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Mr. Los Santos

//Mister Los Santos 2017 - The Hole Of Glory\\

Mister Los Santos 2017   

113 members have voted

  1. 1. Who is the ultimate man, he who goes far beyond the tip, he who goes the extra inch, he who has class, he who deserves to win?

    • Steve Molloy - Presented by Big Molio
    • Jason Kick - Presented by EVOLUT7ON
    • Mark Crowne - Presented by IceDree
    • Lucas Lopez - Presented by LL Cool L
    • Matthew Flynn - Presented by Matrelith
    • Miro A. White - Presented by MiroAWhite
    • Sanches Net - Presented by Sanches
    • Thomas Whitehall - Presented by Testarossa


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Matrelith
Posted (edited)

Quick reminder that Round 3 has optional entry so you guys should get some new pics going or campaign your last two rounds hard. :)

 

I already have my banner ready, but it feels a bit early to show it in my signature right now, seeing as voting won't begin for another week. :lol:

 

(besides that I'm busy making a selection of fresh snaps. 10 pics sounds like a nice amount)

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IceDree

@IceDree: Great question! We'll add it to the first post - a limit of 10 pictures should be enough. Contestants can post up to 10 or fewer so no sweat if you can't fill the spots up. Again, these are not mandatory but given the chance to show off more of your character is always good.

 

Excccceeeeeelleeeent, I'll do that let my friend know... :rol::whistle:

 

thanks!

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BumpyJohnson
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This is an assumption in and of itself. This is a public thread, a pinned topic at that. If there was any attempt to intimidate folks from speaking their concerns it wouldve been in the full view of everyone. It wouldve caused an issue or stopped people from participating. At the very least, there would've been several people voicing how much of a barrier this is. Or speaking out about the concerns they feel were brushed aside.

There is no assumption. I've seen it with my own eyes on this forum. You seem to view Mr Los Santos and the suggestion thread for it as the start of it all and it was the only time ppl shared concerns. What about all the previous contests before this like Miss LS which this was base doff of. LiveJoker can attest that it had all these same concerns, people quitting, polls being skewed by fake accounts and more. Nobody claimed to be intimidated from voicing. It was more of...stop assuming, wait and see, etc and the next contest came with the same rules. lol The threads/posts are on this forum but ask LiveJoker he can verify this.

 

The poll didnt have an impact on the first round...and subsequently there were people who didnt place as high as they would have if there was a public poll...But you didn't find any issue with that at the time and coincidentally you just so happened to end up in the Top 3 at the time. Why are concerns about the contest only worth speaking out against when they don't go your way?

I dont understand your point. Why would I have an issue with the more popular here not being able to benefit from a bias poll? Im lost. lol and people usually dont speak out until they feel wronged I dont get the point of your "why now" question.

 

Do you

not see the problem with this?

Here you are making an existential crisis about the fairness and legitimacy of the contest as a whole, including the merit of the judges and the value of the popular vote, not to mention the artistic prowess of the contestants in relation to you, but all of that was totally irrelevant and inconsequential. Simply because "whatever flaw (you) had a concern with didn't hurt" you at the time.

You misunderstood me. The others arent irrelevant. I wouldve said the same in defense of someone else if I seen they were affected in a similar fashion. Unfortuntely it seems Im the only unlucky one to be affected (as far as making the top 8) by the poll. lol Look at it again and you'll see so I can only speak on "my own" behalf. That shouldnt be deemed as me saying everyone else is irrelevant. The poll was just unfair to include point blank.

 

The only way judgements would've carried over unchanged and unaffected from the 1st round to now would've been to skip the second round entirely. I'm not sure why it was expected that nothing would change given the presence of other competitors and the changes from one round to the next.

Hmm...EVOLUTION was 1st both rounds. :D Is that not unchanged judgement? Also, MiroAWhite, IceDree, Testarossa and Matrelith all remained in the top meaning the judges clearly viewed both rounds of their content in similar opinion. The only "big change" was ME dropping completely out of the top 10. :pp Who else dropped like that? Looks strange to me sorry dont see how you expect me to look at it otherwise. lol

 

What exactly is this unfairness you speak of?

The poll. Again, most people in the contest dont have many if any friends here as proven by all the 0s and 1s (some voted for themselves) on the poll therefore its unfair to those ppl to give the poll such a heavy impact on the overall score as those ppl dont have a fair chance in getting points there. I cant understand why you refuse to see this.

 

If there was no poll the next concern, by someone (not you), would've been who do the judges think they are? Where do they get off rating this person that score and another person a different score? What gives them the right or the authority to be the be all end all final say for such a massive, public contest?

This makes no sense whatsoever. Who do the judges think they are? What gives them the right? lol Theyre the judges who were specifically selected to eliminate bias and judge by a specific criteria. Nobody should complain about that. A poll is different as they are bias and judged mainly by popularity. You're exaggerating a little too much there. lol

 

This is beyond petty and an unecessary slight against another contestant. With a cocaine sweatshop of half-naked women and an office full of drug-money & other illegal contraband strewn all over the place Im not sure what moral high-ground you seek to appeal to (no offense). Just because a contestant has a background or persona that may be off the beaten path doesn't mean they don't deserve our full respect and fair judgments.

You call it petty but the point was clear. You'll never see a broke gangbanger win any major title such as "Mister city name here" over wealthy and very established bosses who run said city and how can you say anything about me being petty and taking a slight at him then turn around and do worse to me? lol You clearly just showed distain for my content then damn near judged me as a person from it. lol Wtf? Im done. Peace

 

The title of this contest should be "Mr. GTA Forumer 2017"

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LL Cool L

No offence taken but err, LL is not a broke gangbanger, that's like saying your just a black dude in a suit (when is it clearly deeper than that) - I show his story at different points in his life...he HAS been broke and he HAS done some bangin' but he eventually gets powers and becomes Super Homie!

 

then uses his powers to make money working with people like Lester etc...he currently owns and underground bunker, clubhouse, office, vehicle warehouse, hangar, facility, multiple apartments ranging from cheap to Luxury and a fleet of cars, planes, bikes and boats...

 

He swimming in money..

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Also its not a Gentleman's comp, its Mr. Los Santos open to all males regardless of background and class

 

Also could I ask the organisers to use this pic of LL instead of the running one please..

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Also thanks to everyone who voted for me, I'm very happy and honoured to make it to Round 3, now I see the op I just remembered I didn't complete my round 1 properly....damn

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LL Cool L

 

This is beyond petty and an unecessary slight against another contestant. With a cocaine sweatshop of half-naked women and an office full of drug-money & other illegal contraband strewn all over the place Im not sure what moral high-ground you seek to appeal to (no offense). Just because a contestant has a background or persona that may be off the beaten path doesn't mean they don't deserve our full respect and fair judgments.

You call it petty but the point was clear. You'll never see a broke gangbanger win any major title such as "Mister city name here" over wealthy and very established bosses who run said city and how can you say anything about me being petty and taking a slight at him then turn around and do worse to me? lol You clearly just showed distain for my content then damn near judged me as a person from it. lol Wtf? Im done. Peace

 

The title of this contest should be "Mr. GTA Forumer 2017"

 

see right there is where you took it too seriously....something I see many forumers do here when talking about the game, you are blurring the lines....no one is in as deep as you...You don't run the city - that's all made up - LL does not have superpowers, its all made up - Its the narrtive we have all created and we are being judged on our stories, creativity, style, pictures etc

 

its a friendly comp featuring the Males characters in GTA Online, not who is the Richest or Biggest boss, in fact what competition have you seen this to be the case? Miss Universe? Mr. Universe?

 

I don't remember Steve Jobs or Rick Ross or Bill Gates or Pablo Escobar winning any Mr. Comps, or why doesn't the Mayor win Mr Insert City Name Here since they "run the city"

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I though you were joking at 1st but you are actually taking this point seriously..

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BumpyJohnson
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^ ^

Nah you completely ignored my point. Again, tell me where a broke gangbanger has won a major competition. Cant win a car comp wit no ride. Cant be a boss if you bangin for someone in charge over you. Let me know.

 

Also, Im not claiming to run the city. lol Im simply saying you wont see a broke gangbanger win any major comp over someone who's wealthy and established. Judges see differently so you good.

 

Mister and Miss Universe are BEAUTY comps. Is this a beauty comp for males? I didnt see that part in the intro. So if beauty isnt being compared then what are they judging? The story? If so you didnt really tell one so what are they judging?

No offence taken but err, LL is not a broke gangbanger, that's like saying your just a black dude in a suit (when is it clearly deeper than that) - I show his story at different points in his life...he HAS been broke and he HAS done some bangin' but he eventually gets powers and becomes Super Homie!

then uses his powers to make money working with people like Lester etc...he currently owns and underground bunker, clubhouse, office, vehicle warehouse, hangar, facility, multiple apartments ranging from cheap to Luxury and a fleet of cars, planes, bikes and boats...

He swimming in money..
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Also its not a Gentleman's comp, its Mr. Los Santos open to all males regardless of background and class

Bruh, 1st round you didnt post any story, say what he do, how much money he has, nothing and you say he's 23 so he cant be doing too much yet. Round 2 you say he's a gangbanger (which doesnt pay) and you say he's down on his luck (no car, no money) so he has to rob stores. Clearly at this point he isnt swimming in anything. :p So you saying the judges scored you based on what they actually know about your character instead of the two entries you posted? :O

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LL Cool L

Thats not the point - the point is you think you need to earn a certain amount of money or be some kind of success to make it far in this comp, when it is not about that..

 

your taking it too seriously talking about who runs the city etc...its about story and character, a homeless character could win if his story and entry is compelling enough

 

You are basically saying mine is not worthy because you perceive your character to be more of a boss

 

what I posted in round 1 barely got me through but it was enough, Round 2 was themed and one of the choices was being down on your luck sooo... and he did have a car - and expensive lowrider if you were paying attention....

 

 

wow just wow lol

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REXX

Just bear in mind that this is a game and a competition to have a bit of fun. We all know that in real life a gangbanger nor boss figure wouldn't even go near a beauty contest, but this being a game; pretty much anything is possible.

 

A biography should reflect the character (obviously). For example; LL states his character is a gangbanger hopping from store to store, but this is most likely just for the biography. LL saying he is swimming in money is probably referring to his in-game money - which correct me if I'm wrong, has nothing in relation to his character's biography.

 

I'm not on anyone's side here, I just want to make it clear that anyone could be Mister LS regardless what their biography states.

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Alright, guys, this is obviously going nowhere but down. The formula for Mister/Miss LS isn't perfect but in the grand scheme of things it works and has done so for several years. Miss LS started off somewhat rocky and has adjusted over time and so has Mister LS. Nothing and no one is perfect, that is clear. To argue on a forum about a virtual beauty pageant, though, is pushing the limit on what is worth discussing. Everyone stated their point and we 100% take them into account seriously. I'm unsure if next year a Mister LS will take place (as Miss LS skipped this year due to the age of GTA:O) but I fully welcome the skeptics to join the judges team or even take the hosting seat next year and see first hand that this is no easy task; that it's nearly impossible to please everyone.

For now, let's get back into the real deal which is men. I wouldn't call it derailing a thread but this back-and-forth isn't what this competition is about. Feel free to send me or anyone on the team a PM to resolve this without compromising the spirit of this game which should be light-hearted good fun. :)

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BumpyJohnson
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Thats not the point - the point is you think you need to earn a certain amount of money or be some kind of success to make it far in this comp, when it is not about that..

