Build Up Your Gang: Trilogy

[Zelfin16]

I like to give my members Ak-47 or Uzi and pistol....

[G.StreetOG]

 

Chapter 2 - Please

 

 

Me and Ya-Ka were resting in his apartment, which looked like a bomb site, talking about yesterdays events, bragging to one another of how we “took care of business”. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, we both sat up and cocked our guns in preparation. Ya went to the side of the door and peaked out the window while i sat on the couch clocking the door ready to blast, all of a sudden i saw Ya breath a sigh of relief “who is it??” i asked. Ya went and opened the door, and through it walked the robust figure of Daz. We said our hello’s as he sat down, as i was about to initiate small talk Daz started talking seriously about yesterday’s events, as Ya sat and rolled himself a blunt.

 

“Hey Ya, Rass listen up homies” Daz said with authority.

 

“So wasup Daz??” Ya asked

 

“well you know me and CJ took that truck back to the lock up, well it wasn’t straps in the back of that truck. The only straps in that thing was on the strap on dildo’s inhabiting that mother f*cka”

 

Me and Ya stared vacantly for a couple of seconds, then started laughing hysterically.

 

“...........ah f*ck man, anyway son, what the f*ck we gon do with all sh*t??” i asked still laughing

 

“no worry’s man, sh*t’s already been taken care, we got rid of that sh*t about an hour ago. Anyway, us three gon go through and pick cam up and we goin to pay Sweet’s so called informant a little old visit.”

 

“who is he, do we know him?”

 

“i don’t think you do, but i know that mutha f*cka, me and yo brother know that nigga from way back, he fat cupcake eatin mutha f*cka”

 

“ok then let’s go handle business” said ya blowing out smoke

 

“ok, that’s what am sayin nigga, he always over in Idlewood sweet say’s, and yo we don’t need straps that ain’t what we goin to do, i got a baseball bat in the car if we need a lil persuasion”

 

We walked outside and jumped in Daz’s ride, we drove a couple of blocks to Cam’s crib and he got in, we filled him in on the situation. When we made our way over to Idlewood we pulled up on the end of a street and camped out, we crunked up the music and lit up a blunt after about an hour Daz spotted the guy we were looking for, he was walking with about by himself looking like he was going to die just from walking, he stopped and stood against a wall and regained his breath, i seen this opportunity and opened the car door and Daz followed grabbing a bat from under his seat, Cam jumped in the driver’s seat just incase. Even though Daz advised against it, Ya had a tec-9 sitting on his lap and as i looked back gave me nod, i got the feeling that strap wasn’t going to stay unused, especially since he was high. Me and Daz walked over, Daz with a pimp-like posture using the bat as an aid to his stride.

 

“ey yo son, you know sweet johnson?” i asked trying to intimidate him

 

“what?? err................yeah” he said with a tremble in his voice

 

“ok nigga, so why the f*ck you tell him there was a truck full of straps, when there wasn’t, the sh*t was full of sex toy’s and sh*t”

 

“somone told me it was, one of my sources, i thought he was telling the truth, i don’t know homie, some wires have got crossed somewhere”

 

“listen fatboy, i aint your homie, you made us risk our lives, for sh*t, and you got around 20 balla’s blasted, so i’d watch yo back if i was you son, i think your day’s is numbered, balla’s is gon be on yo tale soon enough”

 

“no please i’m sorry i didn’t know, look don’t let the balla’s kill me please i could help you guys, i know yesterday was a dud, but usually, it’s grade A sh*t..........................hey daz please, we know each other from way back please don’t let me get blasted”

 

“look at you punk bitch, nah nigga you made yo bed now it looks like you gon sleep in it” daz said with no remorse.

 

He got on his knees and starting begging, he nearly dropped a tear, he had no way out, he knew the balla’s would catch up with him in a matter of days, Daz showed him no remorse, he looked to me for some sort of reverse decision, at first i gave him nothing, and his dropped and he started mumbling. I looked to the sky and shook my head and took a deep breath then looked at Daz and motioned my hand toward the begging man. Daz looked at him for a couple of seconds and said “damn”

 

“ok nigga get up, we giving you another chance, we goin to see sweet, and you can explain yo self to him” Daz said

 

He got up grabbed daz’s hand with both hands and gave him thanks, and he gave me a nod of thanks. We started walking back over to the car as he was heaping praise on us, then out of the blue we heard the screeching of tires, we stood static in the middle of the road, a balla car was coming straight toward us at high speed, we were like rabbits caught in the headlights. Just as the balla car was about to make contact me and daz made a leap of faith and other man did the same, but he was to slow and the car caught him and threw him several metres down the street, we looked as though in slow motion, and seen that his body was mangled, but he was still alive, we contemplated going to help him but before we could even make a move the balla car was on it’s way back and out of the side window was a balla ready to blast. We both jumped straight over Daz’s car to the hard concrete on the other side. Daz was on the floor and opened the driver’s side of the car and pushed cam over to the passenger seat and got in, Cam got down so he couldn't be caught by a bullet. I didn’t have as much look, i was on the floor holing what felt like a broken arm suddenly the side door opened and Ya’s hand reached out and attempted to pull me in. He couldn’t get me in so i said “here give me the strap” ya obliged and chucked it out, i managed to load it with one hand, on the other side of the car the balla’s were going past shooting. I stood up and slid my hand on the roof and put my head down and shot blindly. I looked up to see if i’d hit anything significant, while i was looking a bullet hit the roof of car and sparks flew, i flinched and instinctively hit the floor. As i was about to get back up and let of another round Ya jumped out of the car and pulled me in, Daz put his foot down and took of down the road. Pursued by the balla’s, Daz headed for the grove as it was closer than glen park. They were still shooting at the back of the car and hit the back window several times completely smashing it, i took my one good hand and took aim out of the smashed window an started shooting. The front windscreen of their car smashed in to pieces and i seen that the driver had took a bullet to the head, i could see the blood from metres in front, the other balla was relentless and kept on shooting even though he had no driver, the car swerved and hit the wall at the side of the road and both the shooter and the driver were flung outside the car through the front window. We kept on driving and all regained our composure an pulled in to the grove to safety..............

 

 

[ReDBlAzE]

Leone Family Mafia I'll Take the Masion if that's taken I'll take Caligula's Place if that's taken also give me any Mafia place then.

Edited July 3, 2005 by ReDBlAzE

[GTAFool12]

-Chapter 3: A New Source

 

After my short walk around Wichita Gardens I had an urge to go back to Haze’s. It was not far away and I had some questions I’ve been thinking to ask our hostage. I hurried over to his apartment. Out of curiosity I looked in the dumpster to see our dealer ‘friend’. He was still in there blood dripped down his body. There were broken glass pieces all lodged in his body. I reached my hand in to check his pulse. Still living. I decided this man would be a great influential piece to our current hostage. I hoisted him out of the dumpster and carried him in the apartment. Lucky for me no one was at the front desk. Even if they were this Wichita Gardens, and here they probably don’t give a sh*t. We took the elevator all the way to the top. I knocked on Haze’s door and he answered. He came to the door tired. He greeted me exhaustedly.

 

“Were you just sleeping?”

 

“Yeah.” He replied tired like. “Don’t worry though. I’ve got the dealer under control.”

 

I came in to see what type of control he was talking about. He had him tied up with countless ropes and with tape over his mouth. I gestured him to go get more rope as I placed the badly wounded hostage on the ground. He didn’t understand. I don’t think he even knew I dragged someone through his door. He gave the wounded hostage a strange look and then went to retrieve some rope and a new chair. I took the tape off the other hostage’s mouth and threw it out the window. I then helped Haze with the rope he found and wrapped up our hostage and placed him near the window. I looked to Haze and asked if I could use is phone. He had a cell and threw it over to me. I caught it and immediately flipped open. I punched in Blade’s number and waited impatiently. I walked out the room and gestured Haze to follow. Blade finally picked up.

 

“Yeah,” he said with a yawn in his voice.

 

“Damn, you were sleeping’ too. Anyways this is Ghost.” I said Ghost with an astounded voice. It was the first time I called myself ghost.

 

“I was just wondering if it’s alright for the purple nines to sell marijuana. You know, push it in their faces, a little taste of revenge to those busta Red Jacks.”

 

“Yeah, Yeah, ask our hostages who makes their marijuana. They definitely don’t got men down in San Andreas.” He replied excitedly.

