BUYG: Build Up Your Gang

[9jkearse3]

nice to see this thing still running. Also glad to see some of my creations are still alive(I.E. story counts) and some of slostens stuff is still around. I expected to come in and find a completley different set-up and what not

 

anyways I think I'll join back up i'll take my old spot at B-Dups.....I'm actually gonna dig up my old storyly line to. I'll have a story up later tonight hopefully

[xxnofear617xx]

Chapter 6: A New Start

 

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Jimmy's Apartment Complex

11:24

 

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Jimmy stepped out of his apartment to his good friend Tony leaning on his Black Sentinel.

 

"Ey Tony, Hows it goin my man?" Jimmy asked

 

"Ey there Jimmy, no time for chit-chat now we gots problems" Tony replied

 

"What is it?" asked Jimmy

 

"Get in the car and i'll tell ya on the way to Salvatore's" Tony said motioning for Jimmy to get in the car

 

Jimmy and Tony both got into the car and Tony put the keys in the ignition. Jimmy looked around the car and after he was finished put on his seat belt. He looked down and saw the radio and turned it on. The sounds of Morgan Merryweather blasted throughout the car.

 

"Turn that sh*t down man I can't hear myself think..." Tony yelled

 

Jimmy turned the radio down and pushed his seat back and rested. He could hear Morgan ont he radio in her cheerful voice.

 

"That was Finch'han del vino by Don Giovanni it's a truely great song. Now sit back and listen to this great song by Rigoletto called Le Donna E Mobile..." Morgan said

 

Her voice faded and the sound of Rigoletto filled the car.

 

Jimmy turned to Tony. "What's wrong with you today?" he asked

 

"Nothing. Just that there's too much sh*t going on around here and Sal don't like it. He's going to react somehow I just don't know how yet. It seems like we'll have to do a lot more killing and a lot more missions and sh*t for him. And If anyone steps out of line he's so pissed right now he'll kill you on the spot." Tony answered keeping his eyes on the road.

 

"Oh" Jimmy replied looking down at the floor.

 

"Everything's gonna be alright though we just gotta do our jobs, ya know. We gotta show Sal we're in charge of this town. We're taking back this sh*thole." Tony said and floored the car towards Salvatore's Mansion.

 

Jimmy sat back and relaxed again. He would do anything Sal asked him to do because he was a loyal friend. He had to pay Salvatore back for letting him stay with him after his parents died. This is the only way he knew how to pay him back.

 

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Salvatore's Mansion

13:28

 

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Jimmy and Tony pulled into Salvatore's driveway and Tony took the keys out of the igniton and stepped out of the car. He scanned the area and saw a Black Stretch parked in the driveway. He turned back towards his Sentinel and locked the door before he shut the door. Jimmy got out right after him holding his shoulder because a few weeks earlier a bullet had hit him in the arm. It was the most extreme pain he'd ever felt and he'd never want to go through that again. They both looked at each other and then walked up towards Salvatore's front door and knocked. Almost as soon as they finished knocking a big man in a black suit met them at the door.

 

"Salvatore's been expecting you two" He said and walked away

 

Jimmy and Tony walked inside and followed the man as they walked up the stairs. When they arrived at Salvatore's office two other big men in black suits stood at the door. It was weird because all three looked almost exactly the same. The first big man who they met at the door opened up the door and they both walked in. When they walked in they saw Salvatore and Two other men. One was dressed in a suit and sipping on scotch the other man looked like the Don of the Sindacco Family Mafia.

 

"Jimmy! Tony! Come ere! I wnat to introduce you to some fine men." He said enthusiastically.

 

"Hey Sal how's it going?" Jimmy answered and walked up to Salvatore shaking his hand

 

"Not bad Jimmy listen! This is Victor my nephew, He is going out to Las Venturas to take care of my casino. You know the one I told you about."

 

Jimmy looked at the man sipping scotch. He put the glass down carefully and stood up to greet Jimmy. He was about 5'10 and looked as if he were about 200 pounds or more. As he stood up he brushed off his uit and extended his hand

 

"Victor Leone! Nice to meet you Jimmy. I've heard a lot about you. If you are ever in Las Venturas come by the casino and we'll talk."

 

"Nice to meet you" Jimmy replied

 

The man sat back down in his chair and grabbed his glass. Salvatore turned to the other man. Jimmy didn't have a good vibe about him. He knew he was from the Sindacco's and he knew the Leone's had ongoing problems with them. Salvatore walked over to him and they started talking. Jimmy didn't pay much attention and instead walked back over to Tony who was taking out a cigarette.

 

"Tony I have a bad feeling about this. That guy over there -"

 

"Yea he's the guy who runs that Dog Food Sh*thole. His name is uh...Sammy...Sammy Gravano." Tony said cutting him off.

 

Jimmy glanced over at him, He looked tall with dark brown hair and brown eyes. The man stood up and Salvatore motioned for Jimmy to come over and meet him. Jimmy walked over and the man towered over Jimmy. He looked over 6-feet tall and was medium build. Jimmy himself was about 5'11 and very skinny.

 

"Sammy Gravano" He introduced himself and extended his hand to Jimmy

 

"Uh...Jimmy...Jimmy Vilardo" Jimmy replied shaking his hand

 

The two said nothing more to each other and Salvatore and him went back to talking. Jimmy walked over to Salvatore's liquor cabinet and make himself a drink. When he turned around he saw Tony talking to another man. He looked at him and he appeared to be about 6-foot 1-inches tall and had blonde hair. He looked a little chubby like he'd had too many Burgers from Burger Shot. He was dressed nicely in a grey suit and was wearing sunglasses. While he was talking to Tony he took them off and Jimmy could see he had blue eyes.

 

"John what are you doing here?" Sammy asked form across the room

 

"Hey Sammy. We gotta get back to the factory we got problems. We have some major problems let's go" John replied

 

"What is it?" Sammy asked

 

"We just had a shootout with some Triads and I think the Da Nang Boys helped them. They stormed the place and shot some of our guys. We gotta go get those bastards. I know where their quarters are." John said frantically

 

"Ey, We could...uh help if you wanted us to" Jimmy suggested

 

"Yes this will be a good start to our new relationship as the Leones and Sindaccos take back Liberty." Salvatore said dreaming of what they could accomplish.

 

John and Sammy looked at each other.

 

"Sure" Sammy said "But we gotta move now. They're probably down at the docks so we should move on them" Sammy pulled a phone out of his pocket an dbegan to dial numbers.