 

your taking it too seriously talking about who runs the city etc...its about story and character, a homeless character could win if his story and entry is compelling enough

 

You are basically saying mine is not worthy because you perceive your character to be more of a boss

 

what I posted in round 1 barely got me through but it was enough, Round 2 was themed and one of the choices was being down on your luck sooo... and he did have a car - and expensive lowrider if you were paying attention....

 

 

wow just wow lol

lol No but you shouldnt be able to advance broke. lol How is that compelling enough? What are you providing thats worthy of praise?

 

Nah YOU making it about me claiming to run the city. Nobody runs the city. Im saying a guy who does is more fitting imo for the title than someone who is broke thats all. As you said its about the story and a compelling one helps you win but you didnt even post a story period! lol

 

Im not saying your entry isnt worthy of the title because "mine" is more boss. Im saying you didnt post a story so you dont even have one to judge and the pics you posted seem like random snapmatic shots and dont look interesting enough for the title over others including myself who spent time writing good stories and posted interesting pics. Your shots are good shots but the content is too generic imo to be in the top 8 but you in and not me so okie.

 

And he broke he dont have a car. If he did he would sell it instead of robbing a store. He riding one of his friends ride. jk lol

 

 

The formula for Mister/Miss LS isn't perfect but in the grand scheme of things it works and has done so for several years. Everyone stated their point and we 100% take them into account seriously. I fully welcome the skeptics to join the judges team or even take the hosting seat next year and see first hand that this is no easy task; that it's nearly impossible to please everyone.

 

Feel free to send me or anyone on the team a PM to resolve this without compromising the spirit of this game which should be light-hearted good fun. :)

Here you go R3CON. The same automated brush off message we get everytime concerns are mentioned. :pp Edited by BumpyJohnson

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LL Cool L

LL states his character is a gangbanger hopping from store to store, but this is most likely just for the biography. LL saying he is swimming in money is probably referring to his in-game money - which correct me if I'm wrong, has nothing in relation to his character's biography.

not exactly REXX, I get what you mean tho, it is probably my fault for not finishing my bio in round 1....when I play, I play in his current state, he has money and all the things I mentioned earlier, in his past he was broke and was involved in gangbangin'...I chose any point in his timeline for the sake of the comp and to fit the themes available in Round 2

 

 

To argue on a forum about a virtual beauty pageant, though, is pushing the limit on what is worth discussing.

I agree however it is clear that no matter what our characters are somewhat a reflection of ourselves no matter how deep or literal the ties are, they are an extension of our personalizes .Bumpy and Miss LS have shown that people DO take things personal, I do a tiny bit but its not that deep to me, but Bumpy is the one singling me out and saying I am not worthy...I am responding to people talking about my entry

 

 

 

 

lol No but you shouldnt be able to advance broke. lol How is that compelling enough? What are you providing thats worthy of praise?

 

Nah YOU making it about me claiming to run the city. Nobody runs the city. Im saying a guy who does is more fitting imo for the title than someone who is broke thats all. As you said its about the story and a compelling one helps you win but you didnt even post a story period! lol

 

Im not saying your entry isnt worthy of the title because "mine" is more boss. Im saying you didnt post a story so you dont even have one to judge and the pics you posted seem like random snapmatic shots and dont look interesting enough for the title over others including myself who spent time writing good stories and posted interesting pics. Your shots are good shots but the content is too generic imo to be in the top 8 but you in and not me so okie.

 

And he broke he dont have a car. If he did he would sell it instead of robbing a store. He riding one of his friends ride. jk lol

Mate, you've got it all wrong, you are taking it too literally, you are the one who said your character is a boss who runs the city...

essentially it is a beauty pageant for male characters....you missed the part where we are ALSO being judged on Bio, dress sense, photos and presentation, that is all - there is no criteria to what occupation or how much money you have in game, what is wrong with you? then you call my snapmatics generic...why are you so bitter? ironic that your character has "being broke" as one of his dislikes....even if LL was broke so what? that has nothing to do with the comp. Round 2 had themes to chose from, one of which was "being down on your luck" then you diss me for this? lol its literally part of the show

 

Your views on my character are cool its your opinion but they do not reflect the format of Mr. LS

 

It's probs my fault for not being able to finish my round 1, I had real life commitments and I was last through to Round 2, I had time so I made a proper Round 2 entry, This is not my 1st time in Mr. LS people have seen him before and I post about him sometimes in other threads...the story is basically the same with a few minor changes...here's a look since you keep going on about it.. http://gtaforums.com/topic/869457-mister-los-santos-2016-a-mans-journey/?p=1069111414

 

I made some changes to his appearance and stuff and a I wanted to take time and make a proper contribution to this thread rather than just copying and pasting from last year's...don't worry I'll finish my Round 1 when I get back from work

Maybe you should be a judge next year since you are so opinionated on who should go through based on what...the judging criteria is there for all to see, I picked a part of his timeline to fit the themes in Round 2 a point where he WAS (past tense) broke - even though it should not matter

 

Since you wanna take it so literal, My character would kill yours in one blow since he is Super Homie and your just a man in a suit

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Testarossa

Third round was a surprise, wow. Who the hell would want to vote for me? That's odd. I'm probably gonna take some new pics because I feel I didn't deliver on the last round.

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Sanches
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I fully welcome the skeptics to join the judges team or even take the hosting seat next year

 

Hmm...

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wingoose

Slavery. Persecution. Damnatio ad bestias. Low life expectancy. The Roman Empire had its flaws. But the weight of which salt was valued, don't y'all just wish you were there right now with this topic to trade?

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wingoose

Seriously, though, congratulations to those in the final and good luck. Thanks to that one hero who voted in the poll for me and the judges. I'm just happy I got another commendation/special award to add to my signature. They're the only things I live for.

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MiroAWhite
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Thanks again to the judges for what I imagine was a fairly intense judging procedure.

 

Wasn't expecting a third round but I'll try to get some new shots in (if I can actually get into GTAOnline, no luck for the past few days)

In the mean time here's a random selection...What can I say ... the man runs an Ad-agency

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And this of course
After 4 weeks I finally got an update from PS4 so the video for MrLS2017 could be shared ... unfortunately I got frustrated after a week and deleted most of the scenes ... but one....



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Khaisz
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but I fully welcome the skeptics to join the judges team

I'm no skeptic, but can I judge next year?, if I can't win anything, I can damn sure atleast choose a winner. :p

 

Third round was a surprise, wow. Who the hell would want to vote for me? That's odd. I'm probably gonna take some new pics because I feel I didn't deliver on the last round.

Well 4 people would apperently.

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For my entry, I couldn't think what to add so thought I would do it in the form of a short story. I took inspiration from those Smuggler's Run type jobs, and my own love of treasure hunting stories and Boys' Own type adventure comics from my youth like Eagle and Valiant. Please bear in mind that I'm not a writer, and haven't done any creative writing since my school days, nor have I done any research so you'll have to forgive me for any technical errors or glaring plot holes. It is just a bit of fun after all. Sorry there are more than ten pics, I thought them necessary to tell the story.

I hope that it all ties together okay and that you enjoy.


 

 

 

The Sunken Case

A Los Santos short story

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1

THE PHONE CALL


It had started much like any other day. I had gone over to the office early because I had a stack of paperwork to catch up on. The business that I had started after my divorce was called No More Grief Incorporated, and from my military days when I used to be interested in all the GPS equipment, I had developed a mobile phone application that could track stolen cars. Further to that, any clients who registered with us could get a retrieval service. I had also branched out into other fields, including vehicle pick-up and drop-off, repossessions for the car dealers, luxury limousine hire, that kind of thing.

I had a guy working for me called Eddie, he was on the level and had served in the US navy. Strong and dependable, he didnt take any sh*t, and was good at the repo work and retrieving stolen vehicles. My other employee was Lisa, my assistant. She was great, and did everything around the office. I had come to depend on both of them, and between the three of us, we operated a pretty smooth ship. We managed to cover Los Santos and even up over the hill into Blaine County. Good job too. I was paying two lots of alimony and had a teenage daughter that was able to spend money as fast as I could make it.

I had been at my desk for about an hour when Lisa stuck her head around the corner in the office.
"You have a call boss. Somebody called Molly"
"Okay, put her through" I replied.

Molly Lubitz was an aspiring actress in Vinewood. She hadnt even hit the C-list, but she had done a handful of low budget movies, including one or two that I wouldnt take my mother to. She had hit the local headlines earlier in the year because she had been married to a pilot who had been flying back from Blaine County during a heavy storm one night and had vanished.

Aaron Lubitz ran charter flights up and down San Andreas, deliveries, business trips, leisure flights, that sort of thing. He usually operated between Los Santos international, and the airfield up in Grapeseed, flying the east coast air corridor. When he went missing, for some reason he hadnt filed a flight plan and his transponder had been switched off. Despite an extensive search of his usual route, the plane and Aaron were never found. The only thing recovered was part of the plane's rudder with the aircraft's identification number stamped on it, which had washed up on a beach near the power plant.

I had met Molly and Aaron at a lowbrow showbiz party when I was married to Kelly. We had hit it off and used to often get together, the four of us. We had remained friends after my divorce.
"Hey Molly" I said into the phone "how are you?"
"Steve" she replied, she sounded upset "Aaron's car has gone"
"Gone?" I sat up "Stolen?"
"I, I think so. I thought you might be able to get it back?"

I didn't have the heart to say I told you so because I had been trying to get her and Aaron to have our tracking systems fitted to their cars for some time. He had this really nice Dominator, in orange. I had been thinking about getting one myself.

Aaron's disappearance had been tough on Molly. It was hard enough to get work as an actress in Vinewood, and they had relied mainly on Aaron's income from his air charter business. I knew she was already in a bit of financial trouble. A buddy who worked over at a rival car repo place told me that her car had already been repossessed, and she was facing foreclosure on their house. I figured that she probably hadn't got Aaron's car insured.
"Sure" I said gently "I'll ask around. I know a guy who might be able to help"

 

CHAPTER 2

LEROY'S TALE

 

“Lamar” I said when I heard the voice finally answer.

“Do you know what time it is motherf*cker?” Lamar said, his usual affable self.

“Eleven thirty?” I asked, feigning surprise.

“Yeah, eleven thirty” he grumbled “What the f*ck do you want?”

“I need to find a car” I said, leaning back in my chair.

“Then use one of your tracker things fool”

“This one doesn’t have one fitted unfortunately” I went on “Orange Dominator, Los Santos plates. Went missing from a place over by west Vinewood two nights ago”

I could hear more complaining and rustling about. It sounded like I had got Lamar out of bed.

“Go see Leroy over at his store” came the eventual reply “He or Franklyn will probably know what happened to it”

“Thanks Lamar, I owe you one” I said in a deliberately cheerful voice.

There was no reply. Mr Sleepyhead had simply hung up on me.

 

Lamar had a buddy named Leroy who ran an electrical goods store downtown. It was a legit enough business, but it was also how Leroy fenced a lot of hot goods. TV’s, tablets, mobile phones. I had been in to speak to him, and he had told me to wait outside in the car. A short time later he came out and locked up the place for the night. He pulled down the shutters before coming over and getting into my car. I had met Leroy once before through Lamar, he had been in trouble with some of the Ballas, a street gang that occupied south central Los Santos. I had helped him out.

“Word up Steve” he said, giving me a fist bump.

“What do you know about a Dominator Leroy?” I asked “Bright orange, Los Santos plates.”

“Why would I know anything homey?” Leroy shrugged.

“Because Lamar said that between you and your pal Franklyn, nothing goes on in this town that you don’t know about when it comes to hot property, and especially hot cars”

“Nothing to do with me man” Leroy shrugged “I thought all your marks had your little gizmo fitted” He laughed “Damn, I hear that thing of yours makes those cars harder than a motherf*cker to steal”

“Thanks” I smiled at the backhanded compliment “This car belongs, or at least belonged, to a friend”

“Who’s the friend?” Leroy sat up. I didn’t want to tell him, but he gave me that look as if to remind me who was doing who a favour here.

