Concept Grand Theft Auto IV - Heavy Lies The Crown [CONCEPT]

March 9

DATALVAREZGUY/AL ALVAREZ PROUDLY PRESENTS
A COLLABORATION BETWEEN SLIMEBALL, JEANSOWATY, DONNITS AND BRYNADEROSA. TIPOGRAPHY BY GRAVEN

VEHICLES BY THUNDERSMACKER, JEANSOWATY, AG07 AND CGT

PART 2/3 OF LIBERTY CITY NOBODIES
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Enter the world of the Spanish Lords.

Salvador Morales isn't your average Libertonian. Working under the Spanish Lords street gang since a street urchin, and inspired by members of his own family and childhood friends, Sal's lifestyle and "street" philosophy soon landed him several prison sentences, alongside massive respect within his gang and a spot in it's upper ranks.

By 2008, now a full year from his last release from penitentiary, Sal is thrown by his leader Nico García into a mindless war with the Liberty City Triads that will shake their brotherhood to its foundation and change Sal's life forever.

Accompany Salvador in a story of war, conquest and hate, as he and his best friends, conspiranoid gun dealer Miguel De La Rosa, loyal goon/almost brother-in-law Alfonso Santamaría and loyal best friend Ernesto Ruiz are catapulted into some of the worst situations, and meet some of the worst characters Liberty City has to offer, all while wrestling for control in a city of chaos.

Welcome back to Liberty City. Welcome back to late 2008. We've been waiting for you.

"Las calles no son nada sin su gente."

-Rafael "Rafa" Perez

Salvador "Sal" Morales

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From Puerto Rican etnic origins, but born and raised in Bohan. A violent yet soft-spoken and fairly intelligent thug, with a heavy penchant for violence. First an underground boxer, then turned bouncer, then drug dealer and finally a hitman for the Spanish Lords, Sal has accompanied his childhood friends and joined the gang he always looked up to, growing up in South Bohan. Unfortunately for Sal, 2008 proves to be a difficult year for the sect, as Police, gangs and the tide of fate swings Sal's life into one disaster after another. Something not even 3 years in prison could prepare him for.

Ernesto Ruiz

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Salvador's first and best friend from his childhood. While Sal became a man of actions, Ernesto became an intellectual. Unfortunately, a lack of money ended his education before reaching the higher tiers, and his ever growing extremism and communist-esque views saw him as a pariah, until he shacked up in the early 2000's with Sal and The Lords, quickly finding a footing in his own sect, where he has spread his own agenda.

Miguel De La Rosa, alias "El Micky"-

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An associate of Sal and one of his old teenage years friends, a mixed race Cuban arms dealer and drug trader. Bit of a lone wolf, not officially a Spanish Lord, but tight with many of their members after spending time in prison and dealing with them. He sells guns from the back of a Voodoo custom to Salvador with a discount, much like many other gun dealers across Liberty do.

Alfonso Santamaría Martinez

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Salvador's "go-to" guy, from a brawny ass kisser back when they were school bullies, to their joining of the Lords, Alfonso has stayed as a constant reliable goon to Sal. Has a bit of a "biker" streak. He can jack and deliver cars to him and will come with a goon squad if needed.

Rafael "Rafa" Perez

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Best friends with Ernesto, and also a fellow believer of his creed. Personal chaffeur to Jefe, explosives expert and assassin. One of the very few actual boricuan friends on Sal's and Ernesto's sect, never actually bothered to learn spoken English, citing his accent as to why he prefers his native tongue.

Crack and Heroin addict.

Among others.

Nicolás "Jefe" García

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The current Supreme Corona of the Liberty City chapter, answering straight to the Lord's leadership, most of them currently locked up in prison. He balances the Lords' revolutionary origins with their current money-making mentality, handling a set of OG's and representatives of the LC and Alderney chapters, Sal and Ernesto amongst that circle.

"Lord Devil"

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The creator and founder of the Liberty City and Alderney chapters of the Spanish Lords, and the current Supreme Mayan. Currently in Alderney Correctional due to an overcrowding issue upstate.

Lyle Rivas

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One of Ernesto's men. Racer. Steroid junkie. Indebted to a local loudmouth.

Konstantin "Kenny" Petrovic

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Biggest Russian crook in the city. On bed with The Comission since the 80's. Has recently lost his son.

Wilbert Wetterer

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The Shooter. Kenny Petrovic's latest find.

Gennadi Zhukov

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The Driver. Loyal to his bosses, and his vices. Friend of Sergei.

Sergei Utryanov

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A member of the Rascalov/Faustin Bratva. Gennadi would take a bullet for him.

Phil Bell

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Long-time Pegorino Family associate. Trying to cover his bases, even as the family falls apart around him.

Ray Boccino

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Pegorino Family Made man. A bona-fide slimeball, but loyal to his word.

Johnny Batiatto

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Leg breaker for Phil Bell. Couldn't tell his ass from his elbow.

Wu "Kenny" Lee

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Runner up for the leader of the L.C Triads. Current ganglord of Cerveza Heights. Porn addict.

Park Young-Guk

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Former military figure in North Korea. Current Mobster. Leads the Korean mob. Wants a change.

Kim Young-Guk

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Recent arrival to Liberty. Young and out of his league.

RAMPAGES

An expansion of the classic 3D-era activity. Across Liberty City, Sal can find a rival gang (Marked by a skull in the map, similar to V's random encounters), and will be given backup and a weapon to clear out the spot and steal what they've got. It can come in three varieties:

1. Meet: Two friendly gangs will be doing a deal. There will be more enemies, from both gangs, and a possibility for backup to arrive. Stealing the drugs or money nets extra rewards.

2. Convoy: A convoy of cars will arrive at the spot, making it easier to cause mayhem. Several members will try to use the cars to escape when it goes down. Taking a priced car to a SL lockup will net an extra reward.

3. Holdout: A gang is under attack, be it police or other criminal elements. Leave no survivors.

Gangs:The Lost MC, Triads, The Mafia, Russian Bratva, Irish-American Killers, Albanian Mob.

GUN RUNNER

Miguel, being a gun runner by trade, needs help with deliveries to special customers. Similar to Jacob's drug deliveries, but with Lowriders. You will be given a beaten up variant of one of the new DLC cars and be tasked to deliver the car to a group, or individual.

Variants:

1. Ambush: A rival gang tries to ambush you and the buyer/s. Defend the buyer, kill the ambushers and take him away, where he will take the car and leave.

2. Police: Turns out the cops followed you or the buyer/s to the meet. Get them all out of there, lose the cops and dump them in the nearest alley.

3. Timed: Get there fast. They're getting paranoid. Deal goes off smoothly every time.

Gangs: Hillside Posse (The Yardies), AoD, Spanish Lords, North Dominican Drug Dealers, North Holland Hustlers/MoB.

LOWRIDER MEETS

Sal can participate in lowrider competitions on certain spots in the map, for money and entertaiment. Middle point between the SA activity and Guitar Hero.

(Based on the script made by Zolika)

SNATCH

After a certain mission, Sal will be briefly introduced to Doctor Simmons, a local doctor, and organ reseller. Simmons will later shoot Salvador a "business proposition" that could be lucrative: Snatching dead bodies from the streets of Liberty to him, so he can harvest and sell their organs on the black market for a split profit.

Any time you want, call up the "Doctor" contact on your phone, and prepare to be sent on a wild goose chases, stealing bodies from mob hits, digging fresh corpse sites, and beating the cops to the punch on gangland shootouts.

These missions will give access to the shovel, a powerful melee weapon, and the Gauntlet Classic spawning in your safehouses.

POKER

Sal can play 5-card draw poker and blackjack in select "clubs" in Liberty City and Alderney. Pot is up to 5.000 bucks.

DRUG DEALING

The CTW activity returns. Across town are several drug dealers, belonging to the many gangs of LC. Buy and sell drugs, and make your own money, your way. Drug dealing also works as a way to obtain your vice.

Drugs: Weed, Heroin, Cocaine, Downers, Acid, Ecstasy, Steroids.

Oh yeah, before we forget:

Unlike any other protagonists, Salvador has access to a tool in his arsenal:

Steroids.
Steroids double your HP and health input for a precious, albeit randomized amount of time ranging between 25 seconds to a full minute.
Here's the catch. The payload is poisoning your body. Every time the high wears off, it's effects turn on you. You move slower and take more damage, albeit your damage stays as normal.

They're also absurdly expensive, courtesy of your friend, Mayor Ochoa.
Good luck.

"Half the cars in this city are stolen anyways."

-Common Liberty City Saying

-Imponte Phoenix

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-Vapid Voodoo Beater Custom

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-Albany Buccaneer (first gen)

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-Cheval Picador

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-Willard Idaho

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-Vapid Chino

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-Dundreary Admiral Classic (shared with TRR)

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-Dundreary Admiral (with extras)

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-LCS Lycan (civilian IV version)

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-Vapid Dominator

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-Bravado Gauntlet

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-Bravado Buffalo S

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-Declasse Impaler

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-Bravado Tampa (shared with all DLCs except for IV and TRR)

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-Vapid Razor

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-Emperor Motors Loxus XT

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"Take your pick, hermano."

-Miguel De La Rosa

Crowbar - a basic melee weapon, deals a fair bit of damage. Can be found scattered in certain areas around town, bought from Miguel for 5 bucks or even at your safehouses. Can be used for "clean" carjacks where you break off the car's lock instead of breaking the window.

Shovel - A powerful two-handed melee weapon. Unlocked by doing the Snatch sidequest, after which it will spawn in Sal's apartment.

-Assault Pistol - AMT Automag III - This pistol is chambered in .30 carbine rounds, making it an exceptionally powerful pistol, even more than the Pistol .44, with a sniper rifle-like range, at the cost of rather high recoil and a very slow rate of fire. Can be bought from Miguel for 1100$ and is found rarely in the hands of gang members after the first half of the story.

