Ottae takes the Four Dragons Casino for GSF and writes 5 chapters
I woke up with enthusiasm that morning. I got changed into my "Grove Gear" and headed for the door, not eve thinking about breakfast. I got into my black and green Greenwood and set off down the Las Venturas Strip. I felt my tummy rumble so i stopped at a nearby Chilli Dog Stall and bought my breakfast.
Continuing down the Strip, i eventually came to the big golden ring which was the entrance to my new Casino, "The 4-Dragons" It was originally the Triads but they left so i got it on be half of Grove Street. I'd been fixing it up for months but today, it was finally ready, the start of Grove Street in Las Venturas.
I pushed open the giant doors and looked around. It looked gleaming, Golden and Ruby paint covered the walls, giving it the Oriental feeling i'd hoped for. There was still a bit of work to do but it would only take 5 hours, plenty of time. Suddenly the doors flew open, i turned arund to see Wu-Zi-Mu standing at the doors, smiling down at me.
One of his Triads helped him down the steps towards me. When he came closer, i could see a big bruise around his cheek, it was probably from walking into something.
"Ottae! This is your big day. Don't , what ever you do, mess this place up like i did." Wu-Zi-Mu Said, he then muttered something along the lines of, 'Midgets, honestly'.
"Hi Woozie" I said warmly, "Nice of you to drop by, i wanted to ask you a favour. As you know, it's the opening night tonight and i need a little extra security. Don't get me wrong, Grove Street is tough, but two gangs are better than one, catch my drift?"
"I understand, The Mafia seem to have a vendetta against any new business in the area, expecially when it's a local gang running it. I'll be happy to help, anything to assist your success." Woozie beamed at me. "May I have a look round?"
"O..k..you have a LOOK round, If that'll work."
After the tour, wesat down at the bar and talked about Gang Territory, the conversation then drifted onto the opening.
"It's good times for Grove Street Ottae, I can see this Casino being the best in Las Venturas." Said Woozie, taking sip of his Martini.
"So long as we can keep the Mafia at bay. I've got a few homies here with me in Las Venturas, they should be here soon. I've still got some work to do." I
"What time is the opening" asked Woozie
"20:00 sharp, we're expecting most of Vinewood, including Madd Dogg and i suppose Salvatore Leone" I sighed "I just hope it goes smoothly and nothing kicks off" I added
"I'm sure with your security, everything will be ok." Woozie finished off his Martini and stood up, "see you tonight Ottae, good luck." At this, Woozie walked to the door, with the help of some Triads, and left the Casino, leaving me sitting at a bar stool, staring at the bottom of my Beer glass, Thinking of what the evening ahead.
19:30, Half an hour to go before the guests arrive for the opening night. I was sitting at the bar again, enjoying the 8th beer of the day. I had to admit that i was nervous about the evening. Not only were the rich and famous coming, there was the probably going to be Salvatore Leone, the leader of the Leone Family Mafia.
It would of been ok, but Woozie's Triad's that he had promised had not turned up yet and now it was 19:45. I had 30 Grove Street homies with me but the Triads were for outdoor security and they wouldn't go a miss.
"Ottae!" Shouted a Grove Street member, "Look up dawg!" i did as he said and looked at the glass dome that was the roof and saw Triads were walking over it, guarding the top.
"Finally! There here!" A wave of relief went though me and i sat down once again on my bar stool."Woozie should turn up soon" I said hopefully.
5 minutes late, there was a knock at the door. Expecting it too be Woozie and stood up opened the door. To my surprise, Madd Dogg was standing in front of me, holding a bottle of expensive looking wine.
"These Triad fools are trippin' do they know who I am?" Said Madd Dogg.
"I wouldn't moan, it means they're doing a good job! Hows it goin' Dogg?"
I asked while showing him some "homie love"
"It's good Ottae, I'm in the studio these days, recording with CJ" announced Madd Dogg happily.
"Great! How is CJ? Haven't seen him in ages! Is he comin' tonight?"
