ROSA: Republic Vs Rebellion

[Snares]

Cuffs and Cubans

 

Snares sipped back some of his Miller beer. There was a noise in the distance.

 

"What is that loud thumping noise, Dale?" asked Snares.

 

"That is the distant sound of UN helicopters." said Dale, staring around supiciously.

 

On futher inspection, he found it to be his cell phone ringing in the kitchen. The phone rang out. Heh.

 

"Dale you son of a gun, it was just the phone, not the Chinese invading."

 

"I knew that, just like I know the Martians are planning to steal our water."

 

Dale was a friend of Snares' from Los Santos, he lived next to his cousin there. Dale was the owner of the local gun store in Willowfield, and sometimes supplied the local Rebels there. He had spent a few short stretches in Bone County Jail for his dealings. Recently, new shipments of AK47 had been arriving from Russia, and Dale had a plan to seize them, as well as freeing some Rebels being deported to Katomana bay, a large prison on foreign soil.

 

"So, when we going?" asked Snares.

 

"When I feel the tensions of the airmolecules have calmed, we will go." said Dale.

 

"Man, you're full of sh*t."

 

The pair walked over to the hut, where Snares kept his field command, with a map, "Rebel radio", contact list and two rifles.

 

"So, how'll we do this Snares?"

 

"Well, I know the weapons and men are being held in the ROSA base in the Ocean Docks, but I reckon they'll already have the men in the brig. Is there any local gangs in the area who could help us? This will be a direct assault."

 

"Hmmn, there's some Cubano's called the Diaz Mob, they hate everybody, so they should be useful" said Dale.

 

"Right, it all depends on their help. We can talk more when we get there."

 

Snares carefully landed the plane at the runway at Los Santos International, then parked the Dodo at the end of it. The sirens went off. Someone on a speakerphone was shouting.

 

"You did not have clearance to land! Give yourself up!"

 

Snares and Dale hurridley clambered over the gate and jacked a passing Sedana. Dale stepped on the accelerator and headed for El Corona, Diaz Mob turf. Luckily no police cars had followed them.

 

"Where do they hang out Dale?"

 

"Ricardo Diaz hangs out at the Tattoo parlour, his brother was killed by cops a few months ago."

 

Dale pulled the Sedana up in the small parking area next to the parlour. A young Cubano with a panama hat and shades was leaning on the wall next to a fat, tattoo-covered guy. They were speaking in Spanish. One of them eyed Dale, and nodded to the door.

 

It was quiet inside, just one customer. Snares spotted the back door. Sure enough, it was crowded in the back, some kind of gambling racket.

 

"Who's Diaz?" whispered Snares

 

"I don't know, but he's supposed to be called Big Ricky. Let's look for big guys."

 

Snares noticed a tiny amigo, maybe only 4"9 at the center of attention in the corner of the room.

 

"Could the name be sarcastic?" he said, pointing at the guy.

 

---

 

Diaz said he'd be happy to help the Rebels, after his brother had been killed by the Republik, he had no respect for them. The men coming along with them were four Cubans. Pepe Robina, a gangster from Vice City, Giancana Lòpez, a guy who only knew how to say "I learn English from a book", Umberto Fernandez and Renzo Tappia. Also coming along were two black guys from Motor City, "Sportree", a big time drug smuggler and gang lord hiding in Los Santos, and Leon Woody, one of Sportree's men. All had fought before, and Renzo Tappia was a former Rebel himself. The back room was cleared and a plan of the docks was drawn up.

 

The plan was. Sportree and Leon would hijack a prison van a few hours before the job, and steal the guards' uniform. They would then pick up Dale and Snares, who would be dressed in prisoners uniforms, the others would be accompaning in squad cars. The motorcade would approach the military camp and say two more Rebels were in the back, and were to be deported also. Once inside, Sportree and his man would transfer Snares and Dale onboard, but uncuff them in the brig and bust the Rebels out. One of the squad car teams would move to the officers break room, and steal guns for the guys to use, the other would move to pick-up the AKs and load them onto a truck. The Rebels would then get into the prison van with everyone else and they'd get out of there, back to Diaz's place.