“Molly Lubitz”

“The actress?” Leroy exclaimed “You’re f*cking with me?”

“It was Aaron’s” I said, looking out the driver’s window “Her husband”

“Yeah well” Leroy slumped back in his seat “He ain’t gonna be needing it no more”

“What do you know about him?” it was now my turn to sit up.

“Same as everybody else man, I read the newspapers. Supposedly went down in a plane somewhere along the east coast” Leroy shrugged, pulling out a small tin and rolling up some tobacco

“Yeah he supposedly did, he was a pilot working out of LSIA” I said “but they never found the plane, nor him”

“They never found the money neither” Leroy licked the roll up, popped the cigarette between his lips and pulled out a zippo.


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“What money?” I asked

“Aw man, for somebody who was supposed to be his friend, you don’t know sh*t do you?” Leroy took a drag on the cigarette and slumped further back in the car seat. I opened the window, it wasn’t just tobacco that Leroy seemed to be enjoying.

“Word around the camp fire is that your friend Aaron was in with some bad motherf*ckers. I know that he was moving some serious coke up and down the east coast of San Andreas” Leroy smiled at my bewildered expression “Your buddy was a courier man. He worked for Martin Madrazo”

“How the f*ck do you know all this Leroy?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Aaron was a straight up guy. As far as I knew, he had never even had so much as a parking ticket.

Most people knew Madrazo, a dangerous drug kingpin and all-round gangster. He had beat a couple of murder trials due to lack of witnesses. Not the sort of guy you would want to work for, or double cross.

 

“One of my boys has a chop shop downtown” Leroy went on “You heard of Benny’s?”

“I know it” I said.

“Well” Leroy continued “one day two of Martin’s boys came in the shop one day with his red 62’ Casco. The car had a dented fender, seems that his girl had backed it into the wall up at that house he owns in the hills. Madrazo loves his Italian cars man, I mean he loves ‘em. Those cars even get so much as a scratch, he has his guys bring it to Benny for detailing. He don’t trust nobody else to do the work”

“If he’s that good, maybe I should tell Eddie” I replied. Eddie owned a classic Casco, but I didn’t think he had heard about Benny’s

“Damn first. So Benny overhears ‘em talking about an Aaron Lubitz, this plane goin’ down and some guy by the name of Walter. You know how those motherf*ckers can’t keep their mouths shut” Leroy continued between drags on his roll-up. “This dude Walter had been holdin’ onto some kind of GPS tracker, a bit like the sh*t you make for cars, you know? Your boy had been flying back south with a tracked case full of Madrazo’s drug money when he apparently went down, but nobody knows where exactly”


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“He hadn’t filed a flight plan” I said, everything starting to make sense.

“Now you know why. Anyhow, Walter had taken Martin’s tracker for the money case, guess he figured he could find out what happened to it and claim it for himself” Leroy continued “Some of Martin’s guys had been chasin’ him trying to get it back and his car hit the wall by the tracks down near the LS River, over by the rail yard. You can see where because the paint is all down the concrete”

“What happened to him?”

“What do you f*ckin’ think man?” Leroy smiled “That dude probably ended up in deeper water than your buddy. You don’t steal from Martin Madrazo. It’s lucky for your girl that Madrazo believes that this dude Lubitz and the plane went down. If he didn’t, he would be leaning on her hard”

“And the GPS tracker?”

Leroy shrugged “As far as Benny could make out, they didn’t find it. Maybe this guy threw it out the car man, sh*t I don’t know. Madrazo will have been pissed though. Benny heard ‘em say that he always had his money packed into these large watertight cases, and this one apparently had five million dollars in it”

Leroy opened the door and got out of the car, I was processing the amazing story he had just told me.

“Yo, by the way” Leroy leaned in the open door of the car “That Dominator you’re looking for. Try El Burro Heights, east Los Santos. Watch yourself with those Vagos man. Peace”

 

CHAPTER 3

THE TRACKER

 

“Are you crazy?” Lisa was incredulous as she followed me round to my desk.

“Five million dollars” I said “Just think about it, it’s out there” I opened the cupboard in my office and reached for my flashlight.

“Steve, the police and the coastguard looked for that plane for weeks” Lisa continued “It was all over the news. They never found it”

“Ah, but they didn’t have the GPS tracker” I smiled.

Lisa leaned against the wall and folded her arms “Neither do you. How do you know this guy, this Leroy, isn’t just full of crap?”

“I don’t. But if anything was tossed from a car down there, then I think I know where it might be” I said “It’s got to be worth a look, right?”

I checked the flashlight, giving it a shake, it was working fine.

“I’m going to find Aaron and the plane, for Molly” I said, pulling on my jacket “And I’m going to find that money” I walked out of the office into the hallway and called the elevator.

“Drug money!” Lisa replied, following me. She wasn’t happy with this plan.

“They’re just paper bills Lisa. It’s what you do with them that matters” I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby, the doors slid shut.

“Be careful” I heard her shout.

 

My plan was simple, or so I thought. If I could find the GPS tracker then I could locate the plane. If the money was there like Leroy said, I would recover it, then tip off the cops to the plane’s location, send them some GPS co-ordinates. Once the plane and Aaron had been found, Madrazo would hear about it and just assume that the cops had seized the money. I mean, he wasn’t likely to go asking for it back was he? I could filter it through the business, and maybe use some of it to help Molly out. No-one would be any the wiser.

 

It was just after 1am when I pulled up a block or two away from the railyard. I didn’t want to leave my Gallivanter anywhere it could be linked to me, and so walked the short distance to where the road and the rail track ran parallel. It was quiet except for a dog barking somewhere in the distance. Between the road and the rail line, a walled upstand housed the grille covering to the subway below. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Leroy had said, about how Walter might have thrown the GPS tracker out of the car around here. There was nothing to lose by taking a look.

 

I walked down the road shining my flashlight along the wall. Sure enough after a few hundred yards, I came across a long series of scrape marks with red paint. I felt the wall and shone my light around. There was nothing on the ground, not even in the weeds and scrub that grew out of the concrete wall base. I walked up and down several times, but I couldn’t see anything that looked like it could be Walter’s tracker.


I vaulted over the concrete wall and looked down through the grating. Could it have gone down here I wondered? I shone the light down, but the subway beneath was too deep for me to see anything. I would have to get down there and take a proper look.

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It was quite a walk up the rail track to where the rails disappeared below ground into the tunnel. I counted paces as I walked so I had a rough idea of how far back to walk once on the lines. I headed down into the darkness. It was a double line tunnel, and every so often along the walls there were service doors to the maintenance passage. I knew that if a train came I could just hop onto the other track or squeeze into one of the door recesses.

I got to where I thought I ought to be and stopped to look up, I figured that I was right beneath where I had been looking street-side. I walked up and down shining the flashlight along the ground. There was plenty of debris and other trash down here, years worth.

Thats when I saw it.

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Similar to a Garmin type GPS device, it wasn’t much bigger than a mobile phone. It was lying face down, and as I picked it up and turned it over I hissed “Damn” under my breath. It was smashed. I turned it on and it lit up, but the LCD screen was just black where the damage had caused the liquid crystals to bleed. Every thirty seconds or so it beeped.

 

It was then I heard voices. I could see two flashlights up the tunnel in the same direction as I had taken to get down here, the owners of which were heading in my direction. I quickly shoved the GPS tracker in my coat pocket so as to hide the light emanating from the screen, and broke into a jog in the opposite direction, heading deeper into the tunnel.

 

These two guys had obviously seen or heard somebody because they yelled. Then I heard a single gunshot ring out and I picked up my pace. I was unarmed, and I couldn’t risk them getting anywhere near me and identifying me. Fortunately for me I ran every day, old habits from my military days, and I was able to keep up a running pace as I made my way deeper into the underground tunnels.


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Eventually I reached a section of underground that was under construction, but it was late and the place was deserted. I looked back down the tunnel. I couldnt see flashlights nor hear any voices. I had lost them.

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It took me another hour to make my way back up to street level and walk the few blocks to where I had left the car. I wasnt being followed, but old habits die hard, so I did a convoluted route back to the office in order to ensure anybody who might try to follow me was shaken off.

CHAPTER 4

THE MODEL

 

It was almost 4am by the time I got back. I had a bed in the back that I would use occasionally when working late, and I climbed on and closed my eyes. I was still running on adrenaline but I managed to sleep until about eight thirty, when Lisa woke me.

“Well?” she asked, when I later emerged showered and dressed.

“I got it. But it’s broken”

 

We had similar devices in our stock room at the back, and I managed to salvage a replacement LCD screen and with a bit of soldering, get the tracker displaying properly again. I had to wrap some insulating tape around it to keep the batteries in, because the battery holder was also broken.

 

On the boardroom table I had a detailed scale model of Blaine County and Los Santos. It had ordnance survey lines printed on it and the contours were in 3D. It had been given to me by one of our clients, who ran a business making these for corporations and exhibitions.

 

I set the GPS tracker on the table, switched it on and read the co-ordinates. Scaling the distance and direction from our location at the office I measured it along the model with a tape measure, then pulling the top off a magic marker with my teeth, I placed a dot on the blue plastic representing the ocean where the suggested crash site was. The plane had gone down about two kilometres off the coast, north east of a small group of islets. The contour lines on the model showed that the water there was about 25 metres deep.

 

“No wonder the plane hasn’t been found” I looked up at Lisa “Aaron’s regular flight path was along the coastline, not two clicks out to sea. He was way off his usual course”


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CHAPTER 5

INTO THE BLUE


One of the first things I had done when I arrived in San Andreas was to get my pilot's license. Everybody flies around here, and learning to fly was pretty inexpensive. I couldnt afford my own plane yet, so I would rent planes by the day when I needed one. I had booked a small Dodo seaplane which I was going to fly up to the crash site shown on the GPS.

We would need a boat with a winch to haul up the case. I couldnt do this alone and had to involve Eddie, so I told him about Aaron, Molly and the money, and he had agreed to go on ahead with a RIB and dive gear, and meet me there. Eddie was so solid he would have done it for his regular pay packet, but the thought of getting a cut of five million dollars was even more of an incentive.

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I took off using the harbour waterway down at the Los Santos helipad and soared up into the clear blue Los Santos sunshine. It was early morning, and as I banked around to head east I looked down at this city that I now called home.

I had the GPS on the seat next to me and levelled the plane out, heading towards the coast. I flew over the oil derricks at Elysium fields and dropped down over Palomino, before banking left again to head due north.

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After flying for about half an hour I looked down and could see a small flotilla of boats and platforms on the water. It looked like a salvage operation, and straight away I suspected that these were Madrazo’s people looking for the plane.

 

Unlucky for them they were about twelve kilometres too far south-south west. Planes flew in these parts all the time, so I wasn’t worried that they may have seen me. For all they knew I was just another leisure flight carrying tourists. Nevertheless, I wanted to get this over and done with.

 

The GPS beeps were getting closer together, and I could see that I only had three kilometres to go. I had brought the two-way radios. They had a range of about five kilometres. Eddie had taken one as well.

“Eddie come in, over” I said into the radio.

“Receiving Steve, what’s your location?”

“Three clicks south”

“Roger. I’m in position”

Eventually I was low enough that I could see the black rigid inflatable and Eddie waving like a madman. I set the plane down onto the water and brought it around to the boat. The GPS was beeping rapidly. I guessed that we were right above the plane wreckage.