 

I gave a slight sign of delight then I hung up. I turned to Haze and filled him in on the situation. He was excited to have to question our hostages some more. We walked out into the room the hostages were in. I noticed the Dealer from the dumpster had woken up. Haze went to the dealer in better condition and asked whom they were supplied from. Our hostage was a bit hesitant to answer but then I saw Haze give him a look that nobody could trust. He told us something but it wasn’t a name. All he said was The Truth. Haze seemed angry. He asked what he was talking about. He said no one knows his name; we just call him the truth. He then told us he’s a hippie. Suddenly it made sense. I stepped up and asked for his number. He said he didn’t know. I gestured Haze to throw him out. Haze ran up and grabbed the chairs legs.

 

“OK, OK. I know it.” He spit out.

 

I borrowed Haze’s phone again and listened to the numbers and put them in. I waited as it rang. An old man answered and as if it was the only thing he cared about he asked if I was a government agent. I decided to speak politely to him. I asked him how he is involved with the Jacks. He told me a long story. It turns out that the Jacks have been threatening him for having to burn the entire weed in their weed farm. They said they broke the contract and there was a price on his head.

 

I said in a promising way, “We can help you Truth, those Jacks are a bunch of assholes. This isn’t the time to talk business. I’ll talk to you later Truth.”

 

I hung up and turned to Haze. I said I got to split and he can do what he wants with our captives. Haze waved good-bye as I stepped out the door. I decided on going home and giving the Truth a business call. I walked down the streets and realized all the opportunities that have been shoved in our face this day.

 

 

End

[Tril]

UPDATES!

 

GTAFool12:

Another good story..Story Count=4 and earned $30 and $35 for

Chapter 3...The plot thickens with "a new source"...

 

Athrazzz:

It's also Triad becuz it's part ownership of Grove St. and Triads...

It's a partner ship territory so unless a gangwar breaks out and

one gang claims it, it stays on both sides...

It was a ok story kinda funny...You had no money so you stole

a plane...That's classic...$25-7=$18 Earned and story count=1...

 

Zelfin:

Umm...Your not in a gang and you don't have any money...

Pick a gang and write a story...

 

G.StreetOG:

Good job...Story Count=2 and $25 earned...

 

ReDBlAzE:

Leones Mansion...

Edited July 3, 2005 by Tril

[GTAFool12]

You missed Chapter 3

[Arthazzz]

...

Athrazzz:

It's also Triad becuz it's part ownership of Grove St. and Triads...

It's a partner ship territory so unless a gangwar breaks out and

one gang claims it, it stays on both sides...

Do you want me to grade the story you wrote?

...

yes

[killer ape]

what who when, whats locked? well can i join the mafia then? the normal italien mafia?

[Tril]

@Killer Ape:

LB's Lock-Up is the place where the Grove St. gangmembers take

their stolen goods...That's the territory you own for Grove Street...

lol...Ahh...You crack me up...

 

 

 

[johnson.]

Character Name:Jonny Cipriani

Character Backround: Born in 1949 to Tommy Cipriani and his mothers name is not known, His father was murderd at a young age. He and his Brother run Ciprianis Restorante in St.Marks in Liberty City

 

 

Cipriani's Ristorante

 

Marco's Bistro 1967...........

Back then it was all diffrent, The resturants where owned by the Forriel's. I was a bus boy at one of there resturants up in Saint Mark's. Running to the tables to be cleaned then back to the dishwasher to clean the plates. But one day one would change the rest of my life and put me into the corprate worl of gangsterism.

 

"Johnny!" Sonny called at me from his desk in the back. I walked quickly into the backroom. I had seen new owners come and go for this resturant and Sonny had last the longist.

 

Every day some guy in a trench coat would walk in the Resturant and into Sonny's office. And would walk out with a paper bag. I knew what went on. That guy was Sonny's Greaser and would drop something, or someone for some cash. My work clothes where stained in some food gook from cleaning the plates.

 

"Ya boss" i said, in my heavy italian accent.

"Jonny, i need you to take this and bring it down to Hepburn Hieghts" he said handing me a brown bag.

"What is it?" I asked about to open the bag

"Dont open it!" He barked

"You do this and youll get a bigger cut on your next pay check, take it to Hepburn Hieght's find a pay phone wait around and it will ring in a few minutes. Then take the package to where the guy tells you to meet him, you got that?"

"Sure thing" I replyed

 

I grabbed my Coat and hat and walked out to my Glendale. I placed the bag on the seat and looked at it for a moment tempted to look in it. I started the car listened to the sweet sounds of the classic music.

 

I was 6 when it happend, My Mother and my Father and brohter we where coming back from Marcos Bistro, we had turned into a alley way when a man in a black hat and trench coat walked out from the shadows.

"Make the woman give me the money!" He yelled at my father, my mother struggling to keep the man from taking her purse

"Never!" my father shouted and jumped at him, BOOM! came from the sturugle, My father slumped to the ground my mother screamed for help, The man ran off.

 

I pulled up to the payphone, I waited around a few moments then the phone rang I awnserd. Get to the new stadium steps. A new Stadium was being built down the street from the payphone. I jumped back in my car and turned the car towards the stadium. I pulled up slowly and saw a man beside a payphone.

"Your name Johnny?" The man asked

"Ya, you the guy im to talk to?" i replied

"Ya, the names Salvitore, Salvitore Leone"

"Pleasure is all mine" I said pointing over to my Glendale like telling him to follow me, We enterd the Glendale and he grabed the brown bag.

"ahhh, good here take this for your service" He said handing me a small stack of bills "there is two hundered there" He pulled a few pistols from the bag

"Take me to see Sonny" He told me

"Sure thing" i replied

 

"So you work for Sonny eh?" He asked

"Ya he puts all the dirty work on me" I said

"I never liked him" He replied

"So why are you gonna go see Sonny?" I asked

"Well a few months back he killed my brother, and years ago i was walking down the street when i heard a loud bang come from a alley way, I ran to check it out and A man maybe in he was 16 ran right into as i was turning the corner his hat fell of and it looked like Sonny i looked down the ally and i saw my friend Tony with his mother and his younger brother in tears"

"You where the kid that called the police for help!" i said astonished

"What?" he said confused

"Im Tonys younger brother"i replied

"Johnny, Johnny Cipriani! oh god! i havent seen you in ages!" I know

"It was Sonny who killed my father" I asked

"I think so" he replied.

 

The rest of the car ride was silent, I parked the car in the resturant parking lot. Salvitore handed me a gun.

"Here take one you might need it"He said

"uhh thanks" i replied. I placed the gun in my jackets inside pocket. And followed Salvitore into the resturant back room.

"Salvitore!" Sonny shouted

"Sonny!" Salvitore shouted, a muffled bang went off and one of Sonnys men stood up and pulled his gun and aimed it at me and i pulled mine out and aimed it back at him. BOOM! came from the gun and the goomba droped to the floor Sonny stumbled back into his chair and said

"Sal..vit...tore.....wa...wa....what.. what are you doing?"

"You killed my brother!" He shouted punching Sonny in the face

I stood ther looking at both of them

"lets go" said Salvitore

"What arnt you gonna kill him!" i shouted at him

"No he is suffering and he will come back for more and will make him suffer more" He replied

"Ohh uhhh........."i said

"Lets go before the cops show up!" He shouted

 

We ran out to the car and pulled out of the parking lot with ligtning speed.

"where to" i asked

"Any where but here" Savitore repleid

 

It began to rain and the sunwas setting and it seemd we drove around talking about a new family a family that will over throw the Forilles it would be called The Leone Familly.

 

[killer ape]

@Killer Ape:

LB's Lock-Up is the place where the Grove St. gangmembers take

their stolen goods...That's the territory you own for Grove Street...

lol...Ahh...You crack me up...

ohhhhhh now i get it. ok. thanks. (im stupid, IM IN YAY!!!) thanks.

[killer ape]

sorry bout the double post....

 

 

 

chapter 1: sweets girl

 

 

 

it was 1:30 in the morning and i was watching the late night news to see if any news had been updated on the aderson high murder case. while watching the phone rang. not knowing who would call this late i picked up the phone with little fright, it was sweet "yo homie, i have some good news and some bad news" sweet said, i responded "k, what is it den?" sweet said "the good news is my girl got dat plastic surgery she wanted and she like like heaven" i said "good. now what da bad news?" "she beein held hostage by ballas in idelwood at the ballas crack house, im so scared for her, i don't know what to do, please carl please help me." i said with slight depreshen in my voice "of course sweet, i'll be at pizza stack in 10 minuets meet me there" sweet said "ok, thank you carl, i love you (in a family love way since there brothers)"

 

 

i hung up and i got changed, i ran down to my greenwood and i drove over to pizza stack. i parked and walked in to see sweet drinking a cup of 7-up with a look of monsterly angure on his face. i went and sat down with him, he looked up and said to me "thank you cj, you don't know how much this means to me, i would have gotten more grove street people to help me but there all going to a party tonight and i knew you would help." "sweet, im you're brother, i'll do any thing for you, but now lets just go get you're girl back" i responded. sweet stood up and said lets go and took one big last gulp of drink out of his cup and tosed it in the jainitors face....

