It's too late to fix the errors since I got a PM from someone with my rates... ($431)
Anyway, you did a good job for your first rates. Congrats'! And, once again, welcome among us (the staff).
EDIT: I am still interested to know what you think of them, though.
EDIT 2: (Chapters just for you
Loco Syndicate - Big Smoke's Crack House
Chapter Thirteen – One of Them Was in the Army - Part. 6
July 31th, 1991 – 07:54
I was sitting down on my bed counting the cash we got and the drugs we got the other day, expecting to hear someone knock at my door. Blackman knocked at my door ten minutes later with a lot of papers. He gave them to me and departed my room without any words. I took a look at them to see he had already recruited ten Mexicans coming from the eastern regions of Mexico ready to help the gang the best they could. The papers contained information about them and the gang which he had wrote the whole night. When I looked more closely at them, I found that they were documents. Before I had the chance to read them, McDermott arrived wanting to tell me something that was important to him.
“You know about the drug we have?” he said talking of the Gallon of Love Juice.
“Yes, I know about it. Why do you ask me this question?” I asked him suspecting something from him, “You have an idea about them?”
“Yes. We could try to sell it to the Cuban Flames living in San Fierro,” he said trying to look intelligent.
“Why would they buy a drug that they are the makers at that they are the only one to import?” I asked him finding his idea weird and a little bit funny.
“We could say that the Gallon got stole and that if they want it back they must pay us the current price on the drug market,” he said proud of getting out of this little trap.
“That’s an easy guess,” I said to him getting harder on him, “Also, they would know if something in their stock would have been stolen.”
“Ok… Let say I proposed nothing…” he mumbled sadly, the head down, going to the door of my room, “I’m sorry having you loose your time.”
“It’s not important. You made the right decision by coming here to explain your idea,” I said trying to comfort him, “You’re a good guy”.
“Thanks boss. You are the best boss I ever had since I’m major,” he said with a tiny smile.
“Thanks… Hum… Who are those guys?” I asked him with a smile meaning I had a plan for them.
“John Husky, Lexma Sylex and Robert Collins are my previous boss if I don’t forget to mention my boss who is the captain of the police in San Fierro,” he said seaming to know what I was about to plan about them, “Two of them are living in the old Liberty City, one of them is living in Vice City and the last one have a house in San Andreas and another in the new Liberty City”.
“Liberty City, hum...?” I mumbled to myself, “They dare to call the city… Well, the cities Liberty City but there’s no liberty at all in those towns. The cops are here to prevent any kind of liberty or nearly all kind of liberty”.
“I never thought of that!” he exclaimed loudly, “I never came up with that theory about the old and the new Liberty City”.
“Can I say you something?” I asked him knowing that he could say that he would become a boss. He was a sub-boss of our gang and saying him that he would become a boss could make him be too much happy to come back to the reality.
“Yes. Between, I was not the kind of guy that my previous boss wanted to make confidences,” he said not to sure of what was happening.
“How would you like to be a boss?” I asked him knowing I touched a sensitive point.
“How I would like? I would like at one hundred ten percent!” he exclaimed happy and loudly.
“Ok. You will be one, when the time will come,” I said.
“Why? Heh… Forget what I said. Please,” he said nervous and sorry, “I’m sorry”.
“I don’t mind. If I was you, I would be curious,” I said shaking his hand meaning that we were partner.
He left my room with the biggest smile of the man history. I knew he would be one of the best and also one of the most naïve one. Here’s what the first one had to say:
“As you certainly know, our gang name is the Last Dime Motel Eses. Our property is the Last Dime Motel and we are in the city of Las Venturas. Our ethnic is Mexican, Russian, since you have Russian blood in your veins, and American for me, Blackman, Shell and McDermott, and we have some Brass Knuckles and some Moonbeams to use when we want. We have $570 stashed in our bank with a Gallon of Love Juice that we bought yesterday. Our allies are the Varrios Los Aztecas, the Orange Grove Street Families since they are allies with the Varrio and the Russian Mafia since their leader knew your parents and he seems to know more than what he’ll say. Our enemies, which I don’t like, are naturally the Los Santos Vagos, the Ballas and the San Fierro Rifa. The gangs with whom we are neutral are the San Fierro Triads, the Da Nang Boys, the Leone Mafia Family, the Sindacco Brothers, the Forelli Family and the newly-baptized gang, the Cuban Flames.
Our leader is you called under your Mexican name Corales Hombres alias Jason Flyll. The sub-leaders are Gastro Shell, me, Gast Blackman and Allen McDermott.
Our ‘hood is the Last Dime Motel area and it’s having, unfortunately, a low density of one and our hood color on the map is black. We have 16 gang members if we include ourselves plus Cesar’s kids. They will hang around in group of one to three and they will be wearing, we too, black tanks, olive pants, and black rags covering the mouth and black rags covering the head, the ears and the hair. As you surely guessed, our gang members’ colors are black and olive. Their activities are going to talk to random pedestrians and drivers to try to recruit them, driving around, hanging out, chilling and gathering information on potential, beneficial drug deals. If we have enough chances, we will be doing three drug deals a week. Their ages are from 17 to 49 and they are friendly a lot so our gang attitude is going to be friendly too.
