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Officer Pulaski

The SASN is back

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Real Gangster no. 14

 

all right $25 for your first sotry and $40 for the seconf sickness

 

GTAFool get $40 for his ending

 

and Oddsock is now on loan for 9mm's, sry

 

EDIT: sry Pandazoot but i couldnt find like any of the stuff you were taliking about around your place

so i gave you the stuff across the street at the garage

 

EDIT2: I finally figured out why it wasnt working

it was my pop up filter because instead of saving i openend

so after the download completed then the vid would come up but for some reason register as a popup

 

ive watched the movies and $5 more to Mxy!

and that mustve been quite an effort realgangster

but try to use things you have

Ahh come on dude.

I made these movies before I joined the SASN version 5. sad.gifsad.gifsad.gif

cryani.gifcryani.gifcryani.gif

 

 

Now look what you done.

 

You made a Gangsta cry.....

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Officer Pulaski

all right this is my next story

sry for double post but i dont like posting stories with updates

nevermind then

 

 

The Escape

 

I woke up to find myself in a dimly light cabin. My hands were tied to a wooden chair but my legs were free. I looked out the window, it looked about 5:00 am. I pressed the button on my watch. Two guys came into the room. "So who are you working for and why did you steal our truck?" one of them said. "First of all, screw you, second of all, nobody, third of all I didnt steal sh*t" I said. "Hmm..." he said "I was hoping it would come to this". he ttok at knife and started walking toward me. Then all of a sudden I hear gunfire coming from outside. Then my Buffalo rammed through the wall. Both of the guys took out guns and were about to shoot me. I half stood up, turned around and flashed them with my watch. My Buffalo then backed up and sped away. I jumped backwards onto the ground and the chair broke. I ran to the corner where my shotgun was leaning against the corner. I took it and shot both guys that were in there with me.

 

I stepped outside, I was at Shady Cabin and my Buffalo was trying to distract guys by circling the lake. I jumped on the Quadbike nearby and went North then took a right, there were 3 guys on Sanchez's chasing me. I spoke into my watch, "meet me back at the hideout" I said. They were shooting at me pretty hard, with SMG's. I quickly turned left at the fork, luckily when one of them was turning, another guy crashed into him and the guy went flying. When I got to the river one of the guys was getting right behind and was about to shoot. I swerved left and he swerved into the river. There was one guy left, I started slowing down and when he got close, I braked quickly. He went zooming by and I shot him in the back with my shotgun. I hadnt noticed he had shot me in the leg, add that to my shoulder and back shot, I was gonna be out for a while.

Edited by Officer Pulaski

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Andyzoot
all right $25 for your first sotry and $40 for the seconf sickness

 

GTAFool get $40 for his ending

 

and Oddsock is now on loan for 9mm's, sry

 

EDIT: sry Pandazoot but i couldnt find like any of the stuff you were taliking about around your place

so i gave you the stuff across the street at the garage

 

EDIT2: I finally figured out why it wasnt working

it was my pop up filter because instead of saving i openend

so after the download completed then the vid would come up but for some reason register as a popup

 

ive watched the movies and $5 more to Mxy!

and that mustve been quite an effort realgangster

but try to use things you have

The camera is in the corner on the right as you walk in the station. I will admit the chainsaw is a long shot as it's in the construction place. But I am happy with the weapon pickups from across the street next to the doherty garage (sniper rifle, excellent biggrin.gif)

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But I am happy with the weapon pickups from across the street next to the doherty garage (sniper rifle, excellent biggrin.gif)

Hell yeah, very generous OP! I'm still saving for up for a PSG-1. ph34r.gif

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Officer Pulaski

could you rate my story?

saving up for an M4 and a silencer (be like a counter terrorist in counter-strike biggrin.gif )

and wats a PSG-1? blush.gif

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Mxyzptlk

 

could you rate my story?

saving up for an M4 and a silencer (be like a counter terrorist in counter-strike biggrin.gif )

and wats a PSG-1?  blush.gif

I'm reading it now, just went on lunch break. PSG-1 is the auto sniper rifle with laser sight from VC. cool.gif

 

Action packed! I read it in the last thread too, I'll pay you $30 for it. You got shot a lot, try to duck next time!

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Andyzoot

So that you can get a better idea of what my agent is like, I have decided to do a little fact file and background information so all you other agents can see who you're working with.....

 

 

Real Name: Andy Bernard

DOB: 12/1/63

Parents: Carlos Bernard and Michelle Rodriguez

Place of Birth: Vice City

 

Past Life:

 

Andy Bernard was born into a wealthly family who owned several hotels in the Florida area including one in Vice City. Andy Bernard grew up as an intelligent pupil at school. He stayed at school until he was 18 then joined the VCHQ as part of a "Young Institution programme" Andy then worked his way up the chain until hewas made a field op. Andy contributed to the downfall of numerous drug dealers until his family was targeted as a way of scaring Andy. One such incident involved the "Sunrise Hotel Massacre" in which one of Carlos Bernard's hotels in New Bay, Florida was taken over by a group of drug dealers who murdered all inside. The VCHQ then decided to have Andy fake his own death so that the trouble was taken away from his parents. Immediately after his faked death, Andy moved to San Fierro, San Andreas and become a member of the SASN.