 

 

 

we got to the crack house and heard loud music and what we guessed to be the t.v, sweet pulled out colt 45 and i grabed my tec-9. sweet closed his eyes and mutterd something to his self and said "we're not gettin any younga and she ant gettin any happya" we ran in to the door and saw sweets girl friend laying on the tabel bare naked with ropes around her arms and legs. we say tril, one of the balla members standing over her without a shirt on and a crack pipe in his hand. he turned his head and he took a colt 45 out. he said to us "sweet, yo girl gotta nice as*, sorry but i spanked it to much so it a lil PURPLE now." then he tried to shoot us but there was no amou in his colt. sweet then shot him in his arm and he fell over and hit his head on the t.v stand and was knocked out but now dead. sweet did not care to kill him any more so he untied his girl and put some clothes on her and we ran out the door and we drove like crazy back to grove street....

 

 

 

 

one back home sweet and his girl went to sweets house and they sleept all night. i woke up the next morning and i went down to make some cerreal and found a message on my ansuring mechine, it said "hahaha, huh, ok, i'll give you that, but it ant over yet killer ape, oh it's only started....homie...." i droped my bowl and ran over to see if sweet was ok. i ran over and the door was wide open but no one was there. i turned my head and saw a black majastic speeding off down torweds the air-port......

 

 

to be continued......

[sean "sweet" johnson]

try spell checking next time. new story BTW

 

grove street families at sweet house/ The assassin in purple. PART 1

 

grove street, 1989, july 8

 

"Sweet, come quick, Jon is dead!" said Jerome (the fat homie at end of other story). Sweet rushed in his car and went to the site of the murder. The GSF was lying on the ground, squirting out blood. He looked like he was stabbed by a knife, then ditched in these low-lying bushes. "Damn, who did it?" sweet asked. "We didn't get a close up look, but he looked like the ballas hitman or something" said Jerome. "Oh sh*t, he's pretty good for being able to take out Jon. tell the GSF to get back in their in houses, I'm going for the hitman." said sweet.

 

He loaded up his guns and gassed up the Greenwood, and started cruising around balla territory. he found a balla and decided to make him spill information. he got out of the car and shot the balla in the leg. the blood was excruciatingly horrible and was spraying out like a fountain. He went up to the balla and used the balla's bandana to cover it.

 

"What the f*ck? why did you stop my bleedin?"

"Because we need sum information, and your the guy who can deliver it."

"I don't know sh*t, I'm not a OG."

"don't bullsh*t me balla, I know more then you take me for, you know enough."

"Find what do you want to know?"

"The balla hitman, where is he?"

"hitman? we don't have no f*cking hitman"

"Then why was the person who iced Jerome wearing purple? better start talking or I aim better next time."

"Ok! It's not a balla, it was a vagos fool who wanted to frame us."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because Im a spy for the ballas."

"I'll let you go, so start walking."

 

Sweet pushed the balla away and he stumbled inside a house. Jerome came in his Greenwood and said "Sweet! He iced another dude but we're following his trail." Sweet hopped in his Greenwood and followed the balla. The balla led them to a run-down house in verdant bluffs. Sweet parked his car in another place's driveway and ducked behind a bush. He called Jerome and said "He is in Verdant bluffs, in a cold-e-sac." Jerome and the others parked their car's in the road and started advancing towards the door. They opened it and said "Damn," and the vagos gangbanger shot two of the guys. Jerome fled.

 

The vagos came towards sweets car and sweet started panicking. He went into the backyard of the house. He could hear the vagos say "This is sweet's car, he's onto us! everybody get to the airport so we can get on the plane. Were meeting the Haitians for the drug deal and we don't want to be late!" Sweet had no idea who the Haitians were, but this was his only chance of killing the hitman. He called Jerome back when they were gone.

 

They followed the vagos to the airport, and saw what plane they were heading towards.

 

LOS SANTOS INTERNATIONAL TO ESCOBAR INTERNATIONAL: LEAVING AT 10 P.M.

 

They went up to buy tickets, but they were sold out. They had to figure out another way to get tickets. Jerome heard to guys saying that they couldn't wait to get to vice city. Sweet and Jerome followed these two guys into the bathroom. Sweet shot one, but the other one came charging with a knife. He cut Sweet from shoulder to arm, but hit the guy with the blunt of his gun. They hid them in the stalls and waited for the flight, but away from the vagos. They also took their clothes, in case they saw the vagos.

 

"The LOS SANTOS INTERNATIONAL TO ESCOBAR INTERNATIONAL flight is leaving in 5 minutes." said the person over the intercom. They walked to the terminal and saw that at least a 1/4 of the people were vagos. They loaded the plane first, and went to get front seats. Now they had to wait.

 

Escobar international airport, vice city, july 9 1989.

 

They landed and were amazed at vice city. it was so bright and colorful. But as they got off the plane, they felt worried. They knew no one in this strange city, and had no contacts. They hailed a taxi, and followed the vagos.

 

They saw the vagos and what probably the Haitians. They were exchanging the drugs when all of the sudden, people who looked like Cubans busted in and started shooting up the vagos and Haitians. so Sweet and Jerome started shooting them too. The vagos and Haitians had scattered, and the Cubans were surveying them. Then a Cuban who looked like their leader came up to them.

 

"Who are you? I've never seen you around here before."

"We are part of the Grove street families, from Los Santos. We followed the vagos here, because they have a assassin that's killin our homies."

"Well then are you enemies of the Haitians?"

"Any ally of the vagos are enemies."

"We'll any enemy of the Haitians are friends of ours. What's your name, I'm Umberto robina."

"I'm Sean Johnson, but you can call me Sweet."

"Well Sweet, come and rest. We are pursuing the Haitians tomorrow."

 

I followed the Cubans to their place, a cafe. I went into a hotel and slept.

TMS

[Tril]

Updates!

 

johnson:

It was a little confusing...

But still good none the less.. $25.

 

killer ape:

You basterd! Your making me look like a perverted freak...

Pssh...I gotta write a story showing my side of the story...

Can't have people running around talking down about me...

Well anywayz use spell check and capitalize I don't know how

many times I've said that to people...$15 earned...

 

sean "sweet" johnson:

Wow...Everyones making a connection to the game...

Have $20 buckz!

 

Athrazzz&GTAFool12:

Check the last Update...

[killer ape]

Chapter 1 continued: sweets girl….

 

 

 

 

After the car made the turn for the air port I ran in and grabbed my tec-9 and got a taxi to drive me to the air port. We got there and tril was just getting out of there car. He took sweets hand and his girls hand and ran down to the baggige clame and I shot him dead. But to my amazement it was not tril. It was a vago dressed like a balla. That only means that the man at the crack house was not tril. It must have been the vago. I put sweet and his girl in the car and started to drive to the crack house….

 

 

 

On the way there sweet said “Carl how did you know he took us here?”

I said in response “I got a message saying he was going to finish something and that it has only began??? I didn’t know what da hell he was talkin bout. But I ran out mah house and saw the car speeding down there so I chased after it and once a got to the air port I saw the man really wasn’t a balla” “i know cj, it was a vagie no I mean um….vagy no no. um….” Said sweets girl friend, then sweet said to his girl “vago sweetie, its vago. So yeah Carl thank’s.” …..

 

 

 

 

Then we made it to the crack house. We got out and I got my tec-9 ready and 9 gave sweet another Tec and sweet gave his girl a knife. We all walked in slowly, there was not much we could find…..

 

 

 

 

Sweet checked the bath room, his girl checked the bed room, and I checked the closet.

Nothing was found, but then we heard a smash from under the crack table in the kitchen. .

We ran over and saw a man in yellow clothes that didn’t seem to fit him under the table with ropes tieing up his arms to his legs. He had a bandana covering his mouth so he could not speek…..

