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Now that the habanero boys have gotten their feet wet in the game of arson and destruction, it was time to begin targeted attacks on businesses, and what better initial target than the Downtown Cab Company, more commonly known as DCC. Two of the more prominent figures representing DCC are Stela Cater and Gunner Owen, and a blow to either of these would surely lend us some credibility. With that said, here is the story of the habanero boys vs dcc: Rolling up to a hideout near DCC, getting ready to scope out the compound, and loaded up with highly explosive nitrous canisters. The nitrous canisters, what a find these slamvans were, let me tell ya. Word on the street is they burn 50 degrees hotter than the highest octane available from a pump. Scoping out DCC from afar, looking for potential weakspots. Unfortunately many of the staffs vehicles were locked behind a gate that the habenero boys could not penetrate, so they went to look for alternatives....and considered simply destroying the vehicles in the DCC lot. After speaking to some of the DCC employees it seems the gate would only unlock for an employee, and Jacob had an idea....he would call a taxi and see if he could bribe them.... Unfortunately, the taximan was loyal to the core, and would hardly hear our request out. I guess he was okay with working for pennies while the manager's above him make millions off his hard work while doing nothing. We would need to find an alternate way. Before the attack, we would need to get some notes, and as some of the boys have heard IA is able to trace them back to the creator, so we paid off a loner at the gas station who was looking for work to write up a few of them for us. With the notes in hand, the boys were ready to act. Upon returning to DCC, notes in hand, the boys noticed that Stela's beautiful Caracara was no longer in the compound, but parked in front of it. Not one to give up an easy opportunity, the boys quickly got to work. Not wasting any time, the boys take the Caracara up into the mountains, and make preparations for the burn. They pour nitrous all over the truck, ensuring it seeps into every crevice. Of course, they leave one of their signature calling cards along with the soon to be vehicle carcass. Once the preparations were complete, Jacob lit a match and tossed it into the cabin of the caracara, instantly lighting it ablaze. The remainder of the city was visible in the background, and Jacob knew that it too, must burn. Unfortunately, our protagonist was not used to the extreme flammability of the newly used nitrous combustible, and had found himself in a world of pain. Fortunately one of the other haba boys was able to get him to a hospital and all patched up, ready for another day of burning.

The habanero boys have been busy, both in adding new members to their ranks and executing small scale attacks. These attacks are generally due to the addition of several new Bells to the organization who have been eager to prove themselves worthy of the 'Flamer' rank. Most of the attacks went off without a hitch, and Jacob was pleased by the damage he was causing to the economy of LS, no matter how small. Unfortunately during one of the attacks, a new Bell had burned themselves to a crisp and required medical attention, which they fortunately received. Not seeing the irony in working against the government services he and his organization relied on, Jacob's commitment to the cause only grew. Some of the attacks from the recent arson spree. While these attacks are numerous, effective, and shall no doubt continue. Jacob knows that bigger fish await him, as he begins eyeing targets larger and larger by the day. Banks have always been a bastion of a corrupt, capitalistic society, perhaps his next plan shall involve one of those....

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The story of Jacob Leoni, where to begin. Poor kid from Brooklyn with Italian roots, followed in his father's footsteps and became a made man in the Lucchese crime family in New York before he turned 22. Due to his subdued and even tempered nature he flourished in organized crime and quickly became a hitman for the family, executing murders in an efficient and calculated manner. By the time he was 33 Jacob had the blood of over two dozen men on his hands, a two year old daughter, and a loving wife, Clarissa. In short, he had something to lose. One Thursday morning Jacob woke up, and felt something was amiss. There had been some rumors and uncertainty floating around the Lucchese crime family recently, and Jacob was on high alert. As a hitman, and a known one at that, he knew that him and his family would be one of the first to be targeted if anything was awry. As Jacob was out of town, unbeknownst to him a group of his former associates had come to take his family hostage. At his house in brooklyn, several goons came to take his wife and child. Unfortunately for them, Clarissa was never anything close to a basic b***h. She ran to the basement, grabbed Jacob's favorite toy, and well... Unfortunately, the mafia bastards overwhelmed our temporary heroine, and left her carcass to rot in the street. Jacob's daughter was also slain, the mafia bastards were emotionally charged after losing three of their own when attempting to abduct a housewife, of all things, and killed the young child out of frustration and retaliation. Jacob never found out what spurned the attack, but he immediately cooperated with the FIB and after divulging everything he knows was granted a second chance at life in Los Santos, and a new appearance, and a new name under the FIB's witness protection program. ~Life in Los Santos~ Jacob came to Los Santos, but with no real skills he quickly turned to a life of petty crime and theft. It took him months to save up $300k for his first house. Money was hard to come by, and Jacob missed and grieved over his wife and child. Life was hard at the start, no doubt. He even resorted to begging during some of his most vulnerable points Until one day, Jacob discovered Teqila-la, and the poker tables within. It took Jacob more time to get his first 300k than it took him to go from 300k to 3 million. He was rolling in it, and quickly decided to invest. Drags and houses, rent them out, ride them, do whatever. (notice the habanero prominently on his sweater....dat foreshadowing tho) One day, Jacob got scammed. Another day, he got scammed again. Total losses were over over $800k to Jacob, and he started to notice how scammers have seemingly taken over the city. He was scammed by gang members, both times. F*** these gangs. One day, he was pulled over by PD and charged for something he did not do, of course he submitted an IA report but it went nowhere. F*** the PD. One of his close acquaintances was scammed by a member of SD. How can it be? Does nobody have any morals in this city? Los Santos...the city of saints. A more fitting name would be Los Demonios. And so Jacob's story continues...

Perhaps owning a gas station shall be the eventual goal. Shopping around for the best prices on...materials Unfortunately, the tanker was full of nothing volatile. This relatively low octane fuel is not the best explosive ordinance, something the Habanero Boys will have to work on is sourcing better ordinance. Another failed attack. Back to the shop we go, and purchase 10 jerry cans for one final attempt of the night. Like all things, this is a learning process Finally, the first success of the Habanero Boys is underway, with the help of one of our new Bells. We are pretty sure this is a weazel van, or perhaps it was at one point. But even if not, it was a prime burn target for testing our techniques. Now that we have some sort of working methodology towards destruction, the frequency and scale of attacks should only increase.