Chain Story (Reboot)

[svanderman]

Yay page 10!

 

D.

 

Dwayne had learnt that a nice fat Bleeder could cure any wound, back in Liberty City. There happened to be a Burger Shot just a couple of blocks away. Dwayne walked outside with his pistol ready to shoot. No Vagos seemed to be around. "At least the Spanish Kings have the balls to face you after doing a drive-by," Dwayne mumbled. "I miss LC."

 

~

 

"Roomservice, mr. Corneally!" Dryden walked towards his hotelroom's door, still high on painkillers and drunk on whiskey. He opened the door and saw two men dressed in black. They said a vaguely familiar line. Dryden couldn't understand it, thanks to a mix of the drugs and the tasers the guys were using on him. Dryden blacked out.

 

~

 

Ron was playing poker in his trailer with Wade, Cletus, and some other hilbilly when Trevor shouted his name from his trailer. "I'll be right back. Wade, make sure noone looks at my cards." Ron hurried towards Trevor's trailer. "Trevor? Can I come in?" Trevor didn't answer, so Ron decided to come in anyway. He opened the door and looked around. No Trevor. He heard a voice whispering behind him. "You're disappearing into the shadows..."

 

"Come on Wade, let me look at those cards!" Cletus said. "No way! Ron told me to watch his cards, so I will," Wade answered. Cletus sighed. "If you do-" He was interrupted by a knock on the trailer's door. "I'll get it!" Wade shouted. Cletus looked at the other hillbilly and grinned.

 

"Uh oh," Wade said after opening the door. Why?

A. Trevor was standing outside with blood on his clothes.

B. Ron was lying outside unconscious.

C. There were two guys dressed in black with tasers.

D. He saw a note on the door.

E. The icecream he was eating was melting quickly.

Edited November 28, 2015 by svanderman

[Fallcreek]

Nice, you guys passed the original V Chain Story in terms of posts.

 

C.

 

Two men clad in expensive Dider Sachs suits loomed over Wade.

 

"Ca-Can I help you guys?" Wade sputtered out as he exchanged looks between the two intimidating men.

The man standing to Wade's left curled his lips and glared at the Juggalo with penetrating eyes. "Are you alone?"

Wade's eyes darted around. "N-No, I-I don't think so."

The man standing to Wade's right cut in. "You don't think so?"

"I-I mean no. I'm alone here."

 

The two men looked at each other for a few seconds and then exchanged nods. The man standing to Wade's right turned around to go loiter near the front fence as the man to Wade's left pushed him into the small trailer.

 

"He-Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Wade asked, trying to raise his voice.

 

Ignoring his question, the man shot his hand out towards Wade's feeble throat and grabbed a hold with a firm grip. Wade tried to pry off the man's iron grip but it was futile as the man quickly placed his right foot behind Wade's left foot and then forcefully pushed him down to the dusty floor boards.

 

"St-op" Wade pleaded desperately.

 

The man dug his hand into his blazer and retrieved his taser. With a few swift movements, the man dug the taser into Wade's rib cage and pulled the trigger. Wade body locked up as 50,000 volts ran through his body.

After the "struggle", the man holstered his taser and then took one last look around the trailer before carrying Wade's body out of the trailer.

 

As the man walked out, he exchanged a devious look with the other man who was standing near a white Burrito. "Did he put up a fight?"

The other man chuckled. "Take a guess."

The man glanced at Wade's twiggy body and then smiled. "I'll take that as a 'No',"

 

The man standing next to the white Burrito opened up the back door to reveal an unconscious Trevor and Ron. "Just put him in between those freaks."

The other man nodded and then swung Wade's body into the back and then slammed both doors.

 

~ ~ ~

 

"Wake up.."

 

A voice of feminine origin rang through Dryden's head as he sluggishly regained his senses.

 

"sh*t, wake up."

 

Dryden exhaled a breath.

 

"I'm up." He said gruffly.

"You don't look up" The woman noted, looking at Dryden as he was sprawled out on the dusty concrete floor.

Keeping his eyes closed, Dryden expelled a long winded sigh and rolled over. "f*ck off with the f*cking wise cracks, I'm not feeling so good."

The woman blinked and gave a slow nod. "I figured as much. I tried waking you up earlier but it was to no avail."

"Avail.." Dryden whispered, a subtle mockery of her choice of words. "What're you? A pseudo-intellect? Who says that?"

The woman sighed. "Christ, do you even know where you are?"

Dryden shook his head. "No.. I barely even remember what happened yesterday. I know I was having a little party with my lonesome when suddenly.."

 

Dryden went quiet as he tried to remember what happened.

 

"When suddenly..?" The woman repeated slowly.

"When suddenly.. There was a knock.." Dryden said slowly. He furrowed his eyebrows. "I-I can't remember anything else."

"I see.." The woman stated, trying to understand. "I think you better open your eyes.."

 

Dryden sighed and then slowly opened his eyes to reveal a flickering light that was suspended over him. He cautiously pulled himself upwards and looked down at his clothes. He was covered in dirt but everything else seemed intact, albeit he was missing his leather jacket. He noticed that his watch was missing, instead there was a mysterious bracelet in place of it. It was coloured orange..

 

"What the hell..?"

 

He then looked up and scanned the room. He quickly came to realize that he was locked in a cell that was visibly aged. The concrete walls and floor were riddled with cracks and the floor was laden with dust. The jail bars looked solid but they were rusted with a dark brown tinge. Dryden then shifted his focus onto the woman. Her auburn hair was done up in a pony tail with her bangs parted down in the middle. She also wore a maroon leather jacket over a white cotton button up.

 

"What the hell is this place?" Dryden inquired.

"Your guess is as good as mine." She replied grimly as she looked at him. "What's your name?"

"Call me 'Dryden'. "

" 'Dryden' Huh.. Interesting name. Mine's Claire."

 

What Next?

1) We stick with Dryden and Claire when suddenly the cell door opens automatically.

2) We cut to Trevor, Ron and Wade as they regain consciousness somewhere else in the seemingly vacant Prison.

3) We cut to Dwayne as he's sitting in Burger Shot in Los Santos, reminiscing over Liberty City.

4) We cut to Achban as his plane finally touches down at L.S.I.A.

5) We cut to Michael as he's watching Weazel News on his projector.

Edited November 29, 2015 by Fallcreek

[Corndawg93]

3) We cut to Dwayne as he's sitting in Burger Shot in Los Santos, reminiscing over Liberty City.

 

Here we have Dwayne sitting down in a corner booth of burger shot by him self when he gets to thinking about Liberty City

(Dwayne's mind) Man Liberty City is a sh*t hole

We leave Dwayne to enjoy his burger to follow....

Who do we follow next???

1) Wade

2) Simions nethew with the twitch

3) Jock Cranley

4) Michael

5) Lamar

Edited November 29, 2015 by Corndawg93

[slimeball supreme]

4.

 

"Gang Tensions across the West, Midwest, and South of the United States have experienced major rises - as gangs like the Ballas, Vagos and Families make desperate ploys for territory in cities like Los Santos and Cottonmouth. Meanwhile - the efforts of mysterious pseudo-paramilitary organisation The Shadow have strengthened in Carcer City, turning the already devastated city in the Mid West into an absolute war field. We can only see the Liberals to blame."