 

---

 

Snares and Dale shuffled down the stairs of the ship's brig with Sportree leading the way, and Leon heading up the back. There was one guard watching the basketball on a TV. He nodded and opened the gate of the brig. Sportree knocked him over the head with his nitestick.

 

"Sucka," he said, he noticed one the Rebels was looking jumpy." 'ey yo, be cool."

 

They uncuffed Dale and Snares, and informed the Rebels of what was going on. Umberto ran through the door with several AKs strapped over his back. He threw them down the stairs.

 

"Hurry meng', sh*t's getting pretty heavy out here." he said, firing his AK. Some of the Rebels picked up AKs too, and they ran out to the deck. There was plenty of cover, and they started attacking the guard on board. The guards were poorly trained, and swept aside, the real problem would be the army at the base. Leon pulled the van up and the weapons and Rebels piled on. Dale and Snares were trapped on the ship. One of the armymen fired a rocket at the ship's engine, and it began to sink. Leon shouted to them.

 

"I'll start driving, run!"

 

Snares held the bullets whistle by him. Dale got shot in the leg but caught onto the rear bumper of the van. Leon smashed through the gate. A Republik sniper on the roof of a garage was aiming at the van, at the fuel tank! Snares plunged himself in fron of the bullet and it ripped into his chest. Sportree got of the van and pulled Snares on.

 

"Come on foo', stay with me."

Edited April 17, 2006 by Snares

[Bryce.]

Very nice story Snares, I liked it alot. I liked the characters you incorrporated into it as well. G'work. You've earned yourself a point.

 

We're adding the points table soon.

 

Good to see you back Bradd0.

 

 

Explosive Situation Pt. 2

 

In what seemed like minutes, I looked across the airport to see a cherrypicker inching towards us at a very slow rate. I had called it in less than two minutes ago. When situations like this occurred, people got their sh*t together and acted fast.

 

The cherrypicker pulled up and out hopped to more BT's. Me, Mike and two of the BT's climbed into the cherry picker and slowly and steadly, we hoisted him up onto the roof. Once the arm had exteneded to the roof. We all climbed out and walked over to the roof sky bay. It had to motorized doors that would swing out when a button on the inside was pressed. All of it was done remotely, so we'd have to go in manually. One of the BT's brought out a pressurized jack which was hooked up to a 50 ML tank of C02. With this jack he could pry it inbetween both doors and push them apart.

 

And we did just that.

 

Mike already had a 45 foot nylon rope connected to his tactical harness by the time I turned around. He sat on the edge of the door waiting for us to grab hold of the rope and then he jumpe off. We all lowered him into hanger as slowly as possible so he wouldn't break anything. Once on the ground, he unhooked the harness and sent it back up. Next was my turn. It was going to be a bit harder for the BT's but they could manage. Once I was in, we got to work.

 

There were 10 barrels of what Intel had told us was an RDX solvent mixed with some sort of HMX solid. RDX burns at 10,000 feet per second, while HMX burns at an astounding 29,000 feet per second. You don't want to be anywhere near this sh*t when a match is lit. All ten barrels were connected to a switch box in the middle of the room. Mike and I walked over to it. It looked like a regular old switch box, only it has a few digital gauges on it and a note that read:

 

Viva la Separatists! (Signed, Mainland Marauder)

 

Mike: Who the f*ck are the separatists?

Bryce.: I don't know, probably just another POS Rebel group. Can we open up the box Mike?

Mike: I'm not sure, lemme look at it for a bit. See if you can go find us another way out of here.

Bryce.: Right.

 

I walked to the back of the room as I was almost to a mini-office in the corner, I tripped on a wire. sh*t. The wire was connected to one of the RDX drums and now one of the lights on top of the drums started flashing red.

 

Mike: What the f*ck did you do?

Bryce.: I tripped. Are we ok?

Mike: The timer started up! We've got less than 3 minutes!

 

...To Be continued.

Edited April 17, 2006 by Bryce.

