hey, I gotta get myself along to my mom’s; I said I’d help out with dinner.”
“Aright, just drop us off at Greasy Joe’s,” Carlo said.

I frowned at him, wondering what he wanted to discuss. Minutes later we pulled up in the parking lot of Greasy Joe’s Diner and said our goodbyes to Dom, then walked inside the diner and took a seat.
I ordered a cup of coffee and Carlo had a burger and Coke. We talked as we ate.

“Johnny, I got something to tell you,” he said nervously, looking around to check no-one was listening in. “You gotta promise you won’t tell no-one else.”
“Okay sure, what is it man?” I asked. Carlo had clammed up and was wringing his hands with worry.
“Alright, but this is serious, it won’t leave this Diner,” he warned me. “About a week ago me and Little Luca were talking at the construction site. A few of the other guys were sitting around too and Luca started talking about Joey and Toni.”
“Go on,” I encouraged him, knowing what was going to hear was not going to be good.
“Well, he was saying how unfair the two of them are, that they don’t treat him good or trust him,” my obese friend sitting across from me told me as he eyed up a slimy burger. “He was saying how it was his right to be the new Don after the death of Salvatore, because he’s the son of the old Don Luciano Sr.”
“… Right,” I said, almost fearing what Carlo was going to say.
“Anyway, he says that if we help him,” Carlo went on, pointing at me on the word ‘we’. “Then he’d give us high-up positions for our loyalty.”
“Help him with what, Carlo?” I asked as dread rose up my throat.
“Y’know, kill Joey and Toni, maybe a few others like Alberto and that, some of the oldies.”
“Oh right,” I was shocked but tried not to show it. “I’ll… think about it.”
“Ah, thanks Johnny!” he said, delighted by my apparent approval.

We finished up the food and drink that we’d ordered, paid the bill, left a tip and exited the diner. I got a taxi to my place, leaving Carlo to make his own way to his flat nearby. I sat in silence throughout the drive back, only making noise to thank the taxi driver and pay him. I walked into my apartment and crashed down onto the sofa. The news Carlo had just given me was astounding. Could I really bring myself to betray la cosa nostra? It was either betray them or betray Carlo, my best friend for life. But Carlo knew the laws of our life, he knew what he’d discussed with me was against those laws.

I picked up my cell phone and punched in a number.

“Hey, Joey? We gotta talk, there’s something I need to tell you.”

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My chapters are going to be about this short, maybe a bit longer, in the future. It's easier for people to read and mark and also easier for me to pump out more chapters.

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Posted 01 April 2008 - 01:19 AM

Russian Mafia Grey Imports Chapter 4: To the Sea!

"Same time next week Mr. Kardoni." I pushed open the door of Didier Sachs with a brown-leather suitcase in my hand and got into my new Sentinel, I put the suitcase in the back and took my hat off, I looked at the time, it was 3:30. Enough time to get from the other side of town to Grey Imports, just where I need to be. I revved my new car and sped through the streets of Los Santos swerving out of the way of incoming traffic, as I skidded my way into the entrance of Grey Imports, Peter and Jarker were busy talking, Peter seemed distressed. They heard the squeal of my wheels and turned and looked at me, I turned the engine off, took out the keys and grabbed the suitcase.

"Whats wrong?" I asked, as I laid the briefcase on the hood of my car and started to unlock it to show Peter the surprise I had for him.
"Ahh Derek, theres a small problem... Actually, two small problems..." Peter bowed his head, he sounded frustrated,
"I'll take care of them!" I patted him on the back,
Peter turned to Jarker, "Go get the trailer, and the crates ok?" Jarker put out his cigarette and nudged me, "Let me borrow your wheels for two seconds, I'll have 'em back in a flash." I threw him my keys and took the suitcase off the hood of the sedan, Jarker reversed it around the back of the factory. Peter the consulted me,
"That little carjack trick Jarker pulled hasn't really helped us out, we found some GSF trying to break into our warehouse, oh what a messy sight that was..." he moaned, he pulled a joint out of his pocket and lit it, "Bud, Derek?" he offered me one,
"No thank you, I'm not into that." I crossed my arms,
"Ok, I'm not an addict, it just... It just helps to calm me down... Now, your mission... Your mission... Wait, why do you have a suitcase?" Peter took another puff and started muttering to himself, "Calm down Peter, calm down..."
"Oh, its the protection money from Didier Sach's, $1k up front every week." I grinned, Peter laughed and grabbed my shoulder,
"Excellent work my friend! Keep half, I'm in a good mood. Now, you've got to go to airport and pick up Andreas Valverciti, hes a pretty big arm dealer in the Liberty City Russian Mafia family, and they've sent him over here to set up a few connections, so treat him with respect, his plane lands at 5." I took my share then handed him the briefcase.

Just then Jarker backed my Sentinel up, on the back was a trailer with a dinghy attached,
"Your new boat, complete with a few crates, when Peter's done help me throw a tarp over this." Jarker got out of the car and lit up another smoke, I swear to God its going to kill him one day. Peter continued,
"Now, after that, you need to drive out to the coast of Blueberry, ok? Now, Andreas has managed to organize an arms meeting with the Da Nang boys, MP-5's, nothing expensive. The three tagged crates contain the guns, the two un-marked ones... Throw them into the San Fierro Basin. Make sure you get all this correct as we don't want any trouble with the Dan Nang boys, they could be a powerful ally some day. Andreas knows the rest of the deal, so just stick with him and also protect him if anything goes wrong, you'll be driving the dingy." Peter finished his joint, stubbed it out on the asphalt and walked upstairs.

"Help me with this tarp!" the rustling caused me to turn around, Jarker laid it over the top and we tied it down, Jarker pulled out two magazines from his pocket, "You might be needing these, don't waste them. But you shouldn't need to use your gun. Good luck man."

I started the car, and drove over to the airport, I paid the $5 and parked my car, I put my hat on and walked into the airport, it was 5:05. I asked for a piece of cardboard and pen from a desk and wrote the name "Andreas" on it, then stood at his terminal and held it up. A tall, well-groomed man with a black briefcase and grey suit walked up to me,
"Derek?" he asked,
"Yes, Mr. Valverciti?"
"Correct, please call me Andreas." he laughed, "Now, were going to be late for this arms deal, so take me out to the car." I took his bags off him and we walked over to the Sentinel, I put his bags in the back, he held his briefcase close to him. He then got into the passengers side,
"Any classic music? I'm tired of this rock'n'roll." he joked, I started flicking around the channels until I found the right one, I reversed out of the car park and drove onto the highway, next stop, Blueberry.
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Posted 01 April 2008 - 07:07 AM

Joe's War[U]

May 16th,2002 Toni is Hospitalized by a Heart Attack,Joe Belives that Someone in The Commission. Joe Flew to Sicily to get adivce from his great uncle Santino Leone(B.1917) Who Told him the Following....

Santino: so one may make an Attempt on Toni's Life, Watch out for the new Family The Lucci's.
They're Coming from Rome and Naples.

Joe:Thank you Uncle.

But when Joe Arrived at the Francis International Airport he was Arrested for tax Invasion.