 

Michael switched the channel. More fear mongering by Weazel, as usual. Their recent 'Super Gang Weekend' had already seen massive ratings boosts as they desperately tried to tell this ridiculously quickly evolving story. Gangs all over the US had been nabbing at each other, attempting to make grabs for turf in cities where they didn't even have any.

 

Michael didn't care for that, though. What he did care for was CNT's Hot Documentary Night, now playing the incredible 'I Married My Dad', a gripping story about the average life of a normal person in Mississippi. Heartwarming - Michael had gotten to the part about a funny rally about crosses and white hats when the doorbell rang.

 

"f*ck this." Michael grunted as he put his plate of store-bought pre-cooked roasted chicken on the coffee table, then got up and opened the door. Unfortunately, what responded was in fact a very threatening man with a baton, a blue suit with a gold painted name tag, and a tear drop tattoo.

 

Suddenly, Michaels world went black.

 

~

Achban let the warm silence of the plane end as it landed on the runway. He had an experimental weapon, a skip in his step, a half eaten burger, and a mind full of questions. Same as usual.

 

Shadow briefing as he got off was quick and fluent. Achban was taught about the importance of turning the safety off, plus a quick run through of safe sex because of 'constant demand'. As fast as it began, it ended. Achban was escorted to a black limousine by two threatening men who had shouted at some tourists earlier. Average day in Los Santos.

 

Inside the limo, it was a lot more bare bones than his transport in Carcer. A small minibar, a bookshelf instead of a stripper pole, and no martinis - just a packet of no-brand cigarettes and a cup of lukewarm coffee. Not that Achban got to experience any of this.

 

As he was being brought to the car, the men stopped him.

 

"Bro - I know we're on a tight schedule and all, but I need to borrow a ciggy, I'm jonesing hard." This was said by the taller of the two, a Latino man with an impressive collection of tattoos.

"Uh, sure." Achban muttered. "No problem."

"You are a f*cking LIFE SAVER, okay?" The man said. "LIFE SAVER."

***

Suddenly, as Achban reaches into his pocket,

 

A. The men make a big scene, getting the attention of some men in gang colors.

B. A police officer approaches the trio, with a quizzical look on his face.

C. Achban gets the cigarettes, but they're the wrong brand.

D. A car bomb goes off.

E. Gunshots are fired randomly from almost every direction at the three - mercenary work.

[Carbonox]

*post about Dwayne*

Thought you might wanna know that the Dwayne in this CS is not Dwayne Forge from IV.

[combustion]

10 pages! Never knew this thread could survive for long

[Corndawg93]

 

*post about Dwayne*

Thought you might wanna know that the Dwayne in this CS is not Dwayne Forge from IV.Really, I didn't know that

 

Edit: Fixed

Edited November 29, 2015 by Corndawg93

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D.

 

A car bomb placed in one of the Karin Intruder escort vehicle goes off, killing all of the Los Santos Shadow henchmen. Luckily for Achban, he survived. Knowing that he can still kill Trevor pleased him. The explosion threw Achban off the ground, and he lay in the floor. While trying to get back up, he placed his right palm on what seemed to be a burning part of the debris. He controlled his screams as he desperately tried to save his strong hand.

 

The hand had changed colour, was paining; he had burnt his hand. Achban then though of running indoors, but later decided the best thing to do is to play dead. That way, the attackers would probably guess that he too was killed in the explosion and won't bother with sending a search and assault party to the location. He hid behind the burning remains of the limo, initially writhing in pain, and later acting dead.

----

 

"Mission accomplished!" Two people fistbumped each other. Both of them were excited after their success. They had taken out a criminal organisation through a small unambitious car bomb, yet managed to kill everyone and leave no survivors. Or that's what they thought.

 

"Right dude, we got rid of this Shadow guys M was talkin' about. We need to locate their base next and take 'em out too." A short man replied.

 

"It'll be done, Frank." His accomplice replied.

 

Franklin led Packie to his Buffalo S and drove Packie home. Mission Passed, for them.

----

 

"Psst... hey, Trevor! Trevor! Boss! Wake up, boss!" Ron tried to wake Trevor up, but all his efforts were in vain. All he knew was he is in the rear compartment of a Burrito, and two men who kidnapped him were busy listening to Los Santos Rock Radio. They were unaware that Ron had regained consciousness.

 

Ron tried waking Wade up to, but faced the same result. Not knowing what to do next. he went to sleep. He felt the dirty and messy Burrito to be somewhat comfortable.

 

But he was woken up after some time.

 

"Wake up you old f**k!" Trevor held Ron's face by the chin and was shaking it in an attempt to wake him up.

 

Ron immediately got up. He made sure to glance at the kidnappers while doing so. The driver was distracted, and the other guy was fully immersed in the world of rock music.

 

"We need to get out of here. I got a plan. When I say 'RUN!', make sure you grab Wade and get the hell out of this stinking van." Trevor said.

 

"But boss, we need some info on why we are being taken hostage..."

 

"There's a bag with these guys, it will probably have all the information. Now do as I say." Trevor whispered to Ron and moved his hand towards his crotch.

 

Ron was disgusted. "It isn't the time, boss."

 

Trevor did not reply. Luckily for Ron, Trevor did not unzip his pants. He'd already done it before. Trevor instead, reached for a warm and full Burger Shot bucket. Ron saw some yellow liquid in that bucket and forced himself not to think about that. Holding the bucket in his hand, Trevor slowly sneaked behind the driver. Ron closed his eyes, as Trevor threw all the 'stuff' at the driver. The driver let go of the steering wheel, apparently he was doused in some warm yellow disgusting fluid. The white Burrito lost pace and crashed into a trailer truck, sending the other man flying out of the windshield, killing him on impact.

 

"RUN!" Trevor yelled, and grabbed the taser from the dashboard and sent massive amounts of electricity to the driver, killing him too. He grabbed the briefcase and makes a run for safety.

 

Ron carried Wade to the other side of the freeway, and Trevor soon joined them. Trevor had brought the briefcase.

 

"What's inside, Trevor?" Ron asked his boss.

 

Trevor opened the briefcase and finds-

1. A remote-controlled explosive device.

2. The Shadow's documents about Trevor's heist.

3. 'How to bake a cake' instruction kit.

4. An Adult magazine collection.

5. The Briefcase is empty.

[svanderman]

2.

 

"Seem to be some files, Ronald. I'll read them once we get back to Sandy Shores", Trevor said. "But boss, don't you think tha-" "WHO THE F*CK PUT YOU IN CHARGE, MHM? I'll read them later." Trevor put the files back in the suitcase and closed it.

 

~

 

"So, Claire, why am I here?" Dryden asked the woman he was sharing his cell with. She grinned. "If only I knew... I've been here for 2 months now. I had another cellmate but he tried to escape." "And did he?" Dryden asked. Claire nodded at a dead body lying just outside the cell. "I guess that's a no."

 

A muscled man dressed in black approached the cell. "Mr. Corneally? Please put your hands behind your back and face towards the window. Mrs. Little, please step back." Dryden knew he was being watched, so decided to play along for a while. He was handcuffed. "Please follow me", the man said.