Our most favourite radio station is K-DST and our most hated one is Radio Los Santos. The other radio stations we like are K-Jah West, K Rose, CSR, Radio X and SF-UR. The other ones we don’t like are Playback FM, Master Sounds FM and WCTR. The one that we don’t hate and that we don’t like, which means that this one is “medium”, is Bounce FM. I know that they will not respect this radio station rule since everyone listens to what they want depending of their mood, though.
Flames Ole, one of the youngest amongst us, is 19 years old. Even though he’s a rookie, he’s a good fighter not to be underestimated. He’s the younger brother of Oracles. He’s aged of 23 years and he is a good driver, even if he’s a rookie like his brother. Riches Muerda, 18 years old, he’s both good at driving and fighting. Mucho Muerde, aged of 36 years, Orales Oye, aged of 49 years and Odel Passo, aged of 47 years, are both good at driving, fighting and recruiting. Cesar’s cousin, Hazer Vialpando is aged of 17 years and he have to learn everything. That shouldn’t be trouble. Puesto Muerte, 29 years old, is the best joker amongst them. Ammigo Del Passo does anything he’s told to. He is aged of 18 years. Shell Blackman, 19 years old, old military soldier, sub-leader of the Last Dime Motel Eses is a close friend to Corales Hombres alias Jason Flyll and he is a good shooter. Me, Gast Blackman, his aged of 22 years and he’s a good gunner. Allen McDermott, recently purchased by the BUYSAG Corporation for kill of the wife of someone important about them, now sub-leader of our gang, is a good strategic man. Santiago Vialpando, the boy of Cesar Vialpando and Kendl Johnson, is aged of one month and three four days. Kenny Johnson, the girl of Kendl Johnson and Cesar Vialpando, is aged of one month and four days. Finally, you, Corales Hombres, called when in the army Jason Flyll or by those 29 other maniacs, number XXX, is a good strategic man, a good recruiter, a good driller, a good joker, a good shooter or gunner if you prefer, a good fighter, a good driver, a good pilot and a good boat driver, aged of 18 years. His parents were from different countries. His father was Mexican and his mother was Russian. They were both in the army and quitted it after some years, for his dad to join the Varrios Los Aztecas and his mom to join the Russian Mafia. Those are secret files I found when spying on the traitor, General Manning alias number XXVIII, computer while we were in the army. It seems that he is infected by the Red Mercury and a secret virus developed by the army while he was minor.
We have a criminal rating of 0% which is good and that means that we have a good relation with the local cops. In fact, we have the best relation with cops. The other gangs have some little problems with them.
Finally, our gang goals are to expand our gang out of this cul-de-sac, to be more powerful than the Varrios Los Aztecas, to become the kings of Las Venturas and to become rich, powerful and respected by everyone.
In this first document, you found all the information about our gang in overall. In the second one, you will find the information about the other gangs.”
I put the document in my desk near the window which was near the door to go outside. Then I sat down again on my bed and started to read the second one. Here’s what it had to say:
“The Orange Grove Street Families, the allies of the Varrios Los Aztecas and our allies at the same time, have been silenced over by the years by the drugs, some internal disagreements and their arch rivals, the Ballas. They are split in three sets named the Grove Street Families, the Seville Boulevard Families and the Temple Drive Families. The Seville Boulevard Families only have a small territory in south-east Los Santos named Playa Del Seville. The Temple Drive Families have territories in Temple and in Vinewood at the cemetery. There are rumours that the Temple Drive Families will split in two. The Temple territories would remain to the Temple Drive set and the Vinewood one would be to the Vinewood Street Families. There’s also the Santa Maria Beach hood controlled by the Orange Grove Street Families which seems to be a secret set. I would call them the Santa Maria Beach Families, for now. Finally, there’s the Grove Street Families who have their two main ‘hoods in Ganton which are attacked by Vagos or Ballas one time a day. Each days, they get weaker and the Ballas stronger. Their OG’s are Sweet, named Sean Johnson, Big Smoke, named Melvin Harris, Ryder, named Lance Wilson, and CJ, named Carl Johson. I suspect them to do normal jobs, robbery, Illegal Street racing and taking money from dead rival gangsters and drug dealers to earn money.
The Ballas are the arch enemy of the Orange Grove Street Families. They are split in four sets. The Temple Drive Ballas, hiding somewhere waiting to take over again Temple ‘hoods and maybe at the same time the Vinewood ‘hood at the cemetery which would surely create a new set for them called the Vinewood Ballas. The Rollin’ Heights Ballas which have their territories in Jefferson and Glen Park. The Front Yard Ballas which have their ‘hoods in Idlewood and East Los Santos. Finally, the Kilo Tray Ballas which have their territories in Willowfield. It seems they have secret set, just like the Orange Grove Street Families. This secret set is located in the Verona Beach ‘hoods. We know the name of two of their OG’s. One is named Kane and the other one is called by his OG named. His name is Lil Weasel. I would call them the Verona Beach Ballas, for now. I think that the Ballas are in the drug dealing, gang banging, prostitution, arms dealing, vandalism, cocaine trade, robbery and killing people to make cash.
The Los Santos Vagos occupy Las Colinas, East Beach and Los Flores. They are the sworn enemies of the Varrios Los Aztecas which make them our enemies. They are a Hispanic gang. There are rumours that theyr are going to split up too. One of those three sets would be the Las Colinas Vagos, another one would be the Los Flores Vagos and the last one the East Beach Vagos. I suspect them to do drug trade and weapons trade to earn some cash.