Carlo Dello Became Acting Boss and He and Angelo Verspucci Fought in Court to Let Joe Go. He Bribed the judge with 600Million Dollars.
Joe was Droped of all Charges.
(Leone Compound Second Floor)

Alphonzo Leone was in Trouble at School For having a Gun at School.

Joe: What the Hell Happened? Huh?!

Al: Pop He was Callin me f*ckin guniea wat the hell im gonna do Huh!!!

Joe: Don't you dare talk to me like that! im Your Father you nerver tell at your father.

Al: I Have No Father! My Godfather was the only Father i had,you were in Jail Since my Birth and now you Pop up when grandpa Dies.

Joe:Well Run to your Damn Father ok?! See if he gives you Money to come to Ventruras HUh? Oh Ya thats Right he's Dead oh I Forgot he died like oh when you were Six!

Al:...

Joe then Leaves the room and Goes into his Office Were He Met With Aldo Moreloli a Capo For the Lucci Asking for Territory in Bohan and Santos.

Aldo:Don Leone We Need Some Turf you know to get things running. We Uh Had a Little Struggle with the Sindacco's Warehousing At the Ocean Docks.

Joe: Why?


Aldo:Well We have a Drug Racket we are Producing Crack Cocaine and Pcp, We need another warehouse you know to make the Stuff.

Joe: I Can't and Won't help you with that Business,Now Leave my office.

Aldo then leaves the Compound, Toni Dies in Surgery. Running out of Options Joe Decides to Let his Younger brother Be Consiglieri and then Moves the Family out of Liberty(Leaving it to Mickey's Regime) and Into San Fiero,MOving the triads out and Taking over the four dragons Casino(Renamed La Leone Inn). Flashback####

Tronia Tel Gela War(1931-1936)
The Leones Now Fighting the Profaci Families in this Flashbacks and Explains Salvatore Becoming Made in the 30's at the young Age of 18.

Sal Guns Downed Forelli Godfather Lucky Forelli at the Giovanni Restaurante, and his Bodyguards.

Salvatore Becomes a Little greedy and tries to work his way to the public like Helping out during the depression and Donating to Red Cross.
1939 Salvatore's is Married to Lucy Luciano,and they spend thier honey moon in Cuba.
1943 Salvatore Leone is a Capo of the sicicano Crime family. Sal Feeling he should hav more, he Gathered men and a Civil War Broke out. but not even the Don Knew,Salvatore Eliminated The Underboss and All the other Capos and Consigliere. The Commission Was Curious about the murders, asking him where was he and wat happened. Salvatore was Titled the New Don of the Sicicanos and he Had it Renamed to the Leone Crime Family. Salvatore Now Feeling Invincble towards Any other family with 890Button men on the streets with a some of 2000 Associates, The Leone Family at their Golden Age.

June 2,2002 Las Ventruras

New Capo For the Leones Al Stefano is a Powerful man(Much Like Al Neri From the Godfather) is Very Loyal to Joey.
Giovanni Sindacco(Acting Boss) Is at the Commission Meeting with Joe and Fredo.

Don Sindacco:Well Gentlemen We have a Problem it Seems that The Leones Took out two of my Capos Why is That?

Don Leone:I Didn't Sanction No Hits Wat i are you talking about.

Don Forelli:(Scuffs) Paulie Fantino Witness You Take out the Capos.

Don Leone:Wat? Wait who is Paulie?

Don Sindacco:He is i Believe the Lucci Underboss.

Joe Stop to think of the Warning from Uncle Leone. Joe then Runs out of the Room and Gets into his Car and Drives to Caluigi's Palace. In His Rear View Mirror he Saw Two Motorcycles Following him and a Sports Car and a Limo Behind The Sports car. Joe stop and Walked into the Casino and Warned his Guards of the hit. Then The men Following Joe Runs into the Casino and Starts Shooting with Desert Eagles and Uzi's All over the Place. Joe Knew the Lucci's Wanted him Dead, While the shootout Joe Came out his Office with a MiniGun and Started Shooting the Lucci Hitmen. He Left all dead But one who he Tortured. Joe Then Devised a Plan to Take out all Enemies(Just Like the Godfather Flim) Don Sindacco,Forelli Were Killied and Lucci was Left. but with the Others Destroyed. Joe Felt he shouldn't take out the Luccis.

Don Lucci:Please Joe We Didn't mean to Do all of this we Just Needed a Little Help Getting Started on things,Its Just Business Rite?.

Don Leone:Yea Just Business.

Al Then walks Behind Lucci and Garrotes Him,
They Throw Lucci Lifeless Body into a Nightclub Owned By Jackie Lucci(Son).

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Posted 01 April 2008 - 01:02 PM

Nice Idea,but dont you think that an whole online game like www.bgmafia.com would be better and thats just a forum

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Posted 01 April 2008 - 01:15 PM

mark-2007: $46

~PhusioN~: $41

VinnieLeone: I'd give you $18 for that, your spelling and grammar needs improvement as well as sentence fluency. Read the advice that someone gave a few posts back. And, unless you specify which gang you want to join and at which property, I cannot give you any money.

MobBG: No, I don't. The BUYG has been part of the GTAF community for a long time, and we'd like to keep it in here for now.

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Posted 01 April 2008 - 01:19 PM

Chapter sixteen: Las Venturas baby


When I woke up, I felt so comfortable that I didn’t want to get up. I was forced to remember the whole little movie of my life. All since I meet with Stace, Joe and Greg to now. I remembered our first missions when we took Joe to the hospital, then when we killed Ballas for fun. Then those missions from Salvatore, after that the Desert. All that was in my head. At one point I couldn’t bare it anymore. I got out of my bed and saw the guys awake.
“Good morning guys,” I said
“Morning,” they said in the same time
“What are we going to do now that Ballas destroyed our hood,” I asked
“Well, my friend Woozie has a casino in Venturas, maybe we could stay there and help with the casino,” CJ said
“I have a pilot license, and I own a plane at the airport, we can get to Venturas easily,” Truth said
“Cool, but we need to pick up our guns at the yard,” I said again “
That’s no problem, I put some in our safe,” Sweet said
“Well, than we take off at 15:00,” Truth said
We didn’t need to pack, the Ballas did blow our stuff. I just jumped on the sofa with all my weight and watched the shopping channel. I usually hate that channel but I was bored anyway so I just watched it. CJ called Woozie and told him we are coming. A package arrived for about half an hour so I opened it. I found a letter and a box. It was from Woozie:


Dear Luke,

Since you and the guys are travelling much you will need this to organize and so

Woozie

I opened the package and found a laptop, it was about time. It was the 2008, we finally got a computer. I took lessons on computers about a year ago so I was cool with it. It had all the newest things everyone was blabbing about. The others were amazed. We made a sheet report of our guns, and our founds. We made a picture of our territories. It was really cool. Then I noticed we also got an internet card with 3 years free surfing. We were playing so much with our new toy that we almost forgot about our flight. I put the laptop in the bag and we checked out. We sat in Sweets Greenwood.
“Man, I can’t wait to get to Venturas,” I said
“Neither can I,” CJ said
We drove silently to the Hangar with Truths plane. Then I realized it was a jet. We were going to Venturas with a private jet!!! Its interior was pink. There were tables on the sides, even an internet connection. We all took our places.

