Los Santos Stories

[dre1218us]

Chapter 1: The planted seed

 

Salvotore Leone is soaking in the Los Santos sun on the patio of his Vinewood vacation home. He's "on business", here from Liberty City trying to break ground in the booming showbiz industry of Los Santos. He has a few contacts out here, including his cousin Fabrizio, but mostly, he's looking to invest his money into some legitimate ventures. His goal is a feature film based on the ghettoes of Los Santos, called "HoodBoyz." He's set to meet with rapper Madd Dogg about possibly starring in it. Having a rapper star in a movie wasn't the norm at the time, but Leone never did anything by the book.

 

He made his way to the top his way, from a petty mugger on the streets of Portland in the 60s, to a certified don. He had come too far to let his empire fall on some tax charges. That's why he had to invest his money in something smart. Something legitimate. This is what he would do with San Andreas. Or so he thought.

 

His phone rang. It must've been Madd Dogg's agent, asking for directions to the house again.

 

"I said once you see the Sachs, make--"

 

"I'm not interested in Sachs", bellowed an unfamiliar voice.

 

"Who...is this?," asked a confused Leone.

 

"You are Salvatore Leone, leader of a pretty big family in Liberty. Correct?," the voice said.

 

"Who the hell is this? You don't know me!," Leone retorted.

 

"I know all about you, and know why you would be perfect for me.", the confident voice retorted.

 

"f*cking Finoque, If I find you I'll have your head rolling down Verona Beach!," an angry Leone replied before hanging up the phone. His cousin, Fabrizio, half naked, ran out, gun in hand.

 

"What's up Sal? You OK? (pause) That shine turn downed the role. I'll have him take it if you need me."

 

"No, some f*cking guy was on the phone saying I was perfect for him. I don't know how you could live here, too many wierdos. I wanna know how he got my number."

 

"That's wierd." Fabrizio returned into the house, to finish "interviewing" a young actress for the Leone's upcoming flick. Leone's cell rang again.

 

"Hello?," Leone said.

 

"Yeah, it's me. Dogg's manager. Look. We should meet at a neutral place. Away from attention. You know, we don't need any negative attention," the agent said.

 

"Fair enough," Leone replied, after thinking a short while. "So where at?"

 

"Northstar Rock. Your cousin's coming right? He knows where it is."

 

"Ok. I don't know the city too well. It's in L.S. right?", asked Leone.

 

"......Sort of. Just tell your cousin Northstar Rock, he'll take you."

 

"Alright. See you there."

 

Sal yelled for his cousin. Fabrizio came out on the patio, this time elegantly dressed in the finest sachs. Sal told him of the conversation he had about the neutral site with Madd Dogg's manager.

 

"Ok. I wouldn't want that type of guy in the house anyway. Might steal something.," replied Fabrizio. Fabrizio asked where the place was. Sal told him.

 

"WHAT THE f*ck? Northstar Rock?"

 

"What's wrong with that?," asked Sal.

 

"That's out in the middle of nowhere!"

 

"Really. Something tells me Madd Dogg is ready for the worst possible outcome. Let's take some soldiers with us. Call 'em up."

 

The family soldiers come to the house, and escort the two Leones by caravan. The Limo carrying Fab and Sal is between two Patriots as they make their way through Los Santos, and offroad to the rock. The Leone's finally reach their destination, apparently. They see Madd Dogg, his agent, and another unidentified white male standing near a tree."

 

"If this is a f*ckin' ambush, I'll kill him! I'll murder that f*ckin street thug right here!," Fabrizio exclaimed.

 

"Listen to yourself. It's 3 guys over there. That other guy's probably their lawyer.," replied the ever-calm Leone.

 

The Leones exit the Limo, but not before Fab sticks a gat in the back of his pants, under his italian dress shirt. The two parties meet in the bit of tree-free land Northstar Rock has to offer.

 

"Ok. Let's cut the act, Leone.," replied the unidentified male.

 

"You're that fa**ot from the phone!,"Leone screams. Fabrizio grabs his gun as soon as he hears this.

