NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is a semi-open RP, based around Gang Warfare in modern-day Los Angeles. Sign-up thread is here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=529673). Territories are being taken, so be quick! So far:

Pan-Arab Barronia: Augustino Family - Santa Monica, west Beverly Hills
Mereshka: The Hanyous - North-west Los Angeles
Siap: Danzig Gang - Inglewood, Airport, Small Beach Strip
North Calaveras: Revolutionaries - North Los Angeles
1010102: Binarian Mafia - South-west Los Angeles
Ghost Tigers Rise: Neighborhood Defense Consortium (NDC) - Culver City (non FF remainder), Venice
Naasha: Legitimate Business Association (LBA) - Long Beach
Iranian Emirate: Basijoes - Unknown
Angaor: Red Tray Eights - Unknown
Calizorinstan: Freedom Fighters - Comptown, small part of Culver City
Skibereen: The Fathers - Lynwood, Lynwood Gardens; Mira Loma, Pitchess, and Century Detention Centers
Xiscapia: The Silver Tigers - San Marino
Alversia: Fianna Seactana - Santa Monica Beach - Topana Beach

Finally, this is the general IC thread. I'll keep a note of any sidethreads made, if you'll TG me or NC the links. Put something so that we know its this RP, e.g. "GWRP" (Gang Warfare RP).

Side Threads:

The Augustino Proposition (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=529695)

Los Angeles. A city plagued by gang warfare. The mafia, communists, black marketeers, smugglers, vigilantes; Los Angeles has them all. Stay quiet, stay safe. That's the word on the street. In the authorities, corruption is rife. Cops can be bought like ice cream - for the right amount of cash. Crooked lawyers drive sports cars, "gifts" stolen to order by their clients. Straight cops have a hard time - fighting their bent co-workers and the criminal organisations is never easy.

It's not been quiet in the city recently. Gangs have been mobilising, preparing to expand. Some will win territory, at a price. Some will pay the ultimate price in keeping theirs. The city waits with baited breath as to who will make the first move. Deals and alliances will be formed and broken; wars started; trades delivered. What can go down, will go down.

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Basijoes.*X

The Freedom Fighter's patrol their street's with no mercy, if a rival gang invades, they will fight back fiercely, and with force. Their top commander Ali Hassan is patrolling the city...


"Men, I see a gang member, unknown, capture him NOW!", as Ali commanded this in the top of a building , 4 strong, husky American's, burst out of the building, armed with M-4's, jumped on the lone gang member and captured him for interrogation.

Five Hanyous patrolled they're territory, they all had varying guns, but they all had katanas at their side in case they ran out of bullets. So far they had seen nothing, but the Youkai (Their leader) was planning on expanding they're area of control, so they wanted to be aware and ready.

Jerry K. Hussein, a damn good sniper. He stood atop a rather large, sloped, building roof. His clothing matched the pattern of the building's roof. Blue with darker strips. His Remington 700's 5x scope zoomed onto the Chief of L.A. Police, his head, his eyes, in Hussein's view. He fired a single shot, the sound rippling threw the atmosphere, though the Chief of Police in L.A. had been dead for about a second before anyone heard the sound.

The plan was genius. The house had been evacuated, two cans of motor oil were in the house, the gas was turned all the way up. Hussein dropped into the house, stripping of his clothes, and slipping into a pair of jeans and a baggy white shirt with no writing on it. He disassembled his rifle within a minute, placed the parts into his briefcase, strapped it to the high-powered magnetic belt that was placed around his sternum, as the baggy shirt would allow it to be inconspicuous.

As he exited the house he took the coat-tail bomb he had just before the shooting and chucked it inside the house, the entire building burning on fire, signs of the attempt taking here would be burned away, along with the suit he used to camouflage himself. Everything went off without a hitch, the suit was burned to ashes before the fire department had reached it, the house somewhat in tacked. Though, most importantly, Hussein had gotten away, riding his 80's Sudan back to their HQ.

OOC: This is a semi-open RP, based around Gang Warfare in modern-day Los Angeles. Sign-up thread is here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=529673). Territories are being taken, so be quick! So far:

Pan-Arab Barronia: Augustino Family - Santa Monica, west Beverly Hills
Mereshka: The Hanyous - North-west Los Angeles
Siap: Danzig Gang - Inglewood, Airport, Small Beach Strip
North Calaveras: Revolutionaries - North Los Angeles
1010102: Binarian Mafia - South-west Los Angeles
Ghost Tigers Rise: Neighborhood Defense Consortium (NDC) - South Central
Naasha: Legitimate Business Association (LBA) - Long Beach
Iranian Emirate: Basijoes - Unknown
Angaor: Red Tray Eights - Unknown
Calizorinstan: Freedom Fighters - Comptown, small part of Culver City
Skibereen: The Fathers - Unknown
Xiscapia: The Silver Tigers - Unknown

Finally, this is the general IC thread. I'll keep a note of any sidethreads made, if you'll TG me or NC the links. Put something so that we know its this RP, e.g. "GWRP" (Gang Warfare RP).

Los Angeles. A city plagued by gang warfare. The mafia, communists, black marketeers, smugglers, vigilantes; Los Angeles has them all. Stay quiet, stay safe. That's the word on the street. In the authorities, corruption is rife. Cops can be bought like ice cream - for the right amount of cash. Crooked lawyers drive sports cars, "gifts" stolen to order by their clients. Straight cops have a hard time - fighting their bent co-workers and the criminal organisations is never easy.

It's not been quiet in the city recently. Gangs have been mobilising, preparing to expand. Some will win territory, at a price. Some will pay the ultimate price in keeping theirs. The city waits with baited breath as to who will make the first move. Deals and alliances will be formed and broken; wars started; trades delivered. What can go down, will go down.

What areas are open? If there is or you can make, we'll be at the city outskirts...

Five Hanyous patrolled they're territory, they all had varying guns, but they all had katanas at their side in case they ran out of bullets. So far they had seen nothing, but the Youkai (Their leader) was planning on expanding they're area of control, so they wanted to be aware and ready.

A man suddenly appears, wearing gray cammo pants, a dark blue shirt with a black jacket and a katana sword hanging from his belt walks up. "My name is Foxfire, here from the Silver Tigers to see the leader of the Hanyous." he annonced, his blue/gray eyes glittering coldly.

The Hanyou looked at the man, "You wish to see the Youkai"? "Follow me".
OOC: I've got to get off mates, so please don't attack me. And Xiscapia, the Youkai will accept the alliance.

OOC: Still loads available. How's San Marino for you?

OOC: Still loads available. How's San Marino for you?

If you are talking to me, that's fine

Ala Mala was the leader of the North African division of the Basijoes, his unit were the primary fighters of the gang, though there was only eight of them. Their uniforms was the same as the rest of the unit, except they always wore a red cap, with a red-green-white tie around their necks. Their weapons had been recently upgraded to eight Mac-5's and eight Desert Eagles, their next attack would take place soon, as their vehicle's insides were being reinforced with several layers of Kevlar bought off of a corrupt police manager.

'Colonel' Mala assembled his troops. Their 'uniforms' did not make them look much like soldiers, but their discipline toppled this, and their neat two neat rows of three holding their heads up high, with their Mac-5's (with folding butt stock retracted) slung around their arms, one hand holding it still, while the other kept up a steadfast salute.

'Lieutenant' Kenn was the eight member, second ranking, and standing besides Mala, he was at an at ease position, with his Desert Eagle tucked nicely into his draws, and his Mac-5 was being held by his hands that were behind his back. Unlike the rest of the 'grunts' his uniform was of green alligator shoes, white formal pants, a red buttoned shirt, with a three segmented military cap, green-red-white, with a rifle in the middle of it.

Colonel Mala had a similar uniform, with the exception of any weapon, but his cap had a child wielding a weapon. His stature was that of a rigid stance, in front of a podium. He began his speech, retrieving a hidden extendable pointer that was placed inside of the podium. He smacked the drawing board behind him. "We will be conducting raids on these locations," he pointed at three separate, but nearby houses. "There are a total of six, willing, North African men in these houses, all ages fourteen to seventeen." This was not a shock to the troops, because they themselves had been recruited around these ages. Though only eight of the original nineteen had survived.

OOC: I made my picks Pan, put them in the OOC thread. Along with Lynwood could you add Lynwood Gardens?

IC:

Darren McCormick sat on his front porch sipping fruit punch koolaid from a dollar store wine glass. He sat watching his street, Kay st just off Bullis.
It would be time to make some moves here shortly and he would have to get some cousins together.

He was known as an 'Old Head' in the neighborhood and he was trusted.
Grey peppering the sides of his shaved head. Lines in his face that still somehow retained some youth. He sipped his koolaid and watched, from his porch he could see onto Bullis and out on to Rosecrans. Yeah, definately getting close to time do some things.

He would need to make sure the cops were away for a few hours too, but all they needed to know was there might be a fight...and they would stay away.

the Reverend Dr. Joh Mcalpin put on his robes, preparing to start the church service. He sighed as he heard gunfire in the distance, and walked out to greet the congregation.

OOC: Roger that, and consider it done.

"Sacre de Dio! What is this city coming to? It used to be honourable, a decent place to live. Then we get these communist and arab guys, invading our territory, like they own the place."

These were the words of Consulata Augustino, head of the Augustino mafia family, travelling in their usual cavalcade to view their property, and collect their money.

Feared throughout Santa Monica, the Augustino family ruled with the iron rod - pay up in cash, or pay up in punishment. They'd broken two legs, one rib, and 3 arms already today. They scream, but they knew the price of not paying. They'd be left to the street robbers and looters. No money, no protection. That was the way it went.

The Mafia was also heavily into real estate in the area. They could build pretty much what they wanted, where they wanted. Scare tactics and bribery put paid to that.

For now, they were looking to strengthen their relations with a like-minded organisation - they weren't for diluting the gang pool with foreign, communist scum.

