Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas Stories

[Stefan.]

Hello everyone!

 

This is my second fanfic, this one I wish to complete fully.

 

I know it can be better, but I am willing to accept any constructive critisism.

 

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Chapter 1

 

Monday 1st October 1991

Rusty Brown’s Donut Shop

Market, Los Santos

12:56 p.m.

 

It was a cool Autumn day in Los Santos as a blue Merit sat in the parking lot of Rusty Brown’ Donut Shop. Detectives Oliver Johnstone and Ralph Pendlebury are sitting inside the blue Merit, while enjoying donuts.

 

Pendlebury was a lean man, although scrawny. He was about 168 cm tall and weighed about 62 kg. He has brown hair, which is brushed all the way back across his head. He wears a black blazer with matching trousers and wears a white linen shirt with no tie. He has a colourful past; 3 years ago he was part of an estimated 1,000 troops who were peacekeeping in Red Square.

 

Johnstone is almost a match of Pendlebury. Although African American, he shares a same personality as Pendlebury. He is about 183 cm tall, weighs 84 kg and wears a brown jacket with matching trousers, and wears a white linen shirt with black tie. And, like Ralph, the kept peace together in Red Square. He is also a former member of CRASH. (He was with the unit for 8 months before he was promoted to Detective. He was the first ever member of CRASH who didn’t have a criminal background.)

 

Johnstone: “Hey, did you watch Bill and Grace last night?”

 

Pendlebury: “Yeah, I heard that Jackie got dumped by his boyfriend for being ‘too busy’.”

 

Johnstone: (laughing) “Yeah, it seems ‘Just Jackie’ is a hit success!”

 

Pendlebury: “Aha. Hey, hey look over there.”

 

Pendlebury saw across the street a parked Sabre which a man was trying to get into.

 

Johnstone: “Yeah, what a punk. Let’s get him.”

 

As Johnstone said this, they both exited the car. As Johnstone exited, he pulled out a small, but shiny Beretta M9 from his inside pocket. The Detectives walked across the street.

 

Carjacker: “Crap. This car will never open for me!”

 

The carjacker turned around to see the Detectives looking at him with a piercing stare.

 

Carjacker: “Oh…hello Officers.”

 

The carjacker gave a sarcastic smile as he walked away from the Detectives.

 

Johnstone: “Not so fast boy.”

 

Carjacker: “Boy?”

 

He turned around.

 

Carjacker: “Who you calling boy, huh?”

 

As he said this, he pulled from his left pocket a shiny, white Desert Eagle .50.

 

Carjacker: “DON’T MAKE ME SHOOT!!”

 

As he foolishly said this, Johnstone lifted his pistol and shot the man’s left leg, just below the knee. As he fell to the ground in anguish, Pendlebury climbed behind him, drew his hands away from his leg, and handcuffed them in a textbook way. Pendlebury (who was now getting up from his crouching position) decided to give the man a bit of a kick in the side.

 

Johnstone: “I hope you have a good lawyer.”

 

Pendlebury pulled the man up, and the three started walking towards the car.

 

Carjacker: “You know, I work for the embassy you pr*cks!”

 

Pendlebury: “Which country?”

 

Carjacker: “Polish!”

 

Johnstone: “So you live in Poland?”

 

Carjacker: “No, you dumb ars*s! I work for the Polish consulate in Los Santos!”

 

Pendlebury: “Yet you said Embassy.”

 

Carjacker: (sighing) “Whatever!”

 

The three reached the car. Pendlebury pushed the man inside the back seat. Johnstone got into the drivers seat. He put the key into ignition, and they were off.

 

Monday 1st October 1991

Los Santos Police Department HQ

Pershing Square, Los Santos

1:08 p.m.

 

The blue Merit pulled up in front of the gates to the underground compound.

 

Police officer: “Name?”

 

Johnstone: “Oliver Johnstone.”

 

The police officer looked on his computer for ‘Oliver Johnstone’.

 

Johnstone: “Come on, John. You know it’s me.”

 

John: (laughing) “I know Olli, but you know what the man upstairs would say.”

 

Johnstone: (laughing, along with Pendlebury) “OH yeah, fo’ sure. See ya!”

 

John: “Bye!”

 

The Merit continued along slowly into the car park. The detective’s lot was right at the back of the compound. Johnstone found his spot, on which in white paint said ‘O. Johnstone’. On the right of his parking spot was labelled ‘R. Pendlebury’, on which a white Elegy was parked.

 

Johnstone: “Alright boy, time to come upstairs!”

 

Carjacker: “Screw you!”

 

Johnstone: “Yeah, you wanna screw me don’t cha?”

