F-s-X Posted March 5, 2005 Share Posted March 5, 2005 The da nang boys - Chapter 5 Interrogation Out of ammo, this can’t be true. Another car stopped outside, i already had my chance, i looked at Mr Yong “I will come back” Then i ran out, it was dark which made it hard to see anything. But the triads saw me and two of them started chasing me. I ran into an alley and hid there next to a dumpster.There is a boat school somewhere here if i could get there i could just take a boat and go back to pier 69. I smelled chicken there must be a Cluckin bell near here but if i would hide there they would find me. I had been in Bayside Marina once before. I got up ready to run when i heard something, i turned around but it was to late. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Next thing i know i’m in a car with my hands tied and a bag on my head, but i felt no pain in my arm. The car stops and someone push me out of the car, the smell, we are in chinatown.they took me inside a house and took the bag off my head, at first i had trouble seeing because of the light but when my sight returned i saw that the room was filled with traditional chinese decorations. Mr Yong enters the room “Do you know what you have done?” he says with an angry tone “ you just destroyed our deal, now they are never going to make a deal with us again” He looks down at the floor “ So, who are you then?” he looks at me again “I’m...”i couldn’t say i were a Da nang boy “I’m working for the mafia” perfect, i smiled a little. He looked chocked “ but ur asian ” He took a pause “Which one?”I knew about the fighting in Las Venturas. “I’m working for the Leone”. A triad entered the room and whispered something to Mr Yong, he laughted then he whispered something back. “How did you find out about our deal”He look at the triad next to him. “I don’t know, they just told me to go there and kill everybody” The triad left the room. “When and where would you get paid?” I then understod what he was after. “The next day, somewhere the big cock or something at 20.00”That would give me a few hours “How old are you?” i was surprised about the question “27 why?” “If they are not there you will not live to see 28” Then he left the room. I started to search the room for something that would help me but found nothing. After 30 minutes a girl came in with food and she tied up the ropes around my hand so i could eat. When i was done i threw the plate on the floor and it went in many pieces. “sh*t!” i screamed to get the guards attention, when he got in i picked up a sharp piece of the plate and stabbed him. “Help!” I kicked the gun out of his gun and picked it up and shot him once it the chest. Another guard came, i shot him twice in the head then i started running out. After killing two other guards i found the exit, when i got out i took a PCJ-600 and started driving back to pier 69. Suddenly a car started ramming me and i saw that it was a triad car. When i was about to get out of chinatown someone jumped on the back of the bike, when i looked i saw that it was Chris. “You sure came in the right time”Chris said while he was shooting. “what were you doing there” i asked. “We talk about it later, ok?”He just hit the gas tank on the car. When we arrived at pier 69 we both were to tired so we decided to meet up the next day. Before i went to bed i went looking at the ocean, so beautiful. I know that it almost only were conversation Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
johnson. Posted March 5, 2005 Share Posted March 5, 2005 A new Begining I spent most of my life in Columbia. Working in the cocain factory's shipping them out to Vice City. It was a friday night and i was on my way to Miami with a shipment of thirty key's. I was wearing a silk orange beach shirt. My cell phone rang it was Carlito, he sounded shakin ¨Hey man you got to go. De boss he going freaking crazy! some guy in Miami called him said he is missing twenty five key's ok coke and if he no get it. He gonna kill de boss, so de boss is blaming it on you¨ ¨Alright chill out amigo get the next flight to Liberty City, meet me in a club in Portland it is called Sex Club Seven. Im just gonna grab de cash from this job and go dere right now¨ i said reasurely ¨Alright¨ he said calming down Soon i arrived at the Vice City docks. There where mafia goombas standing there with 9mm in there hands some wiht them in there sides. I lifted the lid to the drug compartment. ¨Thirty key's my friend just like you asked for¨ i said with a grin ¨Toni where is the briefcase wit the money?¨ said the goomba ¨Right right here boss¨ as he handed him the briefcase ¨Here is your money, thirty grand¨ he said handing it over to me ¨Gerorgio, Franky! come get this stuff out¨ he said snorting some coke he had on him As soon as the deal was done i packed my things in side the boat and brought them with me to the airport. I waved down a taxi ¨Where to?¨ asked the driver ¨Escobar International Airport¨ I told him ¨So where you off to?¨ said the driver ¨Liberty City¨ I replied ¨Oh, whats the occasion?¨ he said ¨Im in trouble¨ i said in rage ¨Ok, $13,50¨ he said ¨Excuse me?¨i said ¨$13,50.... the fair. You have to pay me $13,50¨ ¨Ohh ya here¨ i said handing him the money. I got out of the car wiht my luggage and walked inside. It became very cool inside there must have been becasue of the airconditioning. ¨One way ticket to Liberty City... please¨ i told the desk clerk ¨Ok sir that will be $560¨ she said while i got out my wallet and handed her the money. I waited inside the terminal for my flight to arrive. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Hours later............. ------------------------------------------------------------------- I enterd Sex Club Seven. There was a thick air of smoke I looked around for Carlito. He was sitting at the bar drinking scotch. ¨Carlito!