BUYG: Build Up Your Gang

[Build Up Your Gang]

VinnieLeone: $22.

 

The story count bonuses and weapon prices have been slightly readjusted to make things fair.

(radicell)

[D Storted]

Chapter 2: Taking out the Trash

Part I

 

It only took a week to get over the deaths of the men on the pier; I didn't lose anyone close to me, and I'd only just met Kevin and Cy. Tim gave me the week off of work at the betting shop, and I spent the time just relaxing; to be honest, I was a little afraid of being approached by the police, which was sort of silly, but present nonetheless. I'm basically a loner; I enjoy others' company, to be sure, but I also enjoy my personal time. I spend my money on nice things for my apartment, which is small, cheap, but full of expensive things. Thanks to the low cost of living and the generosity of our Red Pole (local Triad leader), Than, I could afford to indulge in personal luxury. I wasn't rich or anything: It's one thing to have nice things, another thing completely to have a nice place to put them. But my home felt like home, and I was comfortable. I enjoyed taking my time to make one of the traditional Chinese recipes my mother had taught me. I had all the essential cooking ware, taped episodes of cooking shows, and after crafting a gourmet meal, I'd sit down on my red leather couch and enjoy a good action flick on my HD widescreen. It was a good life.

 

When I went back to work, I saw a new man sitting in my chair, smoking a cigarette, watching the daytime gamblers throw away their money. I stood there confused for only a moment before Tim noticed me from the stairs and motioned for me to approach him. He didn't ask me about my week; he wasn't a man for small talk. "Than wants to see you upstairs."

 

Welcome back, I thought as I nodded to Tim. I felt my gut twist; Than was the Red Pole, the Fighter, local leader. I assumed it must be a big deal if he wanted to talk to me personally. Well, I wasn't sure, as I'd never actually talked to him, but the fact that I've been actively working for the Triads for almost three years and still hadn't talked to him said something.

 

I headed up the stairs, my footsteps muffled by the red carpet. I headed down the hall at the top and told the man outside the furthest room that my name was Johnny, here to see Than. He nodded and turned to open the wooden door with the blinds on the other side blocking the view into the office.

 

It was a nice office, I noticed first. A vibrant oriental rug covered much of the hardwood floor. The green and red walls gave the room a warm feeling, and contrasted nicely with the deep mahogany furniture. His large desk dominated the room, intricately carved and sparsely covered. Than reigned from behind this desk, and he was seated there now, studying me from high-backed chair.

 

As the door was closed behind me, I bent at the waist, bowing to Than as tradition dictated. He merely nodded.

 

"Johnny. I want to thank you for your participation in the attack last week on the weapon transaction. I can assure you that I appreciate your willingness to wager your life for the good of the Triad." Someone must've told him I didn't speak Chinese; the few times I had heard him speak, it had been in Chinese. He spoke English very well, though; highly educated people, the upper echelon of Triad society. "Sadly, I am a busy man, so I do not have much time for getting to know all my soldiers, but Tim, who I have had the pleasure of coming to know, has told me that you handled yourself well that evening. I can not say the same for all my soldiers." I was standing in front of him, while his light fan blew a gentle breeze down on me from above. "One in particular, seems particularly shaken by the evening's events. I have heard from several loyal men that this particular member of our organization has approached them with treasonous thoughts and ideas. I can't allow this. I can not be afraid of men under me, but this man scares me, because...well, you know how the police work these days: You could be a mass murderer, but if you help capture a man who killed one more innocent woman than you, you go to jail for one year, while he will be there for life. I have killed more men than he has, so to speak. Now I need you to kill one more for me."

 

He waited a moment to let his speech sink in. I understood what he wanted. I understood his fear, too. I even shared it. I knew (or figured) Than, elected to leadership based on merit alone, wouldn't squeal on any Triad, but if the police were interested in us, life would be much harder.

 

"I am sending the two of you on a wild goose hunt. Well, a wild goose hunt for him; you have a job to do." He told me the details; I was to meet this would-be traitor, Chung, at the garage across the street. He had been told that the two of us were to go make a pickup at the north-eastern docks of San Fierro. There was nothing to pick up, however. Once we got there, there was only one thing to do: Take out the traitor. I would be given my weapon in the garage.

 

I nodded and bowed once more to Than before turning to leave his office. I headed down the pictured hallway, made my way down the stairs and past Tim, and stepped out into the daylight, ready to kill a man I'd never met.

 

 

 

 

 

ooc:I'd like to buy a knife, katana, and ak47.

Edited April 9, 2008 by D Storted

[radicell]

Da Nang Boys - Pier 69

 

Chapter VII: Home

Home. All I wanted to do for the last hour was to go home. The pain was still there, a fire burning its way through my insides, dragging me slowly towards death.

 

But where was home? Pier 69? My apartment? As much as I liked San Fierro, I couldn’t really call it my home. A series of seemingly random images began flashing into my head. A seaport, with all sorts of ships docked in it. A white building with red stripes – with children and teens walking around. And a blue townhouse in a row of similar houses – blue, two-storey townhouses.

 

And then it all came back to me. I had lived in that blue house when I was small. It was your average Vietnamese residence, with two storeys and a staircase in the back. My house was in Cam Le, an middle-class district in Da Nang, close to the sea. We ran a Pho noodles shop in the ground floor, and the second floor was our living quarters. I lived in the house with my parents and my older brother, whose English name was Rex.

 

The restaurant was a pretty good business. My mum was one of the best Pho cooks in the whole neighborhood, and our little house often attracted locals, Chinese tourists, sometimes even Americans. I would help out whenever I could, juggling the jobs of cashier, waiter, and dishwasher. But whatever I did, Rex was always better than me at it. He always seemed like the more experienced, the better person around. Deep inside, I knew that my parents preferred Rex over me.

 

Then came the fateful night when an American had entered the store and gotten himself drunk. He had a big white bushy beard, like the Uncle Sam that I had seen multiple times on television. My memories of that night was very vague, but the bearded American had basically gotten mad at something and blamed me for it. One thing I knew for certain, however, that night, I had done nothing but stand to one side and tap on the cashier buttons.

 

My parents always thought that I was weak. They would often tell me that I needed to man up, go work out a bit, be more active, that sort of thing. But this time they were genuinely mad at me. I kept on trying to tell them that I didn’t do anything, but they simply wouldn't listen. The next night, when I was lying in bed pretending to be asleep, I heard my dad whisper to my mum that I had disgraced the family and what sort of social degenerate I would become when I grew up. Silent tears streamed down my cheeks and onto my pillow, and the next morning, I got up before anyone else and left the house – determined never to return again.

 

I spent a few days and nights camping out beside the local Chinese consulate. I was hoping I could somehow move into the consulate, so I kept trying to get the guards’ attention. Of course, I was very naive back then, and my hopes were impossible – as I learned painfully three days later when the Chinese guards beat me up when I failed to answer their questions and dumped me on a the sidewalks near the seaport.