[Snares]

I like it Bryce, and a good cliffhanger

[GOA Arbusto]

 

~From the Desk of GOA Arbusto~

Points table and other necessary functions have been added and updated.

 

1 Star was awarded to OdDsOcK for his excellence in battle and for his decication.

2 Stars were added to MI7 for his continuation with ROSA and for his determination.

 

Also, a Video/Story Archive is being added to the front page. If you wish to have any of your videos or your best stories added to it, PM me with the links. Please do not PM me 20 stories. This is primarily for videos. Also, please make sure that the video links are still valid.

 

Thank you.

 

 

Edited May 23, 2006 by GOA Arbusto

[gillies]

Nice work again on the new thread Bryce., all your work on that has paid off.

 

Now down with the Republic, and enough with the disorganised rebellion!

 

*gillies sneers*

 

and rates topic good.

[Bryce.]

Thank you snares, I appreciate it man. I should have the third part probably tomorrow night, or next weekend.

 

MI7 is working on a vid.

 

As soon as I get my video card I will get back into video making, story-writing is not my thing.

 

Gillies: You will pay traitor! Death to the Separatists! Your rebellion will never last! Oh and thank you.

[Snares]

Separatist scum! I'll get Anakin Skywalker to kill y'or ass on Mustfar!

[Kippers]

An Unsung Hero Part 1

 

 

Cold and battered I made my daily walk across the Las Venturas casino strip, wincing my left eye as the bright neon glowing signs and commercials flashed in white, yellow, red and blue at high speeds. It was quiet as usual, the only real sounds you could hear were from the speakers inside the clubs, and I could feel a slight bump in my stomach every time the music hit a loud beat. A door behind me opened and the noise of the music increased as 3 young, well dressed ladies came tumbling out of the door, staggering around, laughing, not caring much for the beer glasses filled to the brim emptying slightly with every jog of the hand. I turned back round and heard a smash and a faint "oh sh*t!" as one of the girls dropped her glass on the floor, but they just laughed it off and kept staggering down the strip in my direction.

I kept walking, a slight breeze had formed and I pulled the old tatty bed sheet I had found last week over my head so it dangles down my back.

I found a small dip in one of the walls which I thought to be ideal to rest for the night before continuing my long, endless walk for food and warmth. I put my back up against the wall and slipped down, legs bending and up to my chest; I rested my chin upon my knees and pulled the bed sheet over my head. My vision disappeared from the darkness underneath.

I could hear the 3 girls' laughs getting closer and closer; I just shut my eyes and ignored them, thinking how much I wanted to be one of them. Not actually a girl, but someone having a good time on a Friday night, drinking and catching up with friends from work. That's if I even still have any friends, even if I did I'm sure they would be too busy on missions against ROSA to bother with a deserter like myself; If they weren't all dead.

Ever since that day, I have regretted leaving the force, but at the time and the situation in which I was in mentally, I felt it was for the best. I was always screwing up my missions, too many close calls to be called well trained. And with personal problems brewing it was difficult to concentrate.

My knees suddenly jolted and got knocked to the side, my head shot up but it was no use because the sheet was still covering my face.

"Watch it dick head!" One of the girls screamed. I quickly got up to my feet and pulled the sheet from my head to apologize, I didn't want to get in any trouble with anyone to add to my misery. Yet even though I was trying to do good for myself, no matter what I do it never ends well, neither did this.

As soon as I got up and took the sheet away a bouncer, who I swear wasn't around 5 minutes before, grabbed me by the neck, swung me round and laid me one right in the jaw. The last thing I could here was my heavy breathing and the giggles coming from the girls as they just stood there drunk and bewildered.....

 

 

 

To Be Continued...

[Bryce.]

Whoa very nice work kippers! I really enjoyed it, though, you do know that you have a house and vehicle right? Or are you leading up to that? Either way it was a great story.

 

Point added.

[Snares]

Good job Kippers, very descriptive

[Kippers]

 

Whoa very nice work kippers! I really enjoyed it, though, you do know that you have a house and vehicle right? Or are you leading up to that? Either way it was a great story.

 

Point added. 