“Alright fellow travelers, this is capetan Truth speaking. We are ready for takeoff dudes so fasten your seat belts!”

“Truth man, you crazy,” CJ said

It was stormy, but we got trough untouched. All of a sudden we heard : “This is 8-rat! Surrender or die!” I took out my Kruger, went to the back and shot them in the ass. Or should I say in the jet motor. But they got back the fire. “Die motherf*cking peace of sh*t gangbanging cocksuckers!” I told them and shot one of them in the head. He fell out of the window and fell into nowhere. Then I found a metal box and dropped it out. It damaged there wing and they started burning in flames. But all the trouble wasn’t over. Another one of their planes came and guys started parachuting on our roof. Luckily I put a bullet in two of the guys parachutes so there were only two to go. Sweet came just in the right moment. When they landed Sweet and me took cover.

“Alright, shows over! Where are you,” one of the guys asked

“Right here! Can’t you see me,” I said and shot him dead. But there was another guy. He pussyed out and jumped opening a new parachute. I wasn’t going to let him go. I shot his parachute so he fell about 500 meters from the ground. We closed the back door and went back into the cabin.

“What was happening back there,” CJ asked

“8-rat and hiss Balla friends…”

“Is he dead now,” Truth asked

“Ye, he’s dead! Along with his drug-dealing friends.”

“Alright traveler dudes, we are preparing to land. Fasten your seat belts,” Truth said

We landed and got out. There were two Taxis waiting for us. We got in and drove trough Venturas. The beauty of Venturas at night can not be described with normal words. It was a light-show. Everything was shiny! We stopped at a casino named THE FOUR DRAGONS. It was shiner and more interesting . We got out and a man welcomed us.

“You must be Woozies friends. Come on in.”

We walked through the casino. It was as shiny as on the outside as it is on the inside. We got to a big office and got inside.

“Carl, my man where are you,” Woozie asked
“Just been doing some business you know.”

“I see you brought friends.”

“Yea, these are Sweet ,Truth ,Luke ,Mike and Lou.”

“Follow me, I will show you where you will spend the night.”

That room was as shiny as the one in GSF, only this one was China style. I choose a bed and went to sleep.

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Posted 01 April 2008 - 04:39 PM

Sorry about that but I added 2 extra chapters to my story before the chapter I had in min after Chapter 2 (Sounds confusing! tounge.gif ) NOOB mistake, won't happen again biggrin.gif
Chapter 3: Getting Into The Game


Working at Cluckin' Bell never seems to bring up some moolah on my side of the bargain. I need to find some other ways to make my some money; and my friend Dre visited me at my work and told me that street racing seems to be in season right now.

Dre: "Yo, Cam!"

Cameron: "Yeah?"

Dre: "Wanna make some cash? It ain't illegal and sh*t."

Cameron: "Sure why not, I've always needed a quick buck."

Dre: "Well, theres some Cholo muthaf*ckas organizing some street races down at Verdant Bluffs."

Cameron: "I don't know man, I don't drive much and I have no car!"

Dre: "I'll let JD borrow you one, He's got plenty of cars from his chopshop days."

Cameron: "Ok man."

So we went back to my Willowfield to find JD; but he seems to be missing. We search the whole neighborhood, hell we even searched LB's lockup if he's stealing some merchandise. Just as we came out,
a OG came and told us he's been abducted by the Vagos for selling them some cheap nitro.

Cameron :"Dre! Where the f*ck would we find JD! He might be dead now for all we know"

Dre: "Just chill man, I know some Vagos cats smoking in a crackhouse down by the Jefferson Hotel. Come on let's bounce."

Cameron: "Where's your car man?"

Dre: "Dunno, got some pot last night and I forgot where I parked the car"

Cameron: "Oh sh*t man!"

Dre:"Don't worry, this is Los Santos, carjacking happens everyday."

So we stole some sweet ride from a wannabe-gangsta in front of the barbershop. We drove over to the place and stopped before we came in.

Dre: "Do yah know how to handle a gat?"

Cameron: "A little bit... only airguns."

Dre: "Your in Grove Street and you don't know how to handle a frickin' gun!?!"

Cameron: "I just moved in a month ago, come on!"

Dre:"Ok fine, just use your instincts"

We got in the crackhouse; and it smelled like a sh*t stain rather than crack. Most of the Vagos were already too hammered to fight with; but some were still a match. After asking the hammered ones of where they had taken JD, some Vagos came down from upstairs wondering what's the noise about.

Vago: "What you doin' here you Grove Street eses?"

*Dre points the gat at the Vago*

Vago: "Whoa, easy there "homeboy". He's just resting from the beatings he got from us eh."

Dre: "WHERE THE F*CK IS HE!!!"

Vago: "You'll never know a*swipe!"

Just then bullets start flying. I ducked behind some hammered Vagos and Dre ducked to a sofa. He made a headshot to the one he was talking to. The guy came tumbling down the stair with a bullethole between the eyes. This is where I needed to take action. I came up from the cover shooting the one who just came down the stairs right in the knee. As he was screaming his life out, I shot him again twice in the chest. He lay there open-eyed and full of blood.
Another Vago was just coming down the stairs, I shot off his right foot and he fell down with a sickening thud, his neck was broken... I needed to reload, Dre gave me a clip at the same time 2 other Vagos came right down the stairs. One screamed out of rage to the sight of his fellow Vagos shot dead in a gruesome way. Just as the other one was beginning to shoot, I charged right at them, they were caught unaware. I shot the guy in the mouth while other one tackled me to the ground. I was almost overcome; but thankfully Dre finally caught up with all the events. He pulled the guy off me and smacked him in the head with his gat. I was about to shoot him when Dre said

Dre: "Let him go man, We need someone to interrogate the place where they have taken JD. D*mn you some ice cold killa."

No more Vagos came down, we checked upstairs to make sure, only boxes full of Crack instead of them Cholos. This place was more of a Crack Factory than a Crackhouse. We came down again to check if our hostage was already awake.

Dre: "Ey! Yo! you awake you Vago b*tch?"

Vago Hostage: "Uhhh..."

Dre: "Where the f*ck did you hide my friend!"

Vago Hostage: "I'll never tell puto!"

Dre: "Oh.. you won't tell! Hey Cam, he doesn't want to tell haha! Well you better tell now before I blow your face off and you won't be snorting crack anymore!"

Vago Hostage: "Ok ok... Were moving him to a abandoned warehouse down by the docks right now"

Dre: "Thank you" *Shoots the Vago in between the eyes*

Cam: "Was that even necessary?"

Dre: "D*mn right it's necessary! We don't want anyone knowing were doing this sh*t."

So we got into our a car down to the ducks. We crossed Pershing Square to see a Vagos car stopped by a traffic light which looked highly suspicious thanks to the fact that there was a noise coming out from there trunk.

