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"Aye yo whats up blood" said Jason Taylor

"whats good" said unknown Crip

"why you wearing dat flu shit around here blood" said Jason

"whats good with den cuz" said Crip

The crip begin to start stacking and Jason begin to start stacking back until he pulled out his .40 caliber XD and the Crip begin to run.

"why you running like bitch take dee shots like a man crab" yelled Jason

Jason aimed his gun at the Crip and he fired one time and dropped him to the ground. He run up to him he was still a live and he fired two more times in his chest and then he took off.

He finally arrived at his set chill spot his set which is the tree top pirus is one of. The orginial Blood set which start the bloods back in the late 60's- early 70's. When he arrived he was pretty tired inside all of his homies was chillin on the couch one was loading a shotgun. Another one was measuring drugs on a table. While one was counting stacks of cash two more were playing Xbox 360 others were cooking crack in the back. This was the safehouse and their terrority run from Avalon to Aranbe Ave.

"Aye Jason whats good blood where you been" said Devin

"I just got finish smoking crab blood" said Jason

"O word" said Devin

"Yeah But aye im go upstairs and ly down i feel like i just ran around the world" said Jason

ooc: Try using some better punctuation, its hard to understand what youre typing.

IC:

Jose woke up to the sounds of gunfire in the distance. It wasnt uncommon in LA, but to hear it so close to his stronghold unnerved him. The 18th street gang had basically taken over most of southern california years ago, it was just a demographics issue. However the rising crime rate had started to challenge a lot of historic 18th street neighborhoods. Their simply werent any more new recruits coming in from Mexico, mainly because at this point there was no advantage to living in America.

As Jose walked outside into the midday sun, he met up with 2 new members of the gang. He was bringing them on a drug run in order to show them the ropes. Today they were heading over to a corner uncomfortably close to Blood territory in order to sell some Marijuana laced with PCP. This particular day he packed his MAC-10. He was taking no chances after hearing that early morning gunfire.

As he pulled up to the corner in his old Camaro, Jose and the 2 young recruits took their places. One large black man immediately spotted them and headed in their direction. This was Tayvon, one of their regulars.

Jose: Whatup Tayvon
Tayvon: Nothin much. You got any Korn?
Jose: Hell yeah man, and this shits extra special. I got it adulterated.
Tayvon: Alright how much for a quarter?
Jose: 40, you have the money?
Tayvon: Right here

Tayvon handed them the money, this was Jose's first sale of the day.

Try not to use comma splices, as they are fucking annoying.

Try not to use comma splices, as they are fucking annoying.

There were maybe 2 occasions in that post where I put an unnecessary comma. It just irritates me when people use sentences like "He finally arrived at his set chill spot his set which is the tree top pirus is one of".

Alan was driving on a not so busy road. He didn't care he had his gang colors on his car, this was TRG territory and if he was seen being arrested members would come to his aid. He drove by a prostitute that he didn't recongize. He decided to see what was up. He stopped by her.

"Are you looking for a good time buddy?" She asked.

This was unnusal, as they usally didn't ask members. He got out of the car. A shotgun was fired and his back window exploded. He ducked behind his car.

"Stay away from my 'ho!" A pimp yelled. Alan pulled out his Glock 9mm. He fired at the pimp. He didn't have much room to aim so his shots went out of whack. He hit the prostitute in the chest a couple of times. A car skidded to a halt and two gang members jumped out. The began firing on his vehicle.

A van smashed right into back of the car. The back opened up and TRG soldiers jumped out wielding AK-47s. They fired in controlled bursts at the pimp and gang members. The pimp went down. Alan got his AK-102 and fired full auto on the gang members. The gang members went down. The TRG members got their injured and put them into their van.

Alan jumped into his Chevy Camaro. He had just bought it so he didn't work on it much. He sped off with the van behind him.

Good here we go... :-)

IC:

Six X13 soldiers sat around in a living room crowded around a playstation 3 smoking three fat blunts, the room was smokey and loud, a large bag of weed sat on a coffie table acompanied by a H&K USP.45 and some cash, chicano music poured out of a home theatre system.

"Ohh! blast em' holmes! daaamn esse, he's gonna sleep your ass.."

One of them yelled out patting his buddy on the shoulder, the two men playing the game tapped on at the controls playing call of duty 4, they were locked in a fire fight....

**BANG**

The door flung open and everyone spun around, two of them already had their 9mm's pointed in the direction of the noise, in strolled Caesar Ramirez, senior Surenos member with two men at his sides. Caesar didn't dress like the other gang bangers in the neibourhood, he wore spiffy suits with designer sunglasses on his face....

"You would all be dead, if our enemys decided to come in here....no one at the door or outside?"

He walked into the livingroom waving his tattoed, ringed hand through the air moving smoke away from his face....

"Six of you Vato's playing the game... uh? who is out there making money?"

The men stood there silently looking downwards at the floor,

"Nothing to say for yourselves....well...El Plague (The Plague) is curious about the organizations income, he has asked me to look into it...i ask this question to myself...if you have the product to sell then where is the money?"

He paused waiting for an answear, when one Sur replied,

"On..o..on the street.."

Ramirez nodded and a smile crossed his face,

"Good, good, not all of you chico's are fools eh? you..you are a smart man cabrón..."

He patted the man on the back who answeared then suddenly grabbed him by the shirt, reached out and grabbed another, they didn't struggle as the drug them towards the door, Ramirez shoved them both out the door, one of which tumbled towards the ground,

"Thats right the money is on the street because you need to go GET IT!"

One of the men from inside the house came out with a brown paper bag passing it to Ramirez who looked inside, it was stacked with bills...

"When i come back you better have somthing better than this to give me! text me when you got somthing together"

He looked at Carlitos, a junior member in the area who was in charge of this certian piece of turf,

"Walk out to my car, talk to me Carlitos.."

The gangmember strolled outside close to Ramirez's side,

"Carlitos, you have potential to rise...snatch it up esse...make a name for yourself on these streets cabron', we all start on the streets and make our way up the ladder...put in work and you will be rewarded, be smart.."

Caesar got in the back of a black mercedes S600 and powered down the window while his muscle got in the car,

"Remember what i said..."

He reached inside his jacket and took out the brown paper bag, held it out the window for Carlitos to take.

The car drove away quickly, Carlitos turned to his second Jose,

"Get on the street, meet up with some people....he's right...VAMOS.."

Carlitos was a 20 year old gang member who had been in 'Sur' sence he was 15, he pulled alot of weight and was smart...Ramirez expected more from him and it was only right he got upset at what he seen.

"Someone clean this fuckin' house up too, Andre hit that fan...Tommy get out there and get us a re-up on some shit man, all we got here now is acouple pounds of green..we need some powder and stones to go..."

"Si' Cabron, on it.."

The Surenos known as Tommy took one guy with him and left the house getting in a 1971 Cadillac Coupe deVille on 22's sitting in the driveway, they backed out onto the street, lifted up on hydrolics and drove down the street.

Alan stopped at the nearby TRG hq. It was a renovated two story house. It was located in the average Middleclass neighborhood. He walked in the door.

"Aww you bitch!" Cryed a member when he got killed in a game of Call of Duty Four.

"So how much we make this month?" Asked Alan.

"Well drug sales are done as another gang is pushing drugs on our turf. Prostitution earnings is up 20%." Replied the Gang member.

"Ok, I am making an executive decision, any rival gangs seen on our turf pushing anything, kill them. I don't want gangs muscling in on our earnings."

Alan got back into his car, he drove towards the secondary HQ. It was located in the Ghetto. He drove by some members. He saw a Police car parked by the HQ. He quickly dialed a number.

"This is Alan, we got a LAPD car here at the HQ."

"HQ number two. What should I do? Alright reinforcements en-route? Alright I'll make sure they don't leave." Alan loaded his AK-102 and Glock. He got out and ducked behind his car.

A dark black car cruised through a neighborhood that had historically been controlled by the 18th Street Gang. Inside sat Anthony Gualteri, a large muscular Italian originally from New Jersey. He was investigating drug trafficking in the barrios of LA. He held onto his Glock as he stared at the streets rushing by through his black tinted sunglasses. Today was sure to be an eventful day.

OOC: I'll make it better Girlfriend was rushing me to do something

Jason woke up about 2 hours later and he grabbed himself a 40 oz and blunt filled with white widow weed. he started reloading his .40 Cal and tucked between his boxers and pants and placed. His bugrandy bandana in his back right pants pocket. He took a sip of his 40 and lit his blunt and walked downstairs.

Aye CK you remeber rollin 60's said Devin

Ck which is Jason nickname he replyed back quickly "Yeah i remeber dem bitches"

Me and da homies we going to hit em up like right now you coming said Devin

Yeah you know hold up let go to back real quick said Jason

Jason walked to the back and he grabbed his Ak-47 and walked outside and placed in the trunk of a cherry red 64 impala on gold daytons. He got in the car they drove to Hyde Park. They stopped close to the location of where the crip member were known to hang. Jason got out and grabbed his AK-47 and got back in they turned the corner. but then jason glance down a alley and they saw them. The driver turned down the alley and they begin to open fire killing three crips in all before driving off.

OOC: Uhh..don't mind me saying but gang's dont get away with killing cops in the middle of the street in daylight.

Four days later....

Ramirez returned to the house afew days later to see four guys hanging outside on the porch, one working the BBQ, it was 30 degrees outside and the guys were refreshing themselves with 40 Oz'ers of bottled beer. When Caesar walked towards the porch the ones sitting down stood up, one opening the door to let him inside the house. There were three men inside the house, Carlitos and Jose who sat in the livingroom playing poker, the third Juan was in the kitchen rolling a 9mm bullet back and fourth across the table beside his Glock.24, he seen Ramirez and stood up quickly.

The senior gang member ignored him and went right into the livingroom where the two guys playing cards sat, they went to stand and put their cards down..

"No, no..please..continue..."

They gave him a single nod then Carlitos spoke,

"We were just finishing, we..have somthing for you..one moment"

He put his cards down and went out the back door to a dog house where a large pitbull sat very still, he rubbed the dogs head and patted him afew times..

"Hey Rugar..good boy, ehh"

He reached into the back of the dog house removing a medium sized duffle bag and headed back into the house setting it on the kitchen table. Ramirez went into the kitchen and un-zipped the bag, looked inside and removed a wad of cash...

"Same time next week, be easy chicano's.."

Caesar left with the bag quietly, he never said nothing but it was obvious he had been pleased with the amount of cash they had put together. Carlitos was pleased with his crews acheivements these last couple days, no doubt El Plague would be told if they continued at this pace.

OOC:Yes I understand compleatly.

Later that Day.......

Nick “Two Guns” Maranzino was sitting in his office in the “Little Chicago” Night Club. The place was a notorious mob run establishment and had reports of several heavy hitters running it for the Capergazi Crime Family.

Nick was the younger of the two Capos and as such was the most ambitious. He had heard rumors of the southern Mexican gangs that were called the Sureños. It occurred to Nick that these Mexican hoods would have ties down south with the ability to acquire vast amounts of cocaine.

Nick was eager to get his crew into the drug trade but the problem was that the Boss Bruno Capergazi did not approve of such business because of the huge penalties by law enforcement. This threat did not deter the young American born mobster and he decided to get a go between to speak with the Sureños.


Nick needed someone smart and that could be trusted not to talk to anyone about this dangerous proposal. If the Boss ever found out it could be an automatic death sentence for Nick and his supporters. It then occurred to Nick that the safest bet was the Irish hit man. Jackie boy, was reliable and trust worthy. He had never talked to the upper echelon of the Family and would never be able to become a made guy.

He could only be controlled by the promise of money and the threat of death. It was perfect. Nick had Jack meet him inside the office and said, “Jackie boy, I have a job for you… I need you to make contact with the Sureños and see if you can find a connection to their leaders. I want you to establish a friendly relationship with offers of weapons, money, and police protection. We in turn want access to the wholesale drug supplies and street muscle to protect our interests in the street. Cephe…"

Jack was dressed in a black leather jacket wearing black steel toed boots and sunglasses that covered his eyes. He looked up at his boss and said, “Sure thing Nick, I will start making overtures to the Mexican mob….”

Nick smiled and waved his associate off…


Jack left the night club and headed towards his black 2004 BMW convertible. He started to drive down into southern LA to the notorious southern neighborhoods where the Sureños held dominion.

Jack was heavyset and looked intimidating but he was not here for a fight and merely drove up to a group of Sureños and said, “I would like to request a sit-down with the leader of your crew. Do you have someone that handles these kinds of matters?”


Jack waited patiently for their reply and parked his car to the side of the road to show this was not a drive by. He did however check his chest holster to show he was armed with a 9mm berretta.

Jackie Kong sighed as he leaned over the railing of the catwalk above where the shipping containers were being unloaded in the warehouse. "Hey Jackie, you there?" he heard a voice from below say.

Jackie took the cigarette out of his mouth and called down. "Charlie, up here."

He saw a man wearing a black business suit, shades, and gloves with a briefcase in his hand climb up the stairs to the catwalk. "There you are. Where've ya been?"

"Here," Jackie said, his accent still in place while the man known as Charlie bore none at all. "Been here all day. Where've you been?"

Charlie shook his head. "Don't even start," he muttered then gestured to Jackie's cigarette. "You gonna share?"

Jackie nodded and took a pack of Marlboro's out of his front dress shirt pocket and gave Charlie one and lit it for him. Charlie nodded his gratification. "What happened?"

Charlie shook his head once more. "Shit has hit the fan."

"What else is new?" Jackie retorted as he looked over to the shipping containers. Some of the warehouse workers, all on the Bai Hu pay roll, began to open the shipping containers. "Besides, isn't it good for business?"

Charlie shrugged. "Depends. If there are a lot of them and they keep running out of ammo, then it's good for us. But," he said as he watched the workers roll out crates from the containers, "if our own men keep getting caught in the crossfire, and if they keep improving on their aim, then..."

"That what the briefcase for?" Jackie said as he watched the workers peel off the tops of the crates.

Charlie nodded and dropped the briefcase. "You'll find the details inside. Mr. Chien wants that Blood safehouse taken out first. Simply put, find it, take back our merchandise, torch it, ditch it, got it?"

Jackie nodded as they watched the workers unload the firearms inside the crates onto flatbeds. "Got it," he said as he picked up the briefcase. "Another gang war?"

Charlie shook his head. "No, it's the same one."

Sureños territory, that evening...

A black 2004 BMW convertible was seen come slowly around the corner off another street deep in X13 territory. A group of gang bangers on the corner spotted the vehicle, beside them sat a gold 1972 Buick Centurion on 22 inch spoked rims, the lead man on the corner reached down gripping a Sig Sauer 226 which sat on top of the rear tire of the car, they kept it there so if the police came no one would get charged with a weapon.

“I would like to request a sit-down with the leader of your crew. Do you have someone that handles these kinds of matters?”


The white man in the bimmer said. One of the surX13 approached the car slowly,

"Who's asking esse?"

The others stood back watching quietly, the Surenos at the car's side seen the Beretta under the mans arm but didn't react...but remained calm.

Sureños territory, that evening...

A black 2004 BMW convertible was seen come slowly around the corner off another street deep in X13 territory. A group of gang bangers on the corner spotted the vehicle, beside them sat a gold 1972 Buick Centurion on 22 inch spoked rims, the lead man on the corner reached down gripping a Sig Sauer 226 which sat on top of the rear tire of the car, they kept it there so if the police came no one would get charged with a weapon.

“I would like to request a sit-down with the leader of your crew. Do you have someone that handles these kinds of matters?”


The white man in the bimmer said. One of the surX13 approached the car slowly,

"Who's asking esse?"

The others stood back watching quietly, the Surenos at the car's side seen the Beretta under the mans arm but didn't react...


Jack smiled after hearing the banger’s response and replied,“My friends call me Jackie boy, You might know me as “Black Jack" Connelly, I am a connected guy in the Maranzino Crew…”


Jack waited for the banger’s response, He made no quick movements and just watched behind his black tinted sunglasses…

The X13 guy nodded and replied,

"I didn't know the Mafia employed white guys Cabron', you look like a stinking pig to me esse.."

Suddenly one of the men in the background spoke up but in Spanish,

“Black Jack" Connelly esse, i heard of him...be easy holmes, this white boys a killer..

The gang banger standing beside Jacks car never looked away, he kept his eyes locked on the Irishman's dark glasses....