 

I hid out in one of those abandoned seaside shacks for a few days, and that’s where I met Snakehead. He offered me what he described as ‘paradise’, a move and housing to the great city of San Fierro. Of course, I was hungry, and I knew that I would not be able to last much longer in this cold town. So I eagerly accepted his offer and boarded the cargo freighter. As the freighter steered out of the bay, I caught sight of the blue townhouse on the shore – my old home. Inside, I could vaguely make out my dad serving the customers. He didn’t seem any more troubled with my departure. I stared at the house the whole time until it got covered by the fog and slowly faded out of my sights.

 

What had all of this been leading up to?? A few days after I arrive in San Fierro, I die in its cruel waters? It seemed unreal, as if fate had me come all this way and endure so much pain before dying an untimely death.

 

The fiery pain was scalding my organs. I couldn’t take it any longer. I knew that soon it would become unbearable and I would lose this small amount of dreamy consciousness I had left.

 

All of a sudden, the pain seemed to fade. Slowly at first, then quickly until it was all gone. The pain had just gone. Have I been brought back to life? A revitalising breath of air flew through my windpipes and my lungs. I opened my eyes, sat up, and regurgitated.

 

It tasted salty, but I didn’t care. I was alive. Around me, I could hear sounds of clapping. I looked at the people around me. They were just ordinary San Fierro citizens, and they seemed to be clapping at my recovery. There was one Asian woman, however, who was not clapping. Instead, she was standing upright, beaming proudly. I got up, shaken, and spoke to her.

 

“You saved me? Mouth to mouth?”

“Yes,” she replied. “My name’s Katie. You are very lucky. You were the last one out of the seven. I thought you weren’t going to make it.”

 

Three hours later, after getting cleaned up and showered, I sat on a park bench in Pier 69 and thought about everything that had transpired. The Triads, the sinking Esperanto, the wild waves of Battery Point, Katie the medic. But most of all, I thought about my family – my parents, Rex, the blue house.. Were they still alive? I wondered. How were they faring? I pondered this, but deep inside I knew that I would never find out.

 

[Build Up Your Gang]

Nice stories you two

 

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D Storted - 6th story

Triads

$43

$273 + $43 = $316

Knife ($8), Katana ($25) and AK-47 ($125) all purchased.

$316 - $158 (for all weapons) = $158

 

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radicell - 8th story

Da Nang Boys

$49

$771 + $49 = $820

 

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Everything updated.

 

Keep up the stories everybody. Remembers: newcomers are welcome.

 

rated and updated by mark-2007

[mark-2007]

Hello all. In celebration of my 2 year GTAforums.com birthday here is my latest chapter. It's rather long so take time to read it whoever is rating it. It's probably my most important chapter yet.

 

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The Leones

Cipriani's Ristorante

 

Chapter Fourteen: Retribution - Part Two

 

A warm gust of wind welcomed me as I walked back out of the warehouse. I hopped back in my Sentinel and drove along to Greasy Joe’s where I pulled up. I made sure my desert eagle was safely tucked into my waistband and got out the car. Carlo was sitting on the hood of his car, weighing it down considerably. He got up from the car, making the suspension kick up the front, and walked over to me.

 

“Hey Johnny,” he said nervously. “Joey and Luca aren’t here yet, everything’s still on yeah?”

“Of course it is Carlo, relax!” he was noticeably sweating. “You’re not strapped are you?”

“Of course not,” he confirmed.

“And you warned Luca not to be either?” I asked. He nodded his yes and we both sat down on the hood of his car.

 

A few minutes passed and another car pulled up. It was Little Luca in a Kuruma. His short, weedy frame climbed out of the car and approached us.

 

“Hey Carlo, buddy,” he said in an awful nasal voice.

“Hey, Joey ain’t here yet,” Carlo told him.

“Johnny,” he said turning to me. “You got the firepower for this?”

“Sure thing Luca,” I said. “And just so ya know: I want to do this. Take it as an act of dedication to you.” Luca smiled, showing yellowing teeth and bruised gums.

 

A stretch limousine pulled up into the car park and Joey Leone stepped out. He towered above Luca and was fairly muscled too. I didn’t get why Carlo had been so easily sucked in by Luca and his delusions of grandeur; the guy was a squatty midget compared to Joey, who was almost a lion of a man.

 

“Alright guys, my boat’s just at the jetty over there,” he said in his thick New Yorker accent. “Cool beers and fishing await us!” He jested and we laughed along with him.

 

The four of us headed over the road from Greasy Joe’s and through a tunnel onto the coastline. A wooden, crooked ramp made up a pier and down some steps was the jetty where Joey’s boat was harboured. It lurked there in the water, a huge outline in the growing night. It was quite a large boat with a bedroom, kitchen and table, which we all checked out after boarding.

 

Joey raised the anchor and set the boat into action and it pushed away from the small jetty into the Atlantic Ocean. We headed south-east and began to approach an outcrop of rocks to the south of Portland.

 

“Good fishing spot right here guys!” Joey said as he brought the ship to a stop and dropped the anchor.

 

We all sat down and cast our fishing rods over the side. The other guys cracked open cans of Logger Beer which had been chilled in a mini-fridge but I chose to stay stone-cold sober for the killings. We began to make small talk as we fished. There was a warm breeze that floated over us every once in a while and kept us from being cold.

 

“I’ll go get some pizza on the go,” Joey announced and got up to head to the kitchen.

“I need to take a leak, I’ll be back in a sec guys,” I followed Joey downstairs and into the ships interior.

 

The walls were papered and decorated with gold wall-lights. The carpet was a deep, rich red and a mahogany table stood in the middle with a few chairs around the side. It looked tacky but obviously quite luxurious, I guess Joey’s wife Misty must have decorated.

 

“Hey Johnny, you get the piece?” Joey asked as he fetched a couple of pizzas from a cupboard.

“Yeah, how we gonna do this thing though?” I replied.

“Maybe get Luca down here and shoot him, then get Carlo up on deck,” he said.

 

I went to take a piss and then back to Luca and Carlo. We sat for a while and Joey came up with warm pizzas, which we ate whilst talking about the last Liberty City Cocks game. They’d beaten the Vice City Mambas at the weekend and were amongst the favourites to make it to the Super Bowl. We all agreed to go to the Super Bowl if they got there. I knew that two of the four of us wouldn’t be around that long.

 

“Hey, turn the radio on, that DJ’s on the rock station,” Joey said. “He plays some good stuff usually,” I agreed and tuned into the station midway through a song by The Strokes.

“Mind giving me a hand with the beers Luca?” I asked using the now empty cooler box where the Logger cans had been as an excuse.

 

We walked back downstairs and I lead him to the room furthest away from the deck so that as little noise as possible could be heard.

 

“Fetch some whilst I clean the box out,” I commanded. “They’re just in that fridge there.”

 

He opened the fridge and bent down to retrieve the cans. I got the desert eagle from my waistband and levelled it at the back of his head. I cocked the gun back, at which point he turned around and began to move to charge me but I was too quick. A bullet crashed through his skull, killing him instantly. I tucked the gun back into my waistband and went onto the deck again with a boxful of beer.

 

“Luca’s just gone for a piss,” I said as I set the box down on the floor. When I stood up I had the gun out again, ready for a new victim.

 

I faced Carlo and pointed it at him.