Cam: "That's them!"

Dre: "Come on, we better go get them before the light turns green!"

We got out of the car and walked slowly to avoid being seen. Of course we were in front of the police station so firing a gun is a stupid thing. When we got close to the trunk, Dre got something from his pocket which was a lockpick.

Dre: "That's why I'm friends with LB hehe."

We opened the trunk slowly to see a tied up and bleeding JD. Before the car started going, we got JD out and placed him on the ground. Stupid Vagos, didn't even bothered to look at the mirror. When they were gone, we got JD in our car and started cruisin' back to Willowfield.

JD: "Thanks homes, those Vagos tortured me all kinds of stuff just so I can pay them back"

Dre: "No problem JD, oh and by the way, you owe Cam a car."

JD: "What!!!"


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Posted 01 April 2008 - 05:13 PM

QUOTE (Build Up Your Gang @ Mar 31 2008, 15:34)
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Colombian Cartel – Panlantic Construction Co.
Chapter One: Initiation


My name is Jose Hernandez de Felipe. I was an upstanding citizen growing up in San Andreas, but with life constantly throwing sh*t at me, it was hard to stay on track. My father died in San Andreas as a cop. He wasn’t a bad cop like the CRASH, but they made him into one. CRASH later betrayed him and left him to die in the desert. After that, we had to move to Liberty City. It was a strange place; nothing like the west coast. My mom rented an apartment in Hepburn Heights. She tried to pay for it by working at a grocery store. A small-time robber was at the same store a week later. He shot my mother in the chest got away with it. I was 16 years old at the time.

I had no money, no job, and no friends. I thought that joining the Colombian drug cartel would help me make a fast buck. I took a bus over to the construction site which everyone knew was a front for the Colombians (the cops were bribed). I immediately saw two Colombians leaning leisurely against their gang car. I approached them while they were probably making sick jokes at me. But why should I care? They were only cold-blooded killers.

“Hey, what do you want, man,” said the first Colombian. I think they were trying to sell me drugs. I had no interest of that ever.
“A job,” I replied. The gang members shot a glance at each other, realizing what I came there for and then looked back at me.
“Sit down and suck on it motherf*cker,” said Colombian number 2. “We don’t take no Mexican eses.”
“Hey man,” said the first one again. “Let’s see what this kid can do.” The other Colombian briefly scoffed then nodded in agreement, and regretfully handed me an aluminum baseball bat.
“There’s some chump motherf*cker who hasn’t given us our money yet. Take him out, and grab some of the money. Then maybe you can join.”
“He’s in Hepburn Heights, but watch yourself there; the Diablos don’t take anyone lightly.”

I took a bus to Hepburn Heights at nightfall. The bus pass was only good for a day. The description the gang members left me fit one person in particular. He was just hanging with his friends shooting hoops. He was tall; about six feet, had a dark colored skin, and wore colorful gang clothing even though he wasn’t part of one. When they saw me, each of the wannabe gang members gave me a dirty look. I have to admit that I was trembling in fear because there are five of them and one of me. But I did have a bat with me.
“What do you want fool?” said the target.
“I’m here for the money you owe,” I replied sheepishly.
“Oh, you want the money huh? Hey Tommy go get him his money.” Tommy looked through his wallet.
“All I got is a five,” Tommy said.
“No, you idiot! I mean go get that fool!”
Tommy put away his wallet and put on what looked like brass knuckles. He swung his fist at me. I ducked. Having not ever being in a fight I thought that was my only option. I swung my bat at him, and his comrades responded by joining him. Tommy’s right side of his face was completely covered in blood, which added to his devilish look. The others surrounded me. I swung my bat at a random person and got pummeled by fists all around me. I kicked at one and threw him back. I swung my bat at another and gave him a bloody nose. The cowards ran away leaving my target, Tommy, and whoever I gave a bloody nose to.

The target stood there frozen in fear. I had not known that I was capable of intimidating someone. I approached him as he backed away and clumsily tripped. He raised his hand in mercy as I brought my bat down on him. He was unconscious, I think. A trail of thick blood was leaving his head and forming a small pool. I looked behind me and saw that Tommy and the other one had left. I checked the man’s pockets and snatched a wallet and some keys. I stood there over my victim for a moment, my figure looming over him. I saw my own reflection in the puddle of blood, realizing what I had become. I was Jose Hernandez de Felipe, an upstanding citizen.

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Posted 01 April 2008 - 06:10 PM Edited by Build Up Your Gang, 01 April 2008 - 06:12 PM.

Hi, rating time.

- GTASA_passer
Story count: 16
Money: $21
Gang money now: $312 + $21 = $333

Read the reply I PMed you for tips.


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Story Count: 3
Money: $27
Gang money now: $333 + $27 = $360

Try changing it from a script to full dialogue for more money.


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Money: $39
Gang money now: $100 + $39 = $139

Nice first chapter, especially liked how you repeated the start and end, very clever


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Could someone do the coding for story count and money?

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Posted 01 April 2008 - 09:11 PM

Joe's War

May 16th, 2002 Toni is Hospitalized by a Heart Attack, Joe Believes that Someone in The Commission. Joe Flew to Sicily to get advice from his great uncle Santino Leone (B.1917) Who Told him the Following....

Santino: so one may make an Attempt on Toni's Life, Watch out for the new Family The Lucci's.
They're Coming from Rome and Naples.

Joe: Thank you Uncle.

But when Joe arrived at the Francis International Airport he was Arrested for tax Invasion.

Carlo Dello Became Acting Boss and He and Angelo Felucca Fought in Court to Let Joe Go. He bribed the judge with 600Million Dollars.
Joe was dropped of all Charges.
(Leone Compound Second Floor)

Alphonzo Leone was in Trouble at School For having a Gun at School.

Joe: What the Hell Happened? Huh?!

Al: Pop He was Calling me f*cking guinea what the hell I’m going to do Huh!!!

Joe: Don't you dare talk to me like that! I’m Your Father you never tell at your father.

Al: I Have No Father! My Godfather was the only Father I had, you were in Jail Since my Birth and now you Pop up when grandpa Dies.

Joe:Well Run to your Damn Father ok?! See if he gives you Money to come to Ventruras Huh? Oh Ya that’s Right he's Dead oh I Forgot he died like oh when you were Six!

Al...

Joe then Leaves the room and Goes into his Office Were He Met With Aldo Moreloli a Capo For the Lucci Asking for Territory in Bohan and Santos.

Aldo: Don Leone We Need Some Turf you know to get things running. We Uh Had a Little Struggle with the Sindacco's Warehousing At the Ocean Docks.

Joe: Why?


Aldo: Well We have a Drug Racket we are Producing Crack Cocaine and Pcp, We need another warehouse you know to make the Stuff.

Joe: I Can't and Won't help you with that Business, Now Leave my office.

Aldo then leaves the Compound, Toni Dies in Surgery. Running out of Options Joe Decides to Let his Younger brother Be Consigliere and then Moves the Family out of Liberty (Leaving it to Mickey's Regime) and Into San Fiero, Moving the triads out and Taking over the four dragons Casino(Renamed La Leone Inn). Flashback####

Trina Tel Gela War (1931-1936)
The Leone’s now fighting the Profaci Families in this Flashbacks and Explains Salvatore Becoming Made in the 30's at the young Age of 18.

