Gta RP

[Gaja 90]

As the Sun settled behind the fluffy white clouds, high up above the island known as Vice City, the citizens below went about their buisness, the market place hurried about with daily life, and the Army began their daily drills, as their cannons and shouts sounded throughout the harbour.

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One the other end of Vice G was sitting in a local caffe drinking an exspreso and watching his new NRG-1000 that he bought a couple days ago.

 

"Let's see what the cops are doing. " He thought as he paid, and put his helmet on. G started the engine of the tuned bike and revv it a couple times.

[Cubanwhip]

Don't know exactly how to do it this way lol. I'm used to another way, but this one looks like it will be more keen on detail. Other ones I was in were basically huge dialogue scripts.

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The way his, Roberto's, house looked, would be the way you described any other free lancer home. Dark, cramped, and moist. The wallpaper peeled, the house reeked, the carpet was peeling back. Roberto called this home.

"What's on the agenda today," thought Roberto as he made his way into the kitchen, walking past empty potato chip bags and beer bottles all over the floor, "Let's see here... 'Get a haircut'..." Roberto crumples the paper in his hand and throws it over his shoulder. He runs his hand over his head, and feels about four centimeters of hair growing out.

Just the way he doesn't like it.

"sh*t, I do need one," So now Roberto heads out of the house and gets into his sh*tty Hermes.

His Hermes is from some past year in the last century. The paint has rusted off, the front bumper and grill are missing, the windshield has bullet holes all over, the hood is barely clamped down, the passenger door is nothing but a huge dent that can never be opened again, and the rims are completely rusted and ready to collapse.

Roberto turns on the car, with a huge sigh and starts off for the barbershop. "Just like all the other days. I'm becoming less and less useless. Less and less mob bosses and gangbangers are calling me to do their dirty work. It's like either crime is going down, or they are trying to do it themselves. Pretty soon, I'm going to be in debt, and I gonna need a job," Roberto stops the car in front of the local barbershop in Little Havana, his friend, Pablo is working there.

"Hey Pablo! Como estas," says Roberto with a grin across his face.

"Doin good Roberto. You here for a haircut? I see your hair is gettin un poquito largo," Pablo wipes a seat off of hair and pats it, gesturing to Roberto to sit down.

Roberto makes his way over and sits down, "So, been busy lately?"

"You know, just the usual. Un poco aqui, un poco alli. Et usted," asked Pablo, fading Roberto's sideburns.

"It's been slow, Pablo, too slow. People have stopped calling me for help."

"No problema. If you ever need a job, just swing by here," Pablo finishes shaving Roberto's hair and steps away, "How is it?! I think I did a good job today!"

Roberto runs his palm over his head, "You did real good Pablo. I'll see you up on that offer if I don't get anything within the week."

Pablo reaches out and shakes Roberto's hand, "I'll be waiting, amigo."

Roberto walks back out to his Hermes and starts back off to his home. "I wonder what kind of jobs Pablo would have for me? Ah, it's probably nothing. Just cutting hair, he's not into crime," He pulls up to his house and parks the sh*tty Hermes. He heads inside and sits on the cloth sofa, with stains all over and a few springs poking out of the molding cushions. "Time to chill and relax..." He flips on the television and just continues on with his daily rituals.

[Gaja 90]

G is cruising thru Vice while enjoying the perfect weather. as he entered Prawn Island a couple guys in a black Sultan puled up to G and the driver of the car showed that he wants a race. Unipresed G continued his normal speed. The driver of the car hits the trothle and tries to pull away from G, who doesn't even care. As the driver of the Sulatan hit the Nitros button the by now provoced G twists the trothle and starts acellerating like a maniac.

 

"You asked for it." G thought as he now flu by the car. He gave them a wink and pulled up a whellie while leaveing the guys behind like they werent moving. He is now headed to the police station.

 

 

[Cubanwhip]

Roberto hits the floor with a huge thud. Potato chips smash and crumble on contact with his face. He slowly stands up and wipes the crumbs and dirt off himself. He looks at the television, crackling with the black and white static. He rubs his eyes and heads into the kitchen, hoping for some food to be existent in his refriedgerator.

Nothing.

He sighs and throws on a black tee shirt over his wife beater and heads outside, jingling his car keys in his right hand.