 

I was 14 and Carlo was walking up to me in class at school. It was the first day at my new school and everyone had picked on me for looking poor; everyone but Carlo. Even then he was overweight but he would become my best friend.

 

“Woah, what are ya doing Johnny?” Carlo gasped and looked surprised.

“I’m sorry Carlo,” I pleaded with my fingers to pull the trigger and get this over with.

 

I cocked back the hammer again.

 

I was 18 years old now and fresh from my year in prison. I walked up to Carlo and gave him a hug, seeing him most weeks as my visitor in prison made the year pass fairly quickly. He’d bring me newspapers and sometimes food from my mother, half of which was often eaten already as he was “hungry on the way over”.

 

“Johnny, Joey!” He began to sob and beg. “Please, there’s gotta be a way I can take it all back.” He knew what was happening now.

“There’s no way back Carlo,” I said soothingly, my voice was calm but my mind was in a storm of guilt. “You betrayed us, you betrayed me Carlo.”

 

It was just a few months ago and we’d just killed Richie Crowbar together. Carlo threw up as we disposed of his body and told me not to tell any of the guys. It was now a few days later and we were pacing around my apartment nervously, hours before we were made. How could he have messed up so quickly and so much?

 

“… But Johnny, we’re friends for life,” tears rolled down his cheeks.

 

I squeezed the trigger and the bullet seemed to float in slow motion. Carlo winced and the bullet pierced between his eyes, ripping a bloody path through his brain. His neck snapped backwards with the force and he tumbled off his chair. I looked to Joey.

 

“Good job kid,” he said and gave me a consoling pat on the back.

 

We lifted both bodies, rolled them in black plastic sheets and heaved them overboard. They floated for a few seconds, one of them huge and the other, Luca, very small. Carlo began to sink, the current pulled a bit of plastic away, revealing his face. After a while I could no longer make out the pale face of my old friend as he sank deeper and deeper, eventually fading into the murky depths.

 

I shed a single tear, wiped it from my cheek and Joey started the engine again. We headed back to the shore in silence; only the sound of the radio could be heard. I cracked open a can of Logger Beer and reflected on my life choices as the lyrics hit my ears.

 

Yesterday

All my troubles seemed so far away.

 

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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it.

 

EDIT: Forgot to add a title, not really important but it plays on my mind

Edited April 9, 2008 by mark-2007

[VinnieLeone]

(St. Jones)

 

[someone knocks on Joey's door]

 

C'mon, Joey said with a calm voice. "Hey hows it going Joe? asked Kathy Ambrosio(Joey's soon to be wed wife). Joey looks at her in sad way, "I'm doing fine thanky you Misty". Kathy then sits down next to the upset Joey,How's my boy? asked Kathy in a worried tone. Joey then smiles, He's ok just eager to see his mother after so long its been 4 years since he has seen you. They both Laugh but Joey starts to cough.

 

The End of Part 4

[Build Up Your Gang]

mark-2007: $62. Amazing chapter, one of the best I've read from you.

 

VinnieLeone: I'm not rating that I'm afraid, it doesn't qualify for a rating as it is barely 6 lines long. I recommend writing all of one chapter at once and posting it whole, it'll add a lot to your rating. Take into consideration the tips we've PMed you and rewrite your part.

 

 

Rated by Masterkraft

[Lochie_old]

Russian Mafia: Grey Imports: Moving on

A few months had passed since the GSF incident, we had taken Kendall over to our Vice City friends and they had extracted all the information they could, we dumped her in Grove Street, cold, bleeding and crying. Apparently her brothers weren't too impressed about the whole ordeal, but after a few well co-ordinated attacks on their San Fierro garage, they decided to leave us alone. We had gathered more reputation and our protection racket grew, we had the Santa Maria Beach Pay 'n' Spray and the Vinewood Transfender and the Pay 'n' Spray next door. I had gotten new rims, Grove, imported from Japan for my Sentinel and got it painted black. I had been on a few weapon deals as well, our business was blooming and we had started selling to the Triads and Ballas as well. Tonight was my first weapon meet where I was in charge, and I was selling to some Liberty City gang called the Diablos. Jon was with me everywhere I went, he filled Jarkers absence and was probably my best friend, besides Eric, Jarker had gotten promoted on moved on to see better things down at Vice City, Peter was still the same old Peter, paranoid but understanding. And me, well I had basically taken up Jarkers position.

 

Tonight had a strange feeling, like when your uncertain about the unknown and theres just that feeling in your gut. Eric sat in the front with me, he had joined my small crew of extortionists and arm dealers. Peter had given me about ten boys too take care of, two of them rode with me tonight while the others had the night off, this was only a small arms deal, nothing that required two car loads. I pulled into the Las Venturas airport,

 

"Where are these greaseballs?" Jon moaned from the back, he hadn't slept through the ride and was very cranky, "Why didn't we stop at Burger Shot? I'm f*cking starving." he complained,

 

"Shut up, its hard enough to sleep with Derek's bad driving but let alone listen to you complain." Eric said jokingly, a small breeze went through the car windows. A Mule pulled up and parked, some gentlemen wearing heavy gang colours got out of the front, one holding a suitcase.

 

"That must be them." I turned to the two of them, "Eric, get out with me, Jon you stay inside and try to sleep." I commanded, I put my pistol in my waistband and creased my suit. I got out and put my black boater on and shook one of the mens hands,

 

"Anthony?" I asked politely,

"Ci ese, you must be Derek. Heres the $15,000." Anthony said, handing me the briefcase, Eric stood next to me, I handed him the suitcase and he popped the locks, he counted the bundles,

 

"Its all there." he handed me back the briefcase, I gave it back to the two gang members.

"Let me just go get it." I turned, and saw two police cars speed into the area, the lights flashing and the sirens blazing, the two gang members ran back to their car,

 

"f*cking snitches... This was a set up." I muttered, "Eric, get into the drivers seat, I'm getting our money." the police cars were closing in on us, Eric dashed back to the Sentinel and started the car, I ran to the Mule as the two undercover cops started it, it coughed and spluttered, the truck wouldn't start. I pulled the driver out onto the ground, and shot him in the head, his brains covered the pavement. The passenger stared horrified, I shot him between the eyes as blood sprayed the window, I took the suitcase off him. One cop car had chased the Sentinel, Eric just drove around flight strip doing laps, wearing down the cop car as Jon took shots at it with his M4. It didn't take long until the cop car exploded, sending a firework of car wreckage and human bodies flying down to earth. The other cop car focused its attention on me, I let off a magazine at the driver, he slumped at the wheel and crashed into a water tank, the passenger jumped out, and screamed. He had dislocated his shoulder. Eric pulled up next to me in my Sentinel grinning the same cheesy grin,

 

"Get the rope from the back, we've got someone who Peter might be interested in." Jon obeyed, we tied him up. He started screaming so Eric pistol whipped him and he was silent. We threw him into the boot and drove back to Los Santos, stopping at Burgershot to keep Jon satisfied. I gave them both their cut, $1000 each. I took the $3000 for myself, I was going to get myself a plasma tv. As we got out of the car, Peter came downstairs, I gave him the $10,000.

 

"Turned out it was a set-up, we still got the money, and a little extra." I said to Peter, I walked around the back and popped open the boot, there was a bleeding, dead Las Venturas Police officer.