 

"WAIT," Madd Dogg's manager screams. "This is just a friend of ours. His name is Mike. Mike Toreno. And he needs you to introduce a product to the Los Santos streets."

[dre1218us]

Chapter 2: Down to business.

 

"What about our movie?," Sal replies.

 

"Chill, Sal. With the money we're about to make we can buy the movie business.," replies Toreno. "Listen, we need some help."

 

"We who, what 'you talkin?," asked Fab.

 

"Let's cut to the chase. I'm an agent."

 

"What?!", reply Sal and Fab at the same time. They turn to run to their Limos, but they are gone. The whole caravan.

 

"What the f*ck?! Are you some kind of rat Madd Dogg?," Leone fears.

 

"Listen, calm down Leone. We don't want any trouble. We don't have cooties. We can talk to each other without being hostile. And you really don't have a choice, because a lot of people are watching you right now. Look up and wave!," Toreno says.

 

The Leones look to the top of the rock to see agents with M4s watching over.

 

"Now let's get down to business. Doggie Dogg here tells me you want to make some money."

 

".......Keep talking," Leone agitatedly replies.

 

"And we at the FBI, we respect that. Nothing like the capitalistic urge in our citizens...keep this the land of the free and yadayadaya. Poochie tells me that you're trying to stay legitimate to keep us off your back. Let me let you in on something. We don't really care what you guys do, in fact we kinda like the Mob. It's well organized, they're always patriotic, don't have to worry about any terrorist camps up in Whetstone, any assassination attempts on the president, you're dirty, but in a dirty baby-cute sort of way. Don't worry about legitimacy, you're not on our radar until you get on our bad side. Here's the deal," Toreno says, in the way that always introduces a story, "you guys are cute dirty....the guys in East L.S....dirty dirty. You guys get rich, want to relax and live in the hills. They want to drain half of Flint County for gold. They're shooting all the time, the neighborhoods we pay to renovate are destroyed, the citizens are all over our backs, and they don't care. We can't have that. Their are a lot of small time crews over there, but the big boys are the grove street gang. They control most of the turf out there. We need them shut down."

 

"What am I supposed to do here? I'm just on vacation.," replied Leone.

 

"Get off vacation.,"deadpanned Toreno. "My little buddies here will destroy Los Santos, and we'll be able to do what we want with the area." Toreno pulls a capsule full of pebbles out of his pocket.

 

"That sh*t is starting to spread around Portland, " says Leone.

 

"Yeah, we got the Forellis out there. They're smallitme. We need you out here though. You're big-time, and this is a big-time city. There aren't any clowns out here getting rich off fish. These are big-time criminals.," replied Toreno. "Look, we need you. It's either that or you and Tom-Tom go down for all that mess in Vice City. Now look, we're going to give you these, and we expect them on the streets soon. We expect the ghettoes of L.S. destroyed soon, so we can retain order. I got some friends out there in San Fierro that can help you if you want, but they're kind of loco, if you know what I mean. I wouldn't deal with them. You should handle this on your own. Find a way to get this out there, Sal."

 

"Well......I guess I'm in.," replies Salvatore.

 

"Good boy," replies Toreno. Toreno snaps, and three helicopters emerge from the direction of Las Venturas. They drop down into the area behind the small party. Agents exit the helicopter, carrying dozens of huge crates from the helicopter. "Here's the recipe." Toreno hands Sal a stenopad.

 

"What am I supposed to do with all this?," Sal yells. Toreno "What? Do with what? Who are you, I gotta go..." Toreno gets in one of the helicopters, and they leave the area.

 

April 1987. Grove Street, Los Santos, San Andreas. 6:32

 

Sam Johnson is being driven past the basketball court in Idlewood by this son Sean, "Sweet" Johnson. He sees a Grove Street member, identified by his green T-shirt, pull out a gun during an argument on the court.

 

"Hey, just play ball!," Sam yells as Sweet stops his car mid street.

 

"f*ck you, I'm GSF!," screams the teenage player.