"Maranzino Crew ehh...one minute"

He turned for a breif moment and barked orders to one of the younger guys in the group in spanish,

Go to Carlitos, tell him Maranzino Crew wants to get at him...

The boy nodded and ran off down the street towards Carlitos house,

"Come back in a half an hour holmes...i will have a responce for you then... watch yourself around here, white guys in nice cars look like cops or carjack victims...".

The boy barged through the door and into the house where Carlitos and his boys sat with some female gang members smoking up and watching cops,

"....message from Hector's corner..." he was out of breath.

Carlitos got up off the couch and walked over,

"What is it lil' hommie? is shit cool or what?"

He replied quickly,

"Some white guy is down on ***** street now, reppin' Maranzino Crew...them mob cats holmes..he driving a bimmer and all...askin for you?"

Carlitos looked confused,

"Some white guy for Maranzino Crew? they are I-ti's esse...."

The youngster replied,

"I donno Carlitos, he reppin'...holmes.."

Carlitos was suprized at this occurance, but he knew if the Italians really wanted a meeting and he didn't go he would get shit for it,

"We meet at 11:30, the old lot behind the wharehouse on ***** ave and ** th, go...."

Jack Connelly listened to the bangers speaking in Spanish and merely kept staring at the original speaker. He did not understand the language and did not want to look like an idiot by staring confused at the speaker. Jack also began to turn on his ignition when he received the word to come back in half an hour…


The Irish hit man merely nodded and replied, “I am no cop, but if someone tries to take my car. He better come armed and shooting. because, I will not hesitate to put a bullet in his head. Cephe...”

Jack Connelly made sure to put an emphasize on the Sicilian word. Jack then starts to drive off towards a nearby parking lot to wait for his half an hour time limit…

Jack promptly returned a half an hour on the dot. He received the information from Hector to go to the old lot behind the wharehouse on ***** ave, at 11:30. The Irish mobster drives to the location and makes sure to be there on time. Jack is always prides himself on being on time and would do nothing to jeopardize his reliable reputation.



Jack drives up into the lot and parks his vehicle waiting for his contact…..

The young banger brought word back to Hectors corner about the arranged time and place, he looked at his watch it said 10:25 Pm....

"Ok, cool"

Carlitos got some guys together and text'd to caesar who would call back when he received the message about the meet. Three carloads of Chicanos drove out to the lot behind the wharehouse at the specified meeting place to cheak the area,

"I want you Julian to park on the other side of that dumpster, when and if you hear shots being licked off come out blastin holmes..i hope everyone brought extra mags... let us pray together"

The gang members prayed together then Julian and his carload dissapeard behind the dumpster and turned off their lights, the other two cars sat in plain sight waiting for the visitor.

A single black car pulled out back of the building slowly, he was early...the latinos flicked on their headlights to show where they were at....

Jack promptly got out of his car and headed toward the light. The glare would have hampered most people but Jack was still wearing his sunglasses and his heavyset frame was wearing his black leather jacket. He was large and imposing as he came up to the Latinos vehicle.


He still had his pistol in his holster and unfastened for quick access should the meeting turn violent. The Irish mobster stopped about three feet away and said, “I am here on the orders of Nick Maranzino, He wants to make a deal with your crew and ours…”

Four Latino's stood in front of the Low Riders, Jose stood in the middle like he was the leader seeing if this was a hit or not at first... then Carlitos stepped forward, two glock.18's were tucked in his waist band. He wore baggy jeans a white muscle shirt and a blue bandana around his head...

“I am here on the orders of Nick Maranzino, He wants to make a deal with your crew and ours…”

Carlitos nodded and replied,

"Understood, i have some questions, but you as the visitor to our hood have the right to speak first....after introductions and we address one another by name...respect.."

"I am Carlitos Venegaz, Surenos X13...this area is under my supervision esse..anything that happens here goes through me"

The man looked professional, he wasn't your regular every day street hood carlitos observed.

Jack smiled his usual wolfish grin and said, “Okay introductions, I am Jack Connelly a connected guy for Capo Nick “Two Guns” Maranzino, The head of the Maranzino Crew.” Jack looked at the crew of Latino gang bangers and made no sign of hostility. He did not want to start a fire fight when his goal was to make a deal….

Jack replied,

I am “Black Jack” Connelly a connected guy for Capo Nick “Two Guns” Maranzino.”

Carlitos nodded, he crossed his arms in front of him gripping one hand with the other......

"Ok Mr. Connelly, i have heard of you Esse...now i ask you to state your buisness with 'Sur' "

The others remained in the background staying quiet, observing the meet...

Jack took a deep breath and said, “Mr. Venegaz, The Maranzino crew is interested in establishing a lucrative market between our two organizations. We are in the business of importing guns, and explosives from foreign countries. You and your crew have access to large amounts of cocaine.

My boss Nick Maranzino wants to sell you weapons, provide you protection from local cops, and give you access to some of our establishments. In exchange, We want to purchase cocaine from your crew. wholesale, and recruit some of your boys as muscle on the streets. We will of course provide “benefits” for your services….”


Jack made sure to sound as sincere as possible. He did not want to get these guys nervous because that always lead to the path of getting riddled with bullets….

Jackie parked his Honda Civic on the corner of the street his designated target was on. It was a crappy-looking apartment complex with Blood tags written everywhere on it, some over other tags, and several men in long, red T-shirts, baggy shorts, and the usual Blood apparel stood around the complex, smoking weed.

Dressed in a white suit with a black tie and a burlap sack in his hand, Jackie approached the building. Instantly, the men that had been guarding the complex began to approach him menacingly.

"What 'hood you from, bitch, and what the fuck's with those cracka-ass shit you wearin'?" one of the men asked, a tattoo reading 'Bloodz 4 Life' written on his right bicep while 'Crip Killa' was tattooed on the left.

"I come on behalf of the White Tiger," Jackie said, bowing slightly. "We would like for you to return all of your firearms to us."

The men started laughing before the man that had spoken said, "Man, who the fuck do you think you are? Runnin' up dressed like you is The Man, demanding some bullshit all polite like." Pretending to hold a tea cup in his hand, he pranced around in a circle as his homies laughed, taunting, "'Ello, I would like for you to return to us your gats, kind sir." He then mock-bowed to Jackie.

Jackie showed no emotion as the men enjoyed their own antics. "Then I take that as a no?"

"Bitch," another man said, "you'll take that as a 'Get da fuck out of our 'hood 'fo we fuck you the Hell up', bitch! Getcho' bitch-ass outta here, man."

Jackie threw the burlap sack at the lead man, causing the others to look at him briefly. Jackie pulled out his mini-Uzi from his shoulder holster and let loose a quick spray. The 4 men dropped dead or injured as the majority of the bullets hit their mark.

Soon after the bullets flew, Jackie saw several men on the second and third floor of the 3-story apartment complex getting into position to fire down at him. He quickly ran back to his car and out of gun range. Bullets whizzed past his ear as men exited the complex as well. He turned around to fire blindly. At the slight lessening of the number of bullets being fired at him, he inferred that he had hit somebody.

A blunt jolt knocked him forward and off-balance, a blinding hot dagger of pain shooting down his spine afterwards. Jackie rolled into cover behind a nearby tree. Leaning out slightly behind cover, he fired wildly side-to-side, not even daring to come out of cover, hoping that he would hit somebody. Soon, his clip ran dry and he pulled his arm back to reload.

He heard the THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of bullets crashing into the tree he was hiding behind. He leaned out of cover this time, just slightly, enough so that he could kind of aim, and sprayed the mini-Uzi. The 9mm bullets blew away the final pursuers from the complex. Surveying the damage, he saw that his wide arc had taken out 3 of the 5 people that followed him. His last spray finished off the rest.

Jackie walked over to his car and popped the trunk. He ducked when he heard more gunshots. Chancing a look around his rear bumper, he saw that the men that had been shooting at him from the complex had gone down and had ran toward his position which at one point been out of their field of fire.

He stood up, confident that his car would provide enough cover for him, and fired wildly again at the 5 pursuers. Each went down with several bullets in the chest.

Jackie stood there for a long time, waiting for an ambush or something. Nothing happened. That was when the bullet wound in his shoulder blade came to him and he cringed. Without a first aid kit anywhere around, he couldn't treat it or even disinfect it. He'd live, though. Which was more than he could say if he failed Mr. Chien's mission.

Popping the trunk once more, Jackie holstered his SMG and grabbed a six-pack carton filled with molotov cocktails. He slowly walked back over to the apartment complex. Using the lighter from his pocket, he lit each molotov before he threw it, making sure to place two molotovs in each floor.

As the apartment blazed, Jackie walked over to pick up the burlap sack he had thrown at the man he had killed first. Blood had begun to soak into the bag. Jackie ignored that fact as he began to gather the guns each Blood had along with any ammo they carried, going from body to body as the flames grew higher and the distant sirens grew closer.

When he had finally finished this macabre of stripping the dead Bloods of their guns and ammo, Jackie climbed back into his damaged Honda and drove towards the White Tiger HQ in Chinatown.

Jack took a deep breath and said, “Mr. Venegaz, The Maranzino crew is interested in establishing a lucrative market between our two organizations. We are in the business of importing guns, and explosives from foreign countries. You and your crew have access to large amounts of cocaine.

My boss Nick Maranzino wants to sell you weapons, provide you protection from local cops, and give you access to some of our establishments. In exchange, We want to purchase cocaine from your crew. wholesale, and recruit some of your boys as muscle on the streets. We will of course provide “benefits” for your services….”


Jack made sure to sound as sincere as possible. He did not want to get these guys nervous because that always lead to the path of getting riddled with bullets….

Carlitos nodded paying close attention to what was on the table, he knew this deal was over his head but instead of saying so he would hear Jack out so he could take it back to Ramirez and get credit for bringing the proposal fourth to the Surenos, he was very interested...what this man spoke of the gang could really use...the price seemed sensible, the Surenos had alot of man power that could be brought up.

Once 'Black Jack' had finished speaking Venegaz spoke in turn...

"It sounds to me like a most benificial arrangement, for both of us...of course i will have ot discuss it with some more senior members before i can give you an answear my friend, i will be sure to pass this on to my superiors as soon as possible..i hope you understand..."

Suddenly he stopped speaking as a car came around the corner of the wharehouse with it's lights off, it was a low rider...

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Carlitos looked at Jack and spoke quickly so he was not alarmed,

"It's my boss Caesar Ramirez...he can help you better Esse..."

One of the men in the front of the big car opened the door for caesar who got out dressed in a white sport suit with an open shirt, in his waistband was a chrome and gold plated colt.45 that shimmered when he moved...

"I am caesar Ramirez, i will hear your proposal from Carlitos here..one moment..."

The two men wispered back and fourth for a moment then Caesar spoke,

"The deal is approved thus far holmes, to continue this discussion you are invited to Carlitos tomorrow, at two o clock....he will stand in my stead and work out the details passing everything to me...comprende?"

OOC: I will be back on tomorrow, we will continue.. it's 1:48 am here ..it's been fun, see you soon.

IC:


Jack listened to Carlitos response to the Family’s proposal. He was not surprised to hear that higher members needed to be informed before an agreement could be made. The Italians worked the same way using cut outs, and go betweens, to make deals to avoid being nicked by the police.


The sudden arrival of the low rider did startle the Irish hit man and he almost went for his gun but luckily, Carlitos quickly explained the situation and Jack promptly pulled the leather jacket closer to himself instead of reaching inside for the handle in the holster….


Jack watched Carlitos and his boss talk amongst themselves and was clearly pleased when Cesar agreed to the proposal thus far. Jack listened to Cesar and replied, “Yeah, I will be there, I need to let my Capo know that you have agreed to his proposal…”


The Irish mobster promptly walked away from the Latinos to his car. He opened the door and promptly started up his vehicle. He left the warehouse lot and headed back to the Little Chicago to tell Nick the good news….


Jack smiled and thought that things were looking good for him. The fact that Nick trusted him with this kind of job meant that Jack was considered more than just a leg breaker and part time hit man, but a true member of the crew despite the fact he was still not a made guy….


Jack promptly parked his BMW in Little Chicago’s parking lot and entered the Mob joint. He was in a good mood as he strolled up to Nick’s office. The office was guarded by two big African American men in heavy grey trench coats. They did not look like fashionable gangsters but inside their trench coats were concealed UZI submachine guns.

The guards nodded at Jack and promptly opened the door for him. They knew Jack was an "in" guy and could come and go as he pleased….

[ooc: just a thought but the Green Thumb storefront might be a good stop for some of the gangs.]

The fire at apartment complex had trigger the LAFD, LAPD and the ATF's Arson and Bomb unit. Special Agent John Murphy was one of the 4 ATF investigators at the scene. He looked at the Blood tags everywhere and walked to a nearby fire fighter. "What we got." he said to the fire fighter. "Possible arson, and oddly the bloods were strip of the weapons." He and his men would enter the buliding with police and county investigators to solve the incident. He called his superior at the Federal Buliding, "We got possible arson." When the fire fighters gave the clear, he and his men put the helmets they had and walked into the buliding to began the search for the clause.

"Thats it" said Juan as he spotted yet another blood uncomfortably close to the corner where he was doing business.

"If I see one more mother fucking blood anywhere near this fucking corner im pulling out my MAC-10 and smoking his ass."

Just as he said this, Juan spotted 2 overweight bloods tagging a building just down the street.

"Thats it, you 2 come with me. It's time to show these motherfuckers how we roll."

After saying this, Juan and the 2 new recruits piled into his new Camaro. They screeched up next to the 2 bloods, and then Juan pulled out his MAC-10.

"If I ever see you bitches near my corner again i'm smoking you and your friends! You think we cant take you? Its demographics bitch! We got 10,000 bangers in LA alone!"

After this speech was given, one of the new recruits pulled out a revolver and put a round into the foot of one of the scared looking bloods.

"Now you get the fuck out or the next rounds going in your head!" said the recruit as the 2 bloods ran, or in one case limped, away from the scene.

"Nice job kid, I like your style." said Juan as they covered up the Blood's graffiti with a giant 18.

[“Yeah, I will be there, I need to let my Capo know that you have agreed to his proposal…”
/I]

Ramirez nodded once and turned to head back to his car, he got in and pulled away, Carlitos and the others got in their vehicles aswell and drove off back to the neibourhood. The whole way back Carlitos knew he had acheived great things tonight, if all went well with these mob guys everyone would be stacking some serious cash in these upcomming months.

[I]The following day....

Carlitos and the others rose early and prepared the house for visitors. Everything was cleaned up and made presentable for the guests, everyone was already posted up on the streets on their corners, alleys and other hot spots to make drug sales....

"Now we wait..." Carlitos said to Jose who was making a morning coffie....

Carlitos had some quality product from a storehouse brought up earlier, one KG of pure cocaine. The Surenos got this from down South where they had direct connections right from the plantations, once the shit was brought over the border it was cut and served......but should the mob want to purchase the goods, they would get it how it came...still pure to do what ever they wanted with. Carlitos had spoken with Ramirez, he wanted to snatch up all the mob had to offer but remain fair in their dealings. A case of clean bills was also being brought over a little later on, 50 large, it was nearby and would arrive just before Jack got there....

Venegaz ate his cheerio's and readthe news paper.

The members of this particular gang, garbed in white, rode in atop strongly built horses. They were singing proudly
"STAND UP AND BE COUNTED, SHOW THE WORLD THAT YOU'RE A MAN, STAND UP AND BE COUNTED, GO WITH THE KU-"

Gunshots broke their song just as it hit the best part, and the horsemen quickly dismounted, one of their petrol doused crosses tumbling into the street. Brother Jones ran for cover but got a red bullet in the leg. The Klan members were pinned down behind scraps of cover in the street; cars, bins etc.

The trumpet had died down. They were losing men at an alarming rate, Wizard Jeremiah had fallen already, but then a glorious sound came into earshot. A horn.

DUR…DUR-DUR…DUR-DUR-DUR!

The Klan soldiers lept to their foot, cheering as the cavalry arrived.

“YEAHH! RED REBOUND WHITES FIGHT BACK! YEAHH!”

The whites in the windows leant out and cheered at the noble warriors fighting for their nation’s liberty. The windows filled with the chorus of a song.

“WE MUST DEFEAT THE COMMUNISTS, TO SAVE OUR CHRISTIAN LAND!”

