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 Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 12:47 pm
 Location: Bus Depot, Firefly Island Red's phone began to ring as she started to discreetly count her money. Her head shot up and she let out a sight of annoyance. She thumbed open her flip phone and placed it to her ear, "Yeah?", she greeted in an upward inflection. She heard a very stern, clear but electronically distorted voice begin to speak. Great another job she thought to herself annoyed. "What do you want?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 1:06 pm
 Location: Vacant Apartment Building Room 215, Industrial Abram let out a controlled exhale as he heard the voice on the other end of his phone greet him with an annoyed tone. There was a slight pause before he gained his bearings. "I have a job for you", he began hearing his voice distort through the phone. She lead him on and he continued after taking another pause. "On Chernobyl Drive you'll see a pair of vans and 3 SUVs with a mixed number of people manning them. All of them are parked somewhere close to the Waste Disposal Plant. I want you to dispose of them. However you have to dispose of them before 2PM by tomorrow. How you do it is not my problem. When the job is finished 100,000 will be waiting for you in the Firefly Island Bus Depot employee locker room in locker 24. The combination is 12-30-14. Expect it to be there after 11PM the tomorrow, that is if you get the job finished. I will know otherwise.", he instructed before hanging up before she could ask any questions. With this part of plan done he walked back to the sliver in the duct taped up glass windows where he could see the targets he designated on Chernobyl drive below.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 4:03 pm
 Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty" H e a l t h███████████████ █ 100%A m m u n i t i o n███████████████▌▌ 100%C u r r e n t W e a p o n███████████████▌▌ Kalashnikov AK-74 Assault Rifle (5.45x39mm)L o c a t i o n███████████████▌▌ The Little Russia Hotel- Northern Gardens"...Родина-мать бросила меня..." Alyssa sighed and stood up as she looked around the Office/Suite then stretched. "Damn. Where the hell are my weapons." She said out loud wondering to herself. She let the thought fester in her mind and immediately grabbed her phone. "I just had an idea." She said dialing a number and waiting for an answer. It was her personal friend who worked in the Federal Bureau of Investigation and this man might know what was going on. Soon enough there was an answer. "This is Supervisory Special Agent John Anderson Langley Virginia Who is this?" The man asked in an almost robotic tone. "John. It's Alyssa. I need you to do some investigations on some stolen weapons out of Liberty City. Can you do it?" She asked the man. The man on the other end let out a sigh and said he would. Alyssa thanked him and hung the phone up then grabbed her Greatcoat off of it's place on the closet door then put it on, walking out the door past two armed guards who were standing at the door. "...The Motherland Abandoned me..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:55 am
Location: Chernobyl Drive, Industrial (I timeskipped a day forward) Conducting an assault on foot had so many hazards to it but it 1920s gnagsters could do it with nothing more than the clothes on their back and a tommy gun, Red should be able to too. However she was taking a bigger risk by coming prepared and hauling around a 26 pound M202A1 Incendiary Rocket Launcher along with her 14 pound loaded Thompson with a 100 round banjo drum and another one as a spare. There was absolutely nobody on the street other than two white vans and three customized SUVs that were three different colors. Green, dark blue and gray as she peered out from an alleyway. The occupants didn't look like cops in fact they looked like thugs. It was tiome to start. Red slung around her Thompson SMG and aimed it at the first van. She inhaled sharply and started at a face careful pace at the van. Halfway through she sprayed half of her drum into the van's rear killing all the rear's occupants. The noise got the attention of the other targets. Two of the SUVs gnned out of their parked states and the second van smacked into gear and attempted to make a run. Red off handed her Thompson and swipe fired it as best she could getting a series of bullet holes right acrose the windshield and the hood making the van coast to a stop. The rear occupants of the van scrambled out and went into some half assed formation and started shooting back at Red with very low end weapons. Red turned awa y and ran seeing the two SUVs were now trying to run her down. She had to get away. She ran as fast as she could into another alleyway into a crease in one of the buildings where she could take cover. She cursed under her breathe dropping her Thompson and manuvering the M202 FLASH into her hands. She pulled out the rocket block and opened the ends. By this time the men from the SUVs had dismounted to go after her. The third SUV's occupants scrambled out to join in as well. Red swooned from her cover with M202 shoulder. 