Build Up Your Gang v2

[johnson.]

Back to Square One

 

I sat in my office for three days. I had closed the casino and fired all the workers. A cigar was in my mouth and there was alchohol every where. I had barly gone out only if i needed more cigarettes or if it was and emergence. I looked over the old papers left by the last owner. Seems like he couldint take anymore of this. I then grabed another paper abou the average matenece cost's where and the payroll for the workers salery. I wouldint be able to pay for all this with what he left me. Just then i heard something knockover on the casino floor i looked over to the window behind me that showed the casino floor there was nothing there but a cart full of money that fell over. I looked back at the papers, just then three oriental men walked in two with Katanas in hand and one with a Desert Eagle in his hand. The one with the pistol aimed his Weapon at me and shouted in his Oriental accent.

 

¨Where is old casino owner!¨

¨Uhhh he gave me this casino as a grandprize i won?¨

¨Do you know where he went?¨ he said lowering his weapon

¨He went to Vice City for personal buissness thats what he told me, Why¨

¨We the new age Yakuza, old Oywbun make bad dicissions, so we seperate in two parts, old yakuza take casino part of town and we take the rest of assets, thank you fo help sir¨

¨Wait maybe i can help you, i used to be a part of the Leone family i was banisshed from that part of town, and i need money to get this place going¨

¨Maybe we need hitman to fly down to Vice City to take out old Owyabun¨

¨Ill do it, how much do you think im might make?¨

¨Well he left with some moeny didnt he and he did go down to Vice City to stay there for a few days so he msut have big stash of money some place?¨

¨Ok deal ill let your boys move in on this terroritory if you give me some protection from other gangs¨

¨Ok, i got tell boss and he send men over, ohh and for the job here take this¨ He handed me his Desert Eagle and grabed one of the Katanas from one of the other men.

¨You better go quickly there is a flight to Vice City leaving soon¨ he said pushing me out the door.

¨But what about the casino?¨

¨Dont worry we will have this place going by tommorow i now some guys who can deal cards well¨

 

He handed me his keys to his karuma and i drove off towards the airport.

 

To Be Countiued.....

 

 

 

[DarkGTA]

Continued from Day 1:

 

 

I sat in a chair at Marco's Bistro and thought.

 

"I saw the guy, and he ran away. Now, he's below LC and maybe dead. Ok, that's what I call strange"

 

I got up and drove the mafia sentinel to Salvatore's. I sat down near him and he told me the guy was a suicidal man who dissapears.

 

"This guy died 200 years ago and what we saw was his ghost."

"Sh*t. I guess i better get back to the food store."

"Ok, but one more thing. Be sure to watch for customers who do that."

 

I went back and saw 2 cars parked. I went into the place and they placed there order.

 

"I believe you have the Bistro special."

"Yes, we do."

"May I have one special?"

"Comin' right up!"

 

I went into the kitchen and baked the special. The guy sat down at a table and I served his food. The other guy wanted the original #3. The Bistro salad.

 

"I'll have 2 bistro salads with a large soda."

"Ok, coming right up."

 

I went back into the kitchen and got the 2 salads still fresh and hot and served it to the #2 customer. The #1 customer was still eating and asked for a napkin.

 

"There's a napkin under your plate."

 

He looked under the plate and got the napkin. 20 minutes later, the customers were done eating and left. I had already made $40.00.

 

It was already 5:00pm and had alot of people. We were having the Bistro fiesta. There was alot of commotion and conversations. I enjoyed it. I had steaks cooking with steam coming up and Bistro hamburgers with it ready to serve. I served the 3 burgers to a guy in a suit who just came in with a few. They also ordered the bistro salad and a bistro sandwich. I wnet back to the kitchen and flipped the steaks up and down. The steaks were ready, so I put them on a tray and served them to a guy on the top floor. I almost tripped, but I didn't. I went back and got the customers sandwich and served it.

 

"Eat it while it's nice and hot!"

 

It was late and quiet. I closed down and left.

 

Next - Day 3 Bistro party

[RearEndCollision]

Hey guys I'll read these and hand out the money tomorrow as I have lots to do tonight. You can still do more tomorrow, I'll just play catch up.

[Maleficus]

OK, here is my second story. It's pretty long...

 

 

Internet Café: Day two-morning

 

I woke up early, to the sound of a garbage truck loading some trash. I looked around and realized I had fallen asleep in my office at the internet café. “Ugh, what a day,” I said under my breath. I thought back to the meeting with Asuka:

 

“WHAT HAPPENENED?!”