-Heavy Pistol -Star Modelo B: A lower caliber 1911 clone. Can be found in the hands of gangsters alongside the default pistol and can be brought from Miguel for 350$.

-Stubby Shotgun - Serbu Super Shorty - Reappears from The Russian Roulette DLC, this shotgun has everything maxed out - highest damage but also highest recoil and highest spread. Holds 4 bullets in a magazine and is a common sight in the hands of street gangs and mafiosos alike. Can be bought from Miguel for 1250$.

-Battle SMG - Beretta M12 - 20 bullets in the magazine, pretty much a combo between the Micro Uzi and MP5 from GTA IV. Mickey sells these for 850$.

-Heavy SMG - SAF .40 - holds 30 bullets in the magazine, has a better range and deals more damage than the MP5. Can be bought from Miguel for 2500$

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-Combat MG- CETME Ameli - comparable to the Combat MG from GTA V, but more accurate and with better range. Can be bought from Miguel for 7850$.

-Makeshift Flamethrower - Fires a long stream of fire that sets anything ablaze very quickly. Can be bought from Mickey for 6000$.

The Spanish hour. So what if it's not San Juan? So what if it's not Reggetón? Due to what can only be described as a desperate attempt from management to compete with the rest of the radio stations, Every night, go to sleep with the soothing sounds of ACTUAL Latin music.

-Playllist:
1. -Morodo- Babilonia (2001)

2. -Extremoduro- A Fuego (2002)

3.-Fito y Fitipaldis- La casa por el Tejado (2003)

4. -Mala Rodriguez- Por La Noche (2002)
5. -Maná- Clavado en un Bar (1997)

6. -Los Gypsy Kings- Djobi, Djoba (1994)

7. - Amaral - Revolución (2005)

8. -Las Ketchup- Aserejé (2002)

9. -Tabletom- El Vampiro (1996)
10. Trolebús - La Banda En Desbandada (2000)

PLAYLIST:

1.White Noise - The Vacation (2006)

2.Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Sealings (2006)

3.The Departure- All Mapped Out (2006)
4.Reggie and the Full Effect -Congratulations Smack And Katie (2003)

5. Secret Machines - Nowhere again (2006)

6. TV on the Radio - Wolf Like Me (2006)

7. Addicted to Speed- Paul Oakenfold (2006)

8.Does it Offend You Yeah?- We are Rockstars (2008)

9.At the Drive In- One Armed Scissor (2000)

10.Warren Suicide- Adjusting Ourselves (2006)

EN VIVO CON DJ DON JUAN:

Live from The Fang Dang Club in beautiful Alderney City, South Andaluzian DJ Juan "Don Juan" Dominguez hits the airwaves just for YOU. Exclusively on Shine FM.

Wear your earplugs.

PLAYLIST:
1.Netherworld - Atlantis

2.Newton - Streamline

3. Final Analyzis - El Punto Final (Power Mix)

4. Abyss - Big Change

5. J&J DJ's -- La Festa Vol. 2

6. Dani Fiesta- Definitiva

7. Musicalidad - The Lord Of The Rings

8. Plus System- Do It Like We Do

9. Lethal System - New Legend

10.CHIMO BAYO- Asi me gusta a mi

ACT 1

VIEJOS AMIGOS
1. NOCHES DE BOHAN

2. ESOS MOMENTOS DE CLARIDAD PURA

3. VIEJOS AMIGOS, NUEVO DINERO

4. A FUEGO

5. AMIGOS COMO LOS MIOS

6. PIROMANO

7. MALA DEFENSA

8. SANGRE ROJA

Edited July 31 by Datalvarezguy

March 9

a deep dive into the Spanish Lords network is what I'm really looking forward to in this; they were present through a lot of GTA IV's story in small doses and I always got the impression they were more or less a loose coalition of predominantly Nuyoricans mixed in with Dominicans, Colombians, Argentinians, the whole works, a hundred small time corner kids under one flag, spread out across the city. pretty cool that your new weapons are representative of Latin countries, little nods like that are always appreciated! the use of vehicle mods gives me old timey concept thread vibes and I am all for it, the land barges you've included really add to the street side feel you're going for and the character mugshot images are a brilliant touch too! will be keeping an eye on this one for certain.

-edit- going back through it, giving Rampages a little bit more of an objective and a place within the protagonist's line of work rather than "kill X amount of Y gang in the time limit" is a cool way to bring the old Rampages into the HD Era; GTA V's were similar but still boiled down to standing in one place and holding down the Fire Weapon button, making Rampages rip-and-runs like EFLC's Gang Wars and Drug Wars is a step in the right direction; that healthy mix of semi-grounded shootouts with some background to them mixed with larger than life scenarios, mag dumping an AK into a convoy of Mafia town cars in the middle of LC's streets is very much something I'd associate with GTA

Edited March 9 by Claude4Catalina

March 9

You sexy bastards.

This is heavy on those old time concept vibes. It feels like being in the company of an old friend even though we've only just met.

I'm going to echo what @Claude4Catalina said. It's great to finally see a real Nuyorican focus. You have a promising list of original characters and curious connections to existing names. I feel like you've hit on similar thoughts I've had in the past about Ray Boccino and his many connections extending to the Spanish Lords. And it has been a refreshing surprise to see Lyle Rivas pop up. I'd forgotten all about him. Obviously you haven't.

Your protagonist really appeals to me. How did you know a boxer turned bouncer was the way to my heart? Salvador's progression is one I've seen time and time again. I'll be following your missions closely with a keen eye for how you develop him.

Some really good gameplay features here too. Loved seeing the return of the classic lowrider meet. Steroids are a great idea too.

Only a handful of things I would change:

Please consider moving the character pictures and biographies out of spoiler tags! You've done a wonderful job on these. It is not right to be hiding them away. Resize them if you have to.

I can see the hand of collaboration steering certain characters. Ernesto, the intellectual, forced from higher education by lack of funding - a pariah with radical views.

Look. If my character models were this sexy, I would be having dreams about them too. Johnny Battiato, for f*ck's sake! I ran my finger across my screen just to try and see if I could swipe right on him.

This goes for the vehicles too.

The black font, the one around the soundtrack area, is impossible to read. I hope this can be changed.

Great job @Datalvarezguy @Jeansowaty @donnits and co.

1 hour ago, Datalvarezguy said:

Welcome back to Liberty City. Welcome back to late 2008. We've been waiting for you.

We've been waiting for you. Make sure you stick around

March 9

44 minutes ago, The Coconut Kid said:

The black font, the one around the soundtrack area, is impossible to read. I hope this can be changed.

Oh, whoops. Still new at this, consider it fixed.

44 minutes ago, The Coconut Kid said:

Please consider moving the character pictures and biographies out of spoiler tags! You've done a wonderful job on these. It is not right to be hiding them away. Resize them if you have to.

This, was made as a compromise. And for convenience. If you wanna go down the topic to re-read something, you don't have a buncha giant 512x512 images to scroll down, and y'know, you need to open the spoiler tags to see who's who. But I'll see about it tmrrw. Thank you *so* much for this feedback, thanks to all of you.

March 10

4 hours ago, Datalvarezguy said:

1.White Noise - The Vacation (2006)

2.Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Sealings (2006)

3.The Departure- All Mapped Out (2006)

4.Reggie and the Full Effect -Congratulations Smack And Katie (2003)

5. Secret Machines - Nowhere again (2006)

6. TV on the Radio - Wolf Like Me (2006)

7. Addicted to Speed- Paul Oakenfold (2006)

8.Does it Offend You Yeah?- We are Rockstars (2008)

9.At the Drive In- One Armed Scissor (2000)

10.Suicide- Adjusting Ourselves (2006)

someone's been playing driver PL

March 10

6 hours ago, sabitsuki said:

someone's been playing driver PL

Guilty as sin

March 10

23 minutes ago, Datalvarezguy said:

Guilty as sin

The band is called Warren Suicide btw. Suicide is another band headed by Alan Vega.

March 10

5 hours ago, sabitsuki said:

The band is called Warren Suicide btw. Suicide is another band headed by Alan Vega.

Oh wow, talk about a blunder. I should get fired for that.

Fixed, thanks!

March 10

21 hours ago, Datalvarezguy said:

This, was made as a compromise. And for convenience. If you wanna go down the topic to re-read something, you don't have a buncha giant 512x512 images to scroll down, and y'know, you need to open the spoiler tags to see who's who. But I'll see about it tmrrw.

I understand. Heavy Loads The Crown, am I right?

I can't believe how extensive your credits list is for this concept BTW. You must have the whole forum working on it!

March 11

8 hours ago, The Coconut Kid said:

I understand. Heavy Loads The Crown, am I right?

I can't believe how extensive your credits list is for this concept BTW. You must have the whole forum working on it!

Sounds like that time somebody suggested a DLC called Hard in the Hood.

This is really impressive. I would love to see this Liberty City Lowlifes Trilogy adopt a sort of common manual of style. With the mugshots, hyperlinks, screenshots, style co-ordinanation in the headers etc. I actually kind of like it when people don't hit us with the full load right off the bat and give us just enough to get us salivating before hitting us with the full payload leading up to the money shot over time.

March 19

Hey Alvarez!

What're you working on?

I'm wondering about mini-games. Club Management and Fight Club really suit Sal. You could do them much better than TBOGT. Are they possible?

March 19

8 hours ago, The Coconut Kid said:

Hey Alvarez!

What're you working on?

I'm wondering about mini-games. Club Management and Fight Club really suit Sal. You could do them much better than TBOGT. Are they possible?

It do be a concept, but I'd prefer not to rethread old ground. Maybe I'll re-add a nostalgia chapter for the Fight Club, but, Lords per se don't own any clubs in HLTC, at least none that Sal can guard, or that I can write a chapter for reasonably, since y'know, no interiors. As for what I'm doing, i'm prepping the second part of this, you'll see.

