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It was on a dreary night in August, I sprinted through the desolate hallways rushing towards the emergency room. As I got closer the screeching got louder and clearer, overpowering the raindrops that constantly crashed into the plastic windows. Quickly putting on my latex gloves, mask, and apron as I busted through the door. Despite the agonising screams of pain, the second my eyes set onto the lake of blood, my eyes had stolen the sound from my ears. I couldn’t hear a thing; never in my life as a doctor had I witnessed such a disturbing sight. I stood in fear of what was to come, only to finally come back into reality by the aggressive shake of a nurse. “Doctor, she’s lost too much blood!”. Crying in pain and agony was a broken pregnant woman, slowly her screams began to get more and more quiet. Along with the constant beeping from the electrocardiograph getting longer and longer. Till eventually the final beep had replaced the painful screams. It was my worst nightmare as a doctor; she was gone but I was not going to rest, I grabbed the defibrillator and rested the cold metal on her chest. Each “CLEAR!” resulting in my cries getting louder. I upped the voltage and tried again. I tried and tried till I could no longer save her, she was dead. I instantly made the call to prepare for a C-Section. I couldn’t save the late mother, I had to save this innocent child. Her inanimate cold eyes, still staring at me as I inserted my scalpel into her 9-month pregnant abdomen. I felt it, the strong kicks of the angel inside her, fighting for his life. It was not over yet. After approximately an hour of trying to safely take this very much alive baby out of its coffin. There it was, the constant cries of the baby I had long waited for, he was safe and healthy. I held the baby boy and stroked the eyes of the mother close as I whispered, “I truly am sorry, rest in peace Maria”. Witnessing the death of my Godmother had startled me. I came out of the emergency room to where the family was waiting impatiently to hear about their mother and baby brother’s desperate fight for survival. I handed the child to the broken father to which the family gratefully smiled, wiping their tears of sorrow. That was until they asked me the dreadful question, “How’s Maria doing, can we see her?”. I took off my hat, gloves and apron and looked down to the ground in despair. “I am sorry, there was nothing more I could do.” The father gave his baby boy to Zero and began to weep. I heard his slight mumble of “this is all your fault”. To be continued...

Keep going boys, can’t wait for the RP to come

Glad to see Paleto active again. Can’t wait for more RP with you guys.

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Chapter 2: The Coffin Birth: It was on a dreary night in August, I sprinted through the desolate hallways rushing towards the emergency room. As I got closer the screeching got louder and clearer, overpowering the raindrops that constantly crashed into the plastic windows. Quickly putting on my latex gloves, mask, and apron as I busted through the door. Despite the agonising screams of pain, the second my eyes set onto the lake of blood, my eyes had stolen the sound from my ears. I couldn’t hear a thing; never in my life as a doctor had I witnessed such a disturbing sight. I stood in fear of what was to come, only to finally come back into reality by the aggressive shake of a nurse. “Doctor, she’s lost too much blood!”. Crying in pain and agony was a broken pregnant woman, slowly her screams began to get more and more quiet. Along with the constant beeping from the electrocardiograph getting longer and longer. Till eventually the final beep had replaced the painful screams. It was my worst nightmare as a doctor; she was gone but I was not going to rest, I grabbed the defibrillator and rested the cold metal on her chest. Each “CLEAR!” resulting in my cries getting louder. I upped the voltage and tried again. I tried and tried till I could no longer save her, she was dead. I instantly made the call to prepare for a C-Section. I couldn’t save the late mother, I had to save this innocent child. Her inanimate cold eyes, still staring at me as I inserted my scalpel into her 9-month pregnant abdomen. I felt it, the strong kicks of the angel inside her, fighting for his life. It was not over yet. After approximately an hour of trying to safely take this very much alive baby out of its coffin. There it was, the constant cries of the baby I had long waited for, he was safe and healthy. I held the baby boy and stroked the eyes of the mother close as I whispered, “I truly am sorry, rest in peace Maria”. Witnessing the death of my Godmother had startled me. I came out of the emergency room to where the family was waiting impatiently to hear about their mother and baby brother’s desperate fight for survival. I handed the child to the broken father to which the family gratefully smiled, wiping their tears of sorrow. That was until they asked me the dreadful question, “How’s Maria doing, can we see her?”. I took off my hat, gloves and apron and looked down to the ground in despair. “I am sorry, there was nothing more I could do.” The father gave his baby boy to Zero and began to weep. I heard his slight mumble of “this is all your fault”. To be continued...