Thanks. Yes i am aware i have a house and weapons, but i'm starting from where i left off in the last topic which would be homeless and unemployed.

Edited April 17, 2006 by kippers

[Bryce.]

That's what I thought, and great idea. I really really liked it and I'm glad that you came back. G'work.

 

Point Status is up to date so far. MI7 should have the video archvie done soon so once again you if you have made any videos, or stories, that you want to be in the archive PM MI7.

 

Thanks.

[Kippers]

Wow. 2 stars already. Well done all

[gta_player5]

Governmental oppression must come to an end. Spying and being secluded yet controlling every aspect of this country’s economic, social, and political system is not the way in which a nation should be governed. This dictatorship is killing our nation not saving it; the only way to save our nation at this point is to collapse the government. Help make an end to this oppression; I would like to become a Separatist. ¡Desean vivo los separatists!

[D2TK]

This horror we call Arbusto is running this country into the ground. We must rise up and fight. We cannot sit here and let anyone do such a terrible thing to our land. Our only option is to eliminate Arbusto and his followers. We must plan a revolution. I want to take part in this revolution. I want to get rid of Arbusto. I want to save my home. I want to be a Separatist.

 

Meh, had to rush because I gotta go eat. Hopefully that's a good enough pledge.

[Bryce.]

Welcome you too, though your stay will be short.

 

I've updated the territory map yet again, and made it much more accurate. However, if something looks sort of green, it most likely isn't. I tried to Photoshop this SOB as best as I could, I need to ask MI7 if he has the backup or not. Maybe we should just start a new one.

 

I think gillies will update the roster for you two.

 

ALEX IS VIEWING!!!!!

[alexrw]

Man, why do people never read my stories. Mt.Chiliad is rebel by the way (for now). And so is Aldea Malvada or whatever.

 

I am currently working on a vid. And this time i mean it!

[GOA Arbusto]

Roster updated.

 

 

Good to see the new recruits.

 

 

New Ammendment: Ammendment V
To all members: Any member that is not innactive in the ROSA Topic (i.e. Not a single post) will be taken off the roster and executed the next day. Any member that is active but has not contributed in stories or videos in six weeks or over, will be taken off the roster and executed. Rebels and The Separatists will recieve an extremely slow and painful death.   Thank you.

Edited April 18, 2006 by GOA Arbusto

[gillies]

The separatists grow stronger! The government swine will never know what hit them.

[Stezza]

I'm gonna go write a story now.

 

It's good to see this back up.

 

Die Separist scum! DIE!!

 

 

[ricardomun]

I want to join the rebels again,sorry for not posting on the older thread,I was travelling and when i got back i had things to take care of.Now i think i'll write more stories.Oh,I forgot,Arbusto is a threat for both San Andreas and it's people,i'll do anything to make San Andreas a free country.BTW,didn't understand what the Separatists are all about.Sorry for my english.

[GOA Arbusto]

Glad to see you back Stezza.

 

Territory Map updated yet again. This is the sixth time today.

 

 

 

Roster Update: MacSandNines has been excuted and has rejoined the The Rebellion. We now have even numbers on all sides. That also means more people for my Corps: to kill.

 

News Update:

 

With the recent Terrorist threats at LSX we have written yet another amendment. We will not negotiate with terrorists. We will not allow them to have the upper hand in this battle. Any terrorist that is caught doing so much as ordering off the Drive-Through menu wrong, will be punished to the extent of the law. There will be a zero tollerance for terrorism and negotiations will never be made.

 

Thank you, that is all.

 

Edit: You've been added ricardomun, but please take into consideration what I told you in the PM I sent you.

 

ricardomun

Location: Stationed with SatanOnFire at the Pizza Zip in LV

Weapons: Hunting Rifle and Cane

Vehicle: Mountain Bike

Equipment: Tactical Gear

Combat Experience:

 

I stationed you with SatanOnFire so I wouldn't have to update the territory map.

 

Thank you.

 

 

Edited April 18, 2006 by GOA Arbusto

[ricardomun]

Thanks Arbusto.Can you say what exactly was wrong in my post so i can improve future posts,please.And what's my speciality?