 

The men went into a narrow, stair case, which lead up two ways. One went up, and the other went straight, where it led down to the weapons basement. They were currently on the ‘U1’ floor; meanwhile their target was ‘G1’, which was the floor directly above. On ‘G1’, the main offices of the LSPD, SWAT, and local FBI were located, along with the Detectives department. On the top floor (‘G2’) were the offices of the heads of LSPD, SWAT, the local FBI, Detectives chief, plus General Murtha Fokker, the ‘boss’ of the LSPD. (His first name is reportedly an accident; his father was drunk when he was born and gave him a strange name).

 

The men reached up onto ‘G1’ and stepped through a heavy stone door. Behind the door was a hallway where a fire extinguisher was lying on the floor. As they entered the hallway, a friend of the Detectives, Detective Roger Shatonastik, was walking past and put the fire extinguisher into its place on the wall.

 

Johnstone: “Hey Rog, what happened here?”

 

Shatonastik: “It turns out that Harrison, in SWAT, spilt some coffee on himself. He slipped and threw his cup into the cook room, where they were roasting barbecue.”

 

Pendlebury: “That must have been painful.”

 

Shatonastik: (chuckling) “You tell me! I had to clean it up! Hey who’s he?”

 

Johnstone: “Just a no good carjacker, who happened to point a gun at us.”

 

Shatonastik: “Well I hope you have a good lawyer!”

 

Carjacker: “F*ck you!”

 

Shatonastik: “You wish. See ya guys!”

 

Pendlebury & Johnstone: “See ya!”

 

The trio continued off down the hall.

 

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So, there you go. Enjoy. That's Chapter 1. Next Chapter : Thursday 21st December 2006.

[silencio]

Nice story....Thumbs up...but i was slight disappointed cos i was expecting like a lead on the development of a supposedly claimed SAS....but kept me entertained...esp the Murtha Fokker name giving thing....

[-/TNT\-]

but i was slight disappointed cos i was expecting like a lead on the development of a supposedly claimed SAS

It wouldn't be in Writer's Discussion then

 

Nice story Stefan, good thing that you introduce us to your story first, before throwing all the action in.

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Teehee, 2 SAS stories.

 

Anyways, it looks good, Stefan. Pretty good.

 

Only problem is, is that I planned for my SAS story to be expanded to 1991.

(1987-1991). But seeing as your SAS starts from 1991, I don't think I can expand into '91. But whatever, not that big of a deal.

 

Good job

[Sinful]

Teehee, 2 SAS stories.

 

Anyways, it looks good, Stefan. Pretty good.

 

Only problem is, is that I planned for my SAS story to be expanded to 1991.

(1987-1991). But seeing as your SAS starts from 1991, I don't think I can expand into '91. But whatever, not that big of a deal.

 

Good job

Why not?

 

@fanfic- didn't read yet, maybe later today

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Teehee, 2 SAS stories.

 

Anyways, it looks good, Stefan. Pretty good.

 

Only problem is, is that I planned for my SAS story to be expanded to 1991.

(1987-1991). But seeing as your SAS starts from 1991, I don't think I can expand into '91. But whatever, not that big of a deal.

 

Good job

Why not?

 

@fanfic- didn't read yet, maybe later today

His SAS starts in 1991, while I plan to end mine in '91.

Ah, whatever, I'll work it out.

 

@Sinful's Siggy: Best signature ever. Those pics are nice.

[Blackadder.]

Looks good so far, keep it up!

[Canoxa]

Good stuff Stezza! I think you got into the characters quite good!

[Greene]

Well written. I like it

Keep it up

[Stefan.]

Thanks guys, appreciate it.

 

Anyway, I'm really busy at the moment, so I'll have my sotry up hopefully by next Thursday.

 

Merry Christmas.

[Stefan.]

*BUMP*

 

Sorry for the bump guys, but I'm gonna hopefully post my story tomorrow if all goes well.

[Stefan.]

OK then, I apologise for triple posting, but here is Chapter 2.

 

Merry Christmas.

 

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Chapter 2

 

Monday 1st October 1991

Los Santos Police Department HQ

Pershing Square, Los Santos

1:10 p.m.

 

As the Detectives dropped the criminal off in the room, a man in a black LSPD uniform walked up to the Detectives.

 

Officer: “Hey, Pendlebury, Johnstone.”

 

The Detectives turned around, surprised.

 

Officer: “The Chief wants to see you.”

 

Johnstone: “Why?”

 

Officer: “I dunno; something about ‘Operation KGB’.”