"He's fine G, but he ain't comin' tonight, Girl issues, y'know."
I looked at my watch, 19:55, people should start arriving soon, including Woozie, who turned up 5 minutes later followed by another guy who was dark, slim and tall, he said his name was "Bobby Renno" and he was a personal friend of Woozie's.
After they came, so did everyone else, Vinewood Stars such as "Prad Bitt" and "Com Truise" There were also business men like "Bichard Ranson". Every thing went without a hitch, even my speech went well, every joke, people laughed at and they understood everything i said. It was a great evening until a Triad came smashing through the Domed Roof.
"Ey! Don't-a-crease-a-ma shirt!"
They Italian accent rattled through the deadly silent casino. Then at least 30 Mafia jumped through the hole, including the creased-suit man. All the guests ducked under Slot Machines and Roulette tables while Grove Street open fired on the tresspassing Mafia.
I crouch below the bar and looked round the shelves for a Tec-9. Just after i found it, the Budweiser mirror above me shattered and bits of glass covered my back. I shook off the debris and stood up. I opened fired on the Mafia, killing at least 3 of them, another bullet flew past my head, breaking a bottle of Tequila on the shelf behind me.
I duct under the bar once more and after 10 seconds, the room went silent. Confused i stood up slowly to see that Grove Street had surrounded the Mafia with guns pointing at them.
"What is the meaning of your Intrusion?" I asked. No one answered until the doors flew open, Salvatore stood at the top of the steps, half-expecting the Mafia to have taken control, but he was taken aback to find Grove Street in control.
"Ottae! A pleasure to meet you!" Salvatore frowned, as he looked round to see more Grove Street standing around the edge of the Casino. "sorry i was a little hard coming in, my boys tend to get a bit upset to see Triads so they, well, you can see the damage." Salvatore looked at the smashed ceiling.
"What do you want?" I repeated.
"To join the party of course!" Salvatore answered.
"Sorry, invitation only." This didn't seem to please, Salvatore as he clicked his fingers loudly and a second later, there was a loud bang on the roof somewhere & more glass dropped from the dome. This gave the encircled Mafia a chance to grab their weapons from the floor and point them at Grove Street.
I duct behind the bar again expecting gun fire but the room was silent again.
"The tabled have turned Ottae! Now i shold get outta here within the next 5 minutes, it's gonna get a bit dusty." Salvatore smirked at me from behind his bodyguards. All i could do was stare at the beautiful chandelier above and, without thinking, i stood up and covered the chandelier with Tec-9 bullets. The huge glass structure broke from it's hold and fell to the floor, crushing at least 10 Mafia.
Salvatore took this as a sign to leave and him with the rest of the Mafia, left in an instant. I expected for everyone to leave after that, but they didn't, they just carried on like nothing had happened, I guess they are used to this kind of stuff, living in San Andreas and all.
I sat down at the bar and a man dressed in green walked up to me, i figured he was Grove Street but as he walked closer, gun in his hand, i saw that it was Bobby Renno.
Before i could say 'hello' he pointed the gun at my face. I stayed motionless, until the trigger was finally pulled...
Fortunately, the gun didn't fire at me, it was fired at Bobby Reeno, who instantly fell into a heep at my feet.
"Thanks for that Woozie." I said, wiping the sweat from my face.
"I make it a priority to kill traitors." said Woozie through gritted teeth.
"You came pretty quickly!"
"Well we had a hunch that he was up to no good, he kept going to the bathroom and looking around to check that no one had followed him, Chong Woo told me he that Reeno was walking up to you with a gun so i follow him and as he held the gun up to your face, i shot him in the back." Woozie sat down at the bar stool and ordered a Martini.
"Thank you Chong, if there's anything i can do for the Triads, don't hesitate to ask." I ordered a Whisky and sipped it slowly to get my nerves back. I was still shaking from the shock.
The rest of the night went perfectly. People from all kinds of different faces walked up to me and complimented me on the party and how well i had dealt with the Mafia breaking through.