John Aster sighted his M-16A4, when he saw the second in command of the police in the Compton, he fired 5 time's, hitting the SIC, and killing him, more police came, and he lobbed grenade's at the police, and ran into the house, and said "Boyz, this ain't no walk in da darn park, this is da reals, letz goz!", he and 20 men armed with M-16A4's, burst out into cover, and opened fire on the police.

OCC: well before i post who would like me to start attacknig them, it will be small.

Mala's Brigade moved in, stealing away the six children, they accepted it, as this was just a ploy to allow them to join, without dealing with their parents. Soon they were back at base, already beginning their training. Meanwhile, Mala began to assemble his weapon, the AKS-74U, all the parts cost him about two months to ship into the city secretly. The large rounds, coupled with the spray and pray capabilities of a sub-machine gun in urban combat. It was assembled quickly, his weapon was ready. And he was happy to see it ready. There was now fourteen members in the North African division, bumping up the Basijoes numbers to eighty-three.

OCC: well before i post who would like me to start attacknig them, it will be small.
You may a small raiding party to San Marino.

OCC: okay, sure.

the 5 revolutionarys 2 hand glocks the others had AK-47s were ready to raid the silver tigers, they had ski masks and vests. they were riding in a black SUV into tiger terrirtory they drove through the neighbor hood until they saw 10 tigers, they stopped and began to check them.

The 4 Evo Lancer's drove silently and quickly up the streets of Santa Monica, each of the car's four occupants was armed with the latest Uzi, the most expensive money could buy...or smuggle...into the city. Each wore kevlar body armour and were disguised by the use of Balaclava's over their faces, so only their eyes and lips could be seen. They were on their way to a very important meeting with the Revolutionaries. A deal which could prove lucrative to both sides but for different reasons.

The pimped up and armoured Lancers turned off the main beulivard and headed towards their meeting

the 5 revolutionarys 2 hand glocks the others had AK-47s were ready to raid the silver tigers, they had ski masks and vests. they were riding in a black SUV into tiger terrirtory they drove through the neighbor hood until they saw 10 tigers, they stopped and began to check them.
10 Silver Tiger gang members stood on the corner of of a street on the outskirts of San Marino. A black SUV pulls up on the other side of the street, moving slowly. It stopped and just sat there, waiting. The Tigers, 7 men and three women, shifted uneasily and grasped their guns, knives, and katanas. The Silver Tigers control a large part of legal shipping in the area, allowing them to get the best weapons, cars, and gadgets from their home gang in Japan. Thus, they had the best Uzis money could buy, as well as the most powerful pistols in the world, Sig Sauers, and hand-forged katanas and knives.

THE SUV drove past them to the next block, and it came back, rolled down its windows and started firing at them.

OCC: I do!

as he greeted the Parishoners, Reverend Mcalpin noticed the symbol of one of the city's many gangs on several men's shirts. He hesistated a moment, they would not like today's sermon.

OOC: anyone wanna claim those men?

10 Silver Tiger gang members stood on the corner of of a street on the outskirts of San Marino. A black SUV pulls up on the other side of the street, moving slowly. It stopped and just sat there, waiting. The Tigers, 7 men and three women, shifted uneasily and grasped their guns, knives, and katanas. The Silver Tigers control a large part of legal and illegal shipping in the area, allowing them to get the best weapons, cars, and gadgets from their home gang in Japan. Thus, they had the best Uzis money could buy, as well as the most powerful pistols in the world, Sig Sauers, and hand-forged katanas and knives.

OOC: Xiscapia, The Seactana run the underbelly of the shipping world from the West Coast. You can dominate Legal if you want

3 Jeeps pull up next to the PIRA vehicles and began guiding them towards a warhouse. The Irish wouldnt pull anything funny in here. This was business.

The Silver Tigers dove for cover, one of the men wasn't fast enough he was hit multiple times and lay, filled with lead, on the sidewalk. A Silver Dragon team member, a 19 year old girl named Jade, took a grenade and threw it. It went though the SUVs window. "That takes care of that." she muttered. Jade was Foxfire's second-in-command, one of the gangs best fighters and quickest thinkers. She was beautiful, and the other gang members pity the man who tries and rapes her.

OOC: Xiscapia, The Seactana run the underbelly of the shipping world from the West Coast. You can dominate Legal if you want

Fine.

the grenade flew threw the window

Rev: Oh shit! get out.

2 members got out before it went off, the rest were killed and the car was totaled.

the two revs hid behind the wrecked SUV, one had an AK-47 the other had a glock, they fired threw the windows of the vehicel and around the front.

OOC: NC the PIRA is like a parent organisation to the Seactana not the actual gang itself. Just call them the Fianna if Seactana is too difficult to spell:

IC:
The Lancers followed the Jeeps into the warehouse> Every man cocked his Uzi in readiness, "Easy Lads" the Belfast accent came from the driver's seat, "Keep your discipline" the cars came to a halt. The Green Lancer was parked in front of the Jeeps whilst the other cars were spread out left and right. No one moved.

A drug dealer peddled his trade in an alleyway. A cop car cruised by him, and stopped. The dealer gave the crooked cop his cut, and they went their separate ways. The dealer didn't make half a block before two shots, barely louder than a cough, rang out. He collapsed, holding his stomach and severed aorta. Blood spurted all over the street, and no one looked twice.

A teen, barely 16, wearing black and green, walked up to the man, put the silenced pistol against his forhead, and pulled the trigger. Then, wearing latex gloves, he dug through the pockets of the man, and found what he was looking for: a small bag of heroin.

The teen, Jackson Ivarice, poured diesel gasoline onto the smack, while another NDC member looked out. He lit a match, and dropped it onto the bag, immolating it and its contents.

Such was life for criminals in Venice.

5 men got out of each jeep, each had either a spas, glock or AK one of the leaders best friends came out of a jeep and walked towards the lancers.

Peter: Comrades, come on out, i dont feel like talking to someone with there window rolled down.

the grenade flew threw the window

Rev: Oh shit! get out.

2 members got out before it went off, the rest were killed and the car was totaled.

the two revs hid behind the wrecked SUV, one had an AK-47 the other had a glock, they fired threw the windows of the vehicel and around the front.

The SUV exploded but two gang members were still left, another Silver Tiger was hit in the arm from the building he was firing from, he fell back, clutching his arm. "Time to make things personal." said Jade. She lobbed another grenade, and, while the thugs were distracted, leaped over the totaled SUV and landed in front of them, katana drawn. "Hello gentlemen." she said, and preceded to go hack them to pieces.

one man screamed as he was being cut apart the other was crawling away, his legs torn apart by the grenades shrapnel.

5 men got out of each jeep, each had either a spas, glock or AK one of the leaders best friends came out of a jeep and walked towards the lancers.

Peter: Comrades, come on out, i dont feel like talking to someone with there window rolled down.

The lead Lancer emptied as the Pátrún left the car with his three protectors. Each was armed and ready for action. The Pátrún smiled, "Greetings Comrádaí. My name is Seamus Mallon and I believe we have something to discuss" the man had a thick Dublin accent.

one man screamed as he was being cut apart the other was crawling away, his legs torn apart by the grenades shrapnel.

Jade finished with the first man, his arms on the ground, his head cut off. She ran over to the man with no legs who was trying to crawl away. She turned him over and raised her sword to plunge it into his heart. "Do you feel Death's grip?" she asked, smiling coldly, before stabbing her sword though the man's heart in a burst of blood.

The Rev moaned for a second and blood pouring out of his mouth. he died

occ: my turf is compton and inglewood and south central

aye yo it time we get rid dees punk bitchs man fuck all of them man its tray eights for life said Devin perkins

man yea we need to go to hit em up said a gang member

yea dats what da fuck im talk bout get yo ass in da car said Devin

they went down the streets looking for anybody who was not reppin tray eights devin stop he saw a few drug dealers


aye cuz let me get a blunt said Devin

alright dats about 5 dollars said Drug dealer

Then when devin was about to pay he pull out a nine and his boys from da car pulled out Ak's and Mac 10

what set you rep said Devin

none of your damn business said Drug dealer

then one of the drug dealer boys came out blazing with a shotte

devin jump in hid behind a dumpster he popped off two shots one hitting the dude in his neck

everybody alright said Devin

yea said his boys

alright lets get the fuck out of here said Devin

they got in the car and sped off

The Rev moaned for a second and blood pouring out of his mouth. he died

Jade moved off with the rest of the gang in Mazda 626's and Hummers. A Silver Tigers medic tended to the injured man. Their gang was, as far as they knew, the only one which imployed medics. The others just let their gang members die. But, so far from their homeland, every member counts.

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S&P Security Firm is over 30 years old and is veteran owned. Whether you want guards, security detail, or just want something to get rid of, S&P Security Firm is the best and most economical choice for security in the LA area.

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as he greeted the Parishoners, Reverend Mcalpin noticed the symbol of one of the city's many gangs on several men's shirts. He hesistated a moment, they would not like today's sermon.

OOC: anyone wanna claim those men?

OOC: anyone?

Occ: Me Sumguy

OOC: Ooh Angaor, you're in a hot tub now, I own Compton..
Ali Hassan spied the gang coming down the street and said to his men "Shoot da punk's coming down that dang street!" The 25 men burst out, 3 carried RPG"s, and the 5 other's set up M2 Browning posistions, the 3 with RPG's opened fire on the gang coming up the street, and the M2's opened fire, and the 19 with M-16's fired their M203 grenade launchers at the coming gang, then they switched to the gun and opened fire.

Peter: Okay lets get down to business, what is your offer?

the men had there weopons in case they tried playing dirty.

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Offices in Anaheim.

I'm afraid the Silver Tigers are the quietist, most efficent assassins. Those who have disagreed do not wake up the next day...