 

‘Operation KGB’ was an operation started in 1989 by the LSPD set up to stop the flow of illegal immigrants from Russia, Bulgaria, Romania, Poland, Hungary and Czechoslovakia after the fall of the Berlin Wall.

 

Pendlebury: “What? Oh great, now we have go back to dealing with them coffee loving hypocrites. Thanks kid, now go along and run.”

 

At these words, the young officer turned out of the hallway and down the white-corridor room. The Detectives soon followed him, but in a different direction. They reached the end of the hallway (which mirrored the end of the custody hall) and walked up a small flight of stairs. At the top of these stairs was a luxurious, long hallway. It had red walls, a carpeted floor with a red carpet, plus small lanterns every few metres. There were also paintings of various leaders of the LSPD. At the end of the corridor was a large, wooden door. Engraved in the middle was ‘General Murtha Fokker’. Johnstone was lifting hands to knock, before the door magically opened itself. It opened up to a large, well lit room which had the same interior design as the corridor. At the end of the room was a mahogany desk which had some files on it. Behind the desk was a black leather chair, in which an elderly man was sitting. This man was wearing a formal army costume; in fact the man somehow reminds you of Colonel Klink. But, unfortunately it isn’t. It is General Murtha Fokker himself.

 

He looked up around the room, especially to painting of himself above a lit fireplace. On the opposite end of the room was a wall; under it was a glass coffee table with a sleek black leather couch, with two matching lounge chairs. Behind the desk of General Fokker was a window which looked out onto the eastern end of City Hall. The General was still looking at the younger looking Fokker above the fireplace.

 

Fokker: “You know that picture was taken of me when I joined the force in 1959. Back then I was only 24. Now I’m an older man. I can’t handle these things.”

 

There was an awkward silence in the room before Johnstone opened his mouth.

 

Johnstone: “Why’d you call us up here boss?”

 

Fokker: “To take care of things I can’t handle.”

 

As he said this, he moved to behind the coffee table, where a small coffee machine was sitting. Next to it was a stainless steel kettle, from which he put some water into a mug. He slowly stirred the mug for a second before he slowly walked back to his desk.

 

Fokker: “I need you two to continue ‘Operation KGB’.

 

Pendlebury: “You know I still don’t understand why we need to stop these aliens. I mean, all they do is speak another language. That isn’t very harmful, is it?”

 

A look of anger swept across Fokker’s face. He slammed his mug of coffee onto his table, which splashed some spots of coffee onto him.

 

Fokker: “You don’t understand, do you? After the fall of the wall, hundreds of high powered weaponry have come into the country from Czechoslovakia, Russia and Romania. Even those languishing Serbs have been brought into the action, with their mob making hits on those scumming Bulgarians. Do you think that is harmless, Officer Pendlebury?”

 

Pendlebury, who now looked down in shame, apologised sincerely.

 

Fokker: “Apology accepted. Just be careful of what you say. Now, why am I going back to the operation?”

 

The General gave Johnstone a small piece of paper with an address on it.

 

Fokker: “It turns out a former KGB Agent from Bulgaria has been assassinated at his place across town. Go there, now. You two are back in official business, not on that gang patrol crap. This is real stuff now.”

 

The two detectives left the room, as the large wooden door slammed shut behind them. They reached down to the car park, where they decided to get into Pendlebury’s white Elegy.

 

Pendlebury: “I’ll drive.”

 

Johnstone: (laughing) “Well it’s your car, pinhead!”

 

As the two went in, and as Pendlebury put the ignition in, the car reversed quickly out of it’s spot, turned around and sped out of there.

 

Monday 1st October 1991

1 Beachfront Lane

Santa Maria Beach, Los Santos

1:33 p.m.

 

The white elegy pulled onto the Santa Maria lighthouse path, which lead past the beach. A small lane full of houses continued along the east from this road. On the first house, a two story white washed house, was the crime scene. There were two police cars outside, along with a brown Washington. There were people crowded around, desperate to have a look at what was happening. The whole of the property was marked off by police tape, with two officers guarding it. An Officer was talking with a small bald man, who was wearing a light blue shirt with blue jeans. Meanwhile, another officer inside was crouched over, looking at the dead body of a man wearing a black suit. The Detectives parked their car on the lighthouse boardwalk and exited the car.

 

Pendlebury: “What does this have to do with KGB?”

 

Johnstone: “I dunno, but I guess we’ll find out soon.”

 

The Detectives walked onto the property and approached the officer talking to the man.

 

Officer: “Ah, Detectives Pendlebury and Johnstone. I’m Officer Shane Clarke, LSPD. General Fokker said you’d come by.”

 

Johnstone: “You got that right. Who’s this?”