 

 

 

I untied him and let him talk, he said “grove street, I never guessed I would ever say dis to one but……thanks, I would have died wit out you,” sweet said “yeah well explain dis shi* to us nigg* before you DO fuc*ing die bit*h. the man said “ok I will. I was in my room last night watching some movie on TV and I heard dis car pull up out my window, I looked out da window and saw a vago get out and walk over to mah door. I ran over to lock it but he came in to fuc*ing fast, he hit me in da back wit a colt 45 gat and a must have gone unconsensh. I woke up under dat table and I was in da clothes dat vago was wearing, bout an hour later I heard people burst in da door and I heard sounds of guns and a girl screaming like she was having sex and not wanting it. after that I heard complete nothingness. And now, you. Mah name is Tril and im a balla, since you saved mah life, I won’t try and kill you, please don’t kill me” I said “ok, thank you, we will leave now.” We left and went back to da grove and every thing was fine from there…

 

 

Chapter 1: sweets girl end!

 

 

 

Chapter 2 coming…….

 

 

 

(ok, i used word and i cleared up that it wasn't you who raped sweets girl friend, hope this was better) (my name insteed of killer ape is going to just be carl or cj cause it is hard to remember to say killer ape hehe)

Edited July 4, 2005 by killer ape

[ReDBlAzE]

Characters Playing In Chapter 1

 

Setting: Can't think of a place so, somewhere in San Fierro

 

Salvatore

 

 

Mafia Guys I think this is the picture of them.

 

 

Triads

 

 

Ken

 

 

Well The Triads Hate The Mafia In The Games.

 

Prologue: (What's Going To Mostly Going To Happen In Chapter 1)

 

Well Salvatore has arranged a meeting with Ken Rosenberg (Can't spell his last name I think its correct) Mr. Salvartore asks his Mafia Men to arrange to thier places to make sure no one interrupts the meeting, Ken Rosenberg goes to the airport from Las Venturas to a trip to San Fierro as he arrives Mafia men welcome him and, Ken Rosenberg gets in the limo. The Mafia men and Ken Rosenberg didn't know that they were being followed by Triads. The Triads have no idea where the meeting is so they follow them and soon enough get ready to ambush the meeting.

 

Chapter 1: The Meeting Ambush

 

"You guys better get ready,you assholes to get setted up in your locations if not I'll kill the f*ck out of you! Plus your goddam family" said Salvatore. Ken Rosenberg came out of Cagiligula's Palace Entrance and walked toward Maccer's and Ken Paul's car and gave Ken Rosenberg a drive to the airport. There stood a private jet. It didn't really belong to Ken Rosenberg. Salvatore just sent it over there so Ken Rosenberg could hurry. About 3 hours later... Ken Rosenberg stepped out of the private jet and saw Salvatore's Mafia men and a black limo. The Mafia men greeted him and got him in the limo. As they drove they didn't notice the Triads following them at all.

 

The Mafia men pulled over some huge hotel. Ken Rosenberg stepped out and asked the hotel clerk the room and floor of Salvatore. "Floor 5, Room 25." said the Hotel Clerk. Rosenberg went by the closed elevator with Salvatore's two Mafia men. Ken Rosenberg knocked on Room 25 on Floor 5. Then Mr. Salvatore appeared. "Ken what the hell?" said Salvatore. "What did I do? Huh?" said Ken Rosenberg. "You know what I'm talking about the goddam bank at Caligula's, I know it was that dumb Johnson b*tch, but he can't just rob the fu*ckin bank himself!" said Salvatore. "Well I guess that's the end of the story right boss, Bye I gotta go to bed I get some problems at late at the night." "Excuses sit down kid, don't even think about it." said Salvatore. The Mafia men pushed him back with the seat.

 

"So you see here Ken, if you don't find out who the hell worked with the Johnson kid, I kill you; you understand stand, you got less then two weeks." said Salvatore. "Alright then, calm down Salvatore." said Ken Rosenberg. Ken thinks to himself, God why me? I got to get out of here. "Don't tell me to calm down! No one messes with Salvatore, I mean NO ONE!" said Salvatore. Soon enough after a drink and some talk of 5 min, A Traid goes on the roof across the hotel setting up the gun while, sevaral Triads go trough the back ally way of the hotel. Bang... the Triad sniper started the assault, sniping the Mafia guy guarding the door of the hotel. The sevaral other Mafia men come out of the hotel and hide behind garage cans, boxs, T.V's (Trash) whatever they find to hide behind. (I know that we don't got any guns yet, so I can't think of another story for Chapter 1) A Mafia guy aim's at the sniper on top of the across roof with his Chromed Shotgun, and Bang! got him, but the Triad had targeted another mafia and shot at the same time and one Triad had fallen plus a Mafia man. Triads started coming out of allyways, by the side of the hotel and saw the Mafia men looking trough other rooftops if there's any other Triads sniping. The Triads took thier Colt 45 (That's what they own I saw in the gang's) and fired. Made 2 headshots on two of the Mafia men.

 

One of the Mafia men, went behind the hotel and stook his head out on the other ally way if its there, the Triads are attacking from, so that the Mafia could attack from thier back, and one could set up as a distraction. As he saw them a Traid Fish Van appeared right in front of him, and ran as fast as he can. The Mafia man told the other one's getting attacked that a Traid Fish Van appeared. Which means they got reinforcements appeared. the Mafia guy stook out his head to wait till they got into the ally, but instead they went toward the left ally were the Mafia men were getting gun down. At the rooftop of the hotel were Mafia men getting thier Colt 45's ready to attack the right allyway, so that they can attack from above. The Mafia men in the allyway were ready for to counterattack from the reinforcements. One of the triads stook out thier head to the left allyway to make sure that the Mafia allyway that's being attacked. Bang! Headshot by a shotgun. The Triads then just rushed into them and gunned out three Mafia men. The rest of the Triad counterattack died.

 

On the rooftop of the Mafia men needed to warn Salvatore about the ambush. He went as fast as he can to Floor 5, Room 25 where the meeting is still taking place and knocked on the door. "Boss the Triads setup a ambush on us!" said the Mafia man. "What the hell, Ken did the Triads follow you to the meeting." said Salvatore. "Ummm" said Ken Rosenberg. "ANSWER ME" said Salvatore. "How should I know I don't look in back of the car to see a car following me, it nevers happens?" said Ken Rosenberg. "What?! Get the limo ready we are getting packed to go back to Cagiligula's Palace." said Salvatore. The Mafia man got back to the rooftop and started shooting into the right allyway. Soon enough they died, Salvatore and Ken Rosenberg hurried out of the hotel and hopped into the limo. Another reinforcements appeared by the Triads the Mafia kept gunning them down till the limo got out of site. It took about 5 hours to get back to Cagiligula's Palace. "As I said before no one messes with Salvatore, I mean NO ONE! said Salvatore."

 

End Of Chapter One

Edited July 4, 2005 by ReDBlAzE

[GTAFool12]

whoops

 

I thought you were claming that Ch1 was Ch2 and you already checked it sorry.

Thanks for grading it f*ckface

Edited July 4, 2005 by GTAFool12

[Tril]

@GTAFool12:

Ok f*ckface I EDITED the last update read it again!!!

Sorry for the cursing but I said check last update for a reason.

[Officer Pulaski]

ill take the cubans again

Cafe Robina

[johnson.]

This is a report on how the gangs started in Los Santos

 

 

Character Name: John "J.F" Frowly

Age: 28

Character Backround: J,F was born in Los Santos, His mother left him alone at home and never returned at the age of 13. He never met his Father and dropped out of school the day after his mother left him. He only knows the streets and is the leader of the natorious gang "The Ballas"

 

Balla's, Glenpark

 

Ganton 1986

Back then, before The Balla's and Grove Street fools it was diffrent, every one was homies. No bad blood on the streets. I was 16 and me and my old home boy but now enemy Sweet we where down in Idlewood at the 69 cent store. We where picking up some beer, We strolled in the store and I looked at the cashier. He was a chines man his wife was sitting in the back, He seemed pretty nervous like we where gonna rob the place or something. I looked at the magazines as Sweet grabbed the beer in the back. Sweet could get me anything if I just gave him the money he looked 18 but was 16. Sweet placed the four 40oz on the counter and the cashier checked them, he was shaking badly now.

 

"13....1..13,5...13,50$" he stutterd

"Whats amatter man you shaking like someting bad is gonna happend" I said as i grabbed a 40 and opened it up and Sweet handed him the money.