“The café, it got shot up.”

“And who do you think did this,” Asuka said as she stood up, and started pacing.

“Well, it was a Mafia Sentinel.”

“Ah, I figured those garlic breath having pricks would want to strike back, after what I did to Salvatore.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“At the moment, nothing.”

“Well, what about my café?”

“Go visit my associate Toshio. He can help you out.”

“Will this require any money out of my pocket?”

“Well, this is the first time this has happened, and it isn’t your fault, so no. But if this happens again, it is coming out of your paycheck. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, and I suggest you look into getting some security for the shop.”

“Ok, thank you for your mercy, ma’am.”

“Of course, whatever it takes for us to survive.”

 

As I left her condo, the three Yakuza I sent after the Sentinel were leaning against my Stinger, looking a little roughed up.

 

“What happened?” I inquired as I got closer and saw the extent of the damage.

“Well, sir, we chased the Sentinel, liked you asked, and…”

“And what,”

“Well, we followed it all over Portland, they tried to shake us, but we didn’t give up. Finally, they pulled into the docks, and got out of their cars. We, expecting they were giving up, got out, and ran over there. We threw a couple punches, but next thing we knew 10 more filed out of a trailer, with bats and etc. we tried to fight them off, we gave them hell, but they pulled out guns, and made us get down. They then beat us up, pretty bad, as you can see.”

“Well, I am glad you guys are alright.”

After a short pause, I got an idea.

“you guys hop in my stinger, I have an idea.”

 

We drove to Ammunation, and I bought a truck load of desert eagles, they said it’d be shipped to my café, in boxes marked” Electronics,” Good thinking. I then drove over to an old friend’s shop. His name was Kisho, and he made katanas. I told my friends to stay in the car, and I entered the shop. Kisho was sitting on the floor, deep in thought. I closed the door as quietly as possible, but I still broke his train of thought.

 

“Hello again, good friend,” I said as I bowed generously.

“What can I help you with?”

“I need Japanese steel. A lot”

“I see, well, since we’re old friends, I can give you a discount.”

“Ok, how much am I looking at?”

“30,000. No refunds. No haggling.”

“Ok, can I get it all shipped somewhere?”

“Sure, where do you need it?”

“My internet café. Mark the boxes electronics.”

“It’ll be done by tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” I bowed, and then left.

 

I hopped back into the stinger, and asked the guy in the passenger seat if he knew where Toshio’s shop was. He did, and we were off. I showed up at the shop, knocked on the door, and an eye-slit slid open.

 

“How can I help you?”

“I need some repairs done, to my shop.”

“Leave, we don’t work for Caucasians.”

“Wait,” I shouted as I shoved my hand in the eye-slit. Bad idea, my hand could’ve been broken.

“What?’

“Asuka sent me.”

“The door opened, and I was revealed to a giant of a man. I’m not joking; this guy was huge, probably 7 feet tall and built like a tank. I stepped inside and looked around; it looked like a typical warehouse. Toshio grunted to get my attention.

 

“I’m Toshio, how can I help you?”

“Well, as you may know, the Yakuza internet café got shot up.”

He grunted in acknowledgement.

“I need it fixed.”

“Done, I’ll do it this weekend. What about payment?”

“Asuka has that covered.”

“Right, so we’re done here.” He gestured towards the door, and I left.

 

I got back in my Stinger, the two in the back sleeping, the one in the passenger seat smoking.

 

“What’s your name?” I inquired.

“Taro.”

“Well, nice to meet you Taro.”

“The long haired guy in the back is Tomo, and the guy next to him is his brother Taku.”

“I have a job for you, Taro.”

“Ok, what is it?”

“I want you to head up security for my Café.”

“Right, What about Tomo and Taku?”

“They’ll work with you. The shipment of Desert Eagles and Katanas will be arriving at my shop, probably tomorrow. Take what you need and drop the rest off at Asuka’s.”

“Ok.”

“You can take my stinger, the shop isn’t too far, and I wouldn’t mind walking.”

“Right, where should we go?”

“Wherever you want, but tomorrow, I want you watching the shop.”

“done.”