 

Johnstone was talking about the man Clarke was talking to.

 

Clarke: “Oh, this is Zhukov Komarevski. A former KGB Agent from Bulgaria.”

 

Pendlebury: “Bulgaria, huh. I’ve been there before. Which part?”

 

Komarevski: “Plovdiv, in central-southern Bulgaria.”

 

The man spoke in a heavy Balkan accent. By his voice, he would be probably 30-35.

 

Komarevski: “I moved to Los Santos when I quit the KGB in 1980. I remember that day, I was just 20.”

 

Johnstone: “You were 20-years-old and in the KGB? That’s crazy.”

 

Komarevski: “Well, either that or move to Albania as a slave.”

 

This comment obviously left a kook of shock on Johnstone’s face, while Pendlebury continued, awkwardly.

 

Pendlebury: “So, who was shot?”

 

Komarevski: “Hmm…his name was Mirko Miculevski, a Macedonian communist living and working for the KGB in Bulgaria.”

 

Johnstone: “So he ain’t Russian.”

 

Komarevski: “Nah, even in Bulgaria there are not many Russians. After the Soviet Union took over Easter Europe through the Warsaw Pact, they all stay in their respective countries. If you’re in a communist country, well you’re stuffed if you want to leave the country.”

 

Pendlebury: “But how did you leave?”

 

Komarevski: “Well I was exiled; those KGB bastards gave me nothing for doing their work. Lemme tell you something: the KGB is a bunch of hypocritical hillbillies!”

 

The Detectives were surprised as to how fluent Komarevski is at English.

 

Pendlebury: “Say, where did you learn to speak good English?”

 

Komarevski: “Well, after I was exiled, I moved to England and studies at Oxford.”

 

Johnstone: “What on?”

 

Komarevski: “English, Med Law, and Commerce.”

 

A smile went up on both Pendlebury and Johnstone’s faces.

 

Komarevski: “What, what did I do wrong?”

 

Pendlebury stuck his hand out in a shaking hands manner.

 

Pendlebury: (laughing) “Ha, ha, welcome to the team man.”

 

Komarevski, who shook Pendlebury’s hand, started to smile.

 

Komarevski: “I think we’re gonna be good partners.”

 

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Enjoy everyone!

[Blackadder.]

Nice Chapter

[Greene]

Good Chapter

[Stefan.]

Thanks guys. Appreciate it.

 

I've just written the 3rd Chapter, expect it Sunday.

 

Lemme tell you, it's quite compelling and interesting.

[silencio]

one word dude:AWESOME!!!! u really did ur research on the warsaw pact..cool cool

[Stefan.]

Yeah, well I'm a bit of a nerd.

 

Plus having parents grow up in communist countries helps a lot, trust me.

[Brutuz]

Pretty goos Stezza, hope this keeps going!

[Gaja 90]

Yo Verry good my friend.

 

I hope there wil be a Serbian Mafia involved

 

Has something for you. and topic rated good.

[GSF_Membuh]

This story is pretty darn good homie! I'll rate this GOOD.

[Stefan.]

Wee! Thanks guys, yum! Pity I'm on a diet though...

 

 

...anyway, thanks! Yesterday this topic was rated 46%, 22 hours later it's 53%! Wow!

 

Anyway, I said I'd post the 3rd Chapter, so here it is, just for you.

 

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Chapter 3

 

Monday 1st October 1991

1 Beachfront Lane

Santa Maria Beach, Los Santos

1:44 p.m.

 

As the men started to settle down, a beep came from Komarevski’s pocket. As he heard this, he pulled from his pocket a small pager. He started to study it carefully before a look of worry swept his face.

 

Komarevski: “Oh sh*t.”

 

Pendlebury: “What?”

 

Komarevski: “A friend of mine, Dragoslav Babic, says that a Serbian Mafioso who sells weapons to Chinese Triads in San Fierro has been murdered.”

 

Johnstone: “Is that bad?”

 

Komarevski: “Bad? Man, the SFPD have wanted this guy for questioning for 2 ½ years. Now he won’t say anything because he’s dead! Damn!”

 

Pendlebury: “Don’t worry man, we can just drive up there now. It won’t be too bad, plus it’s close anyway.”

 

Komarevski was obviously thinking about what to do.

 

Komarevski: “Alright, we’ll go. But his address is in Bayside, which is north of San Fierro. He deals in San Fierro though.”

 

Pendlebury: “Well, what difference does that make?”

 

At this, the Detectives and Komarevski entered Pendlebury’s sleek Elegy, waiting peacefully in the lane. Komarevski climbed into the back and sat in the middle, with his seat-belt untied, while Pendlebury stepped into the driver’s seat.