Chapter 1: You look like you’ve seen a ghost Drowning in gasoline, I woke up. My entire body was covered by the deadly liquid. I was in pure agony and pain, blinded by darkness and captivated by the horrific sounds around me. The warm blood from my cut fingers slowly dropped onto the cold and clammy concrete. The more I woke up, the greater the pain became. The more I began to realise. I struggled and screamed in discomfort. Why weren’t my legs moving?! Only at that moment did I notice the tens of small rusty nails, driven into my legs with two daggers, lunged deep into my kneecaps. Too tired and dehydrated to even cry, I scavenged around to find a saviour, a way out, one last chance at life. I pleaded and pleaded, to any voices that could hear me. When suddenly I saw a small light emerge from what seemed to be lighter. The light got brighter to which I saw some dark black gloves and a mask which resembled a skull. Silently sat in front of me the silhouette of the devil. The frightening figure reached into his pockets and pulled out a cigarette, lighting the end. Each inhale and exhale he took felt like my last breath. He finally stood up and patted down his overcoat and fixed his crooked tie. To which he flicked the cigarette and my last ever conversation towards me. I was dead silent as I prepared for my despair. The last words I ever heard, “You look like you have seen a ghost! Drake ‘Ghost’ Hunter, pleasure to meet you. Leader of the Los Santos Royals”. To be continued...

Drowning in gasoline, I woke up. My entire body was covered by the deadly liquid. I was in pure agony and pain, blinded by darkness and captivated by the horrific sounds around me. The warm blood from my cut fingers slowly dropped onto the cold and clammy concrete. The more I woke up, the greater the pain became. The more I began to realise. I struggled and screamed in discomfort. Why weren’t my legs moving?! Only at that moment did I notice the tens of small rusty nails, driven into my legs with two daggers, lunged deep into my kneecaps. Too tired and dehydrated to even cry, I scavenged around to find a saviour, a way out, one last chance at life. I pleaded and pleaded, to any voices that could hear me. When suddenly I saw a small light emerge from what seemed to be lighter. The light got brighter to which I saw some dark black gloves and a mask which resembled a skull. Silently sat in front of me the silhouette of the devil. The frightening figure reached into his pockets and pulled out a cigarette, lighting the end. Each inhale and exhale he took felt like my last breath. He finally stood up and patted down his overcoat and fixed his crooked tie. To which he flicked the cigarette and my last ever conversation towards me. I was dead silent as I prepared for my despair. The last words I ever heard, “You look like you have seen a ghost! Drake ‘Ghost’ Hunter, pleasure to meet you. Leader of the Los Santos Royals”. To be continued...