The Varrios Los Aztecas are a Latin street gang located in Unity Station, El Corona and Little Mexico. They are close friends to the Orange Grove Street Families and are sworn enemies of the Los Santos Vagos. Their veteranos, Cesar, Sunny, Gal and Hazer are the only four who keeps the gang still running. There are rumours, about them too, that they would split up in three sets named the El Corona Aztecas, the Unity Station Aztecas and the Little Mexico Aztecas. Gun running, street violence, things similar to the Orange Grove Street Families and maybe smuggling is what I suspect them to do to earn some cash.
The San Fierro Rifa is the Hispanic gang of San Fierro. They have territories in Cranberry Station, Doherty Garcia, King’s, Battery Point and a little ‘hood in the San Fierro Golf Club. Their leader T-Bone Mendez is involving them in drug trade, especially cocaine trade. Rumours are running about them too that they would split up in five or six sets. It will depend if they control the little territory mentioned above at the San Fierro Golf Club. If they control it, the set name for it would be approximately, the San Fierro Golf Club Rifa. One other would be the Garcia Rifa’s. Another one would be called the Cranberry Station Rifa’s. One other would be the King’s Rifa’s and the ones in Doherty would be called the Doherty Rifa’s. Finally, the last one would be called the Battery Point Rifa’s. It would not surprise me that they would be making drugs to earn money.
The Da Nang Boys, which is the Vietnamese gang of San Fierro, control the ‘hoods around the docks and the bay. They control Easter Basin and Esplanade North. Rumours are saying that they would split up in two sets. One called the Easter Basin Boys and the other one the Esplanade North Boys. They are at war with the local Triad named the San Fierro Triads. Their leader, who was killed in a cargo ship in the San Fierro bay, was bringing a massive number of Da Nang Boys to San Andreas. I suspect them to do smuggling, with their cargo ship, to earn cash and they have an interest in protection which is another way for them to make money.
The San Fierro Triads is known to be close allies to the Orange Grove Street Families and Varrios Los Aztecas. They have two great enemies. Their arch enemy, the Da Nang Boys and the three Mafia Families in Las Venturas called the Leone Mafia Family, the Sindacco Brothers and the Forelly Family. They are split in two sets called the Red Gecko Tong managed by Shuck Fu Ran Fa Li assisted by Su Xi Mu called Suzie and the Mountain Cloud Boys operated by Wu Zi Mu called Woozie. The Red Gecko Tong seems to have a sub-gang named the Blood Feather Triad. They operate in Las Venturas at the Four Dragon Casino but their main operations are in Chinatown. Their San Fierro ‘hoods are, naturally, Chinatown, Calton Heights and a little part in King’s. I suspect them to bet money, gamble money, earn money from their casino and use the money they stole at the Caligula’s casino to make some little extra cash.
The Leone Mafia Family have, like the Sindacco Brothers and the Forelli Family, a stack at the Caligula’s casino and is fighting for the casino control over two other families named the Sindacco Brothers and the Forelli Family. The Sindacco Brothers have an abattoir in White Wood Estates and want to be good friends with the Leone Mafia Family. Salvator Leone, the boss of the Leone Mafia Family, wants them to pay $5 000 000 or else there would be no alliance. Johny Sindacco, the son of the boss of the Sindacco Brothers, is the sub-boss of his family. The Forelli Family, which we don’t see the boss too often, especially in San Andreas, is only trouble for the Leon Mafia Family since they don’t seem to stop to send goons to kill Salvator Leone. Ken Rosenburg, which in 1986 was working for the Sindacco in Vice City, got caught in the job of being the guy in the middle of those three mobs families, right after getting out of his rehabilitation, and he’s fearing that one family hit one other to get attacked himself. I don’t envy him being a lawyer. Since they are Mafia, I guess they make Mafia things to earn cash.
The Russian Mafia, which its main activities are in Los Santos, is making business with the Ballas in the weapons trade. They are currently specializing into drug dealing. Their true leader which is not in San Andreas but in Russia right now the control of the Russians in the hands of a guy named Andrei. He seems to know a lot more about your parents than what he’ll say. Their drug dealer in chief, Vladimir Smirnof, is the right hand of Vladimir. They seem to be, somehow, allies to the Cuban Flames which I suspect to be a sub-gang of the Cuban gang located in Vice City which are specializing into the Love Juice selling.
In this second document, you found over all the information I could gather about the other gangs. In the third one, you will find places of interest were we could expand with its pros and cons.”
When I finished reading over the second document, I was surprised that he had done it in one night. I put this document in my desk, under the first one and started to read the third one but I was interrupted. The man who irrupted in the room followed by Shell armed wanted to talk to me.
“Mister Holmes or should I say Flyll?” said the stranger who seamed familiar.
“Yes. How did you know my true name?” I asked him saying to Shell right after, “Get out Shell. I don’t need you right now”.
“I am your son, dad,” he said when Gastro departed my room, “Hi”.
“Steve?” I asked, “Did you take care of number I?”
“Unfortunately not,” he said with difficulties, “They discovered the trick at the shack in North Rock and my identity”.
“That’s good to see you!” I exclaimed with a strange happiness, “I missed you these past months”.
“We must get ride of them, as soon as possible!” he exclaimed angry, “They must die for what they have done”.