¨ i yelled towards him ¨John!¨ he yelled back at me ¨Id like you to meet someone, meet Gary Pittman. Gary, John and the other way around¨ Carlito said ¨Nice to meet you¨ said Gary ¨Ya you to¨ I said ¨Listen Gary needs a job done for him¨ Carlito siad ¨Ya there is this guy he is an undercoverd cop, he said something involving me with a murder, Shut him up, He lives in Hepburn Hights, He drives a blue Merrit and his apartment number is 23 on the second floor, Last i heard he has a key of coke. Take it to Panlantic Construction site in Staunton Island and give it to the supervisor, follow me¨ he told me and Carlito. I followed him out to his Patriot ¨Your gonna need a peace¨ he said handing me a Colt.45 and Carlito a MP5 ¨You do this for me you have five grand now get going. Becareful thats Diablo Turf ¨ he said Me and Carlito walked over to Hepburn Hights making sure for no one to see our weapons. ¨Carlito you go over there call me if he arrives¨ i said pointing over to some bushes ¨Why, where are you going?¨ he said confused ¨Im going to get us a car incase he arrives and sees us¨ ¨Alright¨ he replied I walked over to a near by parked car and made suree no one could see me. It was a dark blue Saber Turbo, I hadint seen one of these in age's. I quickly got the door open and jumed in and shut the door and crouched down to hotwire the vehical. Then my cell phone rang ¨John he is here. He just parked his car and is walking out towards the front door of the aparment¨Carlito said ¨Ok take him out now!¨ i yelled Soon i heard a weapon firing ¨sh*t! he is not down he is running back to his car!¨ wait ill be there in a minute¨ I got the car started and gased it towards Carlito he jumped in and i spun the car around to just as the Merit was leaving the parking lot. ¨Go go go!¨ yelled Carlito. I steped on the gas and made a nice turn around the corner. Carlito stuck the MP5 out the window and shot at the Merrit. breaking its rear window glass. We where nearing the Calahan Bridge. ¨Take him out!¨ I barked ¨Im trying im trying!¨ Carlito barked back. Then one of the Merrit's rear tires blew out and spun out into the bridge cement side's and fliped onto it's roof top. I pulled up onto the fliped over car and came to a stop. The officer was trying to exit his weapon but he was injurded blood was running down his head onto his face and he had 4 bullet wounds in his stomach area. I pulled out my Colt.45 and aimed at his forhead ¨No please no¨ he moaned ¨Courtiese of mister Pittman¨ i said. And with a loud bang his body slumped down and his head turned over. ¨Come on amigo get in the car and let's go!¨ Carlito said. Sirens where in the backround. I looked inside the Merrit and there was a Key of coke sitting on the passenger side i crouched down and grabed it out of the car and but it in my jacket pocket. I jumped back into the Saber Turbo and burned out towards Staunton Island. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Minutes Later........... ----------------------------------------------------------------- I pulled into the Construction site and got out of the car i walked over to one of the worker's and asked. ¨Do you know where the supervisor is?¨ i asked ¨Ya over there¨ he said pointing to a trailer. I walked up to the Trailer and knocked on the door. ¨Who is it!¨ barked the superivsor ¨Uhh i have a package for you¨ just then the door ripped open and he looked at me ¨Well!¨ he growled ¨Oh here¨ i said handing him the cocain ¨Ahh i see you meet Gary¨ he said calming down ¨Come back later for another job. Your gonna need a place for you and your friend to lay low, There is a aparment right over there i own rent is due first day of the month¨ he said ¨Thank you sir¨ i said nodding. I walked over to the car and got back inside. ¨Well what did he say?¨ asked Carlito ¨I got us a place to say¨ i replied to his question. While driving towards the aparment building. I parked the vehical inside the garage space i was given. I enterd the apartment and there was a couch with a television and two matresses in seprate rooms. I sluped down on the couch and flicked the T.V. on soon i dozed off fast asleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------- End..................... ----------------------------------------------------------------- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Sicillian Posted March 5, 2005 Share Posted March 5, 2005 (edited) Sindacco Family - Meat Plant Part IV - Taking The Plunge In The Shallow End The countryside seemed to go on forever. I looked out the window of Molinari’s SUV as we crossed over a bridge near Fisherman’s Lagoon on our way to Los Santos. We’d gone over the Mako Span and were headed south, to put paid to the O’Brien’s betting shop in west Los Santos. Even though he was head of a crew now, Molinari wanted to work on this personally. Molinari’s cousin, Italo, sat in the back seat, stroking the barrel of his Ruger. Molinari looked back at his cousin. “Jesus, Italo, do you need to have that thing out right now?” Italo was a lot like his cousin in the regard that they were both a bit eccentric. As if to underscore that thought, Molinari popped a Tic-Tac into his mouth as Italo playfully stuck his tongue out at his cousin and stroked the barrel harder. Molinari snorted laughter. “I hope that f*cking thing doesn’t go off in your hand, Italo.” “Believe me,” Italo said with a sh*t-eating grin, “a gun of mine never goes off unless I want it to.” I laughed at that. “Something tells me that you secretly suffer from premature ejaculation syndrome,” I said jokingly. Italo erupted in mock laughter. “I bet you learned all about premature ejaculation syndrome in prison, Peter.” Molinari held his Tic-Tac between his teeth and chuckled. “Oooooooh,” he said with feigned excitement. I turned around and looked at