Sal Guns Downed Forelli Godfather Lucky Forelli at the Giovanni Restaurant, and his Bodyguards.

Salvatore Becomes a Little greedy and tries to work his way to the public like Helping out during the depression and Donating to Red Cross.
1939 Salvatore's is Married to Lucy Luciano, and they spend their honey moon in Cuba.
1943 Salvatore Leone is a Capo of the sicicano Crime family. Sal Feeling he should have more, he Gathered men and a Civil War Broke out. but not even the Don Knew, Salvatore Eliminated The Under boss and All the other Capos and Consigliere. The Commission Was Curious about the murders, asking him where was he and what happened. Salvatore was Titled the New Don of the Sicicano and he Had it Renamed to the Leone Crime Family. Salvatore Now Feeling Invincible towards Any other family with 890Button men on the streets with a some of 2000 Associates, The Leone Family at their Golden Age.

June 2,2002 Las Ventruras

New Capo For the Leone’s Al Stefano is a Powerful man (Much Like Al Neri From the Godfather) is Very Loyal to Joey.
Giovanni Sindacco’s (Acting Boss) Is at the Commission Meeting with Joe and Fredo.

Don Sindacco: Well Gentlemen We have a Problem it Seems that The Leone’s Took out two of my Capos Why is That?

Don Leone: I Didn't Sanction No Hits What I are you talking about.

Don Forelli:(Scuffs) Paul Fauntino Witness You Take out the Capos.

Don Leone: what? Wait who is Paulie?

Don Sindacco: He is I Believe the Lucci Under boss.

Joe Stop to think of the Warning from Uncle Leone. Joe then Runs out of the Room and Gets into his Car and Drives to Caluigi's Palace. In His Rear View Mirror he Saw Two Motorcycles Following him and a Sports Car and a Limo Behind The Sports car. Joe stop and Walked into the Casino and Warned his Guards of the hit. Then The men Following Joe Runs into the Casino and Starts Shooting with Desert Eagles and Uzi's All over the Place. Joe Knew the Lucci's Wanted him Dead, While the shootout Joe Came out his Office with a MiniGun and Started Shooting the Lucci Hit men. He Left all dead But one who he Tortured. Joe Then Devised a Plan to Take out all Enemies(Just Like the Godfather Film) Don Sindacco, Forelli Were Killed and Lucci was Left. but with the Others Destroyed. Joe Felt he shouldn't take out the Lucci.

Don Lucci: Please Joe We Didn't mean to Do all of this we Just Needed a Little Help Getting Started on things, Its Just Business Rite?

Don Leone: Yea Just Business.

Al Then walks Behind Lucci and Garrotes Him,
They Throw Lucci Lifeless Body into a Nightclub Owned By Jackie Lucci(Son).
(News)
Joey Leone is the under boss of the Leone family and the son of Don Salvatore Leone. Known for his lack of ambition, Joey works as a mechanic with criminal side-dealings in Broker. Joey's tasks intended for the Family include theft, assassinations and body disposal.

In the process, Joey introduces the family's Capo régime, Toni Cipriani, allowing Claude to perform further jobs with the Leone family. Joey is also mentioned in San Andreas when Carl Johnson meets Salvatore Leone in Las Ventruras, stating that he had the pleasure of working with Joey while residing in Liberty City. Joey is referenced again in Liberty City Stories when Salvatore Leone states that he was not as involved in the family ("What more could a family guy ask for? Even my son don't got it so good").

Joey is also believed to have been responsible for the killing of several high-ranking Forelli family members, which in turn results in a small war between the Leone family and the Forelli family.

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Posted 02 April 2008 - 12:10 AM Edited by Build Up Your Gang, 02 April 2008 - 12:17 AM.

VinnieLeone , thats the same story you posted last time. You also don't haven't chosen a property, I'd probably give you $16 for that. If you choose a property soon I'm going to assign you one, also change your dialouge as someone said earlier to earn more money, your sentence structure is horrible and your grammar is so confusing I keep getting headspins when I try and read it, you seem to randomize when to put capital letters... Capital letters are for the beginning of the sentence after a fullstop, and also for when you use a name e.g. its "Bobby and I were hanging out." not "bobby And I were Hanging out." and for sentences " Yadada. Yadada." as for your dialouge, the movie script thing is getting a bit old, so try using this

"Pass me my gat, lets go hit up these fools!" Joey said, itching in anticipation to bust up some Ballas.
"Ok man, just let me go get." Matt turned around and went to search the boot of his car, "Ahh, success" he beamed, grinning from ear to ear after finding the gun in the tray of his messy pick-up truck.

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Posted 02 April 2008 - 12:14 AM Edited by spursfan111, 02 April 2008 - 12:25 AM.

Hey phusion did you do the coding or will I?
EDIT:It's already been done

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Posted 02 April 2008 - 12:17 AM Edited by Build Up Your Gang, 02 April 2008 - 08:43 AM.

I was about too, but I'll probably screw it up so you can if you want.

EDIT: Sorry, that was radicell (me). Also, the gangs list has been updated with 4 new gangs.

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Posted 02 April 2008 - 09:08 AM

Chapter seventeen: The headache

When I woke up, at first I didn’t know where am I. After a minute or so I realized where I was. The lighting just shot at my eyes at the speed of a bullet. I had to close my eyes. I had a headache. It seemed that I had my window open this whole time. I took an Aspirin and a glass of water. Even after half an hour it was still there. I felt like somebody is doing surgery on my head without anesthetic! It was ripping my head into parts. I touched my forehead, I instantly got my hand back. I had a fiver. At least 37 Celsius. Great, I have a headache and a fiver. I ordered a small breakfast. I was terrified when they brought me sushi. I asked if there is something else but no, there wasn’t. Took another Aspirin and turned on the TV. As soon as I heard those TV sounds and voices I quickly turned it off. When I heard those sounds my head just felt like It exploded in pieces. Every thought hurt like hell. I knew it, no more missions for me until I get better. All of a sudden I heard a sound of a croud going wild, I looked on a poster on my wall. It said : special concert day : 19.8.2008. That sound was a clear sharp razorblade going through my forehead. Why did it have to be today? Even thou I despise sushi, I eat it. It was yuck but it filled the hole. I heard somewhere that alcohol takes the mind and pain away so I ordered whisky. I drank it. It burned my throat! I didn’t even realize I was wearing a pajama from last night. I couldn’t take the pain anymore so I closed my eyes and fell to sleep.

6 hours later…

The headache was still following me like it was my most loyal friend. It was only smaller than in the morning. I picked up some power and walked around the room. Then I went to the toilet and digested those aspirins and the sushi. After that I barfed in the toilet. It was much better. Must a had been something I eat. Now I took a bucket and put it in front of my bed in case I have to barf again. It was a lot easier to get to sleep now.