 

I got out, and he hopped in the driver’s seat, and sped off. I began to walk back to the Shop, walking through Yakuza Turf. I saw a few Yardies get gunned down, but the trip was uneventful besides that. When I got back to the shop, I was exhausted, but some work needed to be done. I went into my office, and began to figure how much money I’d spent today, and what to do tomorrow. Then, like I said, I woke up to Garbage trucks. I walked outside and checked my watch: 6:00 AM. I looked around the Street, and noticed 6 rather large boxes, all marked electronics. I smirked, guessing that Taro wasn’t an early riser. “Well, I have a big day ahead of myself,” as I stepped back inside.

 

[Technical Difficulty]

I'd like to join the Yardies.... Greasy Joes.

[RearEndCollision]

I'd like to join the Yardies.... Greasy Joes.

Done, and Done.

 

If I wasn't in class I'd give the money out now, but it'll be done soon.

[RearEndCollision]

@SilentX - For your report you've gained $20 for your gang.

 

@CLC - Great job man, you keep amazing me. $38 for the efforts.

 

@TT - Unless Chunky says you can, I wouldn't continue his storys for him, espically when you make him cry. $18 for your efforts.

 

@Johnson - For your report, you've gained $11 for your gang.

 

@DarkGTA - For your report, you've gained $9 for your gang.

 

@Mal - Good job mate, You've gained $23 for your gang.

[SilentX]

The Generals Landing

 

Chapter 8 – The Recruitment

 

It was 11:20 AM. After I played “The Punisher” for two hours, I turned off the computer, hopped into my black Landstalker and head for Chinatown. Why? I figured we should recruit every talented man (maybe some girls too) this city has offered. Age, race, religion, money all those bulls*** should not matter at all. The first target is the Chinese, or in specific, the members of Triads. That’s right, I’m gonna pull them from the Triads and throw them into the Hoods. They might contain information useful for our planning of the attack.

 

Of course I can’t do this all by myself, so as soon as I arrived at the Chinatown, I pulled out my new cell phone and send a SMS message “Come to Punk Noodle now - Ricky” to John and Dan, just to save some time from dialing the numbers and talking thrash with them. Ten minutes later, I saw John.

 

John: “Why are you calling me out that sudden, man?”

Me: “I will explain after Dan is here.”

John: “You called Dan too? This must be something hilarious”

Me: “Maybe”

 

We waited for another fifteen minutes, here comes Dan.

 

Dan: “Sorry, dude. I had a bad stomach to take care of after your call.”

Me: “That’s alright, you used to be that since I know you, always making stupid excuses.”

Dan: “C’mon man, I’m dead serious.”

Me: “Just joking.”

John: “Can you tell us why you call us out now?”

Me: “Oh yeah, sure. D-Ice told me to hire more muscles for the Hoods and I found the Triads are great to ……………. you know.”

Dan: “I get it. You wanna brainwash some of the Triads into the Hoods and meanwhile obtaining information from them about their organization. You want us to help you, is that it?”

Me: “Exactly.”

John: “You need to take more English lessons, man.”

Me: “Maybe I will someday. Now be serious, there is three of us right here. We gonna do some fast kidnapping, like about five to eight members of Triads.”

John: “How can we do that?”

Me: “Now listen ……………………..”

 

I told them what to do.

 

Me: “You understand now?”

Dan: “Yes, but we didn’t bring our weapons with us.”

John: “I knew that. I have the weapons.”

 

I gave John and Dan a pistol, M-16, and a smoke grenade that I stole from Ammunation three months ago.

 

Me: “Hide the weapons. We don’t want anyone feel suspicious to us. Move out.”

 

We got into the Landstalker, drove inside the heart of Chinatown, and parked at a T-shape alley where the back gate of Mr. Wong’s Laundry was located. We got off and saw a Mr. Wong Laundry van parked in front of the back gate.

 

Me: “The van is here, perfect. Now you two, get into the position.”

 

As they did their job and I did mine. I went out of the alley and looking for some Triads. Soon I found some near the alley, there were six of them, five of them armed with Uzi and the other one with M60, guess that’s the team leader. I went to him and spoke with them in Cantonese (or Chinese):

 

Me: “Mr. Wong’s Laundry Vans is on fire, come and help us.”

Triads leader: “Is that so? Okay, let’s go boys.”

 

Triads are collecting protection fees regularly from the laundry, sure they will help. As we went into the alley, we saw smoke coming from the back of the van. As the Triads got near to it and have a check, Dan and John popped out from the driver’s seat, drew out their M-16, pointed at the Triads’ heads. At the same time, I drew mines and did the same thing.