 

"Oh sh--," Jon went somewhere to vomit, blood covered my whole boot,

 

"My f*cking car... Son of a bitch must of shot himself." I was pissed off, Peter just started laughing,

 

"Its alright Derek, this has happened to me before. But the guy choked himself, so at least I didn't have to clean up." he patted me on the shoulder.

 

After the incident with the Diablo's, the cops decided to lay off us as well. We were basically free to do whatever in Los Santos. And thats where I got the idea, after collecting my rounds of protection money, I pulled up to Grey Import's in my new Sentinel, I jumped out and ran upstairs to Peter with the idea. Peter was sitting in his office, smoking a joint and reading a porn magazine casually, he looked surprised to see me,

 

"Derek, whats wrong, you look so eager." he said,

"Lets do a bank heist." I beamed from ear to ear.

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[johnson.]

Rep Yo Set Homie Pt.2 'Recruitment'

$outh$ideHoodz

 

The morning after we had hit the Nines in the Park, we had gone out and chilled on the front steps of my apartment. Adam came back later on during the night. He had dumped the car off in some river and caught a cab back to my cribs. Tyrel just finished rolling a blunt. I watched a few kids walk down the street over to a bus booth on the corner. I had seen them around the neighborhood for a while. One of the kids brothers was my age, a good friend of mine by the name of Jamel. Tyrel sparked up the blunt. I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and went though my contact list.

 

Now being one of the few white kids in Wichita Gardens, you had to expect people to always rag you all the time. Come to think of it the only other white boy on this block was Adam. I remember all the other homies would make fun of us.

 

"You think the Nines are gonna try some sh*t?" Tyrel asked

"For sure there gonna try and hit us back" I replied, still going through my cellphone "Thats why we gotta squad up" I continued, i found the number I was looking for. I hit the 'call' button. The phone kept ringing, Tyrel handed the blunt to me and I pulled it out of his hands. I took a hit from the blunt, my ear still on the phone. Finally someone picked up.

 

"Yo whats good homie" shouted through my phone reciever

"Nun, just chillin out on the front steps. What you sayin Jamel?" I replied, taking another haul off the blunt.

"Nadda, you woke me up... yo let me get dressed I'll come down and meet ya'll" Jamel said

"Alright sounds good to mee, eazy" I said, hanging the phone up. My eyes focused back onto the kids in the bus booth.

"That ain't a microphone in you're hands L, pass the f*cking dutchy" Adam barked, I took one last haul and passed it over to him.

 

One of the other kids in the bus booth, the youngest one. Alex, I had always had this sorta crush on his older sister Emilie. Emilie and I were the same age, went to the same school, talked to the same people infact we were close friends ourselves. But nothing more. She had beautiful blond hair and blue eyes, I remember a few times were her and I went on a date that people would think we were brother and sister. We had the same colored hair and eyes. She was this girl who was on her way to great things, while I was to busy getting caught up in this gang sh*t.

 

I must of drifted off into some sort of daydream because before I knew it, Jamel was already downstairs toking the blunt. I slapped hands with Jamel, the four of us continued talking for a few more minutes.

 

"Yo Jamel, you down with the Red Jacks aint you homie?" I asked

"You know it 'L'" He replied, pulling his red bandana out of his back pocket and waving it in the air. We all laughed.

"Good to know, you know of any homies that would be down for the clique" I added

"Yea, yea... A few of my boys have been wondering why i'v always been wearing this flag. Told them it was secret "Jack" buisness" He joked, we all laughed. Jamel was that type of guy, always one to try and crack jokes over every little thing. I pondered for a moment.

"Yea, I was talking to some kids down under the overpass the other night. A couple of wannabe prospects looking to join a gang. I asked them if they was down to join a new clique, they seemed pretty interested" Adam added, I looked back over at the busbooth. Jamels little brother must of taken off to somewhere. Alex was still sitting in the bus booth with a few of the older kids that posted up.

"Jamel... Adam... go find those dudes you was just talking about. Meet me back here are around 6:30" I ordered

"Alright" they both nodded.

"Here take the van" I added, tossing Adam the keys. We slapped hands and both of them walked off into the parking lot.

 

I still remained focused on Alex. Tyrel starred at me, then starred over at the bus booth.

"the f*cks up witchu?" Tyrel asked, As Tyrel carried on. A girl had walked outside of the appartment and down the steps. She glanced over at me.

"Hi Emilie" I greeted

"Hey Lucas, how have you been" She replied

"Not too bad yourself?"

"Not bad at all... Hey have you seen my little brother" She asked, I pointed over to the bus booth.

"Thanks" She strutted off towards the street corner.

"Damn homie, you trippin or some sh*t..." Tyrel laughed, he continued talked but I was to stoned to even care about what he was even saying. All I was focused on was Emilie.

 

She walked over to the bus booth, she didn't seem comfortable with the crowd of people that were there. A bunch of wannabe thugs hanging out with her little brother. I could see she was trying to get her brothers attention when one of the older guys pinched her ass. She motioned for Alex to follow her, Alex hopped up from the seat. She began to walk away, but I could hear them calling after her, the one who grabbed her ass began following her and grabbed her by the arm she went to turn away again this time he slapped her...

 

In less then 30 seconds I was ontop of this guy, bashing his face in. His friends didn't do a thing, Emilie stood a few feet behind me with her little brother. His face started to bleed, I still didnt let up. Finally Tyrel pulled me off him, I turned away stared at the large red mark that he had left on her face before i turned around and gave him one final swift kick to the head. His friends stood there speechless.

"You go with her, I'll handle the rest of these kids" Tyrel said.

 

I walked over to Emilie and Alex, she had tears dropping down her cheeks.

"You alright?" I asked?

"Yea, i'll be fine" She said rubbing the tears from her face.

"Come on, we'll go get you cleaned up" I said

"Clean me up, look at you're hands" She said, I glanced down at my hands. My right hand was covered in blood.

"Good point, lets go get me cleaned up" I joked

 

We went up to my appartment, I let Alex play with the Xbox 360 I had got from a friend of mine by the name of Tony. Emilie and I were in the bathroom. She wet a cloth and started cleaning of the blood from my hand, it was already starting to swell up.

"Thanks..." She said

"For what?" I replied, huge smile on my face

"For knocking the sh*t out of my dumbass exboyfriend... again" she continued

"Hmm.. that wasn't exactly the first time iv done that ehh?" I laughed, she squeezed my swollen hand. I gasped.

"Shut up" she smiled. She finished cleaning up my hand, but we continued talking for another hour. She must have got carried away with the time.

"sh*t, I gotta get home to eat. My parents are gonna be pissed if I show up late again" She said

"It's alright, we see eachother around all the time. How's about you and I go out this weekend" I asked

"I'd love that"

"Good... It's a date" I smiled, I walked her and Alex back to there apartment. As I was walking back to my crib my cell phone rang.

 

"Yo Lucas it's Adam"

"Whats crackin homie" I asked

"Me, Jamel and Tyrel are outfront with a buncha prospects... We waiting for you" he continued

"Alright i'll be down in a minute..." I replied, closing the phone and heading for the elevator.