“Good flight in?” Eddie lashed the boat to the plane pontoons.

“I think Madrazo’s boys are down the coast about twelve clicks” I replied “we’d better hurry in case they get curious and come up here”


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A short time later on the boat I had pulled on some scuba gear and was ready to head down. Taking hold of the winch cable I gave Eddie the thumbs up, before toppling myself backwards over the hull.

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I kicked hard, and started to make my descent. My depth gauge read 10 metres, 15, 20, 25. I had reached the shelf but I couldnt see the plane. After a few passes up and down at this depth, finally I spotted it.

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It had come to rest right side up on an inclined shelf. The windscreen was smashed and the pilots door had been wrenched open. I swam up closer and grabbed the door handle to pull myself closer and peered inside.

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There was no body. It didn’t actually surprise me that I couldn’t see Aaron, it had been six months, and these waters were known for sharks.

 

There on the back seats, I could see what we had come for. It looked like a large black toolbox, the sort that you might buy at the hardware store, with handles on either end. I just about managed to drag it out over onto the front seats, before looping the winch cable through the handle and affixing the carabiner around it. I gave three sharp tugs on the cable, and guided the case off the seat. It swung free in the water then started to slowly rise as Eddie winched it to the surface above.

 

I held the cable and swam slowly upwards to the surface through clouds of bubbles created by my regulator. As I broke surface Eddie was winding the winch handle with one hand and looking through his binoculars with the other. He put them down and reached over the side to haul me in.

“You better take a look at this boss” he said handing me the binoculars and pointing south before winding the winch handle again.


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I lifted the binoculars and looked in the direction he had just indicated. Bouncing over the waves was another RIB, and it was headed straight for us.

“I’ll start the plane” I said.

I dumped the tank and regulator set on the RIB, pulled off the flippers and quickly peeled myself out of my wetsuit. Swinging myself up into the Dodo I started the engines, and the propellers kicked into life.

Eddie had got the case to the surface, and between us we managed to haul it up into the boat.

“Get going” Eddie shouted, starting to untie the rope that lashed the RIB to the plane “I’ll split in the boat”

“Load the case into the plane Eddie, they can’t follow it in their boat”

For a moment Eddie hesitated, then helped me to load the case onto the rear seats of the seaplane.

I climbed back up into the pilot’s seat “Meet me back at the harbour” I shouted, pulling on my headset.

Eddie nodded, and then I watched him as he pushed the RIB full throttle, heading away from the oncoming vessel.

I gave the seaplane full engines, and after a short skip across the waves, I pulled back on the control yoke to lift off, climbing up and away towards Mount Gordo.

We’d done it. We had f*cking done it!

 

CHAPTER 6

MOLLY LUBITZ

 

I met Eddie back at Los Santos harbour a few hours later and we loaded the case into the back of his van. It was now evening and the sun was beginning to dip out to the west over Vespucci Beach.

“The pilot?” Eddie asked closing the van rear doors.

“Aaron? Nothing left of him” I replied. “Sharks I guess” I felt for Molly. I wasn’t going to tell her about any of this. It was a short drive across town back to the office. I still couldn’t believe that we had got away with it.


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We arrived back at No More Grief and between us, we carried the case upstairs to the office using the elevator. Most of the other offices in the building were now closed for the day, and the place was quiet.

 

Lisa was there waiting for us, and we set the case down on the floor. We knelt down and looked for the opening catch. Pressing the catch caused a small flap to spring up and my heart sank. The case had a six digit combination lock. I had to laugh, I couldn’t believe it.

“f*ck” I said.

“I’ll get the grinder” Eddie stood up.

“You’ll set off the anti-tamper dye” I said, pointing to the warning sticker on the case.

“You could always ask Madrazo what the code is” Lisa said, sarcastically.

 

“The code is in the car”

 

We all turned round at hearing this new voice to see Molly Lubitz standing there in my office behind us.

“Molly? What the hell? You knew about this all along?” I finally asked, getting to my feet.

“I - it was Aaron’s idea. We were going to take it and disappear. Maybe go to Liberty City” She seemed nervous and was on the verge of tears.

 

“Jesus Molly” I moved to the window and looked down “You weren’t followed here were you?” The last thing I wanted was for Madrazo to link Aaron to me. That was a level of heat that I really didn’t need.

 

The floodgates opened and Molly poured out her tale of woe. Aaron had apparently made some bad business investments and they were in real trouble financially. He had met Madrazo and agreed to act as his courier, no questions asked. He would take packages from LSIA to Blaine County, and bring packages back. That was supposed to be it.

 

Aaron had figured out quickly that what he was bringing back each time was a sh*t-load of Martin’s money. They had somehow got hold of the combination code to the money case and had been skimming a little of it off the top each time. Aaron had decided though that on the next trip, he was going to take the lot.

 

I looked at the case. Who could really blame them?

 

I had been hoping to get away with not having to go after Molly’s car. Five million dollars? I could just buy her a new one. Now, after all we had been through, I had to go and retrieve it from a gun-toting gang of Hispanics. I must be f*cking loco.

 

I picked up my keys and opened my desk drawer, taking my holstered Browning pistol. I had always favoured the Browning since my days in the Regiment. It was reliable, and this one had been with me in some pretty hairy situations in Northern Ireland, Afghanistan and Iraq. I picked up the two-way radios again.

 

“Keys?” I turned to Molly, holding out my hand. She reached into her bag and handed me the keys for the Dominator.

“You need a hand?” Eddie offered.

“No, I’m hoping that we can do this quietly” I replied, not optimistic.

“Come on” I said to Molly “You can help me look for it”

 

CHAPTER 7

WHO YOU TRYIN TO GET CRAZY WITH ESSE?

 

Molly and I headed over to El Burro Heights. There was a large Hispanic community at this end of town, which also meant some pretty fierce gangs, the Vagos being the largest. It was just after midnight, we cruised around the neighbourhood a couple of times looking for the Dominator.

 

“There it is!” Molly finally said, pointing. I followed her finger and could see the orange of Aaron’s car up the side of a run-down house right on the edge of the neighbourhood, close to the freeway. Three youths were hanging out by the house. They looked like your typical Hispanic gang-bangers, long shorts, checked shirts, socks and sandals types. I drove around the block, turning the lights off, before slowly pulling up some way down the street.

 

Reaching across Molly’s lap, I opened the glove compartment and pulled out a large laser pointer and gave it to her. Switching on the radios, I passed her one of those also. She looked at them in bewilderment.

 

“Okay” I said “This is the plan. I’m going to go down there and play cop, your job is to play at being control. When I get on the radio, you answer with something that sounds like the cops”

“Steve, I don’t know anything about being in the police!” she exclaimed.

“Well you’re the f*cking actress” I said “Think of something. Improvise” I pulled out my wallet and made sure it was open at my driving licence “When you hear the word “snipers” press this button, point this at them and wave it around a bit, not before. Understand?”

“I think so” she said, looking at the laser pointer.


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I pulled on some body armour. Not only did it make me look the part, I thought it might help if these kids got a bit crazy and started shooting. Professionals I could deal with, but stoned gang members with guns, anything could happen. I’d seen the sniper laser trick on an episode of Breaking Bad. Maybe it would work, maybe not.

 

“Keep the engine running. You drive this car when I give the signal, I’ll drive the Dominator. Where’s the code?”

“On a printed label stuck under the steering wheel column” she replied, then placed her hand on my arm as I opened the door “Hey, you okay driving stick?”

“I’m British love, we all drive stick” I winked.

I got out of the car, and clipped the radio to the body armour, and with my wallet in one hand and my Browning in another, I set off towards the house.

As I got near, the Vagos boys turned to look at me, liquor bottles and reefers in hand.

“Yo motherf*cker, what do you want?” one shouted.

“Police!” I shouted back, flashing my wallet at them quickly and pointing my Browning towards them “Don’t f*cking move!”


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I was using my best San Andreas accent, but even after years of living here, it still wasn’t very convincing. However, it made these three clowns throw up their hands, and throw whatever it was they were smoking into the bushes nearby. It probably helped that my military background meant that I held my pistol correctly, not in that one-handed fashion so common amongst the street kids.

“Hey, easy homes” one said.

“Shut up” I shouted “Put your hands on the back of your head and turn around!”

These kids knew the drill, and turned round without much persuasion. I kept my pistol on them and pressed my radio.

“10-23. Target located” This was the only police code I knew, because I had been present a few times during repo jobs when we had needed the LSPD to assist us.

“Proceed with caution” Molly’s voice replied “Backup is on its way”

I was impressed. Molly was playing the part, a future Oscar winner for sure.

“Copy that” I said, loudly so these guys heard me clearly “Ready snipers!”

On cue, Molly began to shine the laser pointer from the Gallivanter up the street, and the red dot appeared on the wall of the house in front of my three “suspects”

 

“See that?” I said to them indicating the dot above their heads “Make one wrong move, including turning around, and your head gets f*cking blown off!”

“Yo man” one cried “We didn’t do anything”

I patted each one of them down. Two of them were clean, but the third had a C9 tucked into his shorts. I took it and stuck it down the waistband of my jeans.

“That car is reported stolen” I said, indicating the Dominator “I’m taking it in. I should take all three of you assholes in for grand theft auto. If you don’t want a dozen more cops here in three minutes, then don’t f*cking move!”

These kids weren’t stupid, and would quickly see through this charade so I had to hurry.

I went up the side of the house and fired up the Dominator, backing it out of the driveway. They were still stood with their hands on their heads.

“You lads have a nice evening” I said in my own accent to the bewildered three as I passed, then pressed the radio “Okay Molly, get out of there”


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We got out of the neighbourhood as quick as we could. The two-ways were still in range so I pressed the button.

“Molly follow me, and don’t f*cking crash my car!”

“Don’t f*cking crash mine!” came the indignant reply. It made me smile, fair enough.

I felt under the steering wheel, and sure enough, my thumbnail caught what felt like a sticky label, the type you print yourselves from those office label machines. I peeled it off and stuck it to the back of my hand. Heading across town towards the office I phoned Lisa.

“I have the code Lisa, are you ready?” I said, balancing my cell between my neck and my shoulder “Okay 6 – 5 – 6 – 3 – 2 – 6”

I could hear her repeating the numbers to Eddie. There was silence for a minute, I heard a click, and then I heard Lisa’s voice.

“Oh my god!”

From her reaction, it sounded as if we had done it.

“We’ll be twenty minutes” I said, then pressed the button on the phone to hang up “Bingo!”

 

CHAPTER 8

WINNER TAKES ALL

 

Molly and I arrived back at the office together. As we rushed out of the elevator and into the office I could see Lisa and Eddie with their arms raised, and straight away I knew something was up. As I rounded the corner to my desk, instantly all the pieces started to click into place. I stopped dead in my tracks. Sat there in my chair with his pistol pointed at us was none other than Aaron, surrounded by piles of the money all over my desk. This was a set up, and I had fallen for it, literally, hook, line and sinker. Worse still, I had left both my Browning and the Vagos kid’s C9 in the car downstairs.

“Back from the dead huh?” I could have kicked myself.

“Sorry boss, I couldn’t warn you” Lisa said.

“Yes, sorry Steve” Aaron stood up, his pistol aimed straight at me “We weren’t going to involve you until the GPS smashed. But we needed somebody who knew how to repair it. Somebody not connected to Madrazo. When my car was stolen, we definitely needed you in”

“Come on, you couldn’t have known that I would find that GPS tracker” I laughed

“Who do you think put it there?” Aaron said “And who do you think followed you in the tunnel that night?”

“That was you?”

“And Walter” Aaron replied with a nod towards Eddie.