10 men had piled into the mouth of the alleyway and were about to have a very bad day. She pulled the trigger for times with two fingers firing all the rockets lighting the mouth of the alleyway with the people piling in in a blaze. She smiled as she heard the screams of the agonized enemy. With the M202 no longer of use she dropped the quad tubed module and staerted forward smacking out the near empty Thompson drum and rolling in the fresh one. She jumped through the flames to see 3 men retreating to the only operation vehicle which was a white van. her eyes locked on them before getting in a firing stance and blasting them as they neared the vehicle. The girl looked around from the destruction she'd caused looking for any other survivors. When she found none she removed her Thompson's magazine and hid the weapon under her red dress while walking away.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 10:09 am
Location: Vacant Apartment Building Room 215, Industrial Abram watched the whole scene as it unfolded before him with a solemn face. This wasn't enjoyable for him. It was more of an annoyance. The men he painted as targets were low end rivals who got lucky in following a transport truck they found out was loaded with Abrams own formula product. Now they were dead which lead up to the next of issues. Abram pulled out his scrambled phone and dialed a number then listened intently awaiting an answer. "Pay the young assassin her money and rally your best men.", he ordered hearing his voice become distorted by the scrambler. He hung up and thumbed through his phone finding another number. This time it was Alyssa's number awaiting her to answer. His number would only display as "Unknown", not being able to be traced and didn't allow callbacks. A grand little perk of having an ex-CIA man working as an Overseer.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 1:23 pm
Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty" H e a l t h███████████████ █ 100%A m m u n i t i o n███████████████▌▌ 100%C u r r e n t W e a p o n███████████████▌▌ Kalashnikov AK-74 Assault Rifle (5.45x39mm)L o c a t i o n███████████████▌▌ The Little Russia Hotel- Northern Gardens"...Родина-мать бросила меня..." Alyssa awoke in her desk the next morning and groaned when she rubbed her eyes. She was up for a long while and must have fallen asleep in the middle of reading a document that was particularly interesting. It had been a job requested by a client for her assassination Unit to carry out, but then again she had been an effective assassin in her youth. She had carried out assassinations occasionally but rarely did if it proved to be too dangerous. She immediately read over the document one more time to refresh her memory of the job and smirked. It was a pretty easy job. She might as well bring a few men with her to keep the guards off of her if they found her. That and hit the target if she missed, which was a minimal chance. "Job sounds easy enough. Sergeant! Get me eight men, doesn't matter where and put them around buildings around Point Alpha, sector 26. It would be greatly appreciated. And make sure they have a view of the target." She told the man standing outside the door, which wasn't too far away from her current location in the apartment. She immediately heard her phone ring and answered it. "Captain Daniels. What do you want." She ordered as she looked at the Sergeant who had entered the room. She immediately pointed to the phone and mouthed, 'trace it', the Sergeant nodded and closed the door then spoke on his radio. The mumbles of the man on his radio was unheard by the phone because of the large door blocking the sound waves. "I said Identify yourself." She ordered once again as she closed the blinds of her office, just incase there was a Sniper watching. "...The Motherland Abandoned me..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 2:06 pm