 

Dryden was being escorted to an office that looked surprisingly modern for an old prison like this one. There was a man we know as Achban, Keith Richards, or Smith, sitting behind a desk. Dryden was, however, not familiar with any of these names. The man started talking.

 

"Dryden Corneally. My name is Smith. I work for the organization you know as The Shadow. We tasked you with killing Lester "The Molester" Crest. You have infiltrated Crest's heist crew, the Pancake Eagles, with succes. We, however, need you to gain their trust a bit more. It is my personal assignment to take out Trevor Philips. I have ordered Shadow members to kidnap several members of his crew, and Trevor himself. Trevor got away, unfortunately. I need you to convince him you want to help him get the crew back together. Do you think you can do this?"

 

~

 

Achban started his modified Shadow Sentinel. 'Gold on the Ceiling' by the Black Keys was playing on the radio. He set a waypoint for his temporary appartment in the Eclipse Tower and started driving.

 

Gold on the ceiling

 

Today was a good day. First he survived a hit by 2 mysterious goons, faking his death during the attack, then he completed the first part of his assignment for The Shadow.

 

I ain't blind, just a matter of time

 

He was one step closer to Trevor's death. This Shadow thing couldn't have turned out much better.

 

Before you steal it

 

Achban turned op the volume. God he loved this song. He started drumming on his steering wheel.

 

It's alright, ain't no guard in my house

 

Achban was now so focused on the music that he didn't notice something.

 

What doesn't Achban notice?

A. A guy with a parachute landed on top of Achban's car.

B. Dryden was tailing him.

C. His phone was ringing.

D. The writers cut to another character.

Edited November 30, 2015 by svanderman

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A.

 

A guy with a parachute landed on top of Achban's German convertible. Luckily for that person, Achban had his roof on, so he did not crash inside the car, ending up in an awkward position with his target. After letting go of his precious parachute, the man slowly crawled to the front of the car and then peeked through the windscreen. His target was there, apparently singing to a song.

 

The parachutist took out his special Heavy Pistol, which he'd purchased for this job and aimed it at the driver's head. However, he had to bend a little more to get a bullet path through the 'sleek' windscreen. This move, unfortunately, revealed him to the driver.

 

"What the..." Achban gasped as he saw a figure aiming a pistol in front of him. Achban quickly reacted and slammed on the breaks, hoping the assailant would lose balance and fall down. That was exactly what happened. The man was not prepared for it and instantly rolled off the car and feel hard into the San Vitus Boulevard in a busy West Vinewood. Lots of people were starring at him now. He had a lot of bruises and his entire body ached in pain.

 

Without delay, Achban took his silenced pistol- courtesy of the Shadow, and stepped out of the car, aiming the pistol at the man.

 

"Who are you?" Achban shot out a question. He does not need an answer, for he already knows who the attacker is. Achban was shocked when he saw the attacker's face.

 

Who is the attacker?

A. Lamar

B. Abbot

C. S1lver

[slimeball supreme]

A.

 

Lamar writhed on the ground in pain, the whole 'flying off of a car' thing turning out to be a lot more painful than originally thought out. Meanwhile, Achban stared on as Lamar started to sob about his injuries. Of course, Achban couldn't help but recognise Lamar through the obvious flaws in his plan and his extremely recognisable voice. He couldn't help but feel dissapointed.

 

"G-goddamn, n-n-nig-..." Lamar said, trailing his sentence off and bursting into tears. He'd taken sh*t before, but for some reason the fact he now had a crowd of onlookers staring at the scene unfolding really didn't help the situation. Achban sighed.

"The f*ck is wrong with you, huh?" Achban said, disbelief in his voice over the stupidity of his attacker.

 

As Lamar continued to blubber on about how much his footsies reawwy huwt, the crowd around them only continued to grow - some people taking their phones out and recording this mess to be put on their various Snapmatic and Bleeter accounts.

~~~

~~~

Trevor and Ron walked down the freeway, in stained dirty clothes, in the middle of the night, on one of the busiest freeways in the state. Ron was trying to make this as unembarrassing as possible as they walked along the side of the road in full view of random drivers. Of course, what didn't help was the little fact that Trevor was stripped to his jocks and covered in piss. If this wasn't gonna make the morning news, nothing would.

 

"Look, boss, I see that we wouldn't normally do this, but, eh..." Ron began.

"Speak up, Ron." Trevor said.

Wade decided to cut in, sparing Ron from the grief of trying to talking to naked piss man. "What Ronny was tryna suggest is that we, y'know, hitchhike!"

 

Trevor turned around and glared at the two. "Why can't we just walk?"

"I don't know, boss." Ron said. "I mean, you're not exactly wearing the most flattering of outfits."

***

Taking this information into consideration, Trevor...

 

A. Keeps walking anyway.

B. Steals a car off the road.

C. Begrudingly hitch hike.

D. Hit Ron in the face.

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B.

 

A lady had recently purchased a brand new Enus Huntley S and was taking it for a spin. She decided the roads of Blaine Country would be more quiet than her horrid locality of Vinewood Hills, which always had millionaire kids with extremely loud Grottis and Pegassis. But she was wrong. She was obviously wasting a lot of fuel going slowly at the stretch of highway.

 

To cure her tension, she had found amusement seeing a middle-aged man wearing nothing but his underwear and another person wearing a hat was running behind him and carrying a drunk person. However, her happiness what short lived as the 'underwear' man came closer to her car, opened the door, banged her head against the steering wheel and then threw her out of the car. She had broken her modified nose and got up and ran away, and turned around and saw her pink Huntley was nowhere to be seen. Both the underwear man and his assistant had disappeared with her ride.

----

 

Wade finally woke up. He'd last remembered seeing some men clad in tuxedos outside Trevor's trailer. Now he woke up to the sight of Trevor recklessly driving in heavy highway traffic in a luxury SUV. Wade was confused.

 

"Are we going to get some ice cream, Trevor?" Wade put on his innocent face and asked out loud. Ron hit his face with his hand.

 

"That's what you call a facepalm, Ron." Wade looked at Ron and began to grin.

 

"For f**k's sake, put him to sleep." Trevor mumbled out, still focusing on driving.

 

Wade, obviously confused, looked at Ron and saw Ron holding Trevor's stun gun towards Wade's face.

 

"Wai...." Wade was tasered by Ron before he could protest.

 

Now do we...

1. Switch to Achban

2. Switch to Michael

3. Stay with Trevor, Ron and Wade.

4. Switch to Franklin

5. Switch to anybody else.

 

[svanderman]

1.

 

"He started crying. He started f*cking crying... Can you believe that?" Achban was on the phone with S1lver. He was ordered to report to S1lver directly.

"I read about it on Bleeter. So they don't think you're dead?" S1lver replied.

 

Achban sat down on his couch and grabbed a bottle of Scotch. "I don't think so. I'm pretty sure this guy was a Pancake Eagle. Don't know how they figured out I was still alive."

 

"Do you think Dryden might have been talking?" S1lver asked. He sounded angry.

 

"I doubt it. We planned another meeting the day after tomorrow. I'll see if I can get some information out of him then." Achban hung up.

 

~

 

Dwayne was sitting in his appartment doing Dwayne stuff, when someome knocked on his door. Dwayne grabbed his Micro-SMG and opened the door slowly. There was a Hispanic looking guy.