 

John: “We trick ya, s**kers. Drop your weapons.”

 

They dropped the weapons and we confiscated them.

 

Me: “If you want to live, don’t shout and come with us.”

Triads Leader: “Who are you? What do you want from us?”

Me: “You will see, very soon.”

 

At the same times, there was no more smoke coming from the back of the van.

 

Dan: “Nice trick. Rick. The smoke grenade really helps.”

Triads Leader: “Smokes grenade? F***, we were tricked.”

John: “You are da*n right, a**hole. Now get into the back of the van before you are gonna regret.”

Me: “Take them to the boss, Dan.”

Dan: “You got it.”

 

After they were loaded into the van, Dan drove the van away. John and I drove the Landstalker for some “escorting”.

 

Twenty minutes later we reached Shoreside Vale. As the van reaches Wichita Garden, we unloaded the prisoners and dump the van because the Hoods will shoot at us if we get in their territory with a van owned by company known as protected by the Triads. I talked to some of the colleagues nearby, they escorted us to the boss’s apartment. As we got off from the elevator, one of the hoods came to us:

 

Hoods: “Oh my god, what the hell is going on? Why the Triads are here?”

Me: “I captured some of the Triads, thought they might provide some useful information, I want to see the boss.”

Hoods: “The boss is away and won’t be back till night.”

Triad Leader: “You work for the Hoods? You are such a disgrace to be Chinese.”

 

The Hoods give him a punch.

 

Hoods: “Shut up, you Triads s***bag. Thank you, Rick. When the boss is back I’m going to let him know about this.”

Me: “Alright. Thanks. Dan, John, let’s go.”

 

We went out of the apartment and get into the Landstalker.

 

John: “You did a heck of a job today, dude.”

Me: “You guys did a great job too. I couldn’t get this done without your help.”

John: “So how are you going to repay for our kindness?”

Me: “I bring you guys to taste some Chinese foods, my treat.”

Dan: “In Chinatown? You think this is safe? We had just dealt with the Triads.”

Me: “As long as I am here, everything will be fine.”

John: “Then let’s go.”

Dan: “Oh s***.”

John: “What’s wrong, Dan?”

Dan: “I should have give those Triads a F-5 before we leave”

Me: “You wanna kill them? You will be in trouble.”

Dan: “Oh yeah.”

 

We laughed, and we drove away.

 

 

P.S. I didn’t buy anything, alright? If I want to, I will open a new post for that.

If you don’t know what is F-5, then you don’t know about wrestling.

Edited February 23, 2005 by SilentX

[DarkGTA]

 

@DarkGTA - For your report, you've gained $9 for your gang.

 

 

Not bad for my 2nd report. I'll do my next one tomorrow.

[RearEndCollision]

@SilentX - Sorry, but you cannot use things you did not but(Even if you say you stole them) so you only get $6.

 

@DarkGTA - Alright man.

[Technical Difficulty]

Actually, remove me from the list, this seems too complex for me

 

Plus I just don't have the time.

[RearEndCollision]

Actually, remove me from the list, this seems too complex for me

 

Plus I just don't have the time.

Done, and Done.

[gta phil gta]

Why do you have Vice City properties for sale? Shouldn't this be Liberty City only? And if it does have Vice, why not San Andreas?

 

btw, you spelt Maverick wrong. Mavrick just looks horrible. Fix.

Edited February 24, 2005 by gta phil gta

[RearEndCollision]

Why do you have Vice City properties for sale? Shouldn't this be Liberty City only? And if it does have Vice, why not San Andreas?

 

btw, you spelt Maverick wrong. Mavrick just looks horrible. Fix.

I just took them from Neotrix, and since I'm not a big Vice City fan so I never noticed.

 

And I'm gonna fix it now.

[Jonny_Tightlips]

Report #1:

 

My first day wasn't too bad, hopefully it stays that way. heres what happened:

 

I walked into Sex Club Seven, as I watched the old owner, Luigi, walk right past me, staring, with the look of disgust and pure murder in his eyes. I stared right back, and wished his broke ass to hell, for he is going to be whacked soon. He mumbled under his breath, so i couldn't hear what he said. Whatever it was, must have been a deathwish. I, anyways, was the one who got his ass out of the buissness. I found out that he was planning to kill Joey, The dead Salvatore Leone's Son, alsos the new Don or the Leone Family. I went to him and told him about Luigi, and Joey didn;t believe me, but Lui was planning the hit with the triads, who gave him good buisness. But their weak asses got taken out last week by the Yakuza. So there are only a few left.