"I just dont want no trouble" He said as me ad Sweet where walking off

"What!" I said in anger, then black boys would be blammed for all the sh*t that went down. It eretaded me badly

"I..I..I dont want no trouble" he said as his wife came from the back

"mother f*cka!" I shouted pulled my 9mm out and aiming it at him

"J.F dont do it man" Sweet shouted at me

"Im sick of this racial bullsh*t Sweet!" I yelled

"No kill him... please!" his wife cried

"Please leave!" the man said almost in tears

"You know what f*ck you!" I shouted as the 9mm spewwed with bullet fire

"sh*t J.F NO!" Sweet shouted. I jumped over the counter and looked at the women in tears and sobbing over her now dead husband. I opend the cash register grabbed the cash and jumped back over the counter then the woman grabbed my leg as i was climbing over.

"You basterd!" she shouted

"What!" I shouted back while my 9 fired into the night

"Lets go" i told Sweet who was sitting in the 86 Greenwood

 

Back then you had to stick by your friends, if someone f*cked up all of you would end up dead. back at the Grove Og Loc's parents knew what went on in the hood but didnt care if some fool got blasted right in there house. Cars where parked on the lawn and the sound of rhyms came from the house. Me and Sweet where greeted with props

 

"Yo its J.F and Sweet! how you boys doing" Akon shouted

"We kool man!" replied Sweet. We chilled at the party till dawn and stummbled out

"Yo you one of them Johnson boys aint you!" Shouted someone at Sweets younger brother Carl

"Ya what are you gonna do about it" replied Carl

"You the little bitch the broke my sisters heart!" replied this big large guy.

"f*ck you bitch" said Carl, Then the big guy threw a punch at Carl and hit him right accross the face

"The f*ck?" i said to Sweet who was macking on this girl

"Sweet its your bro he is in trouble" I shouted to him

"What...? oh sh*t" and Sweet jumped on the big guy and i followed punching the downed guy

"Dont you ever f*ck with my brother!" you got that nigga!" shouted Sweet

"yaa...yaa...i.. got you" he replied as sweet let him go and then he took off.

 

We piled into the car and drove around till maybe 12:00 till something acctualy happend. I turned the corner and we where in Glen Park I pulled the car to the side walk.

"Yo dog you drive now" i told Carl

"Alright man" we got out of the car and got comfortable. A black Virgo pulled around the corner and three gun aimed out the window at us

"DRIVE BY!" I shouted, we ducked down and a blast of gun fire hit the car i peeked over to see that they were passed us.

"Carl go...go..go! after them" I shouted aiming my 9 out the window and aimed the best i could and fired repeatedly. Sweet opend up the glove compartmen in front of me and pulled a Tec 9 out.

"sh*t Sweet move i cant aim properly with you rubbing my leg at sh*t!" i shouted at him

"Calm down Nigga!" he barked back. The attackers aimed back at us and fired. We turned down the road and i shouted

"sh*t im running low on ammo!"

I sat myself back in the chair and loaded my last clip. Just then the Virgo crashed into a telephone pole became immobalized. We pulled up slowly and saw that the attackers seemed dead. But we where terrably wrong......

 

We sat in the Johnson House, Beverly bringing us drinks and asking us question on how the party was last night. As soon as she was out of ear shot i asked

"Damn that was the boy that jumped Carl this morning"

"I know man we are in some serious sh*t right now" Sweet replied

[Arthazzz]

the 4 Dragons Cazino

woozie

 

The other day I woke up with the sun in my eyes, CJ was in the kitchen eating some cock-o-pops. I took some sprunk from the fridge & dunked it.

 

"So when will we gonna meet that woozie guy" I asked

 

"Right after we finish one more thing" he replied, he finished the cereal & told me to come with him.

 

We went outside & got in to his greenwood.

 

"Some Vago assholes where doing a drive by yesterday, they killed smokes brother - spike, lets go find them & kill those mother f*ckers. You got some piece?"

 

"Only my .45 & 3 bullets"

 

"Will do, there are only 3 of them, ill take my tec - 9"

 

"ehhhh... o...k lets go"

 

 

CJ called a near by homie & Smoke than we drove to las Flores. Carl saw a yellow Stalion & stopped

 

“This is the car they used on the drive by, the license number said EASUX, take a look"

 

A homie went to take a look at the car & shouted:

 

“Yup its the same one, nice number btw"

 

"What?" yelled CJ

 

"Eh...um... nothing, they must be inside, lets go"

 

"SHUT UP THATS MY LINE!!!" shouted CJ again " Ok everyone, they must be inside, lets go"

 

We approached the door, Carl & smoke got their Tec - 9's ready & I took out my colt.45. A homie kicked the door, but he didn't open it, he broke his leg instead.

 

"What a moron" said smoke “here ill show you how it's done"

 

He jumped on the door & fell inside on the floor with it.

 

"Wow, what a pro" i said

 

“Shut up, let's go"

 

We ran in & checked every room in the first floor, than the second, we only found them in the last floor. One of them was near the stairs & tried to kill us, but we where first.

Than we went in to a room. One Vago ran trough the window & jumped in to a pool outside, but he didn't know that the pool didn't have any water in it. The other Vago looked down & said:

 

"Man that nigga’s f*cked up!"

 

"So are you bich!!!" shouted smoke shooting 30 bullets at his head, his brains splattered all over the place & sh*t.

It was over.

 

Later Smoke & the homie went home & I with CJ drove to Las Venturas...

 

"the four Dragons cazino, we're here, lets go ill introduce you with woozie, oh yeah Arthazzz, I have to warn you, he's blind"

 

"No sh*t?"

 

"Yeah, let's go"

 

We went inside. The place was great i liked it. We stepped in to woozies office, CJ introduced me:

 

"...this is my cousin Arthazzz, he's looking for some work, so maybe you can help him?"

 

"Ah, yes, Arthazzz, I'm Woozie, & this is my personal guard Suzie"

 

"ehh... nice to meet you both"

 

"lets go ill show you around"

 

While woozie introduced me with the casino (hitting the walls & falling down for about 20 times) CJ left...

 

When we werre done Woozie gave me a key of a hotel room: "Pirates in men’s pants"...

 

Edited July 4, 2005 by Arthazzz

[ReDBlAzE]

Chapter 2: The Questions are Answered

 

Setting: Cagiligula's Palace and Vas Venturas

 

Characters Playing In Chapter 2

 

Salvatore

 

 

Mafia Guys

 

 

Ken Rosenberg

 

 

CJ

 

 

 

"Ken you have any idea how much money is gone?" said Salvatore. "Well no really?Ummm.." said Ken Rosenberg. "Well let's here. More then your GODDAM FAMILY." said Salvatore. "Alright I have couple questions here Ken, why did the Triads ambush us, who helped the Johnson boy rob the bank, where did he get a keycard, and how the hell does he know you!" saod Salvatore. "Well let's see somehow Maccer and Ken Paul came here with him" said Ken Rosenberg. "Well guess what Ken I found out something about the Johnson boy he's arriving here from the airport about in a hour, and you are going to follow him and find out who stole our money, you got that?!" said Salvatore. "Ok sure thing" said Ken Rosenberg.

 

"Wait Ken to make sure you don't run or something you get two guys from our gang" said Salvatore. Ken thinks to himself, No! Why! How did I get myself into this! Ken walked out of Cagiligula's Palace. "So where is he arriving again" said Ken Rosenberg.

"You got memory problems, I guess I'll drive." said one of the Mafia men.

It took about thirty minutes to get to the Las Venturas Airport. Once they got there they saw a plane landing. "That must be him." said Ken Rosenberg. They waited in the front entrance for Carl Johnson to get out, for a while they waited and came out. "There he is follow him" said Ken Rosenberg. They started to follow him it took about ten minutes till he finnaly stopped somewhere. There it was the Four Dragon's Casino, but it didn't make any sense why they still attacked us.

 

So two of the answers got reaveled who helped Carl Johnshon rob the bank, but Ken Rosenberg told how Carl Johnson knows him, but there's still two more answers to find out. The Mafia men had better plan's what to do, they stepped out of thier Mafia Sentinel and hid by the entrance soon enough Carl Johnson appeared out of the entrance. One of the Mafia men came right behind him and put his hands on his neck to make sure he doesn't run from them. They took him into the back of the car, the Mafia men had tied him up so he doesn't move at all, his tied up legs and arms and tape on his mouth. The Mafia drove him to Cagiligula's Palace.