Peter: Okay comrade: he nodded to his men, they put there weopons into the jeeps.

Peter: How about now paddy?

Peter: Okay lets get down to business, what is your offer?

the men had there weopons in case they tried playing dirty.

Seamus smiled "Straight to the point aren't ye, Red? I'll tell ye me deal once I am satisfied t'will be kept" All of Seamus' men had Uzis and body armour as well as a dozen rienforcements in the other Lancers

Any room left? I'd love to join with my uber Jewish Mafia.

sorry, no room. :(

Seamus smiled "I'll tell ye the basics of a deal and we can worke the rest out from tere yes?" he said in his Dublin Accent, " We understand that you and the Danzigs are at loggerheads about your ideology. A conflict is unavoidable perhaps, and we, the Seactana are in a perfect position to supply you with the lastest weaponry and supplies providing you give us something in return" Seamus waited for the Revolutionary to answer him

ROFL! That'd be sweet. See this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=529673) thread.

I'm afraid the Silver Tigers are the quietist, most efficent assassins. Those who have disagreed do not wake up the next day...

No, we do security. We secure buildings and people, we do not kill them except if security is compromised.
We were founded by two ex-Marines, an ex member of the 1st Special Operations Wing of the USAF and an ex-SAS agent. In order to keep our members fit and up-to-date, we have advisors from the militaries and special operations forces of UK, Israel, Canada, Australia, France, Germany, Japan, Mexico, and NYPD, among other nations.

No, we do security. We secure buildings and people, we do not kill them except if security is compromised.
We were founded by two ex-Marines, an ex member of the 1st Special Operations Wing of the USAF and an ex-SAS agent. In order to keep our members fit and up-to-date, we have advisors from the militaries and special operations forces of UK, Israel, Canada, Australia, France, Germany, Japan, Mexico, and NYPD, among other nations.
OOC:Ah. I missunderstood you. By the way, I'm logging off until tommarow at sometime, nobody attack me or anything.

Peter: Okay paddy, you supplie us with guns, and we preform raids on your enemys, or would youl like a differnt deal?

Hey NC I got a good idea, tell me what you think. My Mafia is looking to establish operations in the city and takes advantage of the unrest and uses it to kill off other gangs and gain territory. For now they could operate out of a hotel close to LAX.

Seamus smiled again "Nearly right Red! We can take care of ourselves. What we'd like is a share in your Black Market. Drugs, booze and guns will come from and be sold exclusively by members of the Seactana. We will also recieve a part of the profits. In return you get a cheaper deal on modern weapons. It's your choice Reddy boy!" Seamus finished, he waited for the Revolutionary's answer

occ: man let me get compton cuz

Mikhail Bernard was a new recruit for the sniper part of his gang, the Basijoes. despite his name's Caucasians-sounding origin he was a Ukrainian Muslim, first generation born in this country. His skills with a rifle were... to say the least, excellent. His unscoped Mosin Nagant 1891 model that was brought from his home country by his great grand father who had fought in world war two. In the time his grand father lived he took him onto the shooting range, and sometimes hunting in Alaska, to improve his skill.

Bernard was now clothed in a monkey suit. His rifle, or more correctly, rifle parts, were placed in his silver briefcase. He found a nice spot in a rather large building complex, which was a hotel, and stripped off his jacket, and assembled his rifle from the briefcase. The rifle was placed onto a small speck, that was a parked police vehicle, and fired at the driver's seat. Probably killing someone.

The policemen's partner came running out, an even smaller speck, and Bernard placed a round into that police officer's skull. He then put on his jacket, disassembled and placed the rifle parts into the briefcase and went off to steal the police car, bringing it back to Basijoes HQ, where it would be either stripped and sold for parts, or made into an armored vehicle.

OCC:Okay Armus

Peter: Okay you have a deal.: he said holding out his hand: But we wont give you certain kinds of our weopons, the AK is to valuable to give up.

Rev. Mcalpin began the service, and after the opening hym was sung, began his sermon. "Today's sermon will be on the subject of violence." he said, his eyes scanning the room an hovering over the gang members for a moment. He launched into a speech about the evils of violence, and about Christ' message of peace. He ended with an old saying: "An eye for an eye will leave everyone blind." Afterward, there were refreshments provided by the church, and Rev. Mcalpin wandered among the congregations, making small talk, until he came to the three gang members. "So," he said, looking them each in the eye, "What did you think of the sermon?"

OOC: Thanks, anyone wanna volunteer to be the gang that goes to war with mine to gain territory? Oh and I forgot, besides the other guns I mentioned my Gang also has AK 103s for big jobs.

OOC: Thanks, anyone wanna volunteer to be the gang that goes to war with mine to gain territory? Oh and I forgot, besides the other guns I mentioned my Gang also has AK 103s for big jobs.

I'll guard you if you hire me to

OOC: I don't need guards, I have plenty of men that are heavily armed. Right now I need to find a gang or two that I can beat into submission to gain territory.

Rev: It was beutifal, but im afraid that even the lord cannot stop the violence of the capatilist pigs, thank you Reverand.

"The Lord is all powerful, my son, nothing escapes his reach or knowledge. Perhaps the "capitalist pigs" should not be the ones to set the example."

OCC: i will post in a bit.

Rev: Thank you for your wisdom reverand, maybe we can live our lives in peace.

"Through the power of God, we might. Walk in Christ."
with that the preist left them and returned to the oter parishoners.

OCC: does that mean your like done?

OOC: with those three, yes.

OOC: I'm back, can someone breifly outlined what happened while I was gone?

OCC:ya, i did a drive by and got killed, made an alliance with Alversia's irish gang and talked to a reverand lol

OOC: Meh, that works. Give me about half an hour to post, South Parks on. LOL.

OCC: okay lol im in the SW forum to.

OOC: Damnit, never mind, South Park isn't really on. I'll post in a sec, let me think.

A group of Hanyou ninja were attempting to assasinate Kash Wilson, they had dropped down and taken care of most of the gurds with some well thrown kunai and shuriken. The rest had been taken down with little noise with katanas. Now they were heading through the place, attempting to find him.

OCC: me

OOC: Thanks, edited.

wooops wrong post

What?

OCC: i put it on the other forum im posting one sec

Kash was in his office when this was going down, he heard the men drop outside his door. he reached in his desk and pulled out a glock, and aimed at his door. waiting for the ninjas.

Despite all the recent violence, or perhaps because of it, the association's business assets in Long Beach and the south of the city were all seeing an upswing in profits. This was, presumably due to the surge of gang clashes in other areas driving customers, especially the rich ones, to safer and soon to be more prestigious areas.

Whatever it was, the areas new identity of being a haven from the gang warfare in much of the rest of the city had to be protected. LBA members regularly patrolled the border with Compton and the other south central districts, new gangs like the 'Freedom Fighters' in these areas had the association a little worried.

The single most valuable asset in the possesion of the association was the Spinning Doubloon Casino, not only did it generate a sizeable income from the gamblers and tourists it drew in directly from the waterfront, but it also housed the large conference facilities used by the heads of the organisation.

The security on the building used to be administered to directly by LBA members, it saved on expensive wage bills and still managed to look half professional, but with the expansion of other LBA assets and the threat of gang warfare to the north it seemed a stupid idea to have members pinned down protecting a casino night and day.

The add for L&P security caught the casino manager's eye and he was quickly in contact with them, asking after a six month security deal.

The Seactana were satisfied with the deal made with the Revolutionary's and returned to the Lancer's. They would return to the 'abandoned' manorhouse beside the beach and discuss with the Gasra about how to implement the plans

Californication Hotel, near LAX

Capo Lance Silverstein sat in a chair in his penthouse. Around him were 20 other high ranking men in the Silverstein Family. Lance's brother Sam had promised him control of this branch of the family if he managed to gain territory and he wasn't gonna waste it. There were around 50 men total in the hotel and they were all hungry for blood.

The door opened and every men went for their glocks. However they didn't have to worry. It was Jack Grossman, a made guy, and behind him he dragged a bound and gagged gang member. He was a low ranking member of the Augustino family and had been picked up late last night. Lance drew his gun and walked over to the prisoner.

"Ok scum, either you tell us everything we want to know or I will toss you out of the window. You got it bub?"

The prisoner nodded.

The Freedom Fighter's had several stare downs with the LBA, but they never got to firing at them, for they weren't to eager to attack the LBA, for fear of other gang's taking advantage of them at war, and take Compton while they were fighting the LBA. So, they just stared at the LBA down, and patrolled their turf.

Devin pulled up at the stop he say aye couple of dudes who looked like freedom fighters.he called up Justin who was the leader of the Red Tray Eights.

Justin man i got couple of dudes up here who look like freedom fighters said Devin


Ight man you kno what to do hit dem bitch is up said Justin

so what we bout to do said Mac who was part of devin crews

we goin hit dee bitchs up Compton are muthafucker shit said Devin

ight man said Mac

he loaded his Mac-10 rode up unload a full clip with his boys on the freedom fighters dropping one the freedom fighters then he sped off

Unfortunately for the man who sped off, a hidden man with a RPG from the rooftop fired at the man, blowing him on the motorcycle up. More Freedom Fighter's, emerged and started to attack the Red Tray Eight's in revenge for their dead Freedom Fighter.

devin jump out of the car fire shots at the man with the Rpg then he called up justin

aye justin man aye we need help down he shit two of my boys are down said devin

ight man im on my way said justin

aye mac hold on justin on his ways said devin

he continune to fire at more of the freedom fighters coming out of nowhere

shit man their come from every where said Devin

devin cellphone rang

yea man said devin

aye man im on my way i be dere in about 2 mins im in compton right now im rollin sqaud deep said Justin

ight man just get here cuz said devin

Jack Saunders phone rang, rousing him irritably from his work.

"This better be good..."

The sounds of gunfire could be heard in the background as the man answered.