Location: Vacant Apartment Building Room 215, Industrial Abram wasn't worried about a trace. The scrambler made sure that even broad pin point searches like basic triangulation useless let alone more precise pin point techniques. Abram rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat, "Yes hello, Miss Daniels or whatever you decide to go by these days. I'm simply called the Chemist and I'm here to talk about the current market for meth in Liberty. I'm not issuing a business proposal and I'm not issuing a violent threat. By today or tomorrow I will have contacted every major distributor of my specialty drug and kindly ask them to get their product including yours off the streets. Laugh at this as you may, those that don't take the heads up will see the error of their mistake soon enough. Now rest assured you can distribute whatever other product you wish just as long as it's not meth. Thank you for your time.", he said hearing his voice become distorted by the scrambler before hanging up. He thumbed through his phone looking all the numbers he had to contact before continuing.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 2:25 pm
Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty" H e a l t h███████████████ █ 100%A m m u n i t i o n███████████████▌▌ 100%C u r r e n t W e a p o n███████████████▌▌ Kalashnikov AK-74 Assault Rifle (5.45x39mm)L o c a t i o n███████████████▌▌ The Little Russia Hotel- Northern Gardens"...Родина-мать бросила меня..." Alyssa listened to the man talk and spat into the trash can filled with paper then crossed her arms, using the 'shoulder technique' with her phone. "Listen here you little insignificant ********> She began to say before the man hung up. She cursed under her breath and slammed her phone down on the hook. She thought about the man's name and shook her head. Someone was ordering her around. She didn't take too kindly to taking orders from someone who wasn't of an obviously higher rank such as a General or Lieutenant Colonel. "Private get your worthless a** in here!" She yelled to the second guard at the door. The Private ran into the room and saluted. "Yes ma'am!!" The man said standing at attention. "I want you to put out an alert to every single one of our cells. Including our Ship to be on the Look out for anyone suspicious around our territory. Decrease drug production and focus on the weapons trade. That's an order. Do you understand?" She yelled as commanding as she possibly could. The Private shivered and ran outside as fast as he could as the Captain slipped her arms through her greatcoat and grabbed her Dragunov SVD Sniper Rifle then storming out the door. She had a job to do. And somebody ordering her what to do with her organization wouldn't do anything to stop her mission. "...The Motherland Abandoned me..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:16 am
Location: Vacant Apartment Building Room 215, Industrial Number after number he called and said the same thing. He'd rallyed enough attention to start getting his statement spread around without his doing. He thumbed through the phone book in his phone again and called one of the overseers. "Start patrolling Southside and Little Bay. Anyone you see that isn't ours dispose of quietly and leave the bodies where it will be found. Do not blow the cover of our operation in Industrial. Use nobody from the waste plant."
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 5:56 pm
Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty" H e a l t h███████████████ █ 100%A m m u n i t i o n███████████████▌▌ 100%C u r r e n t W e a p o n███████████████▌▌ Kalashnikov AK-74 Assault Rifle (5.45x39mm)L o c a t i o n███████████████▌▌ The Little Russia Hotel- Northern Gardens"...Родина-мать бросила меня..." Alyssa's boots slapped against the concrete of the sidewalk as her Dragunov was resting against her shoulder. She ignored the looks she received from the citizens walking around. She was pissed off and would kill anyone who stood in her way. "Little Insignificant b*****d thinks he can destroy my operation. He's dead wrong." She said to herself as she looked to her side seeing her bright red 1969 Pontiac GTO. She smiled to herself and unlocked the door with her key then climbed inside. She then placed the Dragunov into the backseat and turned the key, hearing the large Engine growl as it turned on. "Little Bay area. This is a direct order, Kill anyone who is remotely near our territory. I don't give a s**t if it's a cop, firefighter, or a ******** Paramedic. Just kill them. Anyone not wearing our Uniform and presents us with a codeword, you all know it. It's been sent out to all cells. If they do not present the word, shoot them and dispose of the body in the storage container on the Dragon Lady." She said over her radio inside the car as she sped down the road, the V8 Supercharged engine roaring as the cars she passed seemed like fast bright lights. "...The Motherland Abandoned me..."