"What am I doing," he ponders as he gets into his Hermes and drivs off to the grocery store, "My life is going no where."

He pulls up to the faded building which is the local store and slams the Hermes door shut, making a loud, metal banging noise. He walks into the store and grabs a grocery basket. The cashier winks at him and continues ringing up the customer.

It must be so awkward to be really well known all around the Barrio.

Roberto puts in some rice, beans, and porkchops. He heads over to the cashier who gives him a smile.

"So, how are you doing Roberto," she asks ringing up the groceries.

"The usual, just sitting at my home, slowly dieing inside..." Roberto responds, letting out a long yawn.

"Well, if you ever want, you can stop by my place," she packs a bag with his groceries and stuffs her address on a slip of paper inside the bag.

"I think I'll do that Tia," he walks out, bag in hand and throws it into his Hermes. He starts it up and heads back home, the Hermes just chugging along.

When it finally pulls up to the house, Roberto gets out and heads into his kitchen. He sets up a rice pot and preheats the oven. He slaps the chops onto a pan and tosses it into the oven. He dumps the rice into the pot and fills it with water. He rips open the bag of beans and dumps it into a seperate pot. "Now, where did moms keep her recipe..." He started to scower the house, looking for his moms secret black beans recipe. He finally found it hidden between two pages of one of his porno mags, sticky with you don't want to know. "Sorry mama," he waves the paper in the air and starts reading it. He puts all the ingredients inside the pot and throws it on the stove.

Roberto is sitting on the sofa, when his phone rings, he doesn't know who it is.

"Hello," he says, licking his fingers full of rice and beans.

"Is this Roberto Garcia," the man asks with doubt in his tone.

"Yeah, may I ask who's calling," Roberto takes his fork and knife and puts a piece of pork chop in his mouth, and chews.

"Well, I was told you can help me out with some 'problem'..."

Roberto sits up, moving the plate off his lap. "Well, then I guess this is business."

"Yes it is. My 'associate' has been slowly taking money from my organzation. I need you to, how do you say, teach him a lesson in higher authority, who controls what and who," the man says his tone getting much more relaxed.

"Whats the pay? I need to make a living you know," Roberto forks some rice and beans into his mouth.

"I'm thinking maybe four to five grand."

"I'm thinking maybe seven to eight. Business has been a little slow for me, need to make some dinero," Roberto's tone is relaxed and he finishes off the last of the rice and beans.

"How about six and a half and I'll request you to my friends who might need your services?"

"Done," Roberto cuts another piece of his pork and stuff it into his mouth, "May I ask the name of my new employer?"

"Names aren't important, just call me Mr. Adams," he hangs up, and the line goes dead.

Roberto hangs up and stuff the piece of pork chop into his mouth. "Seems like I'm back in business," He finishes up his meal and heads into his bedroom.

He puts on a pair of dark, baggy blue jeans, a clean black tee shirt, a baseball cap, and a pair of Air Force Ones. He heads back to the phone and looks at the caller ID. He puts the number into his cell phone and starts off for the address listed.

[TonyZimmzy]

A plain brown door opens up, as Tony Zimmzy walks in carrying a brown paper bag. He nudges the door shut with his left foot and drops the bag on the nearest small brown table, and sets his keys down on them, too. He walks over to a calander on the wall and flicks through it, to find a large red circle penned around tomorrow's date

 

"I'll be damned, he was right. It is tomorrow"

 

He said to himself as he let the yellow stained paper drop back down onto the wall, as he walks over to the brown paper bag and opens it up, revealing a few sticks of C4. He rummages through the bag to find his cellphone and he dials it, and waits for a response

 

"It's me. We're still on for tomorrow, right?"

 

Tony awaits a reply, the reply was held on for a few moments longer than it should have been, worrying Tony a little bit, untill Tony heard the answer he was hoping for

 

"Good. I'll see you at Midnight, sharp."

 

Tony hangs the phone up and puts it in the bag and walks across the damp wooden floorboards and into his plain, dark blue room. With a double bed in the middle, and a Television laying at the foot of it, unplugged. Tony reaches under his bed and takes out a dark red pen, and a little black diary, and opens it up, and scribbles something down, like he was in a hurry

 

"Two hundred and ninety four: Caucasion woman, mid thirties. Items in posession: Wallet, containing fourty-eight dollars and sixteen cents. Killed: Silencer to the back of the head."

