Build Up Your Gang v2

[johnson.]

A New Beginning

 

In the Beginning: There where seven gangs the $$H pretty well ran the city the Triads where allied with the Leone Family Mafia, the Diablos where keeping behind these two and trying to stay in the game. The Leones where fighting on 2 frotns the $$H and the Diablos. the Yakuz followed behind the four and behind the Yakuza where the Yardies and then the Cartel, the Cartel where new to the city. That all happned before the attacks on the Love Media Buildings. Soon after mayor Neotrix was assaninated The city was in panic riots in the streets the gangs thought it was a time to gain new terrortories the city went onto lockdown no one was aloud on the streets or they would be takin to the big house. I was running towards Hepburn Hights it was a total mess the apartments where torched people lying dead in the streets cars driving over people people ransacking stores, the Ammunations the owners where murderd and the cops where taking the stores over to make sure there where no more guns on the streets we where only left with our hands our bats and our knives. The streets where flooded with blood (not litteraly) the gangs would only find out after the riots that they would lose more men in one war then any other. I had slashed a Diablo neck open and turned around and had the side of my head pounded in by someguy i droped to the grond uncounsious.

 

One Month Later......

 

A new Beggining: I sat in the streets warned by Don Salvitore never to retunr to his hood again only if i wanted to end my life. After returning from the hospital to see Salvitor he seemed fine about eveything we sat there listening to the music from the grand piano. I had gotten up to get another drink of whisky i turned around and one of his guards was pointing a pistol in my face.

¨John you cost me some of my turf and alot of my men! But im not gonna kill you never return here only if you are going to end your life! now get out of my face!¨

I ran out to my Sentinal and drove away days later i was evected from my apartment. I had no where to go i needed money, so i went over to Kenji's casino to roll so dice. I walked into the casino and saw a sign posted over the cashing machines. ¨Going out of Buissnes¨ i aproched the cashing machines and exchanged my money for chips i had about $50,000 i walked towards the blackjack table i sat down next to 2 other people playing at the table they finished there game. The dealer dealt the cards i had a a Qween and a King ¨Place your bet¨ said the dealer, i put a $25,000 bet i looked at the man next to me he placed his chips down i then looked at the women on the other side of me, she then folded the dealer played his cards he had a 7 of hearts and another 7 ¨14!¨ he yelled then placed another card it was the king of clubs ¨Bust!¨ hey screamed then the next player fliped his face down card over he had a Qween of diamonds and a 9 ¨19!¨ he then said ¨stay¨ i fliped my winning cards over and i was $50,000 richer i got up and walked over to the slot machines with a big sign over it saying Jackpot $467,5325 and th signs numbers where rising higher. I grabed a chip and placed it in the slot machine and pulled the lever the spiners spun then the first spiner stoped ¨jackpot¨ it said then the next one stoped ¨jackpot¨ then the next ¨cherry¨ i grabed another chip and placed it in the slot agian and pulled the lever ¨jackpot¨ then the next one stoped ¨jackpot¨ then the next ¨jackpot¨ then sirens rang buzzers buzzed and attention drew to me i droped my chp bucket on the ground and raised my hands before i realized it it wasnt the police i had won the jackpot i was aproched by the casino floor manager ¨Sir please come with me¨ he said. i followed him to the casino owners office

 

¨So you have won the jackpot?¨ he said ¨uhh ya can i just get my money and get out of here?¨ i asked ¨Let me make a deal with you, i am Yakuza Owabun of the gang and this casino is closing and i am moving to Vice City for personal reasons¨ he said ¨What are you getting at¨ i said ¨Ok im going to give you this casino and $100,0000 of the prize money is that a deal?¨ he told me with a grin ¨Uhhhh ok good i already have my things packed adn ill be out of your hair right now¨ he said while grabign his things and walking out the door ¨Ohh before i forget there is the deed on the desk sign it and the place will be yours¨ I walked towards the desk and grabed the deed and signed it soon the casin and i had fallin asleep in the desk chair.

 

To be countinued.........

[Chunky Lee Chong]

You can give fattie Roast Pecking Duck.

[RearEndCollision]

@CLC - Done, and Done.(Make sure he participates )

 

@Johnson - I'm not gonna take off for spelling and grammar this time, but next time do a spelling and grammar check(in word) first, because it makes life easier for me. You earned $16 for your gang.

[Termination Terminator]

This is not a story. This is a suggestion.

 

I suggest that once a BUYG topic reaches 5 pages, you start a new BUYG topic, just let REC copy and paste his first post into another topic and we start like that again. That way, we won't have to go through 2,047 pages like in the old BUYG topic that Neomatrix made. Then, you just request deletion for the 5 page BUYG topic and pin the new BUYG topic. That way, BUYG will flow more smoothly. Just a suggestion...

 

~TT

[Antinark]

BITCH! SIGN ME UP!