 

They took out Carl Johnson out of the car, Ken Rosenberg following the two Mafia men. They came into a office where Salvatore was looking out of the window. "Well, well what do we have here. Get the goddam tape off his mouth." said Salvatore.

"Ouch! You B*TCH!" said Carl Johnson. "Don't call me a b*tch you little asshole betrayer." said Salvatore. "Well tell me something how did you get the keycard, Tell me? And how did you rob the bank by yourself, you got help I know it." said Salvatore. "Umm.. Boss I can answer that, about who helped Carl Johnson." said Ken Rosenberg. "What the hell are you standing there for then." said Salvatore. "Well it was the Sindacco Family Mafia." said Ken Rosenberg. "What?? No it wasn't it was the Triads!" said a Mafia man. "Rosenberg you little b*tch LIAR! Don't talk right now!" said Salvatore. "Ok Carl Johnson tell me why did the Triads attack us and who gave you the keycard?" said Salvatore.

 

"You Mother F*CKER I'm not telling you." said Carl Johnson. "Well fine then." said Salvatore. Salvatore then took out his Colt 45, and pointed it on Carl Johnson's head just to get a answer. "Carl give me the answer now! or I'll blast your head away!" said Salvatore. "Alright Chill! Ok... Millie gave me the keycard, but how the hell should I know why the Triad's attacked you." said Carl Johnson. "Don't lie to me Carl. You two go straight to Millie's house and get her over here now!" said Salvatore.

"Okk.. they tried to kill you to end your business and gang after they got your money." said Carl Johnson. "Your still not going anywhere Carl. I'm keeping you for answers go later on!" said Salvatore. "F*CKIN HELL NO YOU AIN'T B*TCH! You should dam die!." said Carl Johnson.

 

End Of Chapter 2

Edited July 4, 2005 by ReDBlAzE

[Tril]

UPDATES YOU PUCKFACES!

 

ReDBlAzE:

It's ok...$50 EARNED OVERALL!!!

 

Athrazzz:

Less play-ish next time man...$15 Earned!

 

johnson.:

Intresting...Have $30!

 

killerape:

Damn straight!

Tril does no such things!

I'm straight dealer!

Anywayz have $20!

[F-s-X]

My head is out of ideas but shoudn't the Triads have AK's to.

Because they got them in SA.

[Officer Pulaski]

CAFE ROBINA!

 

Beginning of the Beginning

 

I, Rico Robino, was headed back to the family cafe in Little Havana, Vice City. After being on the streets of Las Venturas, I decided to head back to meet up with my cousin Umberto. I was in the Las Venturas Airport, I couldn't take my guns with me of course. I got into my plane and took the flight to Vice City. When I arrived at Escobar Airport it was about 12:30 PM. I waved down a Cabbie and got in. When we got to the end of the street that Sunshine Auto's is on, we stopped. I looked up in front and there were two Haitian Voodoo's there and three Haitians with Colt .45's, in the distance I heard gunfire.

The cab driver got out of the car with a bat and said, "Jou better move dos cars meng!".

One of the Haitians, with a heavy Jamaican accent said, "Go away you got no buisness here."

"Jo meng dis is my buisness" said the cab driver, as he walked toward them.

I knew they were going to cap him, so I snuck out of the backseat and got into the driver's seat.

"Jou gonna move?" said the cab driver.

"No I ain't" said the Haitian. The cab driver smashed the headlight of one of the Voodoo's.

"Jou moving now?" said the cab driver. All the Haitians shot at him, and just as they did, I floored. I ran over two of the Haitians, then smashed into the front end of one of the cars and drove off while the last Haitian ran after me, shooting at me.

 

I got half way down the small street that leads to Cafe Robino, and in the middle of the street Haitians were attacking with Colt .45's. At the end of the street, at the corner, Cubans were firing back at them with Colt .45's. There were about fifteen Cubans and about twelve Haitians. I floored it, ran over two Haitians on the sidewalk to the right, then turned left and went through an alleyway on the other side of the road where three Haitians had been taking cover. I drove to the end of the alleyway and crashed into the wall at the end. I got out of my wrecked car and ran North down the alleyway towards Cafe Robino. I emerged from the alleyway at the corner of the street. On my right side, where I had just come from, the Cubans were doing all right, but in front of me, looking East down the street, there were about thirty Haitians and about ten Cubans.

 

I looked back to my right and there were only three Haitians left on that side. I picked a gun up from a dead guy and helped my friends. I shot one in the arm and one in the head, then the guy I shot in the arm was shot in the chest by someone else, then the last guy was shot in the head. There were about ten Cubans left with me, we went down the street to join the other fight. There were about four Cubans left there and twenty-five Haitians, they all had Colt .45's. I sent the rest of the men in to attack. I ran into Cafe Robino, I passed the few people that were inside and ran upstairs, then up to the roof. I ran to the edge and saw that our guys were getting killed. There were about twenty Haitians left and about nine Cubans.

 

I layed down near the edge of the rooftop and I tried sniping them with my Colt .45. I shot three in the head, but then they saw me and stated shooting. I ducked down behind the roof's edge. Now that the Haitians were all distracted with me, the Cubans came out and started shooting. I got up and started shooting wildly in the crowd of Haitians getting leg shots, arm shots, everything. But then I got shot in the left arm, I fell back. The bad news was I was shot, the good news was that before I was shot, there were only about three Haitains left, and about six Cubans. I walked slowly down the stairs into Cafe Robino. The five remaining Cubans ran into the Cafe right after all the Haitians were dead.

 

There were two other Cubans in the Cafe, and they were looking at a guy on one of the tables. The only other person there was my uncle Robino. I went over to look over to see who the guy was on the table, it was Umberto. He had been shot in the stomach.

 

"Umberto, you all right," I said, I had a Cuban accent but it was light.

"Oh yeah sure fine," he said, "No, im not f*ckin all right here I'm dying meng!" *cough cough*, blood came out of his mouth.

"All right, Rico you take care of the gang, and Pepe, you help him," he said. I didn't realize one of the two guys looking over him was Pepe, an old family friend.

"My last wish is you kill those Haitian bastards!" he said, and died.

It looked like it was just gonna be Pepe, a few Cubans and I.

 

End Story

[ReDBlAzE]

Chapter 3: Payback Time!

 

Setting: Liberty City

 

 

 

Characters Playing In Chapter 3:

 

Salvatore

 

 

Mafia Men

 

 

Triads

 

 

 

"Payback Time!" said Salvtore. "Well now, First thing first, we goddam kill the stupid dumb TRIADS!" said Salvatore. "Alright all of you Mafia men go to Chinatown and kill the SH*T out of the Triads!" said Salvatore. The Mafia men stepped out of Salvatores Mansion, and got in thier Mafia Sentinel's four in each. They started going and soon enough arrived by Joey's Garage. The Mafia Sentinel in the front of the rest, had a car crash. Behind that Mafia Sentinel a normal man stepped out of the car to make sure thier ok, but the man in the Mafia Sentinel stepped out with his Colt 45 and fired at him then he died bleeding from his mouth to his legs for damaging the Mafia Sentinel.

 

The Mafia arrived where they needed to by Joey's Garage. They stepped out of thier car, got thier guns ready the Colt 45 and Chromed Shotgun and walked toward China Town by the Noodle Stand. On the streets Triads started seeing Mafia men and started to cover themself and got ready to fire. The Mafia looked around till they heard gunshots near by which were headed toward them, a Mafia man went down, curled up on the ground, a Mafian dragged him for cover and the rest started shooting. A Triad Fish Van came to cover the Triads better and more Triads appeared from the truck they shot beneath the van and kept killing the Mafia. The Mafia retreated into a allyway into steps to a roof. The Triads followed them and didn't see them they aimmed carefully, maybe a Mafian will pop out of anywhere.

 

The Mafian's took thier Chromed Shotgun and Colt 45's and shot them in the legs and arm's, one of the Triads got shot in the arm's dropped thier Colt 45 and Mafian came down the steps of the roof and took a fallen Triads bat and swung into the Triads head. He was covered in blood all over the face like red paint, but the Mafian was surrounded from each side and got shot down with thier Colt 45's. The Mafia on the roof now were ready to use the Chromed Shotgun each bullet killed or knocked two to three Triad's. Soon more Mafian's came from Salvatores Mansion, blood was dripping everywhere by these to gang's it was a bloodbath. The Mafian's stepped out of the car and ran toward the allyway's and another Triad Fish Van came, but runovered sevaral Mafian's that got out of the car.