“I know, I know. We will take care of them when the time will be appropriated,” I said trying to calm him.
“Do you have a plan?” he asked full of hope.
“Yes, I have one,” I said happy to see him full of hope and with a smile, “I will explain my plan to you tomorrow, though”.
“Good night, dad” he said walking towards the door.
“Good night, Steve,” I simply replied to him impatient to read the other document so that my reading session would finish.
When he departed my room, I took the document and started to read it hoping not to be interrupted. Here’s what the third one had to say:
“As you know, we are basically in a cul-de-sac in this ‘hood. We need to expand out of the Last Dime Motel. There’s a list of interesting place that we could buy or take over to expand with their pros and cons.
The first one would be beneficial in two ways. We could try to get a stack in the Four Dragon Casino. We would have expanded but we would have made one ally which is the only San Fierro gang present in Las Venturas. The gang I am talking about is the San Fierro Triads. Being their allies would mean that we would four more enemies. The Da Nang Boys, the Leone Mafia Family, the Sindacco Brothers and the Forelli Family as enemies would not be fun.
We could also expand in the ‘hood way in Rockshore West or into Randolph Industrial Estate. Expanding our territories in Rockshore West would be giving benefits like having a more great influence, allowing us to have more gang members, having a more large ‘hood to recruit people. The problem would be that it would attract the police attention towards us. Expanding in Randolph Industrial Estate would be a good occasion to be able to hide stuff like drugs and illegal things.
The last idea I have is to expand in Los Santos in the Town Hall. Expanding into Town Hall would have two benefices’ opportunities. We would be close to the commercial area and we would be close to Roboi’s Food Mart. The bad thing is that expanding there would approach us to the police since the police precinct in north-east of our zone of expand. The cop precinct is in Pershing Square.
This third document which was small explained to you my opinions of those interesting places. The fourth one will talk of some guys we could try to get in contact to recruit them.”
After reading this third document, bored as hell, I got even more bored when I did read that there was a fourth document. I putted the document under the two others and started to read this on. Here’s what this document had to say:
“As you know, we are currently low on cash and we have Cesar and Kendl’s kids with us. Here is a little list of people that you could contact to try to recruit them to help us greatly
Maxe Layne aged of 28 years is a weapon dealer that can arrange you weapons deals at a discounted price. He’s usually found walking around Prickle Pine or you can call him at 000-999-666
Marnia La’Costa aged of 19 years is a woman specializing into cars, bikes, boats, planes and helicopters deals. She can get you discounted price if you get in good terms with her. There are some rumors saying that everyone she got in good terms with never wanted to reveal what they did together. It makes some thinking. Another rumor says that she’s still waiting the guy that will be her big boss. It might be you? What I have to say is simple. Try your chance and see. She’s usually waiting for the man at the Last Dime Motel somewhere in one of these rooms or you can call her at 069-069-069. I think, personally, that her number phone explains itself, if you understand what I mean.
Bob Racklift aged of 45 years is a good guy to get in good terms when we want to have easy drug deals. He can get you discounted prices. It seems Cesar contacted him to buy the Pound of Crystal Meth. You can find in White Wood Estates or you can call him at 954-644-142.
Helen Wankin aged of 31 years has been into babysitter job for over ten years. We can say she’s a professional. You can find her in Rockshore West or you can call her at 555-704-747.
This was a little of useful people around Las Venturas. The fifth document.... Nah! I’m joking! There’s no document left at all. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask me, then.”
I was happy since I finally finished reading these documents. I hided it under the three others and someone knocked at my door. I opened it to see Shell, Blackman and McDermott waiting for me. I was about to open my mouth to say something when I saw something funny. The ten Mexicans were making some drills created by Shell and Blackman a little bit hardened by McDermott. I laughed loud enough to attract their attention. Shell and the two others made the same when the Mexicans stared at me with big eyes.
Then I heard and saw some trucks called Packers arriving to deliver us our Moonbeams and our Brass Knuckles we’ve been waiting for. The Moonbeams were painted black like Blackman asked to them at the cell phone and the Brass Knuckles too, to add some fantasy. We then stashed the weapons in my chambers’ wardrobe and parked the Moonbeams into the parking. Without any reasons, while I was walking up the stairs to go back to get some sleep, I slipped and my face touched the ground so hard that I fainted. When I woke up, I saw that my three guys were watching at me with a little thing in their eyes like if they feared something. I tried to get up only to fail my moves. McDermott and Blackman helped me to sit down and I asked them what happened. They simply answered me that I slipped and fainted which I saw on their faces was just a big lie. I didn’t insist though.
“How are the guys?” I asked them trying to change the subject and to calm the atmosphere.
“The guys?” asked Shell.
“The Mexicans Blackman recruited for us yesterday night while all of us were f*cking sleeping!” I yelled angry.
“They are doing pretty good. They found it a little bit strange that you fainted to a stair slip though,” said McDermott looking all over my room.
“Why do you look all over my room Allen?” I asked him like if he was an old friend to me.
“No reasons. Just looking what your room looks like. That’s all,” he said surprised I noticed what he was doing with a little bit of weirdness in is tone.
“Ok. Calm down. There’s no need to be nervous like that,” I calmly replied to him looking in his eyes sleepy.
I fainted again...