 

"f*ck who?," Sweet screams before bolting out of the car.

 

"Sweet, I ain't know it was you, that's a new ride!" the gang member yells he drops his gun. "It's nice!," the teenager tries to brownnose.

 

Apparently it was to no avail. Sweet charges the teen and pummels him with swift shots to the head. The teen hits the floor. Sweet continues to stomp him,

and other players on the court join in.

 

"Take off them colors, fool!," Sweet yells before stripping his shirt.

 

"Sweet, git your ass back in here!," yells Sam.

 

Sweet returns to his car. He recieves chastising from his father as they continue driving.

 

"Now I'm out here trying to teach you how to drive and you over there beatin' that boy to death! You need to calm your temper son! Learn to relax, think!"

 

"Like Carl right," Sweet sarcastically replies.

 

"You could stand to learn a few things from him. Brian sure as hell is failing as a brother. The only thing he taught you is how to fight and fire a gun. "

 

"Huh?," Sweet says, forcing himself to sound surprised.

 

"Yeah, I saw you and your crew on my lawn taking turns with that gun last night."

 

"We were about to play ball, and Brian took the gun from his pants before we started playing. I just asked to look at it. It's gonna come a day when I'mma need it, Pop. You know how it is. You was my age."

 

"No, I don't, and we wasn't fools like y'all when we were your age. Grove Street Families started as neighborhood protection after the MLK riots in '68. Somehow, between then and today, it became a 'gang'. We weren't a gang, I mean sure, we do some....questionable things, but that's just to feed you boys. And speaking of that, you gon' have to tell Smoke he can't come over to the house eatin' up everything all the time. Your mother drives me crazy with that."

 

Sweet laughs before replying "I know Pops. I told him that the other day. Him and Ryder got that job at Well Stacked, and Smoke got them two fired for eatin' the pizza they was supposed to deliver."

 

Sweet continues driving towards Grove Street when he asks, "Why did you have to move out? When are you and Mom getting back together?"

 

Sam sighs, before explaining, "your mother decided to get all brand new on me. She says she's tired of the way I live my life, of what GSF has become. She ain't tired of that nice house though! Not tired of all the cars she drives! Not tired of not working! That woman's using me," Sam concludes, "and I think that was her M.O. the whole time we been married. (pause) But that's not important now. I'm not gonna talk bad about your mother. I'm right next door, me and Brian. If you need us, we right there."

 

"I wanna live with you! You got three rooms!," Sweet pleads.

 

"You need to be the man of that house. Me and you both know Carl is more brains then anything. If some Seville fool tries to bust in when I'm out of the neighborhood, who's going to protect your mother and my little girl?"

 

"I guess you right. But I'm gonna live in that house one day.," Sweet says.

 

Sam laughs. "Is that right?"

 

"Oh yeah," Sweet reassures himself.

[BlOoDStReAm101]

Not bad man! Write more! Comment my story. Thanks.

[Moth]

pretty good man

[dre1218us]

Chapter 3: Birth of a Balla

 

The grove street crew is playing street football. They are down to their final two picks.

 

"I got Smoke," says Lil Devil, a GSF son.

 

"Damn, I guess I got CJ then," replies Sweet.

 

"How you gon' pick Smoke's slow ass before me?," CJ says.

 

"Don't hate, just get on your side skinny man!," Smoke says in the midst of a loud, bassy laugh.

 

Just before they are set to start, a young GSF member names B Dup runs in the middle.

 

"That kid you beat up was talking crazy last night Sweet! How we was gonna kill you and your pops! We beat his ass some more after he started running his mouth, but you should watch out. He sounded serious. I know where he lives."

 

"Oh really?," Sweet says.

 

Sweet runs back into his house. The crew gets excited, speculating on what's about to happen. Sweet comes back out, and everyone knows what he's equipped himself with.

 

"C'mon. GSF's about to ride out on this nigga."

 

The crew gets excited, screaming and yelling 'GSF', among other things. Just then, Sweet and CJ's mother screams from the door for CJ.