Slowly, everyone left, including Madd Dogg who insisted on donating some money to replace the dome roof, in the end I gave in and he handed me a cheque. I looked up at my broken dome roof that had been covered in a red and gold glittery cover so it wasn't too much of an eye saw.
Woozie stood up and shook my hand.
"Thankyou for a lovely evening" He said kindly
"Thankyou for saving my life" I joked. We both laughed and i shook Chong Woo's hand, he smiled and said,
"It was a pleasure to be Mr. Wu-Zi-Mu's eyes sir" he bowed and they both headed for the door.
"Remember," I shouted after them, "If you ever need me, just ring." Woozie bowed as did Chong and they both walked out the door, followed by several Triads.
I stayed there for another 2 hours after my guests had left, as did some Grove homies. We were cleaning up the little that the guests had left and we were also cleaning up the broken glass left on the carpet. It was now 3:00 am and I sat at the bar and had another Whisky. The shock had gone now but was still going over the situation in my head until a homie called 'Explo - Zae' bid farewell and left.
After all of Grove Street Families had gone, i walked out the door and padlocked it. opened the door to my newly dented Greenwood and headed down the strip. after I passed the now closed kiosk that i bought my breakfast at that morning, i heard a faint ticking. Extremely troubled, i looked in the glove compartment to see a time bomb with 3 seconds left until it 'expired'.
"sh*t!" I screamed. I picked up the bomb that now read '2' and hurled it out of the window. It landed in the a plant pot in front of Caligula's Palace and in my mirror, i saw soil spread everywhere along with a huge 'bang'. My heart was racing once more. What made things worse, was the flashing blue lights speeding up behind me.
"Aw crap!" I shouted. And changing into forth gear, i put my foot to the floor and turned into an alleyway, backwards. Reversing with all my dented Greenwood could take, i finally reached the end of the alleyway and just as i spun out of the opening, the pursuing Police car collided with another that had just zoomed past me and they both ended up upside down.
"Nicely done" I thought to myself and i sped of back to my safe house, where 4 more police cars waited for me...
Chapter 4 - In Cuffs
I sped up to penetrate the road block, unfortunetly my Greenwood wasn't fast ennough or powerful enough to smash through the Police cars and next thing i knew, i was hugging my green airbag. A cop ran upto my door and pulled it open.
"You are under arrest for using illegal explosives, you may remain silent, but anything you do say may be held against you in court" Said the Cream-Uniformed officer, pointing his gun at me.
"sh*t" I said simply and put my head back into the air bag. The cop grabbed me, pulled me to the floor and cuffed me.As i was dragged towards the Police car, i saw my Greenwood being towed away. I cursed again and ducked my head into the cop car, resting my head against the head-rest provided.
The sirens went and i looked out the back window to see the Tow-truck, carrying my car to the police impound yard.
"Your in a lot of trouble boy." Said the arresting officer from the front. "Blowing sh*t up like that ain't good for the economy. You gonna get locked up for a long time"
"Not if i can supply the evidence i need, I got a lawyer you know" I scowled at him.
"Well you kinda boys don't normally got Lawyers" He replied
"What do you mean 'you kinda boys'?" I asked.
"You know, Gang folk, you normally just shoot people and expect the cops not to chase you."
"I'm a bit more civilised than that, it's not like I threw a bomb out my car with pleasure, if i didn't, it would have blown me up, along with the car." I looked out the window and saw that we were nearly at the police station.
"So your saying it was planted?" The cop asked
"I can't say, I don't know. All i know is that i didn't leave a timb bomb to go off in my car, with me in it."
"So what one of these Gangs are you from? Wait, lemme guess, Ballas?"
"f*ck off man, you know sh*t" I shouted. the journey was silent until two minutes later, we arrived in front of Las Venturas Police Department.The cop got out and opened the door, i stepped out and head towards the door, the cop followed and grabbed my left arm.
"Slow down boy, we've got all night" He wheezed.
"Lets just get this over with" I said as the cop pushed the door open and pulled me towards the enquiries desk.