March 21

Somewhere in a surprisingly bright alleyway, crammed between a hardware store and the back of a garage, a lone figure stands in the middle of an empty alleyway somewhere in South Bohan. He's leaning on a customized Cherry-Red and Black Voodoo, lips tightly sucking on a hand-rolled Homies Sharp, mixed with just a tint of good old Moroccan hash.

The smoker, a bald, thin latin-american man is dressed in an old, faded brown leather jacket, with a dark blue hawaiian shirt tucked in beneath, and a pair of raggidy old Rodeo jeans. He looks around before throwing the butt of the cigarette away and letting out one final, defeated wave of smoke.

"Motherf*cker, he's late again." he coughs.

After little more than five more minutes of painful standing, a second figure appears.

"Ey, ¿Qué pasa?"

Stepping off the shadows from the front-side of the car, a second bald man emerges, taller and obviously stronger than the lanky leather clad even to the naked, untrained eye. He's wearing a long shirt patterned with the Puerto Rican flag colors, "Boricua" written in giant blue and white letters, covered in golden chains and earrings, the whole outfit some sort of big, bold declaration for the whole world to see that nobody really cared about.

Boricua shirt is Bohan-born "Puerto Rican" Salvador Morales, lanky is Cuban-Mexican Miguel De la Rosa.

Miguel "Mickey" De La Rosa

Salvador Morales

"Next time you wanna leave me waitin', at least warn." goes Miguel, as he pushes himself off the car. "I'm on my last ciggie."

"I take my time. Got a problem with that?"

“I do on this goddamn weather. Anyway, we doin’ this thing?”

“For sure."

Miguel opens the car door, producing a brown 24/7 bag from the driver's side window,hands it to Sal, heavy to the touch. A couple of pounds. Sal opens it to reveal a loaded Micro SMG staring back at him, alongside a pair of magazines.

"I don't think I have to give ya the sales pitch, do I? Second hand, I cleaned it myself, so jams shouldn't be an issue unless you plan on emptying the damn thing at once, which is very likely, knowing you."

“Oh, would you just relax, you sound like my sister."

“Considering what we do for a living, I ain't surprised she's complaining. How is she doing these days?” He closes the door, turning towards Sal. "Anyways, that will be eleven hundred."

”Eleven hundred." Sal crosses his arms. "And if I say, take the bridge right now and talk to that Lost MC scumbag selling over the river, and find out he's selling at say, ten…" He lifts the gun-bag, raises his eyebrows, staring straight through Miguel.

"What do we do with this then?"

"You ain't doing nothing, cuz Skeeter sells at twelve, mang."

"Ah." His face changes into a faux-smile, but just as poisonous. " I see. Thanks for the special price, Mickey.''Goes Sal. "It is good to see how much you respect me as a f*cking friend."

"Don't give me that f*cking bullsh*t, dude-" Miguel takes a couple of steps back, keeping a steady pace from Sal.- " If people start hearin' I give discounts, every motherf*cker from here to Northwood is gonna ask for one. ' Throws his hands up in the air. "Business is a puta gorda, Sal, this recession is twisting everyone's hands, f*ck am I supposed to do?"

Sal just looks Miguel up and down."Jesus."

Miguel throws a side glance at the Voodoo. "But!" Turns back to Sal. "But-but-buuut- I got some good news, my good ese. I met this Samoan in Schottler, works at the back of a woodshop, does gun racks for cars. I'm taking the business on wheels. And, I got some sh*t from Brazil you're gonna like."

"Taking the business on…" Sal shoots a side glance at the flashy, gang-colored lowrider in front of him.

"So, when you bust your tail-light on the bridge, and a cop stops you, you..."

"Accelerate."

"Keep going that way, Mickey. I see a bright future for you."

"First, who the f*ck is going to stop a Spanish Lords car in Bohan? That'd be suicide. Second, everyone's got a gun rack on their cars nowadays. Bikers, Irish, hell, I met the Samoan thru this Rasta I know, has the s-"

"I get it."

"...ame thing, y'know, and he has a flashier car than me."

"I get it. What about the guns? Brazil ain't the height of quality."

"Not these guns, homes."

"What's so special 'bout them guns, then?"

Miguel scoffs, "Y´know. y'know."

Sal goes "No, I don't know, spill it already."

"Okay, okay, so, there’s these special forces, UFE or some sh*t, they went through a reform or something, most of their old arsenal ended up in the hands of this gunrunner I do business with. So, I have Brazilian guns now."

“Big time runners don't tend to last 'round these parts.”

“D-don’t worry about that." Miguel waves him off. " Anyways uh… the--"

"Oh, right."

Salvador digs through the back pocket of his jeans pulling out a wad of bills and counting. He starts peeling benjamins, all the way to 1.100, leaving Sal with little more than a quarter of the wad. He hands the bills to Miguel, who cautiously counts them before shoving the wad in his pants.

"Sufficient?"

"Sufficient." He opens the car door, ducking inside. " Good luck, Sal."

He gets in, turns the ignition, and drives away, leaving Salvador somewhere near Attica Avenue, in South Bohan.

Meet with Alfonso.

At this point, Alfonso is somewhere in beautiful Chase Point, a warehouse near the docks. You can take the scenic route of walking across the streets of Bohan, or cruising on your own after the usual Grand Theft Auto.

But what is Bohan to Sal? Bohan is home, and a cage. Every one in five buildings is dilapidated, and the other four are well on their way. It's a place where mom and pop businesses still somehow thrive, because the corporations are too afraid to set up shop. It's whores opening their legs at every corner, in front of uncaring cops, who instead nervously look at the nearby pimps. Empty parks, rows and rows of the same brown-brick apartment building, copied and pasted like computer code. It's the birthplace of Hip-Hop. It's where you've belonged and wrestled around for the last 13 years, with little to no hope of really getting out of it, unless it is for business.

It's your hood.

And it's where you've obtained the two pieces of work you can call your goons for this "adventure", you've already met Miguel, who Sal met after he and his parents moved to L.C after a disastrous childhood in Florida, and Alfonso, who is waiting for you in Chase Point, has been for even longer, ever since childhood.

Upon arrival, you find a man wearing a black leather jacket, leaning against a motorcycle. Even if you don't know anything about bikes, (and honestly, neither does Salvador) you instantly recognize the motorcycle, LCC Lycan, alongside its owner: Alfonso.

Alfonso Santamaría

Alfonso is sitting on the bike, one hand fiddling with his phone, flipping through the phone's ringtones, and the other holding a dufflebag, barely concealing a large semi-auto shotgun.

Sal whistles. Alfonso's eyes dart back, pocketing the phone and yanking the shotgun out of the bag, approaches Sal, bumping his chest before going for a handshake.

"Salva. Paz e Igualdad."

"Paz e Igualdad, Alfonso."

"Cuantos hay?" Says Sal, having switched already into business mode.

"How Many are there?"

"El chino ha llamado a unos cacos de la zona." He says, nodding his head towards the alleyway behind him, leaving into an old, abandoned set of warehouses. "Panda de mamones," He spits to the ground. " he contado unos cinco."
"The Chink called some local thugs. Buncha bastards. I counted five."
Sal smiles, puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Buen trabajo. Vámonos, homeboy."

"Lessgo, brother."

Alfonso tries to break the awkward silence as the pair turn around the corner, weapons drawn. "How's Laura?"

"Haven't heard of her since her birthday, and that was what, last year? f*ck, I really need to hang out with her more often."

"With the tricks we've been turning for Jefe lately, you may as well give her a call, dude. You never know when's the last time ya’ see her."

Sal raises a fist, and Alfonso goes quiet as a churchmouse. He then peaks around the corner, before turning back to Alfonso.

"There's two more. Chinks. I think one of them had a nine."

"Musta’ been waiting for him... so, how we doin' this?"

"Won't lie, I was just thinking we have a nice chat with them, and if they… well y'know, don't comply, we use these here weapons we've got and, check this out, we shoot them with our weapons. If that's not an issue to you, Alfonsito."

"Two against seven, Sal. Heavily armed or not, you still wanna run those numbers?."

"Don' see a problem with 'em."

"Aight, lead the way then. Let's put on a show."

Inside the warehouse, things are hectic, several men are loading bags and boxes into an old white and gray Karin Futo. Some are Latino, others African-American, wearing purple colors, all being watched over by three asian men, one of them looking extremely anxious.

Mr. Wong.

"Mr. Wong"

In reality, his name was something or other. But in the primarily hispanic and African-American Bohan? A bookie and storage owner of Chinese descent could only hope to be christened something like "Mistah Wong" and pray it didn't get any worse instead.

And right now? As Mister Wong finally noticed the two intruders, the two very clearly armed intruders, freely waltz into his warehouse, things couldn't get any worse.

Sal puts his fingers into his mouth, letting out a loud whistle out. Everyone turns around.

"It seems we've caught you gentlemen red handed!"

One second. Everyone sees the guns drawn out.

Two seconds, everyone drops everything, all dashing for cover, or yanking 9mms and semi-autos out of their waistbands.

Four seconds in, an attempt at a negotiation.

"HOLD U-" Unable to determine who even screams it.

Six seconds.

Chaos.

Eliminate the Bodyguards.

"BACK UP, YO BACK U-" Whatever else he had to say is silenced by a blockage of buckshot hitting his throat, choking him as blood violently spurs from his ripped open esophagus. Wong and his associates, all three of them in the back, stare in horror at how the "hired help" they had a few seconds back is now being quickly turned into human paste.

One of them tries to make a run for it, only to be stopped by a spray of 9mm into his leg, forcing him to collapse almost instantly, screaming all the way down in complete agony.

Sal approaches the remaining two, gun still up, ignoring Alfonso, who is at the moment too occupied finishing off the downed triad with a singular, point blank blast to the face.

"You have the gun?" Asks Sal, demanding.

"G--g-gun? What f*cking gu-"

The entire alleway flashes with white for a second as Sal fires his gun again, blasting Wong's remaining associate straight in the face.

By now, Wong, collapsed all over the floor, tries to desperately scoot away from the now expanding pool of blood all around him, bumping into the Futo's backside as both Sal and Alfonso approach.