The Klan advanced and drove back the communist foe, and once the battle was over, the people of the area came out, cheering for their hooded saviours and helping them erect the cross that had previously tumbled from a horse. The petrol had dried but it was deep in the wood, and quickly set alight. All cheered, the Klan, men, women and children too!

After the celebration was over, the civilians returned to their homes, the Klan’s ranks burgeoning with new members as they pushed into the more heavily infested areas. The papers were awash with optimistic headlines of “WHITES FIGHT BACK!” and “RED REBOUND!”, just as the street lamps were awash with rope and hanging traitors.

The resistance continues!

The Klan had advanced too far, and now they had entered the no-go areas. Captain Leroy of the Killer Friday Clan finished his forty-smoothie before cocking his Glock-17 and sliding it down his trousers, the steel barrel touching his skin. They could see the Klan advancing down the road, some on horseback, all with torches and guns in their robes. However, Leroy's KFC boiz were ready for a fight.

Springing from cars, houses, bushes, anywhere where they had concealed themselves in wait, the gang-clan charged the Klansmen with assorted weapons. Firing AK-47s from one hand, Glocks and Desert Eagles from the side, and other weapons like MAC-10s and Tek-9s and armoured with life jackets, skateboards tied round their chest, or simply no shirts at all, the Killer Friday Clan moved forward in one huge mass, at least sixty of them shouting, swearing, and firing ahead or in the air.

From the rear, young children, some at least six years old, threw home-made molotov cocktails and nailbombs forward. Some misjudged and the weapons exploded over their own 'troops', killing at least a dozen and setting the street in front of them on fire. The KFC clan was unsure what to do and while taking murderous fire from the klan, deciding to move forwards over the fire towards the klansmen, still firing their weapons and throwing their molotovs.

Leroy saw things weren't going well and called in his mobile reserve. A white van with the top cut off turned round the corner with a browning M2 firing randomly from the hollowed out vehicle. The reserves were the weakest of the gang, and the thirteen year old controlling the weapon couldn't control the recoil properly, accidentally pouring fire onto his own men before correcting his aim somewhat.

The Negroids opened fire on the whites, but the whites kept the advance! Grand Wizard Ian Stuart held his sword high, the eagled hilt glint in the sun as Christian God smiled upon his white fighters. The horses charged and from the alley-ways and doors poured more whites, their robes half-on already, cheering for the Klan and their heroic advance!

Some of the Klan fell, their souls ascending to Valhalla, and behind the Klan a pick-up truck with a sound-system began playing...

"ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FUN TONIGHT? CRUISING ROUND THE CITY LOOKIN' FOR SOME PREY, WHEN WE FIND OUR TARGET, YOU WILL HEAR US SAY:

RUN NI-"

The car was hit by a Zionist RPG, given to the Negroes by White-hating conspirators, and the melodic song was cut short. This only enraged the whites more, and they quickly met ranks with the beasts of the jungle! A burly white leapt from his horse into the car, his broad shoulders and Aryan build giving him the advantage over the lesser-beings opposing him. He swung a fast that broke the simian’s jaw clean off, before turning the M2 on the beast driving the car, and to add insult to injury, he ripped off the M2, his racially pure shoulders taking the recoil of the gun effortlessly as he mowed down more of the enemy! It was a battle of good versus evil, but after minutes of intense fighting, which left 11 whites dead but five times that number of the enemy bleeding out. One had tried to flee, but the skinhead detachment, known as ‘the lads’, under the command of Ainaskin, had caught one back and dragged it back to the nearest street-lamp.

The whites assembled again, cheering and clapping for their saviours. The city was theirs again! The hooded champions threw the noose up over the street-lamp, and slipping it over Leeroy Mumbala’s neck, lifting him high. A roar of glee rose up through the crowd, more whites donning their robes, wives and daughters seeing off their white defenders as they rode off again into the distance against not only the primate threat, but the threat of the Zionist puppet-masters.

A headline was put in the papers, a simple, clear and optimistic message telling of greater things to come.

WHITE ARYAN RESISTANCE CALLING!
ALL WHITES HEED THE CALL!

Gatsby sat quietly at the wheel of the luxurious coup, heading eastward toward what had become know as the "Ashes" of South Central, home to the poor, desperate, and black.

Myself at his side, I used to time appropriated prior to our arrival to toy with the new radio that had been installed within the vehicle. Sadly I was unable to locate any music of my taste, but their seemed to be an overwhelming abundance of what I believe was gorilla jungle music.

Once we reached the outskirts of some town by the name of Compton, Gatsby suddenly became electric.

"Old Sport, what do you say we search the area for a brothel?"
I was rather suprised by his (most certainly) absurd suggestion.

"That being said, Old Sport, I'm afraid I know not one whom can lead us to such a location, I suppose we should ask one of these interestingly dressed Mexicans as to where we can locate a brothel."

Gatsby's car slowly rolled to a stop as a dozen or so Klansmen on horseback rode steadfast across the intersection, firing weaponry into the air and singing liturgical chants of fancy.

Myself, bewildered at the entire scene playing out in front of us, observed with a most noticeable look of perplexity holding unequivocally upon my face. Today would prove to be a very long day indeed.

Murphy and his team wrap the investigation, the cause of the fire was petrol bombs and now that they had a arson case. They headed to the Federal Buliding to file their reports and begin the process of locating the arson. "These gangs are getting out of hand." Murphy said as they headed back to the buliding.

Los Angeles Federal Building

Murphy was breifing the agents, "Ok, we had at least 5 arsons this week. The Firearms division, is investigating a incident that maybe connect to this latest one." So he ended the breifing and got ready for the next phase.

Grand Wizard Ian Stuart rode into the Federal Building where Murphy was briefing the agents, and shouted “WHITE ARYAN RESISTANCE! ALL WHITES HEED THE CALL!” The whites in the station quickly ran to their lockers and got their robes, whites already cheering outside as the once Zionist controlled institution was finally being used for good!

With thirty more white riders in federal cars patrolling the city, Ian broke off and went back to his original twelve Klansmen comrades. And drove past an intersection, spotting a luxurious car. He turned and raised his sword high in the air, and shouted to the men in the car a few simple words he hoped they’d listen to: “WHITE ARYAN RESISTANCE! HEED THE CALL BROTHERS!”

And with that, he sent his horse into a gallop as the word spread about one fact that would scare not only the gangs, but the Jew Zionists who controlled them: the whites were fighting back!

The horn played on!

Grand Wizard Ian Stuart rode into the Federal Building where Murphy was briefing the agents, and shouted “WHITE ARYAN RESISTANCE! ALL WHITES HEED THE CALL!” The whites in the station quickly ran to their lockers and got their robes, whites already cheering outside as the once Zionist controlled institution was finally being used for good!

With thirty more white riders in federal cars patrolling the city, Ian broke off and went back to his original twelve Klansmen comrades. And drove past an intersection, spotting a luxurious car. He turned and raised his sword high in the air, and shouted to the men in the car a few simple words he hoped they’d listen to: “WHITE ARYAN RESISTANCE! HEED THE CALL BROTHERS!”


"Yillan dikhoom!, those idiots! Khallass! i want the sniper platoon to head the KKK at the Federal Building, have the 2nd and 3rd pistol platoons to back them up, send word to the negro gangs, they want help they will get it!, hav the engineer group close off the ghettos we got, and for the citizens to arm up and watch themselves, if theyre white shoot first and ask questions later, Ali, did the grenades come in? good, give 13 to every one of the platoons, and see if we cant get any moltovs while your at it "

Murphy and the rest of the ATF agents got on tactical gear and ran outside. They got every vehicle and headed out. Murphy grabbed the mic and spoke into it. "Attention, All people part of the white uprising. You have exactly 5 mins to clear the streets or we be force to remove you from the streets. The convoy head down the road with heavy armed agents ordering people off the streets. Murphy and the rest of agents were ready for the war against racism. He kept his M16 close and they headed down the street with "Beer for My Horses" blaring from the speakers.

The enemies of the Aryan people tried to form a resistance against the whites, but it was to no avail. The whites of Los Angeles were being rallied, and like a phoenix they were rising from the fire! All about the city, lynchings were taking place, whites clapping and cheering as Jew oppressors or blacks hung limp from rope. The Klan’s numbers swelled and the predominantly ethnic ghettos found themselves hemmed by increasingly well equipped whites, weaponry becoming more and more available as shipments of weaponry came in from all around as sympathisers to the cause made themselves known.

The white brigades moved around the city at will, and when large enough numbers of whites were under the direction of the Klan, stormed some of the negro strongholds. It was a glorious day for the movement. The federal building was a fortress, fortified by the Klan and home to Grand Wizard Ian Stuart when he wasn’t directing efforts in the field.

From the light post outside the building hung a dead Murphy, himself a race traitor and a communist opposed to the cause. All of Murphy’s loyal ATF troops were dead, killed by heroic white warriors as traitorous puppets to the Zionist, anti-white conspiracy. The whites cheered at the dead body, knowing he was a truly evil man who opposed all that Ian Stuart had taught the previously oppressed whites of Los Angeles

The Klan sent their mechanised white riders along with their cavalry to harass the engineers while they tried to barricade off their slums – nicknamed barracoons by the whites. The sniper group enroute to the Klan’s headquarters was intercepted and wiped out by vigilant whites, with the leader lynched as an example to any other testy beaners or Arabs.

The newspapers headlines got ever increasingly cheerful, telling of “sweeping victories over the mongrel races” and “red rebounds, Bolsheviks on the back foot!” Communism and the Zionists who fostered it were being swept from California. One headline that showed how well the movement was going didn’t even have words in it, it had a message.

14/88!
WHITES FIGHT BACK!

The ATF arrived at the scene of a group of racists beating a black man. "Sir, leave the.." Murphy decided to deal with matter himself. He aimed his rifle and put two rounds into the white supremist. "Let's go" the convoy headed back to the Federal Building. Murphy got out and said the following "Ian Stuart, You are hereby DEAD." as the ATF agents fired at the white supremists. This was a battle and Murphy had more re-enforcements coming from all over.

The National Guard arrive and help the Whites fight against the ATF and ethnically impure! 14/88!

[“Yeah, I will be there, I need to let my Capo know that you have agreed to his proposal…”


Ramirez nodded once and turned to head back to his car, he got in and pulled away, Carlitos and the others got in their vehicles as well and drove off back to the neighborhood. The whole way back Carlitos knew he had achieved great things tonight, if all went well with these mob guys everyone would be stacking some serious cash in these upcoming months.

The following day....

Carlitos and the others rose early and prepared the house for visitors. Everything was cleaned up and made presentable for the guests, everyone was already posted up on the streets on their corners, alleys and other hot spots to make drug sales....

"Now we wait..." Carlitos said to Jose who was making a morning coffee....

Carlitos had some quality product from a storehouse brought up earlier, one KG of pure cocaine. The Surenos got this from down South where they had direct connections right from the plantations, once the shit was brought over the border it was cut and served......but should the mob want to purchase the goods, they would get it how it came...still pure to do what ever they wanted with. Carlitos had spoken with Ramirez, he wanted to snatch up all the mob had to offer but remain fair in their dealings. A case of clean bills was also being brought over a little later on, 100 large, it was nearby and would arrive just before Jack got there....

Venegaz ate his cheerio's and read the news paper.



Jack Connelly went into Nick’s office and greeted his Capo with respect. The Irish hood was careful not to show signs of hostility by taking out his pistol and placing it on the table. The gesture showed Nick that Jack was still on his side and not he was not going to blast him..

Nick smiled and said, “Sit down, I want to hear how your progress went with the Mexicans?”

Jack replied eagerly, “The southern Mexicans want to cut a deal with us. They are interested and want to meet me again at one of their lieutenant’s house.”

Nick Maranzino smiled and replied, “Jackie boy, You have done a good job. I want you to go down and meet them and offer our terms. I think they will agree to our plan it has a lot of advantages to both our organizations. We just have to keep this quiet from the rest of the family…. Cephe?”


Jack replied carefully this time, “Yes, I will keep my lips sealed, I don’t think the Demilo Crew, or the Troterili Crew are dealing in drugs and as such they won’t be sniffing around the Mexicans any time soon…”

Nick smiled and said, “I want you to take Carlo, and Danny Boy, with you. I think the presence of one wise guy and another connected guy will show the Sureños that you are truly connected. I don’t want them blasting you inside one of their without some muscle backing you up…”


Jack replied cautiously, “Yes Mr. Maranzino, I will take Carlo, and Danny boy, with me to the meeting with Carlitos…”


Jack promptly took his piece from the desk and left the office. He had been dismissed and given permission to continue talks with the Sureños. The Irish mobster decided to take a different vehicle this time to avoid attracting the authorities and possible carjackers…


The following day……….

The three mobsters took a ride towards southern LA. They were heading to Carlitos house to meet with Carlitos and his men to finalize the deal between the two crews. The mobsters were driving a black 96 Chevrolet impala. This change of vehicles was to make the mobsters seem more natural in the improvised settings of the Sureños neighborhood and to avoid getting the attention of carjackers. The trunk of the Impala held a duffel bag with several Uzi's and MK23 pistols and silencers. The second duffel bag held several clips of ammunition for both the pistols and the submachine guns...


The crew was armed with 9mm pistols inside their gun holsters. Jack was wearing his usual attire of a black leather jacket and dark sunglasses and black steel toed boots. Carlo “The Shark” Calzone was a made guy and was wearing a black fedora hat with a black business suite. He had on black sunglasses and his overcoat concealed a gun holster that held his own handgun. Carlo was a really heavyset man weighing roughly 260 and having the height of 6’2.

“Danny Boy” Malone was another Irish descended hoodlum that was rather low ranking in the organization. He had a black windbreaker and blue jeans. He had black sunglasses but seemed a little less on the expensive clothes department. His gun did not have a holster and he kept it on his belt for quick access. Danny was the skinniest of the group weighing only 175 and being around 5’7 in height…


The three mobsters were joking and talking to each other for the whole ride. They finally reached the house and promptly parked in front of the house. Jack got out first to show it was the Maranzinos delegation. Carlo promptly followed and Danny stayed in the car…

Jack headed towards the door with Carlo in tow. The two mobsters promptly rang the door bell and waited for the Sureños to answer….

Later that day...

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One of the guys who was looking out the window shouted,

"Hey, he's here...the mob guy.."

Carlitos got up off the couch in the livingroom and stood beside Jose,

"Ok, everyone..just chill ok, gotta look good for SUR and these mob guys ehh.."

He spoke addressing the other four men in the room, three of which went out to the kitchen while one stood by the door ready to answear with a SPAS 12 tactical twelve G shotgun, Carlitos stood in the middle of the livingroom. All of the men in the house were told to wear gang colours, presentation was important.

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**Doorbell**

The man at the door opened it slowly...

"Come in holmes, right through here..."

Carlitos was certian Jack was who he said, when he saw the muscle who came with him,

Looks legit so far...I-ti muscle....

The man with the shotgun moved aside with the weapon, which he lowered once Carlitos gave him an eye movement...

Jack noticed the Mexican hood with the shotgun but kept his cool. This was the Sureños headquarters and it only made sense that they be armed to protect their territory. Jack continued to enter into the building with his “superior” in tow.

Carlo followed behind Jack and the big Italian man smiled revealing a set of pearly white teeth that almost looked shark’s mouth. This was why he was called the Shark by his mob associates and the fact that he had a violent reputation when extortion local businesses did not help support his case of being a nice guy.



Jack noticed that Carlo was attracting the attention of the Sureños and said, “Nick thought that a made guy should be present for the meeting…”


Jack waited for Carlitos reply….

FBI Agent Anthony "Tony" Gualteri kept watch on the meeting from the inside of his jet black Porsche Carrera. It was rumored that something big was going down and if it did Tony would call for backup and mow down any gangsters in his way For now he was gathering intelligence.

Alan decided to back off. He didn't want an officer killed infront of their HQ. He got back inside his Camaro and started it. He put his Glock in his coat pocket and his AK-102 in his glovebox. He drove off. He could see a couple of guys being handcuffed in the rearview mirror. He dialed a number.

"Police arrested two members. Get some money put aside for bail."

He closed the phone. He ran a stop sign and nearly hit an elderly couple crossing the street.

"Damn that was close. Don't want American blood on my hood. Now what to do? Check out the turf or get protection money?" Alan said to himeself.