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 2:38 pm
 Location: Little Bay Streets An armored Cadillac DTS pulled up next to the curb of the street where a latino drug dealer was gabbing away on his phone. The dealer turned to the Cadillac with sort of a fearful expression as the blacked out windows rolled down where a bald man sat in the passenger seat peering at the dealer through dark as black shades. The dealer grabbed his wits and hung up the phone, "You wanna buy something?", he said giving a smile. The bald man didn't say anything he just stared. The dealer became a little uneasy and raised up his shirt showing off a nickel plated Beretta 92. "Yo, buy something or bounce.", he threatened The bald man turned his head and looked to the driver nodding. The Cadillac pulled away and turned around parking at a street corner overlooking the dealer's spot. The dealer reached for his phone again showing his unease as two girls dressed in lolita dresses walked up to him hand in hand and started dancing around him. The one in white stopped and looked up to him. She couldn't have been more than 11 or 12 years old. "Hey mister, what'cha doing?", she asked in her childish voice. The dealer was too focused on the Cadillac. "Go on, little girl.", he said bringing his phone to his ear. "Is something wrong, mister?", she asked again. The dealer looked down to her, "Little girl! Go-", he started before his sentence was interupted by a gunshot and a surge of piercing pain in his chest. His grasp on his phone weakened and it fell to the ground just as person he was calling answered. His body keeled over to the side on the curb. His gaze set on the girl in white who was looking at him oddly. Then he saw the assailant the darker dressed of the two walked into his view holding a Luger P08 in her left hand. "Something is wrong, sister dearest. There's a hole in his head.", the darker one said pointing to the downed drug dealer with her free hand. "Where?", the lighter dressed asked with an evil smile. The darker pointed her Luger at the dealer's head, "Riiiight-, she trailed before pulling the trigger putting a bullet through his brain, killing him. "...There"
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 1:12 am
Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty" H e a l t h███████████████ █ 100%A m m u n i t i o n███████████████▌▌ 100%C u r r e n t W e a p o n███████████████▌▌ Kalashnikov AK-74 Assault Rifle (5.45x39mm)L o c a t i o n███████████████▌▌ Run down Building near Boulevard, Bohan"...Родина-мать бросила меня..." Alyssa's foot was locked in position as she quickly shifted the gears to prevent the bright red car from stalling. She then looked to her side and took a hard right, the tires screeching as she avoided the traffic incoming to her car. She quickly headed down the road cranking the car back to a fast 180 MPH, It wasn't nearly as fast as the car could go. The thing had been customized by an old friend of hers that used to make street racing cars and such. The man sold her the 69' GTO because he lost it in a Pinkslip race against a Lamborghini Gallardo he had worked on. The man needed the car to disappear. But that was all the way in Washington D.C. The car would never be found in the vast city of Liberty.
A few minutes later of driving at around 200 MPH and a total waste of Gasoline she came to a screeching stop in front of an old run down building in the outskirts of the city. Inside the building a lone person was standing there, sparks flying everywhere and the sound of metal clanking. She smirked and flipped the top half of her leather holster and pulled her TT-33 out of it's holster and walked into the building. The person ceased their work and looked at the relatively young looking woman. The person lifted their mask and smiled at Alyssa. "It's a pleasure to see you again Special Agent Mary Constantine. How have you been?" She asked looking at the young looking redheaded woman dressed in a dark tan suit with a welding mask on. The woman laughed and gave Alyssa a brief hug. "Im not in the FBI anymore Alyssa. Got kicked out and im on the run, right now im just doing weapon upgrades and such for various clients." The woman said letting out a laugh as she pointed to an old Barrett M82A1 Sniper Rifle she was optimizing at the moment. "Sounds exciting Mary. So how's business?" Alyssa asked as she took a seat on an old Oil drum that had been sitting there for a long while it seemed. Mary shrugged and pointed to a large pallet of Hundred dollar bills and other denominations. "Pretty good actually. I've been getting more money in a few months than a year with the FBI. It's great." The woman said laughing as she looked around and ran her hand across the black holster her standard issue P226 was resting in. Alyssa let out a laugh and shook her head. "Well I need you to design a new pistol. I'd like it to be a Forty Five caliber low recoil pistol, double action. Large magazine and muzzle brake." Alyssa said handing the woman a large stack of money totaling around 100 thousand dollars. Hell Alyssa had the money to bomb. The organization was well off and bringing in that much money in a few hours with how well their businesses were going. "...The Motherland Abandoned me..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 8:26 am