 

Lets see if these young bloods got what it takes to be a Jack.

[Build Up Your Gang]

Hi all,

 

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~PhusioN~ - 11th Story

Russian Mafia

$46

$323 + $46 = $369

 

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johnson. - 2nd Story

Southside Hoods

$54

$91 + $54 = $145

 

Keep the stories coming everyone

 

rated and updated by mark-2007

[D Storted]

Just wanted to let you guys know that I'm going on vacation for a week and won't have my computer. Hopefully Josue throws a story up or two, keeping our distillery alive!

 

I'll be back.

 

edit: I made a video of one of my chapters. Check it out, lemme know what you think!

Edited April 10, 2008 by D Storted

[devilrock28]

Final part to the series of parts. lol

 

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Joey’s Garage

Story #12: The Unexpected Guest

 

Part 3

 

Grandpa and I exited the car and walked to his front porch. Grandpa slowly slid open the sliding French doors and walked inside.

 

“Michael. Pepe,” Grandpa paused as he sat down in his old reclining chair, “died today in a shooting at about 9:45 this moring.”

“What?” I asked in a strained voice.

Grandpa shook his head, “Some Sindaccos drove by a group of Leones and fired away.

They killed Pepe and two others.”

 

I looked around the room, “This can’t be happening.”

Grandpa nodded, “It is son, it is.”

“See ya’ later Grandpa.” I said as I limped out of the parlor and outside.

 

It was cold and starting to snow. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, my savior had been killed. I walked down Grandpa’s driveway and onto the street, “Taxi! Over here!”

A taxi pulled into a halted position and I opened the door and got in.

 

“Where you wanna’ go, man?” the driver asked in a heavy Jamaican accent.

“425 London Street please.” I replied.

 

The driver put his foot on the peddle. The ride was very uneventful. We neared my apartment, “Thank you.” I said as I handed the driver $20.

 

“Hey wait up!” the driver called.

I turned around, “What?”

“You were supposed to be meeting someone tonight. At Francis International.”

“How the hell did you know that?” I asked as I stared at the driver with a maroon sports jacket and short dreads.

“I’m the guy.” The man said.

“What guy?” I asked.

“The guy you have to meet!”

“Okay. Can we meet tomorrow?” I asked as I turned around and started to put my key into the door’s lock.

“Yeah sure. Tomorrow at Francis. Okay.” The Jamaican driver exclaimed.

“Okay at about 10:00 in the morning.” I said.

“Okay, bye!” the man replied as he opened his taxi door and got in.

 

The man drove away. I didn’t know I was supposed to be meeting anyone. Had Grandpa planned this? I left my guessing until the morning. I figured I would find out tomorrow.

 

 

[Build Up Your Gang]

Hi,

 

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devilrock28 - 12th Stroy

Leone Family Mafia

$29

$1257 + $29 = $1286

Nice ending with Pepe, you'll see him soon though

 

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Keep the stories coming everyone.

 

People thinking of joining: just ask

 

Also, we're having a clean up of inactive members so get your stories posted now. We'll PM inactive people and give them 2 days to reply and then wipe them from the topic.

 

rated and updated by mark-2007

[Stefan.]

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CHAPTER 3: The Deed

 

5:55 p.m.

Monday 1st April 1993

 

It was cold, freakin' cold. A storm was coming, or so said the weather reporter. The wind was chilly, yet luckily I was wearing a hoody. I could see them; the OGFs, playing basketball. I tightly gripped my Colt. 45, in my back pocket, and I knelt down, pretending to tie my shoelaces. Of course, I was just lining up my shot. The three turned around, looked at me, then kept on playing. Perfect, I thought, they didn't even flinch.

 

I looked around for possible reinforcements. No, I thought, why would a gang like the OGF have reinforcements? My gun was loaded, with about 15 bullets, which should be enough. I had to do this quickly, Steven, so don't stuff up.

 

My hands trembled as I fired the first shot. The tellest OGF fell to the ground quickly as my gun recoiled. The bullet pierced right through his chest; surely he was dead. The two guys slowly turned around, as I lined up the next one. Bang, and he fell. Wow, this is easier than I thought it would be. Just one more, Steven, make it work.

 

Come on, man, come on. I fired, I shot, but...I missed. I fired again, this time piercing his left shoulder. I took another precautionary shot, and shot him right through the temples. Yes, that was it. That's it! I've gotten them back! Yes! Although, of course, things like this just don't go away like that. This meant war, of course, and as night (and the storm) approached, I found myself stuck right in the heart of OGF territory in Willowfield. My only field of escape was the flood control channel.

 

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Can the Ballas declare war on the Orange Grove Families, please? Can I also purchase a Shotgun for the Ballas, please?

[GTASA_passer]

Chapter nineteen: Again for the which time

 

I woke up with a wound on my head, at first I couldn’t see. Oh man, I know what this means. Kidnapped, f*cking again! As my view was getting sharper, I got through all the locations I was kidnapped to. The only one left was the sunny Vice city. One, two, three, I want to be in Vice city. Once my eyesight was sharp as a knife, my wish came true! Well, I wasn’t really happy for being kidnapped again but at least I know where I am. The wound was pissing me off! Like someone was PISSING on IT! A guy walked to me and said : “Man, are you OK?” “No,” I said. “Come on, ill’ get you to the hospital”. He took me to the hospital, I didn’t even have time to thank him when I was already inside the hospital.

 

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A little intro to a new part of my story...

[GhostGlendale]

 

 

Chapter 6: Liberty City

 

I suddenly woke up in a hotel room. Somebody woke me. It seemed like someone i know.

It was Luke.

 

„John! Get up! We got work to do!“

 

„What work? And how did i get here?“

 

„ We need to kill a guy thats on witness protection. He saw some of the Leone guys packing

Drugs in a truck! And you got here by yourself, don't you remember?“

 

„No...“

 

„ Oh right, you were knocked out, again. Ok now! No time for chit-chat! Let's go.“

 

We started runing towards the parking lot.

 

„We'll take my car! Follow me!“ I said, running as fast as i could.

 

We ran down and entered the car.

 

"Where to?" I said turning the engine on.

 

"Chinatown."

 

I started driving fast. When we came there, i saw a car that was slowly followed by the police.

 

"John! I'll take out his guards! Take this desert eagle, with it you can kill the witness from a safe distance."

 

He exited the car and went on a house. I pulled over and ran up to him. He started aiming at the police. He shot a guy, the driver.

Of course, it was the back car so no one noticed. I ran over to a building that was far away. I had to prone or someone will spot me. When i aimed, Luke got rid of the other car.

Now it was up to me to finish the job. When i was ready to shoot, Luke threw a molotov bomb on the vechicle. It blewn the vechicle's tires, which damaged the motor. Then, the motor exploded and destroyed the van. We had walkie-talkies so he told me,

 

"I got to go now, keep the desert eagle."

 

Luke ran down and took a car from the street. He drove away.

 

"What do we have here?" Said a strange voice that was coming closer.

 

"Who are you?!"

 

"Detective Moen is my name..."

 

"F*ck! The cops!"

 

"Ye, and you are under arrest for massive murder. Come with me now mister...?"