Italo. “I’ll have you know I was always the giver and never the receiver,” I said deadpan. “OK, you win you sick f*ck,” Italo conceded. I leaned back in my seat. “Seriously,” I replied, “a buttf*cking joke? Anyone who’s ever been in prison has heard them all. You wanna trot out a Momma joke now?” Italo snorted. Molinari grinned and adjusted his sunglasses. “Glad you two ladies are getting along.” Italo and I grinned at each other. It was true. I got along with Italo, maybe even a little better than I did with Michael. That made me a little apprehensive, actually. I’d had two friends die on a job with me once. I grimaced and felt the Colt .45 in my jacket. “Never again,” I muttered under my breath. Molinari glanced over at me. “You say somethin’?” I shook my head. “Just talking to myself. We gonna be there soon?” Molinari blew some air out from between his teeth. “We’re gonna have to get through traffic first. We’re coming up on the Mulholland Intersection, and that’s never fun. I’d say we’ll be there in about a half an hour.” ”Eh, can’t be helped.” I decided to close my eyes and rest for a little bit. A few minutes went by and I drifted off to sleep, and into a dream… A man with thick brown hair in an orange jumpsuit was talking on a phone, through thick bulletproof glass, to a beautiful young woman. I couldn’t make out what they were saying. The woman was tall, with long dark blonde hair and small, firm breasts. There were tears in her eyes, and the man’s face bore a look of anguish. The woman stood on her side and ran off. The man in the orange jumpsuit stood slowly and limped off, back towards his cell. I saw the man’s face. I saw my own face. I woke up to Molinari shaking me by the shoulder. “Hey, wake up, we’re almost there.” We were stopped at a red light somewhere in Los Santos. I rubbed my eyes and stretched in my seat. Italo leaned forward. “Who’s Lucrezia?” I looked at him strangely. “What? How do you…?” Italo grinned. “You talk a lot in your sleep. You’re a busy man. Fresh out of prison, killing bosses, and still time for a woman.” I flicked my sunglasses off. “I’m currently available, and I’m sure you’re glad to hear that you sick bastard,” I said, “I was doing just that. Just talking in my sleep. That names just another thing from the past. Another shadow.” I was feeling a twinge of sadness in me as Molinari parked the SUV across the street from the O’Brien’s betting shop. I hadn’t thought about Lucrezia in a long, long time. I was glad for that. We were to haven been married. In a better world, we would’ve been. In a perfect world. I’d loved her with all my heart, and she’d loved me back with all of hers. We’d been so happy together. But all the love and happiness in the world wouldn’t make her wait twenty years. She’d come to visit me about a month after I was incarcerated, and I hadn’t seen her, talked to her or heard anything about her since then. So many years ago… The had been setting when we’d crossed the Mako Span, but now it was down. The O’Brien’s betting shop rarely closed, and indeed, it was still open. “Just focus on work,” I muttered to myself. Molinari and Italo were walked to the back of the SUV, looking resplendent in their nice new suits. I was looking damn good too, I must confess. I walked back to join them. Needless to say, Italo picked the Ruger. Molinari grabbed the shotgun from the back. I stared at both of them. “Oh you’re f*cking kidding me. I want a big gun this time!” Molinari wagged his finger at me. “You chose to use the handguns last time. Not my fault.” He handed me a Desert Eagle and a few clips, then zipped up the duffel bag that had contained our equipment and tossed it back into the SUV. The streets were all but deserted. We’d put on our Kevlar vests on before we’d left the meat plant, so now there was only one thing left to do. Italo reached into another, smaller bag and pulled out a satchel charge. He grinned. “This should keep ‘em closed for remodeling,” he said gleefully. “Urban renewal,” Molinari said dryly. “Enough asstag,” I said sternly, “here’s the plan. I’ll head in there. You two hold back for a minute or two, then bust in. Once you guys are raising hell, I’ll join in. Got it?” The two cousins nodded, and I jogged across the street towards the Inside Track. Patting the Desert Eagle at my back and the Colt at my side, I opened the door and entered the shop. Papers were strewn all over the floor. The place was pretty dead, only a few haggard gamblers mulling around, reading the paper, and a couple of men working the counter, bulletproof glass between them and me, save for an opening for transactions. If we were planning on robbing them, it might’ve mattered. But Johnny had been pretty clear, money was meaningless in this. If we could make off with some cash, that’d be a bonus, but our main objective was to just wreck the place. Nothing more, nothing less. I hoped the dejected gamblers would have the sense to flee the building. It was one thing to kill someone else who had chosen this life, but nothing could make me comfortable with killing or playing a part in the killing of civilians. The two employees eyed me as I milled around aimlessly. They were undeniably suspicious, and even though they weren’t aware of it yet, they had good reason. After a few minutes, the front door burst inward and Italo stormed in, Ruger in hand, followed closely by Molinari and his shotgun. Immediately, I whipped the .45 out of my jacket and aimed at the gamblers. “Go. Now.” They didn’t ask questions. They hauled ass out of there. The two employees had fled into the back after sounding the alarm. Italo was already at work placing the satchel charges while Molinari and I stood guard in case the two employees decided to fight back. “Someone should watch the outside,” I said. Molinari nodded in agreement. “Get to it,” he said