 

It looked like he wa scalling in re-enforcements. Salvatore picked up his phone and called in some Leones. Victor sat in his chair drinking his scotch looking at everyone.

 

"Ey Sal I've got a plane to catch" He said

 

"Ok then Vic. We'll keep in touch" Salvatore replied

 

Victor stood up and finished his drink then left without another word. After Jimmy and Sammy finished talking they both rushed out the door and down the stairs. They all reached the front door. It was Jimmy, Tony, Sammy and John but when they stepped out the door it was them and about 10 other Mafia Sentinels with 3 or 4 guys in them. It would be an all out war with the Triads. Jimmy guessed that Sammy and John didn't know that that's the way the Triads say Welcome to Liberty.

 

All the mafia men got out of their cars and walked up to Jimmy, Tony, Sammy and John. They all wanted to know what they were going to do. Most of the Leones were looking over at the Sindaccos and most of the Sindaccos were looking back. Both gangs didn't have the best history with each other but they ahd to trust each other if they were going to stop the Triads rampage. Jimmy came up with a plan that they would storm the building and chase them all out. And then when they were out they would all be executed by the men who were waiting outside. They all accepted that as the plan and went back to their cars to get strapped. Most of the men had 2 Desert Eagles and some had Shotguns. They all got ready to go as Jimmy and Tony got in their Sentinel. They both noticed that Sammy and John were left without a ride.

 

"Ey guys hop in. We'll take you" Jimmy said

 

Sammy and John looked at each other and walked towards the car. They got in and Tony started the car and put it into reverse. They backed out of the driveway and headed towards the docks. The rest of the Sentinels followed them.

 

This would be the last time the Triads messed with anyone in Liberty...

 

End

 

CHAPTER 7 COMING SOON

 

I hope Teflon and Blind don't mind I used some of their characters in my new story

Edited August 22, 2005 by xxnofear617xx

[namechanged170311]

Oh yay, kearse is back up, can't wait to see your writings

[blindsk8er6d9]

@ xxnofear617xx - nope, I do not mind. As long as you don't go killing them or anything like that it is fine. I actually enjoyed your story more than I would have because it involved my guys. It was kind of fun to see what you had instore for them.

 

[blindsk8er6d9]

Sorry to double post but here is Chapter 4.

 

Chapter 4- Some New Friends

 

I woke up early the next morning and put on a nice black suit. I went to the kitchen to get something to eat. With a piece of toast in my hand, I walked to the living room to see if Joey was here. He wasn’t. I was kind of disappointed, because I wanted to tell him about the night before.

 

After I finished my toast I went to the phone and called over to Joey’s apartment but got no answer. I decided I would drive over there to see him. As I walked out I locked the door and as I shut it I noticed some dried blood from the crooks nose. I walked outside and Joey was on his way in. We both got in his car as I told him the story even though I did last night on the phone.

 

He was taking me to his apartment to play some videogames. Even as a grown man, I still love videogames. When we pulled up outside the apartment we got out of the car and I noticed there was a BF Injection pulled up also. There was a man in the driver’s seat and a woman getting out of the passenger seat. Joey looked over and told me that the woman was Misty.

 

She looked over and noticed us and called to Joey to come over. Joey and I walked over not knowing what to expect. As I got closer to her I noticed that she was a very attractive woman. When we got over there Misty looked happy.

 

Misty: Hey Joey, this is my boy friend Joey. Haha. And Joey, this is my neighbor Joey and…..well, I have never met his friend before.

 

Me: Sammy….Sammy Gravano.

 

I reached out and shook her hand and then reached into the BF Injection and shook her boyfriend Joey’s hand. He had a rough hand and I could tell that he worked hard for a living.

 

Joey Leone: Hey, nice to meet you. My name is Joey Leone.

 

After he shook my hand, Joey extended his hand to Joey.

 

Me: Leone…..then you must be from the Leone Family Mafia?

 

Joey Leone: Yeah that’s right.

 

Me: We are from the Sindacco Family Mafia. I run an old Dog Food factory, with the help of Joey here and my friend John Branco.

 

Joey Leone: Yeah, I have heard a little bit about you guys. I heard you had a little run in with some Triads yesterday.

 

Joey: Yeah, we didn’t know they were Triads though. One of them was tying to steal from our friend John’s car and then they shot it up pretty bad.

 

Joey Leone: Well hear, let me make you a deal. Misty is my beautiful girlfriend, and because I am a big name in the Leone Family Mafia, there is a good chance that rival gangs could try to hurt her. Since you live right near her, I figure you could check up on her and make sure she is ok when I’m not around. You do this for me and I will take care of all your car troubles, starting with your friend John’s car. I am a Mechanic. My shop is right around the corner from your factory.

 

Joey: That sounds great. Thanks a lot man, I will make sure she is safe.

 

After saying our goodbyes he drove off and Joey and I decided not to play videogames and that we would go check on the factory instead. When we got there, Joey went into the factory to check on things and I went to the office to see that John was in there on the computer.

 

I told him about what had happened with Joey Leone and that he could take his car around the corner to get it fixed up. John left a few minutes after that and then Joey walked in. We bullsh*tted for about a half hour when I heard the buzzer and went to answer it.

 

Guard at the gate: Boss, you might want to get out here.

 

Joey and I walked out with our guns hidden with us. As I approached the gate I could see two men with black suits standing there staring at our guards.

 

Me: Who are you two?

 

One of the men: We are members of the Leone Family Mafia. Don Salvatore Leone would like to speak to you, you can ride with us.

 

I told them that I would go. Joey asked if he wanted him to go with me but I told him no. I did not feel in danger at all. I trusted Joey Leone and that meant that I trusted the Leone’s and their Don. I hopped in the back of the two men’s Mafia Sentinel and they drove off. I asked them if they knew what the meeting was about but they said that it wasn’t their position to know that kind of stuff.

 

We arrived at this kind of hidden nice house next to a cliff with a great view of the lighthouse. I got out of the car and the two men escorted me to the Don’s door.

 

Don Salvatore: Hello Sammy, I am Salvatore Leone. I understand that you own that old dog food factory that I gave to your Boss.

 

He gestured to his side and my boss, the Don of the Sindacco Family was sitting in a red chair. I felt much safer after seeing that he was there.

 

Me: Yes sir, I do own it.