 

"Hola esé! I'm Rafael."

 

Dwayne revealed his weapon and ordered a shocked Rafael to enter his place, or to "be popped."

 

Rafael entered casa Dwayne while showing his hands, indicating he was unarmed. "Relax, papi, I come in peace. I'm not a Vago or Azteca."

 

"You with the Marabunta?" Dwayne sounded pissed.

 

"No esé, I'm not with anyone. I heard you are new in town, and I need your help."

 

"What kind of help? And why me?" Dwayne put down his weapon.

 

"My brother Julio, he was part of your heist crew, got kidnapped by some loco men. I heard them saying he was disappearing into the darkness... Or something like that. Then that crazy old fool Pedro told me you are in that samw heist crew. I thought you might know something. And here we are."

 

"F*ck me... These dudes been messing with us for a while now", Dwayne said.

 

"So you'll help?"

 

A. "Sorry man, I can't."

B. "F*ck yea I'll help, let me grab my assault rifle."

C. "Okay, but we need a proper plan. I know a guy, Lester Crest, he'll help us."

D. "Aight, let me just call Frank and the boys for back-up."

E. "I don't trust you."

Edited December 6, 2015 by svanderman

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D.

 

"Aight, let me just call Frank and the boys for back-up." Dwayne poured in some beer for Rafael, but his guest declined, saying he prefers eCola. Gladly enjoying all the beer by himself, Dwayne passed a can of eCola to Rafael.

 

Dwayne sent a message to Franklin, instructing him to meet him at his house ASAP. Franklin replied positively. Dwayne got the same from 47, Cletus, Chef and Karl Abolaji. Dwayne also provided some basic info he'd gathered about the group called The Shadow.

 

The entire crew was ready. Franklin had also bought Packie with him, so there was no chance of losing. They were ready to take on the Shadow. But they had no idea where they were located, until 47 showed up.

 

"They have a base in an old warehouse in Banning. Expect moderate defense over there, the LS Shadow are constantly growing after a new leadership."

 

The men were ready for action.

----

 

10 hours later...

 

It had been a disappointment. They had expected moderate enemies, but nobody of the Shadow were present at the location. Packie complained that he wasted lot of money by bringing armored cars and blowing up one side of wall, all for nothing.

 

There was something to be happy for, though. They found Michael, Julio and a bunch of other abducted Pancake Eagles in the room. After rescueing them, the Eagles prepared to head home and contact Trevor, to tell him of the recent achievement and rethink the Shadow hunting strategy.

 

But suddenly-

A. The building starts to crumble and starts collapsing.

B. A group of Shadow men, led by Achban, ambush the Pancake Eagles.

C. They all get a five-star wanted level.

D. We switch characters.

[Viv1d-Shadows]

B.

The screeching of multiple vehicles could be heard from miles away as a convoy of armoured and armed cars swerved around the corner. Although they heard the vehicles approaching them they didn't pay attention until Achban shouted "Motherf*ers" and almost instantaneously afterwards multiple guns started firing towards the heist crew present. The Pancake Eagles had to make a quick dash to the armoured cars.

"Thank god I had these cars here!" grinned Packie

"Packie shut up and try and get rid of these guys, all units go go go!!" 47 commanded through the radio to all heist crew vehicles and off they went.

Civilians witnessed a horror of fire fights happening between The Shadow and Pancake Eagles through the street of LS and all hope was lost for the Eagles until Franklin realised there were RPGs concealed within the armoured vehicles body.

"Hey Pack, why didn't you tell you had RPGs here?"

"Well I totally forgot about them until just now, too busy trying to shoot these ambushers", replied Packie.

As soon as Franklin fired one RPG hitting one of The Shadow's vehicles, Achban said to his men "Ok guys that is enough...for now, back off and return to base, we have done very well today."

As a result of the ambush The Pancake crew suffered a lot of wounds and unfortunately several deaths.

"Michael some of our boys need urgent medical attention", said Dwayne.

"No Dwayne these guys are falling back we should follow them to see where they are located and plan a well coordinated revenge attack, everybody else what do you think?" Michael replied

Does the heist crew:

1. Take Dwayne's side and take the injured to receive medical treatment, leading to Michael telling Trevor what has just happened to their crew

2. Take Michael's side and follow the Shadow back to their hideout

3. The crew splits up

4. Cut to Achban as he celebrates his successful hit on his rivals

[svanderman]

3.

 

"Rafael, Packie, Michael, we'll follow them back to their base. The others, make sure everyone gets the medical treatment they need. We'll meet later."

Rafael had already obtained a 9F before 47 finished his sentence. "Oye, I got room for one more."

 

47 ordered Michael to go with Rafael. "Try to be subtle. They should think we lost them. Call me or Packie as soon as they stop somewhere."

 

Michael entered the 9F, and Rafael quickly got closer to Achban's convoy. "Bien, let's see when they stop..."

 

~

 

It was 22:43 (10:43 PM for my non-European friends) and the convoy hadn't stopped yet. Rafael and Michael (well, mostly Rafael, since Michael had fallen asleep) were now tailing them in Paleto Bay.

 

"Michael, esé, wake up, they're pulling up."

 

Achban's Obey and the three other Shadow vehicles stopped next to a small house.

 

"Wait a second," Michael said, "I know this place!"

 

What does Michael know this place from?

A. Jimmy moved here a year ago.

B. He'd read about it in some Shadow files Lester sent him from the hospital.

C. Mitch was staying here.

D. This is where he encountered Achban after pulling off the Humane Labs and Research heist to find out more about Franklin's 'brother', who we now know is Dwayne.

E. He doesn't actually know the place, he just said that to impress Rafael.

Edited December 10, 2015 by svanderman

[slimeball supreme]

4.

 

"Uh, Jimmy moved... Lester gave me... A boy named M-... Dwayne?"

 

Rafael sighed and parked by a nearby clothing store.

 

"Look, esé. Are you gonna take this sh*t seriously or not?" Rafael asked, agitated.

"Sure, man. Sorry. What's the plan?" Michael responded.

"Them Shadow hombres are having a little celebration up here. Small time party. Couple of hot shots having a fun time. We're gonna bust that party, comprehende?" Rafael said.

"Alrighty. We're shootin' to kill, right?" Micheal asked again, just to be sure.

"Si. Let's roll." Rafael said - without any further warning pulling his balaclava on and exiting the car, Michael following suit.

 

The house was a small abode bull painted panel walls with an American flag perched on one of the sides, with several luxury cars in the driveway, from Ubermacht to Benefactor to Obey. The only exception to this golden rule was a battered pink Pfister, which looked water damaged and had a few bullet holes in the back. Lord only knew what had ruined the car. Well, him and the reader.

 

Eventually, they turned up to the front door. They could hear Non Stop Pop blaring from inside, and looking through could see colored flashing lights and a DJ with a cat mask, the famous Deadc4t. They also noticed a man outside the house, by the back door. He was smoking.

 

"What should we do, Michael?" Rafael asked.

 

***

Michael decides to...

 

A. Break the door down and fire in all directions.

B. Sneak in through the back/window.

C. Destroy the cars outside of the house to get the partygoer's attention.

D. Try take out the guy, steal his outfit and sneak in pretending to be Shadow members.

E. Try to ta-OH SH*T THE GUY IS COMING HIDE HIDE HIDE

[combustion]

C.