When I woke up three hours later, Blackman was waiting for me to wake up, with some documents and some clothes. He had already putted on the gang clothes he mentioned in the first document, the two others, Shell and McDermott, too plus the ten Mexicans. He gave me the clothes and got out the time I put them on and entered again when I asked him to. Then he gave me the documents. Once again, there was not only one of them. Those were more scientific documents that I supposed he made in the three hours I slept. One of them was less scientific but it seemed to be more like a diary than a document. There were some documents about the past. These were history or historical documents to be more precise. I picked the one that looked like a diary to see, at my great surprise, that it was the diary of General Manning alias number XXVIII. Here’s what the diary had to say:
“January 17, 1985
I am now a general in the army and I am enjoying being called General Manning. We’re trying to search some volunteers to make one or two experiments on them. My superiors also seam to fear a little group of terrorist growing up in numbers around Bone County and Tierra Robada.
January 23, 1985
We found someone, stupid enough, to accept to be used as an experimental subject. His name his Brian Johnson and he’s one of the OG’s of the Orange Grove Street Families. His OG name is BJ.
February 11, 1985
He leaved to go live in Vice City to see his cousin Lance Vance who’s known for his famous dance called the Lance Vance Dance.
March 23, 1985
He called us four minutes ago that he would come back in 1987. We have to for him then.
July 19, 1986
The terrorist group known to follow the Hitlerian theology and a little bit of the Roman old culture as grown enough to be able to attack the base. I must find a way to approach their leader.
September 27, 1986
We’ve been attacked by them near the Sherman Dam in a normal patrol after having been reported that some weird men were free roaming through the County.
December 5, 1987
Brian Johnson finally arrived from his trip to Vice City and rumors’ are saying he’s looking for us.
December 10, 1987
OG BJ is dead while we tried to insert in him the Red Mercury and the ZX103-5643-m²³ virus. We have to find a way to explain his death.
December 12, 1987
We have disguised some soldiers into Ballas and constructed a car named the Purple Burrito and dumped Brian’s body in Grove Street cul-de-sac.
This is the part one of my diary. If you want to know more, just look for them around San Andreas. Beware, that they are well defended, though.”
I now knew a little bit more about General Manning’s life. I wanted to know. I wanted to have all of the other diaries made by him. I knew that the letters “BJ” were not unfamiliar since I saw them somewhere. I putted in on my desk and started to read the first one containing scientific things and looking like a scientific one. It contained information about the Red Mercury. Here’s what this document had to say:
“The Red Mercury is a fictitious substance of uncertain composition used in the creation of nuclear and as variety of unrelated weapons systems. On the terrorist market, the prices for Red Mercury, which is lame imitation made by them with various red dyes or powders which have not a high value, is $500 000 per kilogram but before, the price ranged from $100 000 to $300 000. The substance has another name which is “oxide of Red Mercury”.
The researchers at the Los Alamos International Laboratory made some reports that this substance could anything that the Third World demagogue could want.
The Red Mercury is a super-conductive material used for producing high-precision conventional and nuclear bomb explosives, “Stealth” surfaces and self-guided warheads.
Some samples seized the police contained mercury oxide, mercury (II) iodide or mercury mixed with red dye only. In May 1984, the German authorities seized a Red Mercy sample which consisted of complex mixture elements, including 10% by weight plutonium with the remainder consisting of 61% of mercury, 11% antinomy, 6% oxygen, 2% iodine and 1.6% of gallium. A formula reported that the powder component of the mixture was Hg6Sb2O8, with some of the mercury present in its pure metallic form.
Another analysis made in 1988 with another sample of it reported that the Red Mercury was a non-radioactive mixture of elemental mercury, water and mercury iodide, which is a red colored chemical.
Another analysis of a sample found in Zangreb in November 1989 reported that it contained only mercury. They, then, came up with a new formula. The formula was Hg2Sb2O7, but no antinomy was detected in this sample.
Another substance was found, devoid of nuclear purpose, which was speculated to be mercury sulphide (cinnabar), mercury (II) iodide, mercury antinomy oxide (Hg2Sb2O7,), or any other red-colored compound.
In Great Britain, in 1990, two men named Kent Paul and Maccer, because they were suspected to be trying to buy one kilo of Red Mercury for £300 000. Those two guys are the ones who supplied the San Andreas army of the Red Mercury though. After this incident, the International Atomic Energy Agency made a statement dismissing claims that the substance exist for real.
A claim, supported by Samuel Cohen, the “father of the neutron bomb”, explained that the substance was a highly explosive chemical known as ballotechnic. He also claims that the Soviet scientist perfected the use of Red Mercury and used it to produce a number of softball-sized “pure fusions” bombs weighting as little as 10lb which is 4.5kg. According to Cohen, Dr. Frank Barnaby, a veteran nuclear weapon designer, conducted interviews with a Russian scientist who told him that the substance was produced by dissolving mercury antimony oxide in mercury, heating and irradiating the resultant amalgam and the elemental mercury through evaporation.
In Russia, the name “Red Mercury” is a code name to describe enriched Lithium-6 since the 1950s in the USSR nuclear weapons program.
This substance is described as a “highly pure rare-earth element” it is claimed to be the basis of a “structural bond energy release” (SBER) device. This technology, if you use two kilos of it, can give you a ten-kiloton explosion.
The Red Mercury is also said to be “a legendary alloy that reflects 100% of neutrons” and “an urban legend among scientists”.