"I'm sorry to disturb you sir, but I can't reach any of the other council members. There's a disturbance going on near the edge of Compton, some Red Tray Eights tried a drive-by on the Freedom Fighters and they've fucked it up."

"How many associates with you?"

"Three others sir, we've got uzis and two sets of wheels. But the FF just fired an RPG!"

"Shit, they have those? Alright, just watch for now, try to get some pictures of them with the long lenses and we'll let the police do the dirty work, I imagine they'll be there shortly anyway."

"Yes sir, we'll call them in, see if we can get lucky and thin out the FF a little."

"Good, report back to me when things have wrapped up. And if either side crosses the border into the south side then you will show them we mean business."

"Yes sir."

Ali Hassan ordered the Freedom Fighter's to go back into their barrack's, (some abandoned houses), so that they couldn't be photographed or anything, and so, it was all quiet, and if anyone came inside and tried to take them out, they'd put up a fight. They had in the barrack's, some RPK equipped guard's laying prone. They guessed, that the LBA might check them out, so they guarded their warehouses's, and barrack's especially carefully.

More Freedom Fighter's flowed in, to attack the rest of the Red Tray Eight, but their order's were, not to go south of the border between the LBA, and the Freedom Fighter's. The man with the RPG had slipped out of sight, and he popped out, and fired into the crowd of Red Tray Eight's, and he also fired at a car, carrying Red Tray Eight re-enforcement's.

The Red Tray eights reinforcements arrived everybody got out shooting except one car which was blowned up devin shot at the Rpg dude killin him


aye justin man bout time yo brought yo dark ass down here said devin

man just shut the fuck up and shoot said Justin

they shot some more dropping three freedom fighters

25 more Freedom Fighter's emerged from the building, firing M-203 grenade launcher's, and M-16A4 gun's, and 15 more came down the street. 4 men with RPG's snuck out of the balcony, and fired at the car, that carried the Red Tray Eight Re-enforcement's, blowing it, and the Red Tray Men near it, up. 15 more Freedom Fighter's, emerged from the other side of the street, and opened fire, 10 more emerged from the rear, so the Red Tray Eight Men, were surrounded, and they were under heavy fire from the RPG's, and the men with the M-60's, which numbered 10. Soon, they would be mostly eliminated, if they chose to continue fighting.

they were surrounded devin looked and said


fuck this if we goin den we goin out muthafuckin true OG's said Devin

just as devin was gettin ready to fire two sets from the Red tray eights pulled up with Ak 47's and 12 gauges and block the road and surrounded the Freedom Fighters leaving both of the gang in trouble


ight listen you punk bitchs you all drop yo guns and we can all call it a day said Devin

aye devin man you kno i had to call big boi and dem said Justin

yea u right said Devin

Ali Hassan got to the window, and aimed his SKS sniper rifle, at Devin's head, and sniped, killing Devin, and he ran, just as he got back inside, four F-250's with 15 Armed Freedom fighter's in the back, screamed down the road at 65 m.p.h, the Freedom Fighter's got out the way, and the F-250's ran over some of the Red Tray Eight's, and then a F-150 with a techinical in the back, fired at the remaining Red Tray's, a man in a far building, fired some .50 cal sniper round's into the Red Tray Eight member, Justin, killing him.

Ali said on the PA System "We'll stop if you agree to stop this pointless fighting, you may not want to stop, if you don't, we'll fight until, either, we won, or you've won. We will be willing to talk peace now!"

The remaining Tray Eights fired killing several more Freedom fighters they got back in their cars drove off to their hidout

damn man they got justin and devin damn said Mac

Calm down said Big Boi

man i want dee bitchs killed said Mac

we will said big boi

right now i need you to go and pick up devins brother from the Airport.he goin to help us he runs with east coast bloods and Pirus said Big Boi

The Freedom Fighter's reorganized, they had beat the Red Tray Eight's, but they knew RTE's would be back. They hid in their building's, when the police showed up, the Freedom Fighter's opened a devastating volley from inside the building, Ali sniped the senior officer that was on the scene, and more Freedom Fighter's came to their aid.

Mac pulled up he was tryin not to show his emotions devin brother got in his name was chris

whats up man said chris

aye cuz man i hate to ruin your trip but man devin got dead it said Mac

what the fuck do you mean!said Chris

i mean pop pop he goin cuz said Mac

just take me to da hidout cuz said Chris

they drove to the hidout he got out went in side

who fuckin did dis said Chris

Them bitchs they call them self the freedom fighters said Big boi

what the fuck happened said Chris

Idk man we just did aye regular drive by and they sniped devin and justin man said Mac

Chris cellphone rang

ight yea said chris

my moms said she would take care of the funeral she had to hurry said Chris

that leaves me to take care of the Freedom Fighters said Chris

well lets go get them said Mac

no we are goin to do this smart we make alliances and we acquire heavy firepower said Chris

were are goin to get heavy firepower said Mac

give me 24 hours meet me back here said Chris

Reverend McAlpin was walking through Compton, to visit an elderly sick woman from his congregation. He heard gunfire and an explosion in the next street, and tensed up. He flipped the safety off of the colt .45 strapped to his hip under his robe, and put his hand on the machette on his thigh. He thanked God for the concealed wepons permit the police force had granted him. He saw a man stumble out from an alley, and fall over. Rev. McAlpin immediately ran over to the man, and saw two others with what appeared to be assault rifles on the other side of the alley. They appeared to be members of the Freedom Fighters gang.

Dock, Topanga Beach

The two Bladerunner 51's cruised slowly alongside the small dock. The two men on the dock signalled to the crew of the Bladerunners and the engines died so that only the water lapping the wooden supports could be heard. One of the men jumped onto the boat and saw the crates sitting in the back. He nodded "Good" he said and signalled to the waiting vans. Several other men, wearing Balaclavas came from the vans waiting at the end of the dock. They began to lift the Crates out and carry them to the Vans. The man stuck his hand into the opened crate and pulled out a MINIMI, "This'll be doi' nicely" he said as he cocked the gun, "The Rev's are gonna like this"

The Silver Tiger's leader Foxfire sat in their base, an old warehouse with 3 stories and multiple rooms. They also controlled several of the apartments near them, and they had contacts inside the PD. The Silver Tigers were quite possibly the only gang the cops were on good terms with. They helped each other out, with secrecy, of course. Foxfire knew that if the other gangs were ever cleared out and the Silver Tigers were the only ones left, the police would then too elliminate them, deal or no deal. A new shipment of cars, guns, and ammo was comming though legal shipping today, and Foxfire was supposed to be there personally to oversee the procedure. With a sigh, he got up and signaled to Jade and the two Silver Tiger guards to come with him, followed by a Hummer full of Silver Tiger gang members (11 gang members in all).
OOC: Somebody want to meet me at the docks and try to take my shipment?

LEADERS HOUSE

Kash hid behind the desk holding his glock: Dammit!, who are these guys.

chris sat in his hotel room on the phone

yea alright good said Chris

justin called up Mac

aye mac get everybody down at Cedar Bloc cuz said Chris

man i thought we was meeting till tommorow man said Mac

just meet me down at Cedar bloc said Chris

alright said mac

everybody arrived at cedar bloc they went into a house

alright listen everybody i called up my russian contacts we can supplies with about 100 RPG and about 500 Heavy Machine Guns Also they can supplies with about 450 more Ak-47 when we get these weapons i want you all to place them in all sets.we will meet them tommorow at a small airport north of here also big Boi i want you to go talk the Several other gangs and forge alliances
OCC:any other gangs want to forge alliances

OOC- Anyone wanna hire me?

Ali Hassan supervised the placing of defense's, and he got a shipment of 350 RPG-7's, and 250 MG-42 machine gun's/ with tripod, and the machine gun's were placed in the most devastating positions. Also, 150 men, in addition to the already high 300 arrived, and 40 sniper's with Dragonuv sniper rifle's, were placed. And, 15 truck's with recoiless rifle's placed in critical posistion's. They were preparing for the Red Tray Eight's revenge.

Californication Hotel

"Sir two gangs are shooting up Compton with heavy weapons, the Freedom Fighters and Red Tray Eights. There small time street gangs, we could take them out and take their territory."

"Great idea Jack, I want both gang leaders hit, get the boys ready."

More volunteers came, if anyone attacked, they woefully underestimated Joe Wood, Bob Kim, and Ali Hassan's skill's as commander's, the combined experince's, of a U.S.M.C Commander, a South Korean Marine Commander, and a former Islamic Revolutionary Guard commander, made them effectively a dangerous gang, of course anyone attack wouldn't know their background, but they were more dangerous then they looked. The total manpower was up to 150 armed men, with 30 more coming armed, yes siree, they weren't giving up Compton without a massive bloodbath.

OOC: Guys this is ridiculous, giving gangsters heavy weapons is only gonna turn this into a small scale war. Also, theres no way theres that many members. Lets just turn it down to assault rilfes as the most powerful gun you can get. Gangsters with SKSs and recoiless rifle trucks is just bs.

OOC: SKS's are rifle's, they can be bought, I agree, it's ridicoulas, sorry Aurum, I changed the number's and I'm changing the weapons.

IC:
The FF, was a big gang, 54 member's with M-16A2's, they would defend themselve's from any onslought that the enemy would provide. They spent all day, making little hideout's and defenses.

OCC:Red Tray Eights are Like Bloods and Crips were their are made up of sets and i guess i just buy the like a 100 Ak-47

OOC: Ok, the heavy weapons were what bothered me. AKs are fine, they're the ultimate gangster weapon.