 

Criminal Record: Parking Ticket 21/7/83

Accused of the theft of Confidential Information from VCHQ, Cleared 8 months later

 

Specialities: Disguise

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Parents: Carlos Bernard and Michelle Rodriguez

Your mom is angry chick from SWAT and Too Fast To Furious?!

user posted image

 

Good background, my guy doesn't have a background... here's a brief attempt:

 

DOB: Feb 15th 2005 (Hanzo Steel video)

Parents: Rockstar and Sony

 

Agent 005 came to be as I pressed X to select the sunglasses from my wardrobe. CJ had a new outfit and new persona. He lies dormant at Hashbury safehouse when the PS2 is off, but follows my directions exactly when called up for duty. tounge2.gif

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Michelle Rodriguez, I thought that name was familiar as I typed it in.

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Officer Pulaski

dont forget resident evil Mxy tounge.gif

anyways you get $15 for that one

 

and from now on im getting new stories

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Oddsock

Can I have 60 bucks?

 

I don't think it's fair that you're loaning those Colt .45's that I bought for myself.

 

Instead of making an entirely new SASN, in which you haven't, you should just renew it, in which you have. However, everyone that wrote stories and earned things previously now have their things taken away! It's not fair!

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Officer Pulaski

look do you want to go back to the old one that was NEVER updated or do you wanna restart?

ill even give you the second one free, so one decent story will get you outta the hole k

 

gonna right a story here soon but i have to scout out the area

and how do you put a line through what you right?

 

Back to Shady Cabin

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I don't want to restart, I just want it fixed up.

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The Truth.

My First Mission, It's stereotyped to hell. ^_^ See if you can figure out which ped is the baddie, heh.

 

 

Mission Briefing –

 

Agent 006. There is a state of emergency in the Desert. A satellite dish normally used to transmit radio signals has been hacked, and is now emitting a dangerous gas called “Inside Out Oxide”. If the gas were to penetrate your skin, you would be turned inside out, and you would die instantly. You have 24 hours before the satellite manages to send gas to Los Santos, San Fierro, Las Venturas and various other parts of the world. The current civilian death toll in Bone County & Tierra Robada is nearing the 1,000 mark. To help you with the mission we have equipped you with a Sniper Rifle and an SMG, we’ve also given you a special suit, which will keep you immune to the gas. Good Luck, Ugly.

 

Starfish Resort & Casino, 24 hours remaining –

 

“Hey, Ugly!” said a voice in my earpiece, “We’ve traced the hacker down to a house in the ghost town, Las Brujas. We want you to go down there and scout the area, put some cameras down, see what we can see. Ok?”

“Fine,” I replied, as I entered my garage. I fumbled for my keys and eventually found the one for my ZR-350. I got in and turned the ignition, then set out for Las Brujas.

 

Las Brujas Ghost Town, 23 hours remaining –

 

I put on my anti-gas suit and approached the Ghost Town. There was a graveyard with an open grave; a body lay in there, a cop, by the look of the tattered uniform. I quickly crouched behind the rail and watched. No one seemed to be around, what you’d expect from a ghost town. I glanced down at the floor and noticed footprints in the sand, leading to an old saloon. I got out my Sniper and used it to zoom in on the window of the saloon. Nobody home.

 

Evil Genius’ Hideout, 22.5 hours remaining –

 

I glanced around the Hideout, looking for a decent spot for a camera. I looked in the corners and eventually saw a pot plant. I took out a mini camera and put it in the pot, then wired it to pick up sound. I heard a creaking behind me so I spun round, startled. Only a rat. I picked it up then put another bug on it for sound, then put it under a floorboard. Brilliant, I thought to myself.

 

Starfish Resort & Casino, 10 hours remaining –

 

When I got into my office I was greeted by the voice in my earpiece, Agent 2.0, the technical wiz. He had the cameras pictures displayed on my computer screen, and he was sitting at my desk, watching in awe.

“What is it?” I asked, anxiously, “Who is it?”

“You know that guy who was smuggling military grade “miniguns” last summer?”

“What, the one who was locked up in a high security cell with no windows and a metre thick iron block as the door?”

“Yeah that one.” Replied 2.0, “It’s him!”

“What the?” I stuttered, “How?”

“Don’t know, some sort of escape, corruption?” 2.0 gurgled.

“I gotta go get kill this guy, 2.0! Before he destroys San Andreas for good!”