 

The Mafia men that lived after that runovered rampage took thier Colt 45., Chromed Shotgun's and shot the Triad Fish Van and started to go on fire and soon enough it blew up and killed Triads and Mafian's in the allyway. The Mafian's thought it was over but it wasn't the headed back toward Joey's Garage, once they got there they stepped into thier Mafia Sentinel's. After they stepped in a Triad Fish Van appeared and began to chase them, It was a Drive-By to the Mafian's still on the street were getting killed by the Drive-By Triad Fish Van. The Triad Fish Van began going for the Mafia Sentinel. Now it turned to be something different they popped each others wheels of thier vechile killed gang members in the vechile's.

 

They were next to each right to left they kept shooting each, popped each wheels till the a Triad shot the last wheel of the Mafia Sentinel and it spinned around and drove toward the water they coundn'lt stop the Mafia Sentinel, so they decided they were going to jump out of the Mafia Sentinel. The Triad ranovered the people lying on the ground that jumped out of the Mafia Sentinel and the wheels of the Triad Fish Van were by the edge of the water when they stopped. They think they were luckey, but a Mafia Sentinel with couple Mafian's smashed into the Triad Fish Van and it got pushed into the water, they coundn'lt open thier door it was jammed they the Triad Fish Van rested in the bottem of the water. Only about ten Mafian's lived, they drove back to Salvatores Mansion and said that they were done. "That's just a warning I tell you, a warning my men. This is the beginging only." said Salvatore.

 

End Of Chapter 3

Edited July 4, 2005 by ReDBlAzE

[GTAFool12]

-Chapter 4: The Grass is Greener on the West Side

 

 

I was at my home and decided to call The Truth and discuss business. I picked up my phone and called that number. It rang twice and then he answered. Yet again he asked if it was the government. I replied telling him that it’s me Ghost. He said a whole bunch of synonyms for words and expanded his sentences but basically all he said was that we were to discuss business. First I asked him about the burning. He explained about the cop from the San Andreas Riots of 92 and a good friend named Carl Johnson. I asked why he couldn’t just replant, but he responded that the soil was unfertile.

 

I brought up the fact he told me about the price on his head and he told me they probably wouldn’t even bother. He was just spooked when I brought up the Red Jacks. I then came to the part when I asked him if he could harvest for us.

 

“Dude, are you a madman. I just told you the soil is unfertile.” He replied.

 

“Hmm, what if we were to come down there and help you obtain some new land.”

 

“You are in luck my friend. I know just the place. I’ve stolen their tractor, so lets take the farm.”

 

“Alright just give me the Address and I’ll send a Purple Nine down there whenever we get the chance.”

 

“One last thing, if you pull this off we will be blood brothers and I’ll harvest for you at an extreme discount.” He chimed in.

I thanked him so much and said good-bye. I needed to send a man down there to help out our new friend the Truth, my soon to be blood brother. I wondered what the hell he was talking about, but then I remembered he is a hippie. I needed someone to get the job done and I also needed air travel. We could always just sneak on a plane. I called up Haze and filled him in on the situation. I popped the question about him coming with me to San Andreas. He was excited and kept ranting on about finally going to the west coast. I told him we are going to leave as soon as Blade says he don’t need us here right now. We both decided to put him on three-way calling. We called him up and asked about going to S.A. He sounded quite reluctant at first.

 

I completely changed his mind when I told him, “It would be like taking from the Red Jacks and also getting connections on the west side.”

 

“Well in that case you guys can go. I just got news that Jaw will be out of the hospital in two days.”

 

Haze and I cheered and then we said good-bye to Blade. I continued discussing with Haze about when is departure should be.

 

“How about tonight?” He said.

 

“Are you kidding?” I replied.

 

He laughed and approved that his question was correctly heard. He also told me about the fact that we could sleep on the plane. I agreed that he had a strong point there. I told him to meet me at Francis Intl. Airport in 20 minutes. I hung up and ran outside with my Uzi 9mm to summon a taxi. I got in one and spoke to him my destination.

 

 

18 minutes later…

 

I stepped out my cab and handed the driver his pay. I walked over to Haze who was standing near the front entrance. He held me back from getting in the terminal. I gave him a strange look and he told me that we aren’t going to San Andreas that way. I was now pissed because I thought we would at least fly 3rd class, but we were going to be riding in the storage area it seemed. We walked around back hopping multiple fences and running past numerous jets. A plane to San Andreas was at the gate and was about to be loaded up. A man on a motorized staircase drove up to the storage hatch and opened the door. He climbed down to summon his co-worker who drove the baggage handler. Haze and I looked at each other and both knew the plan. The man was far enough away to not see us. We slowly, but silently moved up into the storage area. It was pitch black in there. Haze and I both moved to what must have been the back. The man started loading the plane, but he couldn’t see us.

 

I whispered to Haze, “Now we play the waiting game.” As we both attempted to fall asleep despite the fact of the engines right near us. Eventually I drifted off…

 

 

 

The Very Next Day

 

I awoke to the plane making contact on the ground. Haze was surprisingly still asleep. I knew he would wake soon from the plane, so I waited. Soon enough me and enough me were both awake and another man came to open the door. When he did light poured in and we knew it was daytime. He whispered to me to just run out of here because we knew there was nothing they could do. We stood up and dashed out the big plane. We hurried on over to the tall gates and began climbing. I looked back to see the men’s reaction. They just shrugged and continued their work. I caught a glimpse of the city and from the pictures I have seen, it must have been San Fierro. When we made it over to the other side we walked around the circular piece of road trying to catch a taxi. We pulled one over and asked him how much it would be to get to Back O Beyond. He told us 15 dollars. It sounded reasonable, so we hopped in and began our journey. I told him that we need to go to a certain farm. He nodded as if he knew the farm I was talking about. We didn’t even know who the Truth was and we were on our way to help him. I could tell that on the phone he was an old man. The cab driver drove us through the countryside of San Andreas. I looked around with my eyes widening. I have never seen such big trees like that in Liberty. We pulled up to two farms on the street. We saw that the meter in the taxi hit 15 dollars so we told him to stop. We handed him the money and stepped out. I looked at both farms. One had richly dark brown soil and the other was dry and cracked. I headed off towards the one with sh*t looking soil. Haze stopped me.

 

“This is the farm?” He questioned surprisingly.

 

“Of course it is, why do you think were helping the guy get new land.” I responded.

 

We walked down the path all the way to a small little shack. We knocked twice. 5 minutes passed of us waiting. Just then an old man came out of a tractor shed.

 

“Ah my new friends welcome to my abode.” The Truth said, “You must be with those purple nines.”

 

We informed him all about us and brought up business terms and such. He gave us a deal that no dealer would refuse. He told us that he knows a man that will ship to liberty docks for him for free. He owns a whole business and everything. They go way back so, he can also do land delivery. Haze and I glanced at each other probably thinking the same thing: How did the old man get so much respect? Any ways we understood what he was talking about, but there had to be a catch. I asked what it was.

 

He pointed to the farm across the street and remarked on how they are the wrong people. He said he wanted it. Haze and I looked at each other and he pulled me back to discuss something privately.

 

“ Should we do it?” He whispered.

 

“How tough could it be? There just farmers.” I said and pointed to my gun.

 

We turned back to the Truth and told him we were up to the challenge. He told us to have best of luck and be careful because they pack rifles. As the Truth spoken those words Haze shot me a look that made me feel like an idiot. I encouraged him we could pull it off. We headed up the road to the other farm. When we made it to the border of the road and the farm Haze said, “Be careful, Rednecks are crazy.”

I nodded and we walked into the farm. It was morning and a big tractor thing was out in the field. We headed to the only real house. All of a sudden tons of farmers swarmed out from all those tube greenhouses. We were almost to the house, but besides the fact of the mob of farmers with shovels and few with rifles, we weren’t getting there that soon. A farmer began yelling at us. I looked at Haze and nodded. Both him and me had the same idea.

 

We pointed our Uzi’s at the farmers and I yelled out, “WE ARE TAKING OVER THIS FARM!”

Our Uzi’s poured out bullets and Haze and I strafed to the sides. Blood was squirting in the air and other farmers began raising their rifles some had close shots, but old farm guns like that, did not have the best aim. There was about 3 farmers left, all fully armed firing at us. I found myself taking cover behind a pyramid of hay. Haze was behind a few tractors cursing and firing at the farmers. Another one went down to the ground. Haze got my attention and gave me a signal asking if he could continue to the house. I nodded and kept firing. I peeked over to spot the farmers and they were hiding behind a few tractors, reloading. Haze made a dash for the house and before I knew it he was in.