He stopped in front of a store. He got out and walked inside. He nodded to the worker. The worker opened the Cash register and got out money. Alan took 50$ out of the stack and gave it to the guy.

"Buy yourself something nice." He said. He left the store. When he arrived at the next store he saw a robber in it. Time to do some work. He took his Glock out and crepted inside.

"Give me the fuckin money whitey!" A colored man said to the Cashier. Alan pistol whipped the robber in the head and knocked him cold.

"Thanks." The Cashier said. The Cashier gave him the money. Alan got in the car and drove away.

"Have fun explaining the knocked out guy." Thought Alan. He laughed at the thought.

OOC:Kriegorgrad, im ignoring your posts.

Special Agent Joesph Muller was one of the ATF agents assigned to the Firearms Division. He on his way to serve a warrant on a man who processed 4 illegal full automatic weapons. Roberts pull up to the house with a group of agents, the men covered each side of the home and Muller drew his SIG P228 and took his position at the door. He knocked on the door, "Police, Search Warrant." He repeated, no answer. He had one agent check a window, he saw nothing. Muller broke down the door and rushed the home. The suspect wasn't in the home but they found the weapons, and more guns. Then, one of the agents saw the man at another home across the street. Muller and another agent crossed the street, Muller yelling "Get down onto the ground." The suspect then did what Muller asked. Muller and co. took the man back to the Federal Building for questioning for connections to another crime that he supposly witnessed.

They arrived at the Los Angeles Federal Building, take the man to a room for questioning. Muller sat at one end of the table looking at the suspects and grabbing a pen and pad. "Ok, you supposly told some friends of yours that you witness a crime. If you tell us what you saw, we may lessen your time."
The suspect looked at him, "I saw some man in a white suit pull to a apartment complex, he said something like he wanted their guns or something. Then the bloods told him to get out, but pulled out a uzi or something gunned them all down, took their weapons and set the place on fire." Muller told a agent to get Murphy, Murphy came in and Muller told him the suspect's statement. Murphy asked "Do you remember what he looked like." The suspect replied "Asian or something." Murphy had something to look for.

Jack noticed the Mexican hood with the shotgun but kept his cool. This was the Sureños headquarters and it only made sense that they be armed to protect their territory. Jack continued to enter into the building with his “superior” in tow.

Carlo followed behind Jack and the big Italian man smiled revealing a set of pearly white teeth that almost looked shark’s mouth. This was why he was called the Shark by his mob associates and the fact that he had a violent reputation when extortion local businesses did not help support his case of being a nice guy.



Jack noticed that Carlo was attracting the attention of the Sureños and said, “Nick thought that a made guy should be present for the meeting…”


Jack waited for Carlitos reply….

Carlitos stepped forward reaching outwards to shake hands with the visitors,

"Welcome to my home, for those of you who don't know, i am Carltios Venegaz X13, i have been tasked with arranging a mutual agreement between our two organizations...one that we can both prosper from, together my friends"

"This way, into the livingroom if you would like to sit down...if not we can stay here?"

Jose stood in the kitchen doorway watching the mob guys standing there, he knew they were stacked..there was money to be made here with these guys.

OOC: Looks like yall been pretty busy i go to school for 8 hours and yall have four pages

OOC: Looks like yall been pretty busy i go to school for 8 hours and yall have four pages

OOC: :-) you like that? common! join in :-P

OOC: Hey, and remember that my gang just torched one of your gang's safehouse's.

IC: Jackie had nearly passed out from the bloodloss caused from the wound in his shoulder by the time he had reached the Ocean Palace Restaurant in Chinatown, LA. He parked his car in the alleyway behind the restaurant.

When he got out, he stumbled out of the car. Instantly, hands were on him to help him up. He recognized the people helping him, two White Tiger members. "Are you alright?" one of them asked.

"Shit, he's been hit," the other said.

Jackie could just barely respond as he began to come in and out of consciousness. "Mission... Mr. Chien..."

"Alright, we'll getcha patched up then we'll tell Mr. Chien you're here," one of the men said to him. Promptly, he passed out.

Carlitos stepped forward reaching outwards to shake hands with the visitors,

"Welcome to my home, for those of you who don't know, i am Carltios Venegaz X13, i have been tasked with arranging a mutual agreement between our two organizations...one that we can both prosper from, together my friends"

"This way, into the living room if you would like to sit down...if not we can stay here?"

Jose stood in the kitchen doorway watching the mob guys standing there, he knew they were stacked..there was money to be made here with these guys.


Jack and Carlo followed Carlitos to the living room and took a seat on the coach. The heavy Italian mobster promptly sighed upon sitting down and he looked around at Jose and the other X13 gangsters…


Jack took his seat quietly, He was watching Carlitos intently after a few minutes, Jack finally said, “The Maranzino Crew is ready to hear your counter offer. We know that you have enemies on the streets and that the cops are not the most friendly group to your organization. I am authorized to help rectify this situation by giving you guns and providing you with contacts to the local police station. We will also provide cash assistance in exchange for support on the street.

We would also like to purchase cocaine from you wholesale to distribute through our fronts and nightclubs. We are willing to hear your price for these requests…”



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Chinatown…….


Mr. Wong’s Restaurant….

Late In the Evening……..

Mr. Benny Wong ran his restaurant in china town for roughly twenty years. He had managed to make a thriving business but he had a weakness that would soon catch up with him. He loved to gamble and he had lately got himself in debt to Lono Demilo. The Capo of the Demilo Crew…


The Demilos were a more brutal outfit than the Maranzinos. They relied on brute force and intimidation to get their results and today Mr. Wong would suffer for not paying his debt on time…


The Chinese Restaurant was closed but a single 93 Grey Honda Accord pulled into the parking lot.. The four doors opened up and four African American gangsters got out of the car. The gangsters were dressed in grey trench coats and they had leather gloves. They also were carrying bats and metal pipes…

The first two gangsters took positions in front of the entrance of the Restaurant and the two others entered into Mr. Wong’s establishment…


The black gangsters promptly started to smash up Mr. Wong’s tables and windows. It was a brutal display of violence. Mr. Wong tried to stop them and promptly took a serious beating with a baseball bat. The old Chinese man cringed in pain as his lively hood was ransacked…


One of the Gangsters knelt down to the wounded Chinese man and said in his ear, “Mr. Demilo sends his regards. He said to pay your debts or else, Cephe! If you go to the cops the crew will make sure you and your family are never heard again!”


The black gangsters promptly smashed the cash register and took Mr. Wong’s money. They laughed as they entered their awaiting sedan and drove off…

Jackie began to stir from his blackout. He felt a little better and slightly rejuvinated, but as far as he was concerned, he still felt like crap. He then became aware that there were voices in the room.

"-sure? Who did it? Did they forget that this is still our turf?"

"Forget it, Chung, the old man never paid us much respect anyways. He deserved it."

"He was an old man, Kai! And he was still one of our own, a Chinaman. And he was in our 'hood. What do you think it'll say to the other gangs our there if we don't respond? They'll all try to move in on Chinatown!"

"Relax, Chung. I'm sure the Council will decide something soon."

"So who did it, do you know?"

"Yeah, some blacks. Heard it from the grapevine."

"Grapevine, eh? So what else did you here, Bloods? Crips?"

"Neither, mafia."

"You're kidding, me. Mafia-men? I didn't know they allowed blacks in the mafia."

"Well, apparently they do. Well, they were dressed like mafia-men. What'd they call them in the videogame? Right, soldados, or something like that."

"You don't think-"

"Nah, it ain't the Capara-Capara, you know, that Italian gang that we know about's style. Probably someone else."

"Fuck. Well, I hope the Council lets our guns loose. No one messes with anyone on our turf."

"I hear that."

Jackie decided to make himself noticed as he let a groan, rollled over on his side, and sat up.

One of the two men in the room turned to him. "Easy there, pal. Mr. Chien wanted to see you as soon as you woke up. Are you alright, what happened?"

"Lay off him, Chung," the other man, Kai, told him. "He just woke up and he needs to get going." Kai turned to Jackie. "You should get going. Mr. Chien told us to take your loot up to him so he can look at it. He wants your report."

Jackie nodded. "I should get going, then." Leaving the VIP lounge of the restaurant's brothel level, he left for Mr. Chien's office.

OOC: The non Italian Gangsters are not Soldatos, they are merely associated muscle of the Crew. The Italians are merely using them to avoid taking jail time should a witness talk…

OOC: Sorry, it wasn't ment to be taken serious. It was just random banter between two Triad members.

Jack and Carlo followed Carlitos to the living room and took a seat on the coach. The heavy Italian mobster promptly sighed upon sitting down and he looked around at Jose and the other X13 gangsters…


Jack took his seat quietly, He was watching Carlitos intently after a few minutes, Jack finally said, “The Maranzino Crew is ready to hear your counter offer. We know that you have enemies on the streets and that the cops are not the most friendly group to your organization. I am authorized to help rectify this situation by giving you guns and providing you with contacts to the local police station. We will also provide cash assistance in exchange for support on the street.

We would also like to purchase cocaine from you wholesale to distribute through our fronts and nightclubs. We are willing to hear your price for these requests…”

Carlitos sat there listening, he payed close attention to Jack, when asked about their counter offers he replied quickly...

"Sureños intend to supply you with the following,

Information, the word on the street...

Clean cash, we have the means to wash street money for what ever you have to offer us....

We can supply you with some loyal street soldiers when you need them, vato locos esse....we have muscle,... real soldiers cabron'...

Lastly we offer large amounts of shit holmes, we get re-upped from the South...Mexico and beyond esse...you looking for cocaine? heroin? green? what you need?"

Carlitos sat there on the couch keeping eye contact with Jack, he glanced over at the Italians to see how they reacted to the counter offer, he snapped his fingers and one of the X13 guys went out the front door closing it behind him,

"Ahh, please be patient...discuss the offer among your people, he will be back in a moment with somthing i have to show you"

Afew minutes later the front door opened and the man who left strolled in with two more gang bangers, one held a duffel bag and the other held a breif case. The bag was opened and a clear package was set on the table, the contents s pure white in a block, Carlitos smiled and produced a switch blade setting it on top of the KG so they could get the product open....

Secondly the breifcase was opened revealing 50,000 in clean crisp bills,

"That is a gift from El Plague to your boss esse...good will"

After Juan and the 2 new recruits were finished scaring off the 2 bloods that had infringed on their turf, they decided to pick up a few more guys and head down to Chinatown. He'd heard about the crazy little asian guy that had opened fire on a blood stronghold, and it shook him up. It was time for 18th street to send a message.

Juan picked up 3 more guys and "borrowed" a pickup truck. 2 guys were now sitting in the bed of the truck, 4 in the truck itself. As they rode through Chinatown, Juan kept an eye out for any triad members. Unfortunately they werent like most gangsters, so it was hard to spot them. Finally Juan set his eyes on a young, ambitious looking asian man. He would have to do.

They pulled up alonside the man, he barely had time to look over at them before Juan unloaded with his MAC-10. Over a dozen bullets slammed into his body, death was instantaneous. The 2 men sitting in the bed of the truck quickly jumped out and spray painted an 18 across the young mans bloody chest, and then another across the building behind him. If anything would send a message, this was it.

"LA is our city!" thought Juan, "if those fuckers think they can just walk in here and pull their bullshit asian shit theyre sadly fuckin mistaken. Walking around in the middle of the day smokin bloods?! Thats our job!"

Carlitos sat there listening, he payed close attention to Jack, when asked about their counter offers he replied quickly...

"Sureños intend to supply you with the following,

Information, the word on the street...

Clean cash, we have the means to wash street money for what ever you have to offer us....

We can supply you with some loyal street soldiers when you need them, vato locos esse....we have muscle,... real soldiers cabron'...

Lastly we offer large amounts of shit holmes, we get re-upped from the South...Mexico and beyond esse...you looking for cocaine? heroin? green? what you need?"

Carlitos sat there on the couch keeping eye contact with Jack, he glanced over at the Italians to see how they reacted to the counter offer, he snapped his fingers and one of the X13 guys went out the front door closing it behind him,

"Ahh, please be patient...discuss the offer among your people, he will be back in a moment with something i have to show you"

A few minutes later the front door opened and the man who left strolled in with two more gang bangers, one held a duffel bag and the other held a breif case. The bag was opened and a clear package was set on the table, the contents s pure white in a block, Carlitos smiled and produced a switch blade setting it on top of the KG so they could get the product open....

Secondly the briefcase was opened revealing 50,000 in clean crisp bills,

"That is a gift from El Plague to your boss esse...good will"


The mobsters were pleased with the counter offer and their smiles showed this fact. The Italian wise guy Carlo merely nodded at Jack’s direction and Jack realized he had the go ahead to see what was going on…


The sight of the pure white block was more than Jack could hope for. He promptly used the switchblade to open the product to examine it. Jack after a few minutes of closely examining the product decided it was pure. He gave Carlo a nod to show that everything seemed alright.

The briefcase of cash was quickly accepted by Carlo and he said, “Mr Maranzino will be pleased to accept this gesture of good will. We have also have brought an offer of good will ourselves…”

Jack promptly stood up and headed towards the door. Carlo looks at Carlitos and said, “He is going to get the gift, Your counter offer is perfectly acceptable to the Maranzino crew. I believe we will be willing to buy heroin and cocaine from you.

We are willing to pay in cash of course to any drop off point of your choosing. We also would like to employ your soldiers to protect some of our establishments from rival gang activity. I mean the night clubs and brothels under our control are in constant need of muscle to protect them. We are willing to pay your members individually or we will be willing to pay the crew directly.”


Jack promptly opens up the trunk of the black Impala and picks up two duffel bags. The bags are loaded with bulges come out of them. The Irish gangster promptly heads back to the door with Danny Boy following him. The Irish mobsters make sure to look around before entering into the house…


Jack gets over the living room and puts the duffel bags on the table… He lets Carlitos open them inside would be a cache of UZIs and MK23 pistols. The silencers and bullets were in the second duffel bag…….


Jack added, “This is but a sample of what your crew will be getting from our outfit. The money will be brought to you in increments to better hide it from the Feds.”

Jackie stared at the ground in front of him as he kneeled before Mister Chien Jingsun, the leader of the LA operations of the White Tiger. "You have done well," Mr. Chien finally conceded after counting all of the ammo cartridges.

Suddenly, a man wearing a white suit and a white tie, the uniform of a White Tiger messenger and assassin, entered the room and bowed. "Sir, an attack from the 18th Street Gang. They killed one of our men that was heading home." Promptly, two other White Tiger dragged in the body of the murdered triad who had the number 18 spray painted onto his chest. He was riddled with bullets.

All of the soldiers looked towards their leader. "I see," Mr. Chien said. "I would have like to look into who destroyed Mr. Wong's restaurant, but this calls for immediate action." He gestured to the man's body. "For every bullet in his body, four 18 Street must die." He waved them off. "Tell the others. Bring me heads as proof of the deaths and for head count. Dismissed!" As Jackie rose to leave as well, Mr. Chien called him back. "Wait!"

Jackie turned and bowed. "Yes, sir?"

"I want you to burn one of their strongholds." Mr. Chien took out a large piece of white paper from on a nightstand nearby. He dipped a large calligraphy brush into a basin of red ink then wrote the Chinese symbol for Death onto it along with small words underneath that read, 'The Fury of the Tiger is Matched By Lightning.' Mr. Chien handed this to Jackie. "Take this with you and leave it after you burn the safehouse. Take men with you."

Jackie accepted the letter and bowed once more. "I shall do as the White Tiger requests, sir."

Juan now sat in his stronghold, celebrating after the days proceedings. He'd made thousands in drug sales, scared off some bloods, and fucked up some pretty ass asian boy. The only thing that worried him now was what the Triad's response would be, but a hit off of his crack pipe soon cleared up those worries. Technically 18th street members werent supposed to use hard drugs like crack cocaine, but since Juan basically ruled this neighborhood nobody really cared.

Dozens upon dozens of 18th streeters were partying inside the stronghold, which was a large broken down apartment building, and hundreds more were walking the streets in this central 18th street barrio. There were between 8,000 and 15,000 18th street members in LA county alone. Even Juan didnt know the exact number, although he knew there were at least several hundred hardcore heavily armed 18th streeters in this neighborhood alone, with many more that would come to their aid or were sympathetic too the gang. It wouldnt be too intelligent for the triad to do anything rash, for that could cause this to escalate into a full scale turf war, and from what Juan had seen the Triad wouldnt fair too well. Just to be cautious though, around 25 heavily armed men were hanging out near the stronghold, but they were likely to be drunk, high, or a combination of the two; and the shit that crazy asian dude pulled on the bloods still bothered Juan.