 

"Aww Damn," CJ mutters, as the crew rowdily runs up Grove Street without him. "Coming.,"he yells to his mother.

 

B Dup and Sweet lead the crew the past Ten Green Bottles, past the Gym, and into Idlewood.

 

"There his house go. His Mama not home, her car's not there."

 

"Aight, well we bustin' in that bitch then.," Sweet replies.

 

"No, listen man. We need to sneak in. He probably knows we lookin' for him. Trust me. I'm a ghetto expert at this burglree' sh*t.," Ryder advises.

 

"Aight. Just me and you then."

 

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Jefferson Arms Hotel, San Andreas, 10pm

 

Salvatore and his lawyer Ken Rosenberg are in a room, waiting for their contact.

 

"I swear Ken," Sal warns, "this guy better check out. I got funny feelings about this."

 

"Relax Mr. Leone. He's Ok.," Rosie reassures. "I know him from dealing with his father. You should see how many of these idiot gangsters come to me for representation. I string them along, get some money out of them, then boom! I suddenly have a 'heart attack', and can't do the trial! Like I'm gonna help them! I'm a grade A Mob lawyer!" Rosie yells.

 

"Tell everyone why don't you! The windows open!" Leone yells

 

"Sorry. Anyway, he's best equipped for the job."

,

"What's his name again?"

 

"Pokey. Russel 'Pokey' Allen."

 

"What kind of name is that?"

 

"Beats me.," Rosie replies. They hear a knock on the door.

 

"It's Pokey!" Rosie opens the door, and it is indeed Pokey Allen, dressed in a flashy purple sweatsuit, purple derby, and purple rimmed shades barely covering a fresh shiner.

 

"Hey Pokey," Rosenberg greets Pokey with a hug.

 

"Aight man, damn! Don't mess up the materials," Pokey pleads.

 

"You must be Mr. Leone. Don of Dons."

 

"Yeah, I'm Mr. Leone," Sal less-than-happily replies.

 

"Yeah man, I'm originally from Liberty City. Staunton Island. You're a legend over there. I saw you at the Liberty parade, and you waved at me? Remember?"

 

"No.," Sal sternly replies. "Have a seat, we need to talk business."

 

"Business is my middle name sir. Well, other than Pokey." He laughs hard at his own joke, but slowly stops as neither as Rosie nervously grins, and Leone scowls.

 

"You know the L.S. streets, correct?,"Leone asks.

 

"Yeah, I'm currently in the GSF, but they're too old-fashioned. They don't want to do anything new. They think their tired ass burglary ring is gonna keep them rich. I'm not for that. No sir.," Pokey explains. "Plus I'm not so sure about their future. The OGs are getting old, and all the sons are hotheads, except for CJ and Smoke. I wouldn't want to work for them. Sweet sucker punched me for beating him in basketball yesterday!"

 

"I see. Well. As you know, we have a product we want to 'introduce' to East L.S. It's name i--"

 

"Crack, yeah I know. Cut to the chase man. You want me to run this or what?"

 

"Mr. Leone doesn't take kindly to being interrupted.," Rosie interjects.

 

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry. But you know me Rosie. When it's time to talk Bid'ness, I get a little hyper."

 

"Well you'll need to settle down or be settled down," Leone replies while towering over Pokey, sitting.

 

"Alright alright, I'm sorry! Don't hurt me man, I just wanna run this business!," Pokey pleads.

 

"Put that cigar out and listen. We got Crack, we need a pusher, Rosie says you're good for it. I need you to come up with some kind of operation to get it on the streets and bring the GSF down."

 

"It's already in my head Mr. Leone. They're called 'The Ballas'."

 

"Keep going," Leone replies

[Moth]

pretty good man

[Parky.]

It doesn't follow the GTA story. Ken wasn't Sal's lawyer, he was just a scapegoat in the casino. CJ never knew his dad, so how he can live on the same street and not know him is beyond me. Also, Bryan died in 1987, Cj was in Liberty for 5 years, so he would be there now. Sweet is older than Brian, so why would he learn anything of him? Toreno wasn't in the FBI either, I think it was the CIA or just an independent organization.