 

Leone or Yakuza, your pick.

 

I betcha Neotrix is foaming in his B& grave, he got pissed off at the creators of the last two BUYG's because they didn't ask permission to create it.

 

-Kill Whitey!

[Termination Terminator]

Choose a position.

 

@REC:.. I'm going to post another story tomorrow.

[RearEndCollision]

Neotrix doesn't have rights to it anymore since he's banned. And Anti, you have to choose your own position.

 

@TT - Good idea, but too much hastle for what it's worth. If I was led-by of GTA3 Gameplay then maybe, but otherwise, no.

[Antinark]

I'm taking Hyaku Dojo, Yakuza.

 

bitch -Kill Whitey!

[RearEndCollision]

I'm taking Hyaku Dojo, Yakuza.

 

bitch

-Kill Whitey!

Done, and Done. And, for your storys the post wrapper better not appear or it's a loss of money.

[Jonny_Tightlips]

Hye man, sign me up for LFM, with Sex Club 7.

[RearEndCollision]

Hye man, sign me up for LFM, with Sex Club 7.

Done, and Done.

[Antinark]

I'm taking Hyaku Dojo, Yakuza.

 

bitch

-Kill Whitey!

Done, and Done. And, for your storys the post wrapper better not appear or it's a loss of money.

Why, it fits in the theme so well.

 

Yakuza hate caucasians. -Kill Whitey!

[RearEndCollision]

Why, it fits in the theme so well.

 

Yakuza hate caucasians.

-Kill Whitey!

I've said my part, and it's your call from here on out.

[Antinark]

Why, it fits in the theme so well.

 

Yakuza hate caucasians.

-Kill Whitey!

I've said my part, and it's your call from here on out.

You can't expect me to drop my awesome post wrapper just for you!

 

what if i incorporate it into the story.

 

"An as Gajinn turned the corner, a crazy yardie stormed out screaming 'Kill Whitey'"

-Kill Whitey!

[Termination Terminator]

Why, it fits in the theme so well.

 

Yakuza hate caucasians.

-Kill Whitey!

I've said my part, and it's your call from here on out.

You can't expect me to drop my awesome post wrapper just for you!

 

what if i incorporate it into the story.

 

"An as Gajinn turned the corner, a crazy yardie stormed out screaming 'Kill Whitey'"

-Kill Whitey!

Can someone tell me what the heck is going on here? It just doesn't make any sense.

 

~TT

[RearEndCollision]

 

You can't expect me to drop my awesome post wrapper just for you!

Actually, I can.

You will lose at least $5 for having it on there with your storys.

 

@TT - Don't worry about it.

[Maleficus]

Hey REC, I know we talked about it on AIM, I'm just posting here, requesting the internet Cafe for the Yakuza...

[RearEndCollision]

Hey REC, I know we talked about it on AIM, I'm just posting here, requesting the internet Cafe for the Yakuza...

Done, and Done.

[Bossperson17]

Daily Log: “Salvatore’s Sex Club Finally Opened”

 

Well, this is my first entry in my daily log. Why do this? Well when the Leone Family’s are on top of Liberty City people will know where all the damn revenue started. Right here, with Boss. That’s right if we get to the top, I say screw Salvatore. I’d kill him just to take over this precious spot, who wouldn’t? What teen-age boy that grew up in Liberty City didn’t want to be apart of the mafia? I remember my father, Boss Sr., tried to play with Salvatore but he pissed him off in a ruined drug deal. I was 16, my mother was always either high on crack, or screwing around with those Triads so I didn’t have much of a mother figure. Then at 18, my dad got gunned down by some Triad bastard named “Chunky Lee Chong” a load of bullsh** if you ask me. Shortly after that, Salvatore Leone took me under his wing. His son Joey and I ran the hardcore streets together and we were moving up in the ranks faster than I could keep count. See, Salvatore is an intimidating figure to most people, but if you get to sit down and know him he seems kind of like a father; he sure as hell does to me.

Earlier on, I know I said I’d kill Salvatore if I could take over this whole mafia thing and I’m sticking to that. Soon after me and Salvatore clicked, I used my street smarts and education to plan out how Salvatore, Joey, Me, Toni Ciprianni, and even Ciprianni’s goddamned mother could make it to the top. First I set up some well timed bank heists, we must’ve robbed Liberty City Bank about 10 times, but we made a killing at it. We got so much money; we were able to build a front that was Ocean View. Since Salvatore was barely above everyone else in the group, we allowed him to live in it and essentially become our leader. The only reason we didn’t kill Salvatore right there, was out of respect from his father. His father was the real Don Salvatore Leone, but he went into a coma 6 months before the incident and gave the business outright to Salvatore.