 

Las Brujas Ghost Town, 30 minutes remaining –

 

I put on my anti-gas suit and then set up my sniper rifle. I fixed on all the components then zoomed in on the saloon. I got the Rifle in focus - Yes! There was the man who had been terrorizing San Andreas for an age, possibly other cities before he came! He wore nothing but a tattered pair of jeans, tied up with a yellowing string, he chewed a piece of corn and he had a bald head. His wide eyes were black and contorted with rage, and he stood like a hunchback. Kind of like Quasimodo meets Farmer Joe. I aimed my rifle, right in the heart, and pulled on the trigger, hard. Quasimodo dropped to the floor like a stone, blood pouring from his chest. I made my move then. I grabbed a Kevlar vest on my way out of the car and put it on over my rubber suit, and got out an SMG from the trunk. I went over to the saloon and peered in through the window. There was the guy, covered in blood, his eyes rolled back into his head. I opened the door and went inside, then went over to the laptop computer.

 

Evil Genius’ Hideout, 5 minutes remaining –

 

There was a countdown on the screen with 5 minutes left on it. The title of it was “End of San Andreas” and there was a huge satellite dish as the timer. 2.0 came in on my earpiece.

“Ok, Ugly, this is it.” He said, trying not to sound melodramatic,

“Yeah.” I grunted.

“Right, click the menu and then press abort.” He instructed me, and I did so. The numbers turned red and a pop-up told me “End of the World Aborted.” I got out my gun and shot up the Laptop, making sure it wasn’t working.

“Ok, 006, back to the casino. Make it quick.” Said 2.0, and with that, I left the saloon and hopped in my car, then sped off to Las Venturas.

 

 

 

Mission Accomplished!

 

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Sickness

Ok this is a steathy mission,to kill the BUYG leaders brother.

 

I started of in my PCJ-600 and headed to the BUYG leaders house to see if I could find anything on where his brother lived but no luck,so I went into the kitchen and found an adress with no name.I headed to the adress and got my kit ready,(micro smg,knife,armor).Once I got there I crept inside and saw two guards,so I pulled out my knife and stabed each guard in the neck,they died instantly.

 

I then cleaned my knife off with my shirt,then put it away and pulled out my micro smg and moved on.I walked into a room very slowly and saw the BUYGs brother,I could tell who he was from the pics we got of him at the HQ.I fired my weapon but missed,so he bolted out the door,then ran out the front door.I soon followed him on my really fast PCJ-600 all the way to the SanFierro docks.

 

He hopped on a private yacht and started to speed forward.I noticed a ramp at the end of the docks,as he speed forward I followed toward the ramp on my PCJ-600 and hit the ramp,did a motocross whip and landed on the yacht.He yelled

"Oh you mutha f*cka!"My yacht!"

I hopped off my PCJ-600 and pulled out my micro smg and fired at him but missed again,so he headed downstairs.I followed behind him.It was really dark and I couldnt see anything,then the lights turned on and a couple shot-gun rounds flew past me,so I fired my about fifteen rounds at him and only two got him,one in the chest and one in the head.I carried the body outside and threw it in the ocean.

 

Once I got home I heard the the doorbell ring and said

"Who the hell is it"!?

"Open up"!The man said.

Alright, I opened the door and suprisingly it was GTAFOOL.I told him

"What man I thought you were dead"!

"Nawww man just a little banged up".GTAFOOL said.

So I patched him up and asked where his plane was,he said

"Its gone man,its gone".

 

THE END

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Sickness

Oddsock Ill give you 60$

 

damn double post

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Oddsock

Nice mission, man.

 

Good stuff.

 

EDIT:

Oddsock Ill give you 60$

 

W00t!

 

I'm getting back my two Colt .45's then...I missed you babies.

Edited by OdDsOcK

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Sickness

hehe...Im requesting permission to give Oddsock 60$

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The Truth.
And mine? confused.gif

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Sickness

gonna read it now dude.

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Really good story Truth.

 

Like my new text color? Thanks.

 

Anyway, I'm just a critic, but I'd give your story a good $125, Truth.

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Mxyzptlk

Hey Ugly! Great first story, really enjoyable with the cliches and absurdities... I liked the cameo by Officer Hernandez, and your evil genius is the same ped I used for my Evil Dr. Mxyzptlk video! Keep up the good work, agent.

 

Sickness good story, a nice improvement. I liked that you had the sneaking and detective stuff, then the stunts and action at the end. GTAfool better not be talking about my Shamal he took to Liberty City! Or was it a Nevada? Anyways... cookie.gif

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Officer Pulaski

lol inside out oxide smile.gif

you get $40 for that truth

and $30 to Sickness

 

Back to Shady Cabin

 

After a week of rest I got into my car. The computer said "You must destroy 5 marijuana farms. These are owned by the same people that stole our truck. Your primary target is this man, their leader." He printed out a picture. "The marijuana farms are in these locations; southwest of Montgomery there are a few houses which you must destroy, the logging mill at the Panopticon, Shady Cabin, a couple of small buildings off the highway south of the Flint Intersection. Once these are destroyed, this means foreign prices would go up, making others quite happy" he said.