[dre1218us]

It doesn't follow the GTA story. Ken wasn't Sal's lawyer, he was just a scapegoat in the casino. CJ never knew his dad, so how he can live on the same street and not know him is beyond me. Also, Bryan died in 1987, Cj was in Liberty for 5 years, so he would be there now. Sweet is older than Brian, so why would he learn anything of him? Toreno wasn't in the FBI either, I think it was the CIA or just an independent organization.

Considering Brian and CJ's dad aren't really major factors in the videogame, what laws am I breaking stretching a little bit of stuff for the sake of creativity?

 

Anyway, I'm not done with 1987 yet, and whatever with Ken, Sal, and Toreno. It's a fanfic. It would've been decent of you to actually have some constructive criticism.

[Parky.]

So what was all that?

 

 

 

I thought, like more or less all fanfics, you were following the GTA story.

[dre1218us]

So what was all that?

 

 

 

I thought, like more or less all fanfics, you were following the GTA story.

I am, but I mean it's not like the father and Brian are a big deal.

 

And I just assumed Toreno was FBI, I should have known CIA, considering he was dealing with international stuff or whatever. That was just a brain fart.

 

And in my preview thread, I said I wasn't too familiar with Vice City stuff, so the Rosie thing is another slip up.

[Parky.]

Ok, No worries, Here's the GTA timeline if you CBA reading it

[dre1218us]

Chaper 4: The gun in the knife fight.

 

Johnson House, April 29th 8:34 PM.

 

Sam is talking his son, Sweet, who is at his temporary home.

 

"What the hell do you mean you don't know how you got caught?," Sam angrily asks.

 

"I told you, me and Ryder snuck in, we thought noone was home. We went into the fool's room, and there was someone in his bed.," Sweet explains

 

"Like who?," Sam asks.

 

"Tenpenny! He knew about us somehow! I came in there, said somethin', I forget, but then he jumped out the bed and caught me."

 

"Why didn't Ryder get caught?"

 

"I yelled to let him know Tenpenny was in there."

 

"Why?"

 

"It's all about loyalty Pops. Loyalty to your crew."

 

The conversation stalls. "You're too naive for you own good," Sam concludes. "I'll come to get you when you get out. You said 2 weeks?"

 

"Yeah, that's what they said."

 

"Well, this should get you on the straight and narrow.," Sam says. He and Sweet end the conversation. He heads downstairs to the Johnson living room.

 

"I'm so proud of you Carl. You gonna be the good son. You're the first person in the family to even think about college.," Sam says.

 

"Aww, Dad. It wasn't much. Mr. Engle made me apply for this stupid college. It was for a grade. He said something about getting out of San Andreas, but I'm not trying to go all the way to Liberty! Liberty City's no better than here! They got the mob out there!," Carl exclaims.

 

"And how do you know this?" Ms. Johnson asks.

 

'"I know things! I'm not leaving LS. I gotta stay here and hold down the set.," Carl says.

 

Sam chuckles. He chose his words carefully. "I think we'll be just fine without you Carl."

 

"Man, f*ck THIS!," Carl storms out of the house.

 

Pokey Allen's residence, Verona Beach. Same night, 3:31 AM

 

Pokey invites officer Tenpenny into his new house. Allen needed to get out of the hood if he wanted to stay alive. He was a wanted man by the GSF. But he wouldn't be scared for long. He had Tenpenny on his side, and he was set to make his mark on the LS streets with the Ballas.

 

"Damn, this is a nice house.," Tenpenny proclaims.

 

"Yeah, I used that advance Leone gave me. But we need to get down to business.," Allen says. "Now we need to get this crack on the streets. Leone's down my back 'cause Toreno's down his. We need to find a big gun to run this through in the hood."

 

"I know a few people. What type of person you looking for?"

 

"A smart guy. Someone tough though. Someone who isn't gonna take no sh*t from GSF."

