Death Threats & Fighter Jets
Originally from Birmingham, England. I lived in a small home just south of the airport, I grew up watching planes come and go, and different models fly above me as i sat and watched for hours. Aviation, something i knew hardly anything about but what interested me the most. I went through my years of school keeping my head down and waiting on the results which would shape my life. College came around, courses on courses on courses there was more than you could imagine. I browsed for hours deciding on which i would choose until i found the one. Aerospace Engineering, something which captivated me in my younger years and something i had dreamt of doing since I was a kid. I signed onto the course, 3 years of intense work to finally receive my diploma. I was set free into the world wielding a level 3 diploma and bad decisions. I soon found myself heading down the wrong tracks, the dreams and ambitions of designing, maintaining and researching the metal beasts in the sky just a memory fading away. I found myself moving away to america. still barely grasping the thought of becoming an engineer one day.
Los Santos, a prospering city full of opportunities. My break, a chance to finally follow my dreams, i started off slow. Scoring myself a job at the local toll booth, I would see fancy cars, gangs of people, all sorts. Thinking to myself how i would someday drive the cars they drove, live the life they lived. I saved, all my money went into rent and I made the extra effort to save enough for an old car. I went down to the dealership and i bought it, an old muscle car; Something i thought was pretty cool at the time. It was cheap, all i could afford but it worked, it got me from point A to point B. On my way to my 9-5 job a biker pulls out in-front of me, i slam the breaks but its too late my car collided with his bike and he is sent across the road. Instantly i call an ambulance as i get hurled with abuse from the crippled man, trying to diffuse the situation i approach him. The biggest mistake of my life, the brief encounter was all it took for the man to see my face, remember my car. I was given 7 days to live and promised revenge. I was shook, drawn back to my younger years and all the hard work and ambition which brought me here for it all to be taken by an angry man on a bike.
I needed help badly, someone to watch my back while i went along with my daily jobs. Pulling up to the bank to collect my salary a sharp, piercing car pulls up. Under-lights the whole deal, i approach just to talk about the car, something i had interest in. We talked for awhile and i ended up hanging out with him for a while. I saw him around town and eventually found out that he was a member of an organisation "Dojin-Kai" an unfamiliar name but one i would soon never forget. Time passed by and i met more and more members, made more friends and started to recognise them as i went about my life. Until one day while picking up my wages like usual i was approached, a new figure. We got talking i told him about the biker and he revealed he was also a member of the Dojin-Kai a name i heard often now, we exchanged names and slowly i recognised more and more people throughout the city until one day James, my new friend came with a deal. I was to supply him with a good in exchange of the recruitment or introduction into the gang. I was drawn back, something i was not prepared for. I carried out the deal and spoke with the man, apparently he took a chance with me as he had a good feeling, i soon found this out after interacting with other members of the organisation. Days passed and i found myself hanging out with them more than working, in fact i quit my job and began other means of income so i could balance my social life more appropriately. 5 days passed, sitting outside their HQ speaking with a couple of the members. I was brought inside, instructed on the Morals and actions of the organisation and whether i would like to become a member. 3 months down the line, I'm now the one who drives through the toll booth in the fancy car, the one who rolls up to the bank with the under-lights. a target for the less wealthy, a trigger to start a journey into the better side of life. When i was younger i wished to work with fighter jets but i came to realise, instead of fighter jets i'd be working with death threats and that was fine by me, because i now had a group of skilled people one radio call away, who i called my friends. One of the newest members of Dojin-Kai.