 

Salvatore Leone: I know it isn’t much at all, but it makes a very good headquarters and has a nice little office next to it.

 

Me: Well, it serves its purpose.

 

Salvatore Leone: Well, I am glad to know that you are happy with it. Well, Mr. Sindacco has been helping me out with a few things over in San Andreas and I figured that I could give the factory to him. Joey tells me that your friend is keeping an eye on his girl Misty. Well, I would like to let you know that the Leone’s have your back, if you ever need it.

 

Me: As do I and the rest of the Sindacco’s if you need anything, sir.

 

Just then a big man opened up the door and let two other well dressed men into the room. Salvatore introduced them to a couple men, one of them being his nephew Victor. I walked over to the man and introduced myself to him. I could tell that he was a little insecure of me being there, as he could tell I was not a Leone.

 

He told me his name was Jimmy Vilardo as he shook my hand. I was a bit taller than him. I did not know what else to say, and he must not have either because he walked over to make himself a drink. I noticed that John had entered the room and was talking to Jimmy’s friend Tony.

 

I asked him what he was doing here and he told me that there was a big problem at the factory and that the Triads attacked and that he thinks that the Da Nang Boys might have helped them. He said that he knew where they were. I did not know how he knew but figured that Joey might have told him.

 

Then Jimmy said that he and his men could help. Salvatore looked happy and said that it would be a great idea. I looked at John and he looked right back at me.

 

Me: Sure, but we gotta move now, they’re probably down at the docks so we should move on them!

 

I used my cell phone to call Joey and tell him to get some men up here. Salvatore got on his phone and I called some Leone’s. Victor got up to go catch a plane and we all took off out of the house. When we walked out the door there was a bunch of Mafia Sentinels filled with men. They all got out and walked up to Jimmy, Tony, John and I awaiting orders. Jimmy made a plan to storm the Triads building and then all the men went to get weapons.

 

John: Do you have your car here?

 

Me: No, two Leone’s brought me here. What about you?

 

John: Mine is still in Joey’s shop getting fixed. Joey called me a cab to get here.

 

I had forgotten about that, and didn’t know what we were going to do. Jimmy said that we could ride with him and Tony. They were very nice to us for having just met us and I knew that they would be great allies. John and I hopped in the back of their car and the rest of the men followed us.

 

This would be the last time that the Triads messed with anyone in Liberty…

 

 

After xxnofear617xx added my men into his story, I felt it would be a great idea to tell my part of the story as to how we met. I think I blended the stories perfectly and I hope everyone likes it.

 

 

[Ottae]

 

Hey, i thought i'd give this ago so can i take the 4-Dragons Casino in LV for Grove Street? cheers! -Ottae

 

[xxnofear617xx]

I liked it. It was good telling your side of the story. I'm writing my new story now for it. Good job blind

[johnson.]

9jkearse3: Glad to see you back.

Ottae: sorry for the incoveniance.

Nofear: $61

Blind: $56

Edited August 23, 2005 by johnson.

[51L3N7 4554551N]

I will be writing a story soon people. Just got to get my creative juices flowing

[xxnofear617xx]

thanks johnson.

 

p.s. edit front page add asset money for today and update everyone's story count

Edited August 23, 2005 by xxnofear617xx

[Ottae]

Here is my first story, bit short but it's only an intro enjoy:

 

 

 

 

I woke up with enthusiasm that morning. I got changed into my "Grove Gear" and headed for the door, not eve thinking about breakfast. I got into my black and green Greenwood and set off down the Las Venturas Strip. I felt my tummy rumble so i stopped at a nearby Chilli Dog Stall and bought my breakfast.

 

Continuing down the Strip, i eventually came to the big golden ring which was the entrance to my new Casino, "The 4-Dragons" It was originally the Triads but they left so i got it on be half of Grove Street. I'd been fixing it up for months but today, it was finally ready, the start of Grove Street in Las Venturas.

 

I pushed open the giant doors and looked around. It looked gleaming, Golden and Ruby paint covered the walls, giving it the Oriental feeling i'd hoped for. There was still a bit of work to do but it would only take 5 hours, plenty of time. Suddenly the doors flew open, i turned arund to see Wu-Zi-Mu standing at the doors, smiling down at me.

 

One of his Triads helped him down the steps towards me. When he came closer, i could see a big bruise around his cheek, it was probably from walking into something.

 

"Ottae! This is your big day. Don't , what ever you do, mess this place up like i did." Wu-Zi-Mu Said, he then muttered something along the lines of, 'Midgets, honestly'.

 

"Hi Woozie" I said warmly, "Nice of you to drop by, i wanted to ask you a favour. As you know, it's the opening night tonight and i need a little extra security. Don't get me wrong, Grove Street is tough, but two gangs are better than one, catch my drift?"

 

"I understand, The Mafia seem to have a vendetta against any new business in the area, expecially when it's a local gang running it. I'll be happy to help, anything to assist your success." Woozie beamed at me. "May I have a look round?"

 

"O..k..you have a LOOK round, If that'll work."

 

After the tour, wesat down at the bar and talked about Gang Territory, the conversation then drifted onto the opening.

 

"It's good times for Grove Street Ottae, I can see this Casino being the best in Las Venturas." Said Woozie, taking sip of his Martini.

 

"So long as we can keep the Mafia at bay. I've got a few homies here with me in Las Venturas, they should be here soon. I've still got some work to do." I

 

"What time is the opening" asked Woozie

 

"20:00 sharp, we're expecting most of Vinewood, including Madd Dogg and i suppose Salvatore Leone" I sighed "I just hope it goes smoothly and nothing kicks off" I added

 

"I'm sure with your security, everything will be ok." Woozie finished off his Martini and stood up, "see you tonight Ottae, good luck." At this, Woozie walked to the door, with the help of some Triads, and left the Casino, leaving me sitting at a bar stool, staring at the bottom of my Beer glass, Thinking of what the evening ahead. -Ottae

[51L3N7 4554551N]

Not bad Ottae, not bad

[Ottae]

 

Crickey! you read fast! -Ottae

 

[Forelli_Boy]

(I kinda rushed this one. @[email protected] Sorry.)

 

Mission 4: Blue Collar Crush

 

Zeno woke up that morning with a stinging, itching sensation across his hands. He moved his hands into view. They were stained with dried blood, small shards of glass poking out of the scars.