 

When I got into my office, I already had sh*t to do, I had a bunch of papers to sign, and some girls wanted to get jobs here. I took a look at their resume's, and they both were from Vice City, working at the Pole Position Club. I kindly accepted their applications, because my brother runs the Pole right now in Vice. But, sucks for him.

 

I might visit Jonny's ass down there soon. I heard he's been doing good sh*t with Tommy Vercetti.

 

Well, now I have to go, somebody is calling on the phone. Hopefully its Joey.

[johnson.]

Back in Buissness Part 2

 

The Flight had just landed and i had waved down a Taxi. If i asaninated this guy not only would i have the money to get the casino going but i would be a part of the Yakuza. The taxi driver seemed suspicisous about me like as if he had his taxi stolen in this same scenario.

 

¨Where to?¨

¨Any where i can get some coffee¨

¨Cafe Robina it is¨ he replied

 

The car soon rolled around the corner and came to a full stop at the cafe. the Driver put it into park and said

 

¨$13,50 please¨ I grabed my wallet and gave him a twenty

¨Keep the change¨ I got out of the car and strolled into the cafe there was a man i could see in his office in the back sorting through papers and talking to someone.

¨Ill have a coffee?¨

¨Coming right up¨

 

I grabe the newspaper that was at the table i was sitting at. The man in the office walked out.

¨Johnson? is is that you?¨

¨Umberto! how you been!¨

¨Ahhh im fine im fine, what brings you to Vice City?¨

¨I have a little job to do¨

¨Come with me to my office we will talk there¨ i grabed my bag with my weapons in it, and followed him. There was a young man maybe in his twenty's

¨Anything i can do to help you John?¨

¨Do you know a man he is with the Yakuza, he used to live in Liberty but now moved down here?¨ i said droping my bags onto the floor

¨Ahh me and my nephew where just talking about that, why what did he do¨ he said while taking a sip of his coffee.

¨Ahh i won his casino and some old members of his gang want him dead not, sure why¨ I told him slouching into a chair.

¨Ok he has a house over Starfish island, here take my keys to my Heremes¨ he said tossing his keys along his desk. I stayed for another thirty minutes before i walked out to his car. I walked out in the hot sun, there was a group of Cuban's standing accross the street from the cafe. I jumped into the hermes and pulled out from the little creves between the Cafe and a building. I turned out to a street when a whale of gun fire came towards the Cuban's, I took of quickly before i got caught up in the mix up.

 

I stoped right out side the old casino owners house. The gate was closed and dusk the moon can be seen in my rearview mirror. I sat inside the vehical for twenty minutes to watch the guards patrolling area. If I was gonna do this i needed to be like a ninja. It brought back memores of when i was a boy and I would run through people's backyards trying to be like a ninja. I grabed my Desert Eagle and put my Katana on my back and put a ski mask over my face. I got towards the gate and was getting ready to climbe over. I placed my foot inside the gate and steadily started climbing over not to make noise. I jumped into a bush just as a guard past by i crouched down with my Katana in hand slowly following the guard he stoped quickly and looked around taking a puff of his cigarette. I quickly covered his mouth and stabed him through the back and gently set him on the ground. Then a shout came from behind me

¨Glen is that you?¨ he said in an oriental accent.¨ i dove back into the bush as the next guard approched the. Crap I thought if he get any closer he will see the body on the ground. Still crouched down i quickly caught up with the guard walking towards the dead caracase. He was on the path way and i was in the bush right beside him. he say the boy and looked around i dove out from the bush and jumped on top of him. There was fear in his eye's i pulled out my Desert Eagle. The fear that was in the man's eyes must have made me want to give this man sympathy, I knocked him out with the blunt end of my weapon. I grabed both of the body's and carryed them over to the bush and placed them carfully so they could not be seen. I had been able to see the old casino manager out on his balcony. He looked outside and made sure his guards where at there top notch performance. I quickly snuck accross the parking lot right under his balcony. And search for a way to get onto his balcony. There seemed to be renvations on the house that where going on, I found a small peace rope just enough so i can get myself up to him.