[GOA Arbusto]

 

Thanks Arbusto.Can you say what exactly was wrong in my post so i can improve future posts,please.And what's my speciality?

This has been stated before, but I feel like humoring. Not every person has a specialty, so I opted not to assign you one. If MI7, that bastard of traitor, see's it fit, he can assign you one.

 

You really just need to, before you post, go back and make sure your capitilization and spacing is ok, other than that, you are fine.

 

G'luck, I hope we kill you soon.

 

Arbusto, out.

[D2TK]

Viva la Separatists!

 

I slowly rolled down the street in my old Savanna. I parked away from the house to avoid suspicion. I studied the blueprints one final time. Ten security cameras. Three outside, four on the first floor, three in the basement. Security control room and vault located in the basement. Four security guards patrolling the first floor, three working the controls in the basement, two watching the outside. Laser grid in the vault room, and on the driveway. Good, good. Everything looked as I remembered.

 

I reached under my car seat and took out a briefcase. I took it and climbed into a nearby tree. I looked over the contents of the case. Scope? Check. Ammo? Check. I went down the list of it's contents until I knew everything was alright. I slowly lifted the scope of the sniper rifle up to my eye. As I surveyed the house I spotted one of the three exterior cameras. I quickly took it out. I waited for a guard to come and see what had happened. As soon as he was in my sights I pulled the trigger. Got him right in the head.I went back to my car and retrieved my silenced pistol from the glove compartent, I loaded the magazine into the pistol and put it into the holster. I was ready to go.

 

I slowly and quielty eased towards the house. I evaded the laser grid on the driveway and entered the house through the door under the camera that I eliminated. As soon as I was in I rolled into a room across the hall as I heard a guard walking around. Once he was in front of the room I was in I quickly grabbed him, covered his mouth, and threw him into the room. He was reaching for his radio as I held my gun up to his head. He immediately threw his hands into the air. I demanded to know the security code for the vault in the basement. He refused to say anything. I kicked him in the face, but he was still defiant towards my demands. I shoved the pistol into his mouth, gagging him with the silencer as I asked him again. He had a very nervous look and sweat was starting to drip down the sides of his face. I could tell he was starting to give in so I removed the pistol from his mouth.

 

"I'll tell you the code, just please don't kill me," he said quietly as his throat was burning from my pistol. "The code is 08648. Please don't kill me, I have a wife and kids!"

 

"I'm sure they'll miss you very much."

 

I unloaded three bullets into his chest. I spotted an air vent in the corner of the room. I moved one of the chairs in the room directly under the air vent and crawled into it. It was very tight and low on air. I didn't even know where this was going to take me. I must've missed it while looking over the blueprints. I heard many things while crawling through the vent. Guards taking a break to chat, televisions, radios, the residents of the house eating dinner, but there was one thing I heard that I had to stop to hear. It was the owner of the house giving an order to the guards.

 

"If you see or hear anything suspicious investigate it immediately. If you see anyone on my property shoot them on sight! Make sure you send that message to all the guards on the property."

"Yes sir."

 

Great, just what I needed. Now I have to be extra careful and stealthy to pull this off. I finally reached a way out of this vent. I looked through to see where it lets out. Hmm....Cameras, computers, monitors...It must be the security control room! I leaped into the room and grabbed one of the guards. I grabbed him by the back of his head and smashed his face into a security monitor as I shot behind me at the face of the other guard. Suddenly an alarm sounded. I looked on the monitors to see all of the guards rushing down to this room. I couldn't possibly take them all on, could I?

 

The guards flooded the room looking very alert. Then they had a puzzled look on their faces. Suddenly, one of them dropped to the ground, his brains and small pieces of skin splattering onto the wall behind him. The guards were now shocked. Some of them looked at the air vent above them. One of the guards bravely walked toward the vent to investigate. As soon as he was close to it the covering for the vent flew out into his face, knocking him out right away. I dove out of the vent onto one of the guards, and punched him in the face. I got up, turned around, and quickly popped three more of them. I picked up a body to use as a human shield as four more guards came rushing down the stairs. I shot all four of them before they even knew what happened. As I walked out of the control room I started to think.