 

He sat up, shocked at the sight. He could barely remember what happened the night before, especially what happened after he got home. He looked around and noticed the microwave read 'DONE', indicating for the 8th hour in a row that whatever had been cooking inside was done, and probably cold.

 

Zeno found the knife he'd bought some nights earlier beside the mattress. He cut away some strips of fabric from the mattress cover and began to pluck each of the glass fragments from his hands. He winced and groaned as each of the fragments came out, fresh blood trickling from each of the little craters it left behind. Once he'd finished with the glass he wrapped the fabric strips around his hands and let it soak up the blood. Hopefully whoever had used the mattress before him stained the mattress with anything he'd regret later.

 

He removed the food from the microwave. Cold, as he'd suspected. He fished out the plastic spoon and fork from the box and started eating.

 

His pager interrupted him about halfway through the meal.

 

'WHAT'S TAKING U SO LONG!? - MARCOS'

 

Zeno hurriedly gobbled up the rest of the dinner and went outside to open the garage.

 

It took quite a moment for him to get over the initial shock of finding his garage empty before realizing he'd dropped his car off at the spray shop last night, and it wasn't ready for him today.

 

He leaned in the doorway, taking a deep breath as he also began to remember his meeting with Vittorio Agnesi. Not a pleasant experience.

 

He went back inside and fetched his gun, holster, and SPANK pouch. He popped another SPANK pill as he closed the door behind him. He didn't want to report to work in this disposition.

 

Zeno arrived at Marcos' garage after about an hour. He wasn't smiling, but one could tell he was awake.

 

"Every day I hope somebody else walks in and says he my driver, joo know?" Marcos grumbled. Zeno kept silent. "But then Chico tells Diego about that stunt joo pulled, Diego tells his buddies and they tell ME."

Zeno smirked.

"Wipe that f**king smile off joor face. Anyway. Business is starting to pick up. I got an order on the clipboard and I wan' it filled ASAP."

 

Zeno looked at the bulletin board Marcos had posted at the back. There was a single slip of paper on the board, which he proceeded to remove and read.

 

"Client want's a lime green '69 Clover. I got word that there's one going to be crushed at the Junkyard in Harwood today, and I wan' it brought back here as good as joo found it." Marcos explained, hurriedly. Zeno nodded and started to make his way to the door.

 

"AY. Don't screw this one up. Joor lucky joo brought Chico back without the cops last night." Marcos declared.

 

The Har(d)wood Junkyard was eerily quiet as Zeno arrived. Suspiciously quiet, as it was already mid-afternoon. Zeno snuck into the Junkyard through an unfenced area, making his way down piles of what used to be God-knows-what. He ducked behind a school bus and scanned his surroundings, top of the crane to bottom and around the crusher. Nobody around, it seemed.

 

Right next to the crusher was a 1969 Clover that fit the description on the order slip. Zeno took one more look around and quickly made his way to the car.

 

One look at the car made him wonder why the heck anyone would want to crush it. The black leather upholstery was barely worn, the emerald-green paint and black leather softtop was virtually flawless, and there was a hot chick unconscious - or dead - in the 2+2's back seat.

 

His eyes widened. She must be the reason.

 

The girl in the back seat looked all too familiar. Most likely she was the same Japanese girl he'd bumped into at the rave last night, dressed in that same 'butch-chick' outfit. That same girl that probably led the Leones to him and Chico, too...

 

His thoughts were very rudely interrupted when a bullet suddenly pierced into his right arm.

 

"AAAAAAAGH!" Zeno screamed in pain, clutching the wound out of reflex falling to the ground behind the Clover.

 

"Yeeeeeeeehaawww!" came a redneck holler from the direction of the crane. Zeno peered around the car.

 

A young redneck wielding a hunting rifle had appeared on the crane's walkway. He looked no older than Zeno was.

 

The redneck fired again, the bullet whizzing past his head and making a small crater in the ground below. Zeno quickly recoiled back behind the car.

 

"Y'all can't run from Jimmy Hines Junior!" the redneck shouted.

 

Zeno started to reach for his pistol, but it only made his injured arm hurt more. Another shot rang out, barely missing his shoulder. He looked around for cover, spotting a gutted Pony van next to the crusher.

 

He dashed for the van while Junior reloaded, ducking into its cab. He'd have to find a way to get up to Junior to get rid of his aiming advantage.

 

Zeno suddenly heard a loud clank, as the van began to rumble. He looked out. The crane's magnet had attached itself to the van and was raising it off the ground.

 

"Yaller gonna have to come out sooner or later if ya don't wanna end up lahk a sardine!" Junior laughed. He could see Zeno clearly through the windshield frame. He fired again, the bullet piercing the floor next to Zeno's legs and letting a small hole of light into the darkened van.

 

Zeno had to get out. Keeping his head down he made his way to the back of the Pony, trying not to let the growing distance between him and the ground psyche him out. By then he (i.e. the SPANK) was already psyching himself up.

 

He pulled himself up to the roof of the Pony with his free arm as the crane moved it directly over the crusher. He found it hard to maintain balance, with the van swinging slowly amidst the wind. It also caused Junior's aim to wobble.

"Dadgummit! Hold still, boy!" Junior called out, growing dizzy as he tried to focus his aim.

Zeno suddenly fell to his hands and knees as the van suddenly jolted into motion. The crane began to lift the van away from the crusher...and toward Junior. "Keep still," Junior muttered.

 

There was only one way out of this situation now, and that was off of the van and into the line of fire. So thought Zeno's mind on SPANK, as compared to jumping on the machinery onto the side of the crusher and ducking behind it as cover.

 

Zeno launched into a sprint without hesitation, taking Junior by surprise. He caught the edge of the van and catapulted himself off toward the crane.

 

Jimmy Jr. fired out of surprise, grazing Zeno's ribs. The force of the bullet turned him slightly toward the side as he crashed left-arm-first into the crane's front windshield, shattering it. Zeno then slid off the windshield and finally landed face down on the walkway, body sprawled neatly between the cockpit and the guardrail.

 

Blood dripped through the grating, soaking into the soil some twenty feet below. It was clear that Zeno wasn't going anywhere for a while.

 

A rotuned, more frustrated redneck got out of the crane and walked up to Jimmy Junior.

 

"Dammit Junior, look what you did!" he scolded, pointing angrily at the shattered windshield.

"Aw, paw! But...I din't know he could!"

"No buts, Junior. Gimme that gun." Senior snatched the rifle from Junior. "You ain't gonna screw that bitch in that car no more."