 

"John you b*tch!"

 

We went down to the nearest jail house. They took all of my weapons and belogings. They gave me stinky prison clothes and put me in the solitary confinment.

 

It was bad. I didn't have anyone nor anything to talk to. I was bored to hell. Who knows what will happen next...

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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Sorry for being inactive.

[autotheftisgrand]

Chapter 4: Burned Rubber

 

The smell of gasoline fills the air. Every gang in Los Santos had a truce for this event. Finally, the day has come for the races. It was eleven in the evening when the people started flocking together towards the top of Verdant Bluffs by the Observatory. All kinds of people were all in here; rich kids flashing of there pimped up Slamvans, the Tornados and Voodoos of the Vagos and the Aztecas, Dope pushin' Ballas with their lame a*s Majestics; and of course Grove Street and us.

 

As JD pointed out the route yesterday, which was Verdant Bluff all the way to the Santa Maria Pier, "Immediatley stay to the right when your coming from the bend at Prolaps." I was ready for this race, I spent last week tuning and test driving the Blade for this event. After all $5000 isn't chump change.

 

All was good, until the race organizer in his car called out for the drivers. "All racers get into your cars and follow me to the starting line." Just then some Ballas hollered "Yo betta get ya dope as* car as fast as you can bro' I doubt it if it can even make to tha finish!" My urges for breaking the truce was getting to it's extent. "Don't worry about him bruh, you can make his as* kiss you goodbye" as Dre patted my back.

 

So I got in my car and drove down the winding roads of Verdant Bluffs. As soon as we had made our positions, which was determined by whoever came first on Verdant Bluffs, we soon realized that two cars weren't in there spots.

 

After at least ten minutes of waiting, they finally came. I saw a nicely painted Savanna in which a Latino was driving in. After that, to my surprise, CJ was in the next car who came in.

 

"So everybody hear? Y'all know the route now k? It's from here to the end of the Santa Maria Pier!" yelled the organizer as we were revving our engines.

 

Then some pretty fly girl went in front of our pack and yelled, "OK!!! READY!!! SET!!! GO!!!" as we left her behind the dust.

 

As we came to the first bend, the car beside me crashed into a frickin' Ballas car, too bad for him, the guy was from Vagos. I accelerated faster then turned to the right again. Sh*t, CJ passed me as we sped past the donut shop. There were only five cars now: Me, CJ's, Ballas, that Latino guy's and some rich kid whom I see whenever I got out of the house when I was in Richman.

 

We were almost at the tunnel goin' out of Los Santos when I hear a fu*kin' explosion behind me. It was that Ballas car, it hit a trailer full of gas. I heard CJ shout against the wind "Man! That sh*ts real f*cked up!"

 

Finally we were on the turn by the ProLaps shop. I was in third place as CJ and the Vagos ese were in front of me. I listened to JD's advice by goin' to the right by the road.

 

Sh*t, sh*t was right for what happened. A frickin' bomb blew up by the wall to the left side. By the time I got a glimpse of what happened, I only saw the wreckage of the car and some blown off bits of skin. What the hell happened? Was this race a trap?

 

So we were only three left. As we went straight down the Santa Maria Pier, I tried my best to get past CJ, but to no avail. I lost, but hey, $2500 and not being blown to bits was a good deal.

 

We got off our cars and asked what the hell is goin' on with this race

 

"Yo Cesar! What in f*ck's name happened back there!" as CJ yelled furiously to the Latino guy who came third. "I don't know man! some frickin' creeps musta have set up this race" said the Latino, whom I'm guessing by now his name is Cesar. "CJ! I know this is weird but JD said to me that to stay at the right when the bomb went off!" as I was frightingly yellin' for my life back to what was happening. "Hmm... maybe he knows something, come on, let's get back tha Verdant Bluffs." CJ said while going back to his car with a concerned face.

 

So we went back to the starting line. When all of a sudden we hear gunfire on the Observatory.

 

"Sh*t ese! what the hell is happenin'?" Cesar's voice suddenly sound so weak.

"I don't know man, let's check it out. Everybody gotta a piece?" asked CJ. "Yeah." we both shouted in unison. "Come on homies, let's go." As I revved up my car.

 

When we got there it was a full blown gangwar....

 

TO BE CONTINUED

Edited April 12, 2008 by autotheftisgrand

[Build Up Your Gang]

Hi everyone,

 

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Stefan. - 4th story

Ballas

$31

$298 + $31 = $329

 

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GTASA_passer - 19th story

Grove Street Families

$21

$735 + $21 = $756

 

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GhostGlendale - 7th Story

Grove Street Families

$26

$756 + $26 = $782

 

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autotheftisgrand - 5th story

Grove Street Families

$39

+ $100 for a fifth story - congrats

$782 + $39 = $821

$821 + $100 = $921

 

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Well done everyone, thanks for the stories.

 

@Stefan.: For a gang war you and 1 member of the Grove Street Families writers will have to agree between yourselves, and notify the BUYG account, 5 different things you want kept (story characters, stuff like that - read the first post for further details). Then you both have one story to write about the war. Whoever writes the best story with the most clear, realistic outcome wins. StruffBunstridge can participate too as long as another GSF writer is in it too.

 

Let the GANG WARS BEGIN!

 

rated and updated by mark-2007

[Lochie_old]

Hi all,

 

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~PhusioN~ - 11th Story

Russian Mafia

$46

$323 + $46 = $369

 

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johnson. - 2nd Story

Southside Hoods

$54

$91 + $54 = $145

 

Keep the stories coming everyone

 

rated and updated by mark-2007

Hey Mark, did you edit this one aswell?

 

If not I'll add it in.

[GTASA_passer]

Chapter twenty: Bonus of the casino

 

I was patched up, now standing in front of the hospital. After I checked my pockets, I realized my 1,000,000$ stake from the casino was still in my pocket. On a credit card of course. A commercial truck went by and reminded me that I need a house and a car. I took a cab to sunshine autos and bought a Voodoo, next was a house. Starfish island was the perfect place for that, I bought a little mansion and some food. Parked my Voodoo in my garage and went inside. Everything happened so quick, these few days searching for a house seemed like only one day, strange. Now, I needed to join a gang. But which one? The Vercetti family of course. Tomorrow I am going to join them. Now ill go to sleep.

 

 

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Ill choose the Stuntplane as my 20th story bonus vehicle.

[Rhoda]

Unfortunately, I go away for a week tomorrow, so I hope radicell keeps Da Nang alive. See you all when I get back chaps.

[Build Up Your Gang]

@Masterkraft: Have a nice holiday, hope to see you back soon.

 

@GTASApasser: I'm not going to even consider grading that. Its just a paragraph, Mark was kind enough to Mark (Hehehe.) your intro, but don't think your going to get away with just writing about 7 lines then expecting over $20 and another number added to your story count.

 

Re-write it and add more length to it, theres barely anything for me to even give an estimate of how much its worth.