Location: Little Bay Streets The two girls scattered from the scene the darker one, Lydia, took time to watch the now dead dealer's body begin to marinate in his own crimson bodily fluids before taking off with her sister. The lighter of the two, Maria, stopped at a dumpster. "Sister will you help me?", Maria asked as she tried tugging out what appeared to be a gun. "Delighted to", Lydia smiled taking grasp of what Maria was tugging on helping her pull out a PKP Pencheneg machine gun. Maria laid the butt end of the machine gun on the ground while she dug around and pulled out two belts of 250 rounds. "I'll carry the gun.", Maria said taking up the 19 pound gun and going off at a trotting pace. Lydia put away her Luger in an inner pocket of her top before sliding the belts over her shoulders and following after her sister. The armored Cadillac pulled off from the curb and moved up a block. Lydia and Maria made their way into the rear entrance of a local diner making their way to the second floor of the building in a vacant space overlooking a run down apartment complex. They dropped the bipod, opened the feed tray and loaded in the first belt while the men in the Cadillac exited their car and headed up to the entrance of the complex following in behind a resident as she opened the door. They went three floors up to a series of apartments that served as a dealing point for a small time meth distributor. The men reached into their pockets and pulled out baggies of a murky brown crystaline with a small tupperware bowl of clear liquid taped onto it. The first was crystalized nitroglycerin and the second was a bowl of hyrdoflouric acid. The men punched a small timed fuze rod into the baggies and drew CZ-75 Automatic Machine Pistols shooting the side of the door that would have locks. Finally they kicked in the door and threw in the baggies pulling the pins from the fuzes. The men quickly walked away before the bombs exploded.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 4:39 pm
Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty" H e a l t h███████████████ █ 100%A m m u n i t i o n███████████████▌▌ 100%C u r r e n t W e a p o n███████████████▌▌ Kalashnikov AK-74 Assault Rifle (5.45x39mm)L o c a t i o n███████████████▌▌ The Little Russia Hotel- Northern Gardens"...Родина-мать бросила меня..." Alyssa let out another laugh as the woman nodded and walked to her workbench with a Glock 23 in hand. She would modify it for Alyssa into a fully optimized pistol she could use for assassinations. "Mary. You want to make some extra money?" She asked crossing her arms, the Soviet greatcoat resting on her shoulders, the arms swaying with the wind. The woman shrugged and thought about the offer for a small amount of time and nodded. "Depends on what your asking Alyssa." The woman said thinking more about the offer. "Im saying that if you join my organization, the Balalaika. You will make about three of those pallets of money within a day. Though I don't reach out this offer at all. Your the only non-Russian who has ever been invited to the organization. You can be our weapon specialist and modifier. You'll be a lot richer than you are now." She explained to the redheaded woman. As soon as she finished Mary's face lit up like a Russian airstrike target. "I'll join. Sounds pretty good, if you can get me some new weapons besides AR-15s and get me some actual M16 rifles I'll gladly join." Mary said letting out a laugh as she looked into Alyssa's eyes, She had to look up because of Alyssa's height. The woman was only 5'7" while Alyssa stood at 6'3". Alyssa nodded and shrugged. "I think I can find a few M16s in the armory. Most are out of operation though. So you can knock yourself out." She said shrugging as Mary nodded, soaking every word in. "...The Motherland Abandoned me..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 10:45 am
Cedric "Big Homie" Benson
Original Gangster
Saponi Avenue Clique 
Armaments: Baby Eagle 9915R
Glock 23 Compact .40
Inhibitions: Under the influence of Marijuana
Cedric stood in front of a mirror in the bedroom of the small projects apartment. Wearing his usual attire, a pair of black dickeys cargo pants, a black pair of Nike AF-1's and a white sleeveless wife-beater top. He ran a comb through his hair for a couple moments before licking the fingertips of his pinkeys and running them parallel along his eyebrows, a common practice in his morning ritual. He opened the top droor of his dresser and removed a leg-holster Glock 23 hidden under a pair of socks, reaching down and pulling his pant leg up as he attached the holster to his right upper calf and tightened the strap. He then reached into the dresser and dug through several items of clothing before finding the Baby Eagle 9915R he was known for carrying. He removed the magazine to check and make sure the weapon was fully loaded, which it was, then he turned the safety on to avoid any embarassing mishaps and slid the pistol into the back of his pants, letting the shirt drop over the back to slightly conceal it. Last but not least he pulled his chain on over his head, then slid his diamond rollex onto his wrist. He made his way out of the bedroom into the kitchen and grabbed a professionaly rolled blunt