 

"Simple. Destroy these cars and run to a safe sniping position. Kill all but one guy, from whom we should attain more information about the Shadow."

 

Michael had two sniper rifles with him, so he handed one to Rafael. After Rafael had reached the vantage point, he sent a message to Michael to plant the charges. Equipping his sticky bombs, Michael slowly sneaked around the house to the parking area, planting a sticky bomb in all of the cars. He felt disgusted when he saw a s**t pink Comet and a blue Tailgater.

 

"The charges are set." Michael said to Rafael. "I'll join you soon."

 

Michael dashed across the street and joined Rafael, who already set up camp. Adjusting his sniper rifle and doing last minute checks, Michael breathed in heavily and pressed the detonator.

 

BOOM.

 

The Shadow's little convoy of cars were all burning wrecks. Rafael felt pleased seeing Benefactor, Ubermachts, Obeys and a Pfister burn.

 

"Now the fun begins." Michael whispered to Rafael, and Rafael nodded in agreement. As the Shadow members poured out in large numbers, they were mercilessly killed by Michael and his new companion. The dumb Shadow guys could never identify the snipers, and soon, all were killed creating a massive body dump outside the house.

 

"What now, ese?" Rafael asked.

 

After the fire cleared out, Michael turned on his thermal imaging scope and saw through it.

 

"There's a guy hiding in there. He's the key. We need him... alive." Michael said to Rafael, and then equipped his Carbine Rifle. Rafael dual wielded two Machine Pistols. "Good, let's get him." Michael said.

 

What happens next-

A. Before they enter the house, it collapses.

B. They enter the house and capture the survivor, who is Achban.

C. Before they capture him, the survivor commits suicide.

[svanderman]

B.

 

Rafael and Michael both entered tge house with their guns pulled out. Michael still had the feeling he knew this place, but he wasn't sure where he knew it from.

 

"Oye, I hear someone," Ragael whispered. He took cover behind a comfortable white chair. Michael looked around, but couldn't find another good spot for cover. He decided to keep moving through the house looking for the guy.

 

He heard a voice coming from the bedroom. The person was whispering, and seemed to be on the phone. "I know I shouldn't've, we just wanted to celebrate somewhere and- No no, not at all. I think they left, but I hid just to be su-"

 

~

 

Achban heard a beep sound. Did Miranda just hang up on him? This was unusual. She was supposed to be his Personal Assistant, yet she just hung up on him. It might've been the wine, but Achban suddenly got extremely angry. Miranda, that bitch... He decided to get up, the guys that had tailed him were probably gone by now, and Achban needed to pee really quick.

 

~

 

Michael heard a sound. The guy must've crawled from under the bed, he thought. Michael knew this guy was experienced and that it was likely he knew Rafael and Michael were still there. He decided to hide in another room. Unfortunately, he was too late.

 

~

 

Achban got up and skipped to the toilet. Just as he opened his room's door, he noticed an old guy slipping into the guest room. He grabbed his pistol and approached the door carefully. A familiar looking man was standing there looking for a place to hide. Achban decided to shoot him immediately, but...

 

"Got you, hijo de puta!" some Mexican guy shouted from behimd Achban. Achban felt a cold steel object hitting his head. Before he realized he was knocked out, he was, well, knocked out.

 

~

 

"Did you see that holmes? I even cut the power to lure him out!" Rafael shouted, obviously excited. "Thanks man, you really saved me there." Michael liked this kid. "Don't worry, esé, you would've done the same for m- OH MIERDA!"

 

Why does Rafael finish his sentence with an OH MIERDA?

A. Three cars filled with Shadow goons had arrived.

B. Achban had woken up again and was now holding an automatic weapon.

C. There was a red laser at Michael, and it wasn't to confuse a cat.

D. Trevor entered, and his new haircut looked awful.

E. To distract Michael for whatever reason.

Edited December 15, 2015 by svanderman

[Fallcreek]

1)

 

 

 

 

 

In the darkened house, Michael eyed Rafael's dim, fitful outline with suspicious eyes. His face was completely flushed, his skin turning into shades of pale white with eyes that were dilated. Kid's scared sh*tless Michael thought to himself. But of what?

 

Michael expelled an elongated breath as he prepared to face what was behind him. As he cautiously turned his head, he quickly spotted three black Schafters through the dusty window. They were parked in front of the abode, two of the cars blocking the street with one pointing it's front bumper at the house. Michael shook his head, he didn't like it. That old familiar feeling was welling up in his stomach again, something was about to go down. He adjusted his grip on his trusty Beretta 92 and took cover behind a wall.

 

Suddenly; two blinding white lights cut through the darkness. The Shadow were making their move. Before Michael could reach out and grab Rafael, the door was kicked down with men dressed head-to-toe in tactical gear. Michael quickly retracted his hand and instead opted to grab the unconscious Achban. He slung the man over his shoulder as the Shadow mercilessly gunned down Rafael in the living room. Michael ignored the deafening gunshots as he retreated into the bedroom that was located in the back of the house. Entering the room, Michael quickly closed the door. With the subtle click of the door's tongue making contact with the slot, he turned around. His eyes darted around the murky bedroom as he desperately searched for an escape, when suddenly his eyes locked with the window. As he slinked towards the opening, the loud thump of their boots grew louder in the corridor. It was a frightening crescendo, prompting Michael to fasten his movements. He swiftly opened the window and threw Achban outside. He landed on the grass with a loud thump. As Michael positioned himself on the window sill, the door to the bedroom was kicked open and they came swarming in, screaming Michael's ears off. Michael took one last look at the men before pushing himself out of the window.

 

A violent storm was brewing up in the distance, it's demented wind fled keening past Michael as he scrambled to his feet. Distinct wails and rumbles screamed in Michael's ears as he slung Achban over his shoulder again. With shaky knees, he sprinted towards Paleto Boulevard on foot with Achban in tow.

 

What Next?

1) We stick with Michael as he tries to shake The Shadow's Hit Squad.

2) We cut to The Shadow's Hit Squad "Omega Company" as they chase Michael.

3) We cut to Rafael as he's laying on the floor, drenched in his own blood. With sluggish movements, he manages to dial Agent 47's throw-a-way phone.

Edited December 17, 2015 by Fallcreek

[svanderman]

3.

 

Rafael coughed. He felt a warm fluid in his mouth. It tasted like metal. He looked around. The tactical team wasn't anywhere near him. Rafael tried to move towards the kitchen, but didn't get much further than a few feet. He sighed. This is a lost cause, he thought. Rafael knew he was dying. The pain was awful, nay, unbearable. Rafael took one last breath, put his Micro SMG against his head and...

 

*CLICK*

 

Out of ammo. Rafael couldn't help but smile. This didn't convince him to try to survive, however. He reached for his pocket, where he kept his spare ammo. With his bloody hands shaking, Rafael noticed there was a phone too. I might as well be useful, he thought. He opened the contact menu and selected 47. "Cuarenta y siete, this is Rafael. We found Keith. Michael's got him. Paleto Bay, we need you. I'm dy-" Rafael clumsily pressed the red button on his phone, therefore hanging up. He knew he wouldn't be alive long enough tocall again and tell 47 the rest, so he grabbed the Micro SMG and its ammo, put the cold steel against his forehead, which was covered in blood, and...