 

Tony finishes reading what he wrote aloud, and tucks the book and pen back under the bed, as a sadistic smile overcomes his usually expressionless, emotionless face.

[Gaja 90]

G arives in front of the police station as he checks his six. He started doing a burnout in front of the station which alerted a lot of the cops in the area.

 

"Come on, where are you guys, I wanna play!!! " He yelled as he slowlly started acelerating, while cop cars exited the station's parking lot and started chasing after G.

 

"Finally a little fun " G thought as about ten squad sounded their sirens and the chase began.

[TonyZimmzy]

The sound of the alarm echoed the cramped room, as Tony began opening his eyes. The faint rays of sunshine beaming down through the crack in the window blinds, shining almost directly into Tony's vision, blinding him as he tried to open them fully. He punched the alarm a few times untill it shut off.

 

"Two fifty-two... Damn..."

 

Tony said to himself as he stepped out of bed, and into the living room, and over to his computer which he left on stand-by over night. He turns the monitor on and checks out his emails to see one new message.

 

"Ol' Gunnabull hasn't sent me a message in years..."

 

He thought to himself as he opened the message, and he began reading it aloud

 

"Tony. I'm in town and I need a little help. I hope you're not too busy. Get back to me."

 

Tony turned the monitor back off and walked over to his chair and picked up his shirt and put it on, followed by his pants, and then shoes.

 

"Too bad. I've got too much sh*t planned down in Venturas tonight, old man."

 

Tony thought to himself, as he picked up a pack of chewing gums, and a pack of cigarettes and a lighter as he walked out of the room.

[Gaja 90]

G is ridding on his NRG while a dousen squad cars are chasing him.

 

He decides to give them a show. He leans foorward, presses the brake a little, and twists the throtlle to the end. The back tire starts spinning as G leaves a cloud of smoke behind him.

 

"Come on baby let's go G thought as he did a rolling burnout.

[Cubanwhip]

*Looks around*

Pinned? Congrats, I guess? Originality gets a pin I guess!

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The Hermes pulled up to the office building loacted at Downtown. It was about fifty storiies high and made solely of glass. Roberto put on a pai of sunglasses and headed inside. The air conditioning of the building hit him like a brick wall. It was obscenely hot outside and the cool air was like being reborn. Roberto walked over to the desk clerk, chewing her buble gum, mouth open and showing every chew.

 

"Is there a Mr. Adams in this building?" Roberto asked, looking up at the board on the wall opposite him listing names and room numbers.

 

The woman looks at Roberto, still chewing her gum and blows a bubble, "If you mean Eddy, he's on the fiftieth floor..." She picks up a magazine and starts reading.

 

"It's great to know people care so much about their jobs..." Roberto thinks while he walks over to the elevator. When he reaches the elevator he taps the button and a man in a suede business suit walks over and stands next to Roberto, waiting for the elevator as well.

 

"You work here?" the man asks, looking Roberto over.

 

"Naw, just visting an employer," Roberto says casually as he watches the number count down from twenty three.

 

"So, you're a future employee? Well, you better buy a business suit, those clothes won't fly here," he looks up at the number counting down also.

 

"Not a future employee. Some guy hired me to help him out with some 'business'," Roberto checks his watch and looks up again.

 

"How did you get this address?" the man asked, looking at Roberto quizically.

 

"What?" Roberto asked, returning the facial expression.

 

"I'm Mr. Adams, you're new employer. How did you get this address?" He asked again, stretching his hand out to shake Roberto's hand.

 

Roberto shakes his hand and feels a strong grip, "That's quite a grip you got there," the man smiles, "Well, I got to be careful you know. I bought this type of caller ID that gives me the name, number, and address. All it gave me was the number, the name of the business and the number you called from. I'm guessing the phone down here?"

 

"Nice assumption. I wouldn't mind getting myself one of those," the elevator opens and they both step in, "So, you're here to talk business, yes?"

 

Roberto watches him hit the fiftieth floor button, "Yeah, but shouldn't we talk in a place more private?"

