It's been exactly 8 fortnights since that quiet night at Los Santos International. The night of victory. The silence proved victory at least that's what we thought. We thought there was victory because the Airport was claimed, and not many people bothered us. Until, Total War broke out.
My friend and I were in a biker crew then. The crew had claimed control of Los Santos International. We were assigned to protect LSI by any means necessary.
Recently, I had bought a Rhino Tank. The amazing Over-Powered Beast that can make people rage so easily. My friend had bought a Tank the day before I had.
We put our minds together and decided to use our tanks to secure the Airport. It was then a Restricted Airspace to those not in the Biker Crew.
Together, we shot down 12 Planes, 8 Helicopters, and blew up 31 cars.
We were dominating.
All was well, until my friend lagged out and the session quickly filled up afterwards. I had only one thing on my mind - I was alone, and I was not going down without a fight.
It was hard to protect the whole airport.
Without my friend, I shot down 6 planes, 1 helicopter, and blew up 3 cars.
I was STILL dominating...until the moment. The moment I knew I was dead.
You could hear the roaring from miles away. The roaring sound of a P-996 Lazer. It's almost deafening when you know that the pilot is only there for 1 reason - To Kill You!
I quickly (as quick as a tank can go) made my way to Devin Weston's Hangar. I knew my mission - take down the Jet!
I knew my plan ahead of time. In order for the Jet to ensure it would shoot the tank, it would have to get low and slow its speed to shoot directly into the hangar. Boy was I right. I took the shot. I blew the jet out of the sky.
That is where things went wrong. The guy in the jet got mad and set a $9000 Bounty on me. Everyone knew I was the target. When I finally decided it was safe to exit the hangar, there were 2 other tanks. 1 on each side of me. They had set themselves Off-The-Radar.
The tanks didn't team up against me as I thought they would. They started battling each other. Most likely, they were battling for the bounty, but I would never find out, and I still don't know to this day.
I slowly back into the hangar once again when I hear the roaring once again. I see a very large explosion outside of the hangar. I look at the Bottom-Left Corner only to see that the person in the jet was my friend, who had finally got back into the session.
Only. We didn't win this battle. The last thing I remember is a Bright Orange-Red Light, then the explosion. We had an airstrike called on us.
It turns out the guy who called the airstrike, he was from an enemy Biker Crew. We had just lost the MOST important location to the crew. This was the location where all of the gun deals went down.
We traded guns with the enemy crew a few times and we had plans in case they had set us up.
But now, the whole area was theirs. We couldn't place Snipers on the roofs, have Buzzards and Annihilators patrol the Area or have guards scattered about anymore.
We were kicked from the crew. The crew fell in the following days and now no longer exists.
This took place when I was level 28. Now, I'm 101.