 

I got my knife and some gas tanks and headed to the San Fierro docks. Once there I found a Dinghy and loaded it up the gas tanks. It was nearly nightfall, I stole the Dinghy and headed toward Shady Creeks. It was dark out when i got there. I tied the gas tanks upside down to my body. I went right up to the part where the river ends, ran quickly across the path and into the small lake. I dove underwater and swam to the northern part of the lake. There was one guy by the lake smoking a cigarette. I jumped out of the water and pulled him in. I kept my head slightly above the water until he drowned. I slowly started my way up the hill. The slope was a field of pot.

I opened one of the gas tanks, and gas started pouring out as i made my way up the hill. I finally made it to Shady Cabin, I noticed there was a large propane tank beside it. There was one guy walking around outside. I snuck behind him at slit his throat. I took off one of my gas tank and started pouring it all over the outside wall of the cabin. Once that was done i threw away the empty tank, then i opened the other one and gas started pouring out. I lit a match and threw it on the ground. I ran as fast as i could towards my boat, and threw away the gas tank that was still on me. About half way down the hill the whole cabin was on fire and then the propane tank exploded. I ran toward the Dinghy, but somebody jumped into it, and then drove off. It was my target.

 

Anyway I had to get out of there fast, so I ran back to the cabin and stole the Quadbike that was there. I took the path going west, but there were tons of guys already shooting at me so I took a left of the path and into the woods. I kept going straight, and eventually i fell off a cliff. Luckily i Landed on a path, but my bike was trashed so i walked along the road, and it led to a gas station by the highway. I stole a car from there and drove home.

Edited by Officer Pulaski

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Oddsock

Alright people, this is a LONG. ASS. READ. I think anyway. I'm taking all of my previous story and putting it in one post. I will be adding onto it.

 

Good luck on reading it!

 

The camera was shaky, but good. Bob Goodwald was running on the sidewalk in Fort Staunton, across from the construction site. Suddenly, a shot rang out, and immediately half of Bob's head exploded into large chunks of flesh and blood. His mutilated corpse fell and skidded about a foot before resting, a pool of blood already forming around his nearly-decapitated body. The camera saw it all, then quickly looked up at the construction site and zoomed in on Carl Frovenski, who was sitting on top of an uncompleted floor of the building site with a sniper rifle. He smiled, then turned around. The camera zoomed out and looked at the body again, then it switched to commercials.

 

Just another night of watching Liberty City Survivor. Only 9 contestants left. I had my money on Carl, but Sickness, who was cheering next to me, wanted Richard "Moneyman" Johnson to win. We were both surprised that Bob Goodwald had made it for 4 days. He was a total loser. He had decided early on to use two Tec9's.Two Tec9's were a horrible choice. They were weak and used ammo quickly. He had it coming to him.

 

In the middle of a Bitch n' Dog Food commercial, I decided to head out. It was a cool night. I stared at the large silhouette of my Leviathan happily. It was an amazing helicopter.

 

Armed with my two Colt .45's, I started the engine and headed for Las Venturas, to the building I had followed Charlene to. I got fairly high so I wouldn't blast anyone with the giant and powerful downdraft caused by the huge engine and rotor blades.

 

I spotted the flashing lights of the multiple casinos in the city and headed torwards them. They got brighter, and as they did, I became mesmorised like a moth. Ony light in particular got brighter, and more beautiful...

 

Then I woke up from my daydream. I was heading for the top of the Four Dragons Casino. A deadly area for any aircraft, with the many spires and pointed areas. I pulled out of the way just in time. I had lost considerable altitude, so I quickly headed NE to the target. Below I spotted the moving citizens and cars. Below a cop car was chasing a blue Feltzer when it crashed into a dilapidated Clover when running a red light. Not far ahead I passed over an alleyway in which someone was getting mugged at point-blank range. I decided to help the poor fellow.

 

I gained altitude while hovering over the target, then cut the throttle. Most people think that when a helicopter rises or lowers, it is because the rotors spin faster. This is not true. If you increase throttle, it sets the rotor pitch at a higher degree. Decrease throttle, and it lowers the "prop pitch." This is how autorotation was created. If an engine cuts out, the pilot is supposed to make prop pitch 0%, so the rotor blades are not at any angle. When he gets close to the ground, he is supposed to boost prop pitch high enough to slow himself down before crash landing. It's a handy technique.

 

I did just this. I set prop pitch to 0% above the target, then dropped. Just as I was lowering onto the buildings, I slammed the throttle forwards, and I almost instantly got pulled into a hover. Below, I could see through the floor window. Both the mugger and muggee were forced down onto the ground by the sudden boost of air. After that, I flew away. I crossed over the accident-ridden Julius Thruway and saw the two-story building ahead.