OOC: The Seactana can bring in limited amounts of RPG's and other LMG's but only for a price and only to those who are not a threat to them (They have links to the Korean and Chinese Armies so that's how they get the weapons)

Reverend McAlpin was walking through Compton, to visit an elderly sick woman from his congregation. He heard gunfire and an explosion in the next street, and tensed up. He flipped the safety off of the colt .45 strapped to his hip under his robe, and put his hand on the machette on his thigh. He thanked God for the concealed wepons permit the police force had granted him. He saw a man stumble out from an alley, and fall over. Rev. McAlpin immediately ran over to the man, and saw two others with what appeared to be assault rifles on the other side of the alley. They appeared to be members of the Freedom Fighters gang.

OOC: in case you didnt see it, cali.
I basically intend Rev. Mcalpin to be the negotiater/peacemaker between the gangs.

I'm not in that little fight, but what about RPGs? And grenades, I assume, are permitted.

I'm not in that little fight, but what about RPGs? And grenades, I assume, are permitted.

OOC: Not in big numbers, and the West Coast is one of the only places to get them

The two men approached Rev.Mcalpin and said "We'd be pleased to make peace/ and or ally with one of the gang's, because we're tired of all this fighting, all we want is a peaceful city, that's why we want peace as soon as possible."

OCC:any other gangs want to forge alliances

The Seactana would like to make a mutually beneficial Alliance
OOC: What terriotory do you control?
This is the Seactana Territory:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7c/Seactana_Territory.JPG

Gotta go, once again, nobody attack me!

The two men approached Rev.Mcalpin and said "We'd be pleased to make peace/ and or ally with one of the gang's, because we're tired of all this fighting, all we want is a peaceful city, that's why we want peace as soon as possible."

"i see, what do you wish me to do? I will help establish peace in this city in any way i can."

The two men said "Basically, we wish for you to tell the gang's that'll listen, to make peace with us, we no longer wish any conflict's, and ask them if they'd be interested in an alliance with the Freedom Fighters."

The two men said "Basically, we wish for you to tell the gang's that'll listen, to make peace with us, we no longer wish any conflict's, and ask them if they'd be interested in an alliance with the Freedom Fighters."

The Seactana would be interested in an Alliance...for a price of course

The Freedom Fighter's would be very interested in hearing the term's of an alliance with the Seactana.

"very well, i shall inform the other gangs. MAy this city soon come to know peace." Rev. Mcalpin stood up, and walked back to his car. He would drive to see the Seactana gang first, then the rest.

We would like exclusive access to the underbelly of your area. Drugs, Drink, Weapons and Ciggerettes. In return for control of this, we could have an alliance

Californication Hotel

"Ha, an alliance? If he shows up I'll kill him."

Downstairs in the parking garage the hit teams were already being formed for the hit that would happen on the leaders of the Red Tray Eights that night.

Rev. Mcalpin pulled up to the Seactana HQ and got out. He walked up to one of the men standing guard. "I am here to see your leader."

"Hould on" he man said. He went over and rang the doorbell twice. Another two men came out and searched the Rev. Mcalpin from head to toe before letting him inside the building. The two men led him inside the dark warhouse by the Dock. Each carried the standard MAC-10 and Kevlar body armour over the GAA shirts.

To:Sectana

We agree to your term's, the term's you've proposed are very fair to us.

Very well

We control your underbelly and in return we have an Alliance

"wait, you missed the weapon i was carrying." Rev. Mcalpin said, pulling out his colt .45 and giving it to the two men. "Bible's arent the only things i keep in my robe." He said, laughing to himself.

The men were surprised by the Priest's gun. One muttered something and the other laughed coursely. They showed him into a room and left him there. There was another door through to the Ceannaire of the Seactana...

OCC:we control most of south central

The Freedom Fighters officially

(In secret, the Seactana would like to sell weapons to both sides for a profit without either side knowing)

to:Sectana

who do you want to make a alliance with the Red Tray Eights or Freedom Fighters

OOC: Nova, I've tried to hire your S&P security guys a few pages back, take a look. Can we tone down the RPG's and cop-killing? Any real gang that does that stuff would get shot to bits by the police and national guard within days.

OOC: We have toned them down. They're only available in very limited numbers now

OOC: I've toned down the RPG and cop killing stuff, so count me out of your accusation, because I am not doing it anymore?

OOC: Nova, I've tried to hire your S&P security guys a few pages back, take a look. Can we tone down the RPG's and cop-killing? Any real gang that does that stuff would get shot to bits by the police and national guard within days.

OOC: Agreed. Taking out the highest ranks in the local police force would probably lead to your gang being annihalated by the National Guard and local PD.

OOC: Agreed. Taking out the highest ranks in the local police force would probably lead to your gang being annihalated by the National Guard and local PD.

OOC: The Seactana can get some, courtesy of the North Korean People's Army, but only in VERY limited numbers! (Not even double figures) and they are reserved for Seactana use only! and only in extreme circumstances

And why kill a high-ranking PD member when you can bribe him?

OOC: I've toned down the RPG and cop killing stuff, so count me out of your accusation, because I am not doing it anymore?

OOC: I only skim read the thread after the Freedom Fighters and RTE battle finished so I'm sure that's the case for everyone, I didn't mean to offend.

OOC: It's okay, I figured it out after the battle was finished, you didn't offend me at all.

OCC: ya rpg are very rare.

1 blac SUV was rolling down the street in the north east, in pipbagger territory. there were 5 men in the SUV, they were red bandanas over there mouths, and4 had glocks and 1 had a AK-47. They werer going to kill some paddys. The SUV drove past one of there buildings, the pipebaggers loved to sit on roof tops, the SUV rolled into a alley and stopped.

occ:yea im finished with RPG and stuff

all the snipers on the rooftops cautiously watched the SUV and awaited what it braught

The men got out and broke into the building,

Rev: Go, GO, GO!!!

Rev#2: Roof, everyone to the roof.

the began climbing stares.

in the building awaited 10 men on the 3rd floor

When the men reached the 3rd floor they saw 10 men.

Rev: Shit, get down!

one man stood up and fired a burst of AK-47 fire.

Two heavily souped up blue Dodge Chargers rolled out of the parking garage of the hotel. Each had 4 men armed with AK 103 assault rifles fresh outta Russia through their arms smuggling contact in Israel. The Jewish Mafia hitmen were going to roll into Red Tray Eights territory and kill the two highest ranking OGs. Hopefully this would intimidate these street punks into giving up their territory and businesses without further bloodshed.

The two Chargers split up as they approached the neighborhoods. The first drove by an OGs house where the gangster was sitting out on his porch with a few other guys. The hitmen opened fire and emptied their magazines into the men as they sped by. The next OG was found playing basketball with several other guys. The second Charger rolled up onto the court and the men inside opened fire. The gangsters returned fire with several pistols as the car sped away and hit one hitmen in the shoulder through an open window. In 10 minutes it was all over.

The four Lancers eased carefully out of the gateway and joined the two alreay waiting. In between them was a small lorry carrying several crates to the Rev headquarters. In each Lancer and the lorry where four Saighdiúir, three of which were armed with a Mac-10 and Kevlar body armour. They also wore the traditional Balaclava. In addition to the three MAC-10's in every car, there was another armed with an AK-100, keeping an eye out for trouble. As soon as the convoy reached the long straight roads, they put their foot to the floor and flew off down the street. It was too late at night for there to be too many people around and so there was little danger of an accident.

wounding 2 of my men the rest took cover and awaited

baggers: get the fuck out of my house

The jeeps and caddys waited for the new weopons to arrive. They hoped they would hurry, there was a war heating up.

Rev: Fuck you, come on down here and i will give you a piece of my mind.

the man with the AK-47 charged up stairs the other 4 used there glocks and provided covering fire.

The convoy poured over the horizon, well over the speed limit for the area. The Cars screeched to a halt and two dozen men got out and began to secure the area. They hid behind bins or low walls or corners. Anything. The man stepped out of the van and walked towards the Revs "Delivery for the Rev's" he said, glancing around. He was sweating underneath his balaclava.

the jewish mafia rode up and killed two Red Tray Eights set leaders althought chris was in the house he was not hit

Fuck man said Chris

who got shot man said Mac

They got james said Chris


man we got freedom fighters tryin to fuck us up now we got random
muthafuckers try to get us said Mac

we they know is dat we are da muthafuckin realest so they goin keep tryin to kill us but next time we goin be muthafuckin ready tell all sets we lockin down south central any muthafucker who dont look like a civilian or red tray eights is gettin dead it and they look suspicious dead them too said Chris

alright man said Mac

also find the muthafucker who are doing this said Chris

the sniper watched the gangmembers rune into the house and climbed down the ladders on the side of the walls sneaking up behind the gang and shooting the guys with glocks in the back of the head

a Revolutionary with a ski mask on approached the man.

Rev: Hey, your here, alright load it up: 6 men started unloading the weopons.

The Rev went to his Caddilac, and picked up a large bottle of Jack Daniels and handed it to the man: This will take your troubles away paddy.

OCC: im sorry but that's funny gang banging jews lol, but its cool.

Jack picked up his cellphone as the two Chargers made their way into the garage under the hotel.

"Boss, its done. I think its time to issue the warning."

"Good, now its time to show those gangbanging motherfuckers who they're dealing with."

A warning was brodcasted on all the local stations via a computer hacker. It said, "All Red Tray Eights must abandon their territory at once or there will be more bloodshed." Then a blue star of David flashed on the screen.

OOC- Sorry, I guess that I did not see it.

Voice Mail Message to the manager of the Spinning Doubloon Casino,
"Hello, I am Ken Paul, CEO of S&P Security Firm. I would like to arrange a meeting with you say at. . . three-ish to discuss the security plans and what you want. Call me back if this is fine with you. Bye.

a Revolutionary with a ski mask on approached the man.

Rev: Hey, your here, alright load it up: 6 men started unloading the weopons.

The Rev went to his Caddilac, and picked up a large bottle of Jack Daniels and handed it to the man: This will take your troubles away paddy.