Sal starts. "So... Mister Wong."

Mister Wong tries to speak, but it's only a muttering mess of "Whu-" "Wha-" and "How-"s that comes out. Sal presses his foot against his chest, pushing the fat man against the car.

"We're skipping the pleasantries. The money." says Sal as he kneels next to Wong.

"What f*cking money!? You took it all!" he practically screams back, his voice breaking under stress.

"You seem to have skipped the part where we care." Goes Alfonso.

"You took. Our Money. We want it. Back." Says Sal, slowly.

"Look, I've invested in a sure-fire way to make the money bac-".

Sal ignores whatever Wong is tirading about, standing up and turning towards Alfonso.

"Open the trunk."

"Of course."

"Wait, trunk?!" That's Wong, the situation finally dawning on him, not that Sal cares, as he grabs Wong by the shoulders, signaling Alfonso to open the trunk, just in time for Sal to slam Wong against the door head first, closing it by accident.

"Open it again." he says, over Wong's screams.

"Stop yakkin', I'm goin'."

Another pull from Alfonso, and the trunk pops open. Sal yanks it open and shoves Wong inside, slamming it shut.

"Jesus, I thought he would never shut up." goes Sal.

"You can say that again."

A moment of silence.

"Hey you uh… you hear that?"

Then the very faint, ever closer ring of sirens.

Sirens. Not an ambulance's. Police Sirens. And after a few seconds, the muzzled screaming and kicking of Wong from the trunk.

"Record response time."

"You drive. We're leaving."

Get in the passenger seat.

The Sirens get closer. Sal hops into the passenger seat, checking the now mostly empty magazine.

"Well, I'm almost dry. Got any nine mil?"

"Check the glovebox, maybe there's something else."

So he does, and so he finds a pair of magazines staring back at him.

Alfonso accelerates.

Just outside the warehouses, a police car arrives. As the duo make their getaway, Sal peppers the cop car, sending the responding officers into cover.

“What the f*ck was that about? They're gonna call for backup now!” yells Alfonso over the chaos.

“SHUT UP-”

More Chinese cursing and screams followed from Wong. The wailing song of sirens pollutes the airwaves of the city, muting whatever the radio had to say. Alfonso goes, clear worry in his voice “Where we going, what am I doing?”

“Will ya just drive?! Hit the highway maybe, I don’t f*cking know. This is our home turf, you're a biker, figure it out!”

“Jesus, the nerve!” hisses the leather-clad one of the two, changing shifts as he proceeds to weave through the insane Bohan traffic. Right on Chase Point, up until San Quentin Avenue, and forwards around the stores and chop shops.

Taking a deep breath before peaking out of the window, the wind and neon lights shakes Salvador to his very core as he grabs onto the car roof with one hand, raising his gun and letting it speak for itself with the other. Bullets scatter, and so do the police cars as one of the chasing responding officers crashes against a row of parked cars, the other still giving chase.

"I'VE GOT A PLAN!" That's Alfonso, over the cacophony of absolutely everything, as he rips the wheel to the right, taking the car straight into the entrance of the Welham Parkway, darting between the clogup of cars entering into South Bohan.

“Plan? What f*cking-” yells Sal in between blasts, before turning around, noticing the giant, open hole in the highway's wall, leading out into yonder. Getting ever closer.

Gravity gets light. Sal loses his grip on the gun, it flies out somewhere into the trees as he grabs the roof with his other hand, part of his chest being yanked out by the wind and motion as the car flies out of the freeway and into the nearby park, both the wheels exploding and dislodging out of its shift, dragging off chunks of dirt and rock as the car forcefully slides over the grass, skidding to a stop.

A few seconds pass. Sal's death grip on the car roof slowly releases, as sirens pass off the freeway, blissfully unaware where the car went. Alfonso releases a few violent coughs and spits on the grass while leaving the ruined compact.

The adrenaline wears off as Sal finally lets go, and climbs out with shaky knees out of the car.

"You absolute f*cking prick. You trying to kill me, is that it?!" Sal pants, checking his legs for injury. They look at each other and realise something - Wong’s rambling came to a stop. "Just- Just Check on Wong." He orders.

Alfonso opens the trunk, and after seeing the insides, slams it shut instantly.

"You're not getting this one to Jefe, brother."

March 22

I really like the presentation of this. It helps a lot with the immersion. I especially like how you've created an intro, since a description can be good, but it doesn't quite cut the mustard. Did you you make it yourself? Kind of reads like slimeball supreme wrote the mission, although he probably helped you with it. I know it says in the video that he did some edition, so that's probably what it is. Just kind of curious.

Really feels good to have some GTA IV DLCs back on here and the level of mod use etc. really adds a whole new level to what we were doing with this stuff ten years ago.

March 22

2 minutes ago, The Notorious MOB said:

I really like the presentation of this. It helps a lot with the immersion. I especially like how you've created an intro, since a description can be good, but it doesn't quite cut the mustard. Did you you make it yourself? Kind of reads like slimeball supreme wrote the mission, although he probably helped you with it. I know it says in the video that he did some edition, so that's probably what it is. Just kind of curious.

Really feels good to have some GTA IV DLCs back on here and the level of mod use etc. really adds a whole new level to what we were doing with this stuff ten years ago.

The way HLTC is written is me and Jeansowaty write everything, (Except one time I had Brynna help me with Dialog), then Slimeball gives it a looksie, kills any typos, edits some things to give it a more street style, then the edits continue periodically until we're all happy with what we got. It's a middle point between us three.

As for that intro, god yes that was my baby. I heard Mala Rodriguez's "Por La Noche" and knew this was the main theme. I hopped onto my then modded (and corrupted to hell and back) copy of IV and started wrangling and fighting every single janky glitch and aspect of the game editor. By the time I was done, it had been, give or take, three months and I've completed the game twice and uncorrupted it and broke it again even more.

I am so glad people are liking it, specially that intro. I had many ideas for it and had to downsize at one point. The song in the intro is actually lacking the third verse, cuts straight to the ending after the strip club because the walk from Sal's place to the alleyway is *painfully* short.

March 22

Just saw the intro clip and my God, the effort and hard-work gone into it is nothing short of fantastic. This is some inspirational work! Nice one.

March 22

25 minutes ago, Datalvarezguy said:

The way HLTC is written is me and Jeansowaty write everything, (Except one time I had Brynna help me with Dialog), then Slimeball gives it a looksie, kills any typos, edits some things to give it a more street style, then the edits continue periodically until we're all happy with what we got. It's a middle point between us three.

As for that intro, god yes that was my baby. I heard Mala Rodriguez's "Por La Noche" and knew this was the main theme. I hopped onto my then modded (and corrupted to hell and back) copy of IV and started wrangling and fighting every single janky glitch and aspect of the game editor. By the time I was done, it had been, give or take, three months and I've completed the game twice and uncorrupted it and broke it again even more.

I am so glad people are liking it, specially that intro. I had many ideas for it and had to downsize at one point. The song in the intro is actually lacking the third verse, cuts straight to the ending after the strip club because the walk from Sal's place to the alleyway is *painfully* short.

Kind of makes sense since neither of you are native English speakers am I right? There are still one or two little typos here and there but it's kind of incredible if you weren't at least subtly influenced by him, since it's very reminiscent of some of his other stuff.

That part about the short walk is actually kind of funny because I remember I used to play out some of my missions in-game for The Code of The Streets to check them for time. Especially in FT when it came to timing the dialogue. With the former, I remember I would meticulously plot out the routes, going street by street and it actually helped me familiarise myself a lot for the later stuff. It's also striking how gritty IV actually looked, which is great for building that street gang level atmosphere.

March 22

1 hour ago, The Notorious MOB said:

Kind of makes sense since neither of you are native English speakers am I right? There are still one or two little typos here and there but it's kind of incredible if you weren't at least subtly influenced by him, since it's very reminiscent of some of his other stuff.

That part about the short walk is actually kind of funny because I remember I used to play out some of my missions in-game for The Code of The Streets to check them for time. Especially in FT when it came to timing the dialogue. With the former, I remember I would meticulously plot out the routes, going street by street and it actually helped me familiarise myself a lot for the later stuff. It's also striking how gritty IV actually looked, which is great for building that street gang level atmosphere.

Yeah, I'm sure our profile flags have hinted at it, but English is a second language to us both. Still, we're having a ton of fun doing it and with Slimeball's help, any problems are dealt with quick. Hopefully with time, we improve aswell.

March 22

4 hours ago, Datalvarezguy said:

Yeah, I'm sure our profile flags have hinted at it, but English is a second language to us both. Still, we're having a ton of fun doing it and with Slimeball's help, any problems are dealt with quick. Hopefully with time, we improve aswell.

It's all good man. We all need to start somewhere. Here's the first concept mission I ever wrote (minus some broken links of course).

March 23

14 hours ago, The Notorious MOB said:

It's all good man. We all need to start somewhere. Here's the first concept mission I ever wrote (minus some broken links of course).

Hey that's actually pretty good. I'd play that. I also recognize that 24/7 from Hove, that's nice!

March 23

1 hour ago, Datalvarezguy said:

Hey that's actually pretty good. I'd play that. I also recognize that 24/7 from Hove, that's nice!

It really isn't man. No need to humour me

I actually did have the exactly store linked before with a dot on the map etc. but everything went to sh*t. It's great that you knew the one I meant though. I think I was one of the first to write actual missions, especially with dialogue (although most of them don't have it), so that length was actually acceptable. Was probably the main reason why I was able to knock out 50 of 'em in just a matter of months lol

March 25

How could you be unsure that we'd like this??

You've gone above and beyond. This is great.

Let me start with the intro video.

I hope that you share this far and wide. I don't actually think we've seen a dedicated introduction clip before. You're the first! You're breaking new ground!

I enjoyed watching it. It makes me miss GTAIV and Liberty City dearly. It also makes me appreciate how much life creators like you and your group are still able to breath into it.