 

'I know who we can talk to. He's in GSF territory though. To get to him, we're gonna need some ammo. And a knife."

 

"Never bring a knife to a gunfight."

 

"It's not for a fight."

 

Tenpenny and Pokey make their way into Ganton. They stop at the bridge near the Ganton Gardens.

 

"Now there's a few Grove Streeters around here, and they can't find out we're here, or we're both through. We gotta sneak our way through the complex to the guys house. His house is in the last building."

 

Tenpenny snuck in first, heading to his right. Pokey follows, only running to the left side of the complex. Tenpenny makes his way past the first house, stealthily kniving a GSFer on the phone, then running past the opening between buildings. He regrouped on the side of the next building.

 

Pokey was more reckless, in the opening between buildings, blasting his silencers, lucky that no GSFer had screamed or shot back. Maybe they felt they didn't need guns in their own complex.

 

As Tenpenny was set to make his run to the side of the third building, a GSFer on the phone turned the corner, meeting him head on. The two stalled in shock, but Tenpenny broke the silence, lunging at the visibly petrified "GSFer", covering his mouth as they both dropped to the floor, and quickly slitting his neck, seemingly in one motion.

 

Pokey was shooting up a storm, heading to the final building at full speed. In between the 3rd and 4th houses, however, he lost control of himself, yelling "Pokey bitches!"

 

Tenpenny cringed, and quickly dropped his stealth act to run towards the area. He didn't have to worry about any GSFers on his trip, because they were running right with him, drunk from a night of partying, and unaware of just who was within the running pack . "The idiots," he thought. "they're running right next to their worst enemy, and they haven't even noticed. This is gonna be easy."

 

Tenpenny heard the gunshots in the area, and thought the worst. By the time he got there though, Pokey was still alive, impressively downing the GSFer with deadly accurate headshots with his Silencers. He looked like a war hero, using the gates for cover, shooting one, rolling on the ground and getting the next one. Tenpenny almost got caught up in watching, before he realized why he was there. He ran into the fray, scooped up two uzis from dead GSFers, and began to methodically kill the GSFers Pokey didn't. By the time the two had killed the dozen or so GSFers in the complex, they could hear more on their way, curious about the gunfire. They ran into the building, and Tenpenny, thinking quickly, led the two up on the roof. They could hear the GSFers from the roof.

 

"Another civil war. These niggas need to stop all that drinking, cause all they do is argue and start killin' each other. Damn, let's go tell Brian."

 

After a good twenty minutes on the roof, and daylight approaching, the two jump off the roof, onto the marshy grass on the side of the building. That part was more forgiving then the concrete that awaited them in between the buildings. They finally got to the 5th building, and into the house of their new best friend.

 

"Did you hear all that racket Kane?," Tenpenny asked. "It was because of our friend here, who wanted everyone to know who we were."

 

"I'm sorry man, I just got caught up in the excitement.," Pokey pleaded.

 

"Where'd you learn to shoot lik--"

 

"Silence. We're here for business right? Let's talk business. I don't usually let cops into my house Tenpenny, so you know how much I want to get this done.," Kane said. "Now Pokey, you're a marked man, and it doesn't make sense for you to be in front of the operation. This, apparently is where I come in."

 

"Yeah, yeah, you got it right." Pokey says. Tenpenny heads into Kane's bathroom to spruce himself up after the battle. Pokey took a look at Kane's house. He had rows upon rows of books, from the Iliad to the 5 percenter manual. Pokey had a lot of 5 percenter material, including a giant logo of the "5" on one of his walls.

 

"I have talked to people. Some from here, but mostly people from Liberty that are coming over to get this started. I think out of towners are the best way to go, because they have no previous allegiances or reputations, no beefs to slow our operations. The ball is in your court, Pokey. You get the stuff in my hands, and we can have a few corners within a week.," Kane informs.

 

"I like the sound of that. We can do that. But I'm kind of worried. What about Grove Street. Those fools are old, but they won't just stand around and let this happen.," Pokey says.