The Irishman pocketed the bottle and gave a low whistle to the men in the lorry. They got out and began to help shift the crates. The Man continued to sweat. Even if the deal was done quickly and easily, they were still miles from Friendly turf and it would be tricky getting back, although not as tricky as getting there in the first place.
When the transfer was complete, the Seactana got back into their cars, did a J-turn and sped off down the same road, followed by the van.

OOC: There were Jewish gangsters back ni the 20's, they just never built families like the Italians did.

IC:

A Viper that had been prowling the street and relaying info to the boss spotted the truck as it drove away. Two men were inside the Viper, both armed with Glock 17s. They pulled up alongside the truck and shot at the driver through the windows. After he crumpled, the man in the passenger seat of the Viper got out and shot the guy in the passenger seat. He tossed the bodies out the doors and hopped into the drivers seat, the boss would be pleased with this score.

OOC: There were Jewish gangsters back ni the 20's, they just never built families like the Italians did.

IC:

A Viper that had been prowling the street and relaying info to the boss spotted the truck as it drove away. Two men were inside the Viper, both armed with Glock 17s. They pulled up alongside the truck and shot at the driver through the windows. After he crumpled, the man in the passenger seat of the Viper got out and shot the guy in the passenger seat. He tossed the bodies out the doors and hopped into the drivers seat, the boss would be pleased with this score.

OOC: Is this the Seactana truck or the Revolutionary truck? The Seactana truck's empty so ye know. The Rev's have the weapons now

The men were surprised by the Priest's gun. One muttered something and the other laughed coursely. They showed him into a room and left him there. There was another door through to the Ceannaire of the Seactana...

Reverend Mcalpin entered through the doorway, wondering if the caution on the part of the Seactana gang was truly needed.

OOC: Whatever truck has the weapons in it. What weapons are in it btw?

Reverend Mcalpin entered through the doorway, wondering if the caution on the part of the Seactana gang was truly needed.

The Ceannaire, staring through the pane glass windows at the dock and the bright city lights, turned and walked over to greet the Reverend, "Greetings" he said in a Belfast accent, "What may I do for you?" He asked politely inviting him to take a seat.

OOC: Whatever truck has the weapons in it. What weapons are in it btw?

OOC: That'd be the Rev truck, we've just made the exchange
Weapons are, AK-104's, M-16A4's, MINIMI's and Steyr TMP pistols along with Grenades and The Colt 9mm SMG

AK-104: 30
http://home.planet.nl/~rouw0062/dcdbase/images/fa/ar/fa_ar_ak100_6.JPG
M16A4: 40
http://www.bristar.com/colt/M16.jpg
MINIMI: 10
http://home.planet.nl/~rouw0062/dcdbase/images/fa/mg/fa_mg_minimi_3.jpg
Steyr TMP: 15
http://www.defensereview.com/stories/bruggerthomet/B&T%20MP9%20Submachine%20Gun-PDW_2.jpg
Colt 9mm SMG: 15
http://www.bristar.com/colt/SMG.jpg

OOC: Great, good haul of weapons. Hope the Revs aren't too pissed, lol.

Oh and there is no AK 100, thats called an AK 104.

Chris went outside with mac and two other red trays eights they got another car to join them they went out looking for those Jewish gangsters.chris cellphone rang

hello yea ight man dont even sweat it said Chris

what said mac

their jewish they broadcast over the tv that they wont us to abandon south central said chris

his cellphone rang again

yea alright said Chris

what said Mac

Red Tray Eight pick up the chargers said Chris

lets go get the bitchs said mac

i planned on said Chris

They drove to the hotel they pulled into the hotel parking they sped up and unload their Ak-47 dropping two of the Jewish mobsters before they sped off back into south Central

"I am here with a message from the freedom fighters asking to form an alliance with your gang. Why is a preist engaging in gang matters, you may ask? Well, negotiating between gangs is the best way i know of to work towards peace and prosperity in this city. So what do you say to the freedom fighter's offer?"

OOC: I'm gonna ignore that, you can't possibly know where my guys are. The Chargers were back at the hotel well before anyone saw them.

OOC: Duely noted and changed, The M16's and SMG's were stolen from the Taiwanese Army, the AK-104's were sold by the NK army and the MINIMIs and Steyr TMP's came courtesy of Europe.

We're not fussed although I feel the Rev's may have something to say about it...

Having taken his shipment, Foxfire went in, alone, to the police station. The second-in-command, now the Chief, due to the last Chief being killed by a sniper, was waiting for him. "I've heard the Silver Tigers are intrested in making a deal with me." he said, folding his hands. Rob Stanton was a tall, powerfully built man, with a small black mustache, dark eyes, and dark, short hair. He was a tough man, having been a S.W.A.T. leader before becoming the Chiefs second-in-command, and now, Chief. "Yes, we do. You see, I know where most of the Freedom Fighters and Red Tray Eights and their leaders are going to be late this night. There will be an all-out gang battle, winner take all. With the right amount of men and preperation, I believe you could, ah, destroy both gangs. In return for this information I want you to pull most of your cops out of San Marino area. Oh, and relax trade laws on those Japanese ships coming to port here." "I could just arrest and question you right here." "Ah, but Chief, you know I would never give that info away. It would be useless and foolosh. We both know that. If I were to go to prison, all your inside gang info would simply vanish."
"You've got yourself a deal. When and where?" Foxfire told him, then left the station. If the cops are compitant, he thought, that's two gangs down, gods know how many more to go...

"I am here with a message from the freedom fighters asking to form an alliance with your gang. Why is a preist engaging in gang matters, you may ask? Well, negotiating between gangs is the best way i know of to work towards peace and prosperity in this city. The freedom fighters wish to know your terms, if any."

The Ceannaire leant back in his chair and sighed, "Peace" he said thoughtfully, "Peace is a long distant memory in this city. Look around, every single gang wrestles for control of some measly speck of land that is of no use whatsoever. You understand that the Fianna Seactana have a major hand in the smuggling business here. If you can secure for us any routes as well as 100% control of your own underbelly then that will be enough for us" He leant forward again and awaited a response

OCC: we got people on the streets who would have pick up the chargers

OOC: Hey, I have an idea. I'll RP the cops and my gang, because they are on good terms. Is that okay? I'll RP the cops for the whole RPG.

OOC: Hey, I have an idea. I'll RP the cops and my gang, because they are on good terms. Is that okay? I'll RP the cops for the whole RPG.

OOC: I'm not sure, I'd like to be able to call Cop's losses myself, but still, It would work I suppose

The Ceannaire leant back in his chair and sighed, "Peace" he said thoughtfully, "Peace is a long distant memory in this city. Look around, every single gang wrestles for control of some measly speck of land that is of no use whatsoever. You understand that the Fianna Seactana have a major hand in the smuggling business here. If you can secure for us any routes as well as 100% control of your own underbelly then that will be enough for us" He leant forward again and awaited a response

"I am sure the freedom fighters will accept your terms. Although I think you may be mistaken as to where my loyalties lie, i am a part of no gang. I beleive we are done here."
With that, Reverend Mcalpin left. Taking his gun from the guards on the way out, he opened his robe to reveal a small machette sewn to the inside. "Perhaps you should have people remove their coats and jackets from now on." he said, laughing as he walked to his car.

OOC: I'm not sure, I'd like to be able to call Cop's losses myself, but still, It would work I suppose

I guess you could call cop losses, I figure it'll be even because cops have S.W.A.T. and helicopters and APC-like transports. Like Military against Insurgents. Rebels VS. Imperials.

Lance sat in his office admiring the crews latest score. He picked up his cellphone and dialed a number. He had heard rumors on the street and he was going to see if they were true.

"My contact tells me you know where several of my enemies will be tonight, share this info with me and you'll be paid handsomely. If this goes well we coudl talk about a possible alliance."

Lance sat in his office admiring the crews latest score. He picked up his cellphone and dialed a number. He had heard rumors on the street and he was going to see if they were true.

"My contact tells me you know where several of my enemies will be tonight, share this info with me and you'll be paid handsomely. If this goes well we coudl talk about a possible alliance."

...are you talking to me?

"I am sure the freedom fighters will accept your terms. Although I think you may be mistaken as to where my loyalties lie, i am a part of no gang. I beleive we are done here."
With that, Reverend Mcalpin left. Taking his gun from the guards on the way out, he opened his robe to reveal a small machette sewn to the inside. "Perhaps you should have people remove their coats and jackets from now on." he said, laughing as he walked to his car.

The guards watched the man drive off in his car "Fuckin' Priests" one said. his mate nodded in agreement

I guess you could call cop losses, I figure it'll be even because cops have S.W.A.T. and helicopters and APC-like transports. Like Military against Insurgents. Rebels VS. Imperials.

OOC: But most of the Seactana have fought against either the Taiwanese Navy or the UN Coastguard or the British Army so they have a lot of combat experience

The guards watched the man drive off in his car "Fuckin' Priests" one said. his mate nodded in agreement



OOC: But most of the Seactana have fought against either the Taiwanese Navy or the UN Coastguard or the British Army so they have a lot of combat experience

But we also control the Coast Guard and the National Guard. It'll still be about even, and besides, if things get really out of hand I'll be forced to call in the army or something stupid like that...
GTA (Grand Theft Auto) all over again

OOC: How can you control the Coast Guard and the National Guard?
Plus we have the P.I.R.A so yeeho!
The British Army spent 30 years trying to stop the PIRA

IC:
The phone at Foxfire's headquarters rang. It was picked up by one of the other gang members, "I speak for the Comhairle" the voice said, there was static on the line but there was no mistaking the accent, "Meet us at the Dockyards in an hour, One car only" with that the line went dead.

OOC: Yes, I am talking to you.

Already the three Lancers were ready. The men in balaclavas leaning against the car checking their guns or having a smoke waiting for the boss.