brusquely, “Italo is almost done.” .45 in hand, I stepped back outside. It was a warm night, and there was not a star in the sky. The streetlights shone all the brighter for it, too. I lit a cigarette and looked up and down the street. Just a few passing civilian cars. “Quiet night,” I said to no one in particular. I paced back and forth for a bit, tapping the .45 against my thigh when I heard the familiar shriek of police sirens. “f*ck,” I said crisply. I called back into the store. “Hurry the f*ck up, we’ve got company.” A police cruiser was racing up the street. The driver slammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a halt near where I was standing. They’d obviously mistaken me for some ni**er who would run at the sound of sirens. I wasn’t. I raised the .45 and opened fire. Bullets shattered the windshield, and I drew a bead on the driver. Two or three times I fired, and each bullet found their mark, the cop spasmed violently as the rounds caught him in the chest. His partner slammed into the passenger’s side door and rolled into the street, using the door as cover. It might’ve given him the edge he’d need to kill me if I hadn’t been saved. Molinari and Italo stepped out of the shop and opened up at the same time. The Ruger spat death while Molinari pumped shell after shell into the door. I emptied the rest of my clip in the general direction. The cop’s body hit the ground with a pleasant thump. “No time to waste,” Molinari said briskly. We ran across the street to the SUV. In a rush but not worried, Molinari popped another Tic-Tac into his mouth as we crossed the street. He’d left it unlocked, a bold move in Los Santos, and we opened the doors and dove in. Molinari floored it and we sped off into the night. Once we were a safe distance away, Italo detonated the satchel charges remotely. A pleasent dull roar erupted in the distance. Johnny’s words about Molinari proved true. We never even saw another cop car, although we heard their sirens wailing in the distance. “Oh, look,” Molinari said as we drove, “a Burger Shot. Want something to eat?” Italo and I answered in the affirmative. “Good,” Molinari said, “this was just the first move of the game.” He pulled into the drive through. “After tonight, it’ll be a while before we get a chance to eat in peace. What do you guys want? I’m buyin’.” Edited March 5, 2005 by The Sicillian Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SloStenRacing Posted March 5, 2005 Share Posted March 5, 2005 PM me with purchases, like Kearse said. Did I miss a statement by kearse? Also kearse if they are taking it over why would ANY money go to the other gang and why would you need their consent? Instead of that make it so people could sell back one property per week for a percentage of the original price. Eventually we will only have properties for those who are actually writing. I mean in that case we would be making new people work for the property they want because it wouldnt be there til they had wrote enough good stories to afford the $200 purchasing price. Maybe give them $50 for each sold property (or 25%) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MI7 Posted March 5, 2005 Share Posted March 5, 2005 PM me with purchases, like Kearse said. Did I miss a statement by kearse? Also kearse if they are taking it over why would ANY money go to the other gang and why would you need their consent? Instead of that make it so people could sell back one property per week for a percentage of the original price. Eventually we will only have properties for those who are actually writing. I mean in that case we would be making new people work for the property they want because it wouldnt be there til they had wrote enough good stories to afford the $200 purchasing price. Maybe give them $50 for each sold property (or 25%) Yes. You did. In the last topic, I did kearse's job, and he did my current job. Now we have switched round. So please PM me with all purchases. Get Connected. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SloStenRacing Posted March 6, 2005 Share Posted March 6, 2005 (edited) Here are the assets for 3/5 and 3/6 kearse... Forelli brothers - $361 Haitians - $1121 Ballas - $1183 Russian Mafia - $733 Edited March 6, 2005 by SloStenRacing Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Truth. Posted March 6, 2005 Share Posted March 6, 2005 The Heist “It goes down tonight,” said Lance Negretti, one of the four burglars I had hired to rob the Four Dragons Casino. “Well, I want you to phone me when you get there, and then phone me when you’re out of there. If you don’t phone me, I’ll presume you dead, or being interrogated. If you betray me, you die. Okay?” I said firmly. “Sure thing.” Replied Lance, as he stood up, “I’ll see you in the Desert, tomorrow morning.” He then left my office, and put my feet up and went to sleep. *** “Sleeping on the job, eh?” were the words I woke up to. I opened my eyes, and blinked a few times to get my eyes focused. It was Fernando. “Yeah, all the numbers tire my little brain.” I replied, a half-arsed attempt at being witty. “Well anyway, two of my burglars bottled it, they’re being dealt with, but you’re left two men down. Which means..” “Oh god no. I thought I wouldn’t have to personally commit any crimes.” I told him, “Well, I’ll be coming along as well, so you won’t be all alone.” He joked, “They’re professionals anyway, they know what they’re doing, Truth.” “No doubt they do,” I replied, “Just a bit worried, that’s all.” “Oh come on Truth, you single handedly freed yourself and hundreds of others from prison,” Fernando said, “Give yourself a little credit!” “Well, alright, but if anything goes wrong, it’s your’s and your burglars’ heads on a platter.” “Great.” Said Fernando, “Take a walk down The Strip tonight, you’ll see a Blue and Green Securicar. Knock