A. We cut to Michael and Achban, at the Paleto Bay train station.

B. We cut to 47 and Packie, driving a black Schafter north, towards Paleto Bay.

C. We cut to Trevor flying a Buzzard for no good reason.

D. We cut to Amanda doing yoga.

E. We cut to a guy sitting in a masssage chair.

Edited December 21, 2015 by svanderman

[combustion]

B.

 

Packie and 47 rushed to Paleto Bay after receiving Rafael's call. The Mexican wasn't even part of Trevor's crew, but Michael was an important member plus he'd captured a Shadow operative. The storm intensified, resulting in all natives of Blaine County to seek shelter in their homes and all visitors to drive fast back to normal Los Santos.

 

"Hammer down, lad! We need to reach Paleto before Michael gets killed." Packie shouted to 47. 47 was driving the new Schafter V12, a much powerful and fierce version of the Benefactor Schafter; and the car was also modified by Franklin's buddy Hao, so even better performance. All of this enabled them to reach Paleto Bay in no time.

 

The storm was becoming increasingly violent. Extreme winds raged throughout Paleto Bay, and blinded everyone with the sand and dust it carried over from the Grand Senora. The storm had already uprooted several trees in the Paleto forest and ravaged a bunch of wooden stilt houses on the other side of town. Trains were cancelled, and the entire region became a no-fly zone. Radio waves were severely interrupted and all cellphone towers collapsed. Meteorologists began predicting a massive heatwave to hit the region and the storm could probably affect Los Santos County anytime soon.

----

 

Packie couldn't see anything, but knew that he and 47 had reached Paleto Bay. Now, his task was to locate Michael and evade, or if caught, kill the Shadow squad. They were heading against the direction of wind. Suddenly, the Schafter's bonnet was torn off by the storm and flew away, cracking the top of the windshield. Packie was scared. Then out of nowhere, a cow crashed through the broken windshield. The storm wasn't going to clear anytime sooner, so they decided to stay inside the car and get rid of the animal.

 

What happens next-

A. Michael manages to reach an alleyway and wakes up Achban to interrogate him.

B. The Shadow guys decide to run to shelter and find Packie and 47 inside the heavy Schafter V12.

C. An earthquake starts.

D. We switch to someone in someplace not affected by a storm.

[svanderman]

D.

 

Abbot Cohen and his dear friend Markus were sitting at home in Liberty City and smoking a popeye pipe. "Heh, that Russian we stole this from certainly has a good taste in pipes." A Jamaican gangster was staring through the window. He grabbed his phone and called someone" "Eh Niko breda, Ah followed dem rudeboys with ya pipes. They be here in Algonquin. How about I and I teach dem a lesson?"

 

~

 

Two Shadow enfor ers were running through the alleys in Paleto Bay. "This is useless. We won't find them in this storm. Let's just go home." Tge other enforcer nodded in agreement, and suggested stealing that Schafter V12 that was parked a few meters away.

 

"Hey 47, Michael must've left his cellphone behind. Or he's just ignoring me", Packie joked. 47 sighed. "Damn, looks like we're gonna have to follow his trail. I traced Rafael's cell to this house. We might find a clue as to where Michael is going." Packie wanted to make an edgy remark, but 47 suddenly signaled him to be quiet. He pointed at two heavily armed men walking towards the car they were currently in.

 

What happens next?

A. 47 shoots both of them.

B. 47 drives away.

C. The Shadow enforcers succesfully jack the Schafter V12.

D. We cut to Abbot and Markus, about to be attacked by Niko and Little Jacob.

E. We cut to a guy in a massage chair.

[combustion]

B.

 

47 shifted to 'drive' and sped away from the two heavily armed guys. Packie said that it could be the military or the NOOSE, but 47 thought it would be unlikely for them to send out only two patrols during a fierce storm. The only people who could be out during this time would be the homeless, paramedics and the police; but none of them might wander around carrying assault rifles.

 

He was now speeding the dark empty streets of Paleto Bay, on the way to the Shadow's partyhouse. Visibility was non-existent during that time. 47 tried his best to not to crash into things, but he ultimately lost control of the overpowered Benefactor and crashed into a parked vehicle. The impact sent Packie flying out of the windshield. 47 remained unhurt, and exited the car to investigate the damage. His Schafter's front was heavily damaged and lost both of it's headlights. The left indicator lights still worked, though. But the impact heavily disfigured the front of the German sedan.

 

"47! You there, mate?" A voice came out of the darkness.

 

47 recognized it was Packie. No trouble.

 

"How's the car?" Packie asked, covering his face as he slowly managed to walk past the storm.

 

He ignored Packie as he examined what he'd crashed into. It was another Benefactor Schafter, in a similar all black paint and had custom front bumpers. At this point, the storm began to die out, but weather conditions weren't normal, but it was certainly better than before. Visibility was improved slightly and allowed people to see closer objects, but still wasn't normal by any standards.

 

47 saw two more of these Schafters parked nearby, and saw towards his right; a couple more car wrecks. He walked closer to wrecks, and then saw a small house with a massive body dump in the front and bullet holes in the walls. The door was kicked open, showing signs of forced entry.

 

He couldn't identify the bodies due to the storm, but judging by the all black Schafters and silenced SMGs, he quickly deduced that they were part of the Shadow. He had reached the Shadow's party-house.

 

He was about to sprint into the house but, "Help me, lad!" Packie screamed, anxiously.

 

47 turned around, and saw Packie being held hostage by someone.

 

Who was it?

1. A Shadow enforcer.

2. An FIB agent.

3. Michael, thinking they were Shadow operatives and not Pancake Eagles.

4. Dryden, betraying the group.

5. An insane psycho who is not Trevor.

[svanderman]

5.

 

"They're coming, guys! I'm doing you a favour", the guy said while holding a machete against Packie's throat. 47 rolled his eyes and quickly but discretely shot the guy in his kneecap. The guy fell down and started crying. Packie looked at 47 awkwardly. "Let's just um... let's just leave", he said. 47 and Packie let the guy live and entered the house.

 

As soon as the two Pancake Eagles were gone, the psychopath put in an earpiece and started talking. "Yeah, they're now entering Achban's place. I nearly got killed, so you better pay well. Can you call a cab for me? They shot me in the knees and I forgot my phone."

 

---

 

Michael had reached the train station in Paleto Bay still carrying Achban on his back. He was tired, and decided to wait untol the storm calmed down inside. Then he noticed Achban was moving. He decided to spend his resttime useful, and pressed his pistol against Achban's skull.

 

"Hey there, friend. I got some questions for you." Achban laughed, even though he wasn't fully awake yet. He had survived some heavy torturing after his brother killed Kenny Petrovic. This old guy wasn't gonna make him talk. "First of all, what do you want?" Achban smiled and said: "We want you dead."

 

What neither Michael nor Achban knew was that that dream would come true in about 10 seconds. A mysterious man in a black suit entered the station and tased Michael using a stun gun. Achban reacted quickly and hit Michael on the head. He tgen grabbed Mike's pistol and shot him in the chest twice. After making sure Michael was dead, Achban looked at the man in black.