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Posted 02 April 2008 - 09:09 AM

I'd like to join the Triads, in Wuzi's Office (That's the betting shop, right?)

I'm looking forward to mixing it up with the Da Nang boys; I like the way you guys write.

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Posted 02 April 2008 - 09:17 AM

GTASA_passer: $29.

D Storted: Okay. This will get interesting, the Triads and Da Nangs in San Fierro.

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Posted 02 April 2008 - 09:43 AM

"C'mon purple, c'mon purple, C'MON PURPLE!!! Ah, sh*t! What the f*ck, you worthless purple piece of sh*t!"

The loud American threw his little temper tantrum. He stomped his feet and kicked the horse racing simulation betting machine. The rest of the gambling room had gone quiet. I looked to the stairs that led up to the offices. The guard had noticed the yelling.

"This sh*t's rigged! Purple was three lengths ahead! This f*cking thing! And what the f*ck are you looking at, buddy? Speaky English, or what?" In his rage, he stormed over to the barred windows, the cashier. "You f*ckin' chinks! Gimme my money back! You f*ckin' rice-pickin' thieves!" He pounded on the glass.

The guard at the stairs looked at me, and nodded. I left my cigar smoking in the ashtray and stood up, smoothing my suit jacket. It wasn't a fancy suit, but there was a dress code, even for unofficial employees. I walked over to the man who was still screaming at the frightened girl behind the bullet-proof glass.

"Money, you know what it is?!" He started using his hands, rubbing his fingers together, pointing first to the cashier and then himself. "YOU, give the MONEY, back to ME. Comprende?" I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around. "You speak english, pal? You gonna get me my money?"

"You gambled your money away. You paid us for a service, and we rendered that service. If you would like to play again, you must get more money. We do not offer refunds."

"Oooo, fancy english. You think that makes you better than the rest of these needle dicks? No, you're still just a chink that stole my money with your mother f*ckin-"

I was born in America. I knew how to speak English better than I understood Chinese. Some of the other Triads made fun of me for it, but in good humor. This guy wasn't allowed to.

I hit him first with my left, then with my right. They were quick, but hard. His head snapped to the right, then to the left as my fists connected with his jaw. It hurt my knuckles, but it probably hurt him more.

"You piece o-"

He took a swing, but it was wild, and I easily avoided it. I used his momentum against him and quickly stepped behind him, pivoted on my heel, and kicked him in the lower back with the black sole of my dress-code-mandated shoe. He stumbled forwards towards the door, and I advanced. He turned and swung again, but he wasn't a fighter. I blocked his arm with my own and kicked him once more, this time in the gut. He continued to fall backwards until his back was against the door. "I'll call the police! You f*ckin' chinks! You f*ckin' chinks!!" But he had had enough. He left the gambling shop, and I could hear him screaming his rage at innocent pedestrians who later peered into the shop as they walked by, confused expressions on their face.

I retook my chair and picked up my cigar. As I drew the smoke into my mouth, the other gamblers returned to the their races.

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Posted 02 April 2008 - 04:11 PM

Can I buy a Colt .45 for the Colombian Cartel?

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Posted 02 April 2008 - 05:46 PM

Hi, good stories everyone keep it going icon14.gif

D-Storted - 1st story
Gang: Triads
Money: $38 - great start, good writing.

Triads now have: $47 + $38 = $85


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Gang: Colombian Cartel

Yeah, Colt 45 is $30.

Colombian Cartel now have: $139 - $30 = $109


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Could someone please update this please (story count, money, weapons), thanks.

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Posted 02 April 2008 - 05:50 PM

Colombian Cartel – Panlantic Construction Co.
Chapter Two: The Snitch


I took a bus ride using the money I got from the wannabe gangsters (I didn’t have much money for a cab). It was a very long bus ride. Every now and then I would have to get off and change buses. Sometimes I even missed the buses by only a few seconds. When I got to the construction site, I saw that the whole place was deserted.
“Sh*t! Where the hell is everybody?” I mumbled to myself. Then I checked my cell phone. It was 11:00 pm. I felt rather stupid to think that anybody would still be here at this hour. Now I had to take bus rides back home in Hepburn Heights.

The next morning I found myself in a small enclosed space. I took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light. I was lying on a mattress that had no bed sheets and felt as hard as a rock (maybe I was exaggerating a little). I looked around me and saw that things were different. I had only been in this room for a week. I longed for my old comfortable room in Prickle Pine. This cramped up space could hardly be called a home.

Realizing that it was morning, I again used the buses to go to the construction site. When I got there I found the two Colombians that I found yesterday.
“Hey kid!” greeted one of them. I think it was the one who got me the job.
“Where’s the money?” the other one added. That was the one I didn’t really like.
“I got it right here,” I replied, fumbling through my cheap worn-out old wallet. I handed them some of the cash. The rest I had to save up to pay for my ‘home.’
“You did good kid,” said one of the Colombians.
“I thought there would be more money in here,” said the other, who eyed me suspiciously. I think he knew that I stole some of the money.
“We got bigger things to worry about than that, man. We got a snitch.” The other Colombian kept his eye on me. “He’s been giving information to the cops about our drug smuggling.”
“Sort it out for us and we’ll put in a good word for you.” The Colombian handed me a handgun; a Colt .45. This job would require me to kill someone. On the last job, I only had to get any money the guy owed, so I only knocked him out.
“How would I know who he is?” I asked.
“The prick is going to meet a cop at our SPANK boat today.” I hid my handgun in the back of my pants and started walking away.
“Hey kid!” I turned myself around to meet the Colombians again. “What’s your name, man?”
“Um… Jose,” I replied, and continued walking. I could still hear the Colombians talking.
“Why bother to ask the b*tch for his name? He’ll probably wind up dead anyways.”

The long bus ride to the docks in Portland was uneventful. The busy honking of cars and loud swearing were going to drive me crazy. At last, the bus arrived at the nearest stop to the docks. I was walking towards the front exit when someone stopped me. A shady character came up to me.
“Busy day?” he asked me. I took the time to absorb his features. He was about 5’7, dark-skinned, and had a heavy Mexican accent.
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, and continued off the bus.
“I got a busy day too. So where you going?” I paused for a moment trying to think about what to say.
“I’m going to meet an old friend,” I replied nervously.
“Really, who is he?” I sensed the desperation in his voice. Why would he be desperate for some conversation?
“I got to go. I really got to go,” I said and continued to the SPANK boat.

I found a good place on the boat where it would be difficult for me to be seen, but would allow a decent vantage point. I took out my binoculars to observe the LCPD cruiser coming into the docks. The vehicle stopped near the boat and waited. Another person was coming in the same way toward the police car. That was the informant. Something was odd about him, but I couldn’t quite explain what it was. The cop exited his vehicle. Then it struck me. The informant was the man I met on the bus.

“So tell me what’s been going on over there,” said the cop. I grabbed for my gun in the back of my pants.
“They’re really planning something big, man,” said the rat. “I need more time to find out what it was.” The cop grew frustrated and took out his nightstick. The informant slowly backed away.
“L-Look. I’ll get you the information you need, but I need more time!” the snitch said desperately. My aim was trained on the snitch, but I hesitated. I had never killed anybody in my life. But I fired the gun.