 

I decided to finish off these fools right now. I popped up and pointed the gun. My attention was caught by them both aiming at me. I squeezed the trigger and unleashed a few rounds. They too had fired their guns. Bullets exchanged in the air. I nailed one in the chest while my left arm was skinned a little bit. I felt a stinging pain for a few seconds and then fell back into cover. I knew this was the last man around, it was a showdown and the advantage was almost equal. I stood up and bravely walked in a clear opening. He targeted me and I aimed at him. Shells fell to the ground when we both opened fire. I dived into my safe zone still shooting. I got him in the left bicep. He screamed and pointed his rifle with one shaking grip. He opened fire at the bale of hay I was behind. Bullets nearly made it through. I reloaded as he unloaded at me. My gun was full and I was ready to kill. A click was heard off in his direction. I jumped out and unloaded on him while his gun was empty. He attempted a getaway but I was just to fast. Bullets pierced his skin and he dropped to the ground. I checked the ‘dead’ farmers pulse to see if they were dead. No pulse. I watched as the weak farmers scattered out of their farm.

 

I walked up towards the house and was spooked by a man being thrown out a window. Glass and farm tools covered his body. Shortly after Haze bounded out the door holding a piece of paper.

 

“ I got the deed and the owners gone, let’s get out of here.” Haze told me.

 

I nodded in approval and we ran back to the Truth’s house. Our soon to be farm establishment seemed empty of farmers. They were all gone. We didn’t know if they’d be back. We hurried up into his house and found him sitting in a chair reading a book on conspiracies. I handed it to him and he thanked us so much. We gave him our safest place to store the weed address and he told us to go home. I agreed and he went outside to give us a ride to the airport. We traveled in what the Truth called ‘The Mothership’.

 

 

When we arrived the Truth threw back some cash and said, “Plane ticket, you two deserve it and also the goodies will be shipped in about two months. See you later.”

 

His engine roared and he left us right next to the terminal. We walked in and bought our ticket. Security didn’t search us because the only airport that does confiscate weapons is Escobar International. We boarded our plane and sat down for a long ride home…

 

 

End

 

[Fireman]

Can I get the meat factory?

[killer ape]

Chapter 2: Hernandez’s flight….

 

 

 

 

It was Sunday at 3:00 pm, I was happy my last ordeal was over, and it was time to relax and enjoy my home, I started to watch some TV when about 10 minuets after that the power shut off, no TV no phone no light no nothing. I went out side and saw sweet and og loc talking about a “get away” of some kind, being out side they did not know the power had gone out. I went over and told them what had happened and they came in side with me. We all gasped in sight off officer Hernandez dead on my floor with a knife in his heart. I then heard a car speed off in the back of my lock up. og loc and sweet told me there plans for a little grove street get away in vice city for a few days to take care of some business and to just chill. I agreed and we bought the plane ticket ($20) and were on our way to vice city.

 

 

 

On the plane I just couldn’t stop thinking about how Hernandez died in my lock up or how he even got IN there, it was very confusing. Then, I saw in the corner of my eye a police officer start to walk to me, I was confused and worried, what cop in his hole uniform would be on a plane? I was scared, sweet said “cj whats matter?” I did not talk back all I said was “DON’T SAY MY NAME, DON’T TALK” the man got closer and closer and he passed me without even looking at me, I saw the back of his head and he looked like officer Hernandez but I was not sure.

 

 

 

 

He sat down 3 row’s ahead of me and started to read a book, from where I could not realy see the book title but it looked like a history book of ganton’s gang related area.

 

 

 

I whispered to sweet “ok, look, the reason im going crazy is because I think that is officer Hernandez over there” he said back “are you high or something, that can’t be Hernandez you know he is dead” “it might have been a trick” I said. Sweet replied

“ look, it just can’t be, there are many Po’s that look like Hernandez and not every one is” “I guess you are right but if any thing happens I told ya so” I said with a more relaxed tone.

 

 

 

 

3 hours later we got off the plane and took our first step’s out in to EASCARBAR AIR PORT at vice city. We called over a cab and before we were about to pull away I saw the cop drive away in a black limo. I did not know what to think. Little while later we got to our hotel on the Washington beach and got a phone call from redblaze saying he had gotten to vice city safely and is waiting for there arrival at the Malibu dance club. We hung up and relaxed for a little while.

 

 

 

Now we had gotten up and called over a taxi to bring us to the club. We got there and sat down with redblaze. We talked for a little while and we got to be good business friend’s. later that night around 10:30 we saw the cop from the air port walk in and sit down with us for at the time no reason at all. But then redblaze said “oh yes, this is my body guard Tim Hernandez” I was very confused. He was not wearing his uniform he was in a black t-shirt and light black pants with red shades. We did not say any thing about him and the plane. And about 5 minuets after that he looked over at me and smiled. He then pulled out a pistol and shot redblaze in the head and he died, then I saw a man in all black run from the bar out the door and in to a limo and take off. I guessed that had to be the real mafia man redblaze and he hired that other man the cop shot for protection reasons. So the man that was shot was not redblaze. The cop then stood up as every one was running out the door. He pointed the gun at out face and said “oh by the way, Carl, you’re floor hurts my back” me, sweet and og loc looked at each other and looked back at the cop.

As fast a we could og pulled out a knife and through it at his head and it stuck in him and he dropped the gun then sweet pulled out a tec-9 and shot him 10 times all over his torso then I got my colt-45 and shot him right in the heart and he fell down and died, we all ran out the doors to see 23 cops standing out side with guns pointed right at us. We all flue back in to the club and went out the back and looked around for a car, we saw a old greenwood and we stole it and drove put and headed for the air port and having no more money left we stole a dodo and flue a 7 hour flight back to los santos.

 

 

We got back and every thing seemed to be fine……

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2 end…..

 

 

 

Chapter 3 coming soon…..

Edited July 5, 2005 by killer ape

[Officer Pulaski]

Part 2: A New Beginning

 

Pepe made some phone calls, there were currently only 10 men in the Cafe. Within an hour there were 15 more people that came into the Cafe.

"These 25 men are all we have all over Vice," said Pepe.

"We're gonna need more, man" I said.

"Yeah, I'll see if I can do something about that," he said, "you organize Umberto's funeral."

 

I organized a "funeral" for him and the rest of the dead Cubans, and Haitians. I took one guy with me named Rodrigo. The rest of the men guarded the block that Cafe Robino was on. Five guys guarded to the street just East of the Cafe, another five went to the street farther East of the Cafe, five guys guarded the street Southeast, four guys guarded the alleyway in front of the Cafe, and the last five guarded the street that led down to Sunshine Auto's, incase of another attack and any police activity. Me and Rodrigo got into one of the Voodoo's that had been blocking the road I came by. I got in and drove North, toward Little Haiti. I got to Cafe Robino and went through the alleyway. We continued down the road and took the first left. We kept our heads as low as possible so nobody would shoot at us, and put kept the radio off Espantoso. We took the next left and went into the Junkyard and stole a TrashMaster that was there.

 

Just as I drove out of the Junkyard three Haitians spotted us, they started shooting us with Colt .45's, so I floored it. I took a right nearly flipping the TrashMaster in the process. Then a Voodoo hit me in the behind and I saw another one coming from the front. As it came toward me I took a quick right, and the two Voodoo's smashed right into eachother, the front ends were smashed in. I drove down the street as fast as I could and went through the alleyway.

 

While I was gone, the bodies had been carry to the Cafe. Rodrigo and I got out and started loading up all the bodies, some other guys around us helped. There were countless bodies and it took over half an hour. It was about four o'clock now. We got back in and drove down the road that Sunshine Auto's is on, going South. We made it to the intersection, when two Voodoos camefrom our left. I floored it again, and they were beside eachother smashing into the back of the TrashMaster. I took a sudden stop and they both smashed into the back of the Trashmaster. We turned right to an open gate that led to a large open area. I drove down to the waters edge, and bailed out, the TrashMaster went flying into the water. Rodrigo and I walked back to the Cafe.

 

On our way back, we spotted the four Haitians that had attacked us walking down the road. We took the pre-emptive and shot two of them in their backs. The other two whipped around and shot Rodrigo in the chest. I shot one in the chest and one in the head. I looked over Rodrigo, there was no hope for him. I walked the rest of the way back to the Cafe. When I got in, Pepe cme up to me and said, "I know where to get two-hundred more men."

 

To Be Continued