 

~Phusion

[GTASA_passer]

Chapter twenty: Bonus of the casino

 

I was patched up, now standing in front of the hospital. After I checked my pockets, I realized my 1,000,000$ stake from the casino was still in my pocket. On a credit card of course. A commercial truck went by and reminded me that I need a house and a car. I took a cab to sunshine autos and bought a Voodoo, next was a house. Starfish island was the perfect place for that, I bought a little mansion and some food. Parked my Voodoo in my garage and went inside. Everything happened so quick, these few days searching for a house seemed like only one day, strange. Now, I needed to join a gang. But which one? The Vercetti family of course. Tomorrow I am going to join them. Now ill go to sleep.

 

 

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NEXT DAY

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It was a rainy and cloudy morning. Raindrops were going down my windows fast like bullets. It’s those rainy mornings that don’t get you in a good mood when you wake up. Everything was different. I didn’t got up for the smell of coffee, or breakfast. Now I realized what was missing, it was the hotel staff. But I didn’t have time for that now. Instead, I ate breakfast and got in my good clothes. My Voodoo was in front. The Vercetti base was across my house so I didn’t have to go with my car. Some guys welcomed me and when I told them what I want, they took me to Mr. Vercetti. His office wasn’t huge, yet it was simple and cool.

“So, you want to join us? We do need new men, but I have to know something about your past so I can think about your acceptation,” he said

“I am a member of the LS GSF and the LC Leones, I got those two gangs together. I got kidnapped to here a few days ago. I bought a house and a car with my casino stake money. Now I live in the mansion across yours,” I answered.

“Hmm, not bad kid, what’s your name?”

“Luke.”

“OK Luke, you are accepted. This was fast but your history said much. You will find some weapons in the armory downstairs. Take it and go home. I will call you when it’s time.”

“Thank you Mr. Vercetti.”

I went downstairs as he told me. There was a door, it said armory. When I opened it, I was like WTF! Stashes of M16s, Tec9s, Shotguns and some bulletproof vests. I took one of each and got home. But where to put the guns, that was a problem. The safe! I put them in the safe and went to pimp my Voodoo. There was a mod shop not so far away from here. I told the man to give it Vinyl’s , NOS, and bodywork. Then I went home and rested. Waiting for my car and a call.

 

 

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Ya happy now? Ill take the Stuntplane as bonus vehicle.

[autotheftisgrand]

I would like to buy the MP5, gonna use it for the next story

[johnson.]

Hi all,

 

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~PhusioN~ - 11th Story

Russian Mafia

$46

$323 + $46 = $369

 

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johnson. - 2nd Story

Southside Hoods

$54

$91 + $54 = $145

 

Keep the stories coming everyone 

 

rated and updated by mark-2007

Hey Mark, did you edit this one aswell?

 

If not I'll add it in.

I personally did my own editing, and bought new weapons.

 

Desert Eagle & Combat Shotgun.

[GTASA_passer]

Since the rewards were changed i will take the BF Injection as my bonus vehicle.

[Build Up Your Gang]

Hi everyone,

 

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GTASA_passer - 20th story

Grove Street Families

$19

$921 + $19 = $940

Don't take this to mean this story was worse than your 19th, I'm rating this lower because I think I was too easy on you last time, in reality your 19th story was barely worth $10. This one was an improvement but still a bit simplistic. He managed to buy a house quite quickly, joined the Vercetti gang very quickly and also please don't put WTF in any more of your stories ("When I opened it, I was like WTF!")

BF Injection now available for the GSF

$100 for a multiple of 5 story count

$940 + $100 = $1040

 

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autotheftisgrand

Grove Street Families

MP5 purchased

$1040 - $90 = $950

 

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Daily incomes for Alcohol Distilleries

Last take was the 9th so this counts the 10th, 11th 12th and 13th (today) - so four days.

 

$40 each for:

 

Colombian Cartel

$103 + $40 = $143

 

Da Nang Boys

$820 + $40 = $860

 

Grove Street Families

$950 + $40 = $990

 

The Triads

$158 + $40 = $198

 

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Keep the stories coming, take time writing and thinking them through though.

 

Notice: The 20 stories reward has been cut from a vehicle worth $600 to a vehicle worth $500 so that no aeroplanes are available.

 

rated and updated by mark-2007

Edited April 13, 2008 by Build Up Your Gang

[Lochie_old]

I've changed too V-Rock Hotel.

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Russian Mafia: V-Rock Hotel: New Life.

I took a long draft from my cigar, I put my feet up onto my new desk, it was made of mahogany with some very nice grain in it. I had laptop in front of me as I browsed the web waiting for Jon's return, a nice young Asian girl on webcam wanted to "get personal" with me, I clicked the link and followed the webpages. A knock on my brand new doors interrupted my personal time with my new Asian friend, I got up and poured myself a glass of scotch and put my cigar behind my ear, another knock came and echoed through my office,

 

"Derek, are you in there?" the voice from the other side queried,

"Certainly am, please come on in." I responded,

 

Jon and Eric walked into the room with a suitcase, they put it on my desk and popped the locks; I opened it up and looked inside, bundles of $100 dollar bills lined the interior.

 

"I assume we won't be hearing much complaints from these shopkeepers?" I asked, grinning.

"Of course not, although we do need a cleaner over at motor inn we hit." Eric said, pressing a bloody towel against his head, "We encountered some... Trouble with the Leones."

"As long as everyone isn't dead." I laughed, I pulled my cigar out from between my ears and puffed on it, I took a sip from my glass of scotch,

 

"Drink anyone?" I said, shaking my glass.

"Yes please." they both chorused, we spent the rest of the night drinking and watching porn on the internet.

 

The next morning I woke up in my penthouse. Recently with all the money from weapon dealing, we had been able to expand our business, Peter bought the V-Rock hotel and put me in charge of the business, this was our front for robbery. My phone went off,

 

"Where are you Derek? The Vice City and Liberty City families have arrived at the airport." Peter had rang,

"Don't worry, I sent over Jon to get them. When will you be here?" I asked,

"About 7 pm tonight, we've got something else to take care of, have the feast ready." he hung up. I put on my finest suit, made sure all the rooms had been made for our visitors and walked downstairs to the breakfeast bar. They were about half an hour away so I had enough time to eat some pancakes and make my speech was ready. The families had all flown down to check out the latest acquisition, and I had to welcome them and show them around. They would be staying here for a week, after that I would start organizing the bank robbery. I walked out into the hotel lobby, three cars pulled up and men with suitcases and sunglasses jumped out, I recognized one straight away,

 

"Jarker!" I embraced him, I hadn't seem in a year.

"Derek, how are things holding up?" he smiled, he removed his glasses and a scar revealed itself over his eye.

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[johnson.]

Rep Yo Set Homie Pt.3 'Training Day'

$outh$ideHoodz, Wichita Gardenz.

'Don't Get It Twizted!!'

 

I walked down the front steps of the apartment, Adam was waiting for me. I slapped hands with him.

"They all around the corner at the courts waiting for us" He said

"Alright, I need you to go pick up some sh*t for us" I started to explain. I reached into my pocket and pulled out two stacks of cash and handed them to Adam.