 

"Let's see....two, four, six, eight, nine...Nine guards dead. What happened to the tenth one?"

 

Right after that thought everything went dark as I slowly fell to the floor.

 

I woke up staring straight into the barrel of a nine millimeter pistol.

 

"What's going on here!?" I exclaimed.

 

"I should be asking you the same thing. You're the one that broke in here. You know what that means...It's time for you to die."

 

The guard cocked the gun.

 

"Oh no," I thought, "I've failed.."

 

My life started to flash before my eyes.

 

"Why did I start doing this?" I thought, "Why do I have to steal just to make a living? Why didn't I finish school?"

 

A tear started to fall from my eye.

 

"No!" I thought, "That doesn't matter right now. I have to find a way out of this. My life isn't coming to an end now. Not here, not like this."

 

I wiped the tear from my cheek and started to concentrate. His radio was a little loose from it's holster. I had an idea. It would be very risky, but it could work. I quickly kicked the radio and it flew out of his holster and hit him in the back of the head. He stupidly turned around wondering what had happened. As soon as he looked away I pulled out my knife and stuck it deep into his chest. Blood gushed out of the wound as he started to choke. He got down on his knees and started to cough up blood. I sat there with a grim smile on my face. I pulled the knife out of his chest as he fell to the ground. I looked around as I realized where I was. This was it! This was the vault room! I ran over to the vault and input the code. 08648, just like the guard told me. I punched it in and hit enter. Nothing happened. I entered the code again. Still nothing. I looked behind the code box to see that the wires were cut. I would have put it back together, but the back of the box was too tight to fit my hands into.

 

I slowly walked away. All that hard work for nothing. As I walked away I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. It was a small box with wires coming out of it that connected to the vault door. I opened the box to find another code box. I entered 08648 into it and hit enter. ACCESS GRANTED. The vault door slowly opened. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to rip a hole in my chest.

 

"Here it is," I said, "Here's what I killed ten people for. Here's what I went through all this trouble for. Here's what I've been waiting for my whole life."

 

Just fantasizing of the riches of gold and diamonds that lay behind this vault door put a smile on my face. The vault door opened all the way. Then I just stared with a blank expression on my face. The room was totally empty except for a small tape recorder laying on the floor. I walked into the vault and picked up the tape recorder. I got so mad I almost crushed it, but instead I hit play just in case it was important.

 

"Congratulations," the voice on the tape said, "Congratulations on reaching this vault. It was definitely not an easy task. I'm sure you're very disappointed that you haven't found the riches you have searched for, but I will make it worth your while. I go by the name 'Mainland Marauder', I run a group of guerilla terrorists fighting to free this place from Arbusto's evil reign. Meet me at Santa Marina Beach and we'll talk. I might let you join us. If you made it past all that security you should definitely be great addition to the group."

 

I quietly got out of the house and back into my car. I sat there for about an hour debating over whether I should meet him or not. I decided I would. I drove down to the beach thinking that whatever I would do with this group couldn't be nearly as bad as trying to rob that house. If only I knew how wrong I was....

 

To Be Continued...

 

 

I hope you guys liked that. I'm not too good at story writing so it's probably not too great of story

Edited April 18, 2006 by D2TK

[GOA Arbusto]

Nothing to see here.....

I forgot to PM the story to the leader before posting it

This has happend frequently, so I added it in big read letters in the constitution. Hopefually this will help avoid some confusion.

 

Arbusto, out.

[Stezza]

Chapter 3

 

I stepped out into the cold morning air. Santa Flora trully was alive. I decided I needed to go home. I crept up to a parked Admiral and luckily, the keys were still in. I strated the ignition, and I was on my way.

 

As I drove through the countrside listening to K-DST, I realised that the car was running low on fuel. Luckily, a petrol station was coming up ahead. I swerved across the median grass strip, infront of beeping cars, into the car park. A red Freeway and a blue Walton were parked next to each other.

 

After I packed the car full of fuel, I was on my way again. As I drove into view of Los Santos, I saw black smoke rising into the air like a boiling kettle. I ignored it and I continued driving.