After we had that set-up I made sure we could hire some real muscle. A guy named Luigi, a bomb specialist nicknamed 8-Bomb (by yours truly), and a guy that basically lived in an abandoned warehouse on the other side of town. His name was Claude I guess, but no one ever pays attention to him, he’s too arrogant. The next step I took was to give the Leone family a real street feel. What do common street bums like most? Sex. Sex sells, and it did back then too. “Salvatore’s Gentlemen’s Club” was the name, since Leone had some money floating around he had guys that would kill you for a dollar, or just to be sure their asses were saved for the next month or so. If you were muscle for Salvatore, strictly muscle he would probably use you for about a month, get paranoid, then have one of his henchmen kill you. Luckily, he never dared do that to me since he had such a guilty conscience.

As a token of Salvatore’s appreciation (and of course some pressure by Ciprianni and his son Joey) he gave me all the rights and business duty for his strip joint. I personally hit the streets and got the best whores Salvatore’s money could buy. Leone wasn’t a very rich man, but he had a lot of fake money. Bribes that hadn’t been paid, horse bets that resulted in the winner’s (if it wasn’t Salvatore’s Bet) horse being blown up, and then turned to paste. Salvatore was lucky the IRS wasn’t after his ass, and knowing eventually he’d lose count of all money operations and totally collapse the family I personally made sure I wouldn’t run business so horridly.

I’m not a very intimidating man, just ask the kids at Liberty City Elementary school, I went there acting all tough and sh*t, and the kids wouldn’t even run away. In fact, 2 of the little bastards planned to assault me….and succeeded. One little fat kid threw sand in my eyes; the other one kicked my shin until it was gushing blood. Even school boys aren’t intimidated by me, so I’m not the thug type. I told the stripper’s they’d be treated top of the line, no bullsh*t at all and they believed me.

That all leads us up to where we are now, the Club has just opened and the Triads and Cartel are gonna take notice no matter what Salvatore tries to say. His pushovers will believe “We’re the mafia, who will touch us?” line, but the guys who have sacrificed. The men who have lost family for the Leone families. We are the ones that know Liberty City will be turned upside down, and eventually one group will reign supreme.

[RearEndCollision]

Good job Bossperson you've gain $32 for your efforts.

[Termination Terminator]

If we live in different time zones, then how do we tell if it's one day to post another report? Like, in my time zone, it's one day, but probably in your time zone, it's still the same day. Then you probably won't give us the money... ect...

 

How? Or can you just change it to 2 reports per day????

 

~TT

[RearEndCollision]

If we live in different time zones, then how do we tell if it's one day to post another report? Like, in my time zone, it's one day, but probably in your time zone, it's still the same day. Then you probably won't give us the money... ect...

I'll just play it by ear, and if it's close, then I'll just give it to you, and I'll only start looking into things if it seems like I'm being taken advantage of.

[Maleficus]

Internet Café: Day One

 

The grand opening for the Café was being held today at noon. I imagined it was going to be fairly dull, for the most part, just nerds and geeks waiting to get inside and begin their gaming escapades. The highlight of the opening would probably be the mayor giving a short speech about how computers are the wave of the future. I arrived at 11, just to make sure everything was in order. The crowd slowly began to build, till it was finally about 20 people. A limo pulled up, and the Mayor got out, along with two body guards. It went exactly how I expected, with one difference.

 

Halfway through his speech a Mafia Sentinel sped around the corner, and began speeding down the rode. It slowed down, and that is when I noticed the windows rolling down. I shouted, “DRIVE-BY!” and dove to the ground. That’s when the sh*t hit the fan.

 

About 3 guys began spraying at the mayor and the café, while everyone else either followed my lead, or ran for their lives. The mayor ducked down behind the podium in front of him, but the shop was obliterated. I winced as I heard all the windows shattering, and countless computers and electronics being blown away. The whole drive-by probably only lasted about 45 seconds, but it seemed like a life time to me.

 

The sentinel sped off, and everyone began to come to their senses again. The mayor was escorted away by the 2 bodyguards, one of them shot in the arm. I quickly looked for the Yakuza members who’d been attending the opening. I found them; one of them dying on the ground, the other huddled around him, doing what they could to save his life. I ran over their and told them I could handle him, and told them to catch that Sentinel. They all hopped in a Yakuza Stinger, and sped off. The guy on the ground was shot in the throat, and was losing a lot of blood. I dialed a Yakuza member with medical training; he said he was on the way. I stood up and hoped they’d be able to save him. I looked around at my surroundings, which was engulfed in chaos, people running, people hunched over dying people, cars speeding to and fro, and that is when I noticed the café.

 

Every window was shattered. I stepped inside the door to see sparks shooting out of computers, monitors, and other electronic equipment. I went upstairs, and it was just the same. I slowly moseyed my way back outside, picked up the oversized Scissors, and cut the remnants of the red ribbon in front of the door.

 

“Great opening day,” I said to myself. I threw down the scissors, and hopped into my stinger, heading to Asuka’s Condo, to give her the bad news.