 

I passed over it, then came back, getting a good look at it. Then trouble. A small square of the roof opened up and four men came out. Two had Strela SA-7 AA missile launchers. The other two had AK-47's. They were all Rifas. Other men, both cops and Rifas, rushed out of the bottom.

*out of story*

 

omfg. This song is so kickass.

 

*back in story*

 

One word went through my mind. Trouble. As I pulled up and to the side in an evasion manuever, I saw two missiles streaking through the night air, ready to send me to Hell. I wasn't ready for that just yet. I instantly charged the missiles while lowering my altitude at the same time. This way, the missile couldn't arc in time to hit me, and they would hit the ground. One of the missles passed. I heard is shriek loudly, even from the inside of my headphones. Then the other one screamed past, but as it did, a large *BAM* sounded, and the large beast shook so hard, white flashed across my vision.

 

****

 

"MOVE MOTHERf*ckER! GOD DAMN!" Sickness yelled. He was stuck in traffic in the middle of the Julius Thruway East, heading North. There was some damned idiot that decided to mess with the cops and there had been a shootout up ahead. Now we all had to wait for the pickup and ambulance to come and take away all the stuff. Out of the corner of his eye, Sickness saw a small flash. He turned his head and saw not one, but two small lights heading fast in the same direction. He immediately identified them as Strela SA-7's. Immediately he thought of OdDsOcK. There was a small pop of an explosion, then another one, much louder. Something gray blurred in the clear night.

 

THE LEVIATHAN! Sickness's adrenaline pulsed and he saw the large helicopter come into view, spinning. Its entire tail was missing. Without the torque balance, it wandered hopelessly in circles. It came down hard.

 

****

 

SH*T SH*T SH*T SH*T SH*T The word repeated through my head. Sirens and alarms filled the cockpit. My headphones fell to the floor. The dashboard was flashing with thousands of lights. The ground in front of the window blurred as the helicopter became a spinning death trap for me. I could to little to stop it. My guess was the missile had hit the tail rotor and screwed it up, eliminating all torque balance. I could only set down the rotary-winged aircraft. The ground suddenly filled my vision, then the sky, then the ground. The helicopter was wobbling harshly. Then it happened. With a huge jolt, the giant monster of a helicopter crunched into the ground. I lost my vision as I was bounced around like a motherf*cking pinball stuck between all the bumpers. The alarms stopped and the all power went off.

 

As soon as it had started, it finished. I sat with my eyes closed, leaning forward, only the safety belts holding me in my seat. A final alert alarm winded down and then stopped abruptly. I opened my eyes. The entire front window was crushed in, the desert ground replacing it. The dashboard was pushed inwards. Several sparks went off in different places. I shook me head and reached for my Colt .45's in the holsters on each side of my seat. They were still there and intact. I flicked off their safety's and unlatched myself, then kicked open the pilot's door. I hopped out behind it and scanned the horizon. Several men with Tec9's and AK-47's were running torwards me. Four Rifas and one cop. I scanned my downed aircraft quickly. To my surprise, the whole tail was missing. I was lucky. Then I hid behind the nose of the airplane, which was actually the top. The broken rotor blades extended out into the ground in front of me.

 

I looked up from behind my hiding spot and saw a Rifa take aim at me with a Tec9. I ducked as several bullets clanked and thunked into the metal shell of the helicopter. Someone yelled out.

 

"Surrender! We've got orders to take you alive! Don't make it harder than you need it to be!"

 

It was an American accent. Probably the cop. I poked up from my spot and fired off two round from each gun. I was only trying to suppress them, but I saw a Rifa fall, clutching his knee. His AK-47 dropped. More bullets sprayed my position. When they stopped, I leaned over and fired as well. They were getting closer. I ripped two bullets into another Rifa with a Tec9. He dropped as two blood spurts shot out of his abdomen.

 

More shots. This time, a 5.56mm FMJ (Full-Metal Jacket) round punctured my forearm, shattering my bone there. I dropped my Colt .45 in my left hand and yelled out in pain. This angered me. I looked up and emptied my clip into the remaining men. The cop fell, a small trickle of blood emanating from his head as he took two more steps, then his lifeless body fell, slumping on its side. I dropped the empty weapon and picked up my other Colt .45, but the two Rifas were too close. One jumped over the downed copter and landed on top of me. I took my gun and held it to his head and fired. Blood and brains spattered my face and got in my eyes. I pushed his body off me and wiped my eyes. The other Rifa came over and kicked my hand, making my Colt .45 fly. He had an AK-47. He kicked me in the side. I rolled and got up, letting my left arm hang limply at my side. With my other hand, I curled it up into a fist, ready to fight.