 

"Achban Cohen... Where the f*ck have you been?" After Achban looked at the man weird, the man said: "C'mon man, it's me! Jeff, remember? I was your brother's LS contact when he was working with the Petrovic mafiya. We did that Bonelli job together!" Achban started to recognize his old partner. "Jeff... It's been like 10 years, man. What do you want?" "I'm looking for your brother, Abbot. He has got sone valuable information I need. But I can't find him, I've been looking for the past two years. What do you say, will you help me?"

 

A. Achban agrees to help Jeff find Abbot.

B. Achban refuses to help Jeff find Abbot.

C. The duo are interrupted by 47 and Packie.

D. The duo are interrupted by The Shadow.

E. We cut to Abbot in Liberty City.

Edited December 28, 2015 by svanderman

[slimeball supreme]

A.

 

Sand and hot wind swept the town. Chaos ruled the streets around Paleto. The last thing Achban needed was to see... Jeff. His outstretched arms and his tacky-ass suit. Now, within a few minutes of seeing each other again, he was suggesting a f*cking search party for his elder brother - who was at this point back in Liberty with no intention of intervening in Achban's state of affairs. It seemed that everywhere he went the shadow of his ominous brother followed. Achban couldn't help but sigh.

 

"Fine." He begrudgingly said.

 

Jeff couldn't help but smile. Now he had his old friend on board, anything. Anything was possible. Now all the had to do was find Abbot...

 

Suddenly, the two parties involved showed up. Several Insurgents came from the left, filled with men from the Shadow. From the right, Grangers in various colours carrying Packie, 47 and some hired guns in masks. A firefight was gonna begin. And it wasn't gonna be pretty.

 

~

Abbot sat on the balcony of his Lancet apartment with Markus, the box of Popeye-styled Corn Cob pipes on the outdoor table. They'd been repurposed for marijuana use by the Westside Posse Yardies, of which Markus had knocked from a shorthand deal in Alderney. They weren't Abbot's thing, but Markus was enjoying it.

 

What the duo hadn't realised at this point was the two men outside their apartment, picking the locks with a couple of bobby pins and a switch blade. One was the infamous Niko Bellic, a veteran of the LC crime scene who'd retired years ago - but joined up with his friend Little Jacob for one last gig - busting some Hustler crooks from Northwood who'd stolen some pot pipes.

 

"Hey Jacob, have you finished with the locks?" Niko asked, as he stood in the hallway with a bat in hand.

"Yeah, Breda. We're in."

 

As the two entered the high class Algonquin apartment, the luxury of condo didn't seem to fit the type who usually stole low-end pipes for African American gangs. Must've been a higher up looking for a good time.

 

"Ay, mon - lookie der. Dem bumbaclots are on the balcony smokin' our rudeboy pipes." Jacob

"Well then, let's go." Niko said.

 

***

We now cut to...

A. Back to Niko and LJ, about to bust in on Markus and Abbot.

B. The firefight in Paleto Bay.

C. The storm reaching Los Santos.

D. An emergency meeting between the three Shadow leaders.

Edited December 27, 2015 by Mr. Fahrenheit

[combustion]

D.

 

Br0nze had asked for S1lver and G0ld to show up the 'B0$$ Meeting Room'. It was a relatively spacious room, with transparent glass windows stretching upto the roof, providing the inhabitants with they beautiful view of the Big Pointy Building and the San Fierro Bay. The Shadow agreed to spare a rich businessman involved in drug trafficking in exchange for this skyscraper in the middle of the Financial District. This provided a perfect cover for the Shadow as a multi-national finance company.

 

Br0nze was sitting in his leather chair, holding a can of beer in his left hand and looking at someone else's Snapmatic in the other. That's when S1lver and G0ld showed up.

 

"What's the matter?" S1lver asked.

 

"Who is he?" G0ld asked, pointing at a pale, thin young man with buck teeth and acne setting up a screen for a presentation.

 

"That's Andy, from Communications. Remember the Smith guy from Carcer City? Well, Andy's got some shocking info about him."

 

"Well, begin." S1lver said to Andy and took a seat and opened a fresh can of eCola. He can't still get rid of the habit of smoking weed and drinking eCola, which he frequently did during his teens, the time when he, G0ld and Br0nze founded The Shadow.

 

Andy began the presentation with a brief introduction, but Br0nze suggested him to get on the the main topic.

 

"When browsing through the phone calls made through our network, this guy, Smith, made a call to Liberty City last month. The call was to a man called Abbot Cohen. Cohen did not answer the phone. Smith made a call the next day, and ended up with similar result. I decided to dig out more information about him, and found out that our man Smith, was actually part of late Paul's LC Shadow, and worked under the name of Keith Richards. Keith was previously arrested during a raid at his house on that month. Coincidentally, two Shadow agents were also arrested at that time, along with Achban Cohen, brother of Abbot. The two agents rescued Keith and then he somehow ends up in Carcer City."

 

"How is this an emergency?" S1lver questioned Andy.

 

"You see, sir. I've hacked into LCPD database and the entry for Keith Richards show that he was killed in a beach somewhere in Liberty City. He was sniped. Around the same time, he supposedly reunited with Paul, and set off to Carcer City. He can't be in two places. The new man whom we thought as to be 'Smith' or 'Keith', bears no resemblance to the Keith on the records or any photographs. So I looked into the LCPD Database again, and found our 'Smith' to be... Achban Cohen. The agents in LC busted him out instead of Keith and we all thought he was Keith and then..."

 

"I understand. Did this Achban fellow bring any success in LS?" G0ld asked.

 

S1lver replied to his boss. "Nope. He leads his own squad there, and only got hundreds of men killed."

 

"In addition to that," Br0nze interrupted. "The LS Shadow is very weak. All the youth in San Andreas are either employed or affiliated with a street gang. It is very hard to find recruits over there. Also we lost many vehicles and lots of weapons. At this rate, that b***h would cause the entire LS Sect. to cease operations, which would drastically improve Cheng Triad exports and obviously, the PEagles."

 

"Well, thanks for your findings, Andy. You may leave now." After Andy left the room, G0ld proclaimed Achban as a threat and issued a kill order.

 

"Inform all Shadow groups, I want Achban Cohen dead. Period."

----

NB and LJ ran up the stairs, towards the balcony. They both bought in their finest weapons of choice. They reached the door of the balcony. Niko kicked open the doors, opened fire whilst running towards cover. LJ threw a grenade, but missed it by a mile, sending it out of the building into the roads below. The other two in the room also took cover, and began blind firing.

 

All of them then heard police sirens. The LCPD were there. All of them hated the immediate response of the police. Marcus looked out and saw at least 10 LCPD squad cars outside the building and police officers rushing in. He then heard the unmistakable sound of a Police Maverick approaching. 'What the f**k is happening?' he thought.

 

What do we do?

A. Stay with Abbot and Markus, as they fight off the police and the attackers.

B. Switch to the Shadow force in Paleto Bay, blindly fighting the Pancake Eagles in the storm.

C. Switch to Franklin, ironing clothes in his house, unaware of what is happening.

D. Switch to Achban and Jeff.

[svanderman]

C.

 

Franklin was ironing his Uptown Rider jacket, while eating some chips. "Man, this is the life," he said.