Carlitos was pleased that the mob guys were content with what he had to offer, their smiles showed they were more than interested. When the guns were brought in Carlitos and the others were in awe looking at the amount of firepower they were just given....

“This is but a sample of what your crew will be getting from our outfit. The money will be brought to you in increments to better hide it from the Feds.”

Carlitos nodded,

"Mr Maranzino is most generous to his... 'friends', i can arrange you muscle for your establishments by tomorrow, good, loyal, soldiers esse"

He lit a cigerette and continued,

"As for payment, all earnings come back to the gang and we will distribute it among your employees...our members...we would like to keep people from getting confused of who they work for holmes"

"So everything is good?"

He leaned back in the chair and exhailed smoke, Jose walked over to the bag on the floor and removed a Uzi 9mm SMG, he looked it over and picked up a mag sliding it into the grip of the weapon, looking pleased he went towards the kitchen to show it to the others.

Carlitos was pleased that the mob guys were content with what he had to offer, their smiles showed they were more than interested. When the guns were brought in Carlitos and the others were in awe looking at the amount of firepower they were just given....



Carlitos nodded,

"Mr Maranzino is most generous to his... 'friends', I can arrange you muscle for your establishments by tomorrow, good, loyal, soldiers esse"

He lit a cigarette and continued,

"As for payment, all earnings come back to the gang and we will distribute it among your employees...our members...we would like to keep people from getting confused of who they work for holmes"

"So everything is good?"

He leaned back in the chair and exhaled smoke, Jose walked over to the bag on the floor and removed a Uzi 9mm SMG, he looked it over and picked up a mag sliding it into the grip of the weapon, looking pleased he went towards the kitchen to show it to the others.


Jack continued to smile and Carlo nodded in reply to Carlitos.. The Maranzino crew was satisfied with the arrangements and finally Jack said, “I believe that we have come to a perfect understanding of each other. Mr. Maranzino, has placed me in charge of all dealings between our two crews. If you wish to make a request to Mr. Maranzino or to any one in the upper levels of the Family just come to me. I work out of the Little Chicago night club in Beverley Hills. You and your crew are more than welcome in our joint…”


Carlo smiled and got up from his seat and headed towards the door. He was holding the briefcase and would be the one to present it to Mr. Maranzino. It was his right as a made guy and Jack knew better than to try and fight him over the honor..


Danny Boy was waiting out by the door his pistol still noticeable by his waist. The mobster upon seeing Carlo promptly moved out of his way and opened up the left rear section of the Black Impala. Carlo got in and waited for Jack….


Jack waited for Carlitos to dismiss him from his home. Jack was staying as a courtesy in case the Mexican hood needed to ask any more questions or ask for more favors…

"Did you wear what I told you to?" Jackie asked as he sat in the bed of the pick-up. A man climbed onto the bed wearing a red bandana, shades over his eyes, and a large, red T-shirt that billowed over his knees. "Good."

"Tell me the plan again?" The man muttered as 5 other men climbed onto the flatbed, 3 similarily dressed, 2 dressed the same as Jackie, wearing a black sweater, black pants, and a ski mask over their head. "Because I'm pretty sure I missed out on something in the memo that told me to come here. And why aren't you dressed this stupid, Jackie?"

"I told you, Taylor" Jackie said. "18th Street is having a party. Do a drive-by, get the Hell out, then get into civvies and hide. Do as much damage as possible, but try to not get killed."

"Oh, that's real encouraging," the man known as Taylor commented. "And why did we have to dress like idiots? I thought that the Bloods were the ones you just attacked. So why are we dressed like our enemie?"

"Because," Jackie replied, "18th Street Gang is our bigger enemy. And they don't like the Bloods very much either. Better have them look their way than completely at ours. That way, they can't pin all of the blame on us if some of their men end up in the morgue."

"Alright, alright, I get it." Taylor waved to the 3 men dressed like him. "Alright, let's go kill some 18th Street, Bloods." They got off and walked towards a lowrider they had 'borrowed' from a local chop shop.

After the 4 men got off of the flatbed, the driver turned around to look at Jackie. "You do know that this has got to be the stupidest idea you've ever had, right?" It was Charlie and he was not very amused.

Jackie nodded as scooted over next to the cab of the pick-up and said into the window. "I know, just get driving. While our fake Bloods rough-up that party, we're going to burn that stronghold."

"Another one?" Charlie asked. "By the gods, how many of them can you take down in one day?"

"Enough," Jackie replied nonchalantly. "Depends how far apart they are and how late in the day I start."

"Alright, you crazy bastard, let's get moving." Charlie started the ignition.

Jackie made a mental recount of their plan. While the White Tigers disguised as Bloods pulled off their little stunt, him, Charlie, the Triad in the passenger seat and the 2 in the flatbed with Jackie would try to take out the stronghold without causing too much of a ruckus. With a 5-man squad involved, it should be a piece of cake under the cover of nightfall.

As they drove out of the Ocean Palace parking lot, Jackie's mind soon went to the burlap sack next to him and the machete slung across each of the White Tigers' backs. In accordance to the new order from Mr. Chien to decapitate over 24 White Tigers, Jackie figured the decapitated bodies of any 18th Street they came across outside would send be a good message to send to the 18 Street Gang.

Jackie drew his Beretta 9mm and cocked it before attatching the silencer. The others saw what he was doing and followed his lead. This mission was a matter of stealth, for the most part, and had to be if they all wanted to get out alive.

No sooner than Jackie finish his thoughts did he notice their car come to a stop a little ways away from their target, a 4-story apartment complex that had three sleepy street soldiers guarding the front stoop while a single one walked around. Eventually, the patrolling 18th Street soldier walked up to the side of the building and began to relieve his bladder.

Charlie cut the lights to the pick-up and everyone dismounted the vehicle quietly. In a single-file line, they all followed Jackie with one man bringing up the rear, carrying the molotovs. Jackie drew his machete.

As the man was finishing up his business on the side of the building, Jackie's machete slashed his throat. Gargling for air as blood entered his asophagus, the man was shoved forward by Charlie into the wall and finished off. Jackie collected the severed head in his burlap sack.

Jackie waved the others forward, hugging the wall as they neared the corner. Jackie held up his hands then counted down from 5. At 1, they all wheeled around and began to fire as quickly and accurately as they could at the 3 unsuspecting 18th Street gangsters.

They all ran towards the stoop. Jackie quietly ordered Charlie and 2 others to decapitate the men and set them by the grass. He then grabbed a molotov from the man that had been carrying the six-pack of molotovs and ordered the others to do the same.

After all of the heads had been collected and the molotovs distributed, Jackie pointed out the targets, two to the bottom level, one to each subsequent level. He held up his hand again and counted down. At 1, they threw their explosives and ran back to the truck.

As they drove passed, they saw several people trying to escape as the fire began to spread, catching into furniture, the floor, the walls, and anything else they could catch on. The White Tigers returned to their stronghold in Chinatown. On the bodies of one of the decapitated 18th Street members was the letter that Mr. Chien had written.

I believe that we have come to a perfect understanding of each other. Mr. Maranzino, has placed me in charge of all dealings between our two crews. If you wish to make a request to Mr. Maranzino or to any one in the upper levels of the Family just come to me. I work out of the Little Chicago night club in Beverley Hills. You and your crew are more than welcome in our joint…”


Said Jack as they all stood up as a sign of respect, the big Italian smiled and left with the case. Carlitos walked Jack to the door,

"That is it my friend, we thank you holmes...if i need to get at you i know where to go, we will need to have a chat tomorrow about them guys we promise you"

He patted him on the shoulder,

"It is better we meet in person esse, you get at me later on when and where...you pick this time Cabron"

Carlitos looked at the Impala and gave a single nod.

The Longshoreman Union Hall……



The Demilo headquarters was the Longshoreman Union Hall located in Malibu. The black gangsters drove all the way back from Chinatown to see Mr. Demilo and report that they had done the job he had requested of them…

The gangsters promptly parked their Honda Accord and exited out of the vehicle. They were greeted by two Italian union reps that nodded in their direction. It was no secret the union reps were really made guys in the Capergazi Crime Family. They were dressed in black business suites and looked like throwbacks from reservoir dogs..


The trench coated gangsters entered into the Union Hall and promptly entered Mr. Demilo’s office.. The Capo Lono Demilo looked a grown Michael Corleone with his jet black slicked back hair and his tuxedo. He was looking at his four henchmen and asked, “Did Mr. Wong receive my message?”

The lead gangster said, “Yes, Mr. Demilo, Benny Wong is currently in the hospital and your message was delivered crystal clear. I think he will pay next time his collection date comes up..”


Lono smiled and said, “good, I want you boys to go back to Chinatown and handle another situation. It seems that a Mr. Bobby Wu has decided to not allow his workers to unionize. He is importing scab laborers and not giving our union the proper respect that it deserves. I want you to send Mr. Bobby Wu a message from the Family…”

Lono pasted a letter using cut out letters from various magazines and on it said, “To those that exploit their own…”

The thugs took the letter and headed to Chinatown in their Honda Accord. The black gangsters were armed with UZI submachine guns and 9mm Berretta pistols this time and they planned to give Mr. Bobby Wu’s retail store an explosive proclamation…


Chinatown…
The Next Evening….

The black gangsters approached Bobby Wu’s retail store. The stubborn Chinese man had refused to listen to the Italian union representatives and now the Demilo crew was going into action…

The black mobsters quickly got out of their vehicle and this time they put on black ski masks. They walked into the retail store and quickly held up the joint. The lead gangster walked over towards Bobby’s office and opened the door. The frightened owner coward behind his desk..

This did not deter the black mobster and he promptly sprayed Bobby with UZI fire at point blank range… The others played crowd control and starting firing their submachine guns in the air…

The lead gangster put the note on Bobby’s body to leave the message behind. It was obviously a mob hit and they ran out to their gray Honda Accord. They would get about three blocks from the retail store and quickly burrow another get away vehicle to make a hasty get away out of Chinatown…



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The nod was all the mobsters needed. They promptly left the neighborhood to report back to Mr. Maranzino. He would want to know that Mexican mob was on the crew’s side… It was going perfect. The Irish hit man thought as his cohorts started to talk amongst each other about the sweetheart deal they had set up for the organization..

Little Chicago Night Club……


Nick Maranzino was impressed with the cash gift and promptly had it sent to one of his many money laundering rackets to hide it in some Swiss bank account…

Nick congratulated his men on a job well done. Jack stood proudly that he had managed to earn the praise of his boss and get some extra cash for this month’s pay…

Carlitos called Ramirez who came over personally with some other guys to pick up the guns. The Surenos Captian was pleased with the deals progress once he inspected the contents of the bag, he told Carlitos to get some guys together to send over to the Maranzino's to help with their muscle issue, it was his duty to decide who goes.

On his way out Ramirez said turning around,

"I knew you had it in you young hommie, right to the top esse...get at me when you have a product demand from those vato's"

He appeared to be in a good mood, he had the privilage of taking this information back to El Plague getting credit for it...he had every right to feel good.

Carlitos went back into the house and spoke with Jose,

"This looks good on us esse, these mob guys are real vatos ehh!"

Jose gave him props,

"Hell yeah holmes, cheak this shit out..."

The two went over to have a look at some of the new guns Jack brought over, three Uzi's and three MK23's were left behind for the guys, payment from Ramirez. As they sat loading clips with loose rounds Jose spoke,

"So why Caesar pull you in that room holmes? whats up?"

Carlitos placed a bullet in a pistol clip then looked up,

"Caesar told me El Plague is thinkin' bout a push into another gangs turf...take out some vatos takin' cash out our pockets..."

Jose grinned and pushed the subject,

"Against who esse? who is it?"

Carlitos tossed a bullet at Jose's head,

"GOT YOU NOW, PUTO! BULLET TO THE HEAD!"

Jose jumped up and dove at Carlitos,

"Tell me, common Carlitos!"

They laughed, Venegas slapped Jose in his bald head..

"Sit down fool...i can't say, ask me again some time..or i tell you before it happens but i gotta keep my mouth shut now..."

Jose sat back on the couch and pulled out a bag of weed and some papers,

"Those guns esse, thats exactly what we need..."

Carlitos nodded twice,

"El Plague is getting more holmes...when Jack gets at me i gotta meet him and place an order.."

"Serious?...damn...we are goin' to war.."

ooc: You got the apartment complex right, but only 4 men guarding it? Considering that their was a huge party going on that night and that the 18th streeters were on high alert, thats not correct. Did you even read my last post? Either way, i'll just rp that you hit that wrong target.

IC: Juan had passed out ours ago at the party, but a splash of cold water to the face woke him up. Just as he was about to take a swing at the person that had awoken him, they began to speak.

"Yo, we got a problem."

"It had better be pretty fuckin important."

"The white tiger have retaliated. They attacked one of our outlying strongholds. 4 bangers got their fuckin heads chopped off, and a few more died in the fire they fuckin set."

"How do you know it was them?"

"We found this note on one of the bodies."

"Is there any other bad news?!"

"Actually, yeah. Your brother Ricky was in that building when they attacked."

"WHAT! THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS! Alright everybody listen up!", said Juan as he walked outside and climbed onto a truck so everyone could see him.

"Alright, shit is going down tonight! I want a full motherfuckin quarantine of the piece of shit they call Chinatown! Spread the word, every motherfuckin asian bitch you see in 18th street territory or even outside of it better get the fuck out! If they dont want to leave, cap their ass! Also, I want you to find me a fuckin chinamen and send him down to chinatown with a message. I've got to talk with this Chien guy I keep hearing about and tell him what the fuck is up! If he doesnt want to talk, Chinatown burns!"

This speech was met with thunderous cheering, hollering, and general disorder. It was quickly spread around the whole city. Chinatown was on lockdown. Every available and ready 18th streeter was now out on the streets doing a little "ethnic cleansing". A few of the targeted people refused to leave, but they were promptly taken care of. Luckily there werent many to deal with, as LA is a mostly hispanic city. This would also make things a lot easier for Juan as he prepared to set up a talk with Chien at a neutral location.

OOC: Actually, if you read my post, you would know that where my guy attacked a different stronghold on purpose because it would be stupid to go against like a hundred people with so few people. The people that attacked the party were White Tigers dresed up as Bloods who would do a drive-by.

OOC: Actually, if you read my post, you would know that where my guy attacked a different stronghold on purpose because it would be stupid to go against like a hundred people with so few people. The people that attacked the party were White Tigers dresed up as Bloods who would do a drive-by.

Well alright then rp it. Either way, my post still stands, mainly because you still did kill several 18th streeters and leave a note on their bodies. I will change it, however, if you rp the driveby.

Sorry...just found this SO appropriate...

Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do'
Thinking will i live, another twenty-fo'
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
Which court, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking niggers everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day

Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn't even look in a niggaz direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' lil Joe I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino.
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day

Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
she didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Ice Cube's a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day.

OOC: Right, I meant to do that last night, but time prevented me from doing so.

While Jackie and his cronies attacked the smaller, less important White Tiger compound, the White Tiger Jackie had sent disguised as Bloods were on their way to the 18th Street party.

The senior-most member of the 4-man group, named Taylor, drove the vehicle. The 3 that rode with him in the side and rear passenger seats were all armed with mini-Uzi SMGs. They were going to do much damage, but this was only a small drive-by to divert some of 18th Street's fury.

When the sound of loud music reached their ears, Taylor knew they were close. "Get ready!" he yelled before he floored the accelerator. The car lurched forward, windows rolled down and SMGs held at the ready, and as they reached the first mass of 18 Streets, the men fired to the right at the party-goers. "Bloods fo' life, bitches!" he yelled in a convincing gangsta impersonation.

He drove as quickly as the car would allow him, pushing at about 90 as triple-Uzi fire drilled into the crowd. Bullets flew back at them, hitting the man in the passenger seat in the chest. As he drove, Taylor picked up the Uzi and resumed firing while driving.

A raging torrent of bullets continued to tear at them, but thanks to the fact that metal protected most of their vital organs and that they were moving at a rather high speed, they were a bit harder to hit.