 

/Story

For the gang, I'd like to purchase the Katana and the Desert Eagle.

 

[Unfortunate]

Here's my story for the Triads. Disreguard that prelude I wrote on the first page.

 

 

 

The Beginning

 

The sound of an Uzi’s deafening gunshot was all that could be heard throughout the city of Trenton on the dark night of September 12th, 1996. Even out-of-town tourists knew that something was going down in the old “Krazy Kitty Food Factory” when a Herculean-sized fish van arrived at the facility. It was common knowledge that the notorious Triads crime organization had monopolized the fish food industry in Liberty City. The enormous van was met by a husky Asian man who was expecting to get the next batch of narcotics that were going to be shipped to every corner of the United States. What he got was a hollow-tipped bullet through the skull delivered by a masked-man wielding an Uzi semi-automatic.

 

The gunshot was much louder than the assailant had expected as several citizens and policeman came rushing over to the scene where the now dead Asian man was lying. The suspect’s over-sized van had already left the scene without so much as checking that their target was dead. Clearly, they were worried about someone spotting their license plate number which, ironically, is just what happened.

 

Chinatown, Liberty City

September 13th, 1999

 

“It’s done,” said an exhausted Chinese man.

 

The recently stated Chinese man’s name was Yu Kong. Yu worked for the Triad criminal organization as a hitman and so far was doing a fantastic job. He was very tall, at least six feet, and extremely skinny. Hardly the make of a hitman. At the moment, he was standing in the well-kept office of the legendary Triad warlord, Zhao Ming.

 

“Good. Now we can set in motion our next move,” said Zhao Ming.

 

Zhao was an aging old Chinese man you’d expect to see in a Kung-Fu movie. He kept tabs on all his soldiers who were running his various businesses around Liberty City. Recently, one had stolen thousands of dollars from him right under his nose. Yu was assigned to kill the man, which he had done the previous night.

 

“What, might I be so bold to ask, is our next move, master?” asked Yu.

 

“Obviously, we need a new guy to run the kitty food factory,” replied Zhao with a touch of annoyance in his voice.

 

“If I may make a suggestion, we should stop selling kitty food. It dawns upon the Triads a certain weak image. Wouldn’t you agree?”

 

“Hmm, you’re right. We’ll rename it the ‘Bitchin’ Dogg Food Factory‘. But we still need a new guy to run it. You know anybody who might be up to the task?” asked Zhao.

 

“I met a man whilst in prison three years ago who might be up for the job,” said Yu.

 

“Who?”

 

“His name is Marty Chonks.”

 

Damn you, Male. REC's gonna have to do a lot of reading now.

Edited February 22, 2005 by Unfortunate

[Maleficus]

Sorry, Unfo, I didn't know you were writing one too. Atleast we're both 'Gades, that justifys it, somehow . Edited February 22, 2005 by Maleficus

[RearEndCollision]

It's okay guys, I don't mind reading.

 

@Mal - Your report gained your gang $23, and you lost $110 for your purchases, leaving you with a grand total of $63 in your gang.

 

@Unf - Your report gained your gang $14.

 

Updates made, so, Done, and Done.

[SilentX]

The Generals Landing

 

Chapter 7 – The Earthquake

 

I never thought this would happen so suddenly, but it does happen. After the boss D-Ice has given me a mission to infiltrate the Triads by acting as an undercover, I was preparing myself immediately for some hardcore actions. But a week later, I got a call:

 

John: “Yo man, how are ya doin?”

Me: “I’m still preparing myself for the mission. But I am cool”

John: “I just wanna tell you the boss wants see you, this time on MSN, get your a** online now”

Me: “Now? Alright. Anything else?”

John: “Not at this point. But I will talk to ya later. See ya around”

Me: “Okay, bye.”

 

The Boss must have something serious to tell me, or he would have told me to his apartment like last time. I turned on my computer with Intel Pentium 4 2.4 Ghz, it is fast enough for me to play the latest PC games available at the street. Then I opened my MSN, typed my stupid username and password, and I saw the boss is already online. He has an obvious name but no one would ever pay any attention to it: D-Ice

 

Me: “Boss, you want to talk to me?”

D-Ice: “Yes, good to see you online, Rick.”

Me: “Thanks, now what’s the matter?”

D-Ice: “I have to withdraw you from the mission I assigned a week before.”

Me: “WHAT? WHY? WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?”

D-Ice: “We have to plan the attack on Triad all over again.”

Me: “I didn’t know that.”

D-Ice: “I just made that decision for some good reasons.”

Me: “What’s the story for that?”

D-Ice: “Looks like the gangs in Liberty are making some big changes.”

Me: “Can you tell me in detail? I really know nothing about it.”