"Paw..." Junior was already a grown man but he was whining like a child.

"Just shut up and git back to my office. If I catch you near that girl I'ma shoot you myself. Now GIT."

 

A dejected Junior started climbing back down the walkway and heading back to the triple-wide that Jimmy Sr. called his office. Senior had other things on his mind. He turned toward Zeno's body.

 

"All right, boy. Yer gonna make a fine seat cover fer my new truck." Jimmy Senior whipped out a hunting knife and rolled Zeno's body over with his other hand.

 

As soon as Zeno was on his back he raised his 9mm - drawn and hidden under his torso while the Jimmies had their argument - and shot Senior several times.

"Sumbitch." Senior mumbled, blood leaking out of his mouth. He dropped the knife onto the walkway and stumbled back, falling backwards over the guardrail.

"Daddy NOOOOOO!" Junior cried out as Senior landed on the ground with a flabby thud. He raced to the base of the crane and started climbing back up.

 

Zeno propped himself up against the side of the crane, next to the shattered windows. The impact combined with the wounds was too much for him to bear, and he slumped down into a sitting position. He slipped the 9mm back into its holster and clutched his arm in pain.

 

By that time Junior had climbed back up onto the catwalk and was aiming his late daddy's rifle between Zeno's eyes.

"All righty boy, yer gonna wish you never wrecked mah daddy's crane."

Zeno held up his 9mm at Junior with his injured arm as the redneck pulled the rifle's trigger. The rifle refused to fire. Junior had forgotten to reload his rifle after that last shot.

"Dadgummit, hold still while I reload this-"

 

Jimmy Jr. couldn't finish as Zeno emptied out the rest of his cartridge into Junior's torso. He dropped the rifle and stumbled back from the impact wounds, tripping backwards over the guardrail and landing in a disturbing position on top of Jimmy Sr.'s portly corpse.

 

The van swung about like a pendulum from the crane. Combined with the background colors of the evening, the motion was almost hypnotizing to the injured Zeno. He staring at the swinging van and trying to muster as much strength, let alone willpower to climb down the ladder and drive the Clover back to Shoreside.

 

He slumped forward as the loss of blood took its toll.

 

WASTED!

 

Zeno regained consciousness about an hour later when his injured arm began to act up. He could already sense he was on his back on leather.

 

Definitely not hell.

 

He opened his eyes to find something hanging over his face and some kind of weight on his chest. He began to move his right arm, but the pain caused him to recoil it quickly and use his other arm instead. He felt it - a piece of paper - and removed it.

 

His vision began to focus on what was written on the note:

"A life for a life. We're even...for now."

The note was signed in what appeared to be Japanese characters of some sort.

 

"What the..." Zeno muttered as he sat up and looked behind him.

 

He was in the backseat of the Clover he was supposed to steal. The exact same spot as the girl he'd found unconscious earlier. That SAME girl he'd bumped into during the rave the other night. He realized he wasn't wearing anything above the belt. His bullet riddled hoodie was draped over the passenger seat where his weapons sat. There was a first-aid kit on his chest that rolled down onto his lap as he sat up...probably the one that came with the car.

 

Zeno's wounds had already started to clot, but it wouldn't do any good unless he applied the bandages in the kit before he bled out.

 

It took about two hours before he inched the Clover back into Marcos' garage. It would not have taken even half as long if he wasn't in that injured state - and if he hadn't stopped by a Pay 'n Spray in Shoreside to get the blood off the upholstery. Marcos was not excited to see him.

 

"Took joo long enough, maricon!" he grumbled as he got out of his seat and walked up to the car just as it came to a stop. Zeno got out of the car, wearing the damaged hoodie, and removed the keys.

 

Marcos snatched the keys from Zeno and looked the car over.

"What the hell is THAT?" he snapped, pointing to the bullet hole in the canopy. Zeno facepalmed, having forgotten to get the softtop repaired.

 

Marcos took out a wad of bills and gave about half of it to Zeno.

"Here. I'm taking out money for repairs. Now get outta here, Miguel's got a big assignment for joo tomorrow." He went back into his office without saying another word. Zeno took a closer look at the bullet hole before heading out.

 

As the subway train rumbled toward Portland, Zeno took out the note the girl had left him and resumed thinking about her. Maybe the Leones were after her because she was probably with the Yakuza - she looked too tough for a regular 'citizen' - and he and Chico were almost collateral. She couldn't have been working for them, otherwise Zeno wouldn't have woken up from his little flight.

 

At least, he hoped, he really was 'even' with that girl.

 

He decided to put it behind him for the time being as he got off the train at Chinatown Station. He needed to get himself some intact clothing at the SupaSave/Binco nearby.

 

Zeno knew from memory that the Chinatown Station and the SupaSave were very close to St. Mark's Bistro. Heck, whenever he took the train he got off from the el station across the street from the Bistro and had to look over his shoulder to get to Chinatown because it was all the turf of the family that ordered his family's slaughter. And he knew he still had a long way to go before he could take it back.

 

Mission Complete!

[King of Liberty City]

Nice! That didn't seem rushed to me at all!

 

My story should be up soon. I'm about halfway done.

 

Oh and this may be spam, but I encourage you all to check out my own BUYG: Return To Liberty City, a GTA3 BUYG. ^_^

[9jkearse3]

ok only a select few of you are familiar with my stories form the past(I think there was 60+ of them) so if you are confused after you read this story and want to know what happened previously just PM me and I'll give you a summary(or you could always go back and read them )

 

so this one is short, but its a warm up

 

 

Leaving the State….Of mind

 

I looked in the backseat and saw Kearse sprawled across the backseat sleeping. I drove slower. The car was silent, No one spoke no one even looked at eachother. Mitch was in the passenger seat looking out the window, and all I could do was think about Rebecca. The woman I had lost to that sleezball backstabber Lucas, but We made short work of him. I never enjoyed killing someone as much as I did Lucas.

 

The night was humid and dry. Street lamps glaring shedding light for the night dweller. You know the hookers, the dealers, the homeless. I stopped at the red light. Dead ahead was our destination. To most it looked like a sh*t hole. A place where scum like us lived, but to me it was a safe haven it was…home. We pulled into B-dups, Mitch and I piled out of the car. I took one last drag on my cigarette and flicked it into the street.

 

“What are we gonna do with Kearse.” Mitches words startled me as he broke the silence and the words echoed through the empty streets of Santos. I looked at Mitch then at Kearse and finally at B-Dups.