“I gotta say boss, you’re a hard man to keep up with” Eddie suddenly said, lowering his hands and walking over to where Aaron was stood. “We didn’t expect you down there quite so quick and at first thought you were some homeless bum. We couldn’t risk anybody else finding the tracker”

I had to laugh, I had been taken for a mug. Eddie, my so-called loyal and trusted employee. I had even considered him to be my friend.

“Eddie you snake!” Lisa cried.

“The two guys in Benny’s. That was you two wasn’t it? It was your Casco Eddie, not Madrazo’s” I said.

“We knew Benny would feed that story to Leroy, and we knew that Leroy would feed it to you” Eddie replied, now brandishing his own pistol.

 

 

I felt like smashing his face in. I had been royally stitched up. These two jokers had concocted this whole plan so as to get their hands on five million of Martin Madrazo’s money and disappear. Faking a plane crash and a death to throw Madrazo off the scent, they had waited until they thought the heat had died down before coming up with this scheme to get somebody out of the loop to repair the GPS and retrieve the money for them.

 

“You better all pray that Martin doesn’t find you” I said grimly.

“Are you going to tell him?” Aaron sneered.

 

Aaron was right, I couldn’t say anything about this to Madrazo. He wouldn’t be too impressed with my role in this little caper if he ever found out, and the phrase “Shoot the messenger” might well end up becoming literally true. Besides, for as much as I could have willingly thrown these two out of my office window right then, I was fond of Molly, and I didn’t want any harm to come to her. These three were going to disappear with the five million, and there was nothing I could do about it.

 

Lisa and I spent the next hour stacking the money into fold-out cardboard stationary boxes. Aaron kept Lisa at gunpoint upstairs whilst I was forced to help Eddie load them into his van. To anybody watching, it just looked as if we were moving office files. When the last box was loaded, Eddie got into the driver’s seat.


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“See you around Steve”

“Somehow, I don’t think you will” I shot back, before heading back upstairs. Aaron and Molly were ready to go.

“Your van is loaded. Now both of you get the f*ck out of my office” I gestured behind me towards the door with my thumb. Aaron backed up towards the door, still with his pistol levelled, but Molly stepped forward. She was tearful.

“Steve I’m so sorry” she cried.

“Yeah” I replied, looking at both of them in turn “you may be”

 

And with that, they were gone.


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Lisa and I didn’t say anything for a few minutes, both of us thinking about what had happened, and what could have been. Then, as if to bring us back down to reality, the phone rang. Lisa let it ring for what seemed like an eternity, before picking it up and saying those familiar words in the most cheerful voice she could muster.

 

“Good morning, you’re through to No More Grief, how may I help you?”

Edited by Big Molio

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wingoose

What's the TLDR summary? ;)

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For my entry, I couldnt think what to add so thought I would do it in the form of a short story. I took inspiration from those Smugglers Run type jobs, and my own love of treasure hunting stories and Boys Own type adventure comics from my youth like Eagle and Valiant. Please bear in mind that Im not a writer, and havent done any creative writing since my school days, nor have I done any research so youll have to forgive me for any technical errors or glaring plot holes. Its just a bit of fun after all. Sorry there are more than ten pics, I thought them necessary to tell the story.

 

 

 

 

 

I hope it all ties together okay and that you enjoy.

 

 

 

 

The Sunken Case

A Los Santos short story

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1

THE PHONE CALL

It had started much like any other day. I had gone over to the office early because I had a stack of paperwork to catch up on. The business that I had started after my divorce was called No More Grief Incorporated, and from my military days when I used to be interested in all the GPS equipment, I had developed a mobile phone application that could track stolen cars. Further to that, any clients who registered with us could get a retrieval service. I had also branched out into other fields, including vehicle pick-up and drop-off, repossessions for the car dealers, luxury limousine hire, that kind of thing.

 

I had a guy working for me called Eddie, he was on the level and had served in the US navy. Strong and dependable, he didnt take any sh*t, and was good at the repo work and retrieving stolen vehicles. My other employee was Lisa, my assistant. She was great, and did everything around the office. I had come to depend on both of them, and between the three of us, we operated a pretty smooth ship. We managed to cover Los Santos and even up over the hill into Blaine County. Good job too. I was paying two lots of alimony and had a teenage daughter that was able to spend money as fast as I could make it.

 

I had been at my desk for about an hour when Lisa stuck her head around the corner in the office.

You have a call boss. Somebody called Molly

Okay, put her through I replied.

 

Molly Lubitz was an aspiring actress in Vinewood. She hadnt even hit the C-list, but she had done a handful of low budget movies, including one or two that I wouldnt take my mother to. She had hit the local headlines earlier in the year because she had been married to a pilot who had been flying back from Blaine County during a heavy storm one night and had vanished.

 

Aaron Lubitz ran charter flights up and down San Andreas, deliveries, business trips, leisure flights, that sort of thing. He usually operated between Los Santos international, and the airfield up in Grapeseed, flying the east coast air corridor. When he went missing, for some reason he hadnt filed a flight plan and his transponder had been switched off. Despite an extensive search of his usual route, the plane and Aaron were never found. The only thing recovered was part of the planes rudder, with the aircrafts identification number stamped on it, which washed up on a beach near the power plant.

 

I had met Molly and Aaron at a lowbrow showbiz party when I was married to Kelly. We had hit it off and used to often get together, the four of us. We had remained friends after my divorce.

Hey Molly I said into the phone how are you?

Steve she replied, she sounded upset Aarons car has gone

Gone? I sat up Stolen?

I, I think so. I thought you might be able to get it back?

 

I didnt have the heart to say I told you so because I had been trying to get her and Aaron to have our tracking systems fitted to their cars for some time. He had this really nice Dominator, in orange. I had been thinking about getting one myself.

 

Aarons disappearance had been tough on Molly. It was hard enough to get work as an actress in Vinewood, and they had relied mainly on Aarons income from his air charter business. I knew she was already in a bit of financial trouble. A buddy who worked over at a rival car repo place told me that her car had already been repossessed, and she was facing foreclosure on their house. I figured that she probably hadnt got Aarons car insured.

Sure I said gently Ill ask around. I know a guy who might be able to help

 

 

 

CHAPTER 2

LEROYS TALE

Lamar I said when I heard the voice finally answer.

Do you know what time it is motherf*cker? Lamar said, his usual affable self.

Eleven thirty? I asked, feigning surprise.

Yeah, eleven thirty he grumbled What the f*ck do you want?

I need to find a car I said, leaning back in my chair.

Then use one of your tracker things fool

This one doesnt have one fitted unfortunately I went on Orange Dominator, Los Santos plates. Went missing from a place over by west Vinewood two nights ago

I could hear more complaining and rustling about. It sounded like I had got Lamar out of bed.

Go see Leroy over at his store came the eventual reply He or Franklyn will probably know what happened to it

Thanks Lamar, I owe you one I said in a deliberately cheerful voice.

There was no reply. Mr Sleepyhead had simply hung up on me.

 

Lamar had a buddy named Leroy who ran an electrical goods store downtown. It was a legit enough business, but it was also how Leroy fenced a lot of hot goods. TVs, tablets, mobile phones. I had been in to speak to him, and he had told me to wait outside in the car. A short time later he came out and locked up the place for the night. He pulled down the shutters before coming over and getting into my car. I had met Leroy once before through Lamar, he had been in trouble with some of Ballas, a street gang that occupied south central Los Santos. I had helped him out.

Word up Steve he said, giving me a fist bump.

What do you know about a Dominator Leroy? I asked Bright orange, Los Santos plates.

Why would I know anything homey? Leroy shrugged.

Because Lamar said that between you and your pal Franklyn, nothing goes on in this town that you dont know about when it comes to hot property, and especially hot cars

Nothing to do with me man Leroy shrugged I thought all your marks had your little gizmo fitted He laughed Damn, I hear that thing of yours makes those cars harder than a motherf*cker to steal

Thanks I smiled at the backhanded compliment This car belongs, or at least belonged, to a friend

Whos the friend? Leroy sat up. I didnt want to tell him, but he gave me that look as if to remind me who was doing who a favour here.

Molly Lubitz

The actress? Leroy exclaimed Youre f*cking with me?

It was Aarons I said, looking out the drivers window Her husband

Yeah well Leroy slumped back in his seat He aint gonna be needing it no more

What do you know about him? it was now my turn to sit up.

Same as everybody else man, I read the newspapers. Supposedly went down in a plane somewhere along the east coast Leroy shrugged, pulling out a small tin and rolling up some tobacco

Yeah he supposedly did, he was a pilot working out of LSIA I said but they never found the plane, nor him

They never found the money neither Leroy licked the roll up, popped the cigarette between his lips and pulled out a zippo.

 

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What money? I asked

Aw man, for somebody who was supposed to be his friend, you dont know sh*t do you? Leroy took a drag on the cigarette and slumped further back in the car seat. I opened the window, it wasnt just tobacco that Leroy seemed to be enjoying.

Word around the camp fire is that your friend Aaron was in with some bad motherf*ckers. I know that he was moving some serious coke up and down the east coast of San Andreas Leroy smiled at my bewildered expression Your buddy was a courier man. He worked for Martin Madrazo

How the f*ck do you know all this Leroy? I couldnt believe what I was hearing. Aaron was a straight up guy. As far as I knew, he had never even had so much as a parking ticket.

Most people knew Madrazo, a dangerous drug kingpin and all-round gangster. He had beat a couple of murder trials due to lack of witnesses. Not the sort of guy you would want to work for, or double cross.

 

One of my boys has a chop shop downtown Leroy went on You heard of Bennys?

I know it I said.

Well Leroy continued one day two of Martins boys came in the shop one day with his red 62 Casco. The car had a dented fender, seems that his girl had backed it into the wall up at that house he owns in the hills. Madrazo loves his Italian cars man, I mean he loves em. Those cars even get so much as a scratch, he has his guys bring it to Benny for detailing. He dont trust nobody else to do the work

If hes that good, maybe I should tell Eddie I replied. Eddie owned a classic Casco, but I didnt think he had heard about Bennys

Damn first. So Benny overhears em talking about an Aaron Lubitz, this plane goin down and some guy by the name of Walter. You know how those motherf*ckers cant keep their mouths shut Leroy continued between drags on his roll-up. This dude Walter had been holdin onto some kind of GPS tracker, a bit like the sh*t you make for cars, you know? Your boy had been flying back south with a tracked case full of Madrazos drug money when he apparently went down, but nobody knows where exactly

 

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He hadnt filed a flight plan I said, everything starting to make sense.

Now you know why. Anyhow, Walter had taken Martins tracker for the money case, guess he figured he could find out what happened to it and claim it for himself Leroy continued Some of Martins guys had been chasin him trying to get it back and his car hit the wall by the tracks down near the LS River, over by the rail yard. You can see where because the paint is all down the concrete

What happened to him?

What do you f*ckin think man? Leroy smiled That dude probably ended up in deeper water than your buddy. You dont steal from Martin Madrazo. Its lucky for your girl that Madrazo believes that this dude Lubitz and the plane went down. If he didnt, he would be leaning on her hard

And the GPS tracker?

Leroy shrugged As far as Benny could make out, they didnt find it. Maybe this guy threw it out the car man, sh*t I dont know. Madrazo will have been pissed though. Benny heard em say that he always had his money packed into these large watertight cases, and this one apparently had five million dollars in it

Leroy opened the door and got out of the car, I was processing the amazing story he had just told me.

Yo, by the way Leroy leaned in the open door of the car That Dominator youre looking for. Try El Burro Heights, east Los Santos. Watch yourself with those Vagos man. Peace

 

 

CHAPTER 3

THE TRACKER

Are you crazy? Lisa was incredulous as she followed me round to my desk.