 

"No, don't be so silly! This elevator doesn't have any cameras, or microphones. It's sound proof. Now trust me, it's a long way up, so we have plenty of time to talk," Mr. Adams opens his suitcase and pulls out a manila folder, "This is everything you need. His address, lifestyle, likes, dislikes, places he likes to hangout, friends, family, you name it, its in there."

 

"Sexuality?" Roberto asks taking the folder.

 

"A comedic hitman! Well, it's good to see you don't take your work that seriously. If someone had your job and took it too seriously, they could end up too stressed out and dead!" Mr. Adams looks at the number counting up from twenty one.

 

"So, how seriously do you take your job?" Roberto flips through a few more pages and shuts the folder.

 

Mr. Adams clears his throat and looks at Roberto, "Well, you see, a man of my position needs to appear to be incontrol. Realistically, I let my secretaries and employees do all my work, when it appears I do it. What i do, well I just enjoy the money!"

 

"So what is it you're suppose to do?" Roberto grips the manila folder and looks at Mr. Adams.

 

"I am CEO of this corporation. The man you're going to execute was my partner, he helped me build this corporation," Mr. Adams straightens his collar.

 

"So why do you need to take him out?" Roberto looks up at the flourescent lighting in the ceiling of the elevator.

 

"He's been getting greedy. He's been taking too much of our share. I helped build this corporation to what it is now. He just helped with some funding and plans. We agreed on a split of 66% and 33%," Mr. Adams looked at the numbers and saw them counting up from 41.

 

"That's a big bulk you got there," Roberto weighs the folder in his right hand then switches it to his left.

 

"Yes, but recently he has been hinting that I am getting to much. He hasn't said it, but he is doing something about it. What I need you to do it first prove he is taking my money, then when you have the proof, take him out, understood?" the elevator dings and the doors open, revealing a huge office penthouse.

 

"Yeah, I got it," Roberto steps out taking in the view of Vice City through one of the windows.

 

"That's good to hear. I expect this to be done as soon as possible. But for now, let's just drink and smoke a cigar, shall we?" Mr. Adams headed over to the mini bar.

 

"Yeah, lets," Roberto walks over to the min bar, manila folder still firmly grasped in his left hand.

[Nick Papagiorgio]

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Edited July 26, 2007 by Gman91

[Gaja 90]

Yeah Pinned !!!

Thanks

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After about 30 minutes of playing cat and mouse with the police G decided to go home.

 

"See ya " He thought as he twisted the throtle and started accelerating. While G was enjoying himself the police had a reputation to save. This was the 3rd time that week that G was playing with them. The media weren't happy either that the VCPD coulnd't catch a single man on a motorcycle and critisized the police for their incappabillity. But G didn't care about the police he keept acelerating, and after a couple moments the police were out of his site.

 

"Pathetic " G thought as he started braking and turned left into small alley and then right. He lost the cops a long time ago, but he wanted to be sure.

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G stopped in front of his big mansion on Starfish Island, and parked the bike in the garage next to his other vehicles. As he enters his bed room he changes into his white Yakuza suit with a red Dragon on the back and also a red japanese word on the bottom of the left leg. After a few minutes he exits thru the front door of the house and goes in a white bulletproof strech.

 

"Ikuzo " G said to the driver who slowly started accelerating and left the mansion.

 

 

Note: Ikuzo  means Let's go

Edited December 30, 2006 by Gaja 90

[Stefan.]

I'm new to this, so how does this exactly work?

[Cubanwhip]

@Stefan Matovic Cvetkovic: Go to the sign-up thread and make a character. Then come back here and start the story for the character.

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As Roberto headed back out of the building, swaying from side to side, manila folder in hand, the sun was setting. He got into his Hermes and threw the folder into the passenger seat and ran his hand over his newly cut hair. He reached over to the folder and pulled out the first sheet of paper.

 

"Let's see," Roberto starts reading from the top of the sheet, "Andrew Ranier, age thirty nine, caucasian, six foot even, sharp featured, likes golfing, partying with girls, married with two children, lives in Vice Point in the penthouse of some rich hotel." Roberto puts the paper back inside the folder and starts the car. "So in general, he's a sleazy, cheating, lazy bum who has too much money to spend. Sounds like and easy hit. I think I can do this one today and collect my pay."