 

He rushed me, trying to knock me out with the butt of his rifle. I dodged and punched him in the kidney. He reeled forward. As he did, I saw more cops and Rifas behind him. I had to disarm this guy and take his gun, fast. I rushed at him, but he turned around and saw me try to punch his stomach. Instead, he raised his AK-47 and stepped backwards. As I missed him, he brought the hard wood stock down on my back. I got slammed into the dirt. My left forearm screamed in pain as it banged against the ground. I paid no mind to it. I rolled onto my back and saw the Rifa trying to pin me.

 

****

 

Immediately, Sickness took the PCJ-600 and wheeled it between the cars, then raced up the hill to the crash site. He stopped before the top of the hill, and looked over it. He saw OdDsOcK crawl out of a crumpled Leviathan. He couldn't spot the cockpit. It was amazing he survived. Then several Rifas and a cop came along. Sickness could do nothing to help OdDsOcK. Only watch. A small firefight ensued. Some Rifas fell, the cop fell, and OdDsOcK got hit. Sickness was amazed that OdDsOcK could do so well with two Colt .45's against a horde of Tec9's and AK's.

 

Then, problems. Two Rifas made it past the hail of gunfire from OdDsOcK and jumped him. Sickness had never witnessed such killing before. He had only done it. As OdDsOcK blew a Rifa's brains out on top of him, he felt strangely mortified. It was like watching animals, not caring about anything but survival. Then again, OdDsOcK started hand-to-hand combat with another Rifa. He got a good hit in, but then was slammed into the ground from getting tricked by the Rifa. He rolled over and tripped the Rifa, jumped on him, bit his hand, and took his gun, then shot him. The body lay there, lifeless. Out of nowhere more enemy forces appeared.

 

****

 

When I rolled over, I kicked out and tripped the Rifa standing over me, ready to put me out. He fell on me. I quickly rolled over onto him and took his hand, then sunk my teeth into it. He screamed out and released the AK in his hand. I punched him, rolled off of him, took the gun, and shot him in the head. A large hole appeared in his head as it jerked upwards. His arms slumped onto his stomach, below where he was just before cradling his hand. I heard shouts in Latin American accents. I whirled around and saw Rifas and cops coming torwards me. They all had AK's. They were well supplied.

 

I sprayed them with my remaining ammo. Four went down. Two appeared to still be living. Then, I ran at them, ready to go down with a fight. They opened up. Tracers whizzed around my legs and hit the dirt, making large puffs of dirt and sand. Then one hit my leg. I tripped and fell. They were getting closer. Suddenly, I felt peace of mind. This was it. I was going to be captured. There was nothing left. Slowly, I got up and put my hands on my head. I stumbled a little bit. Things started getting a little dark. I saw blood soaked all over my jacket arm and my khakis. The crowd of enemies rushed up to me. I felt almost like they were friends. They were yelling and screaming at me and each other. Just before the shock of pain and blackness, I heard a voice. It was a cop behind me.

 

"You're not going to get hurt." His voice was compassionate and nice. I felt like I should turn around and thank this man. In a bit of delirium, I started to turn around, when a horrible pain sounded in the back of my neck. I fell to the ground. Darkness consumed my vision.

 

****

 

Staring in horror and worry, Sickness saw OdDsOcK charge the oncoming horde of gang members and corrupt cops. Obviously, he was crazy. It was almost like slow motion. Then, Sickness saw all the troops open fire on OdDsOcK. Either they sucked at aiming, or they sucked at aiming. ONe of the two. However, Sickness saw, they were aiming at his lower area. Not his chest or head. Just as he realized their objective, they completed it by hitting OdDsOcK in the leg. He tumbled, then slowly got up. He looked confused. Sickness felt stricken with worry and frustration. He wanted to do something. Just one thing...

 

But he couldn't. He saw OdDsOcK drop the AK and raise his hands, then put them on his hands. Sickness thought OdDsOcK was crazy. Surprisingly, the enemy horde rushed to him, then a cop brought up his AK and melee'd OdDsOck in the back of the neck. He fell, unconscious. Two cops picked up his body and the remaining cops and Rifas escorted them back to the two-story building in the distance. They all left into the building. After they had all gone in, Sickness slowly snuck to the helicopter, collected OdDsOcK's two Colt .45's, then ran back to his bike and sped off, hell bent on heading to MI7 in the Avispia Country Club in San Fierro. OdDsOcK's fate depended on him.

Sickness barely missed rear-ending the Premier after it had suddenly pulled in front of him. He felt the side of the car scrape against his jacket. He swore and flipped off the driver, then sped ahead on the blue PCJ-600, on the Garver Bridge.

 

****

 

When things started coming to, I kept my eyes closed and just listened. My entire left arm and right leg hurt like hell. The pain was like a wave, sloshing back and forth from my fingertips to my shoulder, from my feet to my waist. I could tell two people were dragging me, holding me up at my armpits, letting my feet drag. It felt sort of nice, not having to walk myself. Just get slowly dragged along.