Five million dollars I said Just think about it, its out there I opened the cupboard in my office and reached for my flashlight.

Steve, the police and the coastguard looked for that plane for weeks Lisa continued It was all over the news. They never found it

Ah, but they didnt have the GPS tracker I smiled.

Lisa leaned against the wall and folded her arms Neither do you. How do you know this guy, this Leroy, isnt just full of crap?

I dont. But if anything was tossed from a car down there, then I think I know where it might be I said Its got to be worth a look, right?

I checked the flashlight, giving it a shake, it was working fine.

Im going to find Aaron and the plane, for Molly I said, pulling on my jacket And Im going to find that money I walked out of the office into the hallway and called the elevator.

Drug money! Lisa replied, following me. She wasnt happy with this plan.

Theyre just paper bills Lisa. Its what you do with them that matters I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby, the doors slid shut.

Be careful I heard her shout.

 

My plan was simple, or so I thought. If I could find the GPS tracker then I could locate the plane. If the money was there like Leroy said, I would recover it, then tip off the cops to the planes location, send them some GPS co-ordinates. Once the plane and Aaron had been found, Madrazo would hear about it and just assume that the cops had seized the money. I mean, he wasnt likely to go asking for it back was he? I could filter it through the business, and maybe use some of it to help Molly out. No-one would be any the wiser.

 

It was just after 1am when I pulled up a block or two away from the railyard. I didnt want to leave my Gallivanter anywhere it could be linked to me, and so walked the short distance to where the road and the rail track ran parallel. It was quiet except for a dog barking somewhere in the distance. Between the road and the rail line, a walled upstand housed the grille covering to the subway below. I couldnt stop thinking about what Leroy had said, about how Walter might have thrown the GPS tracker out of the car around here. There was nothing to lose by taking a look.

 

I walked down the road shining my flashlight along the wall. Sure enough after a few hundred yards, I came across a long series of scrape marks with red paint. I felt the wall and shone my light around. There was nothing on the ground, not even in the weeds and scrub that grew out of the concrete wall base. I walked up and down several times, but I couldnt see anything that looked like it could be Walters tracker.

 

I vaulted over the concrete wall and looked down through the grating. Could it have gone down here I wondered? I shone the light down, but the subway beneath was too deep for me to see anything. I would have to get down there and take a proper look.

 

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It was quite a walk up the rail track to where the rails disappeared below ground into the tunnel. I counted paces as I walked so I had a rough idea of how far back to walk once on the lines. I headed down into the darkness. It was a double line tunnel, and every so often along the walls there were service doors to the maintenance passage. I knew that if a train came I could just hop onto the other track or squeeze into one of the door recesses.

 

I got to where I thought I ought to be and stopped to look up, I figured that I was right beneath where I had been looking street-side. I walked up and down shining the flashlight along the ground. There was plenty of debris and other trash down here, years worth.

 

Thats when I saw it.

 

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Similar to a Garmin type GPS device, it wasnt much bigger than a mobile phone. It was lying face down, and as I picked it up and turned it over I hissed Damn under my breath. It was smashed. I turned it on and it lit up, but the LCD screen was just black where the damage had caused the liquid crystals to bleed. Every thirty seconds or so it beeped.

 

It was then I heard voices. I could see two flashlights up the tunnel in the same direction as I had taken to get down here, the owners of which were heading in my direction. I quickly shoved the GPS tracker in my coat pocket so as to hide the light emanating from the screen, and broke into a jog in the opposite direction, heading deeper into the tunnel.

 

These two guys had obviously seen or heard somebody because they yelled. Then I heard a single gunshot ring out and I picked up my pace. I was unarmed, and I couldnt risk them getting anywhere near me and identifying me. Fortunately for me I ran every day, old habits from my military days, and I was able to keep up a running pace as I made my way deeper into the underground tunnels.

 

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Eventually I reached a section of underground that was under construction, but it was late and the place was deserted. I looked back down the tunnel. I couldnt see flashlights nor hear any voices. I had lost them.

 

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It took me another hour to make my way back up to street level and walk the few blocks to where I had left the car. I wasnt being followed, but old habits die hard, so I did a convoluted route back to the office in order to ensure anybody who might try to follow me was shaken off.

 

 

CHAPTER 4

THE MODEL

It was almost 4am by the time I got back. I had a bed in the back that I would use occasionally when working late, and I climbed on and closed my eyes. I was still running on adrenaline but I managed to sleep until about eight thirty, when Lisa woke me.

Well? she asked, when I later emerged showered and dressed.

I got it. But its broken

 

We had similar devices in our stock room at the back, and I managed to salvage a replacement LCD screen and with a bit of soldering, get the tracker displaying properly again. I had to wrap some insulating tape around it to keep the batteries in, because the battery holder was also broken.

 

On the boardroom table I had a detailed scale model of Blaine County and Los Santos. It had ordnance survey lines printed on it and the contours were in 3D. It had been given to me by one of our clients, who ran a business making these for corporations and exhibitions.

 

I set the GPS tracker on the table, switched it on and read the co-ordinates. Scaling the distance and direction from our location at the office I measured it along the model with a tape measure, then pulling the top off a magic marker with my teeth, I placed a dot on the blue plastic representing the ocean where the suggested crash site was. The plane had gone down about two kilometres off the coast, north east of a small group of islets. The contour lines on the model showed that the water there was about 25 metres deep.

 

No wonder the plane hasnt been found I looked up at Lisa Aarons regular flight path was along the coastline, not two clicks out to sea. He was way off his usual course

 

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CHAPTER 5

INTO THE BLUE

One of the first things I had done when I arrived in San Andreas was to get my pilots license. Everybody flies around here, and learning to fly was pretty inexpensive. I couldnt afford my own plane yet, so I would rent planes by the day when I needed one. I had booked a small Dodo seaplane which I was going to fly up to the crash site shown on the GPS.

 

We would need a boat with a winch to haul up the case. I couldnt do this alone and had to involve Eddie, so I told him about Aaron, Molly and the money, and he had agreed to go on ahead with a RIB and dive gear, and meet me there. Eddie was so solid he would have done it for his regular pay packet, but the thought of getting a cut of five million dollars was even more of an incentive.

 

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I took off using the harbour waterway down at the Los Santos helipad and soared up into the clear blue Los Santos sunshine. It was early morning, and as I banked around to head east I looked down at this city that I now called home.

 

I had the GPS on the seat next to me and levelled the plane out, heading towards the coast. I flew over the oil derricks at Elysium fields and dropped down over Palomino, before banking left again to head due north.

 

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After flying for about half an hour I looked down and could see a small flotilla of boats and platforms on the water. It looked like a salvage operation, and straight away I suspected that these were Madrazos people looking for the plane.

 

Unlucky for them they were about twelve kilometres too far south-south west. Planes flew in these parts all the time, so I wasnt worried that they may have seen me. For all they knew I was just another leisure flight carrying tourists. Nevertheless, I wanted to get this over and done with.

 

The GPS beeps were getting closer together, and I could see that I only had three kilometres to go. I had brought the two-way radios. They had a range of about five kilometres. Eddie had taken one as well.

Eddie come in, over I said into the radio.

Receiving Steve, whats your location?

Three clicks south

Roger. Im in position

Eventually I was low enough that I could see the black rigid inflatable and Eddie waving like a madman. I set the plane down onto the water and brought it around to the boat. The GPS was beeping rapidly. I guessed that we were right above the plane wreckage.

Good flight in? Eddie lashed the boat to the plane pontoons.

I think Madrazos boys are down the coast about twelve clicks I replied wed better hurry in case they get curious and come up here

 

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A short time later on the boat I had pulled on some scuba gear and was ready to head down. Taking hold of the winch cable I gave Eddie the thumbs up, before toppling myself backwards over the hull.

 

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I kicked hard, and started to make my descent. My depth gauge read 10 metres, 15, 20, 25. I had reached the shelf but I couldnt see the plane. After a few passes up and down at this depth, finally I spotted it.

 

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It had come to rest right side up on an inclined shelf. The windscreen was smashed and the pilots door had been wrenched open. I swam up closer and grabbed the door handle to pull myself closer and peered inside.

 

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There was no body. It didnt actually surprise me that I couldnt see Aaron, it had been six months, and these waters were known for sharks.

 

There on the back seats, I could see what we had come for. It looked like a large black toolbox, the sort that you might buy at the hardware store, with handles on either end. I just about managed to drag it out over onto the front seats, before looping the winch cable through the handle and affixing the carabiner around it. I gave three sharp tugs on the cable, and guided the case off the seat. It swung free in the water then started to slowly rise as Eddie winched it to the surface above.

 

I held the cable and swam slowly upwards to the surface through clouds of bubbles created by my regulator. As I broke surface Eddie was winding the winch handle with one hand and looking through his binoculars with the other. He put them down and reached over the side to haul me in.

You better take a look at this he said handing me the binoculars and pointing south before winding the winch handle again.

 

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I lifted the binoculars and looked in the direction he had just indicated. Bouncing over the waves was another RIB, and it was headed straight for us.

Ill start the plane I said.

I dumped the tank and regulator set on the RIB, pulled off the flippers and quickly peeled myself out of my wetsuit. Swinging myself up into the Dodo I started the engines, and the propellers kicked into life.

Eddie had got the case to the surface, and between us we managed to haul it up into the boat.

Get going Eddie shouted, starting to untie the rope that lashed the RIB to the plane Ill split in the boat

Load the case into the plane Eddie, they cant follow it in their boat

For a moment Eddie hesitated, then helped me to load the case onto the rear seats of the seaplane.

I climbed back up into the pilots seat Meet me back at the harbour I shouted, pulling on my headset.

Eddie nodded, and then I watched him as he pushed the RIB full throttle, heading away from the oncoming vessel.

I gave the seaplane full engines, and after a short skip across the waves, I pulled back on the control yoke to lift off, climbing up and away towards Mount Gordo.

Wed done it. We had f*cking done it!

 

 

CHAPTER 6

MOLLY LUBITZ

I met Eddie back at Los Santos harbour a few hours later and we loaded the case into the back of his van. It was now evening and the sun was beginning to dip out to the west over Vespucci Beach.

The pilot? Eddie asked closing the van rear doors.

Aaron? Nothing left of him I replied. Sharks I guess I felt for Molly. I wasnt going to tell her about any of this. It was a short drive across town back to the office. I still couldnt believe that we had got away with it.

 

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We arrived back at No More Grief and between us, we carried the case upstairs to the office using the elevator. Most of the other offices in the building were now closed for the day, and the place was quiet.

 

Lisa was there waiting for us, and we set the case down on the floor. We knelt down and looked for the opening catch. Pressing the catch caused a small flap to spring up and my heart sank. The case had a six digit combination lock. I had to laugh, I couldnt believe it.

f*ck I said.

Ill get the grinder Eddie stood up.

Youll set off the anti-tamper dye I said, pointing to the warning sticker on the case.

You could always ask Madrazo what the code is Lisa said, sarcastically.

 

The code is in the car

 

We all turned round at hearing this new voice to see Molly Lubitz standing there in my office behind us.

Molly? What the hell? You knew about this all along? I finally asked, getting to my feet.

I - it was Aarons idea. We were going to take it and disappear. Maybe go to Liberty City She seemed nervous and was on the verge of tears.

 

Jesus Molly I moved to the window and looked down You werent followed here were you? The last thing I wanted was for Madrazo to link Aaron to me. That was a level of heat that I really didnt need.

 

The floodgates opened and Molly poured out her tale of woe. Aaron had apparently made some bad business investments and they were in real trouble financially. He had met Madrazo and agreed to act as his courier, no questions asked. He would take packages from LSIA to Blaine County, and bring packages back. That was supposed to be it.