Sleight of Hand Wrong Place, Wrong Time: It was just another day for the Royals, finishing their daily events of robbing every store and cooking for the night as they all collected around their HQ and just spent some time as a family. All completely relaxed and chilling by the chess board and pool of their HQ, they heard a Templar on radio speaking about some random person attempting to mess around with him and his car. Upon hearing this, everyone dropped everything and instantly got into their cars and bikes and rode off to the templar. Eventually reaching him, they saw the man attempt to punch the templar, with one swift dodge and punch the templar avoided the punch and pulled out his .50 with the rest of us doing the same. The man, realising the mistake he had made instantly put his hands in the air and was told to get into the trunk of the paragon. Driving him to one of our secluded locations where we had the rest of the crew waiting. Little did he know what he was in store for. The Preperation: Already being prepared for these types of scenarios, Drake made the call for the crew to go pick up the equipment they needed to rob a bank. Instantly 3 Royals headed out and got what they needed. The drill, guns and the most importantly, the cars. Everyone was confused but Drake had asked for two identical Sultan Classics. One of which was no where near the bank and just planted, the second one would be located at the bank and be the original getaway vehicle. The plan was simple, we get a good enough distance between the getaway car and the primary police unit and we use that gap to lost visual contact for one second. One second was all we needed. The second car headed up to what the Royals called "Rainbow garage", The original car headout out, armed and ready for the next bank that would make the city remember the Royal name. The Bank: Instantly arriving at the bank and dropping the hostage to the ground, the Royals swiftly got to work. Preparation of the drill was ready as the driller had marked the locations where he wanted to drill. Slowly picking up the heavy drill he placed it onto the location as he started to drill, smoke resonated from the drill, the scratching noise rampaging into everyones ear drums. Meanwhile at the front of the bank LSPD had arrived and begun wanting to speak with the lead robber, negotiation had begun as the bank was continued to be robbed. Attempting to get free passage westbound was a necessity for the plan, if Drake couldnt achieve that it would be 100x harder to complete the escape using the second car. The drill began to increase in heat, almost overheating but begin quick on his feet Easton managed to cool it down enough so that he could continue, eventually breaking the hinges on the vault and opening the door. After a long and hard negotiation period Drake had managed to achieve everything he needed to, free passage for a few second to head westbound and no spike strips. The helicopter wasnt a problem to start with, we knew that after the swap that wouldnt be an issue. All the money was robbed and the bank was empty, LSPD had gotten all their permissions and they instructed us that we were good to go. We slowly left the bank one by one, making sure the hostage remained at gunpoint till the last man got into the car, we were in the car, Drake got in the driver seat and instantly drove westbound, getting ready to get into rainbow garage. The Getaway: Driving westbound, 210KM/H, drifting past, in and out of the oncoming traffic, dodging all the cars and cruisers in attempt to gain a large enough gap. Realising he is far enough Drake heads towards the garage only to realise there was one thing he didnt account for, the Hakouchou unit. Steadily staying on his back Drake was struggling to gain a large enough gap. Thinking on his feet Drake realised what he needed to do, grabbing the handbrake and turning the wheel he did a 180 turn and instantly drove forwards, attempting to cause the bike to slow down on the turn and potentially be distracted by the barage of cruisers behind them. It worked, Drake had managed to get such a gap that he could go to the garage. He instantly headed towards it. https://medal.tv/clips/4q47eUzqikEeV/dGNtAQmDZULk?invite=cr-MSw0bnksMTQ0ODExLA== Getting to the garage Drake instantly drove up the ramp as his passenger gave communication to the second car, making the turn Drake instantly hid in the corner and turned his engine off. With the Hakouchou still following but far enough to not see the turn, the second car had started to move and replaced visual for the original car. Leaving the garage the second car had managed to lure all the cruisers and got out of the area, allowing for the first car to ditch the car and walk off the roof of the garage. With a third out of colours royal car ready to be used, the bank robbers had made it home free. https://medal.tv/clips/4qht4_bKt10dI/sEc5JBYo77xZ?invite=cr-MSxzTUssMjY0NTEzNzEs

Looking amazing so far, cant wait for the IC interactions.