 

“I suppose we should bring him inside.” I opened the car door and put my hand on Kearse’s shoulder to wake him. The hair stood up on the back of my neck and Goosebumps slowly covered my body. I tried to fight the tears, but it was useless. I could feel the warm water exiting my eyes and sliding down my face. My hand was still on Kearse who was stiff as a board. My hand was shaking as I moved it down his shoulder and touched his forearm. My tears started coming faster as took my hand off of him and backed away from the car.

 

Through my watery eyes I stared into the backseat of that majestic and saw my best friend laying there stiff, cold…..dead.

 

“The hell is that matter with you.” Mitch said in a gruff voice. I went back to the car and reached in Kearse’s back pocket to pull out a purple bandana. After wiping my eyes I held the handercheif up for mitch to see.

 

“You see this purple bandana here, this represent Loyalty, Dedication, Trust, and above all Friendship. This same purple bandana had my friend killed. He died a balla.” Mitch looked longingly into the backseat, as he finally understood what happened.

 

“Mitch, I’m getting the hell out of Santos. Too much blood has been shed. I put my life on the line for Kearse and hes done the same for me! Rebecca was slain in these streets and godamnitt I’m tired of it.”

 

“where you gonna go mike? You don’t have anywhere to go!”

 

“Im going back to liberty. I have ties with the cartel down there I worked for Miguel. I’m sure I’ll be safe there.” Mitch shook his head

 

“Miguel is dead. A man that goes by the name the professor killed him. Gary pittman Is the man in charge of the Cartel now. But hes in jail”

 

“well then I’m gonna have to pay him a little visit” I said as I turned to walk into B-Dups

Edited August 23, 2005 by 9jkearse3

[GTAFool12]

$25- Kearse

 

EDIT= Johnson I already added it.

Edited August 23, 2005 by GTAFool12

[xxnofear617xx]

let's update the front page ok leones need 110 for assets and 61 for my story. not to be a burden i'm just looking into buying something

[BUYG]

Everyone stop trying to run a mile a minute.

 

9jkearse3: like GTAFool already said, $25

 

Forelli_Boy: I remeber that story from way back when Neotrix ran the old GTA3 BUYG, $67

 

King Of Liberty City: Stop trying to hustle off this BUYG. I dont mind you writting here, but refrain from advertising in this topic.

 

Ottae: Not a bad first story, $46

Edited August 24, 2005 by BUYG

[xxnofear617xx]

I'd like to buy a knife and a Tec-9 for the Leone Family Mafia Edited August 24, 2005 by xxnofear617xx

[The Teflon Don]

Name: Damon smith

Age: 19

Nickname: 'D'

Height: 6''3

Weight: 186lbs

Bio: Straight out of Idlewood, D's been in and out of jail since he was 10. It's ironic because that's the ammount of brothers and sisters he has. now he's dealing almost verywhere trying to get some cash to get back on his feet. You could usualy spot him in the crack house.

 

 

Name: Terrel Smith

Age: 16

Nickname: None

Height: 6''1

Weight: 121lbs

Bio: There's a word that describes people like him. Junkie. He's a pill poping drunk that needs therapy or at least an intervention.

 

 

Name: Marcus "Mack daddy" Smith

Age: 21

Nickname: Mack daddy

Height: 6"8

Weight: 350lbs (All muscle)

Bio: He could of been a football player or a boxer but instead he's a front yard

ballla O.G. He's one intimetading motherf*cker and trust me, you don't wanna get on his bad side.

 

 

Name: Little Sammy Smith

Age: 12

Nickname: None

Height: 5"7

Weight: 89lbs

Bio: Some kids want to be firemen when they grow up. Some want to be police men. Sammy wants to be a balla like most of his brothers. Last year he was kick out of his school for starting a huge fight with seven kids for wearing green. It was St. Patricks day.

 

 

 

Name: Ottis Smith

Age: 14

Nickname: None

Height: 5"10

Weight: 101lbs

Bio: He's a dropout with a bad attitude. He get's into fights daily and has been in juvee for a year. He hates his brother Ben because he's the one thet got him in there.

 

 

Name: Ben Smith

Age: 15

Nickname: Benny Boy (He hates it, he'd rather be called B.B.)

Height: 5"10

Weight: 110lbs

Bio: He's a balla for life and is not affraid to show it. He's the bartender at the pig pen and makes good money. He is the most loyal brother to the ballas.

 

 

Name: Jason Smith

Age: 24

Nickname: None

Height: 6"4

Weight: 197lbs

Bio: Since his parents died he's been running the household with a firm grip. He's the oldest and the strongest. He's a balla but his family comes first.

 

 

Names: Ashley and Dana

Age: 21

Nicknames: The Twins

Height: 5"11

Weight: 102 and 104lbs

Bio: The Twins have been very close eversince anyone could remember but they havent seen each other in two years because Ashley went to Liberty to find a better life.

 

 

Name: Latisha Smith

Age: 18

Nickname: None

Height: 6"0

Weight: 111lbs

Bio: She's the black sheep in the family. We have no money so even with the schollar ship we still could'nt afford it. So she's domed to the life of poverty.

 

 

Name: Leroy Smith

Age: 17

Nickname: Meth

Height: 5"12

Weight: 160lbs

Bio: He was adopted before are parents were killed in the accident, so we were'nt just gonna throw him out on the street. He's trying to become a rapper. He's good but, he has'nt got a record deal yet.

 

So that'my intro.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[namechanged170311]

Ok, well I've been accepted to join the Leon Family Mafia (Chiliad Hideout) so I should hopefully have my first story up later on tonight. By the way, nice stories to all that have been writing, I'm enjoying them

[johnson.]

There's a word that describes people like him. Junkie. He's a pill poping drunk that needs therapy or at least an intervention.

 

Some kids want to be firemen when they grow up. Some want to be police men. Sammy wants to be a balla like most of his brothers. Last year he was kick out of his school for starting a huge fight with seven kids for wearing green. It was St. Patricks day.

The Teflon Don:That made me laugh so hard, $32

[namechanged170311]

Yes I know this is not in Chiliad Hideout and I hope this doesn't muck anything up for anyone else, it shouldn't do, anyway, it's a prolougue so chiliad hideout will yet to come.