But I'll also say that the only thing that has thrown me here is that the first voice we hear in the video is a Russian goon. This is followed by Niko and then Faustin.

All I could think about is Russian Roulette. It took the shine off The Crown. I'm sure they'll have a massive role in your story, but it would've been better to lead from 0:39 onwards. See what I mean?

I also enjoyed the mission itself. I think you've done a great job of presenting it. The pictures definitely add to the immersion. I love the idea of you actually playing this mission out yourself, recording it, and then writing it up. Please keep doing this.

I didn't encounter any language issues. For non-native speakers, you're very well written. You've obviously taken the time to go through and edit it, which is appreciated.

I also didn't see Slime leave a trail all over this. I knew this was all you and Jeansowaty and it reflects on you well. The only time I thought, "SLIME!" is when Brazilian guns and a Samoan were mentioned. It's that level of world building I've come to expect from such a collaboration.

Be very happy with this. How good does it feel to finally post it up?

March 25

just wanna say it's so dope to finally see this out there after how long this has been in the works. ive already messaged you about this but also just want it on the record and boost it up a little more

this was a pretty strong opening to me off the bat because it establishes the lowdown nature of the chaotic, disorganized crime youve has been writing. there was one paragraph in particular i wanted to highlight

On 3/22/2022 at 10:35 AM, Datalvarezguy said:

But what is Bohan to Sal? Bohan is home, and a cage. Every one in five buildings is dilapidated, and the other four are well on their way. It's a place where mom and pop businesses still somehow thrive, because the corporations are too afraid to set up shop. It's whores opening their legs at every corner, in front of uncaring cops, who instead nervously look at the nearby pimps. Empty parks, rows and rows of the same brown-brick apartment building, copied and pasted like computer code. It's the birthplace of Hip-Hop. It's where you've belonged and wrestled around for the last 13 years, with little to no hope of really getting out of it, unless it is for business.

this is such strong descriptive work. uptown is the enclosure where people are locked up, caged animals in decrepit homes. that understanding of your environs goes a long way to making the vision you have feel realized. another thing you do is really hone in on the descriptive work, especially in gunfights, so every action setpiece feels like an action setpiece instead of an objective. i admire that so much instead of functionally skipping over what's happening or seeing it purely in terms of gameplay

really want to encourage people to write missions and plot for their work. especially if its good, well thought out, robust sh*t. ive seen a bunch where they didnt even have a real story in mind, let alone the intent to write characterization. and you have a really solid foundation in your writing and i always love seeing it shine. cant wait for you to keep going

On 3/23/2022 at 2:22 AM, The Notorious MOB said:

Kind of reads like slimeball supreme wrote the mission, although he probably helped you with it. I know it says in the video that he did some edition, so that's probably what it is. Just kind of curious.

On 3/23/2022 at 3:05 AM, The Notorious MOB said:

it's kind of incredible if you weren't at least subtly influenced by him, since it's very reminiscent of some of his other stuff.

2 hours ago, The Coconut Kid said:

I also didn't see Slime leave a trail all over this.

want to also add here and clear the air slightly: this was all al's work, by and large. ive had the privilege of giving it a once over and just adding notes and editing, trying to fix some grammatical errors, and as al said ive tried to localize some of the dialogue. make sure liberty is authentic to liberty. really happy that al has read my stuff and ive been especially happy to read his. all credit goes to him. even the mention of the Samoan and the weapons from Brazil came from him! this isn't my show and all praise is at my boy's feet

March 25

All praise to you then Al. :^:

I hope these messages show you just how much attention we pay to those little details you've thrown in and encourage you to keep doing more of it.

March 25

9 minutes ago, slimeball supreme said:

just wanna say it's so dope to finally see this out there after how long this has been in the works. ive already messaged you about this but also just want it on the record and boost it up a little more

this was a pretty strong opening to me off the bat because it establishes the lowdown nature of the chaotic, disorganized crime youve has been writing. there was one paragraph in particular i wanted to highlight

this is such strong descriptive work. uptown is the enclosure where people are locked up, caged animals in decrepit homes. that understanding of your environs goes a long way to making the vision you have feel realized. another thing you do is really hone in on the descriptive work, especially in gunfights, so every action setpiece feels like an action setpiece instead of an objective. i admire that so much instead of functionally skipping over what's happening or seeing it purely in terms of gameplay

really want to encourage people to write missions and plot for their work. especially if its good, well thought out, robust sh*t. ive seen a bunch where they didnt even have a real story in mind, let alone the intent to write characterization. and you have a really solid foundation in your writing and i always love seeing it shine. cant wait for you to keep going

want to also add here and clear the air slightly: this was all al's work, by and large. ive had the privilege of giving it a once over and just adding notes and editing, trying to fix some grammatical errors, and as al said ive tried to localize some of the dialogue. make sure liberty is authentic to liberty. really happy that al has read my stuff and ive been especially happy to read his. all credit goes to him. even the mention of the Samoan and the weapons from Brazil came from him! this isn't my show and all praise is at my boy's feet

The writing is good, no doubt about it. I wasn't at all suggesting it wasn't. It just seems like in editing and localizing it you slipped in some of your hallmarks, or Al took inspiration from you. Not a bad thing at all, it was just something that struck me. You use a lot of language and phrasing I've never seen anybody use before. So when they pop up it's kind of easy to see that you had some level of input whether direct or unintentional or whatever the case may be. I'm not that well read, so perhaps it's a feature of certain authors or genres etc. I don't know.

If you've made an impact on people and helped them to improve their writing in a language that isn't their own then you should be proud of that. I know certain people on here have definitely influenced me and I tend not to shy away from that. I think we all remember the Elmore Leonard comparison for example, which was actually kind of funny because at the time, I ashamedly wasn't even aware of who Elmore Leonard was

March 25

I'd start quoting all of you but i'd be here all day then. You guys won't believe how happy I am with this reception. I am now at the very least confident that the rest of the chapters I've got (Not gonna give a definite number but lets say the weekly content will continue for maybe a month for starters) will also, at the very least, entertain you. I cannot express how thankful I am.

Okay maybe I'll quote one.

2 hours ago, The Coconut Kid said:

But I'll also say that the only thing that has thrown me here is that the first voice we hear in the video is a Russian goon. This is followed by Niko and then Faustin.

I was very on the fence with making The Master and The Molotov's ending the very first thing people see. It was my own way of "grounding" the story to IV, give a low ball estimate of when the story exactly starts. That said, yeah I was at the very least aware that it could had been a bit odd. If I can blow my own horn for a second, the transition between rainy night in Broker and late noon in Bohan was at least something I felt slightly proud about but for the rest, I do understand why it could threw people off a loop. That and the Jim Fitz scene, but that was because that scene was a pain to record and I had to improvise with my very limited editing skills when it inevitably broke in several places.

That said, thanks to all of you, and thanks for this valuable feedback. I'll be sure that if my early plans to MAYBE do a second intro for the second and third acts of this little story, I'll have a more connected start to the Lords and Salvador's quest.

March 25

28 minutes ago, Datalvarezguy said:

I was very on the fence with making The Master and The Molotov's ending the very first thing people see. It was my own way of "grounding" the story to IV, give a low ball estimate of when the story exactly starts. That said, yeah I was at the very least aware that it could had been a bit odd. If I can blow my own horn for a second, the transition between rainy night in Broker and late noon in Bohan was at least something I felt slightly proud about but for the rest, I do understand why it could threw people off a loop. That and the Jim Fitz scene, but that was because that scene was a pain to record and I had to improvise with my very limited editing skills when it inevitably broke in several places.

That said, thanks to all of you, and thanks for this valuable feedback. I'll be sure that if my early plans to MAYBE do a second intro for the second and third acts of this little story, I'll have a more connected start to the Lords and Salvador's quest.

I must say this was something that confused me a little too. I got that it was a point of reference for the beginning of the story but I had the exact same thoughts as The Coconut Kid and felt slightly as though I was looking at a cinematic for TRR for a few seconds before Sal came into frame. It's kind of a tricky one since for the majority of Niko's time in Broker he's working for the Russians so the only real alternative would be to start with one of Brucie or Little Jacob's first two missions instead. I mean Dukes does also have a sizable concentration of Spanish Lords. Not suggesting you should re-cut it but it might be a little less jarring if you had the time.

March 28

Salvador wasn't particularly nervous. But he still paced around the alleyway. Mostly talking to himself, going over the events over and over again.

He was gonna get a real lecture.

No way around it, dead men can't pay debts, and he couldn't cover the fat man out of his own pocket.

So now he paced around the alley, loosely, waiting. The Futo with Wong's corpse wouldn't go any further now that it was torn up, so Alfonso and him dumped it there on the spot and split.

So he walked away, hauled a cab and planted himself in a cozy little nook and cranny in Dukes. And waited. Just waited.

Looked up, to the giant tower next to him, LC24 building, which would have been casting a giant shadow all over had there been a sun to begin with. Now, smack dab in the middle of the night, there was only cold.

Every once in a while, he could stare at the other end of the road, and see the occasional media figure or overstressed worker going in and out, all to the giant monolith dedicated to the great-all encompassing power of media that could be seen better than the goddamned Statue of Happiness.

Finally, a car turned and descended the curve towards the alley. First Gen Albany Cavalcade with golden rims, a full on white colorjob and tinted windows.

He sees the driver, face instantly recognized: The Chief's personal lapdog and chauffeur: Rafa.

Rafael "Rafa" Perez

Rafa just stares at Sal up and down, studying him, not saying a single word. Only thing breaking the silence between them both being San Juan Sounds, Rafa's grunting and the faint sounds of late night traffic.

The back window slides, a cloud of smoke escaping through the hole.

The words "Get in." come from the window.

And so he does.

And so the car takes off.

Not many people are fit to run a massive street gang, and in reality, there really isn't any one person that fits the description. Ever since the beginning, the Lords have been less of a gang and more of an ethnic collective of all walks of life. Starting out as little more than warring tribes in Couira City in the 30's and uniting in the 60's under the Puerto Rico, Colombian and all-around Latin rights group ideals.