 

10 minutes later...

 

"Oh s---." I couldn't believe it. As I turned into my street I realised my house was on fire. That is where the black smoke was coming from. And what was worse, 6 ROSA cops were standing there, all carrying AK-47's. I looked to my right and I saw a sniper on top of the building. He was aiming at me.

 

I revved the car up and sped off into the car park. As I did, I heard the CHITTA CHATA of bullets hitting my car. I sped off into an alleyway adjoining the car park and bailed. There was no way I could outrun these cops. I had to defeat them myself.

 

A dumpster was infront of me. I might use it for cover. I quickly ducked behind it and got my MP5 from under my jacket. I saw the first cop walking in. He knew I was in here, but he walked slowly, looking around. I aimed stealthily and slowly and fired a bullet into his head. 1 down, 6 to go.

"Jose!" i heard one of the cops shouting as he entered the alleyway. He was raging. "AAAHHHH," he screamed as he chucked a grenade in my direction. It landed in the dumpster. BOOM. The dumpster blew to pieces as I dived behind my car. The guard saw me dive and started firing away at the car. Luckily, he ran out of ammo and I got my chance to shoot him in the chest. Behind him was another guard who was firing away. I strafed to the right as I shot him down. 3 down, 4 to go.

 

All this time, the sniper across the road was firing at me. I saw he ran out of bullets, which was my chance to run out of the alleyway into the car park. I did and I found to my surprise that the cops were not there. I couldn't believe it. Were they that scared?

"Boo!" I heard from the alleyway. I turned around and saw the 3 ROSA cops pointing their guns at me. "Put your gun to the ground now!" I slowly put my gun down to the ground. But...I couldn't help it.

"Mxy!" I yelled. The cops all turned around looking both surprised and shocked. As they did, I started firing my MP5 like Jack Howitser. They all fell to the ground like Voodoo dolls. "Stupid marks," I said in joy. But then it came. WHOOSH, BANG, PLOP. There was still the sniper. I felt a sharp pain in my back as propped to the ground, stomach first. I rolled over to look up at the sky. I saw in the distance the sniper away. There's that pain again, exect this time it was in my right leg. And there it goes again, this time n my stomach. I was really going to die. He must've been a ninja, as I saw him jump off the roof and sprint towards me. He had a pistol in his hand. He pointed it at my face.

"Say good night, chico" the gurad said. He was fixed on my eyes like he couldn't look anywhere else. While he was in this trance, I quickly got my gun and fired 3 random shots. All 3 of them hit him. As I shot him, he fired his gun. Luckily that only clipped a few of my hairs off. I couldn't believe it. I defeated 7 ROSA cops with sniper's rifle and AK-47's, all for the Rebels.

"Oh s---," I said as I entered that dreamy state again.

 

 

[gta_player5]

Chapter 1:

 

 

As I lay in my car, seat reclined, I start thinking about the current condition of my neighborhood and the surrounding others. Me, I'm nobody just a lowly thug in a local street gang. But the condition of my hood has been worsening. I lie there and feel that I need to do something, so I open my eyes, and sit the seat up. As soon as I do that my homie, named JD comes out of his house and gets into my car and starts talking.

 

"What's good dawg? You be out here bugging for real. I seen you laying here for like 15 minutes. You alright?"

 

"Yea man, I'm fine. Just I feel like I gotta do something about this place. Look at this place; it's a goddamn mess yo. Arbusto's f*cking everything up."

 

"I know what you mean man. Here start driving I gots something you might like."

 

I shift my car into drive and pull away from his house on Glen Park. I start driving and I make it to a red light.

 

"Ok dawg here's the details. You, what are you? You're a gang member; you do what I say you do, aight? Well here's the deal, there's this guy in East Los Santos. His name, yo I don't his name. But he's apart of this gang that's moving some sh*t I've been hearing about. This guy is moving bricks homie. That's why all our boys are coked up."

 

The light changes to green and I start driving again.

 

"Aight so what's this big drug dealer got to do with me?"