The bullet hit the police officer right in the head. The informant started running away. I kept my aim on him, but hesitated again. I fired three shots into the man. The cop was lying lifeless near his police cruiser with a thick pool of blood forming. The snitch lay on the ground still trying to crawl away. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I shot him again in the head. Then I started running away from the crime scene. Police cars and ambulances were pouring into the docks. I continued running and jumped over a wall. The pedestrians thought this was strange, but continued walking to wherever their destination was. I kept on running away towards the bridge to Stauton Island.

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Posted 02 April 2008 - 06:55 PM Edited by Build Up Your Gang, 02 April 2008 - 11:31 PM.

Hello again,

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Gang: Colombian Cartel
Money awarded: $41

Colombian Cartel now have (taking into account my last post with the cost of Colt .45) = $109 + $41 = $150


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Could someone update Solidus' story count and gang money (as well as Colt .45 from his last request)

EDIT: Could someone please change the weapons for the Leones? I've just realised a few weapons have been cut from the last one (thankfully - the weapon list was way too long) but the Glock has been kept in the Leones weapon list. Could someone just change it to 9mm please? Could someone tell me how to do coding so that I don't need to ask others?

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Posted 03 April 2008 - 02:04 AM Edited by VinnieLeone, 03 April 2008 - 03:24 AM.

Sorry Im not on all the time im busy.
Btw I suck at writing like

yo man get your gat said B Dawg.
That sh*t f*cking Sucks to me.

Ok my Place is
Caligula's Palace.



Chapter 2: Your land is my land and my land is my land.

Vito Cipriani(Toni's Deflected brother) is back from Gela,Sicily with Vengence. He joined the Leone Family in 2003 and became Capo in 2005 after assasinating Jd O Toole and Mike Saleri(Turncoat Capo). Joey who is now 44 Years old, Learns that Carl Johnson who is around his early 50's. Stole 26 Million Dollars From Caligula's Palace cause Salvatore to become parnoid. Joey Order Mickey and Vito to go to los santos and whack CJ, Ganton,Los Santos Johnson's House
Carl is eating with his Nephew and Brother in Law.

Carl:So Cesar how my Sister? Taking care of her?

Cesar:ya holmes but she keeps telling me not to jump in carlos, im not going to get my son into that sh*t man.

B-Locs then opens the door saing that there is a man with mob here to see him. Carl then walks outside.

Vito: CJ nice to meet you. Get in the car we gonna go to Venturas!.
While Driving they Stop at the Four Dragons Casino. Sweet and Raven(a High ranking member of GSF.) WuZiMu And Mike Toreno(No Longer in the CIA.) And Carlo Lucchesi(Of the Sicilian Mafia) and DonGiancarlo(Detroit Mafia) all meet up. Carl is Asked to move out the room. A Sparrow Helicopter Busted the meeting and Killed Everyone but Sweet and Toreno. Toreno Escapes into another helicopter. Sweet gets into his with raven But were ambushed by Leone hitmen with a double barrel Shotgun. Carl witness this and killed the hitmen, Vito and Mickey arrive in a Helicopter and tell carl to get in and he does. Over Los Santos Kendel's New Home in Little mexico was set on fire and she was killed. Carl now heart broken about both losses he tells them to land the helicopter and he went into his home Getting a gun and got tSalvatore's Phone number and started making threats of killing him.

Carl(on Phone):Salvatore im calling to kill yo bitch ass, man give me one reason why i shouldn't go to liberty and shoot your bitch ass.

Joey:Because you won't be able to Cj, Its Joey..

Carl then runs into his car.

Carl: I Got to get the f*ck out of here.
Vito: hello Mr. Johnson

Vito shoots Carl in the back of the head with a Glock 17.
Vito and Mickey return to Liberty(Kathy Racino's Appartment) Where Joey Killed Anthony Racino(Kathy's Brother) Who is a Turmcoat,Joey Then Says Meet him in a Hour to Make Alphonso(Son of Joey).

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Posted 03 April 2008 - 03:50 AM Edited by ~PhusioN~, 03 April 2008 - 06:00 AM.

Russian Mafia: Greys Import: Cold Water
We pulled up to the coast of Blueberry, it was a popular destination I have to admit, cute little picnics lined the sand and a hotdog van overshadowed the water.

"Are you hungry Mr. Valvercitti?" I asked, motioning towards the hot dog van with my head,
"Sure, could you also get me a cherry Sprunk?" He opened up the passenger side door and jumped out, he creased out his suit and then leaned on the hood of the car, he produced a mobile phone from his coat pocket and dialed in a number. I jumped out of the car, making sure to get my gun out of the glovebox, I pulled out my new wallet, a well-crafted genuine leather wallet from Italy, a gift from Didier Sach's. I approached the van and took my place in the small queue of hungry people.

As I got too the front of the line, I turned around to see 2 policemen questioning Mr. Valvercitti, I ignored it for now and ordered 2 hot dogs with extra mustard and relish, and got myself a milkshake and the cherry Sprunk. After 2 minutes of waiting I handed over my cash and recieved the meal. I walked back to the car and placed the food items on the hood.
"Ahh, whos this man?" the taller police officer pointed at me,
"My nephew, Derek." Andreas stared the police officer in the eyes,
"And what business are you doing today with the boat?" the shorter, younger officer walked towards, prodding the tarp with his nightstick,
"Simply some family fishing, Derek just came here from Russia." he put his arm around and showed some 'family' affection "Isn't that right Derek my boy?"
"Yes Uncle Andre." I played along, adding in a fake smile and taking a bite from my hot dog. "Uncle, your hot dogs getting cold."
"Oh yes, well excuse me officers, I have some snacking to attend too, you'd best be on your way fighting real crime instead of troubling a middle-aged man like me and his nephew." he grinned, turned his back on the officers and went to eat the half-cold hot dog and chug down his half-warm cherry Sprunk. The officers got back into their patrol car and drove off.

After a few minutes of silent eating, Andreas whipped his hands with a napkin, threw it into a bin and then turned to me,
"f*cking pigs, always trying to stop a man from making an innocent buck. I sell a few weapons here and there, but nothing dangerous." he was unimpressed, he checked the time "Ahh, 5 pm. Unload the dinghy into the water." he flicked his wrist and the jingle of his rolex was heard, he pulled out his phone again and made a phone call,
"Juan? Yes, were still on. I'll meet you at the original place at in an hour, ok. Bye." he made another phone call, but I had already gotten into the car and started backing the trailer into the water. I got out and took the tarp off, I untied the dinghy and pulled myself into the boat, avoiding getting my suit wet, I revved the engine up and waved my arms at Mr. Valvercitti.
"Derek, Peter says you have a few... Crates to dispose of, go dump them then come back."

I drove for a good 15 minutes until the shore was out of sight, I hoisted one of the marked crates overboard, then the other. Lights started going off and soon a police vessel came up to me.