They formed tribes. Coronas, councils. They organized not as an individual, but as a group.

Then the FIB and DOA came with RICO and drug distribution charges in the 70's and most of the Coronas ended up in jail. Ironically, this is where the big boom came for the Lords. Alderney State Correctional, Cottonmouth County, overcrowding at Earl-Marston Correctional Center in Carcer City. Got so insane that the Lords went international. Madrid, Bogotá, Buenos Aires.

And of course, Liberty City.

And in 2008, the oldest and most experienced senior LC chapter member currently not in jail or dead? Was none other than Nico García. The man currently sitting on the other seat, next to Sal.

Nicolás "Jefe" García

And he looks unhappy. Very, very unhappy. Looking out the window, staring at the cars passing by, completely ignoring Sal's presence next to him, just finishing down the large cigar in his hands to a stump as the car hits it off the boulevard.

"They took down the card game." he finally says, after a few seconds of silence.

Salvador knows what The Card Game is. The Card Game happened when a couple of old timers and hot shots who knew friends of friends that all just so happened to be degenerate f*cking gamblers set up a massive semi-monthly Texas Hold 'Em tournament back in the 80's, way back when in the days of McReary and Gravelli. And the thing took off, extremely well. So much it became something other degenerates would practice for, and something that brought in a LOT of green to most people involved, provided they were smart.

The game was usually set in neutral territory, sometimes Alderney, sometimes Liberty. It really depended on which state was clamping down on gambling at the time.

And since the 2001 fiasco, where one of the guys went broke, shot the dealer and then himself, and because most of the players were Lords or friends of the Lords themselves, The Spanish Lords had been offered a stake in the "Card Game".

Who doesn't love a good round of Poker when you're on the only side that always wins?

Which meant someone had gone and ruined everything.

It takes a few seconds for Salvador to fully register this. It takes him a couple more to answer.

"We got any idea on who?" No emotion to his voice.

"The guys were Asian. No idea on what kind, we both know the old timers can't tell any of those people apart. But the guys who robbed us ain’t the issue, it's who they were answering to."

"Koreans?"

"Close. Triads."

"You think one of their captains authorized this."

Radio DJ announces a new song. Spanish Rock N' Roll. San Juan FM has gone do the dogs ever since audiences reached an all-time low.

"Rafael, cariño, me gusta mucho esta canción, sube el volumen."

"Rafael, honey, I like this song, turn the volume up."

Rafa obliges.

- Somos demasiados, y no podrán pasar

por encima de los años, que tuvimos que callar

por los libros prohibidos, y las entradas secretas.-

He turns to face Sal now, taking off his seat belt for a second and sitting comfortably as the sound now becomes even more unbearable for Salvador, his distaste obvious as Jefe just nods along. Just annoying enough to make that part of his brain twitch.

Over the cacophony, Jefe speaks.

"Kenny Lee knew where the game was being held. Two of the players were his boys."

Sal tries to block the music out of his mind, tries to focus.

-Por todos lo que un día se atrevieron a gritar
que la tierra era redonda, y que había algo más

que dragones y abismo, dónde acababan los mapas.-

"Why'd the hell you do that?!" he goes.

"Don't you f*cking dare to talk back to me like that, you little runt. You woulda made the exact same f*cking mistake. Your mother, God rest her soul, would have made the same goddamn mistake-" He stops for a second, composes himself.

"Cerveza's been neutral for years now. Rastas, Russians, us, the f*cking triads, we've all kept the pot stable there."

"Kenny's got that restaurant in the heights, doesn't he? Give me a couple of days, me and the boys can-"

"Get the f*ck out of here with your big cojones bravado bullsh*t. Shut your mouth and listen. Do you understand me?"

Back to saying nothing for a while. Radio still blaring. They're on the East Borough Bridge now, stopping at what's looking to be a traffic jam caused by another asshole who can't understand how the tollbooth worked again.

-Siento que llegó nuestra hora…

que está es, nuestra revolución…-

"I have a little task force, kids from the hood, you know most of them: The Rivas boy, your friend Ruiz, my dear Rafa here. I want you and Alfonso and that Cubano you hang out with on it. We're gonna hit Lee where it hurts, have him crawl out of his hole towards Algonquin, then we hit him in transit. And we end it there."

"That's it?"

"That's it. We'll contact the triads, tell him our beef is done, Kenny threw the first stone, they have no f*cking ground to contest us on this."

DJ on the radio going wild, saying something about a contest over the music.

"And you think they're just gonna-"

"Are you questioning me?"

"No."

"Then just let me focus on that part, and you focus on yours."

"Yeah, okay. I'm, uh, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

Car crosses the bridge without another word spoken, just the radio.

"Me gusta esto, Rafael." Says Jefe.

"I like this, Rafael."

"Me alegro."
"I am glad."

"Estos… momentos de claridad pura."

"These… moments of pure clarity."

Rafa laughs. "Se nos va un poco la olla, pero aquí estamos. Y pues, te das cuenta un poco de lo que necesitas apreciar. Qué hacer con tu vida."
"We lose our marbles a bit, but here we are. It makes you think, about what you need to appreciate. What to do with your life."

Sal just sinks further into his seat as both of them go on.

The car gets to Fortside.

Not a word about what happened to Mister Wong for the entire trip. Not a word about the money. Not until the end, when Jefe slips out a wad of bills, hands it to Sal.

"Don't worry about the fat man. Drop by our place in the Heights when I text you."

"Of course, Jefe."

"Enjoy the rest of the night. Close the door."

So he does. And then, gone. Back home.

MISSION "PASSED"

REWARD 450 $

Edited March 28 by Datalvarezguy

March 28

2 hours ago, Datalvarezguy said:

Salvador wasn't particularly nervous. But he still paced around the alleyway. Mostly talking to himself, going over the events over and over again.

He was gonna get a real lecture.

No way around it, dead men can't pay debts, and he couldn't cover the fat man out of his own pocket.

So now he paced around the alley, loosely, waiting. The Futo with Wong's corpse wouldn't go any further now that it was torn up, so Alfonso and him dumped it there on the spot and split.

So he walked away, hauled a cab and planted himself in a cozy little nook and cranny in Dukes. And waited. Just waited.

Looked up, to the giant tower next to him, LC24 building, which would have been casting a giant shadow all over had there been a sun to begin with. Now, smack dab in the middle of the night, there was only cold.

Every once in a while, he could stare at the other end of the road, and see the occasional media figure or overstressed worker going in and out, all to the giant monolith dedicated to the great-all encompassing power of media that could be seen better than the goddamned Statue of Happiness.

Finally, a car turned and descended the curve towards the alley. First Gen Albany Cavalcade with golden rims, a full on white colorjob and tinted windows.

He sees the driver, face instantly recognized: The Chief's personal lapdog and chauffeur: Rafa.

Rafael "Rafa" Perez

Rafa just stares at Sal up and down, studying him, not saying a single word. Only thing breaking the silence between them both being San Juan Sounds, Rafa's grunting and the faint sounds of late night traffic.

The back window slides, a cloud of smoke escaping through the hole.

The words "Get in." come from the window.

And so he does.

And so the car takes off.

Not many people are fit to run a massive street gang, and in reality, there really isn't any one person that fits the description. Ever since the beginning, the Lords have been less of a gang and more of an ethnic collective of all walks of life. Starting out as little more than warring tribes in Couira City in the 30's and uniting in the 60's under the Puerto Rico, Colombian and all-around Latin rights group ideals.

They formed tribes. Coronas, councils. They organized not as an individual, but as a group.

Then the FIB and DOA came with RICO and drug distribution charges in the 70's and most of the Coronas ended up in jail. Ironically, this is where the big boom came for the Lords. Alderney State Correctional, Cottonmouth County, overcrowding at Earl-Marston Correctional Center in Carcer City. Got so insane that the Lords went international. Madrid, Bogotá, Buenos Aires.

And of course, Liberty City.

And in 2008, the oldest and most experienced senior LC chapter member currently not in jail or dead? Was none other than Nico García. The man currently sitting on the other seat, next to Sal.

Nicolás "Jefe" García

And he looks unhappy. Very, very unhappy. Looking out the window, staring at the cars passing by, completely ignoring Sal's presence next to him, just finishing down the large cigar in his hands to a stump as the car hits it off the boulevard.

"They took down the card game." he finally says, after a few seconds of silence.

Salvador knows what The Card Game is. The Card Game happened when a couple of old timers and hot shots who knew friends of friends that all just so happened to be degenerate f*cking gamblers set up a massive semi-monthly Texas Hold 'Em tournament back in the 80's, way back when in the days of McReary and Gravelli. And the thing took off, extremely well. So much it became something other degenerates would practice for, and something that brought in a LOT of green to most people involved, provided they were smart.

The game was usually set in neutral territory, sometimes Alderney, sometimes Liberty. It really depended on which state was clamping down on gambling at the time.

And since the 2001 fiasco, where one of the guys went broke, shot the dealer and then himself, and because most of the players were Lords or friends of the Lords themselves, The Spanish Lords had been offered a stake in the "Card Game".

Who doesn't love a good round of Poker when you're on the only side that always wins?

Which meant someone had gone and ruined everything.

It takes a few seconds for Salvador to fully register this. It takes him a couple more to answer.

"We got any idea on who?" No emotion to his voice.

"The guys were Asian. No idea on what kind, we both know the old timers can't tell any of those people apart. But the guys who robbed us ain’t the issue, it's who they were answering to."

"Koreans?"

"Close. Triads."

"You think one of their captains authorized this."

Radio DJ announces a new song. Spanish Rock N' Roll. San Juan FM has gone do the dogs ever since audiences reached an all-time low.

"Rafael, cariño, me gusta mucho esta canción, sube el volumen."

"Rafael, honey, I like this song, turn the volume up."

Rafa obliges.