on the door and we’ll let you in, then discuss the plan, and take a look at the security cameras.” “See you there.” I replied, and then Fernando got up and left me alone in my office. *** At 8:00pm I locked up, put all the books away and ushered out all the gambling addicts. I counted the money made and then locked up the casino, then walked off toward the bright lights of the strip. Sure enough, when I got there, I saw a Securicar parked to the side of the road; I walked up to it and knocked on the door. The door opened and Lance was sitting there. “Welcome my friend, come in, quickly, before anyone sees!” he said, as he ushered me in and closed the door. I saw a cardboard box sitting upturned on the floor, so I sat down on that. “Okay,” said Lance, “Here’s the plan. It’s 8:24 now, at 9:00pm we’re going to wander on down to the Four Dragons wearing our uniforms. One of the guards we stole these from left his key card in the jacket pocket, so no worries there. My friend Marco hacked into the system, found out the security code, and got control of the cameras on this laptop. Marco will be surveying the images from the cameras and giving me positions of guards. I’ll take care of them with this silenced pistol, and we’ll carry on. When we get to the safe room, I’ll try to break them open with this sawn-off, if not, we’ll have to use grenades, or rockets. When the safes are open, we’ll fill these bags up with the $50,000 you’re after, turn the power off and then get out.” “How will we see with the power out?” I asked, “Flashlights.” He replied simply. “Ok, it’s 5 to 9 now, let’s go shall we?” He said, “Let’s do it.” I replied, as he collected up the equipment, and Marco clambered into the back and set up the Laptop. I got up and followed Lance out of the van. “By the way, who’s driving?” “Fernando,” said Lance, “Here, take this, it’s an earpiece, so Marco can talk to you.” We went up to the door in our disguises, and then used the key card to get in. The casino was shut, good news. We looked around the casino and saw no guards, so we carried on down towards the safe room. After 5 minutes we saw a guard, so we quickly shut him up with a bullet to the skull. We carried on down to the safe room and surprisingly found no guards, so Lance handed me an M4 to take care of any guards who decided to investigate the noise. Lance shot the locks on each of the three safes, but no luck, so he took three grenades out of his belt, then threw one against each safe. He stood back and they exploded with tremendous force, breaking the locks and allowing us to get to work. Some guards had heard the noise, so they came rushing down to see what was going on, but I picked them off quickly with my M4. Two more came down after them, but the gigantic force of my gun decapitated them. Finally, just as we were about to leave, six came rushing from all sides, I took out 5 of them, but one had a desert eagle and hit me in the arm. I dropped my M4, and he took aim for my head. However, Lance knew what was going on, and turned round and shot him in the neck with the sawn-off, leaving a corpse with half a neck and a deformed head. He then threw a grenade into the board, which controlled the power, shutting off all the lights and electrical devices. He threw me some bandages and a flashlight, so I patched myself up and took a bag from Lance. We turned on our flashlights and rushed to the door of the casino, then went outside and locked it. We ran across the strip, hoping nobody saw us, and then we got in the Securicar and sped away. “See Truth,” said Fernando from the backseat, “Easy as pie.” “Yeah.” I replied, too breathless to say anything else. “Well I hope you enjoy your money, we’re putting it into suitcases, then we’ll drop you off at your hideout in the country, where you can lay low for a night or two.” “Thanks, Fernando.” I said, as we raced towards the freeway. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
johnson. Posted March 6, 2005 Share Posted March 6, 2005 ¨I Re-escape Gringo!¨ I woke up the next morining and Carlito had just walked through the door. There was a table inbetween the T.V and the couch I was sleeping on. There was a stove and a fridge also. ¨Wakey wakey eggs and bakey¨ said carlito ¨how do you like your egg's¨ ¨Uhhh mershmphh uhh suprise me¨ i told him ¨Scrabled it is¨ he yelled out ¨Ehh that guy you gave the cocain to yesturday, he just called want's you to go see him.... ahhhh pendejo stupid freaking stove burnt me!¨ he yelled I sat down back on the couch and flicked on the T.V. I put it on the morning news ¨In the news today, police have found a dead body on the Callahan Bridge along with the man's vehical. Police say that a Colt.45 was used in the attack and the victim worked in the Portland police precent. Witnesses say they say a blue Saber fleeing the scean¨ Said the news reporter. ¨Here is your egg's amigo¨ Carlito said putting the plate of food on the table. I started eating quickly allmost choking on my food. Soon i finished eatting. ¨Yo amigo ill be staying here the rest of de day call me if you need anything¨said Carlito ¨Alright well im off to see what that idiot want's¨ i replied. Carlito nodded in return and i walked outside towards the Saber Turbo I had stolen the other day. I needed a pare of key's for this car so i went on my way to the Pay.n.spray around the corner. There was a guy sitting in a chair working n something. ¨Excusse me?¨ i said to the man ¨Hhhnnn? oh hi what can i do for you¨ exclaimed the mechanic ¨I need a pair of keys for this car and someone to work on the wiring under the steering wheel¨ i told the mechaninc ¨Ohh sure dude, he said he sat inside the car and jiggeld with a fewthings under the steering wheel. Then he grabed a screwdriver and open a little piece to the ignition he then placed a small piece of clay inside the ignition to try and match the key frame. He then got out of the car and walked over to a small machine and made a key for me. ¨Here you go dude!