 

Aaron had figured out quickly that what he was bringing back each time was a sh*t-load of Martins money. They had somehow got hold of the combination code to the money case and had been skimming a little of it off the top each time. Aaron had decided though that on the next trip, he was going to take the lot.

 

I looked at the case. Who could really blame them?

 

I had been hoping to get away with not having to go after Mollys car. Five million dollars? I could just buy her a new one. Now, after all we had been through, I had to go and retrieve it from a gun-toting gang of Hispanics. I must be f*cking loco.

 

I picked up my keys and opened my desk drawer, taking my holstered Browning pistol. I had always favoured the Browning since my days in the Regiment. It was reliable, and this one had been with me in some pretty hairy situations in Northern Ireland, Afghanistan and Iraq. I picked up the two-way radios again.

 

Keys? I turned to Molly, holding out my hand. She reached into her bag and handed me the keys for the Dominator.

You need a hand? Eddie offered.

No, Im hoping that we can do this quietly I replied, not optimistic.

Come on I said to Molly You can help me look for it

 

 

CHAPTER 7

WHO YOU TRYIN TO GET CRAZY WITH ESSE?

 

Molly and I headed over to El Burro Heights. There was a large Hispanic community at this end of town, which also meant some pretty fierce gangs, the Vagos being the largest. It was just after midnight, we cruised around the neighbourhood a couple of times looking for the Dominator.

 

There it is! Molly finally said, pointing. I followed her finger and could see the orange of Aarons car up the side of a run-down house right on the edge of the neighbourhood, close to the freeway. Three youths were hanging out by the house. They looked like your typical Hispanic gang-bangers, long shorts, checked shirts, socks and sandals types. I drove around the block, turning the lights off, before slowly pulling up some way down the street.

 

Reaching across Mollys lap, I opened the glove compartment and pulled out a large laser pointer and gave it to her. Switching on the radios, I passed her one of those also. She looked at them in bewilderment.

 

Okay I said This is the plan. Im going to go down there and play cop, your job is to play at being control. When I get on the radio, you answer with something that sounds like the cops

Steve, I dont know anything about being in the police! she exclaimed.

Well youre the f*cking actress I said Think of something. Improvise I pulled out my wallet and made sure it was open at my driving licence When you hear the word snipers press this button, point this at them and wave it around a bit, not before. Understand?

I think so she said, looking at the laser pointer.

 

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I pulled on some body armour. Not only did it make me look the part, I thought it might help if these kids got a bit crazy and started shooting. Professionals I could deal with, but stoned gang members with guns, anything could happen. Id seen the sniper laser trick on an episode of Breaking Bad. Maybe it would work, maybe not.

 

Keep the engine running. You drive this car when I give the signal, Ill drive the Dominator. Wheres the code?

On a printed label stuck under the steering wheel column she replied, then placed her hand on my arm as I opened the door Hey, you okay driving stick?

Im British love, we all drive stick I winked.

I got out of the car, and clipped the radio to the body armour, and with my wallet in one hand and my browning in another, I set off towards the house.

As I got near, the Vagos boys turned to look at me, liquor bottles and reefers in hand.

Yo motherf*cker, what do you want? one shouted.

Police! I shouted back, flashing my wallet at them quickly and pointing my Browning towards them Dont f*cking move!

 

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I was using my best San Andreas accent, but even after years of living here, it still wasnt very convincing. However, it made these three clowns throw up their hands, and throw whatever it was they were smoking into the bushes nearby. It probably helped that my military background meant that I held my pistol correctly, not in that one-handed fashion so common amongst the street kids.

Hey, easy homes one said.

Shut up I shouted Put your hands on the back of your head and turn around!

These kids knew the drill, and turned round without much persuasion. I kept my pistol on them and pressed my radio.

10-23. Target located This was the only police code I knew, because I had been present a few times during repo jobs when we had needed the LSPD to assist us.

Proceed with caution Mollys voice replied Backup is on its way

I was impressed. Molly was playing the part, a future Oscar winner for sure.

Copy that I said, loudly so these guys heard me clearly Ready snipers!

On cue, Molly began to shine the laser pointer from the Gallivanter up the street, and the red dot appeared on the wall of the house in front of my three suspects

 

See that? I said to them indicating the dot above their heads Make one wrong move, including turning around, and your head gets f*cking blown off!

Yo man one cried We didnt do anything

I patted each one of them down. Two of them were clean, but the third had a C9 tucked into his shorts. I took it and stuck it down the waistband of my jeans.

That car is reported stolen I said, indicating the Dominator Im taking it in. I should take all three of you assholes in for grand theft auto. If you dont want a dozen more cops here in three minutes, then dont f*cking move!

These kids werent stupid, and would quickly see through this charade so I had to hurry.

I went up the side of the house and fired up the Dominator, backing it out of the driveway. They were still stood with their hands on their heads.

You lads have a nice evening I said in my own accent to the bewildered three as I passed, then pressed the radio Okay Molly, get out of there

 

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We got out of the neighbourhood as quick as we could. The two-ways were still in range so I pressed the button.

Molly follow me, and dont f*cking crash my car!

Dont f*cking crash mine! came the indignant reply. It made me smile, fair enough.

I felt under the steering wheel, and sure enough, my thumbnail caught what felt like a sticky label, the type you print yourselves from those office label machines. I peeled it off and stuck it to the back of my hand. Heading across town towards the office I phoned Lisa.

I have the code Lisa, are you ready? I said, balancing my cell between my neck and my shoulder Okay 6 5 6 3 2 6

I could hear her repeating the numbers to Eddie. There was silence for a minute, I heard a click, and then I heard Lisas voice.

Oh my god!

From her reaction, it sounded as if we had hit done it.

Well be twenty minutes I said, then pressed the button on the phone to hang up Bingo!

 

 

CHAPTER 8

WINNER TAKES ALL

Molly and I arrived back at the office together. As we rushed out of the elevator and into the office I could see Lisa and Eddie with their arms raised, and straight away I knew something was up. As I rounded the corner to my desk, instantly all the pieces started to click into place. I stopped dead in my tracks. Sat there in my chair with his pistol pointed at us was none other than Aaron, surrounded by piles of the money all over my desk. This was a set up, and I had fallen for it, literally, hook, line and sinker. Worse still, I had left both my Browning and the Vagos kids C9 in the car downstairs.

Back from the dead huh? I could have kicked myself.

Sorry boss, I couldnt warn you Lisa said.

Yes, sorry Steve Aaron stood up, his pistol aimed straight at me We werent going to involve you until the GPS smashed. But we needed somebody who knew how to repair it. Somebody not connected to Madrazo. When my car was stolen, we definitely needed you in

Come on, you couldnt have known that I would find that GPS tracker I laughed

Who do you think put it there? Aaron said And who do you think followed you in the tunnel that night?

That was you?

And Walter Aaron replied with a nod towards Eddie.

I gotta say boss, youre a hard man to keep up with Eddie suddenly said, lowering his hands and walking over to where Aaron was stood. We didnt expect you down there quite so quick and at first thought you were some homeless bum. We couldnt risk anybody else finding the tracker

I had to laugh, I had been taken for a mug. Eddie, my so-called loyal and trusted employee. I had even considered him to be my friend.

Eddie you snake! Lisa cried.

The two guys in Bennys. That was you two wasnt it? It was your Casco Eddie, not Madrazos I said.

We knew Benny would feed that story to Leroy, and we knew that Leroy would feed it to you Eddie replied, now brandishing his own pistol.

 

I felt like smashing his face in. I had been royally stitched up. These two jokers had concocted this whole plan so as to get their hands on five million of Martin Madrazos money and disappear. Faking a plane crash and a death to throw Madrazo off the scent, they had waited until they thought the heat had died down before coming up with this scheme to get somebody out of the loop to repair the GPS and retrieve the money for them.

 

You better all pray that Martin doesnt find you I said grimly.

Are you going to tell him? Aaron sneered.

 

Aaron was right, I couldnt say anything about this to Madrazo. He wouldnt be too impressed with my role in this little caper if he ever found out, and the phrase Shoot the messenger might well end up becoming literally true. Besides, for as much as I could have willingly thrown these two out of my office window right then, I was fond of Molly, and I didnt want any harm to come to her. These three were going to disappear with the five million, and there was nothing I could do about it.

 

Lisa and I spent the next hour stacking the money into fold-out cardboard stationary boxes. Aaron kept Lisa at gunpoint upstairs whilst I was forced to help Eddie load them into his van. To anybody watching, it just looked as if we were moving office files. When the last box was loaded, Eddie got into the drivers seat.

 

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See you around Steve

Somehow, I dont think you will I shot back, before heading back upstairs. Aaron and Molly were ready to go.

Your van is loaded. Now both of you get the f*ck out of my office I gestured behind me towards the door with my thumb. Aaron backed up towards the door, still with his pistol levelled, but Molly stepped forward. She was tearful.

Steve Im so sorry she cried.

Yeah I replied, looking at both of them in turn you may be

 

And with that, they were gone.

 

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Lisa and I didnt say anything for a few minutes, both of us thinking about what had happened, and what could have been. Then, as if to bring us back down to reality, the phone rang. Lisa let it ring for what seemed like an eternity, before picking it up and saying those familiar words in the most cheerful voice she could muster.

 

Good morning, youre through to No More Grief, how may I help you?

 

 

Jesus H Christ! How are we gonna compete with this? :lol:;)

 

In all seriousness though, That's an excellent & well written story, M! I really enjoyed reading it. The photos were prefect as well. *Slow Clap*

 

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bonus points for using a Baller, we Gallivanter brothers gotta stick together in cold supercar-ruled world.

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@Big Molio, Mother-of-God.pngIncredible and hard work...

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-extremely detailed post!-

 

You sir are the first to unlock the Mr. LS bonus! You get to see Alexa's melons for your brilliant effort!

 

 

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Take as many as you like, they're on us :p

 

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Jesus, Molio, is your keyboard your favorite pornstar? Cause you've fingered tapped it a lot. That was an amazing story. Holy sh*t.

Quickly popping in to say real life is currently sucking me dry (in the bad way) but that I'm working on that little special surprise we've talked about back in like Round 1. Keep your eyes open.

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I couldn't think about anything to write so here are some pics:

 

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Posted (edited)

A bit offtopic.

I wanted to drop that joke some weeks ago, but after i saw round 2 results this joke lost it's meaning.
"In beginning of 2018 im gonna be f*cked twice. First im gonna get oral f*cked by doctors at gastroscopy and then in other every single way by round 2 results."

 

If im not gonna die tomorrow in my tears and vomit, gonna put some screenshots for round 3 entry...

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Round 1 entry

 

Matthew Flynn

 

 

 

 

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''It has been a mere four years since it was founded, but since then the Halbech Corporation has grown to become one of the biggest multimillion companies in southern San Andreas. Tonight we will be taking a closer look at the story behind the company, and more importantly, its enigmatic CEO who started it all; Matthew Flynn.

 

 

My name is Julie Ackerman and you’re watching An Inside Look on Weazel News.''

 

 

 

''Our story begins in the fall of ’83. Flynn was born and raised in Leftwood, Alderney State as the youngest of a family of four. His father worked as a car mechanic at his own garage in Westdyke, while his mother worked as a nurse at the Westdyke Memorial Hospital. Flynn has one older sibling, a sister named Hannah who is five years older than him. After going through law school, she is currently working as a district attorney for the State of Liberty City.''