 

Johnstone: “So, they have the Serbian Mafia now?”

 

Komarevski: “Yeah. Most of them either came recently, like in the past 2 years, or in the ‘50s, when emigration from Yugoslavia was illegal.”

 

Pendlebury: “Was?”

 

Komarevski: “Well, yeah. Yugoslavia was classified as communist, but Tito was practically separated from the Soviet Union. The Ruskies had a monopoly of power and control over most of communist Easter Europe, except for Romania and Yugoslavia.”

 

Johnstone: “Well, now Yugoslavia is splitting up, just like the rest of Eastern Europe.”

 

Komarevski: “You’re right. I mean, even Bulgaria is now Democratic.”

 

Pendlebury: “But I think Yugoslavia is more serious.”

 

Komarevski: “Yeah, well now they’re blowing each others brains onto the freaking sidewalk.”

 

Johnstone: “You got that right.”

 

For the next five minutes, nobody talked as the speedy Elegy went through the curves of the Flint County shoreline. This silence was broken by Komarevski.

 

Komarevski: “Any of you been to Australia?”

 

Johnstone & Pendlebury: “No.”

 

Pendlebury: “Why?”

 

Komarevski: “’Cause I have!”

 

Johnstone: “Your point being?”

 

Komarevski: “Well…nothing I guess.”

 

Johnstone then muttered something under his breath. Pendlebury thought he said that Australia was nice, while Komarevski thought he was insulting him.

 

Komarevski: “Well…I guess there is a point. The coastline reminds me of Australia.”

 

Johnstone: “What the f*ck? Australia’s a desert!”

 

Pendlebury: “No it isn’t.”

 

Johnstone: “Why so, Mr. Smarty Pants?”

 

Pendlebury: “Well, for one thing, only inland Australia is a desert. But for about 320 miles inland, it is rather temperate. Just like here.”

 

Johnstone was obviously disappointed with the result he had received. He had been hoping for a more positive response. It was another awkward silence before Pendlebury shouted out, scaring the daylights out of Komarevski and Johnstone.”

 

Pendlebury: “Sh*t! I’m nearly out of fuel!”

 

Luckily, there is a truck stop on the side of the road. The car slowed down, before pulling up into the parking spot, which was bordered by old, rusting yellow paints marks.

 

Johnstone: “I thought you needed to fuel up.”

 

Pendlebury: “Well, if I spend at least $10 at the convenience store, I get a penny of each litre.”

 

Johnstone: (laughing) “Smart thinking! That’s why I wanted to be your partner, better that snivelling, rat-ars*d cop who’s now head of C.R.A.S.H, Tenpenny.”

 

Pendlebury walked inside the station, and decided to buy a six pack of large zebra bars, the new craze of San Andreas.

 

Store clerk: “OK sir, one zebra bar…”

 

The store clerk typed something into a small computer on the counter.

 

Store clerk: “That will be…$9.99.”

 

Pendlebury: “Oh, how lucky. How ‘bout I’ll buy one lollipop, please?”

 

Store clerk: “That’s 5¢.”

 

Pendlebury: “Nice. Do I get a penny off my litre?”

 

Store clerk: “Sure thing, sir.”

 

Pendlebury received his lollipop: raspberry, his favourite. He walked outside to a shock surprise.

 

His car was gone, and so were Johnstone and Komarevski.

 

He was very shocked and looked around in utter horror. Suddenly, a man from behind grabbed him around the neck, and smothered a piece of cloth on his face, containing what seemed like a mixture of pepper oils and alcohol. He suddenly felt very dizzy, although relaxed, and fell to the ground face first. He was unconscious.

 

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Enjoy everyone!

[Warrior_Boi]

Great story man! I'm gonna bring the percentage higher cause I'm rating this good! I know you're on diet, but I just need to give these out.

[Gaja 90]

Awesome Stefane

Happy new year!!!

[Stefan.]

Thank you, thank you very much. You too.

[Moogle7]

Did you write this with a crayon, Stefan?

[silencio]

STFU MOOGLE!!! like u cld do any better.....wat kinda name is tat anyways......ur mom gave it to u.....man......get a life aiight....

 

nice chapter stefan.....man...u really do ur research...i did not noe bulgaria was democratic...woot...

[Forelli_Boy]

Heh heh. That's a nice twist there, and should explain how Pendlebury ended up killed by Tenpenny. I'm tracking this one.

[Stefan.]

Well, I'm sorry to say that I've pretty much lost it all. I upgraded to Word 2007 and all my previous files were lost.

 

Sorry and maybe next time.