 

"You're gonna take him out. Here take this"

 

JD hands me a tech-9.

 

You're gonna go to East Los Santos where this guy lives and take him out. I don't know where he lives so when you get to that area just ask where you can score some snow. Aight?"

 

"Ok man, that's what I'll do. Go to East Los Santos and take him out. So if I take him out the flow of all these drugs stop?"

 

"They should."

 

"Aight"

 

I pull up in front of his house on Glen Park and he gets out. I then start to drive to the drug dealer's neighborhood. I pull away from my homie's house and come to a train crossing where I stop, wait, and start to think.

 

"Damn, JD better be right about this, if this dude ain't what's wrong with this place then I don't know what I'm a do. Well I just know I got to smoke this dude."

 

The train passes and I continue to my destination. Along the way I observe all that is wrong with this part of San Andreas. This place really is messed up children running around while fiends get high, other people just struggling to get by, and everyone else is some how associated with a gang.

 

I get to East Los Santos; I cock my tech-9 and get out of my car. I walk up to someone on the street and ask them where I can score some drugs.

 

"Hey man, you know where I can get some coke?"

 

"I ain't into that stuff man, I"m no drug dealer. Go to rehab you fool."

 

I pull out my gun and press the barrel firmly against his neck, just enough so that it doesn't hurt.

 

"Just tell me where I can get some dope and maybe, just maybe, I won't shoot your ass."

 

"Ok, ok, th-theres a place down the block, some big drug dealers house, try there." He says quivering and noticeably shaken up.

 

"Thanks, now get moving before I get angry"

 

He runs off, and I start heading down the block to the drug dealer's house. I turn the corner and immediately smell the smoke from the marijuana. I stop about 100 feet from the house, and check out what's going on. I see 2 men standing at the base of the porch, another 2 sitting on a bench on the porch, and 1 man standing in front of the door.

 

"Damn, this looks like it's going to be some tough sh*t."

 

I walk down the block with my hand in my pocket getting ready to pull out my wallet just in case something goes wrong and they think something's up. I walk up wallet in hand and start talking to them.

 

"Hey dudes, you know where I can score some yayo?"

 

"Yea, in here. Why you want to know?" Asks the man in front of the door.

 

"I've been craving some of that blow I hear everyone's on about. You got any?"

 

"Do we have any?" He says laughing, "Man we supplying the whole hood with those drugs, we'll let you in. Pat him down first." He walks inside and one of the high fiends come up to pat me down.

 

"Ok man, you packing any heat?" as he starts to pat my leg, then he gets close to my gun and I immediately pull out gun and blast on all the men outside the house. As bullets are flying the doorman comes out, and witnesses the dead men.

 

"What the hells this?" As he comes charging for me.

 

I dodge out of his way and let off 4 rounds into his legs immobilizing him in the middle of the street. I then walk into the house, where people lay passed out. I make my way upstairs to a room where no smoke is coming from.

 

I kick in the door and see a man sitting in a chair turned to me. So I run up on the chair and pull my gun on him. He starts speaking before I reach him though.

 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who do you think you are?" His voice was very refined. "What are you doing here? More importantly put your gun away, there's no need for them here. I've got no guns, on me."

 

"I heard you were supplying the whole neighborhood with these drugs that have everyone bugging out."

 

"I am certainly not. You see, this is a cover up I stay here so I can lay low, yet have a lot of respect because of my 'street cred' if you will. I have a proposition for you this invol....."

 

"So your telling me you sit here and 'lay low' while this hood is getting torn apart by drugs that are distributed from this house?!"

 

"Yes I am. My proposition involves you joining me. My name is Mainland Maruader and I run an group called the Separatists. We are a movement against the government and Arbusto. We are trying to topple the government. So what do you say? In or out?"

 

To be continued.......

[Snares]

Good stories guys

 

Ho ho! Some Separatists in Snares country! That ain't gonna last.

 

[Watch this space]

Edited April 18, 2006 by Snares

[Bryce.]

Great stories guys, I'm glad to see you're keeping this active. Great work. 1 point for each of you.

 

MI7 are you on MSN?