 

I snuck up to the door that lead to his room. He was at his desk seemed liek he was counting money, back faced to me and hopefully not knowing i was behind him, I pulled out my Desert Eagle and entered the room i took aim with my weapon. And with a loud BANG! his body sluped out of his chair and onto the floor. I ran up to his body and shot at him point blank twice in the head, Then checked his pulse he was dead, I walked towards a safe right beside his desk and filled up a duffel bag. Just then the door kicked open and two men stormed in with sub machine guns in hand and fired at me i got up and ran towards the balcony. Everythng felt like it was going slow motion, I jumped up onto the ledge and of the balcony. I looked back and the two men had ran outside and shot into the darkness. There was a comet sitting out in the parking lot i jumped in and drove down the pathway towards the gate. I got to Escobar International Airport i through my weapons into the field right near it. I walked into the airport terminal and waited for my flight to come in.

 

The Next Day in Liberty City.

 

I walked into my casino people where gambling i didnt beleave that Yakuza member when he said he would have this place going by the time i got back. I enterd my office with the duffel bag in hand and sluped it down on the desk there was the Yakuza member in my office seat.

¨How it go?¨ He said trying his best to speak proper English

¨He is no been takin care of?¨

¨How much money you think you make?¨

¨Id say a couple of million¨ The Yakuza member leaned over to an intercom and said

¨Julia send someone up to get this money¨

¨Yes sir¨ A few monets later another man with his thumbs missing walked in.

¨John i would like you to meet you new guard, his name is Kisaragie, and my name is Motinnowa, And i would like to accept you into the Yakuza¨

¨Thank you, would you like something to drink?¨ soon the sounds of the slot machines quited down and people where on there way home. And the sound of two drunk men could only be heard.

 

The End..............

[RearEndCollision]

@Jonny - You've gained $9 for your report

 

@Johnson - You've gained $16 for your report.

 

Done, and Done.

[Maleficus]

Oook, here's part three, which is actually the rest of day two.

 

 

Internet Café: Day two-Continued

 

 

When I returned to my office, I looked at what I had written last night. Most of it consisted of financial information, but then something came to mind: I need to get this shop running. I jogged outside and flagged down a taxi. The Driver was of Arab decent, which was for sure. He had a turban on, and the car smelled of incense.

 

“Where do you need to go,” he said in a thick accent.

“Take me to the Dojo downtown.”

 

Five minutes later we were downtown, and I was five dollars poorer. I stepped into the Dojo to find Kanbu, the late Kenji Hasen’s right hand man, sparring with some students. I sat down and waited until they were finished, which luckily didn’t take too long. Kanbu walked over, bowed, and I returned the bow.

 

“How may I help you?”

“I am a friend of Asuka, I’m sure you know her. I need electronics, and quite a bit.”

“Ah, you must be the man running the new internet café.”

“One and the same,” I said while sitting down again.

“Well, I’m sure you do need electronics, but I do not supply them.”

“Ok, well, I’ll find my wares somewhere else,” I said as I stood up, leaving.

“Wait, I think I know a man who can help you, his name is Toshio.”

“Whoa, this guy is quite the handyman.”

“You know him?”

“Yes, he is helping me repair my shop, the damages to the building, that is.”

“Well, now it seems he is helping with the product as well.”

“Thank you Kanbu, I know you are a busy man.”

“It is my pleasure to help the Yakuza.”

 

With one final exchange of bows, I was off. I thought back to where Toshio’s place was: it was a warehouse in South Portland. I figured I could use the walk, and seeing as I hand only 5 dollars left in my pocket, walking was my only choice.

 

I tried to stay out of gang territory, or walking in Yakuza territory. I saw a few people get shot, a lot of carjacking, and even more speeding police cars, sirens blaring. “Got to love Liberty City,” I said to myself. When I arrived at the warehouse, I knocked on the door, again. The same eye-slit opened, and then shut abruptly. The door opened, revealing the same giant I had met here before.

 

“I told you we were going to work on the café this weekend. It is only Wednesday.”

“I know Toshio, but I am here on other matters.”

“Oh, what can I help you with?”

“I need electronics, and Kanbu pointed me in your direction.”

“Well, I am the Yakuza’s main supplier, aren’t I? Let me see what I have.”

 

He walked off, reached into a desk and pulled out a clipboard with several papers on it.

 

“I have 20 Computers, fresh off the market, with all accessories.”

“I’ll take all of them. How much will this run me?”

“10,000.”

“Ok, I’ll just write a check…” I padded down my pockets, no checkbook.

“sh*t, I left my checkbook in the office.”