"Got me a gang member" the Cop said joyfully
"Well done Ed, what's that, 4th one this year?" Joked the receptionist.
"Very funny Barbara" he replied.He took a key of her and pushed me towards a door marked 'Cells' a little while down the corridor he pushed me into an empty cell and locked the door.
"You get your phone call in five minutes." At that he walked off and left me sitting on the single bed, staring at the wall.
'Not again' I thought, 'This time it wasn't even my fault, Rosenburg should be able to sort me out, if not i'm firing his ass"
The five minutes past slowly as i thought about what to say. At last the guard came and opened the cell door and led me off down the corridor.
"One phone call" he muttered. I picked up the hand set and dialed Ken Rosenburg's number from memory. My heart sank as he didn't pick up, after another four seconds, he picked up with the familiar greeting,
"H..Hello?" He said
"Rosenburg, I'm at the LV police station"
"aw geez! What have you done now Ottae?"
"Shutup and listen, The Mafia planted a time bomb in my car so i chucked it out the window, blowing up half the sidewalk. The cops saw me and chased me. I thought i got away but they blocked off the road and my Greenwood wasn't strong enoough to bash through"
"So lemme get this straight, you blew up the sidewalk and then crashed into a road block, ARE YOU CRAZY?"
"I thought i may as well try and escape"
"I gotta be honest Ot, it's not gonna be easy, 2 - 3 months minimum"
"2 - 3 MONTHS?" I shouted
"Keep it down Ottae! You'll wake Kent Paul!"
"What's he gonna do? Pop me? I'm annoyed Rosy! I can't run a Casino from behind bars!"
"Well your going to have to find a replacement, get the Tri-ads to run it again"
"You have to arrange it, one phone call, remember?"
"Tommy, calm down I'll sort it all out!"
"Tommy? Who the f*ck is Tommy? Anyway, sort it out, or I'll get Grove Street to sort you out"
"Bye Ottae"
"Ye, Bye"
I was lead back to my cell where I sat for at least 3 hours before a riot broke out.
It started when a punk was allowed out his cell for a phone call, he grabbed the phone and snapped it off the line. The Police man reached for his gun but was clobbered round the race with the phone. The punk reached for the keys and opened a few of the cells, including mine. As four of the prisoners and me ran for the door, five cops blocked the way and battered the front couple of prisoners with their night sticks.
I saw a gap between the cops and dived for it, to my delight i stood up on the other side of the cops. I headed for the door but a beafy guard tackled me to the floor, cuffed me and smacked me his nightstick.
It's been 3 months since i was locked up. I woke up on the morning of the trial with a headache. A bent cop called R. Machowski had slipped the prisoners some beers. I'd been dry for 3 Months so as soon as I'd finished my fourth pint, I was wasted and now i am lumbered with a hangover.
"What the hell is up with tyou this morning Ottae?" Asked Dave, the friendliest cop, ever.
"I slept funny and hit my head on the bar, now I've got a headache" I lied
"Big day m'boy! After today you'll either be free or have 20 years in prison"
"I've got a guy called Rosenburg defending me, lets hope he holds up"
"I'll be prayin' for you" Dave said kindly
"Thanks Mr. Works!" I said, rubbing my head, it did feel like I had been hit with a steel bar. I got up from my bed and looked in the mirror at my rough reflection. I was the only white Grove Street member, but no one seemed to care."
An hour later, two prison guards turned up with Rosenburg behind them.
"This is it" said Rosenburg, he was sweating buckets.
"Lets get it over with" I sighed amd stood at the opening of the cell door while the beafy security guard that had tackled me 3 months before, handcuffed me.
I was extremely nervous about the trial, the journey to the courtroom seemed to take no time at all, and before i knew it, i was sitting in a wooden chair next to Rosenburg and another cop.
"All rise, Case 233, illegal use of explosives outside a casino on the Las Venturas Strip. How do you plead?" asked the Judge.
"Not Guilty" I said at once, even though it was a lie, I was guilty but it probably wouldn't go down well if I pleaded guilty.
GTA: San Andreas
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