D-Ice: “This is still a top secret at this point, but I think you should know it. One of the warlords of the Leone’s Family nickname johnson467 had been kicked out by Salvatore and now he joins the Yakuza. He was responsible for some of the attacks on our territory with the Triads. On the other hand, the owner of our Ammunation DarkGTA has defected to the Leone’s.”

Me: “He joined the Mafia? He is gonna pay for this.”

D-Ice: “We will deal with him later. But there is something more serious, one of our spies informed us that the Triads has recently acquired a SWAT truck with MP5, tear gas and loads of ammos. Chunky Lee Chong, as you should hear of him in the last mission I assigned you, has trained a six-man SWAT team with supreme firepower and accuracy. I heard one day they killed 60 people in 30 seconds.”

Me: “Oh my god, who’s the leader of the squad?”

D-Ice: “Some Chinese called Ran Fa Li. Now listen, Rick. Don’t try to be a hero and take out the squad at this point. I don’t know if there’s any more behind it. The Triads are now even more powerful than ever as they had recruited more warlords like Termination Terminator. If we hit them right now, by any mean, they will counter us hard as a boulder. We don’t want too much unnecessary deaths.”

Me: “So what do you want to do now”

D-Ice: “I want you to recruit more men, and get more weapons as much as you can. If we fight with them, we will finish them once and for all. We need a lot of men and weapons to do so.”

Me: “Understood, boss.”

D-Ice: “Is there any question?”

Me: “Not at this point.”

D-Ice: “Alright. Oh by the way, protect your radio station by all means. The Triads might use their superior firepower to take over our territories and properties.”

Me: “Count on me for that, boss.”

D-Ice: “Very good. Dismiss.”

 

I turned off the MSN and start playing "The Punishers", in the meantime, I was digesting what D-Ice has said …………………

[Chunky Lee Chong]

BUSTED!

 

I was heading out to the back of the factory to get into the Patriot, when I noticed some leaves moving in a tree. I licked my finger and stuck it in the air, and there was no wind. I pulled out my Uzi, and filled the tree with lead.

 

A man fell out of it.

 

"w00t, bitch!"

 

So, I jumped over the wall of the factory, and went to go see who it was. It was already night time, so I was having a hard time finding the body since the lights of the factory didn't shine all the way out here. Suddenly, I see somebody get up and start to run away.

 

"Freeze! Right now!"

 

Who ever it was must've been scared for their life, because they disregarded what I said and kept running. I pulled back out my Uzi, and shot towards the fleeing suspect.

 

I started to take chase, and while doing so I pulled out my cell phone and my Uzi. With my cell phone in my right hand and my Uzi in the left, I made a quick phone call to Ran Fa Li all while chasing this unknown person and shooting at him.

 

"Hello?"

"Yeah, Ran. I need your help, quick!"

*gun shots*

"What is it?"

*gun shots*

"I'm chasing a guy away from the factory towards Chinatown. Grab the Enforcer and a few guys and try to find us. If you find us, shoot, but not to kill."

"Gotcha."

*click*

 

The guy kept on running and ran across the road that runs in front of Greasy Joe's Diner. He kept on running past and tried to jack the Linerunner. He failed, and kept running and headed towards the basketball courts. I was gaining on him, but he was still a bit ahead.

 

We run through the basketball courts, and as I look to my right I see the Enforcer driving down the main Chinatown stretch.

 

I pulled back out my cell phone.

 

"Where are you?"

"Roast Pecking Duck."

*click*

 

Suddenly, I hear the sounds of sirens and a big loud engine approach. As the guy is nearing an intersection, the Enforcer slams on the brakes and stops right in front of him. All the guys pile out of the Enforcer, and aim at the spy.

 

I finally catch up, on knock him on the back of the head with my Uzi, warranting him unconscious.

 

We took the guy and threw him into the back of the Enforcer and took him to the factory so we could question him and figure out what he was doing.

 

We arrived at the factory, and Joe Schmo was still unconscious, so we took him into my office, bound and gagged him, and waited for him to wake up and talk. When I looked at him, I noticed that he was a black gangster, making me think he was part of the Hoods.

 

I pulled out my cell, and looked through my contacts looking for D-Ice's number.

 

"What you want?"

"Just to let you know that you should be expecting a S.W.A.T. team on your property."

 

I hung up the phone and went looking for Ran Fa Li.

 

"I've come to the conclusion that our spy is a Hood. Make a quick attack. Score some kills, but don't be there for too long. We don't want any of the Hoods to get wise."

"Will do. I'll call you in a little bit."

"Here, I'm going to put a camera onto your armor and give you an ear piece and microphone so I can be in the action."

"Cool."

 

With that being said, I gave Ran the camera, the microphone and ear piece, and he gathered his crew and started planning. Soon after, they were gone so I went back into my office and turned on the television so I could see the 24/7 Live Gang Camera feed.

 

I was watching them, and they were in the back of the Enforcer planning the attack. I got on the walkie talkie and suggested that they park at the bottom of the twisty s-road at the edge of Wichita Gardens.