It will never matter whether you're a Jester, or a King. A Royal at the end of the day is family. Any and every family member is someone you would take a bullet for, but what happens when you are not there to actually take or avenge that bullet. Klaus found that out recently. The Night Before: It was a normal night for the a Royal. We were finishing off the last few unrobbed stores but decided to deposit the dirty money we already had into a secure location. On the way to deposit, one of the Jesters, Klaus Jones, had seen a car left alone that he had also seen some hours before. Thinking the cars owner has not yet come to retrieve their vehicle he went ahead and chose to try and pick lock the vehicle, attempting to chop it into parts to sell off to the black market mechanics. Meanwhile, the rest of the royals were depositing the dirty money in a nearby location. Hands sweaty and shaking from the store robberies earlier, he ended up breaking one of his lockpicks whilst attempting to take the car. Sadly triggering the internal silent alarm of the vehicle. After attempting to keep lockpicking the car, a dark red exemplar had come swerving down the road at high speeds and drifted into the location where Klaus was standing. Swiftly getting out of his car and instantly putting Klaus at gun point and telling him to get to the alley behind. Under the assumption that this man was part of The Rising Suns, Klaus assumed that the man would know who Klaus was rolling with, from the professional grey attire and flamboyant blue and gold vehicles nearby. As he took him to the alley we had lost visual and contact with Klaus. A few moments later Easton and Jesse, who were putting the dirty money away heard gunshots and instantly ran towards them after seeing that Klaus was not where he said he would be. As he got into the alleyway, there was blood all over the area, he slowly stepped closer to the corner where he heard the groans of a man close to death. Laying there on the floor drowning in his own blood Klaus had 4 bullet holes in his stomach and chest. Instantly Easton called this over radio and had Jesse show up with a car. Quickly but carefully stuffing Klaus into the car they drove as fast as they could to Pillbox MD. No words were mentioned as the surgeon there took over and instantly went to work on saving Klaus' life. Easton and Jesse spent the last hours of the night thinking over the worst in the waiting room, just waiting for the light to turn off so they could find out if their brother was going to make it. After a good few hours the surgeon finally left the room and went to speak to Easton and Jesse where he confirmed Klaus had been stabilized. Easton and Jesse headed into the room to visit Klaus and spent the night by their brothers side. The Next Morning: Slowly each Royal slowly began to wake up the next morning only to hear the news that had been going around. Klaus had been shot by a Rising Sun. Instantly acting on what had happened, Drake woke up and put his radio on to hear about it too and instantly made the decision to go speak about this with the rest of the Rising Suns. The Royals got into their cars and headed over to Little Tokyo. Arriving to the Rising Sun HQ, no one was spotted and had the Royals confused as to where they were as the slowly took over the area with their numbers, literally sitting on their rooftops and chairs waiting for their arrival as someone had called for Micah Ellis to arrive. Finally he arrived with his High Command and the Royals began to speak. https://imgur.com/9tqjnwF Seeing the numbers had the Rising Suns questioning why all this was required over what had happened. But Drake instantly went ahead and stated he is not going to stop his family from being there for their fellow brother or sister, no matter what their rank or status. So with the Royal audience, the higher ups between each respective organisation had begun speaking. After constant back and forths the main thing that had been stated was that the Rising Sun had no clue about the Royal colours and had resolved it by saying sorry and giving Klaus a call after that had been settled. Not approving this resolution Drake, Blaze and Paige stepped up and stated a 4 bullets and several nights at the emergency room was not equivilant to a phone call apology. They demanded something be done to make it even for the Klaus and were not going to be happy until this was done. At the end of the day Royals realised the conversation was useless, they had given the Rising Suns more than they deserved, knowing the member that shot Klaus had been in the crew for more than a week and still not knowing of other crew colours. https://imgur.com/n2vFASj Sadly cop cars had begun to pull up to little Tokyo after seeing the Royal Convoy in the area, having half his crew strapped Drake made the call for all the strapped people to insantly dip as the rest of the crew carried on with the conversation with the Rising Suns. Realising they were getting no where with this Drake demanded for the Rising suns to make up for what their member had done. He was to be offered on a plate. They then headed out back to their turf in wait for the Rising Suns response. To be continued...

+1 Literally took the words out of our mouths.