OOC: How can you control the Coast Guard and the National Guard?
Plus we have the P.I.R.A so yeeho!
The British Army spent 30 years trying to stop the PIRA

IC:
The phone at Foxfire's headquarters rang. It was picked up by one of the other gang members, "I speak for the Comhairle" the voice said, there was static on the line but there was no mistaking the accent, "Meet us at the Dockyards in an hour, One car only" with that the line went dead.

I'm the goverment, I can't control just cops, I need Coast Guard for illegal shipping, and National Guard if the Chief feels things are beyond his control.

IC: After recieving the message, Foxfire's phone rang again. "My contact tells me you know where several of my enemies will be tonight, share this info with me and you'll be paid handsomely. If this goes well we coudl talk about a possible alliance." Foxfire answered carefully. "Its a showdown between the Freedom Fighters and the Red Tray Eights. A police sting is planned, so if you go, be ready for cops, S.W.A.T. likely." Foxfire told the man just when and where the showdown was to begin. "So about this reward." he asked. "How much are we talking?"
OOC: I think there's supposed to be an assualt on the Freedom Fighters base or something, you'll have to RP it when it comes.

OOC: If I lose the base, how am I supposed to continue in this RP?"

IC: Ali Hassan got a tip off that the police were on to them, so he called the local police chief and said "If we help you fight the other gang's, could you call off the raid on our base by your comrades?"

OOC: If I lose the base, how am I supposed to continue in this RP?"

IC: Ali Hassan got a tip off that the police were on to them, so he called the local police chief and said "If we help you fight the other gang's, could you call off the raid on our base by your comrades?"

OOC: Just relocate or take your old one back. Or forge an alliance with another gang and use their gang. Also, the police are commited, they already hate having to ally themselves with a gang already. Plus, not everyone can have contacts in the PD. Kapeesh?

The three Lancers slipped out into the darkness and headed for the meeting point. An Alliance to the Silver Tigers (OOC: I think) could be very lucrative indeed. I would depend on what was said.

The three Lancers slipped out into the darkness and headed for the meeting point. An Alliance to the Silver Tigers (OOC: I think) could be very lucrative indeed. I would depend on what was said.
OOC: You're correct
IC: Foxfire headed out in his personal black Mazda 626 with the best driver, a man named Kyroto, Jade, who was his second-in-command, and the medic, just in case. They drove to the docks and waited for the Comhairle.

"If the cops are going to kill them then going there isn't a need for my men to show up. Why don't you tell your friends in the PD that we'll take care of it? I have plenty of men and I'm sure you do too."

OOC: The Comhairle is the council, you'll be meeting with a Pátrún (A Leuitenant)

IC: The 3 Lancers screamed around the corner at headed straight for the black Mazda. At the last turn and at the last moment, the other two cars screeched off and disappeared around the corner. The lone Lancer cruised slowly until it was facing the Mazda. The car emptied and stood in the open in the glare of the headlamps, in open ground. They waited for a response from the Tigers...

OCC: ya i was reading some posts i missed........ and the jews took my weopons, im okay with you attacking it armus, but my truck wasnt alone, we had at least 2 jeeps with armed men inside.

OOC: If your making an alliance with them, can I send my Boss to meet up with them aswell?

"If the cops are going to kill them then going there isn't a need for my men to show up. Why don't you tell your friends in the PD that we'll take care of it? I have plenty of men and I'm sure you do too."
"Fine. We'll kill of the stragglers. But if you lose, we'll come after both your gangs."


IC: The 3 Lancers screamed around the corner at headed straight for the black Mazda. At the last turn and at the last moment, the other two cars screeched off and disappeared around the corner. The lone Lancer cruised slowly until it was facing the Mazda. The car emptied and stood in the open in the glare of the headlamps, in open ground. They waited for a response from the Tigers...
Foxfire and Jade got out, the medic and driver remained in the car. "So," said Foxfire quietly as the waves laped against the docks. "Who exactly are you guys?"

OOC: If your making an alliance with them, can I send my Boss to meet up with them aswell?

We'd gun you down, you wern't invited, you'd have to call Alversia first if you wish to make an Alliance. Call first, then, if it's okay, come.

"We are the Fianna Seactana. We request an Alliance with the Silver Tigers" the Patron shouted, he waited for an answer, the glare was making him sweat.

OOC: I'll just setup a meeting at a later date. Actually I was hoping our gangs would fight together but if its not going to be a lot of people then I can take care of it. I have only 50 men in the city right now with 20 more on their way.

OOC: Who Armus or Us?

Arum

OCC: im going to assume Mereshkas assasination attempt failed.

Kash was talking with his OG's.

Rev: Sir, umm i dont know how to tell you this, but the jews took our shipment of paddy weopons.

Kash:Are you shitting me? do you have any idea how expensive that shipment was!, I will tell you know, you see any of those fuckers you shoot them on sight you got that!

Rev: Yes sir, i will inform the other members.

"We are the Fianna Seactana. We request an Alliance with the Silver Tigers" the Patron shouted, he waited for an answer, the glare was making him sweat.

Foxfire stood cooly. "My private boat." he said, noticing the sweat and gestering to a large yauht. "We can talk there. I wish to know more." Without waiting for an answer, he and Jade walked onto the boat.

It was still dark as the Comhairle met to discuss the recent attack on the arms truck.

Comhairle#1: ...we were payed in full in advance so it is no concern of ours...
Comhairle #2: ...nevertheless, that they had the balls to carry it out shows they are growing in confidence...
Comhairle#3: ...indeed, this is nothing less than an attack on the Fianna itself...
Comhairle#1: ...but they are no threat to our shipping rou...
Comhairle#3: ...Not yet, but soon I fear they may be a bigger threat to us than we are seeing now...
Comhairle#2: ...so what's the course of action?...
Comhairle#4: ...same as always when we meet a new threat...

Foxfire stood cooly. "My private boat." he said, noticing the sweat and gestering to a large yauht. "We can talk there. I wish to know more." Without waiting for an answer, he and Jade walked onto the boat.

The Patron followed, bringing his two Guards with him. He went inside and was impressed by the boat itself...

The Patron followed, bringing his two Guards with him. He went inside and was impressed by the boat itself...

Foxfire sat down in the boats "living room" with plush chairs and soft lighting. A large, oriant, oak table sat in the middle of the room. Foxfire pulled up some chairs and Jade got out some drinks from the liquor cabinet. "Drinks anyone? Vodka, brandy, martini, beer, red wine, white wine, etc. They all sat down. "So, I'm intrested. What are the terms of this alliance?"

Foxfire sat down in the boats "living room" with plush chairs and soft lighting. A large, oriant, oak table sat in the middle of the room. Foxfire pulled up some chairs and Jade got out some drinks from the liquor cabinet. "Drinks anyone? Vodka, brandy, martini, beer, red wine, white wine, etc. They all sat down. "So, I'm intrested. What are the terms of this alliance?"

The Patron refused all drink, he needed a clear head, "There are few terms for this alliance. We request access to some of your larger ships in order to facilitate some of our larger raquets throughout the city. In return you may gain a hand in the more underhand side of things" he finished

The Patron refused all drink, he needed a clear head, "There are few terms for this alliance. We request access to some of your larger ships in order to facilitate some of our larger raquets throughout the city. In return you may gain a hand in the more underhand side of things" he finished

"Be more specific. What exactly will you be using our ships for, and what will be be gainging access to? Also, what happens if one of us is attacked? Do we come to each other's defense?"

"Be more specific. What exactly will you be using our ships for, and what will be be gainging access to? Also, what happens if one of us is attacked? Do we come to each other's defense?"

The Patron had been expecting this. His explaination was brief at best so he was more detailed next time around
"Your ships would be used to carry large amounts of contraband, mostly drugs or drink as our own ships cannot carry vast quantities without gaining attention from the Coast Guard. Your ships will give us a legal cover. In return you will be given a hand in the underworld of this city, where one can make millions if one knows how to. The arms industry escpecially. People need guns and who better to provide them than the 'Taiwanese Army'? In regards to defense, we will come to your aid, providing that you have not caused the incident and that the outcome will be favourable to our own. We expect the same of you" He finished this more detailed explaination and sighed, the drink was starting to look tempting

OCC:arrrggg my com froze!

The Patron had been expecting this. His explaination was brief at best so he was more detailed next time around
"Your ships would be used to carry large amounts of contraband, mostly drugs or drink as our own ships cannot carry vast quantities without gaining attention from the Coast Guard. Your ships will give us a legal cover. In return you will be given a hand in the underworld of this city, where one can make millions if one knows how to. The arms industry escpecially. People need guns and who better to provide them than the 'Taiwanese Army'? In regards to defense, we will come to your aid, providing that you have not caused the incident and that the outcome will be favourable to our own. We expect the same of you" He finished this more detailed explaination and sighed, the drink was starting to look tempting
Foxfire nodded his head. "My people are quite good at smuggling. We accept your terms. We have all the weapons we need, but the liquer we expect to get a far share of because of our help. We can make it mch easier for you, we can partially control the Coast Guard. Also, one thing: You don't touch our women. We likely don't need to warn you about this, as most of them would as soon shoot you as kiss you, but any of your men who touch our women will meet a very long, slow, painful death. Is it a deal?" Foxfire extended his hand.

Foxfire nodded his head. "My people are quite good at smuggling. We accept your terms. We have all the weapons we need, but the liquer we expect to get a far share of because of our help. We can make it mch easier for you, we can partially control the Coast Guard. Also, one thing: You don't touch our women. We likely don't need to warn you about this, as most of them would as soon shoot you as kiss you, but any of your men who touch our women will meet a very long, slow, painful death. Is it a deal?" Foxfire extended his hand.