 

Then I remembered what happened. I had surrendered. Immediately I felt ashamed and embarrassed. No spy surrendered. Until now, anyway.

 

But in a way, it was a good thing. Now I was in the enemy base. Slowly, I opened my eyes, squinting just a little bit. I saw the feet of two men ahead of me. Behind me, some voices spoke in Spanish.

 

We took a turn to the right. It suddenly got brighter. A cop spoke.

 

"Here he is. He's shot in the arm and leg. The left forearm's bone is shattered and the bullet is stuck; the right leg bullet passed through. He's pretty lucky for all the bleeding he's done for now."

 

A British voice spoke back.

"Alright, bring him up on the table. Let's have a look-see."

 

Two pairs of hands grabbed my legs. Then the four men holding me flipped me over and put me on a cool padded surface. I was in the infirmary. I remained still. The doctor took my arm and looked at it. I flinched. He stopped for a second, then poked my forearm. I grunted, trying to suppress the pain.

 

"He's awake. He's just fooling with us," The doctor spoke. "Come on now, mate. No time for dilly-dallying. We need to fix up these wounds of yours."

 

I opened my eyes and turned my head to him. Now I was fully awake. "Later." Was all I said before I brought over my right arm and uppercutted him. He fell back against the wall. The four cops in the room scrambled to subdue me, but I fell off the table and grabbed the pistol of one of them who leaned down to pick me up. A Beretta 92FS, called the "M9" by most.

 

I shot him in the foot, and then shot wildy around me. Killing was not my priority, just wounding. I had to survive.

 

All the men around me fell, clutching some part of their legs and howling. I hobbled out of the door, trying to find my way out, or something to signal the SASN.

 

****

 

Sickness weaved carefully through the many small streets leading to the Avispia Country Club, the main HQ for the SASN. He had to be careful; this was rich-people territory. One mistake, one crash, and someone could sue him, and win for sure.

 

He had more problems as well. He had attracted a lot of police attention by now. Three bikes were on him. The cop cars had given up a long time ago. He was too nimble on his bike.

 

He was almost there. All he needed to do was park in front of the building. Suddenly, the bike lost control and it fell on its side, sending him skittering away from it. One of the cops had shot his rear tire. Angered, he waited for them to stop and arrest him. He pretended to give up, but when the cops approached them, he roundabout-kicked them all, then stole one of their pistols and shot them each in the leg to prevent them from chasing. Damn he was pissed.

 

He ran into the Country Club, searching for an elevator to ride up to MI7 at the top of the building. As he passed reception, the young woman working there politely asked what he needed. He didn't respond as he ran past her, and then she spotted his firearm. Immediately she sounded the alarm and pointed at Sickness.

 

He swore and yelled out that he needed to see MI7. Today was not his day at all. He entered an elevator, quickly closing it by jabbing at the "Close Doors" button. He heard the security guards bang on the door. Awww...I'm screwed. They're going to be waiting at the top! Sickness thought. Wait....at the top. Of course!

 

If they were at the top, he could stop on another floor and use the stairs. He went up to the 9th floor, out of 10, and ran to the maintenance stairs next to the elevators. He hurriedly climbed up to the 10th floor, then spotted the guards, huddled around the elevator. Slowly, Sickness crept past them, into a hallway to his immediate right. From there he ran to MI7's office.

 

****

 

I hobbled along, looking in each room for something useful. A Rifa came out of a room ahead. My arm wobbled as I fired, and I caught him in the upper leg. He shouted, but didn't drop his gun. I fired again and hit him in the other leg. Unable to stand, he fell down and sat there, groaning a bit. I passed him, aiming my firearm. He stared up at me uselessly.

 

I continued on with little interference, and finally found a radio of some sort. Ham radio, PA system, it didn't matter. I checked it, and wired it to patch into the SASN PA system. Without hesitiating, I sent my message as two Rifas and a cop surrounded me.

 

****

 

Sickness found MI7's large double doors to his office closed and locked. He shook them in frustration, then backed up, and ran at them. He didn't hit them with his body, but instead kicked them. It didn't work. Then he remembered. Duh. He shot around the doorknobs several times, and finally hit the lock. He burst through the doors.

 

"MI7!" He was met by a hail of gunfire. He ducked and rolled, then aimed, ready to return fire. MI7 got up from behind his desk, toting an M4, smoking at the muzzle.

 

"Damnit man, don't do that. I thought you were an intruder!" MI7 smiled.

 

"No time! OdDsOcK, he's -- " Sickness was suddenly cut off by a yell over the PA system.

 

 

MAYDAY! OdDsOcK CAPTURED! JULIUS THRUWAY! TWO STOR--

 

 

Sickness let go of his ears and looked at MI7, who was doing the same. "See!? I told you so!!!" Sickness said as if he had proved something to MI7.