If you're going to go ahead and do something, you go big or you don't do it at all. There's only one way to be remembered in this city, and that's for you to do something extraordinary; something no one else has done before. So what's a bank heist to you? Just a normal day with a couple of friends, looting the city of it's wonders. You might choose to do this with 20 people, or you may try to do it with 6. At the end of the day, the goal is the same, get the money and get out home free ready to eat by dinner time. Now let me tell you what a bank is to a member of the Los Santos Royals. A bank is your canvas, its the chance for you to make your name in this city. When people look at the bank they see money, when a Royal looks at a bank they see fame. $750,000; this might be the number that you concentrate on during the entire read however, there is one number which means much more to a Royal and this might confuse you all. Try to guess what that number may be by the end. Phase 1: The Bank Plan. As he always spends his nights away in this city Drake was in his apartment office, preparing for the next heist. It had only been a couple of days since the last heist but that wasn't enough. He knew the Royals had to keep going till their name was known by every citizen of Los Santos. So what would the next step be? So Drake got to planning, he spent hours on end in his chair attempting to create a bank heist never done before, never even been attempted. After countless hours and wasted ideas, he finally came up with the plan. The bank heist to silence all other bank heists; the 2 Man Bank Heist. Drake instantly called his high command and a few members to come into the heist room and began explaining the plan. With everything planned and confirmed for any kinks that Drake may have missed, they headed out to go survey the bank and the area around it, perfecting their escape route even further. He grabbed Opal, his camera and his .50, they were ready to go. They got out the apartment and got the car out and headed straight for the bank to plan. Reaching the bank Drake took extreme caution, they strapped their secret cameras onto their body and got ready to go take pictures of the bank. After taking a few of the outside and planning how they believe PD would setup outside they got ready to take on the inside plans. Instantly after they had prepared the area around the banks, took the pictures of the type of glass, the amount and type of cameras, exits and entrances, literally anything that they may need to know before the greatest bank heist. They went inside the bank with the act of depositing; Drake had made sure to take out a very large sum of money prior to arriving to the bank and he spoke to the tellers asking that he needs to make a deposit. Little did the tellers know his glasses and hat had a secret camera that was recording everything. He then further took more pictures of the tellers, cameras inside the bank and where the vault was located. Noticing one of the tellers was feeling shy he threw his english charm at her and began flirting, attempting to find out what times the shifts for the tellers are. After realising multiple tellers work at this bank and they wouldnt have any chance to do it without the tellers there, he carried on with his deposit act. As the women took him to the back vault to deposit he made sure to take pictures of the entire area. After the fake deposit was complete, everything except the escape itself was ready. Drake had all the information he needed to give the PD a run for their money. Phase 2: The Escape Plan. There was only two cars that made sense to be used. We are Royals after all, Drake went back to the garage and thought hard about the difference between using the crew Paragon or the FMJ super. On a straight he knew the FMJ would always win but we needed to take the car onto the railtracks, the FMJ wouldnt be safe for the crew due to its suspension, so he took the Paragon and headed out to survey the escape. He already knew exactly what to do, he told his crew to take out the truck and planned to do a quick block on a tunnel after the paragon had gained enough of a gap between themselves and PD. First place he checked was not safe enough, the ground wasnt flat enough for the Phantom. Second place he went to was completely offroad and wouldnt work for the Paragon. Then he remembered the perfect underground tunnel. The plan was simple, get the money into the bags, put the bags into the car and drive to the tunnel, the second we made the turn our truck would block the entire tunnel preventing any PD from being able to follow. Little did Drake know it was not going ot be as easy as it sounded. Phase 3: Heist Day. It was time to call all the soldiers to action. Everything was ready to go, the equipment was ready, the crew was ready, the truck driver. Everything was looking good to go. Confused to the fact that Drake had actually called all the members of the crew together rather than just the two for the bank job; they asked what he needed them to do. Drake did not mention anything and kept silent, went to the back of his Kamacho and pulled out not one briefcase of equipment but two. Everyone looked at Drake and smiled. Instantly without needing Drake to say anything the whole crew left and switched into their Bati 801s and BF400s. Everyone thought this was gonna be a single bank job, but found out that the Royals were gonna hit two banks at the exact same time. However, there was one last thing to do, Drake took his phone out and put the battery back in and turned it on, instantly calling the LSD members he knew would be awake and said "yo, lets brute force a bank, plan and everything is ready, meet us at HQ". Few moments later the Royals had returned