The Patron nodded, "Influence with the Coast Guard would be of great use to us. Don't worry about your women. The punishment for Rape or any such crime is to be tied to a weight and thrown into the Pacific. You have no worries"

The Patron nodded, "Influence with the Coast Guard would be of great use to us. Don't worry about your women. The punishment for Rape or any such crime is to be tied to a weight and thrown into the Pacific. You have no worries"

Foxfire smiled for the first time. "Good. The Japanese do not tolerat rape. I hope our alliance will grow and prospare. If you need to ask about anything, call me." Foxfire and Jade walked the men out, and, after locking the boat, drive away.
OOC: I won't be on for a long time, no one attack me.

OOC: I am going to bed for a while, nobody attack me please.

Bump

OOC- Sorry, I guess that I did not see it.

Voice Mail Message to the manager of the Spinning Doubloon Casino,
"Hello, I am Ken Paul, CEO of S&P Security Firm. I would like to arrange a meeting with you say at. . . three-ish to discuss the security plans and what you want. Call me back if this is fine with you. Bye.

OOC: Man this thread moves fast.

Jim Andrews, the security manager picked up the phone and redialled the S&P number.

"Hi, this is Jim Andrews, security manager at the Doubloon. Could I arrange a meeting with Ken Paul for about three-thirty?"

"Excellent, why doesn't he come here? It will save us some time."

Californication Hotel, near LAX


The little delivery man entered the lobby of the hotel and paused for a moment. He looked at the address written on his piece of paper before walking over to the Receptionist, "I have a...uh...delivery for a Mr. Silverstein staying at this hotel" the man had a standard LA accent, "I was wondering if he was here to recieve it?" he indicated to the large box behind him. The Receptionist smiled, "Leave it here and the hotel can sign for it" she said. The little man nodded and let the woman sign the document in his hand. He put his cap back on and left the hotel grounds in his little van. The Receptionist stared at the package before picking up the phone and dailling a number. She waited for a few moments before saying "Mr Silverstein? There is a package in the lobby from Isreal for you"

Californication Hotel

"I want that package checked before comes near the penthouse. It could be a bomb or something, many men in this city wish to kill me."

OOC: Exactly whats in the package?

OCC: Alversia send me a linky to the star wars fourm i lost it.

OCC: Alversia send me a linky to the star wars fourm i lost it.

OOC: That would explain why you haven't been posting (it's a bomb)

OOC: Why would he want to bomb me? I stole a weapon shipment that he sold. He still got his money.

OCC: its because your a jew lol (Joking)

OOC: The reason I'm bombing you is because the Seactana do not like their deals going wrong, even if their part in it is finished.
(All about honour)
BTW It was posted from another county and was delivered by an LA postman. There's no link to my gang

IC:
In the lobby, the Receptionist went over to the package along with two of the Jewish henchmen. As they got closer they became aware that there was a small buzzing coming from the package, "SHIT!!" one shouted and tried to find cover, but it was too late. The explosion ripped through the bottom floor of the hotel, destroying everything in it's path and also bringing the floor above it down as well. The explosion could be heard several blocks away. The sound of sirens couldn't be heard over the crackle of flames and the moaning of the survivors from these floors.
Everybody else scrambled to get clear from the ruined hotel

Reverend Mcalpin drove up to the Freedom Fighters headquarters, gave the guards his gun and machette, and asked to see the gang leaders.

The guard's replied "They are ready, come on in..." They showed him to the table, where John, Ali, and Kim sat, planning possible peace, and defense plan's, and they all sat up and said "Why hello Reverend Mcalpin, we're glad to see you, any news?"

Californication Hotel

The loud boom from the lower floors made Lance and his men jump.

"What the hell was that?"

"Sir, the guys at the door just called, someone brought a bomb in a package and when Ben and David went to look at it exploded. The whole bottom floor is in ruin and parts of the second floor collapsed."

"Ok, cops will be here soon, grab whatever you can and get down the fire escape. Tell the boys to get the cars, were going to the safehouse until this mess is cleared up."

"Yes sir."

"Seactana has accepted your offer, with one condition. They want access to the underground market in your territory."

He paused for amoment, then asked: "Is there any way i could get some body armor and a better gun? I'm not sure that any other gangs I visit will be quite as welcoming as yours."

John handed him a body armor suit from the U.S.M.C, and gave him a Desert Eagle .50 and said "This ought to protect you well, and this is a better gun then your .45 Colt."

"Thank you" the Reverend said, "Is there any other gang you wish me to negotiate with?"

John thought and said "I would like a peace treaty with Red Tray Eight, and tell them that we are willing to have them share this (He gestured toward's Compton), HQ with them, and maybe ask what term's would they have for peace?"

In the vast office of the Ceannaire, beside the dockyard, the greying man heard the explosion and smiled grimly to himself. He sat down at his desk as the phone rang. He leapt up from his seat and picked it up "níl maith ar bith ann" it said, " go raibh maith agat" he said and sat down, thinking hard.

"Alright, i shall go to them and ask." Reverend Mcalpin left, having donned the body armor, and took his gun and machette. He put his machette back in it's sheath, and put the guns in his robe. He walked back to his car, got in, and drove towards Red Tray Eight territory.

The revolutionarys desperatley needed weopons, there were running dangeroulsy low, in fact, defending the red terriory would be very difficult. Kash sent 3 jeeps with armed men inside, and 2 trucks to load the paddy guns into.

the small convoy drove a little over the speed limit and headed towards Topona beach.

Out over the waters of the beach, a low grumbling sound couldl be heard as the 6 small boats glided slowly into the shallow beaches. First out were the heavily armed Seactana men armed with AK-104's and MINIMI's. Once they were satisfied that the area was secured, they began to tip the crates onto the beach awaiting the Rev's

The Manor, Southern California Countryside

Lance sat in a chair holding one of the AK 104s stolen from the Revs.

"If these fuckers think they can mess with us they are dead wrong. As soon as the hotel is cleared were going back. They killed 5 of my best men, damaged the family hotel, and dishonored us. Whoever did this will pay. Speaking of that, any idea on who the fuck did this?"

"We're trying to figure out who did this. The Red Tray Eights are way too dumb to do this and the only other people we coulda pissed off are the Paddys and the Revs. It musta been one fo them."

The Rev convoy was nearing the beach and were getting worried, this was risky business, each of the members wore a ski mask or red banada over there mouth. they were almost there and this weopons shipment would keep the Revolutionarys going.

One of the men standing guard at the boats saw the convoy coming and cautiously signaled with the flashlight he had with him.

The convoy arrived and saw the light, they pulled into the dock and approached the parked boats.

As soon as the convoy had stopped, the man in charge said "Right Lads! Get these fuckin' things loaded!" the dock became a flurry of activity as the Seactana moved the crates to the Jeeps and let their owners to load them up

the men got out of the jeeps and were working fast getting the weopons and ammo into the 2 trucks, and some of the men were gaurding the area.

When the last crate was loaded the man commanding the Seactana said "I hope you've better luck with these 'uns Lads" and with that they leapt back into the boats and gunned them out to sea, heading for the cruiser off the coast.

Rev: lets get the hell out of here.

the men got into the Jeeps and 2 trucks and began driving back to the HQ. This was going to bring life back into the revolution.

Reverend Mcalpin drove to the Red Tray Eight HQ, got out f his car, and began walking toward the guards stationed at the entrance. As he walked, he flipped the safeties on the guns in his robe, in case the guards weren't as friendly as the other gangs he had talked to.

BUMP for thread preservation

The Seactana cars arrived back at the HQ after and backed into the garage for maintenace and refueling by the mechanics.

The Ceannaire stood facing the sea, wondering how long it would take for the Jewish Mafia to figure out that they had been behind the bombing. Long enough, he hoped, to get a few scores on the board.

The Manor

"Sir, good news. We found the fuckers who bombed the hotel. It was the paddy gang, Seactana. Spies in the city heard the Irish fuckers bragging, they think they've got us."

"Great job, Jack. Get everyone ready, were going back to the city."

The man standing on the hill listened through earpiece, "JESUS CHRIST!" He said in his Irish accent, "We've been rumbled! Contact HQ now!" The news was at HQ in seconds, followed by a telephone to the head of the Jewish Mafia
"I speak for Fianna Seactana. Our bombing of your hotel was a reprisal for the robbery of a large quantity of arms from an ally. We were highly disturbed by the fact that you jumped this convoy and so reacted accordingly. We would prefer for the matter to go no further but if you insist, then the Seactana will face you and defeat you, slan"

The person on the phone hung up.

The Manor

Lance redialed the number that had just called him and pressed send.

"If you wish for no further bloodshed then you will make reparations for the damage done to our hotel. Why don't we arrange a sitdown?"

The voice laughed, "me cara, we will pay no reperations. The attack was fully justified by your forcing a breech of honour in the contract between ourselves and a fellow gang. You return all stolen weapons and ammunition and we will pay reparations. If not, no deal"

He hung up again.

The Manor

Lance redialed the number again, this Irish guy was really annoying him.

"You really shouldn't hang up. Your just slowing down the negotiations. I don't see why we are running into problems. You were paid for those weapons. We stole them from the Revs, its their fucking fault they didn't have sense to arm their drivers. My boys saw the opportunity and took it. Look, bloodshed is bad for business. Why don't you agree to a sitdown so we can hammer out an agreement? We have an arms connection through Israel, we can hook you up. We want reparations, a couple crates of stolen weapons and two dead guys doesn't justify a major hotel bombing."

The voice laughed again
"It's a matter of principal, Mr Silverstein. We are paid money and we give weapons to the customer. That you had the dishonour to interfere in this arrangement more than justifies a hotel bombing, and many more as well if you're not careful. We are shocked that you would even comtemplate offering us a contact in Isreal when we are in contact with the biggest armies in the far east. And you really shouldn't swear, it's not polite. Our previous offer stands. Return the weapons to their rightful owners and we will rebuild your precious hotel. If not, then no deal. And if it makes you happy, I won't hang up this time"

Outside the manor high on the hill, four men stood watching the mansion through binoculars and under heavy camoflage. They watched the television conversation through the window and awaited the text message, one way or the other...