This was a little scientific document of what is the Red Mercury.”
“Hey! I’m not a military scientist. I’m a military soldier!” I yelled.
“No you’re true but you’re not soldier too. You are a gang leader now,” he said.
“Ah... Sigh....” I sighed bored of reading.
“There’s a document I made about the Hitlerian theology and Roman old culture of the terrorist group and a document about the XZ103-5643-m²³ virus,” he said to get me even more bored.
I started to read the short document, which was really short, about the virus. Here’s what the document had to say:
“The XZ103-5643-m²³ virus is a virus invented by the scientists at the military base in Bone County. The virus is known to react well with any mercury elements and its formula is H2O9. We don’t know any thing else. Only the creators of the virus could answer all our questions.
This was a very long document presented to you by Gast Blackman.”
“Are you finished to be playing with me, stupid pendejo?” I yelled at him attracting Allen and Gastro into my room.
“What’s happening here?” asked Shell.
“Nothing. There’s f*cking nothing!” I yelled again.
They both quitted my chamber and I started to read the last document which was short too. Here’s what was written on the document:
“As you surely know what Adolf Hitler did in the World War II, I guess I don’t have to tell you deeply what the terrorist group do. They make the Hitlerian salute, they think they are from the superior ethnic, they kill anyone who’s of an inferior ethnic, etc...
For the old Roman culture they are practicing, I have more information to learn you. They respect an old Roman calendar system which is old from before the Christ. The year said “Romulus” counted 304 days which happens all the five years for them. It’s at the time of Tarquis or Numa that the years got from 304 days to 355 days separated in 12 months. They added sometimes, a thirteenth month of 22 days to be able to keep up with the sun system. The Roman months, until the true Jules Caesar, were like this:
March in honour of the God of war March.
Aprilis from the Latin word “aperire” meaning open or the earth is opening.
Maius from the Latin word “majus” which means more bigly consecrated to Jupiter.
Junius in honour of the woman Junia.
Quintilis which means fifth.
Sextilis which means sixth.
September which means seventh.
Ocotber which means eight.
November which means ninth.
December which means tenth.
Januarius from the God Janus, who with his two heads, look in front and behind of him.
Februarius from Februa which is a purificator Holiday.
Mercedonius which is coming from the planet Mercury which is a month of 22 days.
After the assassination of Jules Caesar in 44 BC, the month Quintilis got named Julius which is our July. After the death of Augustus, another Roman emperor, the month Sextilis got called Augustus to be called later August.
The thirteenth month was starting after the 23rd day of Februarius for 22 days and at the end of those days, the Februarius month continued as normally with the 24th and so on until a new year started.
Each month were separated like this:
The first day of the month was called day of Calendes.
From the second one to the fifth one or the seventh one those days were called days before Nones.
The fifth or the seventh day was called the Nones.
From the fifth day or seventh day to the twelfth day was called Day before the Ides.
The twelfth was called “Vigil” of the Ides.
The thirteenth one was named the Ides (full moon).
From the fourteenth to the twenty-ninth or the thirty-one was named the days before the Calendes.
The twenty-ninth or thirty-one was named the “Vigil” des Calendes.
This is what complete this set of documents, thanks for reading until this far.”
“What are you trying to mean with all those old things, amigo?” I asked.
“I want to open your eyes about the terrorist group known as the thirty conspirators” he said.
“What?” I asked him confused.
“General Manning was number XXVIII, right? You are number XXX, right? Well in fact you took the places of these two guys who you killed,” he said with a loud tone.
“Can we talk of this tomorrow? I’m tired. I want to get some sleep,” I said getting under the blankets of my bed.
“Sleep well boss. I’m will do as you said. I’ll speak of this with you tomorrow,” he said getting out.
This is how my first official day as a gang leader ended.
Loco Syndicate - Big Smoke's Crack House
Chapter Fourteen – One of Them Was in the Army - Part. 7
August 1th, 1991 – 09:24
When I woke up, the other day, with a big headache which I supposed was because of my reading from the other day, I prepared myself something to eat and joined the others outside. They were playing hockey and needed someone else to make two teams of seven men. The game was pretty fun and my team won ten to zero because of my ten goals and because of the twenty saves made by Blackman. We left ourselves to go in our rooms to get warmth up a little bit. By the time, I had two ideas. One was concerning the Gallon of Love Juice and the other one was concerning a matter which was more important that even the most intelligent guy on earth would not be able to guess it.
After some hours of unwanted sleep, I joined Blackman, Shell and McDermott who were talking of random things, in the motel parking.
“Que pasa vato, dese' putas be' runnin' 'round our varrio,” I said pointing two suspicious guys looking around breaking and kicking objects around.
“Guys!” he yelled at our boys, “Get rid of these punks!”
“Who are dese’ putas?” asked Shell.
“I don’t know. Maybe some new eses in the varrio,” McDermott said pulling out his Brass Knuckle and going to help our boys.
“This McDermott is acting strangely,” I mumbled to myself thinking of what I should do first.
“Me pregunto si sabemos que estos hombres,” said Shell to Blackman.
“Me too I wonder if we know them,” replied Blackman after a few minutes looking at the scene.
“Perdone?” I asked them knowing I missed something.
“Nothing,” they both replied going to the discussion which turned into a brawl.