- Somos demasiados, y no podrán pasar

por encima de los años, que tuvimos que callar

por los libros prohibidos, y las entradas secretas.-

He turns to face Sal now, taking off his seat belt for a second and sitting comfortably as the sound now becomes even more unbearable for Salvador, his distaste obvious as Jefe just nods along. Just annoying enough to make that part of his brain twitch.

Over the cacophony, Jefe speaks.

"Kenny Lee knew where the game was being held. Two of the players were his boys."

Sal tries to block the music out of his mind, tries to focus.

-Por todos lo que un día se atrevieron a gritar
que la tierra era redonda, y que había algo más

que dragones y abismo, dónde acababan los mapas.-

"Why'd the hell you do that?!" he goes.

"Don't you f*cking dare to talk back to me like that, you little runt. You woulda made the exact same f*cking mistake. Your mother, God rest her soul, would have made the same goddamn mistake-" He stops for a second, composes himself.

"Cerveza's been neutral for years now. Rastas, Russians, us, the f*cking triads, we've all kept the pot stable there."

"Kenny's got that restaurant in the heights, doesn't he? Give me a couple of days, me and the boys can-"

"Get the f*ck out of here with your big cojones bravado bullsh*t. Shut your mouth and listen. Do you understand me?"

Back to saying nothing for a while. Radio still blaring. They're on the East Borough Bridge now, stopping at what's looking to be a traffic jam caused by another asshole who can't understand how the tollbooth worked again.

-Siento que llegó nuestra hora…

que está es, nuestra revolución…-

"I have a little task force, kids from the hood, you know most of them: The Rivas boy, your friend Ruiz, my dear Rafa here. I want you and Alfonso and that Cubano you hang out with on it. We're gonna hit Lee where it hurts, have him crawl out of his hole towards Algonquin, then we hit him in transit. And we end it there."

"That's it?"

"That's it. We'll contact the triads, tell him our beef is done, Kenny threw the first stone, they have no f*cking ground to contest us on this."

DJ on the radio going wild, saying something about a contest over the music.

"And you think they're just gonna-"

"Are you questioning me?"

"No."

"Then just let me focus on that part, and you focus on yours."

"Yeah, okay. I'm, uh, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

Car crosses the bridge without another word spoken, just the radio.

"Me gusta esto, Rafael." Says Jefe.

"I like this, Rafael."

"Me alegro."
"I am glad."

"Estos… momentos de claridad pura."

"These… moments of pure clarity."

Rafa laughs. "Se nos va un poco la olla, pero aquí estamos. Y pues, te das cuenta un poco de lo que necesitas apreciar. Qué hacer con tu vida."
"We lose our marbles a bit, but here we are. It makes you think, about what you need to appreciate. What to do with your life."

Sal just sinks further into his seat as both of them go on.

The car gets to Fortside.

Not a word about what happened to Mister Wong for the entire trip. Not a word about the money. Not until the end, when Jefe slips out a wad of bills, hands it to Sal.

"Don't worry about the fat man. Drop by our place in the Heights when I text you."

"Of course, Jefe."

"Enjoy the rest of the night. Close the door."

So he does. And then, gone. Back home.

MISSION "PASSED"

REWARD 450 $

Love the new chapter, making me very curious of what will happen next. Worth reading it while I keep the song (Amaral - Revolución) played in the background.

April 4

It took a couple of days before the message came, from an unknown number. A burner phone, like usual.

"Drop by.-Jf. "

Rafa'd dropped yesterday, said nothing, just gave Sal an envelope and left. Envelope had a picture.

Cerveza Heights' Burger Shot closed down a couple of years ago, after a localized outbreak of salmonella spread around the borough. Sanitation was all over them, much like the plague they caused in the neighbourhood.

Here was hoping the place had at least been disinfected.

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As of now, a new method of transportation is unlocked to Sal:

This is Salvador's '65 Vapid Chino, brought shortly after joining the Lords. It will always be parked in Sal's safehouses, alongside any other car or motorcycle he unlocks or finds in his travels. The Lords await on the Heights, so all that's left for now is taking your car and visiting your pals.

Upon arriving, a single man waits by the door.

Lyle Rivas

Lyle approaches the car, throwing aside a half-smoked Redwood as he leans on the car's passenger window.

"Salvita Morales, good to see you."

“Lyle Rivas. You still owe me two-fiddy.”

“Uhh… I’m runnin' a bit light. Been doing this side hustle right now with a pal of mine, I’ll pay you once we’re done with what Nicky wants us to do, alright?”

“Figures you're still running from f*cking debt collectors." Sal mumbles out, killing the engine, getting out of the car.

"Yeah well, not all of us can spend their lives with our lips coupled to the boss' asshole.” - goes Lyle, shoving Sal’s shoulder with his fist while joyfully chuckling. Sal quickly grabs hold of his arm and pushes it away.

“Watch your tone, maricón. Don’t forget I outrank you.” Lyle’s smile turned into a far more reserved frown.

The pair approach the dilapidated building.

"How's your cuz?" asks Sal.

"Knowing him, probably on some sugar daddy's bed. I stopped keeping track of Tom ages ago. Same sh*t with Victor, so don't go askin' around if I heard about Mister LS."

“Los Santos, Lord, give me a f*cking break. Should have sent Tommy to San Fierro instead, he’d be just right at home there.”

“You tell me, what an embarrassment.”

"Al and Mickey here?"

"Got here a while ago, we're waiting on you and Ernesto."

They enter the building. Alfonso is mindlessly typing on his phone, Miguel going on yet another ramble about something or other, no doubt another one of his whackjob conspiracies regarding Latin governments. Rafa is pretending to listen, lighting up his pipe. God knows what’s inside.

“...Lawton's in bed with the Mexican prez. They both want to f*ck over Cuba, take it from the Castros, drain what they haven't stolen already. It's all- It's all nothing but f*cking politics, dude, big guys with cigars on boardrooms, jerkin' off over a worldmap, seeing what place they wanna f*ck over that day.”

Alfonso looks up from his phone.

“Puerto Rico’s also f*cked to hell and back, bro, you don't see me complainin'. Who the f*ck cares about Cuba anyways? Your parents literally got on a boat to not give a sh*t about Cuba anymore, Mickey. We live in America now, worry about America."

“Ya know me, I’m a patriot, I care.”

Rafa perks up.

"Patriota mis cojones, Alfonso, ¿Quién ha dejado a este payaso entrar?"

“Patriot my balls, Alfonso, who let this clown in?”

“Rafa, shut your f*ckin' mouth, I can vouch for him. Conspiracy or not, you have to admit his rambling is funnier than Ernesto’s speeches. ¿Y cuándo vas a aprender inglés de una maldita vez? Cada vez que te invitamos tenemos que hablar en dos idiomas como en una rola de Vinewood."

"...And when are you going to learn English already? Every time we invite you we have to switch languages like a Vinewood film."

“Panda de maricones. No sabéis de lo que estais hablando.”

"You're a buncha Fags. You don't know what you're talking about."

Lyle puts a pair of fingers to his mouth, lets out a whistle. Everyone looks up.

"Sal's here."

“Here’s the man.” That's Alfonso, who goes for the first handshake. followed by Mickey and Rafael.

"Glad ta see ya in one piece, Sal."

"Llegas tarde."

"You're late."

That's not Rafa, speaking in Spanish. That's Jefe. On the other side of the restaurant, back turned to everyone, working over a set of papers and maps, set over what used to be the checkout counter.

"Tráfico." is Sal's excuse.

"Traffic."

He waves him off, going back to his plans. A car screeches outside, catching everyone's attention. A black and red Albany Primo parking next to Sal's car.

Ernesto Ruiz emerges from the car, and rushes inside, a manilla folder tucked beneath his arm. He’s very energetic, as if he had one coffee too much.

Ernesto Ruiz

“Buenas tardes.”- he approaches Nicolás, handing the manilla folder- “Here are the papers, Jefe.” - he gives them to the boss, while staring down at the ground, awkwardly.

"Gracias, Ernesto." He checks the folder over, giving it a light read before closing it, and setting it with the rest of the papers over the counter.

Sal and Ernesto exchange looks.

"Hey-"

"Been a while, homeboy." Before he can go any further, Jefe waves at everyone to come closer.

"Okay boys, gather around." Everyone does, nervously. “Ernesto here’s pitched me a plan on how to push the Triads out of Cerveza Heights once and for all.” He grabs one of the documents from the manilla folder, revealing it to everyone.

"This, is a housing contract. Don't gawk at it, it's useless right now. But, with the right person signing it over, we can… say buy a house with this. Or an apartment. We can't take over a hood we have no people in. So this is our in. We're buying up the block."

“Buying? Wouldn’t it be better to just kill the f*ckers here and there and call it a f*cking payday?” - quips Sal, much to everyone’s dismay.

“No, muscles, unless you want us all over Weazel next morning. Control yourself, Jesus.” - Ernesto scolds him. - “What we need to do right now is bide our time. Build a foundation under their noses. We'll hit them, don't worry. It'll be easy.”

“Muy bien. So, we're hitting the neighbourhood's real estate office, Ernesto, Salvador, you two are going to his office, showing him the contracts, and making him sign. At our prices."-He scribbles a couple of notes in one of the contracts, handing the folder back to Ernesto. "We're not exactly the Cleethorpes family, if you catch my drift.”

“Let’s go then. But I’m driving.” - says Sal, twirling his hand in a “we’re off” kind of move and leaves with Ernesto.

"You boys have fun. Now, Rivas, Alfonso, you two are getting me a shopping list…"

The pair leave the Burger Shot as Jefe continues with his "master plan".

“The guy we’re looking for is supposedly working in Downtown Broker right now, we can catch him there.” Ernesto hops onto his car, motioning Sal to get in the driver's seat.

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Find the Real Estate Developer.

"Been a while since we've rode together." goes Sal, grabbing the keys from Ernesto and putting the car in ignition.

"Been six months, that's way more than a while. Also, be careful with the car, I've just gotten it fixed."