"Theres a guy Uptown I need you go see, he's got some heaters for us. You'll find him down at the eastside docks. Take the rumpo and pick up our stuff." I added, tossing Adam keys to a Rumpo we had. "Call me when you've got the strap" I finished, Adam nodded slapped hands with me and walked off to the parking lot. I peered down at the time on my cellphone '8:57

 

I walked around the corner of the building and into the back. A group of guys, some of them looked familiar, others I never met before. All of them stood in the basketball court. Jamel and Tyrel stood off to the side. I walked over to them, slapped hands with Jamel and Tyrel. I looked over at the small gang

"How many we got?" I asked

"8, heavy motherf*cks too" Tyrel explained

"These niggas down for whatever?" I asked Tyrel

"Yea, these dude don't f*ck around" Tyrel replied, laughing.

"Yo Jamel go get the bats" I ordered. Just then one from the group walked over to me.

 

"Yo what up 'L'," He greeted

"T.T? that you homie?" I slapped hands with him, "sh*t guy, it's been to long. What you been up too"

"Trying to get my damn gangsta on, but those damn Nines kept frontin" He replied, I had known T.T since I was young. We went to school together and would sometimes chill together.

"I know what you mean yo, but hopefully all of ya'll is down to get rid of the problem" I asked

"Yea, yeah. I asked all these niggas, they down to take the hood back."

 

As the minutes passed, I had introduced myself to all the guy I didn't know. And caught up with all the homies I knew. We chilled in the courts for a another hour. A few of them went off to the store and came back with 40z. We all started drinking shootin the sh*t getting to know eachother. We exchanged our phone numbers so we could link up. Tyrel rolled up a few blunts and passed that around the group. I looked down at the time '11:15'. I walked over to a few bins that I had sent Jamel to get, I pulled the lids off and grabbed a wad of baseball bats and dropped them all on the cement. I then kicked the bin over, a few bats tumbled out of it and rolled onto the cement. Everyone looked at me, I grabbed a duffle bag that was on the bleachers and pulled out red bandanas. Smiles started to cross everyones face.

 

"Everyone grab a bat and a flag" I ordered, everyone quickly shuffled around grabbing a bat and a bandana. My cell phone rang in my pocket. I pulled it out and awnsered.

"Yo man, it's Adam. I'm on my way back."

"Aight yo, hurry you're ass up"

"Time for all of you to all prove yourselves to us... That you got what it takes to be a 'Red Jack', Tonight were gonna beat down some 'Purple Nines'." Everyone started shouting, we were all intoxicated, sitting on clouds. Were we ready to f*ck anything up.

 

"Jamel... Tyrel both of you take 2 guys with ya and go beat down any Purple Nine you see. I'll take 4 of them in one of our Rumpos, we'll be hittin them with the Uzi's. Call me if you guys need back up." I told T.T and three others to stay back. We walked over to one of the Rumpos we used. I opened the back doors and cracked open two crates.

"Help yourselves boys" I said handing T.T and Uzi and some ammo. The other grabbed there gats and strapped up.

"T.T sit upfront with me, you guys leave the back doors open and shoot from the back" I ordered, climbing into the truck.

 

I stopped the Rumpo at a Red Light, A old Idaho pulled up next to the van. I looked out my window down at the old car. It was painted purple with a grey top. I looked at the passenger. Wearing a Black cap on, a purple bandana tied around his face He was also wearing a white T-shirt. But one thing that caught my eye was his bling-bling around his neck. I looked over a T.T,

"Take Jerome with you, sneak around jack this whip." I ordered, T.T climbed out the pasenger seat and walked around behind the truck. I looked up at the red light, then stared into my sideview mirror. T.T helped Jerome out the back of the van. They crouched down. I turned and shouted into the back.

"Be ready to jump out and cap these niggas" I tied my bandana around my face, looked into my rearview and stepped on the gas cutting infront of the Idaho and slammed on the breaks.

Both the driver and the passenger reacted to this by climbing out of the car and yelling. T.T and Jerome crept up the side of the car and opened the doors. T.T grabbed the driver while Jerome grabbed the passenger, They threw both of them to the ground the two Jacks sitting in the back of the Rumpo hoped out of my truck and began shooting at the passenger and the driver. T.T and Jerome jumped into the Idaho and backed up. The two Jacks then jumped back into my truck. I threw the Rumpo into gear and began speeding off. T.T close behind.

 

We drove around for a few minutes, T.T still following me, My cell phone rang, it was Tyrel.

"Yo man, we just got some info outta this punk ass nine. Apparently a jam is happening at the park tonight... a bunch of there niggas is going" He shouted

"Alright check it, heres the plan. Meet Jamel back at the blocks and wait for us" as soon as I hung up my phone rang again this time it was Adam.

"I'm 5 minutes away, meet me at the garages" I agreed and hung up. We stopped at a red light. T.T came up around side of the Rumpo.

"Head back to the Blocks" I ordered.

 

When we drove to the garages, Adam was already there. He sat in the truck smoking a cigarette. Everyone jumped out of the Rumpo, I climbed out and walked over to the back of Adams truck. I opened the doors, crates were piled into the back. I grabbed one and dropped it on the ground. I pulled the top off and pulled off a layer of hay. A few Combat Shotguns and Desert Eagle were piled into it. I pulled them out and handed them to my new soldiers.

Jamel and Tyrel showed up.

"Check out the new cannons homie..." I boasted swining the shotgun over my shoulder.

"Holyy sh*t where'd you get the cash for this" Tyrel said, shocked.

"Off that punk ass nine we capped the other night"

"There goes the neighborhood"

 

I had everyone help unload the crates into the storage garages, after unloading the new gear. Everyone began picking up a weapon and some ammo. I spoke with Adam, Tyrel and Jamel.

"So whats happening?" Jamel asked

"Were hitting the Purple Nines..." Tyrel said "Some sh*ts going down at the park, a bunch of them are down there" He finished.

"We just got some new heat, we'll f*ck them up good" Adam added

"Heres the plan" I said "Adam you ride with me in the Idaho we just picked up, Tyrel... Jamel you take a Rumpo, load them up with the recruits. This is how they're gonna prove themselves. We go down to the party at the park. And hit them with everything we got." I said, everyone nodded there head.

 

Tyrel and Jamel and their recruits jumped into their own seperate Rumpo.

Me and Adam climbed into the Idaho. Purple swade interior, new sound system. White dice hung from the rearview mirror. The Idaho also had some clean dubs on it. No doubt about it, we jacked some Purple Nine pimps.

"Check this out" Adam said waving a wad of cash in the air.

"where the f*ck did you find that?" i asked

"glove compartment" he replied.

 

I texted Tyrel and Jamel to cruise around the streets for the next half an hour. I rolled the window down and turned the car radio up. I looked at the time, '12:51 am'. Me and Adam were gonna check out the park first.

We would then call Tyrel and Jamel to come shake up the party.

The night... was just getting started

 

to be continued...

 

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Prices will be changed tommorow.

Edited April 14, 2008 by johnson.

[Build Up Your Gang]

johnson here.

!NEW! WEAPONS! Added to the front page.

Prices have also changed for weapons.

 

Also the prices for drug assets, buisnesses and drugs should be done by tommorow.

 

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@~Phusion~: Switched. Not a bad story, $37

$323 + $37 = $360

 

If someone can kindly grade my story.

eazy homies.

Edited April 14, 2008 by Build Up Your Gang