 

''Flynn, when he wasn't helping out his father at the shop, was attending Alderney High School. After graduating, he went on to study at business school. His old man had promised him that one day Flynn would be the successor of the car shop. Flynn’s ambitions turned out to be bigger than that however. He had dreams of making it big. He wanted to make his mark on history. Alderney State was getting too small for him. After getting his bachelor’s and master’s degree in business management, Flynn decided to move to Los Santos in 2010.''

 

 

''Life was tough in the beginning. Being new in the big city meant that Flynn had to start from scratch. While investigating our news reporters got in touch with a landlord who rents apartments in Vespucci. He told us he rented one of his smaller condos out to Flynn back in 2010. Mister Flynn was described as a class A tenant who didn’t cause any problems and always paid his rent on time. The only remarkable thing the landlord remembered was often hearing Flynn entering and leaving his apartment at irregular hours, frequently in the middle of the night.''

 

''This seems to correspond with other information we came across that seemed to indicate that Flynn did some shady jobs for some shady people back then. Flynn allegedly had contact with several people of the Los Santos underground world, ranging from criminals meddling in illegal street races to those who were in the drug trade. Save for some speeding tickets however, Flynn’s criminal record remains clean to this day.''

 

 

''These allegations aside it seemed that life had been good for Matthew Flynn. In the summer of ’13 the Halbech Corporation was founded in the now famous Lombank West office building. The company started small primarily as a shipping company, taking on contracts primarily at the Los Santos harbor from businesses all over the world, which led to it directly competing with Post Op and Alpha Mail.''

 

 

''As time went on however, the company expanded and opened up new divisions. Besides the Shipping department, the Halbech Corporation opened up a Security department to provide private security to those who can afford it, an Energy department tasked with developing and investing in cleaner sources of energy, a Weapons department tasked with developing new weaponry to support the military of governments overseas and a lot more. Over the years the Halbech Corporation has become a multinational company and a household name in the city of Los Santos.''

 

 

''What really put the Halbech Corporation on the map however were the 2017 Elections. After being elected, Governor Hunter stayed true to his word to increase government spending in the military to combat the ongoing Hydra jet problem. Halbech Corporation, with its Weapons department, was chosen as one of the companies to work as a government contractor to develop new weapons and vehicles to improve the equipment of the San Andreas military.''

 

 

''The leftwing media has stated more than once that Halbech Corporation and Flynn have been using their weapons manufacturing division to also supply feuding gangs throughout the city of Los Santos and Blaine County with weapons. According to them Matthew Flynn has been adding fuel to the fire in order to make a profit through conflict. In the spring earlier this year mister Flynn, in an official statement, has said that without any substantial proof he and his company would disregard these accusations as mere slander.''

 

 

''While Flynn is someone who keeps his personal life pretty uhh… private, he has become more and more of a public figure throughout the years. From opening new stores in Rockford Hills, to visiting fashion shows on Vespucci Beach, if there’s a big event chances are Flynn will be there, driving in luxurious sports cars and a Le Chien model at his side.''

 

 

''Since founding his company, Flynn has also become somewhat of a philanthropist, often making generous donations to several institutions in the state of San Andreas, like the University of San Andreas, Los Santos (ULSA), the Animal Ark and the Central Los Santos Medical Center.

In the winter of 2016 in an interview during the radio show Chattersphere on WCTR Flynn went on record stating that his early years in Los Santos have humbled him and that he wanted to give back to the city that has given him so much.''

 

 

 

''The story of Matthew Flynn is one of those classics, about a young kid with a dream making it in the big city. With no end in sight to the growth of Flynn or his company, this is one man we will have to keep an eye out for. No doubt he’ll have a grand influence on the city of Los Santos for years to come.''

 

 

 

''My name is Julie Ackerman and you have been watching An Inside Look on Weazel News.''

 

 

''Coming up next: are Liberals trying to brainwash your pets? Our reporter Jerry Habberdasher has the scoop!''

 

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Matthew Flynn during the Anna Rex Fashion Show in the summer of 2017 © Daily Rag

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Picture of Flynn in his office during an interview with the Daily Globe © Daily Globe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Partying on the Unsinkable II with #halbech CEO Matthew Flynn !! #goodlife #lifeisaparty

 

 

Picture posted on Bleeter by exotic dancer Sapphire (real name unkown) of Vanilla Unicorn, July 2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Matthew Flynn during a Pegassi photoshoot promoting the new Ruffian © Pegassi Automotives

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Flynn spotted in a back alley with his signature diamond blue Elegy RH8

 

 

 

 

Round 2 entry

 

Matthew Flynn

 

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‘’Shock and excitement today at the BAWSAQ stock exchange as the Halbech Corporation became major shareholder of the Vom Feuer gun manufacturing company, further establishing itself as a major player in the weapon manufacturing market. Joining with me tonight is Halbech’s CEO Matthew Flynn who has agreed to an exclusive interview, so we can get a look behind the scenes of this multi million company and its founder. My name is Julie Ackerman and you’re watching Business Report on Weazel News.’’

 

 

 

JA: ‘’Good evening Mr. Flynn, thank you for agreeing to do this interview.’’

 

MF: ‘’Thanks for having me Julie and please, call me Matthew.’’

 

JA: ‘’Alright, Matthew. First of all I want to congratulate you on the acquisition of a large part of the Vom Feuer company. But with how big and diverse the Halbech Corporation has gotten over the years, I have to ask: why emphasize on weapon manufacturing so much?’’

 

MF: ‘’Well we here at Halbech are always trying to push the boundaries of what we can accomplish. The sky is the limit so to say. You must know that we live in troubling times. The crime rates are on the rise and the threat of terrorism is lurking around every corner. We here at Halbech believe in the full capability of the LSPD but at the same time we believe that every citizen has a right to defend oneself. If our products can fulfill that need, then we’ll happily invest therein. My vision for Halbech was always to help people in any way I can, in all kinds of areas. The Vom Feuer acquisition was just the next logical step in that vision.’’

 

JA: ‘’Yes, one of our business specials from a few weeks ago actually reported on the foundation of your company and how diverse it has gotten over the years. If we’re being honest I have to say I’m amazed how quickly you managed to turn a small company into such a success. You’re originally from Alderney State, are you not? How was the change going from the East Coast to the West Coast?’’

 

 

 

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MF: ‘’I actually happened to catch that report. I’m impressed you people managed to dig up so much of my private life, seeing as I prefer to keep business life and private life separate. But you’re right, I’m originally from Leftwood, Alderney. I’d say the biggest change I had to get used to was the weather. From where I’m from I’m used to it being cloudy and rainy for the majority of the year. One of my favorite things to do when I’m not working is taking a stroll down Vespucci Beach, relaxing in the sun with the smooth sound of waves in the distance, it’s really lovely.’’

 

 

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JA: ‘’Speaking of working, I can imagine it being quite strenuous to be the CEO of such a big company. I have to ask, how do manage to keep it running so smoothly?’’

 

 

 

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MF: ‘’Well it’s not as bad as you think. The departments all run like well oiled machines. The people that work for me know their job and how to do them well. But I don’t mean to imply I’m the kind of boss that sits in his office all day twiddling his thumbs.

Say there is a client being difficult by making extraordinary demands or there is something else preventing a deal from going smoothly, I take it up on myself to fix the problem and smooth things over. The success of my company hasn’t gone to my head. I don’t mind working in the office, but I prefer to be out and work in the field. I worked hard to build this company and I’ll do anything I can to have it stay at the top of its game.’’

 

 

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JA: ‘’Sounds like a very respectful mentality, mister Flynn… I mean, Matthew. As a follow-up, I have to ask: what’s next in store for the Halbech Corporation? Can we expect more stock exchange surprises like the one today? And what about you yourself? Rumor has it you’re planning to run for governor during the next elections?’’

 

 

 

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MF: ‘’Haha, those are a lot of questions, miss Ackerman. I can assure you that Halbech Corporation is only starting. I won’t lay out my business plan here in full on live television, but rest assured that Halbech will continue to grow and will help and support the city wherever it can. This place… it has given me so much. The least I can do is give something back.’’

 

‘’As for myself, I can assure you those election rumors are just that: rumors. Other than that I don’t know. Maybe settle down someday, start a family. Mind you that that’s all in the far future though. Right now I’ll just enjoy my life as it comes to me.’’

 

 

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JA: ''Matthew, I want to thank you for this brief insight you've given us into your life. I'm afraid we're out of time, but I do hope we'll have the opportunity to talk again some day. *cough* Maybe over coffee or something...? *cough*

 

MF: ''What was that?''

 

JA: ''Never mind! Anyway, viewers, that concludes this broadcast of Business Report. Coming up next in Celebrity Stalker: Vinewood actor Jimmy Boston swears by his all new fecal diet, claiming to have lost 20 pounds already. Our reporter Amber McCaulken has the story.''

 

 

 

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Name: Matthew Flynn

Age: 34

Date of birth: October 21st, 1983

Place of birth: Westdyke, Alderney State

Nationality: American with Dutch ancestory

Style/appearance: Formal, (business) casual

Occupation: CEO / Philanthropist

 

 

As I sit in this office with a scotch in my hand

I’m writing these words, trying to understand

After months of hard work we arrived at this stage

All having presented characters of different backstories, ethnicities and age

We’ve got gangsters, businessmen, a millionaire or two

One guy is even superhero who occasionally comes to the rescue

However there can only be winner, the rest must fall

Who is going to be the next Mister Los Santos who takes it all?

All the contestants are waiting for the polls to open with excitement in their eyes

Every one of them hoping they’ll win that coveted prize

At the end of this poem, in this luxury office I now sit

And say these final words: vote Matrelith

 

 

 

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IceDree

Man, time flew by & the deadline is closing in ... Don't you hate it when real life get in the way of your plans? I'll try to get my photos up pretty soon.

 

 

I never want to live a real life ...

Im not ready for the real life ...

 

Real life wasnt what I wanted ...

What I wanted was a waste of time ...

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Im posting my entry which means i survived gastroscopy. I don't want to spoiler pictures, because nobody here does. [^:

 

 

Basically random moments of Sanches' life in LS.

 

During D&S contract job.
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Quiet time in a park.

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Contract jobs can be not the easiest jobs.

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Old Dominator is messed up, but totally not useless.

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Parkour, yeah.

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"I knew that rain will ruin this quick bus trip"

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Taking care of Akuma.

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Some driving job.

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Had a bad sleep tonight.

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Memories.

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I also got a quick question. In last picture i photoshoped photos to replace them with ones i need. I took them from my old scrapped artworks and i used mods to make them. Is it ok with the rules, since basically image wasn't modded? If judges are not ok with that then tell me and i'll change it.

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livejoker

The rules for photoshopping is that the background is allowed. We haven't had any issues with this and that picture shows no issues with that rule. That image is tastefully done and done well so yeah, no worries about it. :)

I'll be adding all optional round 3 entries to the corresponding contestant entries in the first post once we reach the deadline. Sorry for not keeping on top of the ball but I've been real busy.

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*thinking* Damn I look good, Huawei should hire me for their new P10 photoshoot ... It could be my chance to work with Scarlett.


 


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*thinking* This is the last time I do someone a favor ... why didn't she ask for money like everybody else? that bartender was a nice surprise though, a Santa Fetish? I didn't see that one coming ...


 


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Money be my only vice ... But I'm livin life in the fast lane ... Doin the damn thang ... In the Grotti hard top watchin hard rain ...


 


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Its time to chew gum or kick ass & guess what? I'm all out of gum


 


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Chasing sunsets in Vice City ...


 


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*Morning Commute*


 


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Don't switch the blade on the guy in shades (oh no)


 


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Wish you were there!


*Off-Roading in the Rub' al Khali desert near the Saudi-Emirati boarders*

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