One of the men in the back was hit, leaving his Uzi at the hands of the final man in the back who fired back with both them. However, he had to pause to reload and was struck in the chest. He slumped over inside the vehicle and onto the floor.

Deciding that enough was enough and that enough death had been caused, Taylor drifted hard left and drove into a street leading away from the party. He saw in the rear-view mirror that some men were getting into their cars to chase him.

Taylor drifted hard right this time, getting out of view of his would-be pursuers. He drove straight for three blocks before drifting hard right, then left before entering a small alleyway between two liquor stores. There, a van was waiting for them.

Out of the van, two White Tigers with HK MP5s, one of the rarer and finer pieces of the White Tiger arsenal, came out of the van dragging three White men wearing similar Blood clothing. The men were alive and bound by their hands. The White Tigers dragged them over to the car where the bodies of the slain White Tigers were and put them in their exact place. The White Tigers executed the white men using the same exact gunshot wounds the slain White Tigers bore and laid them in the exact same position and the slain White Tigers' shades placed over their eyes. Meanwhile, the actual slain White Tigers were loaded onto the van and placed on the far corner.

Taylor and the two men jumped into the van and the van started off. As they began driving, one of the men said, "Damn, I didn't think we'd need to use all of the bodies."

"Yeah," the other commented. "What the fuck happened?"

Taylor shook his head as he dropped his shades and shook his head. "Didn't know that there'd be too many of them. Man, I can't wait to get back home."

Suddenly, the driver spoke up. "Uh, that is, if we're gonna have a home to go back to."

"Whaddya mean?" Taylor asked, confused and apprehensive.

"Trouble," was all the driver said as they continued driving back to Chinatown.

Bumpity...

IC:
Zeid Allawi had heard of the hits being done on the Chinks, and accordingly sent out a message to all the parties involved "do what you want, but no shit 2 blocks around my turf, the sand box is off limits" after that he sent another message to the Italians, offering a low level alliance and info on Federal movements in exchange for their best guns, he also called abroad ordering several semis and SMGs for patrolling, and told the Ikhwan to watch their areas tight

Message to the 18th streeters:
"we have heard of what happened and we would like to offer our sincere apologies, should you wish it, we would take care of law enforcement for you, in exchange for friendship, and keeping your dealers off 2 blocks around the sandbox, Zeid Allawi"

Tony and several other FBI agents sat in a room in HQ reviewing the tape of the Mafia meeting. Nothing extremely incriminating besides intent to sell narcotics and even distribution from the gift the Surenos had given to the mobsters, but a charge was a charge. The raid was put together in record time and soon a 10 man SWAT team and 5 FBI agents including Tony were on their way to the Surenos headquarters way out in the barrios of LA. The SWAT team was carrying MP5s and the FBI Agents were carrying Bushmaster M4A3s. The SWAT van sped down the street and the team jumped out in front of the house. They assembled near the door and the hinges were blown off by a breaching shotgun. Tony kicked down the door and held his M4 up as he stepped into the house.

A SWAT van was seen entering the neibourhood by watchmen armed with phones. Carlitos was not at the house, he had went to the store down the street leaving Jose in charge, Jose got the call but by this time SWAT was already outside..

**BOOM** a shotgun blast echoed...

"POLICE! POLICE!.. go go go!"

Everyone in the house scrambled for the back door, Jose ran into the back yard, jumped on top of the dog house, climbed over the fence and took off down the street. The back screen door swung shut and a SUR member ran into it, then another ran into him,

"Puto! FUCK!"

Two more who were trying to escape got down and spread their legs waiting for the police. Carlitos walked back up the street to see SWAT everywhere,

"Holy fuck..."

he stood there watching making no attempt to run as it would bring attention to himself, half the neibourhood was already outside veiwing the events.....

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! FUCK!"

"Get down on the fucking floor and put your hands behind your head!" Jack yelled at the gang members.

The team quickly combed the small house as the SWAT members handcuffed the men squirming on the floor. They found a block of heroin and three bags of heroin along with over a pound of weed. They didn't find Carlitos though, he must've escaped or just not been home.

The men inside the house had decided not to resist. Carlitos was out raged when he saw SWAT drag members of his crew out of the house in handcuffs,

"Shit... Ramirez gotta know.."

He watched to see if Jose was brought out, then he suddenly got a text..

Don't go back house, raid 911 It came from Jose

Carlitos looked around at the people crowded out front, he ducked into the crowd and dashed into an alley way headed to another safe house, he knew Jose would goto Huntington Park and he would join him there, then Carlitos would contact Ramirez and Jack.

A prison van came to collect the suspects and the FBI agents went along with them for interrogation. They brought the gang members into the interrogation room and told them to sit down in chairs.

"First off, wheres your leader?"

A prison van came to collect the suspects and the FBI agents went along with them for interrogation. They brought the gang members into the interrogation room and told them to sit down in chairs.

"First off, wheres your leader?"

The first Surenos member they had taken into the interrogation room was asked,

"First off, wheres your leader?"

He laughed and said nothing....

"I said, wheres your leader?"

Tony pulled out his gun and placed it on the gang bangers head.

"If you don't tell me my gun could just accidentally misfire, all the Agents in here would corroborate and you'd be dead. Now tell me what I want to know."

OOC: I posted with my new nation, Hirosakia is me.

"I said, wheres your leader?"

Tony pulled out his gun and placed it on the gang bangers head.

"If you don't tell me my gun could just accidentally misfire, all the Agents in here would corroborate and you'd be dead. Now tell me what I want to know."

OOC: Ok, lol i was confused.

The gang banger smirked,

"You kill me or he will, either way im dead if i tell you that shit holmes...and..there is this little thing called loyalty esse, all you cops and shit always tryin to get us to give up our people to you...but would you give up your people to me?"

Three days later………

Jack Connelly was driving from his motel in Beverly Hills in his black 96 Chevrolet Impala. The mob hit man and his two mob associates was currently getting ready to set up a sit down with Carlitos to make set up a demand for his drug supply.


Jack headed down to Carlitos house to pickup the Surenos L.T. and escort him to “Little Chicago” The infamous mob run nightclub that served as home base for the Maranzino Crew. It was during the drive down the neighborhood that the mobsters noticed the police barriers around the house.

The mobsters figured this meant that the police had hit the house. This pissed off Jack and he screamed, “Jesus Christ! We should have gotten the local cops on the take before having the meeting…”

Carlo “The Shark” Calzone looked around and made a judgment call, “Okay, Lets meet up with some of their street soldiers and set up another meeting…”


Jack smiled and replied, “Good idea, It seems like we need to post bail if the police pinched Carlitos. If they did not catch him we can find him on the streets.”


Danny Boy smiled and asked, “Should we whack him to prevent him from talking?”

Jack slapped Danny across the head and replied, “If you ever suggest that again, I will whack you for your stupidity. We do not hit a potential business partner unless the top gives the orders to do so. I doubt Carlitos would talk anyway. We have enough power to get him in prison and if he testifies the feds would have to put him in witness protection to keep our guys from getting him…”

Jack then drives the Impala towards a nearby street coroner and calls from the driver window out to some Sureños gang bangers, “Hey, Carlitos sent us to meet up with him. Where is he at?”

The gang bangers stood there staring at him, then suddenly one pushed his way out of the crowd,

"Heeey! Jack Esse!"

It was Jose, he walked right up to the car...

"Yo holmes,...SWAT hit us esse, got five vatos probably up on gun and drug charges, not Carlitos..he went out holmes, i know where he's at though if you lookin' to get at him"

He waited for a responce from the Irishman.

The gang bangers stood there staring at him, then suddenly one pushed his way out of the crowd,

"Heeey! Jack Esse!"

It was Jose, he walked right up to the car...

"Yo holmes,...SWAT hit us esse, got five vatos probably up on gun and drug charges, not Carlitos..he went out holmes, i know where he's at though if you lookin' to get at him"

He waited for a responce from the Irishman.

Jack smiled and replied, “Yeah, We need to talk to Carlitos. Nick wants to get the product moving..”

Carlo smiled and said, “I will call Nick, I think our friends are going to need bail money, and lawyers, to deal with these trumped up charges…”

Danny nodded in agreement…


Carlo starts to dial his cell…..


Jack adds, “Get in, You can lead us to Carlitos…”

Danny boy gets out of the shotgun spot of the Impala and opens it for Jose…

Jose nodded and jumped in the passenger seat.

"Alright, cool holmes...i was gonna say that i should go with you anyways Esse, we are heading to Huntington Park.... up there we got Corona Park Locos , Cyclones 13 , F 13 , Huntington Park Locos , Newell Street , Middleton Boys 13 , and The Bratz (TBZ) holmes... not just anyone can roll through there ehh? once they see you around and know you with El Plague you be aright"

He looked at the guy on the cellphone,

"On the street cellular phones are heat man, call em' burners holmes...thats why we communicate using text messaging, pigs can't get a text message, when they run those wire taps on us they can never figure out why we don't talk, just silence...because when text's are sent the phones appear to be connecting when really it's just the other receiving the message"

Jose grinned,

"Don't ask how i know that either...just heard down the line you know holmes, haha"

Jose nodded and jumped in the passenger seat.

"Alright, cool holmes...i was gonna say that i should go with you anyways Esse, we are heading to Huntington Park.... up there we got Corona Park Locos , Cyclones 13 , F 13 , Huntington Park Locos , Newell Street , Middleton Boys 13 , and The Bratz (TBZ) holmes... not just anyone can roll through there ehh? once they see you around and know you with El Plague you be aright"

He looked at the guy on the cellphone,

"On the street cellular phones are heat man, call em' burners holmes...thats why we communicate using text messaging, pigs can't get a text message, when they run those wire taps on us they can never figure out why we don't talk, just silence...because when text's are sent the phones appear to be connecting when really it's just the other receiving the message"

Jose grinned,

"Don't ask how i know that either...just heard down the line you know holmes, haha"



Jack grinned, “We were hoping that our street reputation would keep the other gangs from trying to target us. I mean look we are not even in colors. We wear street clothes….”


Carlo smiled and hung up the cellphone. He starts to text Nick to get a message through….

Hey Boss, The boys need to set bail and get some of our friends out of the clink…

From: Carlo…



Nick replies about three minutes later:

Sure. I will send the Jew lawyer and some bail money to get our friends out of the can…

From: Nick


Carlo smiled and said, “It’s done, The Maranzino Crew is going to send some of our lawyers to help your crew out of this jam..”


Jack said, “Thanks for the tip, I did not know they could trace our cells on the streets…”


Danny Boy closes the passenger door and enters the left side of the rear seat of the Impala behind Jose….

Jack heads off away from the corner and said, “Okay, lead the way…”

OCC: Interestd, but cant find OCC thread.

ooc: heres the new post, i'll delete the old one.

A splash of cold water woke up Juan, who had been passed out for hours. Just as he was about the deck the person who had woken him from his drunken slumber, they spoke.

"We've got a problem"

"Will it better be god damn important!"

"One of our outlying strongholds was burned to the ground, around 6 people were found dead, 4 of them decapitated. We also found this note from the White tiger on one of the bodies, and whats more... you better sit down for this... your brother Ricky was killed in the fire."

"WHAT?! THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!" said Juan just before he angrily stormed outside.

He barely had time to get out the door, however, before the car full of "bloods" drove by and unloaded on the crowd of 18th streeters. Uzi fire sprayed into the crowd, taking out over 10 people immediately. The rest then either hit the ground or returned fire, successfully taking out the 3 enemy gunners.

Once the car sped off and was lost in pursuit, the pursuing cars returned back to the stronghold. Juan then assembled whatever 18th streeters he could find, and began adressing a crowd around one hundred, which still only represented a fraction of those he could reach.

"Alright heres the deal. First of all, I want those White Tiger motherfuckers on lockdown. From now on, if you see any asian guy on the street, and i mean ANY, you tell that motherfucker to get out of the city or fucking else. If they dont want to leave, break their legs and dump them in a ditch somewhere. Or just shoot em, I dont give a fuck. Second of all, I dont want anybody, especially any asian guy, entering or leaving Chinatown without us nowing about it. Finally, I want you to find me an asian guy, bring him down to Chinatown, and have him give this Chien guy my message. I want a meeting at neutral location. If he doesnt want to talk, we burn Chinatown to the ground! On the subject of the Bloods, well I think we'll just settle this with some straight up motherfuckin violence. I want reprisal killings, and I want a lot of them. Now we cant achieve all this with the 400 or so people we got in this barrio, so you guys better call all your friends. A couple other key neighborhoods already know, and before the end of this night I want every fuckin 18th streeter in the city working on this. We are the biggest, baddest, gang in the city. No prancy fuckin chinese or whatever mafia guys are gonna fuck with us."

This speech was met with thunderous cheers,yells, "fuck yeahs!". Just as Juan was walking away, however, a young kid walked up to him.

"I've got some info about the bloods," said the kid.

"Well it better be good." replied Juan

"I found their bodies... they were white."

"Thats weird... the bloods normally dont let whiteys in."

"Maybe they werent bloods"

"I dunno... either way you better get the fuck out of here kid, youre getting on my nerves."

Juan was, however, seriously considering the possibility of a coverup as the young kid walked away. He would shake it off for now, but if there was more evidence...

Jackie and the other men in the flatbed of the pick-up laid flat on their backs as the pick-up drove back to Chinatown. "Shit," Charlie said to them from the front. "They've blocked the roads going into Chinatown."

"Then we'll have to go on foot," Jackie said. "Park the car in an alleyway nearby." Charlie did so, making it look as if he were the owner of the donut shop he parked behind. Jackie got up and opened the pick-up's bed's door and hopped down while Charlie and the passenger-seat Triad got out as well. Soon, all 5 of the people in the pick-up had gotten off.

"Now what?" Charlie asked as he approached Jackie.

Jackie looked over at the pick-up. He then unsheathed his bloody machete. "Hack open the gas tank," he said as he passed the machete to one of the other men.

"Jackie," Charlie said suspiciously, "what are you doing?"

"Making a distraction," Jackie said plainly as he walked over to the edge of the building. The donut shop was roughly a block away from the lesser entrance into Chinatown. "All of you, get over here." He then gestured towards the shadows. "When I blow the truck, stick to the shadows and run to our home. We'll steal one of their cars then report back to base."

The man Jackie had given the machete to had returned to the group. "Alright, the gas tank's leaking."

Jackie nodded. "Wait for my signal." He walked over to the pick-up. The gasoline had created a rather impressive-sized puddle under it. He climbed back onto the pick-up and grabbed the bag of heads they had forgotten and torn a long strip of material off of the top of the burlap sack. He laid one end on the gasoline and the other end far away from it, near them. He lit the other end and gestured, "Go!"

At that, everyone began to run. Halfway down the block, an explosion ripped behind them as the pick-up exploded. Jackie held his hand up to tell everyone to stop. He inched around the corner and looked at the reactions of the 18 Streets. The gangsters all looked about in alarm before pointing and shouting.

"Shit, the fuck was that?!"

"Over there, a fire!"

"The Hell?!"

"Shit, come on man, we should check it out."

"Hell naw, it's an ambush!"

"Come on, it might be something important!"

With that, 8 of the 16 men that had been guarding the entrance to Chinatown ran over to investigate the explosion. Jackie waited until they passed by them before he jumped cover from building to building and slid along side the wall, motioning the others to do the same.

"Holy fuck! Get over here!" one of the 18th Streets yelled back over to the others guarding the entrance. "Someone blew this thing up! There's Chinks around here, man!"

At that, the 8 men still guarding the entrance to Chinatown ran over to where the explosion was. Again, Jackie waited for them to pass by before he ordered his men, "GO!" With that, they went on an all-out sprint to the entrance.

They were almost through the gates of Chinatown when one of the 18th Streets heard their footsteps. "There they are! Kill 'em!" The gun reports echoed through the empty streets as bullets flew at the White Tigers.

Jackie fired backwards with his mini-Uzi which he had decided to bring along for such a what's-the-worse-that-can-happen--oh-right-our-luck-sucks moment. The spray of bullets were even more inaccurate than ever, failing to hit even one of the 18th Streets as he and the others ran.

When they reached the gates, he fired his SMG at the right-side wheels of one of the 18th Streets' cars before hopping into an undamaged one while bullets flew. "Get in!" he yelled.