"Be careful with the car, I've just gotten it--" Sal mocks Ernesto's voice. "Listen to yourself, since when have I wrecked YOUR sh*t?"

"New Year's Eve."

"I distinctly remember the cops being the ones responsible for that. And I still paid for it, didn't I--"

"Okay, then don't ask, dude."

"The f*ck?"

"Don't ask."

"Duh- duh- duh- you listenin' to yourself? Don't ask, he says. Don't- Shut the f*ck up. I didn't crash the car. The trooper crashed into us. And it was an accident, he apologized, and I still paid you for it, so shut the f*ck up."

"Okay."

"I just wanna make conversation, and you're all antagonistic with me."

"Sorry. Look, can we start over?"

"Just gimme the 101 on this real estate fool."

"What's there to say? Typical cracker f*ckhead, runs an office downtown, lives near Meadows Park. Whiter than bread, clean record, will probably pass out at the sight of blood. Should be easy to have him sign."

"Okay. Been a while since you and I did some solo sh*t."

"I got a coupla bats in the back. Feel free to grab one, make this faster."

"Don't mind if I do."

The drive goes on, and on, and on. On until you finally reach downtown. Next to the hospital, next to the Transport Authority building, people going in and out and around like headless chickens all around, all in suits, shirts and briefcases. Ernesto signals you to stop the car at a building off the side of Montauk Avenue.

"This is it."

Sal turns towards the nondescript building, reaching to the backseat, where a pair of metal bats sit inside a duffle bag.

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The building wasn't too different from your average corpo complex. Reception table in the middle, elevators to the left, restrooms to the right, and a list of every floor and business listed next to the elevators.

"Welcome, how can I-" The receptionist's fake smile fades almost instantly as she recognizes the pair of armed lunatics entering the building and approaching the register.

"Rocket Homes Real Estate, we're looking for William." That's Ernesto, doing his best "kind man" impression, bat still in his hands. " Mister Pasternak."

"I'm afraid Mister Pasternak is currently not at his office."

"How'd you know?" Goes Sal, staring straight through the receptionist with his bulbous eyes, as wide as they can get, breathing loudly with his mouth.

“Hush-” - Ernesto waved his hand and shushed him into submission before he could raise his bat.

"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to call security if you don't leave this inst-"

“We’re businessmen. And so is Mister Pasternak. We just want to… y’know, talk...”

"Sirs, this is your last warning."

“f*ck the talking…” - Sal mutters, nodding at Ernesto.

"Well, I tried being reasonable."

Receptionist reaching for the phone.

"Let's wreck this sh*thole."

Defend yourselves.

It doesn't take long for the receptionist to make her leave, and for security to arrive.

Papers fly, the water machine comes off, flying towards one of the guards, courtesy of Sal, as Ernesto breaks the other's nose with a blow.

"Christsakes, we just wanna talk to Pasternak!" Says Sal, picking up his bat and kicking the downed guard, spitting on the man.

"You’re enjoying this way too much, bro. Check the listings, it has the floor or whatever!"

Check out the floor listing.

Sal rushes to the floor listing and gives it a quick glance:

...HOUSER AND HOUSER, ATTORNEYS AT LAW- FLOOR 4B
AL-TRAX RECORDS- FLOOR 4C

ROCKET HOMES REAL ESTATE- FLOOR 4D

HARRIS’ MINT AND MEDICINE- FLOOR 4F

"Oh for f*ck's sake - He's on the fourth floor."

Ernesto reaches for the elevator panel, giving it a click.

"Hey, ya should be happy."

"Why?"

"You get to dangle a motherf*cker off the fourth floor."

Pasternak seems to have barricaded himself in his office among all the trouble - Ernesto tries opening the door to no avail.

"He's locked himself in."

"I got this."

Sal gives the lock a swift kick, shattering the door's lock off and gaining access inside. William is cowering in fear behind his desk, cowering and yelling. “Ahhh! Don’t hit me! I’m anemic!” Ernesto grabs him by the collar and raises him up, struggling a little with that, much to Sal’s amusement, who instead puts his bat to the businessman’s forehead.

“William Pasternak, I presume.” Ernesto pushes Pasternak against the glass, shattering it to pieces.

Sal breaks off what's left of the window frame with the tip of his bat, as Ernesto, still grabbing the poor, pudgy f*ck by the neck, pushes him into the open window.

"Homeboy, I need you."

Sal drops the bat, grabs onto Bill, and the pair push his torso off.

The man is half hanging off 4 floors.

"Now-" Goes Salvador. "We're gonna skip straight to the facts. You're gonna sign a couple of papers, or we're gonna drop you down, find the next idiot and give him the same treatment, capiche?"

"What the f*ck are you talking about, papers?! Did my wife send you?"

"Convince this fool, brother."

Intimidate Pasternak.

Press (A) and (D) to shake him.

The pair start to shake Pasternak over the edge.

"Sweet Mary and Joseph! LET ME DOWN!"

"DO NOT LET HIM DOWN, I KNOW YOU." That's Ernesto, trying his best not to let the fat bastard slip.

"I dunno about you, but I'm having the time of my life! You wanna stretch this for a couple of minutes?"

"NO-"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT." Ernesto looks at Sal, somewhat more scared than Pasternak.

"I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING TO ANYONE, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?"

"None of your f*ckin' bidness, now sign the f*cking papers!"

"WHAT PAPERS?! YOU'VE JUST BARGED INTO THE BUILDING, BROKE INTO MY OFFICE AND TRIED TO KILL ME!"

"WE PULL YOU BACK IN, YOU SIGN IT?"

"YES, f*ckING- YES, JUST PULL ME UP!"

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Sal and Ernesto pull the man up, dropping him onto the floor, and throwing the documents onto his lap.

"Sign them at these prices. You tell anybody about this, and it’s out the f*ckin’ window again. We'll be in touch."

And that was all that was said. Not a word as they looked at each other and rushed out of the room, adrenaline settling in, as the cops were probably just about to arrive. Not a word as they rush to the elevator, hit the button and go all 4 floors down, complete silence until they rush out into the lobby, straight into the first responders, helping out the guards, or what was left of them up.

"HEY-"

"LCPD-"

The pair rush out of the building, straight into the Primo.

"I have a feeling this isn't going according to Jefe's plan, brother-"

"Pasternak won't talk about the contracts, unless he doesn't value his life, now hit it!"

Lose the cops.

"What do you wanna bet Rafa and the rest get to do the easy stuff?"

"Oh, this isn't a normal day in the office for you?"

"f*ck you."

You've lost the LCPD a million times now, 2 stars is not really a threat unless you slow down. The sirens become distant, as Sal and Ernesto drive away from Downtown, back into Bohan.

"Aight, that's our part done."

"Back to the Burger shot?"

"Nah, drop me off at my spot, that was all for today."

Drive Ernesto home.

“Salvador, times are changing rapidly.”

“No sh*t.”

“No, I mean, uh. The Lords, man. We’re not just another run off the mill gang. We’re an or-gani-zation, see?”

“The f*ck you talking about?”

“Don't be stupid. We have a cause. We have a goal to achieve. Help the poor, get kids outta the ghetto. You know?”

“Ernesto, I know you since you were sh*tting your pants, hell, I know you since I was sh*tting my pants, how is it that you still haven’t grown out of this idealism of yours? Get a grip, we’re in this sh*t because we need money. And so does everyone else that’s part of this ‘or-gani-sayshun’ as you put it. You been hangin' with Manny again? I don’t think you’re stupid enough to believe in his nonsense. No wonder Jefe made him leave, man’s an embarrassment, homie.”

"...sh*t, Manny. I actually saw him a coupla days ago."

"No sh*t?"

"You won't ever guess what that motherf*cker's doing."

"Now that's what I wanna hear from ya. Shoot."

"A f*ckin' Tee-Vee show."

"Get the f*ck outta here-"

"Remember Jay from High School?"

"The fag?"

"Don't be a- Yes, the gay guy. He finished that media class some time ago, so Manny has him running around him, recordin' everythang he doin'."

"That's sadder than when he claimed to invent Hip-Hop. All he ever did was shoot H into his f*cking toes. As I said, one big f*cking embarrassment. Word of advice bro, this isn’t the right type of guy to look up to. See, that's your biggest problem, holmes. You always needing someone to follow around.” - Sal chuckles drily.

“Very funny. As it stands though, I’m above you in this game. I call the shots in terms of planning and you make things work. So hey, maybe you're the one following me around.”

“The one calling the shots is Jefe and we all know that. Don’t get too big for your boots, Ernesto.”

“I can say the same about you, Sal. You’ll see for yourself though, we’re gonna make a difference. And there will be no need for TV, blood, drama, violence… It's gonna be something worth fightin' for.”

“Says the guy who literally helped me push a rich prick into a window to scare the sh*t outta him. But I guess I’ll just let you live in your little fantasy.”

"Hey, since when is hanging a rich f*ck off a building a bad thing? Read the books. The Soviets had the right idea. This f*cking crisis we have, the entire recession, it's because of those motherf*ckers in the Exchange. BAWSAQ vampires."

“You’d make great friends with the Russian Mafia then. Unfortunately, considerin' they stole our product recently, I don’t think your new friendship is gonna work out.”

“Hilarious.” - Ernesto is visibly frustrated at Sal’s “I don’t give a f*ck” type of attitude and cuts the conversation short.

You arrive at Ernesto's place.

"Aight man. Been good hangin' with ya… don’t be a stranger, compadre."

"Yeah, we'll hang, if I don’t hang you myself." Sal laughs. " I'll see you back at base."

Ernesto retreats back into his house.

Mission Passed

Reward: 1000$

Sal produces his phone, and dials up Jefe's number.

“We took care of what we had to do, boss. Ernesto worked his magic.”

“Well done, boys. That’s one step closer to wrestilng the Heights off the gooks. I’ll see you both at the Burger Shot soon, okay?”

Click.

Edited April 4 by Datalvarezguy

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