"What are you doing boy?" the voice asked from the dark, I couldn't get a good view of the man,
"Oh, just boating..." I replied, unenthusiastically.
"Well, we saw something just go overboard, could you answer that?"
"No officer, I have no idea." I was done for, the man revealed himself to be the officer troubling Mr. Valvercitti, "Then you won't mind us searching your boat?" he grinned, he knew he had me.
"Oh, I don't mind, but do you have a search warrant?" I was trying to save myself,
"We don't need one you f*cking nazi." another voice was heard, it was obviously the younger cop with him,
"Carlos, no, hes not a nazi, but hes nearly worse then one."
"What the f*ck did you just call me?" I was pissed off,
"A nazi, you stupid pindick." the older officer jumped onto my boat.
"f*cking pigs..." I mumbled, the officer started kicking around at the crates,
"Bit suspicious, might be smuggling more of your nazi friends into our country eh?" his racism was intolerable, I turned my back and ignored his muttering, I grabbed the gun from my pocket. The officer grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, I raised my gun to his eye level, his face went from a grin to deep frown, I let off 2 bullets into his forehead.
"What was that?!" The younger officer ran up to the deck of the policeship, I launched myself off the dingy at his neck and started choking him, he put up a wild thrash but soon went limp. My first two kills, I felt no remorse, I searched around the police boat for some flares, dragged the older officers body and threw it onto the deck, I let off the flares into the sides of the boat and it started sinking, I drove the dinghy back to the shore.

"Derek, what took so long?" Andreas said impatiently, smoking a cigar and leaning on my car,
"Oh, just some police woes." A rye grin appeared from ear to ear, he got the message,
"Well done my friend, I'll give a good word for you. Were going to be late, lets go." I helped Mr. Valvercitti onto the boat and sped over to the meeting location under his direction.

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Posted 03 April 2008 - 07:51 AM

VinnieLeone: Okay. $19. Try to get your capitalization and spelling right. Your story count is now 3 and you have made $24 + $18 + $19 = $61 for the Leone's.

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Posted 03 April 2008 - 02:14 PM Edited by D Storted, 03 April 2008 - 02:18 PM.

Prologue: Cont.

A man came down the stairs from the offices with a much nicer black suit than mine. He exchanged a few hushed words with the guard at the bottom of the stairs, and I thought I saw them look to me out of the corner of my eye. I tried to play it cool, but I could feel my stomach tighten, and I drew in my cigar smoke too quickly. The man from the offices nodded and went back upstairs, and the guard spoke to me.

“Johnny, come here.” I stood up promptly but not hurriedly and made my way over to him, trailing a twin dragon of smoke behind each of my shoulders. I stood before him. He spoke quietly again. “Some of our boys just ‘deposited’ that group of Da Nang scum who made the mistake of coming to our neighborhood in the bay, but they dropped off their car as well. We don’t want them sitting around in foreign territory waiting for the tram; go down and pick them up. Take the van from the garage; the keys are in the visor. The boys are down at the Pleasure Dome, and they've done good work; don’t keep them waiting.” I nodded and left the betting shop.

The air outside was much warmer than in the shop, and the sounds of the city were a welcome change. I didn’t like being cooped up all day. I took a long, final drag on my too-short cigar and flicked the thick butt at a sewer grate. I waited for a red Elegy to pass before I made my way across the street to the garage. Right back inside.

It was a lot bigger than it looked on the outside. Several members of the Triads used this garage to lock up their cars while they were in the neighborhood, especially those that weren’t important enough to be given spaces behind the gambling shop/local headquarters. I pressed the buzzer on the side and a minute later a voice spoke to me in Chinese. I couldn’t repeat what he said with any accuracy (my Chinese is minimal) but I had heard it before, and I knew the response. “It’s Johnny. I’m here for a van.”

The garage door lifted, and I could feel the cool air from the dimly-lit lot seeping out around my feet. I didn’t see anyone inside, but the van was obvious, so I got in, started it with the keys, and drove out, leaving the automatic door to slowly fall closed behind me.

It wasn’t the cleanest or the best smelling car on the road, but it was the biggest, at least of the cars that I saw on my way down to the strip club. I didn’t drive like a maniac, but I did use the van’s inherent intimidation to make sure the Triads weren’t waiting for me long. The few uphills made the going slow, but I knew it would be worse on the way back. I let the engine work against the downhills, and I soon found myself pulling into the Domes lot.

I recognized my passengers. They were a duo of black-suited Chinamen smoking near a fence, with their back towards the bay. I brought the van to a stop just in front of them and they clambered in, greeting me.

“Thanks for the lift. Too bad they sent you in this piece of sh*t. Smells like you forgot to unload the cargo before you came to get us!”

It did stink like fish, but we left the windows open and allowed the salty breeze of the ocean to thin the odor. The road home was much more difficult for the van, with Chinatown being nearly at the top of all the hills. We didn’t talk much; we were all Triads, but we didn’t know each other. I didn’t know if they thought I didn’t know what they had done, or if I couldn’t know, but it didn’t matter. I focused on pushing the big delivery van up the steep hills. I had asked them where they wanted to be left off, but they said the garage was fine.

When we finally got there, both of them thanked me again and got out. One of them buzzed in beside the big metal door; he said something in Chinese, and the mouth of the garage grew big enough for the van as the door slid up into the building. He gave me a final wave as I crunched the van into first and set it up in the same spot I’d taken it from.

Back on the street, I sniffed. Now I had to go take a shower.

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Posted 03 April 2008 - 02:57 PM Edited by Build Up Your Gang, 03 April 2008 - 07:50 PM.

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Weapons bought smile.gif

$189 dollars left

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2nd story= $52, great first story keep it up mate smile.gif .Very vivid description

$85+$52=$137.

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Posted 03 April 2008 - 04:44 PM

Chapter eighteen: Finally cured

After a few days in bed, I was great. I finally could help with the casino, I was happy for that. Woozie gave us a stake in the casino. I was now getting 500.000$ a week! Since CJ took out the Caligulas a long time ago, Starfish was the next one. The guys already got the land map, an armored car and a keycard while I was sick. The only thing left was, the weapons. Some new packages with M16s arrived. Someone needed to pick them up. Eating horse droppings was more exciting than that, but hey, I was sick and missed out on many things.
“Morning Luke, when will you go pick up the packages,” Woozie came in the room
“Ah, later man. I’m thinking about something right now.”
“What would that be?”
“Casino heist.”
“Why?”
“How much will we make, I mean Starfish is the 2nd best casino! Right behind us.”
“Well, we will make about 2.000.000$. Split into 7 is 300.000$ to everyone and we got something left.”
“What? Why didn’t I know before that casino business pays so much???”
“Actually, until you try it, you can’t know the payment.”
“Cool, after this talk, I am ready to go for the weapons.”
When I dressed and went into the garage, I saw a Greenwood just like Sweets. Only this one was pimped to the limit! Flame paintjob, bumpers, spoilers…even NOS!!! I went to the van location, thus getting to know the city. I found it, got out of my car. Then locked it and got the van back to the casino.

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Posted 03 April 2008 - 05:37 PM

Can the Colombian Cartel purchase a Distillery (Alcohol)?




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