 

"Good idea, CLC. It's a plan. Driver, take a different route. We're going to go through Cartel territory, and go down the s-road."

 

After sitting around watching for half an hour, my friend, the spy, woke up.

 

"Good afternoon, sunshine. Here's a program you're going to love."

"What the f*ck?"

"You're a Hood, right?"

"Yeah."

"Thought so. Enjoy the show."

 

I turned the television towards him, and took a seat on the couch so I could watch, too.

 

"Okay CLC. We're here, and we're about to attack."

 

"WHAT THE f*ck!?", yelled the Hood.

"Calm down", I replied.

 

As Ran Fa Li and his men disembarked the Enforcer, they started taking cover. They were taking out all the Hoods, and pedestrians, too. My men were taking cover behind cars and bushes and anything they could find. The Hoods were stupid enough to be in open sight.

 

I don't believe there was a single second where I didn't hear the shots of the MP5's.

 

"Launch the tear gas!", I yelled into the walkie talkie.

"Roger Wilco. TEAR GAS!"

 

On screen, I saw the whole road become a grayish mist, and then the S.W.A.T. shot into the mist. I could see shadows of men falling down and dying, but I didn't know if they were Hoods or not.

 

Seconds later, a car exploded. Another car errupted from the mist, and drove straight towards Ran at high speed. Ran dodged the car as the rest of the team blew it to smitherines.

 

"OK. That's enough! Get out of there!"

"EVERYBODY MOVE, MOVE, MOVE! BACK INTO THE ENFORCER!", Ran yelled.

 

As they all got into the Enforcer, another Rumpo appeared. And it started to get close to the Enforcer. Ran pounded on the wall behind the driver, and the Enforcer was off.

 

A man stuck his head out of the window of the Hoods Rumpo, and was shooting at the Enforcer. Thank goodness that it was nearly bulletproof, and that my men had armor vests.

 

"Kick the door open, take out the shooter, driver and blow the car up."

"Gotcha."

 

And he did what I told him. The shooter fell out of the window, the driver fell down into the car, and the Rumpo blew up.

 

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?", the Hood yelled at me.

"Why are you spying on me?"

"D-Ice told me to."

"Well, I don't take kindly to D-Ice, or spies."

 

After I made that statement, I pulled out my Uzi, and shot him up. I wrapped him in a blanket and waited for Ran to return. While I waited, I loaded the body up into my Patriot.

 

After about an hour, Ran appeared and I told him about what happened to the spy.

 

"I killed him, and have him wrapped in a blanket in the back of my Patriot. We're going to drive to Wichita Gardens, drop the body in front of D-Ice's apartment, and get the hell out of there."

"Sounds like a plan."

 

We got into the Patriot, and made our way to Wichita Gardens. I was trying to keep my speed up as much as possible, because D-Ice's apartment block was in a very inconvenient location. As we arrived, I locked the brakes and did a 180.

 

"NOW!!!", I yelled.

 

Ran had the reflexes of.. I have no idea. But, they were faster than normal. Before I knew it, the body was rolling towards D-Ice's apartment building, and we were already out of there.

 

Driving at high speeds with one hand on the steering wheel and another one on the cell phone can be very dangerous, but I could handle it. So I rang up D-Ice.

 

"What now?!"

"Delivery for Mr. Ice!"

 

*click*

 

"Very nicely done, boss."

"Not too bad yourself, you did a great job earlier. I was amazed."

"Thank you very much, sir. It's an honor to work under the guidance of a superb leader such as yourself."

"Why, thank you. I look to have you a part of my force for a very long time."

 

We sped back to Atlantic Quays, and when we arrived, I had no idea of what was happening, but everybody seemed to be in a joyful mood.

 

"What's going on?", I asked to an employee.

"sh*t, boss. You missed the news. It was great. Luckily, I think Johnny recorded it for you."

"Who's Johnny?"

"Him", he said as he pointed to a Triad waving a tape in the air.

 

I walked over to 'Johnny', and grabbed the tape out of his hands.

 

"What's this?"

"Tonight's news."

"What's so great about it?"

"Just watch it."

"Ok."

 

So, me and Ran went back to my office and put the tape on.

 

"Hello! This is Tiffany Wang reporting live from Wichita Gardens on the aftermath from an attack on civilians here on ground floor. Several eye witnesses have reported that the attackers were a rogue S.W.A.T. team, and were experts in their actions. There is no exact count on damages, but an estimated 47 people are killed, with 90% of those being members of the African American gang, the South Side Hoods. Three cars were blown up, aswell.

 

After having a conversation with the Lieutenant of Liberty City police, he stated that he has no information at this time on this subject. All he could release was that their older Enforcer's have been sold to the public, and that it could've been a number of people. They say they might have a hint at who it could be, but not 100% sure.