 

"You didn't say anything. Now look, no time for this nonsense. We need OdDsOcK back. Soon, if not now. Get ready for a raid soon. For now, go home. Get some sleep." MI7 said seriously. Sickness could not believe this.

 

"You're going to leave my pal like this? Like, cannon fodder?!? You bastard!" Sickness charged MI7 in rage. Easily, MI7 countered the attack. The calm MI7 easily subdued the angry Sickness.

 

"Look, just go home. We will get him back, but we can't now. We need more information. Get all you can from wherever OdDsOcK keeps his stuff. We'll get back to you." MI7 released him from the submission move. Sickness regained his composure, looked at MI7 in disbelief, and left without a word. On his way out, he kicked the door and tossed his handgun aside.

 

MI7 instantly frowned. This was bad. To protect Sickness, he got on the PA and said that Sickness, "the intruder," was not dangerous, and would be leaving immedately.

 

On his way out, Sickness stole one of the police bikes and left for the Verdant Meadow Airstrip.

 

****

 

The three men wrestled me to the ground before I could do any more arm. One stuck a plastic gun with liquid in it to my neck, and pulled the trigger. A faint hiss sounded, and the liquid slowly dissappeared. The last I heard was, "Llama Boss!!" Which meant "Call Boss!"

 

Then, darkness.

 

It took me longer to wake up than before. When I did, I lay there on my back, just keeping my eyes closed. Eventually I opened them. Above was a crummy-looking metal ceiling, covered in lime and rust and maybe 10ft high (3.3m). I looked around. I was in a small cell with nothing but the ground and a metal door with a small slit to look through.

 

I looked at my body. I was spread out so my arms were at a 45° angle with my body. My legs were at a 20° angle. My left arm was in a sling and my right leg was wrapped up. A single crutch lay next to me.

 

Slowly and groggily, I took the crutch and managed to stand up. I saw eyes looking at me through the slit in the door. Nervous whispering followed. Then a Spanish accent echoed through the room.

 

"Spy, you are up. You will be staying here for long time. You should have left business at home. You lucky you not dead. The Boss's girlfriend kept you alive when she saw you. You lucky." His accent was horrendous and hard to understand.

 

While waiting, I got used to the crutches and annoyed the guards. Saying things like "I'm hungry," "Is this your place?" and "I'm hot/cold." Several times the guards told me to shut up, but it only reinforced my rebellious behavior. If they came in here, I'd have a chance of escape.

 

 

****

 

Sickness stared at the stars above. They seemed so bright and close. Then again, he was at 45,000 feet in a Hydra (15,000m). To calm his mind, he had decided to fly around. Still, it only reminded him of OdDsOcK and their love of flight.

 

He went home and landed, deciding to watch some TV. He couldn't eat. The TV didn't distract him at all. For just a second, he closed his eyes, thinking about the fate of his partner. Before he knew it, he fell asleep.

 

****

 

While I did complain about hunger, I never ate any of their food. I didn't know what time it was, but they had given me two meals of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and some old salad with some water. I let it sit on the floor.

 

Now, tired and hungry, I sat in a corner, staring from the door to the food on the floor nearby it. No way in hell would I touch that stuff. God knows what might be in it. Sedatives maybe, so I would relax and they could make me answer questions.

 

Time went by slowly. A third meal came. I was in my subconscious when the old door squeaked open slightly. I watched in anticipation, hoping that someone would be there to help, or at least be there for the sake of it. However, only a plate with the food on it scraped against the floor and clanked into the other two meals. The door stayed open. Then the guard spoke again.

 

"There is nothing in the food. Eat it. You'll get hungry."

 

"I am hungry you bastard. I don't trust you anyway. Why should I?"

 

There was a silence, then the door closed. No way he could counter that one.

 

Eventually I got tired again, and fell asleep.

 

****

 

Sickness awoke to his cell phone ringing in his pants. He pulled it out and flicked it open anxiously, fighting back the sleep that was trying to force his eyes down. It was MI7.

 

"Sickness, we're going in for a raid today to get your pal back. We found where the signal from OdDsOcK came from, and we're now ready to attack. Head over to the Avisipia Country Club. You're going in with some top agents. You would like to go in with us, right?"

 

Sickness jumped at the chance. "Hell yes! I'll be right over."

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Sickness

hehehehehe damn oddy. biggrin.gif

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Mxyzptlk

Well done Oddsock, thanks for the new colo(u)r too.

 

Hopefully I can get you ready for the next part within 3 hours.

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Oddsock
Yeah, I'll continue it soon, with the help of Mxyz.

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CarlJohnson24

Can someone update my stuff? remember that my residence is the Johnson House and my hq is Grove Street and all the weapons that where there as well because i dont want to be left out here and Martini is still my partner as well.

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Oddsock
If you join, you take care of your own stuff.

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Sickness

Pulaski update his stuff already.

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