Stories Of... Round II

[Maltavite 61]

(Well, I have a fresh story...)

 

A fully pimped Bonneville just pulled up near railroad tracks and a Hispanic guy got out. He wore a football jersey and a track pants that matching the colors of his jersey. He went to a payphone and started calling someone. Then he walked out from the payphone and he looked around. Two Turkish thugs approached him.

 

The Hispanic man then flashed his weapon, a .357 Magnum. The Turkish thugs pulled their guns too, the first gangster held a Beretta 92SB while the other a S&W 915. It turned to a standoff.

[Rye 122]

Car horns blared as the traffic worsened. Curses could be heard all around, from angry drivers who apparently were getting late for work.

 

In the middle of the traffic was a black sedan, and inside was a woman who looked of foreign descent, her blond hair tied back. She wore sunglasses even though the vehicle was heavily tinted, and she wore a lot of mascara and her lips flaming red. The woman sat cross-legged at the backseat, her leather black trench coat hanging over her thigh. 

 

Beside her was a brusque-looking man, his hair a clean, sharp crew cut. He also wore sunglasses, which were far too small for his face, and he wore a bluetooth earpiece. Like the woman, he had a leather black trench coat, but he was wearing them, unlike her. 

 

Suddenly a phone rang, and the man tapped his earpiece. "Ma'am, it's for you," the man said with a thick Russian accent, as he handed the phone to the woman.

 

Pressing it up against her ear, she spoke, with an unusual foreign accent. "What is it?"

 

We've found the guy, Ma'am.

 

The woman sat up straight, listening intently. "Have you made contact? Have you gotten him?" She asked.

 

Not yet, Ma'am. He's with two other guys. Apparently, these men cornered him. They look like they're Turkish.

 

"Oh, they must be some thugs. Have there been any gunfire?" 

 

Not yet Ma'am, but they've brought out their--- 

 

A gunshot was heard from the other line. "What's happening now?" The woman demanded. The other line went silent, and after a few moments the voice came back. 

 

Ma'am, I just switched places. It appears they're having a standoff.

 

"Well, apprehend him immediately! We need him alive. The Boss said so." 

 

Roger that.

[Maltavite 61]

The Hispanic man noticed something fishy. He then looks around, "Looks like these pendejos just tried to trap us in." They lowered their weapon.
 
The Turkish with Beretta sighed, "It isn't worth a problem, these Bullshit Organization just wont stand against Simeon and the Turkish mobsters." He turned his back and opened fire. He hit one of the hitman in the chest. As he feel, the Hispanic man finished him with two shots to the head. They started to make a mad dash to the Bonneville and the Hispanic man popped the trunk open. It revealed an arsenal of guns on the trunk. The Turkish with Beretta picked a Galil ARM as his friend with S&W took an Mk 14 EBR. The Hispanic man took an AKS-74 with PK-AV sight and drum mag.
 
The Turkish with EBR took a girl as shield. She was a young petite girl with short, white hair and blue eyes. She wears a light-blue striped shirt, with green short-shorts and sneakers. The Hispanic man had a cellphone on his hands. He screamed to his friends, "Hold them off! I'll call the Rifas and the Ballers to help us!"
 
"Jose, help me at the intersection near the railroad! These Mafioso are pinned us"

[Tyrian 0]

Two Aztecas gangster was waiting inside a '84 Grand AM. They flashing their gun as gunshots rang out. "The Rifas and the Turkish mob are facing their enemies head on. Time to work for Cesar..." One of them was held a MAC-11 while the other armed with a Kahstan. They got out from the car, looking around before they advanced.

[Maltavite 61]

There’s four gangsters sitting inside a ’11 Civic as they watching the firefight. They wore gold and dye clad. The driver informed, "The Rifas are blazing their guns at the Mafioso. It's time to pull a heist on them with Ross’ help. Snatch the drugs and frame the Aztecas..." One of the Sepulcros OGs opened the duffel bag. He took a MAC-10 from the duffel bag as the other crew picked their guns. One of them was held an AKM while two other held .44 Magnums. They stepped out from the car and heading to the bank.

 

The Sepulcros with MAC-10 emptied his gun at the ceiling, "Everyone on the floor! This ain’t a robbery!" The hostages did that, except one of the clerk. That man indeed is Ross. A Sepulcros with AKM looked at him, "Alright dawg, lead us to the stuff, Ross." Then he looked at the hostages, “Dawg, tie them all.” He ordered his crew. Ross nodded, "Marcia, gimme a gun." The Sepulcros with .44 handed his gun to Ross. He now held an Uzi. His name was Marcia. They headed to a locked room. One of them kicked the door open, revealing a shipment of cocaine there. "It's beautiful. Pure Colombian snow. I think we’ll got a lot of money if we sold the C at high price."

 

Marcia noticed they was watched. The Sepulcros with MAC-10 roared, "Suckass motherfucker! Cap that fool!"

 

Ross and two Sepulcros OGs went though the security room. They aimed their weapons on the door. They began firing until their weapon click dry and one of the Sepulcros OGs sneered, "How it's taste, motherfucker? No Aztecas wouldn't touch the drugs, asshole!" They started back to the entrance. They saw the hostages had been tied. The Sepulcros with .44 informed Ross, “Yo, we can use her as ransom. That’ll warn these idiots from Fairy Tail to not fuck with the Sepulcros!”

 

Ross asked him, “Oh, that girl with Gothic clothing?” He was referring at the girl with gothic clothing. She is a slim young woman of below average height. She has long, white hair which curls slightly at the ends, with two bangs framing her face and reaching down to her chest; her hairstyle's most distinctive trait is a short, upward ponytail obtained by gathering and tying the hair covering her forehead.

 

Marcia scoffed, “What the fuck? I said no rough stuff! The Fairy Tail are gonna be on red alert now! Dumbass!”