 

Well, this is Tiffany Wang reporting from Wichita Gardens, and I'll keep you up to date on the 'Rogue S.W.A.T. Team'."

 

I looked at Ran.

 

"HAHA! The Rogue S.W.A.T. Team! What do you think of that name?"

"It's actually not that bad, seeing as we are potentially better than the actual S.W.A.T. Team."

 

Suddenly, my phone rings.

 

"Hello?", I asked.

"Yes, Mr. Chong? This is the Lieutenant, I sold you the Enforcer and the weapons the other day."

"Yes, what can I do for you."

"Well, it seems as if an Enforcer has made an attack on a gang in Shoreside Vale using the same weapons we sold to you."

"I wouldn't know anything about that, sir."

"Well, I'm going to need to see you for further questioning."

"Feel free to drop by at anytime."

"Thank you for your time, Chong."

 

"sh*t, Ran. That was the police. They're going to come question me about the Enforcer. What do you recommend?"

"Kill him."

"You take care of that. Here, take an M16 and keep it on you at all times incase he comes without notice. And if you do a good job with this and maybe another task, I could potentially think about upgrading your weapons."

"There's no need to upgrade, our weapons work perfectly under the conditions that we have. I think we'll be fine."

"Well, just keep it in mind."

"Will do."

"Thanks for your help, Ran. Keep an eye out for the 5-0."

"Ok."

 

As Ran left my office, I decided to have some coffee.

 

/end.

 

ATTENTION ALL TRIAD MEMBERS. DO NOT BUY ANY ITEMS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. THANK YOU.

[Davo the Assassin]

I'll get my first report done when i get some time to write, aka tomorrow.

[Termination Terminator]

Note to Chunky... Gotcha.

 

F.B.I. Squad In Action (Continuation of CLC's story...)

 

As I got into my Patriot to go visit CLC at his Fish Factory. I revved the engine to top. ahh, just can't stop being amazed by this perfect car. I saw a red light just up ahead and stopped the car with a screech. Whew. That was a near pass.

 

Just as I arrived at the dirt road leading to the Fish Factory, I saw a police car, 4 Enforcers, and 2 Police Choppers coming in the same dirt road. Huh? I thought. Weird. I can’t believe the LCPD would follow me here. I didn’t do anything wrong. I stopped at the gate. A police officer got out of the Enforcer with a M-16 and pointed it at my back.

The gruff voice said…

 

“What do you think yur doin here??!”

“What does it look like??”

“It looks like you are allies with this Triad gang. I’m going to have to kill you!”

“This is Triad place? (puts on Russian accent) Ello! Ma Friend lives her(e)! My ol’ frien(d) Chun- umm- Decinigo Russing!”

“I don’t believe you. It was stated that the person that bought the Enforcer also had a yellow Patriot.”

“Eeeiiiiggghhh. I don’t know ‘bout ya, but me is no criminaaaaalllll.”

 

The police officer took me to the gate, which the “holes” were now covered up with lead, so no one could see in.

 

“Knock on the door, Russian-man!”

“Me no criminaaaaaall!”

 

But I opened the door anyway. CLC’s S.W.A.T. team opened the door.

 

“Ahh. Police. What do you think you’re doing with my boss-umm-secondary-boss-umm…-friend???”

“He will be killed. Now bring me to this Chun Decinigo Russing guy.”

 

The S.W.A.T. members didn’t move a muscle. Suddenly, CLC came out and greeted the police officers.

 

“Ahh. Hi. I assume you’re here looking for Chunky Lee Chong. That’s me. I bought that Enforcer. I planned the attack. Go ahead, arrest me.”

“Very well.”

 

Suddenly, CLC nodded at me. I suddenly got the idea. I nodded to the S.W.A.T. team members, telling them to let the police in.

 

“Come on in, let’s have some coffee before CLC’s and my great defeat.”

“Ugghh. Very well.”

 

So the police come in. The S.W.A.T. team never turns the back to the police. One last time, I nodded at the S.W.A.T. team. I broke lose, the S.W.A.T. team got out the weapons, and shot at the police.

 

Me-“Get in the cars now! Ran! Tell your team members to get in that Enforcer and go!!”

“Yes, sir! You coming with me, boss (Chunky) and ummm… my other boss? (me)”

“No. Chunky and I are driving in the Patriot.”

“Ok, sirs! Go, go, go!!!”

 

Chunky and I ran to the beaten up Patriot and started the engine. I backed off the dirt road and onto the main street. So did the Enforcer. We left with no hesitation and left the police choking in the smoke.

 

Me-“I’ll be the driver, you be the gunman! Gimme the walkie-talkie!”

“Ok, partner!”

“(contacting the S.W.A.T. team) Driver!! Driver! Report instantly!”

“OK, boss… ummm.. No one is injured, and the car is running smoothly. The police is chasing us, but I think we could out-drive them.”