 

Roberto pulls up to the hotel and gets out, slamming the Hermes door shut and walking past a newly bought Cheetah. He heads into the hotel and walks to the receptionist. "Hey, is there a Mr. Ranier staying here?"

 

The clerk looks up at Roberto suspicously and looks through a computer registry. "Yes, Mr. Ranier is staying in the penthouse suite on the seventh floor. I'll call him and tell him you're coming up. Name?"

 

Roberto clears his throat and looks at him, "Tell him Mr. Adams is here for a visit."

 

The man picks up a phone and dials a number, "Mr. Ranier, a Mr. Adams is here to visit you...Send him up...Alright, right away," he hangs up and looks back at Roberto. "The elevator is right around the corner. When you hit floor seven, it should open up into his penthouse."

 

"Alright, thanks," Roberto heads into the elevator, hits the seventh floor button and feels the elevator jolt. The elevator opens into a beautifully decorated living room. "Wow, this place looks expensive!" Roberto thinks to himself walking in.

 

A man, in a burgandy robe with a gold insignia on his pec and a glass of red wine in his left hand. "Who the f*ck are you?! You're not Ed..."

 

Roberto reaches into his back pocket, playing around with his switchblade. "He sent me to have a chat with you."

 

Andrew eyes Roberto with one hand behind his back. "What did he want you to chat about...?"

 

Roberto pulls the blade out and presses the button, the blade slicing the air and shining. "You're business cutting..."

 

Andrew stares at the blade and realizes what's going on. "Wait! I wasn't ripping him off! He ripped me off!" Andrew runs to a nearby desk and pulls out a stack of papers, "These right here prove he's been stealing money. He wants me out of the picture to get one hundred percent of the money! He knows you're impulsive. I bet he told you to look for evidence, but you didn't, did you? He knew you would kill first, search later, but find nothing." Shoves the papers at Roberto, "He's the real rat here."

 

Roberto looks through the numbers printed on the paper's and notices all the numbers lead to Mr. Adams, "Even though this proves he is stealing company money, he still paid me to do a job..." Roberto raises the blade, "And I'm very dedicated to getting money. If he finds out your alive, well I'm not going to get any money."

 

"I'll pay you double what he is paying you!" Andrew swallowed, hard, and looked at the blade.

 

"That's sixteen grand. I'll swing by when I get it done. I expect it, cash, hundreds," Roberto retracts the blade and heads out with the stack of papers in his hand.

 

"Don't worry! I'll get it to you!" Andrew heads back into the masterbedroom, wine and all.

[Stefan.]

OK then. Are these stories connected in a way, like is one character allowed to mention another character in his story?

 

 

[Gaja 90]

The white Stretch limo slowly exits G’s mansion and heads towards little Havana as the driver asks G.

 

“Where to Waka gashira?” The driver asked very politely.

 

“Escobar international” G replied while having a glass of champagne.

 

The limo slowly turned left and then headed towards the airport.

 

“We have an associate to pick up.” G thought as he was only a couple hundred meters away.

 

[Stefan.]

I see. Hey Peter, can you give me a link to the sign up page please?

[Stefan.]

Stefan was sitting in his black arm-chair of the small aprtment he called his home. He was watching the television; 'Frasier'. He was cooking some cevape on his stove and the small blacony which overlooks Fort Staunton and the former location of the World Trade Centre. Suddenly, as an ad-break comes up, his phone, situated on the wall behind him, starts to ring.

[Mysterio333]

 

Daewon sits in his Starfish island mansion alone, typing on his laptop, finding out his bills."f*cking Leones!". "Stealing MY money"."Gonna go to Liberty and kill those dicks". Daewon Pulls out his phone and calls the driver to bring his Aries ZS III. The driver pulls in and Daewon gets in. "To the Airport".Wait a second. Daewon Pulls out his phone and gets all of his goons to follow him to the airport. The cars burst into the Airport and slide into a neat line at the Shamal. The gang climb on the plane."Liberty" Says Daewon to the Pilot

 

Is that a RP. Im unsure

[TonyZimmzy]

Tony sits alone in darkness, the only light shrouding the room is from the black and white television in the motel room. He sits, watching the news, stirring his drink, sweat pouring down his forehead

 

"Come on... The death toll already, you f*cking whore"

 

He impatiently whispers to himself, waiting

 

"...If you've just joined us folks, earlier today there were several terrorist attacks here in Las Venturas, resulting in twelve dead, and seventeen major casualties, including three of which had to be amputated on the spot..."