¨ he exclaimed handing me a key ¨Uhhh thanks?¨ i said handing him some money. I got back inside the car and reved up the car. I pulled into the construction site and parked my car right by the supervisors trailer. I enterd the trailer and he was going through some papers. ¨You i need some more of this cocain!¨ he yelled at me¨There is a guy i know he is Cuban he is waiting for you at a meat factory in Pike Creek, if you screw this up and lose the money..... ohhh cee bewana im gonna be sticking your he up jore ass!¨ he exclaimed ¨What about my money from yesturday!¨i replied ¨Ohhh here is your five hundred dollors¨ he then replied ¨What the f*ck! the going rate on a hit is ten grand. you know that, what do you think i am a baggage handeler?¨ i told him ¨Just go get the cocain!¨ ¨If you dont give me my money right now im gonna wipe your moneky ass all on this f*cking site!¨ i said furiously. ¨ohh pendjo fifty buck's!¨ he screamed ¨You have a big f#cki%g mouth you know that!¨ i said walking out the door I enter my Saber and drove back to the aparment. ¨Carlito im gonna need you again for this job, and maybe another two guys you know anybody else?¨ i asked ¨Uhh hey John, ya these two other Coulumbians i met yesturday at de club, said said if we ever need anything they would help¨ ¨Good call them u and tell them we got a job to do we will go and pick them up¨I exclaimed ¨Ok John¨ --------------------------------------------------------------- A hour and a half later.................................. --------------------------------------------------------------- I pulled in to the meat factory parking lot and left the car running. ¨Ok me and Chico will go in a see these two, the money stay's in the car till i signal you to bring it in. If i dont signal you in fifteen minutes there is something wrong¨ i told the other guy's ¨Ok John¨ said Carlito. Me and Chico got out of the car and walked up towards the front entrance to the Factoryi placed my Colt.45 in the back of my pants hoping the dealers would not see it. I knocked on the door and a big buff man opend it and pointed me in the direction of the dealers office. I jocked again on the dealers office and a skinny little slick haired cuban open the door and let me in. ¨Chico stay here¨ i told him Then the Cuban went to shut the door on chico. ¨Can you leave the door open for my partner to see inside?¨ i asked ¨Sure¨ said the dealer I enter the rest of teh office and there was the whore looking women on a couch with a pillow right by her side and she was watching some sort of cop show. ¨So what is your name?¨ asked the cuban dealer ¨John¨ i told him ¨well John this is Franchesco¨ he told me as i looked back down at the hooker. ¨So.... you got de money?¨ he asked ¨Ya... ya i do, do you got the stuff?¨ i replied ¨I dont have it right here with me but its close by¨ he said ¨Well i dont have the money wit me either, i got it close by to¨ i told him ¨Its in the car?¨ he asked again? ¨No not in the car man¨ i told him then there was a long pause ¨So..... where you from John?¨ asked the dealer ¨Where the f*ck does it matter where im from!¨ i said furiously. Chico became higly curious on what was going on in the room. Just then Chico was pushed into the office with a gun pointed at his head. ¨John!¨ he wailed! i quickly went to grab my Cotl.45 out from behind me but i was to late. The hooker had lifted the pillow to reveal a SMG in here hand. I droped my weapon and raised my hands. ¨So John where is the money¨ the dealer asked again ¨why dont you try sticking your head up your ass! see if it fits¨ i told him ¨hehehehe¨ as he laughed as he walked over to a briefcase in the corner with five keys of coke in it. And he grabed a small chainsaw out from the briefcase. ¨Now you tell me where de money is or your friend here is gonna get cut up nicely!¨ he yelled again ¨F&ck you!¨ i screamed then spitting in his face ¨bring him over here!¨ he yelled. I saw my friend around de corner in a bathroom and bathtub in it. he was hanging by the shower curt rod and tap was over his mouth. ¨Now John watch your friend¨ he said. Chico was sweating heavely and looked at me to do something. the dealer reaved up the chainsaw and slowly put it to his arm slicing through it like butter I tryed not to look but his guard was holding my face to look at him. ¨Now john look at this. watch your frieds leg!¨ he said putting the saw to chico's leg. Just as the dealer was in the middle of sawing off chico's leg a MP5 gunshot's came blasting through office door i fought with the guard to turn and look who it was jsut as i got around him Carlito had shot the hooker dead and turned the corner to shoot the dealer's hand making him lose constrol of the chainsaw sending it flying through the air. Carlito then shot at the guard who had ahold of me but the guard only got injured so he ran out to the desk where the hookers body was but was shot dead by Quinten. Carlito went to shoot the dealer dead but his weapon jammed the deale grabed my colt that was sitting on the sink in the bathroom and shot at Carlito in arm. Then the dealer ran off. I had gotten loose of the tape the was around my hands and checked on Carlito. ¨Quinten take care of him!¨ i yelled at him just then i pointed at the briefcase with the cocain in it and ran after the dealer. He was out in the street almost ready to jump in a cab he was stagering there. I grabed the 9mm that was used in the fight and aimed it at the dealers forehead. I quickly jumped into the Saber and brought it around to the factory's entrance. ¨get in!¨ i yelled to Quinten and Carlito. I drove as fast as i could to get away from there just to make sure not to get identifed by anyone else. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Later that Night.......................... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Me and Carlito drove to the Cartel Mansion. The briefcase with cocain and money in my hand. Frank met us at the front door. and pushed me aside to quickly grab the briefcase out of my hand. ¨Look at this guy, fricking idiot!¨ i mumbeld to Carlito I entered the Mansion it was huge inside. Gary was inside realaxian Frank handed him the briefcase and said ¨here i got it for you boss!¨ ¨I know you didnt get it Frank, your friends wouldint be here if you got it!¨ Gary said angirly. I open the briefcase and said ¨here is your five key's and your money, this cost my friend Chico his life¨ ¨Ohh sh!t john! thast the price of crime when people f*ck up.¨ Gary said looking at Frank. ¨What would you like to drink¨ ¨Uhh whisky?¨ i said to Gary. Just as Gary finished pouring the drinks and handed the drinks to me and Carlito he pulled out a Colt.45 and shot Frank in the shoulder. ¨Arghhhhhhhhh!¨ Frank wailed in pain ¨You idiot you cost me money! you cost John here his friends life your a pig! a fat insugnifacant pig you freaking Hasa!¨¨Gary said in rage! ¨Please arghhh dont kill me...... ahhhhh¨ moaned Frank ¨Im not gonna kill you¨ ¨ohh thank you Gary thank you..¨ ¨My new body guard Tim Flachke is!¨ ¨No uhhh nooooooooo!!!!!!¨ yelled Frank. Just then Tim pulled out a slienced pistol and shot Frank numerous times. ¨John i want you to work for me..... The Panlantic Construction site has gone to hell since Frank started working for me. Have you ever built anything?¨ ¨Well i did work in a crack factory for my old boss. so i know a little about mechanic's and machine's¨ ¨Ok good started tommorow you will manage that place for me¨ The night passed on and through out the mansion the only thing tha could be heard where the laughs where of four drunk..... ------------------------------------------------------------------------- END......... ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThugLife™ Posted March 6, 2005 Share Posted March 6, 2005 I PM'ed 9jkearse3 the other day with some weapons I wanted to order, but I can't write my next story until my weapons get updated. So I dunno when I'll be posting the next part to my story. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SloStenRacing Posted March 6, 2005 Share Posted March 6, 2005 Actually your supposed to PM MI7 with weapons and as soon as we are aware that you want something you can use it in your stories since it will be added with the next update. So post away. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
9jkearse3 Posted March 7, 2005 Author Share Posted March 7, 2005 PM me with purchases, like Kearse said. Did I miss a statement by kearse? Also kearse if they are taking it over why would ANY money go to the other gang and why would you need their consent? Instead of that make it so people could sell back one property per week for a percentage of the original price. Eventually we will only have properties for those who are actually writing. I mean in that case we would be making new people work for the property they want because it wouldnt be there til they had wrote enough good stories to afford the $200 purchasing price. Maybe give them $50 for each sold property (or 25%) half the money goes to the gang so that the gang has a reason to gie it up like if i asked you to give up one of your propertys you would prob say no but if you knew there was $300 in it for you it may change your mind update coming soon Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SloStenRacing Posted March 7, 2005 Share Posted March 7, 2005 (edited) But why would someone go off and buy a property from another gang for $600 when they could find one driving down the street of their game and get it for $200. What happened to the update? Dude three days is a long time to not update. Assets for 3/5, 3/6, and 3/7 Forelli Brothers - 406 Haitians - 1281 Ballas - 1238 Russian Mafia - 778 EDIT : I just read this in the story and had to comment. ¨Thirty key's my friend just like you asked for¨ i said with a grin ¨Here is your money, thirty grand¨ he said handing it over to me I want to know where the hell this place is cause street value on 30 keys here is $450,000. I could use that $420,000 profit . Edited March 7, 2005 by SloStenRacing Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
9jkearse3 Posted March 7, 2005 Author Share Posted March 7, 2005 (edited) @SloStenRacing length isnt everything Don't you EVER let a girl tell you that again man i knew somebody was gonna say that anyways ive already graded 3 stories so and update should be up soon. sorry it took so long it wont be like this all the time i should be a bit more active now that thh weekend is over Gta Gamer. - $30 good to have you back Thuglife- much better tehn the previous one $40 The truth V2.0-$15 very intriguing F-s-X- $21 you’ve improved Johnson467-$33 good to see a fellow Columbian member The sicillian $78- blowing sh*t up is always fun The truth V.20- $36 I love heists Johnson-$44 welcome to pan lantic Edit: Whoa that was weird i ahd the fron page updated but it gave me and error message and i jsuit recentyl got back on...now i got to do it again it'll be up soon Edited March 7, 2005 by 9jkearse3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SloStenRacing Posted March 7, 2005 Share Posted March 7, 2005 Kearse, the reason why this thing has seen a decline in success since the original is because of exactly what you told us you would not do. NOT UPDATE. You started it 6 days ago on Wednesday and have updated 2 times. MI7 has sniped you out and took control so that it doesnt decline anymore. People lose interest when they join and have to wait 3 days to find out how good they are. Even people already on here lose interest that way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Sicillian Posted March 8, 2005 Share Posted March 8, 2005 Kearse, the reason why this thing has seen a decline in success since the original is because of exactly what you told us you would not do. NOT UPDATE. You started it 6 days ago on Wednesday and have updated 2 times. MI7 has sniped you out and took control so that it doesnt decline anymore. People lose interest when they join and have to wait 3 days to find out how good they are. Even people already on here lose interest that way. You need to back off. You're right, he could update more but believe me, from experience, it is a pain. It's time consuming to read all the stories. It's not as easy as it looks. Just back off him, man. Post your stories and move on. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SloStenRacing Posted March 8, 2005 Share Posted March 8, 2005 I am sorry I didnt know you two were lovers. If I hit a nerve forgive me but that is why we lose people when there is no updates. Someone who was not planning on updating at least every other day should not have taken responsibilty for the thread. It was his own fault and no one elses. I already sent him a PM saying I was going to retire because of this anyway so why would I continue to make stories in a thread that doesnt get updated and is heading towards your weekly updated one? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThugLife™ Posted March 8, 2005 Share Posted March 8, 2005 I PM'ed Kearse about some weapons I wanted to buy 3 days ago and he hasn't replied or told me whether or not I can have them yet. Until I know what's going on I can't start writing the next part to my story, cause then if I do & then it turns out I can't have the weapons I'll have to re-write the story Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
9jkearse3 Posted March 8, 2005 Author Share Posted March 8, 2005 Kearse, the reason why this thing has seen a decline in success since the original is because of exactly what you told us you would not do. NOT UPDATE. You started it 6 days ago on Wednesday and have updated 2 times. MI7 has sniped you out and took control so that it doesnt decline anymore. People lose interest when they join and have to wait 3 days to find out how good they are. Even people already on here lose interest that way. first off before you post get your sh*t straight i tried to update twice today but it gave me a server error both time so im gonna go try again and i was busy this weekedn sorry if i couldnt update as much as i hoped but like i said the weekend is over and i will have much more time on my hands now @thug life i added your weapons but like i said i got som type of werror you will get your weapons thanks to those who are being patient Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SloStenRacing Posted March 8, 2005 Share Posted March 8, 2005 I was not the one that said I would update daily so dont jump my case. Considering I have been adding everything up for you already and posting it with all you have to do is read and grade stories (Most time consuming I agree) you could have came on for 15 minutes once this weekend and done an update. I was trying to help you keep this running smooth but when you tell people openly your too busy to update alot when you said you would update daily people will lose interest. MI7 made a BUYG V as me and him had PMing during your absence about making a new one soon enough. I asked him are you sure you will update daily cause that is why your first failed and why kearses is and he said yeah I will pretty much. Now I realize how retarded it was to believe him he got discouraged with the tables and didnt even make an update for his new thread. He just copied and pasted. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
9jkearse3 Posted March 8, 2005 Author Share Posted March 8, 2005 ok Thuglife your guns have been added wet blanket and G.StreetOG youve been added the weapons and money are updated if you see something wrong with your gang tell me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SloStenRacing Posted March 8, 2005 Share Posted March 8, 2005 (edited) 404 Error The post you are looking for is missing in action. Edited March 23, 2005 by SloStenRacing Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThugLife™ Posted March 8, 2005 Share Posted March 8, 2005 ok Thuglife your guns have been added wet blanket and G.StreetOG youve been added the weapons and money are updated if you see something wrong with your gang tell me Thanks alot, I can get to writing part 3 now Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
9jkearse3 Posted March 8, 2005 Author Share Posted March 8, 2005 (edited) SloStenRacing-$42 second one- $37 third one-$46 Edited March 9, 2005 by 9jkearse3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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9jkearse3 Posted March 9, 2005 Author Share Posted March 9, 2005 come on people other then SloStenRacing the last story was posted march 6th ...that was three days ago im sure one of you has a story idea or something Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
F-s-X Posted March 9, 2005 Share Posted March 9, 2005 well school have taken up alot of my time but my story shuld be up tomorrow I'm gonna change the main character ( my old one got so boring) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SloStenRacing Posted March 9, 2005 Share Posted March 9, 2005 I think there is only a few left actually writing stories kearse. Alot of people were dissappointed when you didnt update daily like you said you would and especially when you updated twice in a week. People lost interest fast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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