Everyone hopped into the cars. Jackie, with Charlie at his side-passenger seat and two others in the back, hotwired the car as quickly as he could as the firing got more accurate as the 18th Street came closer. Meanwhile, Charlie had punctured the tires of the car on the other side of them while the 3 White Tiger soldiers in the back, cramped and in bad cover as they were, fired back at the 18th Streets, this time hitting some of them.

"Agh!" yelled one of the 18th Streets as a bullet struck him in the face. He slumped over the side of the car and fell out, dead.

Finally, Jackie had finished hotwiring the car and the car lurched forward as he slammed his foot on the accelerator. They raced through the streets of Chinatown as bullets continued to trace them, blowing out the rear view mirror, a tail light, and making the bumper sticker unreadable.

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They arrived at HQ about 20 minutes later. Immediately they saw that there was a firefight between White Tiger and 18th Street. As they were outnumbered, the 12-man hit squad was eradicated by the centralized group of about 50 White Tigers firing at them while others went about their business.

They parked in the Ocean Palace's parking lot and noticed the van nearby which was full of bulletholes. White Tigers with gurneys wheeled out several men whom had bullet holes in the head and chest. The entire van had been beat up. The side-passenger seat window had been shattered and there was blood in the seat and dashboard.

The White Tiger Jackie had sent on the mission to impersonate the Bloods, Taylor, was shaking his head. "What happened?" Jackie asked.

"There were too many of them," Taylor muttered. "They just kept coming."

Jackie sighed, "Come on, Mr. Chien is waiting for us. I don't think we have any good news in store."

Jackie was right when he saw Mr. Chien standing in front of them all. They all bowed before kneeling before Mr. Chien. "Chien-xiansheng, sir. Our mission-"

"Was a success," Mr. Chien interrupted, not in the least bit pleased, "but predictably unpredictable circumstance disallow us from making progress. Now, we are at war with the 18 Street Gang."

"War?" they all asked in unison.

Mr. Chien nodded. "Yes," he said, "war."

"Sir!" They all turned to look at the man in the white suit with a white tie entered the room with an old man in tow. The old man seemed injured and was walking with a limp. "A Mr. Shao has received a message from the 18th Street that he was instructed to tell you."

"Ah," Mr. Chien said, "Mr. Shao. What is it? What do they want.""

"They want a meeting with you, sir," Mr. Shao said, averting his eyes. "They want neutral location." He got down on both knees and bowed fiercely, dropping and touching his forehead to the floor in a deep bow. "Please, they threaten to destroy everything and everyone we love and cherish, sir."

Mr. Chien sat as if contemplating it. "I agree. Contact them. I'll send over a man to help with negotiations, if the will have it." Mr. Chien then looked pointedly at Jackie. "Do not fail us."

OoC: Okay everyone RP over. It's agreed that the KKK won this gang-war. See you next RP where racial insurgents try take on the WN government. :D

OOC: What the Hell are you talking about?

OOC: What the Hell are you talking about?

OoC: Read through this thread. You missed the obvious Klan contributions. Their RP was more in-depth and meaningful, so they win the gang-war. RP over, do you understand?

OOC: Kreig, it isn't over. You didn't even sign up.

OOC: Yeah foreal the KKK isnt even list as gang on the sign up thread so your win is invaild and sorry i have been gone i been sick with the flu

OOC: Krieg and Matt, gtfo with your elitist bs, some of us just like to have simple RPs. No one gives a flying fuck how indepth they are.

OoC: I just wanted to join in a promising looking RP. :( I just wanted to add a different slant to the usual gang-war take, and I feel, as do others who've read this thread, not necessarily you Arum Domus, that I've added to the atmosphere in a beneficial manner.

And Byrdog, my nickname is spelt 'Krieg'. Ty. (Y)

OOC: So, to 'add to the atmosphere in a beneficial manner' to you means ending the RP early and ruining the fun for the rest of us which you justify by making your posts all nice and meaningful and pretty-looking? Well let me tell you what, in RPs, the fun doesn't end because someone does something better than a couple of its opponents, thus thinking they've defeated everyone else. The fun has died when people like you come in, make a couple of posts, then declares that they have ruled the world. I think this gang RP is the most accurate I've seen so far. In gang RPs, people live, people die, and when one gang is decimated, the others aren't and if they feel threatened, they'll go after the decimator which gives the decimated gang time to recoop. Then, you have a never ending cycle. RPs don't die natural deaths. They die because people like you kill them.

OoC: Sorry I was just trying to contribute to the RP. I didn't know I disturbed the balance or anything...

((OOC: Reminder to check the OOC thread, Angaor))

Juan was now himself helping guard one of the Chinatown exits, specifically the one that lead to his barrio. He was surrounded by several dozen other 18th streeters, and when some skinny asian dude came running up they all pulled out their weapons.

"What do you want?!" said Juan, "Why are you running?"

"I have a message for you from Mr. Chien," said the young man as he raised his hands in the air, the 18th streeters still had him at gunpoint. "He will meet you."

"Alright, heres the adress where the meeting will take place," said Juan as he handed the young man a slip of paper which contained the adress of a house in a suburb of LA that was, as far as Juan knew, not controlled by any gang.

"My barrios so called leader, Mr. Perez, will be present at the meeting as well as me. It will take place tommorow at 9:00 PM. Oh, and by the way, I dont want any bullshit. If you guys send some crazy little assasin after us you might as well not bother coming back home, Chinatown will already be gone."

Jackie had returned to Chinatown after giving the message to the 18 Street Gang later that day. Now, he was in the front seat of a black sedan with tinted windows as Mr. Chien sat in the back.

The sedan made its way to the destination. As they drove, Mr. Chien said to Jackie, "Remember, only you will come with me. If they ask you to stay outside, do not argue. But if you hear gunshots, run and press the detonator." He handed the remote detonator to Jackie. "I am old, Jackie. Very old. If I die today or tomorrow, it does not matter, so long as I die naturally. But back in my time, we do not let our murderers escape our wrath, even from the grave."

Mr. Chien buttoned up his dress shirt to conceal the bomb vest that he wore underneath. He put on a sportscoat over to further conceal the bomb. They drove for about a half hour before they arrived at the address given to them.

Jackie got out of the car and went over to open Mr. Chien's door. Mr. Chien stepped out, placing his walking stick out before he stepped out fully. Jackie looked towards the house the meeting was supposed to take place.

Juan greeted Mr. Chien with a cold stare as he walked in the door. Inside the building there was nothing but a table with 2 chairs on either side. Jose Perez, one of the few remaining original 18th streeters and the leader of Juans barrio, was sitting in one of these chairs. His appearance would best be described as "grizzled". He had seen quite a few fights in his day. Now he motioned for Mr. Chien to sit down.

Meanwhile, Jackie was allowed to stand next Mr. Chien. Juan stood in the doorway, watching the proceedings.

"Hello," said Perez, "I've heard quite a bit about you. For the sake of saving time, i'll just lay it all out for you right now. We dont like you, we never have. We have, however, tolerated your presence in our city, and it is OUR city. No matter how much anyone tries to deny that. We represent the largest gang and the largest ethnic group in Los Angeles. We are mere miles away from our home of Mexico, the source of our vast amounts of young, poor soldiers. You on the other hand, are half a world away from your home, and while you are under our roof, you will respect our rules. These killings must be paid back, either in money or in blood. You mafia guys like taxing you subjects huh? Well now you are the ones who are going to be taxed. 10% of all Chinatowns earnings for the next 5 years. Additionally, if we catch any of your people trying to cheat us, they will be killed and the time will be lengthened."

Mr. Chien said nothing as he waited for Mr. Perez to finish speaking. "Do you know why I came to America, Mr. Perez? I came because our leader told me to. I came not of my own will, but of the will of the society my family has been a part of for generations."

He then reclined slightly in his chair. "In China, our gangs never fought unless business affairs demanded so. You fight for the sake of keeping people leashed. We fight for the purpose of giving people their freedom, so long as they remember who to give their thanks to." He took off his sunglasses. "I am very old, Mr. Perez. Very old. And I have seen much. I never wished for hostilities. However, what your men did to mine was unforgiveable. So we retaliated. Now we find ourselves in a war that neither of us truly wish for we know that it will cost the lives of our brothers, our sisters, our children, and our children's children if they even live long enough to have them. Is that what you want?"

"My people are few while yours are great. But do you not know? So long as one ant is allowed to retreat to sanctuary, the entire colony will follow. But we Chinese are not ants. We allow our rivals into our domains to seek help from us and should we see it in our best interests, that help shall be given. You fight not this sect of the White Tiger Society, you fight the entire Chinese underground whose influence stretch throughout the world, even in your Mexico. There are too many of us to fight."

Mr. Chien looked at Jackie and nodded. Jackie made his way towards the door way and stood outside, closing the door behind him. Jackie looked at Juan through cold, stoic shades as the meeting inside continued.

Now, they were simply one-on-one, and Mr. Chien sighed. "I don't like this dirty business of taxing my fellow countrymen. I hate the White Tiger for all it stands for, but it provides so many benefits. Do you have any children, Mr. Perez? I have 5 and they have children of their own. My connection to the White Tiger has put them through college. The White Tiger has provided for them what it has disallowed me from helping to provide to the Chinese immigrants I smuggle overseas like so many sacks of rice."

"I want to make a deal with you. Leave my clan and my children alone. And I am not speaking of just my blood children. I want you to leave all of the people of Chinatown, all of my children, alone. They do not deserve to suffer because of our mistakes. In return, I will provide weapons to your men and help you spread your influence throughout the world. There is no reason our people cannot be allies."

OOC: I will catch up tomorrow! was away for the weekend

Perez sat back in his chair, contemplating this offer. Finally he spoke...

"This would be acceptable. However... theres still the matter of the men you killed and the building you burned. If you clear out a building for us in Chinatown, I will send some of my men there. It will be sort of an "embassy". Also, I want you to pay Juan here 35,000 US dollars. It seems his younger brother was killed in the attack. This should be the start of a long, succesful business relationship that will help us overrun Los Angeles. In return you fellows can keep your Chinatown and whatever life youve built here. However... if you ever betray us... (he pulls out a glock 18 and cocks it) well i'll leave you to figure that our for yourself."

Brother Hong from the Wah Ching Gang of Chinatown in Los Angeles patrolled the streets with his fellow bodyguards, often called his brothers. The streets were lauded and extorted already, but word has it that the Wo Hop To Triad is approaching their Los Angeles territories. They have already had chased them out of San Francisco, but Hong knows LA is not SF, and they have their home turf. The Wo Hop To can send anyone, but no one will be against the Wah Ching in this area.

News also hit about other gangs involving in their section-based Chinatown headquarters.


OOC: Oops, didnt sign up.

"You kill me or he will, either way im dead if i tell you that shit holmes...and..there is this little thing called loyalty esse, all you cops and shit always tryin to get us to give up our people to you...but would you give up your people to me?"

"Fine, have it your way "ese", I can have you put away for the rest of your life on all these charges. If I want I could have you put in solitary confinement for the rest of your life. So either you cooperate or your life is basically over, one way or another. So ese what do you say?"

"Fine, have it your way "ese", I can have you put away for the rest of your life on all these charges. If I want I could have you put in solitary confinement for the rest of your life. So either you cooperate or your life is basically over, one way or another. So ese what do you say?"


IC:

Dietrich Rosenburg entered into the interrogation room just at that moment. He was dressed in a black business suite with matching tie and slicked back hair. He was carrying his customary briefcase that contained his notes and sources.

Dietrich looked at the Banger than at Tony and finally the Jewish lawyer said, “I believe that my client would like to invoke his constitutional rights and cease speaking to you, until he has be given proper council on this matter…”


Dietrich looked upon Tony with an iron stare that showed that he wanted the Fed to back off his client…


OOC: Dietrich is a well connected mob lawyer. The FBI might have tabs on him and you could use that to show that the Italians have a connection to the southern Mexican street gangs…

Perez sat back in his chair, contemplating this offer. Finally he spoke...

"This would be acceptable. However... theres still the matter of the men you killed and the building you burned. If you clear out a building for us in Chinatown, I will send some of my men there. It will be sort of an "embassy". Also, I want you to pay Juan here 35,000 US dollars. It seems his younger brother was killed in the attack. This should be the start of a long, succesful business relationship that will help us overrun Los Angeles. In return you fellows can keep your Chinatown and whatever life youve built here. However... if you ever betray us... (he pulls out a glock 18 and cocks it) well i'll leave you to figure that our for yourself."

Mr. Chein sighed in relief as he listened to Perez's terms. "I agree. However, I will do you one better." He turned to Jackie. "Haizi, get the briefcase."

Jackie bowed deeply. "Sir." He then turned to leave. Minutes later, he came back carrying a briefcase with him.

As Jackie brought over the briefcase, Mr. Chien explained to Mr. Perez, "I was hoping that you would agree to our terms. So, I prepared for it. Howerver, I was not prepared for the $35,000 to be paid as reparations for the murders." Jackie put the briefcase on the table and opened it, revealing $250,000 in bills.

Mr. Chien gestured towards Mr. Perez. "What you are looking at is 250,000 dollars in United States currency. The reparations are to be taken from there, however, I hope the rest will be enough to ensure your cooperation in any of our future endeavors with other gangs here as you will already have ours by the end of this meeting."

Longshoreman Union Hall……..


The Malibu union local was once again visited by the black thugs that had successfully whacked Bobby Wu. The black muscle were pleased with themselves and were proclaiming how they capped his ass.


Capo Lono Demilo watched his enforcers talking amongst themselves. He then went to watch the news and sure enough the TV News was reporting about Benny’s Restaurant and the hit on Bobby Wu’s Retail store.


The message was clear that the mob was moving into Chinatown but it seemed that the news had also gotten reports of fighting between the chinks and the sticks over turf. This made Lono smile and the Capo exclaimed, “It seems that our rivals are busy whacking each other to worry about our maneuvers in their own backyard!”


The Italian mobsters and their various associates were surprised to see their leader speak out in such a manner. The Feds could have bugged the local and that would be bad if they were listening in.

Lono continued to smile and entered his office to begin some paperwork. The "union reps" were heading back to Chinatown with threats of murder and extortion……

Huntington Park...

As night fell they pulled in to Huntington Park, groups of gang bangers hung around outside in one anothers yards, street corners and in cars, the SUR and SUR assosiated members watched the Impala creep by....

"This house up here holmes, third one in, wait in the car and don't go nowhere i'll be right back, i gotta let these guys know whats going on"

Jose waited for a reply...

Huntington Park...

As night fell they pulled in to Huntington Park, groups of gang bangers hung around outside in one anothers yards, street corners and in cars, the SUR and SUR assosiated members watched the Impala creep by....

"This house up here holmes, third one in, wait in the car and don't go nowhere i'll be right back, i gotta let these guys know whats going on"

Jose waited for a reply...



Jack looked around and made sure to scoop for any signs of law enforcement. The last thing he needed was to be pinched in this area with all these bangers marching around this neighborhood,. The mob enforcer finally sighed and said, “Okay, let the boys know what is going on. I really don’t feel like getting into a street brawl with your boys out here especially when we are here on business…”


The others nodded in agreement, The mobsters knew they were outnumbered in this area and they did not want to get into a turf brawl. Carlo starts to look around and said, “I think we should stay in the car to avoid getting into a confrontation..”

Afew minutes later Jose came out of the house and approached the car,

"Ehh esse, common in, you and your hommies"

He waited for a responce...

Jack and his men did not need to be told twice. They all promptly got out of their car and headed towards Jose. They moved together and stayed as group to make sure that no one was going to move in on them. This may be SUR turf but the mobsters had to constantly live with a sense of possibly being whacked at a moments notice. They did not intend on dying here so they kept close and made sure to be armed with their 9mm heaters..


Jack called out, "We are coming, I would hate to have come all this way for nothing.."

They climbed the stairs out front of the house and walked inside, there were some guys sitting at the kitchen table playing cards, they didn't even look at the mobsters.

"Carlitos will be here soon esse, go in the living room and make yourselves comfortable holmes"

He gestured towards the couch, there was no one in the room and the T.V was on...

"Rosenberg? You're the guy who defended Silvio Consetio last year and Don Vito Soprano nearly a decade ago. What the hell are you doing working with a Mexican street gang?"