“OK. Rev to full speed!!”

 

The two cars, a 2001 yellow Patriot and a 2001 black Enforcer, sped through the night like a blur in a ghost’s mansion. The police were still behind, and they were gaining.

 

“Contacting the S.W.A.T. team) Shooters! Shooters! Get in the back of the car and try to blow up as many cars as you can! Don’t try to spare innocent lives! Just kill!!!”

“Yes, sir. Gathering the weapons now… loading… cocking… locking… ready!! We’re cocked and locked!”

“Then FIRE! Chunky and I are waiting! We can risk being caught and sent to prison, or even worse, KILLED!!”

 

Even though the Enforcer was far behind us, we could see the glare of the guns in the moonlight.

 

“Sir! <Boom!> We have blown up a <gunfire> police car! Don’t know about those choppers or other Enforcers though!”

“Don’t worry! You’re doing a great job!”

 

(A Note to everyone reading this post: Try to picture the things happening in your mind like it’s a movie! It’s pretty cool. I just did it. Seems like a movie that would be rated R!)

 

Behind us, loud explosions were sounding.

 

“<static> Sir! We’ve destroyed every police <static>! All we need to <static> now is <static> destroy the <static> chopper! We can’t defeat <static>! Our weapons aren’t <static> enough to destroy a chopper!”

“Oh, sh*t… come on… find a way!”

“(Ran) Yes sir! I just found a way! <arguing> No! No! Ran!!! RAAAANNNN!!!!! You can’t do that! RAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOO! RAAAANNN!!”

Chunky and I at the same time: “What happened? Tell us!”

“NOOO! RAAAAAANNNN!”

“What happened???!!!!”

“Sir! Ran—Ran—Ran—oh! RAN JUMPED ONTO THE CHOPPER! HE GRABBED THE LANDING THING-A-MA-JIG! HE’S ON THE CHOPPER! HE DIDN’T EVEN TAKE ANY GUNS OR AMMUNITION!! OHHH, RAAAAANNN! HE’S NEVER GONNA SURVIVE!!! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!”

 

(A Note to readers: I don’t think you want to picture this next paragraph in your mind. I wouldn’t. Ewwwww.)

 

I looked into the rear-view mirror. Sure enough, there hung Ran, stiff as stone, clinging to the helicopter. I could see that he was being shot at. He was going to die. No way he was going to survive now. He must have been shot at least 78 times already. I couldn’t picture the bullets sticking into his skin.

 

Whispering to chunky: “What is going to happen? How will we take on the Hoods with the leader of our S.W.A.T. team leader dead?”

“I don’t know. <sobs> I guess the Triads are finished. We lose. Pull over. Get out with our hands up. We lose. <sob>”

“<sob>”

 

I pulled the car onto the grass and both Chunky and I retreated, our hands up. I closed my eyes as the police choppers started to land.

 

“HEEEEEEYYY! Put your hands down, sirs!”

“Huh?”

 

Both Chunky and I opened our eyes again and saw who it was. It was Ran. The Enforcer had stopped. Everyone jumped out of the Enforcer and started to cry that Ran was back.

 

“RAAAAAANNNNN! YOU’RE BAAAAACCKKKK!”

 

Yes, everyone was happy that Ran was back. But…

 

Me: “Ran. How did you survive? I saw the police shoot you. What happened?”

Ran: “<Laughs>”

 

Ran took off his jacket and showed us what was inside. The bulletproof vest!

 

Ran: “Hehe! Lookie here! It’s a bulletproof vest, ding-dong!”

Everyone: “OF COURSE!! HAHAHAHA!!!! Great job, Ran!!! That’s a great leader!”

 

(A couple hours later at the Fish Factory…)

 

Chunky and I: “Ran, step forward.”

 

Ran stepped forward.

 

“I now present you with this reward, a medal that Chunky and I made ourselves. It’s the S.W.A.T. team Leadership award. I’m also giving you this… the Bravery Medal (The Bravery Medal is a very valuable and rare reward. I stole this from the police…)”

Ran: “Wow. Thank you, sirs!”

“You’re welcome. Now, the rest of you step forward, except the driver.”

 

The gunners stepped forward.

 

“Here’s the S.W.A.T. team Gunners award.”

“Thank you sirs!!”

“No thanks necessary. That was great gunning, you guys!”

“All right. Sir. Thanks.”

“Uh-huh. Now, Driver! Step forward please!”

 

The driver stepped forward.

 

“That was excellent driving. Just perfect. Unfortunately, I have no reward for you. You are my most non-favorite out of the S.W.A.T. team.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Of course!!! Haha! Step forward! I present you: The S.W.A.T. team Driver award!”

“Thank you!”

 

/end.

 

ATTENTION ALL TRIADS. LIKE CHUNKY LEE CHONG SAID, PLEASE DO NOT BUY ANYTHING UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. THANKS.

 

~TT