 

~~~

 

As soon as the Pancake Eagles entered the train station, Jeff and Achban took cover. They hadn't been noticed yet, and weren't planning on being noticed anytime soon. There were several PEagles' cars parked in front of the main entrance. Achban looked at Jeff and they both knew they had to make a run for the train tracks if they wanted to get out of there.

 

Jeff showed Achban three fingers, and started counting down with them. However, when he was at two, he heard a goon shout something like "Oh f*ck they're here!" These words were followed by several gunshots, and Jeff and Achban knew this was their chance to get out of there. They both ran towards the train tracks and, much to their surprise, didn't get shot at once. Jeff had parked a getaway vehicle nearby, and he let Achban drive. "I know a place, not far from here. We're safe there."

 

~~~

 

Abbot knew the LCPD was too strong to fight off, and so did Markus. Markus provided covering fire while Abbot smashed a window, creating a way outside. Both of them left the appartment while the LCPD shot down the Jamaican attacker. The Russian guy was shot in the leg and arrested, but neither Abbot nor Markus cared.

 

Ten minutes later, Abbot knew he'd lost the heat. Him and Markus were sitting on a bench in Middle Park, complaining about the sudden police intervention. Suddenly, Abbot's cellphone rang.

 

Who was calling him?

A. S1lver.

B. An LCPD officer.

C. His brother Achban.

D. Some 11-years old kid that was prank-calling to get more subscribers on whatever the GTA equivalent of Youtube is.

E. Iggy Pop.

[slimeball supreme]

C.

 

"Oh sh*t, gimme a second, Mark. Gotta take this." Abbot said. It was Achban. Again.

 

Abbot sighed as he walked away from the bench. Achban seemed to always call these days. He didn't know why, he wanted nothing to do with his bullsh*t. He'd dug him into too many ditched already and he just wanted out. Abbot regretted picking up the phone before he left for Liberty.

 

Achban's panicked voice rang through the receiver of Abbot's Bittersweet smartphone.

"Abbot? Abbot!" He nearly shouted. It didn't exactly compliment the cold, quiet (as quiet as LC could be anyway) day Abbot was having at the park.

"What the f*ck are you screaming about now?" Abbot asked, agitated. "I feel like I'm your f*cking personal therapist."

"This isn't the time, Abbot. I'm in deep sh*t."

"When are you not?"

"Shut the f*ck up, Abbot. Look - I'm calling for someone else at the moment. We're hiding out near Sandy Shores." Achban said, his voice starting to sound more and more impatient.

"And how does this concern me, Achban?"

"I'm with someone right now. Hold on, I'll give him the phone."

 

There was a bit of rustling and muffled voices, probably thanks to Achban's phone's transmitter being blocked. But eventually, a voice came through.

 

"Hey. It's Jeff." Jeff said, his nasally voice coming through the other end.

 

Abbot stopped. Then, he hung up the phone and threw it in the lake. He then walked back to Markus, and sat down.

 

"Who was that?" Markus asked.

"Nobody. Some scumbag." Abbot said, dismissively. "I don't want to talk about it.

 

~

"Abbot? ABBOT?!" Jeff yelled into the phone. "THIS MOTHERf*ckER!"

 

Jeff threw the phone at a wall and collapsed onto the couch behind him. This whole problem couldve been easily solved with that simple phone call. But he had to make it difficult. He always seemed to make it difficult for Jeff.

 

"Bro, what the f*ck?!" Achban shouted from the kitchen of the little trailer home. "That's, like, my fifth phone this month!"

"Wow, you must have a habit of breaking your phone, then." Jeff responded.

Achban sighed, and massaged his temple. If this was what he was gonna deal with if he was staying with Jeff, he already wanted out.

 

***

Suddenly...

 

A. Achban's smashed up phone rings again.

B. The heist crew turn up at the door.

C. The Shadow turn up at the door.

D. We cut to Abbot and Markus on the bench in Middle Park.

E. We cut to LJ and Niko in LCPD custody.

Edited December 29, 2015 by Mr. Fahrenheit

[svanderman]

D.

 

"I don't want to talk about it," is what Abbot had said after he'd thrown his cell phone in the water. After that neither Abbot nor Markus had said anything. They'd been sitting on that bench in complete silence for at least 10 minutes now.

 

Abbot opened his mouth to say something, but Markus started talking just before Abbot could. "Listen, Abbot, we're partmers now, okay? If I need to protect you, I need to know a bit more about your past. I know you were forced into working for Kenny Petrovic before he was assassinated, because your brother was in his debt. You also started working with the Yardies and some other gangs, and eventually you went to LS for a while. Everytime I ask about that you get extremely mysterious and you get a certain look on your face, it shows a mix between anger and even more anger. You have that look now. I'm guessing whoever that was on the phone had something to do with what happened in LS. So what happened here?"

 

Abbot sighed. His time in LS wasn't something he liked thinking about. But Markus deserved to know what happened, he'd been loyal for quite a while now. So Abbot started talking...

 

***FLASHBACK***

Los Santos, 3 months before the events of the chain story

 

Jeff stood in front of a big brown foor, in the Eclipse Tower. He was nervous. He'd put on his best suit, and even bought a new tie. Noone had answered after he first rang the doorbell, so he tried it again.

 

Not too much later, a tall guy with brown hair opened the door. "Yes?" he asked. "Abbot motherf*cking Cohen! You haven't changed a bit, I see!"

 

Abbot looked at Jeff confused. "Don't you remember me?! It's Jeff, man! How are you doing, old friend?" "Uhm... I'm fine I guess. Where do I know you from again?"

 

Jeff sighed. "Ah c'mon man! Have you really forgotten about me already?!"

 

Abbot seemed to have so, and Jeff decided to stop being mysterious. "I was your contact in San Fierro when you were doing jobs for the Petrovic Mafiya! I retired after Kenny P. died. After that I started working as a hitman for several gangs, including the Lost MC and even some shady sections of Merryweather."

 

Abbot was still confused. He could've sworn his SF contact was called Pete...

 

"You still don't remember? We did that Bonelli job together!" Jeff added. He was speaking surprisingly loud for a criminal.

 

That, Abbot did remember. He did that job with his brother Achban and a skilled pilot who was always wearing suits. That guy helped the Cohen brothers out a lot, and they even saved each others' lifes several times. "Ah right, Jeff! Would you like a drink? Let's catch up."

 

***PRESENT DAY***

 

Two Shadow Insurgents were parked in front of Achban's old house. The heavy armour and weaponry they had brought with them implied that they weren't there to grab a cup of tea. There were more tactical teams like this one in Paleto Bay. All of them were looking for Achban Cohen, a man that knew too much about the organization. "Hey boss, that spic ain't home! Can't those nerds trace his cell or somethan'?"

 

This question was answered through an earpiece: "We lost his signal. The target must've found out we are after him and burned his phone." The armoured guy sighed. "Let's keep lookin' then."

 

What happens next?

A. One of the tactical teams finds out where Achban and Jeff are hiding.

B. We cut back to the past where Jeff and Abbot are catching up.

C. We cut to the park bench in Middle Park where Abbot's story is interrupted.

D. We cut to Iggy Pop in the Liberty Rock Radio studio.