Jack smiled and the mobsters all took a seat at the couch to wait for Carlitos. They were watching the T.V. with the exception of Danny Boy whom was keeping an eye on the area to make sure that no one was going to whack them from behind. The mobsters were slightly jumpy about their friends being pinched and Jack was starting to think that maybe they had a rat…

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Interrogation Room….



Dietrich smiled and said, “I am sorry, but the people whom hired me are under attorney client privilege. I can’t name them to you without their consent and believe me they will not want me to talk about it..”


Dietrich then asks, “I believe you, have been charging my client with drug possession and illegal gun possession is this all?”

OOC: My guys were thinking there was a rat too, now..whats going to happen can go two ways, Carlitos don't know what these guys are up to, but he will find out and shit will go down.... Jose set this up because he thinks your guys have a rat and they told the police about the house.

Three more mexicans entered the house through the front door, they didn't even look in the livingroom just kept right on going towards the kitchen. Afew minutes later the sound of chairs could be heard from the kitchen, a group of the men headed towards the door, the sound of it opening and closing was heard....

Suddenly,

three men rounded the corner in the living room doorway, one held an AK-74 at the hip, the others had 9mm pistols pointed at the Mob figures,

"BE EASY ESSE! DON'T MOVE A MUSCLE!" One shouted

The men who pretended to leave appeared back in the hallway, four of them held 9mm pistols, the fifth, a double barrel twelve gauge sawed off shotgun,

"SLOWLY TAKE YOUR GUNS AND SLIDE THEM ACROSS THE FLOOR! NOW!" shouted Jose who came out of the mix...

He looked upset and nervous as he entered the room..

The mobsters decided to drop their guns and they slowly reached over into their gun holsters and Danny at his waist and they threw their guns down at the banger’s feet. Jack looked around and figured this had to be a setup and now they were going to be whacked as payback for the police raid.


Carlo and Danny were thinking the same thing and they looked at each other with surprised and humiliated looks. The mobsters didn’t threaten or even try to resist because that would just get them killed. Jack finally said, “I think the shit has just hit the fan…”

Jose kicked the guns to the others in the doorway who picked them up, they were taken into another room...

"Imma tell you whats up Jack, we got raided and some of our guys are locked up esse...product is gone, guns are gone...there is a rat holmes, that house was never hit before, the feds never even looked at it holmes! they go for our known locations, try to hit our big fish..major operations...not a lowly house fulla soldiers...someone told them..and i want to know who"

"Don't speak now mother fucker, i say when you give me the answears i want!"

He paused shifting his eyes from one mobster to another,

"Bring them, lets roll.."

The three mobsters were put in a beat up old cargo van and drove to the Los Angeles water channel.

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The moon was high in the night sky, stars were scattered all across the never ending darkness above. The mobsters were drug out of the vehicle and pushed down on their knees in the water, Jose walked over...

"SPEAK!"

A Surenos member named Tommy moved forward and struck jack in the head with his pistol grip...

Huntington Park...

Carlitos drove through the streets in his 64' Impala and spotted a familiar vehicle parked near the back of a house, that was Hectors place...

Who's ride is that..?

He stopped out front and ran up the stairs and opened the screen door walking in on a poker game,

"Ehh Carlitos! whats up esse!"

On the table were three handguns,

"Ey holmes...whats with the peices?"

Hector replied,

"Ohh, these Italian vatos were here earlier and Jose jacked their heaters and took em' out to the channel..these rat fuckers holmes"

Carlitos burst into a rage,

"WHAT! WHAT RAT FUCKERS HOLMES? JACK AND THEM I-TI HOMMIES?"

Hector was surprised by Carlitos responce,

"The rats holmes... they got your spot ran in on?"

Carlitos yelled,

"FUCK"

Carlitos rushed out the door and hopped in his car, he turned on his engine and sped off down the street full tilt....

http://www.rogers.k12.ar.us/users/jarnhart/64impala.jpg

OOC: Where's the signup thread?

Jack took the hit and groaned the pain was intensive from the beatings and pistol whipping that he had endured it almost brought him back to his youth in Hell’s Kitchen New York. Jack starts going with his Jersey accent, “Go suck a lemon, I ain’t talken..”


Carlo and Danny watch Jack with an amazed look. The last time they saw Jack speak like that he was in Vegas killing people on Carpagazis orders. Danny starts to add, “Damn, I haven’t seen Jack speak like that in years. We must really be in trouble…”

Jose leaned right down and yelled at him,

"Fuck you! i want to know who the fuck talked!"

He looked at the other two,

"Maybe it was one of you, uhh? one of you I-ti mother fuckers"

He signaled Juan to strike one of them, he lifted his foot and kicked Carlo in the back of the head, he went forwards wacking his face on the ground in the shallow water, Tommy cocked his H&K USP.45..

"WAIT! WE DON'T KNOW SHIT YET!" Yelled Jose..

Tommy knelt down and said in a low voice to Danny,

"Listen esse, you better speak ...who ratted holmes, if it wasn't you tell us who then..we will let those who never told the police go home, it's easy.."

The man remained quiet and Tommy stood up,

"This an't workin' holmes...lets off one of them"

Jose nodded,

"Ok Esse"

Car headlights were seen comming down the channel in the distance, the Surenos gangsters watched the blue 64' Impala approach...

"It's Carlitos" said Jose

The Impala stopped about fifteen feet away and Carlitos got out alone,

"Ehhh esses! my hommies! que pasa?"

Tommy stepped forward,

"Heeey hommie, whats good Carlitos?"

Jose looked at the mobsters then at Carlitos as he walked forward,

"About to off some rat mother fuckers ehh?"

The Surenos gang bangers nodded and replied,

"Ye, ye holmes"

Carlitos nodded twice and replied, "Ok, ok" then pulled a glock.21 out of his waist band and aimed it at Danny then quickly shifted it towards Tommy,

**POW, POW, POW, POW, POW**

After being shot five times Tommy started to fall when Carlitos shifted his aim to Juan who already had his Sig Sauer 229 aimed at Carlitos,

*POW, POW*

He shot twice but Carlitos leaned back as one bullet struck his car,

**POW,POW,POW**

Juan was hit with two of the bullets Venegaz fired, he crumpled to the ground...

"THERE ARE YOUR RATS! THOSE FUCKING CHEESE EATING FAKE ASS BUSTAS...THERE! NOT GONNA OPEN YOUR MOUTH NO MORE, YOU OFF ONE AND SMOKE THE OTHER OUT!"

The two dead mexicans lay in a puddle of their own blood on the ground,

"Those two talk to feds and our enemys in the North, Norte! they were rats and traitors!"

Carlitos knelt beside Jack..

"Hey holmes, you alright?"

Jack and his men watched the whole thing and said nothing. The Mobsters had taken a severe beaten and interrogation that was quite street level. Danny nearly pissed his pants when he saw Carlitos point his pistol at him. Jack and Carlo were more battle harden and they merely stayed down…


Jack smiled and in his accent said, “Yeah, We didn’t say nuthin, I think Mr. Maranzino is going to be very displeased about this situation. I hope he doesn’t decide to clip us for slipping up on the deal…”

Carlo muttered, “I am glad no one got clipped, I think Nick would have been pissed about this…”


Danny was still shaking with a pile of piss mixed into the water around his legs…….

Carlitos helped Jack to his feet, while Jose stood there staring at the two bodys...

"Ramirez told me who the rats were an hour ago, someone we know with the LAPD got word that two of our guys were rattin' to the FED's n shit....Ramirez sent me to find Jose and tell him, i was gonna bring them two vatos here and off them haha, they ended up here anyways...mother fuckers.."

Jose managed to speak,

"Tommy told me that Ramirez gave orders to bring them out here...Juan backed it holmes, i thought it was legit...for real esse!"

Carlitos sighed and shook his head,

"Naww holmes.."

He looked back at jack,

"Im really sorry holmes, i hope by killing those vatos it makes up for some shit..."

Juan moved, Carlitos pointed his Glock to the side and fired one more shot

**POW** the shell bounced off the ground..

Carlitos pulled out his cell phone and text'd Ramirez. After afew moments his phone vibraited,

"El Plague will speak with Mr.Maranzino personally..i informed Ramirez about this shit esse, no worries about gettin' 'clipped' Ramirez is gonna make sure you guys stay on the deal sence it's gone so well....well..over all..."

He grinned..

Jack replies quietly, “I am willing to let this incident pass. I mean it’s not like we haven’t had rats before and all. I think that we should never mention this to Mr. Maranzino, He may want to whack Danny boy for pissing his pants…”

Carlo starts to laugh and Danny’s face turns beat red. Jack then adds, “I will tell Nick that El Plague wants to meet him personally. I think he will be eager to meet him…”


Carlo looks over the bodies and adds, “I think we should send these bodies to Vinny’s butcher shop. I would hate to leave them just lying around here for the cops to find…”

Carlitos laughed,

"Whatever you say holmes, but for real you pissed yourself when i held my piece on you? haha it was like for a split second..fuck your bladder is quick esse, quicker than my trigger finger"

Carlitos Venegaz felt bad for what happened to Jack, Danny and Carlo. I knew what they must have been thinking because he had been in near death situations before, it was terrible..

He put his hand on Jacks shoulder,

"No, for real man...i like you holmes, there is no lying in you...for a white boy boy your a vato loco, crazy guy"

The other mexicans nodded in agreement,

"That goes for you guys too, Carlo, Danny..you guys are straight up man..those vatos tryed to put shit on you they did, but look at them now...what goes around comes around"

Jose was clearly upset, he knew he had fucked up bad. Carlitos looked over at him,

"Get your mind right Jose, this shit an't your fault holmes...you were doing it for the crew esse..you an't no rat bitch"

Jose rocked back and fourth and nodded to show he understood, Carlitos replied to Jacks comment about the bodys...

"Another gang shooting, the pigs don't even investigate this shit no more...they will find these vatos, bag em' n tag em'...that will be the end of it holmes, Norte or some other gang will get balamed for it....a write off, cold case...but if you are more comfortable doing it your way we can?"

"Oh! oh oh! AND i also knew you guys didn't set that up because one of our guys whos locked up from that bust called his girl today! and said he be gettin out soon, some jew mafia lawyer was helpin out...he's solid too esse, we all knew none of them guys locked up gave the police shit..me, Ramirez, and even El Plague never thought you guys had the rat! we knew it was in our organization...and that detective we know proved it..."

Judiciator Omicron Cell House #1, AKA Omicron HQ

"Lieutenant-Colonel" John Hatfield sat at a basic wooden table on the second floor of his slightly modified home. He was in Black BDU clothing with RGTF Boots on. There were Iron Crosses stitched to his collar. A CB radio sat on the table, as well as a stack of papers. Downstairs, similarly dressed Judiciators were playing Call Of Duty 4 through a LAN system. Three Judiciators sat at computers playing S.T.A.L.K.E.R., waiting for some assignment.

Then there was a group sitting in the "barracks" of the house. A Hispanic was sitting on his bunk with a Glock 18 in his hand, showing his new gun off. "Only Nigsters use Glocks you twat," said a white Judiciator from his bunk. "Take a look at this," he continued, pulling a FN Five Seven from his small metal box, which had a Iron Cross stamped into it. Every member had a box like it to keep in the Judiciator "Bases."

Two members took off their BDU jackets, and replaced them with black trench coats. They put on sunglasses, a pair of Aviators and a pair of Oakleys, before announcing that they were "patrolling."

They loaded their protection pistols, a USP and a Five Seven. They set out to begin their "watch" over the immediate neighborhood. While it was extremely safe compared to other neighborhoods, it was on the crossroads of several gang turfs, with the gangs being kept out by the Judiciator Vigilantes.

A man with a duffle bag walked in through the house door and upstairs to Hatfield's office. "Any news?" the Lieutenant-Colonel said. "Yeah, 18th Street got hit by a SWAT raid, chances are there's more houses in that neighborhood. I suggest getting more recon out there."

The man was wearing an OD BDU uniform, with a ghille suit in the duffle bag, along with a KAR98 rifle. "Very well, we'll send more scouts out there."

Thus, the target neighborhood would become the new project of the Omicron Cell. Scouts began heading out there at night, wearing camouflage uniforms, looking for Gang Houses to tag for "assault" teams.

Nobody from the Cell witnessed the shooting at the water canal, unfortunately for the vigilantes.

Interrogation Room

"For the moment yeah, we also wish to speak with them about several murders that have happened in the past few months. If your clients are willing to cooperate they could possibly have a lighter sentence."

((OOC: Sorry if this seems a bit cheap, I'm trying to add a bit of color to my part in the RP, as well as start conflict between the 18th Streeters and the Judiciation.))

Random, small 18th Street Outpost

A Judiciation Scout sat with a map of the area, marking the location of the Gang House. This would become the first raid against 18th Street by the Judiciation. It was small, with only 7 "soldiers" inside. However, it most certainly would get the attention of the 18th Streeters.

The scout headed back to a car with another Judiciator in it, got in, and headed back to Omicron HQ. When they arrived, he simply walked upstairs and tossed the map onto Hatfield's desk. A black X marked the house.

"Excellent, you've just been promoted to Corporal. Stay here and help guard the house," was the reply from Hatfield. Hatfield then walked downstairs and loudly announced, map in hand, that a raid was going to begin. The Judiciators quickly headed to the spare room, which had been converted into an armory of sorts. They began grabbing shotguns, SMGs, and the higher Judiciators grabbed M-16s or M-14s. Then they began suiting up, putting on tac gear. The higher the rank, the more protection was offered. They grabbed molotov cocktails, a few smoke grenades, and a few home-made bombs. Then they headed into the garage of the house and into 3 black vans. The door opened, and the vans head out for the house. Meanwhile, Hatfield and several Judiciators stayed behind.

"Turn left right here...there it is," said one of the men sitting in a passenger seat. It was now early morning, with the sun barely providing light. The smog and marine layer didn't help.

The vans stopped in the middle of the street, and the Judiciators charged out of the back of their vans. One of them held up a pistol with a silencer affixed and shot the door guard, while the others ran forward. They threw a smoke grenade in through the window, along with two Molotov cocktails, and then shot the door down with a shotgun. Obviously, the gangsters inside had been prepared as soon as the sound of the bullet going through the doorguard hit the wall behind him. That being true, two Judiciators were hit in the torso before the others fired on the gangsters in the front room. Several men grabbed the wounded vigilantes and dragged them back to the vans, while the others continued the raid. They rushed from room to room, guns blazing at anyone they saw inside. Once they were done, they quickly vacated and threw six more Molotovs into the house. They dragged the door guard to the front lawn and shot him in the head, then left a note saying "The Judges never forgive" before rushing back to the vans and hurrying back to the Omicron HQ. The two wounded men were brought inside, stripped of equipment, and examined by the house's "doctor", who happened to be an ex US Army Medic. He began doing what his training taught him. The Judiciators would probably survive, but they'd have to spend much time recovering, thus labeling them as not fit for fighting.

A prison van came to collect the suspects and the FBI agents went along with them for interrogation. They brought the gang members into the interrogation room and told them to sit down in chairs.

"First off, wheres your leader?"


The Klan member, obviously mused by the question proposed by the FBI agent, responded tactfully with a daring "NO U" response, prior to removing a giant pike from his pocket, impaling the FBI agent to the adjacent wall, spattering entrails and tissue of the obvious Jewish communist traitor about in a joyous manner. The fellow FBI agents within the room responded enthusiastically, fleeting their FBI jackets in exchange for Klan robes, while grabbing weaponry from a nearby ammo locker and making their way toward the street to continue the fight.

The street scene was an epic one, with tracers and explosions rocketing about across a 30 square kilometer area of south-central Los Angeles. Everywhere righteous Klan members, their white hands gleaming like the gates to (white only) heaven blasted Reagan speeches through the use of helicopter-hoisted speakers and fought the feverish negroid savages backward into the sewer system where their supply of watermelon was stifled and cannibalism and goiter ran about.

Near the city center, Klan Wizard Jacob, with the assistance of numerous young Klan foot soldiers and two Venasaurs moved in against a negro savage stronghold, a barricaded KFC wrought with the stench of spoiled chicken and cotton. Jacob moved into a group of savages, using his god-given white strength to tear the limbs from the beats, his white chest withstanding the blows of the negro creatures. The bleating savages retreated back into the confines of the KFC structure, lobbing grenades and rocks toward the advancing troops of god.