“That’s fine; the bank isn’t too far, only in Staunton Island. I’ll lend you a car, and you can run down there.”

“Ok, I’ll do that.”

 

I followed Toshio through the warehouse, while marveling at the sheer size of the building. We entered a garage, which also seemed to be a chop shop. He reached in a drawer, pulled out some keys, and tossed them to me.

 

“She’s parked in the parking lot across the street; bring it back in one piece, ok?”

“Ok, thank you.”

 

I went back outside, across the street, and found a Yakuza Stinger sitting right in front of me. I got in, put the key in the ignition, and revved the engine. “This thing sounds modified,” I thought. I gave it another rev, and sped out the entryway. I was right; this car was the fastest stinger I had ever driven. I glanced around the car, and noticed a pistol in the passenger seat, a Desert Eagle. I chuckled to myself, and then returned to driving. I felt bad, because it was a really short trip, and I wanted to drive this beast some more.

 

I parked the car in a parking lot, and headed into the bank. It was fairly busy, for a Wednesday morning. I got in line, and checked my watch: 9:07 AM. “Good, I haven’t burnt up too daylight,” I thought. I waited for about 5 minutes, and I was almost to the front of the line, when the unthinkable happened.

 

5 guys burst through the door, waving pistols and shotguns in the air. They were all wearing ski masks.

 

“This be a robbery, Everyone on da floor now!”

 

sh*t, Yardies. I slowly got down on the floor, careful not to lose my place in line, because I had a feeling this was going to be over soon. The one I guessed was the leader stepped up to a clerk.

 

“Hand over da cash!”

“w-we keep i-i-it in the back.”

“Don’t be st-st-studdering, and go get da money!” He pointed his shotgun at her.

 

She scurried off, and the 5 of them huddled.

 

“Yo, whaddya we do now,” one whispered.

“We wait for da cash, den storm outta ‘ere” said the leader.

“Sounds good, mon.”

 

They all nodded, and returned to their stations. While they were talking, rather loud I might add, I’d noticed the lady had returned, with a garbage bag full of money.

 

“H-h-ere you g-g-go,” she stuttered out.

“Thank ya very much,” the leader said as he grabbed the bag.

 

They slowly began walking out, when I had an idea. If I remember correctly, there was a Desert Eagle in the passenger seat of the modified stinger.

 

I waited until they left, then snuck out, and crouch-ran to the car. It was there, and grabbed the pistol. I followed the Yardies for a while, until they started heading down an alley. That’s when I struck. I shot at the leader, who had the garbage bag of money, and a shotgun. His head exploded in the deep crimson, and dropped to the ground. The other four turned around, and opened fire.

 

“Shoot that fool!” they shouted.

 

I took cover behind a dumpster, while hearing bullets riddle the other side. Then, the firing stopped. I heard some mumbling, and then some slow footsteps heading my way.

 

“Amateurs,” I said under my breath.

 

I leaned around the corner, and shot twice at the guy. I hit him once in the shoulder, and once in the chest. He dropped. The rest resumed fire, while I took cover behind the dumpster. I popped around, and fired three more shots. I didn’t see where they went, but I heard a thunk on the ground, so I guessed there was two left. I figured I could finish the last two off, because I no longer heard a shotgun firing. I stood up, and shot. One, two, CLICK, the gun was empty.

 

“sh*t!” I dropped back to the ground.

 

I got one, but the other was advancing, I could hear him. I had to thin fast. I remembered there was a dead guy only 6 feet from where I was, and figured that was my only chance. I stood up, threw my gun at the remaining Yardie, hoping to distract him. I dove toward the dead guy, fumbled up his gun, and put the remainder of the clip into him. I was lucky, because there were only two shots in the gun. I stood up, dusted off my jacket, and grabbed the garbage bag of money. I went back to the car, put the money in the passenger seat, and went around to the other side, and got into the drivers seat. I checked the money; it wasn’t marked, so I was set.

 

I sped back to Toshio’s, and knocked.

 

“Is the car alright?”

“Yeah, its fine. I have your money,” Shaking the bag. I’d taken all but 10,000 out, leaving me a pitiful 1,000.

“Ok, the computers should arrive Friday.”

“Ok, Toshio thanks for the help.”

“No, thank you.”