 

Prologue

 

James was leading a happy life. During his time at school, he'd won himself overall best pupil as well as various other specific awards. He had a caring family, a girlfriend, above average skills at almost anything he tried, and popular with other students. He was a nice looking young man, blonde hair, medium build, and had a good sense of fashion, all of his features fitted perfectly together. Yes, life was great for him. From the age of 17, he got a scholarship to a high-ranked university where he later got a degree in literature and social sciences.

James woke to hear his phone going off next to his bed. Grudgingly, he tossed over in his bed and answered it, ready to scream at the ringer.

It was his friend, best friend in fact, Spike who was the caller who loudly got a yelling at for calling this early in the morning.

'What the hell are you talking about James, it's almost mid-day,' Spike humorously said. And to James's surprise, it really was that late.

'Anyway,' Spike continued 'We need to do something tonight man, just us two,'. James eyed the phone suspiciously though, of course, Spike couldn't see this.

'What're you thinking of Spike my friend,' James replied, almost sarcastically.

After a few more minutes of small talk, Spike explained his plan to go down to a Casino that night. James enthusiastically agreed before falling out of bed, hitting his head.

That night, sometime around half past 8, Spike arrived at James's house and they went north from lower Las Venturas heading towards The Strip. Spike owned an old ford his parents used to own, it wasn't great but it was enough. After half an hour of sitting in the un-comfortable seats and trying to decide which venue to go to, James got fed up and made them pull over at the nearest building. It's name they soon discovered, was Caligula's Palace.

'Seems nice,' James commented. They found a better car park and started towards the door.

'We could walk out of here millionaires,' Spike wondered, always optimistic. Little did the two know, they would be lucky to even walk out that night.

They walked in to find it as busy as they'd expected. The two strolled around for a bit, looking for a free blackjack table. After seeing them all taken with lines for each, the two settled for some Triple 7 machines.

To himself, James had been thinking for the half an hour they'd been their, that something felt un-easy. After briefly looking around, James found the source of his worries. Two muscled men in black suits (Presumably security-guards) had been following them their whole visit. James nudged Spike and whispered something hurriedly but he couldn't understand. All of a sudden, the two felt something hard wedge into their backs. In a coarse voice, someone behind them spoke, they had an Italian accent.

'One word out of you two and you're history,'.

James realised they were guns against their backs. Although Spike's and James's movement was limited with the two men's guns in their backs, they noticed that more men were blocking off the area they were in and keeping everyone in order from seeing what they were seeing. James and Spike were dragged off towards the back of the casino where one of them used a key card to open a door. I was starting to fade out, I'm not sure why. I heard someone speak, not one of the guards but someone who just by their voice, could be told as someone with power.

'So he's come again, brought a friend as well, what was he thinking,'.

The two young adults last memories of their night were hearing two gunshots before everything went black.

'I don't know what they were thinking and I don't wish to find out, dump them somewhere, somewhere far away,'.

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I know it was short but again, it's just the prologue.

[Ottae]

 

 

19:30, Half an hour to go before the guests arrive for the opening night. I was sitting at the bar again, enjoying the 8th beer of the day. I had to admit that i was nervous about the evening. Not only were the rich and famous coming,

 

there was the probably going to be Salvatore Leone, the leader of the Leone Family Mafia.It would of been ok, but Woozie's Triad's that he had promised had not turned up yet and now it was 19:45. I had 30 Grove Street homies with me but the Triads were for outdoor security and they wouldn't go a miss.

 

"Ottae!" Shouted a Grove Street member, "Look up dawg!" i did as he said and looked at the glass dome that was the roof and saw Triads were walking over it, guarding the top.

 

"Finally! There here!" A wave of relief went though me and i sat down once again on my bar stool."Woozie should turn up soon" I said hopefully.

 

5 minutes late, there was a knock at the door. Expecting it too be Woozie and stood up opened the door. To my surprise, Madd Dogg was standing in front of me, holding a bottle of expensive looking wine.

 

"These Triad fools are trippin' do they know who I am?" Said Madd Dogg.

 

"I wouldn't moan, it means they're doing a good job! Hows it goin' Dogg?"

I asked while showing him some "homie love"

 

"It's good Ottae, I'm in the studio these days, recording with CJ" announced Madd Dogg happily.

 

"Great! How is CJ? Haven't seen him in ages! Is he comin' tonight?"

 

"He's fine G, but he ain't comin' tonight, Girl issues, y'know."

 

I looked at my watch, 19:55, people should start arriving soon, including

Woozie, who turned up 5 minutes later followed by another guy who was dark, slim and tall, he said his name was "Bobby Renno" and he was a personal friend of Woozie's.

 

After they came, so did everyone else, Vinewood Stars such as "Prad Bitt" and "Com Truise" There were also business men like "Bichard Ranson". Every thing went without a hitch, even my speech went well, every joke, people laughed at and they understood everything i said. It was a great evening until a Triad came smashing through the Domed Roof.

 

"Ey! Don't-a-crease-a-ma shirt!"

 

They Italian accent rattled through the deadly silent casino. Then at least 30 Mafia jumped through the hole, including the creased-suit man. All the guests ducked under Slot Machines and Roulette tables while Grove Street open fired on the tresspassing Mafia.

 

I crouch below the bar and looked round the shelves for a Tec-9. Just after i found it, the Budweiser mirror above me shattered and bits of glass covered my back. I shook off the debris and stood up. I opened fired on the Mafia, killing at least 3 of them, another bullet flew past my head, breaking a bottle of Tequila on the shelf behind me.

 

I duct under the bar once more and after 10 seconds, the room went silent. Confused i stood up slowly to see that Grove Street had surrounded the Mafia with guns pointing at them.

 

"What is the meaning of your Intrusion?" I asked. No one answered until the doors flew open, Salvatore stood at the top of the steps, half-expecting the Mafia to have taken control, but he was taken aback to find Grove Street in control.

 

"Ottae! A pleasure to meet you!" Salvatore frowned, as he looked round to see more Grove Street standing around the edge of the Casino. "sorry i was a little hard coming in, my boys tend to get a bit upset to see Triads so they, well, you can see the damage." Salvatore looked at the smashed ceiling.

 

"What do you want?" I repeated.

 

"To join the party of course!" Salvatore answered.

 

"Sorry, invitation only." This didn't seem to please, Salvatore as he clicked his fingers loudly and a second later, there was a loud bang on the roof somewhere & more glass dropped from the dome. This gave the encircled Mafia a chance to grab their weapons from the floor and point them at Grove Street. I duct behind the bar again expecting gun fire but the room was silent again.