with their bikes and LSD had arrived with their own. Everything was going to plan; Drake and Opal took one of the briefcases and headed towards the Right City Fleeca. The rest of the crew grabbed the second breifcase and hid beside the Left City Fleeca. With a total of 16 people ready to hit the bank everything was almost ready. During this entire time Opal was attempting to find someone viable to be a hostage for us. Luckily whilst traveling around she got into an altercation where a woman began to harrass Opal and began to even damage her car. Opal instantly reacted, relayed the information on the radio and we headed to her. Realising we had her at gun point we decided we could make her our hostage and potentially use her to get better demands within the bank alongside the tellers. Opal put her into the trunk of her car and headed to the RIght City Fleeca. It was time. With everyone in place, Opal and Drake both got into the bank and put the hostage at gunpoint. The tellers had instantly pressed the panic alarm and PD was alerted. Everything had begun. Instantly as PD arrived they began to setup the barriers and negotiations as Drake had predicted, Opal meanwhile was handling the drilling and began to break into the vault. Trying to keep the negotiation quick and simple Drake had made his demands for the life of the hostage where PD had reacted and were not budging. Demanding the only chance they give us would be if we leave the money and hostage and leave the bank RIGHT NOW. We were not budging either, instantly Drake became more aggressive and demanded they realise who has the leverage. PD stepped down. Meanwhile, Opal had managed to break into the vault and began grabbing all the cash and putting it into two different bags and having the rest in her pockets. Everything was complete, we were ready, PD had been informed that Opal would be putting both the bags into the trunk as Drake Carried on putting the hostage at gunpoint keeping their leverage. Once Opal was done they both slowly headed out of the bank, still aiming backwards at the hostage. As soon as he saw the perfect chance Drake got into the driver seat and stomped on the accelerator. They were heading out, despite getting clearance to leave and not be followed, as expected PD had began their pursuit. At this exact moment he had signaled the other side of the city and told his crew "Royal Drift". Which was the code word to start the other bank. Instantly 16 members of both LSD x LSR had rolled to the bank and put both the tellers at gunpoint before they could press the panic alarm. Boltcutting the door and knocking them out so that their break in would be secretive till the drilling was done. After knocking out the tellers the driller was signaled to begin; there was no stress as simultaneously Drake had around 8-10 police cars after him, the PD helicopter and the high pursuit super car unit. The second bank crew had nothing to worry about. Once the vault was broken into they all rampaged inside the door and grabbed as much as they could filling their pockets and instantly leaving. They managed to clear out the bank before any PD unit could even respond. With all those members in the clear all that was left was for Drake to outdrive everything he had on him. He then headed to the tunnel system where they would implement the roadblock, Drake asked Koda if he was ready and heard Koda reply "Yes". Instantly Drake headed to the tunnel. Little did he know that Koda had been compromised and was on his knees with PD carbine rifles aimed at his head. He had been forced to say yes. Drake, not knowing of the whole situation carried on driving. When he reached the tunnel he signaled Koda "im 3 seconds out", to which instantly infront of him, a SWAT team rolled infront and screamed "STOP THE CAR AND GET OUT". Drake instantly took the turn, ramming one of the SWAT members and kept driving. Being blasted by bullets in the back. Opal and Drake both lowered their heads and kept on driving, not aware they had also been spike stripped. Drake kept on going, The straight was enough for Drake and Opal to gain a gap and headed straight towards the Palomino Highway gas Station where he intended to drop Opal off at for a pickup as he kept on driving. They did this perfectly and managed to not let any PD get a wind of the situation. He kept driving but he now had around 6 Units on him again, attempting to outmaneuver them he pulled out every trick he had, every bait turn he could come up with and every ram he knew would be successful. He managed to lose 5 of the cars except the one 8F drafter. There was only one thing left to do, he pelted it down the highway in an attempt to gain such a gap that the drafter would not see him make a turn. He eventually drove for so long he reached the farmers drop off in paleto, realising he had a big enough gap he instantly made the turn into the high-end market and went off the street, turning his engine off and remaining under the cover of buildings as he watched the 8F completely miss the turn and carry on driving. Drake was home free. After a few minutes of remaining stationary Drake then radio'd in and asked for a pick up out of colours. One of his Templars was on his way and ready to pick Drake up. They eventually reached back to their apartment in eclipse where Drake opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate not a single person caught during the simultaneous bank heist. After counting up the entire sum to a total of $750,000. However, that wasnt the number that Drake cared about, he was more into the number "2". The Royals had completed a two man bank heist, they robbed two banks simultaneously. The cash would be remembered for a few days, but the number 2 would be remembered forever.