sitting on the counter and placed it in his mouth. He opened a small closet door that held most of his 'flashier' coats and removed a simple olive green hoody from the back of the closet, pulling it over his head and making sure it concealed the Baby Eagle entirely before making a move toward the door. He locked the apartment door behind him and made his way down the hallway, he approached two guards standing at the entrance to one of the few elevators in the building. "That s**t still on lock or what *****?" He said as he stopped in front of the two men looking at the more wiley of the two on the right, a soldier named Anton that he was familiar with, Anton was known for his interestingly well styled hairstyles. " Yeah Big Homie, maintenance tried to come and fix the ******** shafts again but we scared they b***h a** off, second time this week them b***h's done tried to come up in here and pull that wack a** s**t." Anton responded, his arms at his sides while his partner clutched a Ingram Mac-11 SMG, cradling the weapon with both hands. They kept every elevator in the projects in constant repair in order to keep the police from having quick access to the upper floors of the projects where most of the gangs crimes were contemplated. The city frequently sent repairmen at random times to the elevators and they were frequently turned away by Avenues who rarely let them into the buildings interior, for the purpose of keeping the eleavtors out of order. Cedric nodded at Anton and looked at the elevator, a large yellow sign on the front of it read 'Out of Order till further notice'. "Good s**t, keep it that way. You see those ******** come up in here again, start flashin your metal at em till they get the point, they keep comin back here they gon gets what comin to em." He said before turning and pushing open the door to the stairway leading down from the 32nd Floor. He made his way down the flight of stairs and after a long descent he found himself out front of the Saponi Avenue Projects. As he exited the building he was confronted by a gang of greetings and acknowledgements from his fellow members. He didn't stop to chat however, instead he made his way to the 1993 LM002 SUV parked in front of the projects building. Most people would never dream of leaving a vehicle that expensive out in the open, especially in the projects, but everyone knew whose SUV sat outside the building and anyone who got too nosey usually got a fistfull of lead from the many soldiers passing by. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, stepping into the vehicle and placing the blunt in his mouth. He rolled the window down and brought the cars cigarrette lighter to the end of the blunt, inhaling the toxic fumes and exhaling as he felt the drug start to work his senses. He pushed the automatic transmission into drive and gently stepped on the gas as the SUV lurched forward and the large Lamborghini engine roared. He made a left and decided he would make a round of the projects, go see what the business was like. He pulled his hood up over his face as he continued to drive and then quickly hung another left, pulling into the parkinglot of the one of the public housing buildings over on Kid Street. He exited the vehicle after locking it and with a blunt still burning in his mouth made his way to the front of the projects, approaching one of the men on their phone in front of the building. "Ey, what it do SiSi." Cedric said as he took a city at a bench to the left of where the man was standing, his back facing the parkinglot. "Yeah...yeah, do that s**t quick too them polices been sniffin around the Burger Joint. Do what it do Big Homie." The man replied as he placed the phone in his pocket and took a seat in front of Cedric on the bench. SiSi was a rather large Haitian man with a calm demeanor, he wore a flashy pair of jeans, black and green bandanas hung from his back pockets and a black shirt with the words 'SAPONI BLOC' printed in yellow sharpy on the front. "Whats the word, *****?" Cedric said, turning to look behind him as a somewhat attractive white female passed by, his eyes focused mainly on the rear of the woman. " Already made three stacks today Big Homie, business is poppin off right now. But word on the street is the meth trade is on an uprise in the city. We chillin doh, far as I heard the meth trade good for our business, it done pissed a lotta ******** off, people buyin guns from us like crazy right now, we even got da ice cream truck set up over there at the construction site on Roland Street." SiSi said with a hint of confidence in his voice, his arms now crossed in front of him as he leaned slightly back on the bench. "Damn, ***** thats whats up, aight, Ima finish my rounds checkin in with the rest of the PH and I'll head over to Roland, see how that s**t be goin. Dueces bruh." Cedric said as he stood from the bench and turned from the bench, walking back out into the parking lot and climbing into the SUV. He could have walked but he didn't like to leave the SUV around, even if it was being watched by the crew. He sped off toward the next PH building on his list, the Norton block PH building, one of the newer buildings and one of the most heavily populated.
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