 

"They can be taken care of. Are you averse to handling them yourself?"

 

"Umm....no...if that mean's I'm scared of them, I'm not."

 

"Very well. I say we start at the top. Sam Johnson needs to go."

 

"How am I supposed to get to him by myself?"

 

"I have some friends who can assist you. But he needs to go. If we can get them into a chaotic state, we can claim our rightful riches quicker. This is the way it must be. Now call me later on today so this can be set up."

 

"Will do. C'mon Frank!"

 

[mark-2007]

Oh that's great! I'm loving it so far.

 

Although I do have one query, the chapter titled 'Birth of a Balla' seems to me as if you mean he's just invented the Ballas? They were formed in 1979 according to the storyline I think. I'm not sure if that is what you mean though.

[dre1218us]

This is a short chapter, but it's setting up a doozie.

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Paul Revere

 

Jefferson, Los Santos, San Andreas, May 2nd 1:41 AM

 

A group of grove streeters are sharing a blunt on the corner of 124st in Jefferson. A purple four door turns the corner.

 

"Ay, that car been through here like 3, 4, times.", a GSFer notes. "Get your straps, we 'bout to ride out on this fool. Let him come through here one more time I'mma go get my keys."

 

The other 2 Grove Streeters make their way to their lowrider, parked outside of the house. The garage area was dimly lit, and their was a tall wall in front of the car. A GSFer dropped his glock, and it slipped under the car, a result of the rainy weather.

 

"sh*t, where it go?"

 

"It's right here."

 

"Where?," a GSFer replies. "Wait, who the f*ck is--"

 

A fleet of masked gunman surround the GSFers and empty fire. After all the GSFers were dead, one of the gunmen spray painted on the car "Ballas are Back". The GSFer who was getting his keys watched it all from inside his house. After the gumen leave, he heads to Grove Street.

 

Sweet and Brian are outside Brian's house playing basketball when he pulls up.

 

"Yo, some f*cking Ballas shot us up!"

 

"Ballas?" the two reply in unison.

 

"Ballas ain't been sh*t for 3 years. Git your drunk ass out here."

 

"I'm serious. Some niggas just came up and shot up the muthaf*ckin corner! And they spray painted 'Ballas are back' on my motherf*ckin car! And I just got that sh*t too man, somebody gotta get them niggas back, my motherf*ckin' car man, I ain't playin ma--"

 

Sweet levels the GSFer.

 

"Shut that sh*t up. Now what you say again? They came and shot up the spot, then spraypainted Ballas on your lo-lo?"

 

"Yeah man, that cherry red one I just bought man, I just went by my spanish homie's house to get that sh*t man, I sw--"

 

"Shut the f*ck up about the car 'fo your ass be red," Brian warns. "Good lookin' on the Balla thing though."

 

The GSFer sits on the ground, massaging his jaw for a good 30 seconds as Sweet and Brian go back to playing basketball.

 

"Get the f*ck outta here!" Sweet screams.

 

Pokey Allen's residence, next morning, 10:41AM

 

Pokey wakes up, hungover and unsure of his surroundings, to a phone ringing. He gets one of the girls on his bed to answer it.

 

"It's Mr. Leone."

 

"Oh sh*t, gimme that bitch! Hey, Mr. Leone, how's it going?"

 

"I'm....ok. You?"

 

"I'm just fine, I don't remember last night, so chances are it was a good one."

 

"That's not my concern. How's the operation coming along?"

 

"You mean the...stuff? Oh, man it's moving right along Mr. Leone."

 

"That's good. I heard about last night."

 

"Yeah...I ordered that myself."

 

"So you're telling me you did that yourself?"

 

"Yes."

 

"So you did something without my consent." There's a long pause. "I'm gonna keep this frank. Don't you ever make any move like that without my knowledge again, or there will be major trouble."

 

"I understand sir. You have a nice day." Pokey hangs the phone up. "f*ck that silly string eatin' motherf*cker, he don't talk to me like that. I'm Pokey. I am Pokey."

Edited July 23, 2006 by dre1218us