 

I caught a cab back to the café, and checked my watch: 3:26 PM. I had no idea where my time went, but I’m guessing I got caught up in that shootout. I suddenly felt a grumbling in my stomach, and realized I hadn’t eaten since last night. I went inside, and ordered some Well-Stacked pizza. An hour later it arrived. I paid the guy, and went inside. But on the way I noticed something I didn’t catch before. The boxes of weapons were missing, and there was a not on the door:

 

“Boss,

Went to drop off shipment, back around 5.

Taro.”

 

Good, Taro, Taku, and Tomo would be arriving shortly, and we could eat. I took the pizza inside, and waited. About 10 minutes later the three showed up, and I offered them pizza. We ate all of it, and then sat around, digesting the food, and thinking of what to do. Tomo, the long haired one sat up, and said, “Shouldn’t we clean up this mess?”

 

“Great idea,” I said.

 

We spent the rest of the night cleaning up the broken glass, computers, and rest of the garbage. We hauled it out back, threw it in a dumpster, and went back inside.

 

“Phew,” said Tomo and Taku in unison.

“Whoa, you guys are twins aren’t you?” I said, chuckling.

They nodded.

“Well, let’s call it a night. It is 9 PM, and I’m tired.”

“Ok...”

”Yeah…”

”Sure…”

“See you guys here tomorrow.”

 

They left, in their own car, and I got in mine. I drove back to my apartment, which I hadn’t been at since the opening day. I climbed into bed, sighed, and fell asleep.

 

[SilentX]

I spent a lot of time on that report, f*** the tear gas, it's all Triads' fault for buying it afterall.

 

Anyway, what I wanna ask is this .....................

 

Is there limit of buying weapons and cars, like you can buy only 8 kinds of weapons in maximum?

[ForteZeppelinX]

Hmm... I guess I'll give this a try... I'd like the Malibu Club for $outh $ide Hoods, please.

By the way, it's spelled Malibu, not Malibue.

 

I'll write a story or whatever sometime soon...

[gta phil gta]

I thought REC was removing the Vice City properties? Edited February 24, 2005 by gta phil gta

[ForteZeppelinX]

I thought REC was removing the Vice City properties?

I don't know, but he was going to change the misspellings someone said earlier. But who cares? Without the VC properties, there's barely anything.

[RearEndCollision]

@Phil - I will probally down the road, I just don't have the time to do it at the moment.

 

@Mal - I will read your story when I get home tonite, and give you your cash.

 

@SilentX - Don't get angry about things, it's a leaning experence. And, there is no limit to what a gang can buy.

 

@Forte - Done, and Done.

[ForteZeppelinX]

Thanks, REC.

So all we do is write a story/report or whatever that has something to do with the property you own? I'm new at this kind of stuff

[gta phil gta]

@Phil - I will probally down the road, I just don't have the time to do it at the moment.

Well you may as well leave them in now anyway. If you already have someone writing about the Malibu, which is Vice, then it wouldn't make sense to take the others away.

[ForteZeppelinX]

I was wondering, is it ok if I write that the Malibu got a branch built in LC? Because I don't know how I'll do the story otherwise ...

[gta phil gta]

This is the thing I'm talking about. Interweaving Liberty with a couple of Vice properties doesn't work. imo, if you start making things up, like a Liberty City Malibu Club, things start getting stupid.

 

Either they stay in Vice, or the Vice ones go and you choose something else. That's just my opinion, though.

[ForteZeppelinX]

 

This is the thing I'm talking about. Interweaving Liberty with a couple of Vice properties doesn't work. imo, if you start making things up, like a Liberty City Malibu Club, things start getting stupid.

 

Either they stay in Vice, or the Vice ones go and you choose something else. That's just my opinion, though.

Yes, yes, I agree with you. I would like to be switched to the $outh $ide Hoods' Ammunation, please.

 

...

 

Edited February 24, 2005 by ForteZeppelinX

[SilentX]

Even you are owning Ammunation, you should just stick with the weapons that our gang has bought. On the last report, I included the tear gas (the Triads' weapon, but not us) and .................. you know.

[ForteZeppelinX]

 

Even you are owning Ammunation, you should just stick with the weapons that our gang has bought. On the last report, I included the tear gas (the Triads' weapon, but not us) and .................. you know. 

It didn't even occur to me that I could get free weapons from Ammunation... But, I still don't officially own it yet. I'm gonna wait until I officially own the Ammunation before I write any stories.

 

Oh yeah, I have a question. When I write stories, do they have to have stuff that happened in other people's stories or can I just write a seperate one?

Edited February 24, 2005 by ForteZeppelinX