As I followed them, I noticed these eses were from the Cuban Flames. I then yelled at all of them to stop fighting and asked them to go in their rooms while I would speak with them. I took them apart under a stair where no one would spy on us and where the snow would not reach us and they told me about the Gallon of Love Juice I had.
“We know that you have a Gallon of Love Juice,” one of them said.
“Really? How?” I asked them trying to play with them a little bit.
“A BUYSAG squadron stole one of them and while we were driving around Blueberry…” started to say the second one.
“We found the same squadron and we raided it to find some documents which mentioned that they planned to give it to the Last Dime Motel Eses,” completed the first one.
“I guess that you want it volver?” I asked to them.
“What?” the second one asked.
“Back. I guess you want it back?” I asked them again.
“Yes. If you don’t want, we can negotiate,” the first one said.
“Negociaciones?” I asked thinking of something.
“Yes. We could do a negotiate it,” said the first one again.
“If I give you the Gallon of Love Juice, you must give me some AK-47’s,” I said thinking it was a good deal.
“Alright. Come at the Randolph Industrial Estate so we can do business,” said the second one.
“By the way, my name is Rico Mesquez and his is Mauricio Ferreira,” said the second guy.
“Alright then. See you later,” I said leaving them.
I joined McDermott and the two others and asked for a gang meeting.
“Today, we’re going to be more rich and we’re going to get some AK-47’s,” I said trying to be like the most happy guy of the world.
“How?” asked Del Passo.
“Vamos a comercio el tráfico de drogas que tenemos a los cubanos Llamas,” I replied to him seeing a smile on his face.
“The Cuban Flames? The gang coming from Vice City? The gang which is supplying San Andreas with the Love Juice drogas?” asked Hazer.
“Yes, this one,” I answered him expecting to get another question which was not asked.
“Where is the meeting?” asked Shell and Del Passo at the same time.
“Randolph Industrial Estate,” I replied, “We are already expected so we might leave now”.
“All of us?” asked Hazer.
“Yes. Now let’s go,” I said getting in my Moonbeam.
We drove to the meeting and made the trade. We now had some AK-47’s and $360 more in our bank. I stayed a little bit more with Ferreira and Mesquez only to get a bad surprise. The cops arrived busting us. The others were gone.
“Jason Flyll?” said the captain of the assault who was walking to me.
“Yes?” I asked surprised he knew my name.
“You remember me?” he asked, “We were in the same class in High School”.
“No, I don’t know you,” I said trying to make understand to the two others not to try anything foolish with some eyes signs.
“You were always beating me up when we were alone,” he said, “I’m Jonny Lewis”.
“I still don’t remember anything about you,” I replied to him.
“That’s a pity that I’m a cop and that you’re a gang banger,” he said, “I’m going to make you pay for what you’ve done. Get him in the car with the two others”.
We headed to the Las Venturas precinct only to begin a hell of a story.
Loco Syndicate - Big Smoke's Crack House
Chapter Fifteen – One of Them Was in the Army - Part. 8
August 1th, 1991 – 18:26
The room was all dark and scary. I was alone in this special cell gave to me by this Jonny Lewis. At least, that’s what I thought until I heard a familiar voice. I did not take care of it since a guard was approaching with my supper. It consisted of sardines, red potatoes, eggs, milk, oysters and shrimps. I found it weird that they gave me all of this. The guard gave me a note, before leaving me alone in this dark room.
“I know who you are and where you are. This weird supper is to help you escape. I also have someone in there to help you.
I was all confused of this because of this cop wanting revenge, this weird supper, the person inside to help me and this BJ. I ate the food which was delicious and was preparing myself to return to sleep when I heard the same voice.
“I know you and your parents, Jason,” said the voice echoing through the piece, “Just follow my instructions. Head to the door where the guard entered and try to find the ventilation shaft. It is supposed to be on the right near the ground.”
I obeyed him and found the ventilation shaft.
“Now, enter it. Continue straight and take the second way which goes to the right.”
I made what it said me to do.
“Try to find the switch which is at the other side of the room. To help you, there are some matches, on the floor, to your right.”
I took the matches and made my way to the end of the room. I found the switch and used it. The lights opened up at the same time making an old mechanical noise.
“Now, find me!” yelled the voice.
I looked over at piece. When I looked at the top left corner, my heart sank. General Manning was sitting here smoking a Cuban cigar looking at me. He was pretty wounded.
“General Manning!” I yelled to my great surprise, surprised to see him alive.
“Yes, it is me…” he mumbled taking a smoke of his cigar.
“How? How are you still alive?” I asked confused ready to fight.
“Calm down. I’m not your enemy. I am your ally. I’m working with BJ to get you out of here,” he said looking at me in the eyes, “I have the Red Mercury and the virus inside me too.”
“Impossible! I saw your diary!” I yelled at him.
“The first part I suppose. The one that Blackman stole… Well, I should say the one I gave to him,” he corrected himself.
“Yes. I saw it,” I said to him sitting down on the cold floor.
“In the second part, it is mentioned that there’s an error about the project. The correction is that there are three volunteers’. Me, you and Brian Johnson,” he said finishing his cigar.
“We are the only two alive,” I mumbled trying to make order in my head for all that information.
“No!” he yelled, “Brian Johnson is still alive. You know him under the letters “BJ”. He’s working with me to track down these twenty-eight enemies to San Andreas.”
“We are four, in fact,” I said happy having contradicted him, “My son was and is still tracking them.”