 

The male news reporter said aloud, causing a grin to overcome Tony's face, as he takes a swig of the Brandy in his glass, and reaches over onto the desk for his laptop, and sets it up on his lap, and opens up his email inbox, seeing another new message. He clicks it, and opens up the window

 

"Important?"

 

He continues to read

 

"Trouble at home... What the f*ck have you done, Joseph?"

 

Tony looks down at the screen, nervously narrating the words in his own mind, as he finishes up the drink, stands up and walks out of the motel room, with laptop in hand.

[Stefan.]

Stefan picked up the phone, while putting the TV down. He picked it up and found a shady, smooth, eloquent voice on the other end.

 

Voice: "Guess who."

 

Suddenly, Stefan was being slightly strangled as he fell to the floor, feeling very woozie.

[Gaja 90]

As the white strech stoped at the entrance of the airport, an enourmous man walked up to the car and entered. the only thing that he wour are some verry expencive gray pants and black shoes.

 

"Hello my friend." G said as he shouk hands with the man.

 

"Ey G how's business?" Tiny aksed as he shuke G's hand and took a seat.

 

"Verry good, you for a drink?" G replied as he took out a botle of cristal.

 

"A drink? Me? You know me, but not that stuff... I preffer beer!" Tiny said in his normal loud voice.

 

"I know you, here." G handed Paul a big notlle of german beer.

 

"I need your help, my friend. You are one of the few that are capable of this task. G said after they finished their drinks.

 

"No problem G, you know that I'll do anything for the man that saved my life more then once." Paul said as the strech pulled up into the drive way of G's mansion and the two got out.

 

"Nice place man." Tiny said as he looked arround while he and G got in the enourmous mansion.

 

Thanks Paul." G said. "Here is what I need you to do." He said as he took a seat at the large dinning table with Paul next to him.

Edited January 11, 2007 by Gaja 90

[Gaja 90]

Paul took a seat next to G, he noticed that it was time to talk about business.

 

"So G what can I help you with?" Paul asked as he had a glass of vine.

 

"Ok, here it is. The Yakuza are well established in Liberty, Vice and we have influence in San Fiero. I need to go to Liberty in a few hours, and I need you to take care of the business here, can you do that? G asked as he looked at Paul.

 

"Don't worry about a thing, you go and have fun in Liberty and I'll break the neck of those who even look at your business!” Paul said as he slammed his giant fist against the table.

 

“Thank you Paul, I knew I could count on you, well that up there is the office, I left a notebook on the table and some guns, phone numbers, guns, you know the usual.” G pointed at the stairs leading up to the luxury office.

 

“That’s not necessary, all I need is these two.” Paul put his fists clenched together.

 

“I know, but just in case, hey listen I got to go now if you have any trouble at all call me, you hear?” G said as he stud up getting ready to leave.

 

“Yeah, don’t worry.” Paul replied as he waved to G.

 

“Ok I’ll see you soon.” G said as he took a black suitcase and left the mansion.

 

“Don’t worry G, I won’t disappoint you.” Paul thought as he took some more vine.

 

G got in the white stretch which drove him to Escobar international again. He exited the limo and got into a shamal. As he took a seat he spoke to the pilot.

 

“Let’s go.” He said as he pore himself a glass of crystal.

 

The plane headed onto the runway and started accelerating and after a few more seconds it took of.

 

[Stefan.]

Stefan woke up in a small, cool basement. He found himself tied to a chair, with his legs and arms buckled to the seat. A light hanged above him, and infront of him on the wall was a small, wooden door. The door opened...

[Gaja 90]

A shamal landed on Francis international airport. G got out of the plain and entered a black strech. One of his man was in.

 

"Waka-gashira, we will go to the casino right away." He said as he bowed down to show his respect.

 

"Excelent." G said as he poured himself a drink.

 

"Did you get what I asked?" G asked the man after he finished his drink.

 

"Yes, your bike and everything else is ready." The man said as the strech slowlly drove towards Torington.