 

"The tabled have turned Ottae! Now i shold get outta here within the next 5 minutes, it's gonna get a bit dusty." Salvatore smirked at me from behind his bodyguards. All i could do was stare at the beautiful chandelier above and, without thinking, i stood up and covered the chandelier with Tec-9 bullets. The huge glass structure broke from it's hold and fell to the floor, crushing at least 10 Mafia.

 

Salvatore took this as a sign to leave and him with the rest of the Mafia, left in an instant. I expected for everyone to leave after that, but they didn't, they just carried on like nothing had happened, I guess they are used to this kind of stuff, living in San Andreas and all.

 

I sat down at the bar and a man dressed in green walked up to me, i figured he was Grove Street but as he walked closer, gun in his hand, i saw that it was Bobby Renno.

 

Before i could say 'hello' he pointed the gun at my face. I stayed motionless, until the trigger was finally pulled...

 

Chapter 3 coming soon, johnson. you still need to rate my chapter 1 -Ottae

Edited August 24, 2005 by Ottae

[namechanged170311]

Nice story Ottae, your story has been marked, look at thw above posts, it says you got $46

[Ottae]

oh yeah, thanks timstaples & .johnson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-Ottae

[pistol-P]

Ride Or Die

Chapter 1.

Russ its me Drago, pick up the phone its important I heard.

Hello! Who the f*ck is this?, its me Drago Tvoi Drug.

Oh you he. The triads have planned something big

They are going to do a hit on os with the San Fierro Rifa

I just heard it by my friend. When can you get over here

And ho the hell is the San fierro Rifa!?. Some Guys

Forget about them. Where are talking about the triads now.

I’ll be over there in about 30min. Nicolas Comes in

What’s wrong russ?, The Triads And some Rifa thing

Are going to do a hit on os go tell the others that the should

Shot at any triads the see but I don’t know about the Rifa’s

I heard about them its just some Mexicans there Gang Color

Is Cyan I think. Okay tell them that to. Now go get a gun

And relax a bit I’ll get back to you. *Gun Shot’s*.

What The New Plans Get a Gun Tell Everybody that they

Should shot back at anything that shots at them. And after

That well meet In here hurry up. Drago comes in the war

Have Already Began I’ll take a squad and go over to the dragons casino

Because most of them are over here. Okay god idea.

Nicolas we need help here grab this Gun.

Throw the grenade Nicolas What But ill Blow Some of the building

Throw IT! You The Boss! There Running Away Get Em Get Em All

There is one out in the back. * Shot Gun Shots* Get Down.

Kill That bitch, He’s down but I don’t know if he’s dead Russ

he’s just hurt nothing serious. Okay tie him up with that rope

Over there no I aint got time for this. Then KILL HIM!!!..

The Cops Will Be here Soon I Will go get a Car Will You Stay Here

And when im back he better be dead. Russ Walks Out the door

This is the Police Put your hands Above your head I Said

Put your hands Above your head. Drago I’ll Call You Okay

* Police drives away With Russ. *

Have you seen Nicolas? Nope. What About you ? ..

I Think He’s out in the back, Okay. Nicolas

Nicolas. What?. They got Russ? . What are you talking

About ho got him?, The Police Got him. I Was

On My Way Over to the triads with the others but

We thought well go back and help you guys out

When I got back the police was taking russ away.

I’ve Ben Stuck With This triad Junkie. Russ

Told me to kill him but I didn’t. Do it

Do it now …… okay Now Lets get Down to the casino

They most be haven a meeting I think meet me out in the front

In about 45min. I’ll call our associates, You Just Have to Get Ready

Go To The Ammunation And buy yourself a Vest.

This is gonner be Big And i dont have time to get you

to the hospital. Now get out of here!. Wait

I No Some guys ho Can Help They Used To

Come And Talk to me at work one day

when they rubbed the shop i told my boss

it was some others. they o me a favor

i'll talk to them right away. yea okay.

 

Yo, i Cant Pick Up The Phone Right Now.

Maybe im Busy maybe im not but leave a

massage after the tone.

Its Me Nicolas Pick up the phone

if you get this message then call me up

when you hear it....

 

 

Edited August 24, 2005 by pistol-P

[MI7]

Gimme Caligula's Palace please.

[Forelli_Boy]

@BUYG: Ay-sactly. I'm pretty much 'reduxing' my original Neotrix stories at the moment, the next chapter should be the last one. I was working on a little 'interrogation' chapter for Zeno when Neotrix closed up shop.

 

Current Bios are as follows. Written in GTA Police style.

 

Zeno Forelli

Age: 19

Once direct heir to the leadership of the Forelli Family Mafia, now known as the Forelli Brothers. Parents killed in notorious mob massacres of 1992. Fled to Carcer City after the assassination of his uncle, Mike 'Lips' Forelli, in 2001. Has gained a reputation with the CCPD as an 'uncatchable' street racer, but the stingy bastards at the precinct won't give us access to his record. Last seen frequenting an import/export garage whose owner has links to the Colombian Cartel. Not considered a threat. At the moment.

 

Marcos & Diego Lopez

Ages: 45

Twin Colombian brothers who own the Import/Export Garages in Shoreside Vale and Portland, respectively. Supposed links to the Colombian Cartel. Like the theater masks, their personalities starkly contrast with each other. Marcos is the angry one while Diego wouldn't hurt a fly (unless it stung him first, at which point he would gas it like a [comment deleted for sensitivity reasons.]) Business has been slow for the twins recently, as hybrids are not necessarily in demand in less savory parts of the world.

 

Vittorio Agnesi

Age: 42

Current "leader" of the Forelli Brothers. Former manager of drug operations under Don Forelli (Zeno's father) after the death of Sonny Forelli in 1986. Runs his business out of a warehouse at Atlantic Quays frequented primarily for drug parties. Often compared to young Russian mob bosses in North Korea in terms of sheer arrogance. (Note: drew inspiration for this character from the Russian Mafia boss in Mercenaries:PoD)

 

Chico Estevez

Age: 24

Black/Puerto Rican drug dealer seen frequently going in and out of the projects in. Deals in anything illegal and synthetic that can be consumed orally or through hypodermic needle. Knows a lot about Liberty's lowlifes on both sides of the thin blue line through his clientele. Also knows better than to make a deal with one gang member in the presence of a rival.