“Oh sh*t!” he yelled, “I forgot about him. He’s the fourth one! I hope I wrote it in of my diaries!”
“What!” I yelled, being late reacting about BJ’s identity, “I thought you guys dumped him in Grove Street cul-de-sac in Ganton!”
“That’s true. Could we talk of this later? We should already be out of here,” he said walking to a door I did not notice before.
He opened the door which leaded outside. I followed him and ran to my Moonbeam which was parked here. It was parked here, since we were in the police garage. General Manning entered the car in the back seats and we drove in front of the cop precinct to see a terrible scene. Our guys were being outnumbered by the cops. They were trying to get me back and planned out an attack with our new AK-47’s. I drove the Moonbeam close to the battle and yelled at them to retreat which they obeyed immediately. After a while, I saw the two eses from the Cuban Flames going out and I reversed at them and they got in the car. When we reached the motel, with more fears than wounds, they left us and returned to San Fierro while we were barricading the place expecting a police reply.
Later in the night, during my patrol duty, I saw a black Moonbeam arriving at full speed with a driver and a passenger. They got out of the car. At my great surprise, it was my soon and Brian Johnson. I tried to say something but before I could open my mouth I got caught by an unpleasant wound; a 9mm bullet in the right feet. The cops were here wanting their revenge.
Loco Syndicate - Big Smoke's Crack House
Chapter Seventeen – One of Them Was in the Army - Part. 10
August 1th, 1991 – 21:17
I quickly reached my room to take my Brass Knuckle and my AK-47, ordering the others to do the same thing and to line up the cars to make a roadblock to prevent the cops to break through and to enter the motel parking. We killed the one who shot at me to see, right after, some reinforcement arriving. We took cover behind our Moonbeams and the shootout broke over. We were heavily outnumbered but we had many places to take cover which could provide us many places of ambush. The fight seemed lost when two more cops cars and a SWAT Enforcer. We had killed five cops at the time. When Jonny Lewis arrived with three guys from the SWAT, one minute later, because of their additional firepower, we were ready to retreat. As we were about to do this, one of the Moonbeam exploded wounding Del Passo and Hazer Vialpando.
One hour later, in my room, we were still fighting them. All hopes of victory seemed lost, until we heard some explosions. Some Aztecas were here to help us. Their shots destroyed the SWAT Enforcer and one of the three cop cars. When all of them were death, Jonny made a run for himself and we didn’t manage to catch him. I supposed he fled to the police station. The Aztecas helpers were; Hazer, a new in the gang called Raymound and a retired veteran who returned into the gang named Hazzer. There was two positive points with this attack. The cops we weak and we could go for Jonny if we launched a well prepared attack on the precinct. When the Aztecas left us to return to El Corona in Los Santos, we all voted to prepare an attack. It was time to return the ball. We would attack at night and two teams would go through the two door entrance while two teams would go by the garage. One other team would wait in the streets serving as a backup team if necessary.
At 21 o’clock, we launched the attack. Team Alpha composed of Hazer Vialpando, Ammigo Del Passo and Puesto Muerte would take the main entrance. Team Bravo would take the service entrance. This team would be composed of Flames Ole, Oracles Ole and Riches Muerda. The team called Coca-Cola, because they argued between Coca and Cola, would take the garage entrance and go to the elevator. This one would be made of Mucho Muerde, Gastro Shell and Gast Blackman. My team, called the Delta team, would take the garage entrance and clean up the garage. Orales Oye and Odel Passo were my comrades. The last team, consisting of my son, Steve Flyll, and General Manning would wait outside waiting to be needed as backup. This one would be called the Elite team.
When we took out the guards of the garage, posting me in the last underground level, Oye on the first underground level and Passo on the entrance level, we gave the signal to team Alpha and team Bravo to start their part of the assault. After this, I tried to get in contact with team Coca-Cola.
“Team Coca-Cola? I repeat. Team Coca-Cola?” I said through the Walkie-Talkie we found on the dead bodies of the cops and SWAT guys.
I got no answers. At the time, I thought they were fighting.
“Team Delta?” asked the voice of Steve.
“Team Elite. What’s the status?” I asked hoping good news.
“Team Coca-Cola got wiped out by this Jonny Lewis,” he said with a sad tone.
The communication got cut off before I could say anything.
For team Alpha, everything was successful. For team Bravo, it was the complete opposite. They were pinned down and needed help. This is where team Elite introduced itself in the show. When they killed at least all of them and cornered the remaining ones near the Sheriff office, we reunited all of us there and killed all of them but one.
“Please! Don’t kill me!” he yelled horrified to get killed by a gang that took over the police station, “We can deal like proper gentlemen!”
“What you want to deal?” I said with a joking tone, “The police station?”
“Yes! I give you the entire station at a cost of $300!” he yelled begging for his life, “This is my last action as a Sheriff since I’m going to quit out soon.”
“Wow!” I whistled surprised to get this offer, “An entire police station for $300 only to stay alive! Well then… You’ve got yourself a deal. How about I make you chief of the security?”
“Thanks!” he said kissing my hand like if I was a sort of mafia Don or something, “I accept. I hope it will help me to help my family.”
I gave him $300 out of $350 I had in my right pocket. We were pretty beaten up, at the time, and we didn’t bother about going back to the motel. As a result of it, we slept in our “gang” station.