Sico Posted January 26 Report Posted January 26 (edited) Spoiler They grew up in the same neighborhood, not by design but by gravity. Apartment blocks stained by winter smoke, stairwells that smelled of coffee and damp concrete. Power cuts at night. Radios low. Adults speaking in half-sentences when children were nearby. Sico’s mother used to say, “Mbaje fjalën, bir. Fjala është gjithçka.” Keep your word. Your word is everything. Engjell learned early what silence meant. His father didn’t talk much, but when he did, it was final. A nod was approval. A look was warning. Engjell carried that into everything, watching, waiting, never wasting motion. Tony’s family fed everyone. If there was bread, it was shared. If there wasn’t, you didn’t complain. He learned that leadership wasn’t volume, it was presence. When things got tense, people naturally looked at him without knowing why. Arbios was the quiet one. Always listening. Always noticing who flinched when sirens passed, who lied badly, who stayed when things got uncomfortable. His grandfather used to sharpen knives outside the building, slow and careful, saying, “Gjaku nuk është ujë." Blood is not water. They weren’t criminals. They were kids navigating aftermath of war, of loss, of adults trying to rebuild dignity from nothing. They protected each other from bullies, from hunger, from fear they didn’t yet have words for. When families started leaving, they left together. Kosovo to somewhere temporary. Temporary to nowhere. Nowhere to Los Santos. When they landed in Los Santos, they didn’t arrive as anything official. Just four last names, shared history, and the habit of sticking close. The city didn’t care where they came from. Rent was due either way. During the day, they blended in. At night, they learned the block. They found a tired little house off 12th Street, nothing special, peeling paint, bars on the windows, but it was theirs. They pooled what they had, cut corners where they had to, and signed a lease that felt heavier than any oath. A door they could lock. A place that didn’t ask questions. During the day, they blended in. At night, they learned the block. 12th Street wasn’t hostile, it was measuring them. Who stood still. Who talked too much. Who flinched. The Bashkimi brothers didn’t rush. They hung around, helped when it made sense, stayed quiet when it didn’t. Eventually, people noticed. Money came from the shadows first. Nothing glamorous. Just survival turning into routine. The line between necessity and choice blurred faster than any of them expected. That’s where they met the Bronx brothers, older, sharper, already established on the street. Different accents, same instincts. No instant trust, just mutual recognition. A shared understanding that respect was currency and patience kept you alive. They started small. Working together, not under each other. Watching backs. Testing reliability. One favor turned into another. Soon, they weren’t outsiders anymore, they were useful. 12th Street gave them a name without ceremony. Section 12. After that night, the name became official. Bashkimi and the Bronx brothers stopped moving as two crews. They unified under one banner: Section 12. The name came from the street that anchored them, 12th Street, and from what they believed they were building: a single section, a single order. From that point on, anything tied to Bashkimi or the Bronx side moved under the same identity. No separate flags. No split loyalties. In Los Santos, Section 12 became known quietly. They operated on 12th Street and around it, staying grounded to the block that gave them the name. What they moved wasn’t the story, how they moved was. No chaos. No reckless displays. Everything stayed contained, deliberate, and consistent. Trust didn’t come overnight. What sealed it were the old rules Bashkimi carried with them. Albanian tradition mattered. A word given meant something. Sitting together mattered. Eating together mattered. Problems were handled face-to-face, not through rumors or intermediaries. Brandon noticed that immediately. When Bashkimi said something would be handled, it was. No delays. No excuses. Edited January 26 by Sico 11 1 1 Quote
arbiosbrnx Posted January 26 Report Posted January 26 (edited) Establishing Connections | Bank Heist | Acquiring Headquarters Edited February 9 by arbiosbrnx Quote
arbiosbrnx Posted February 2 Report Posted February 2 (edited) Spoiler Establishing Connections During the first couple of days following the creation of the gang, word had already begun to circulate on the streets. Various organizations expressed interest in learning who we truly were and what our intentions might be. After only a few phone calls, meetings were promptly arranged, the first of which was with Only The Family. During this discussion, we addressed our mutual enemies within the city, as well as potential avenues for moving forward from a business perspective. The conversation was direct and deliberate, ultimately resulting in a precise agreement that clearly outlined what they required from us and what we, in turn, expected from them. Shortly thereafter, we met with the Lost MC, the notorious motorcycle club. From the outset, we understood that Lost MC was an organization with whom we would inevitably conduct business. Several of our members had prior familiarity with them and had worked alongside them in the past, which reinforced our perception of their loyalty and reliability. They proved themselves to be men of their word, dependable, and always delivering on their commitments. Following our discussions, we reached an understanding to work closely together moving forward. In addition to these meetings, we also sat down with Milestone Rogues. The discussion was structured and deliberate, focusing on potential business opportunities, shared interests, and the overall direction of our relationship moving forward. Both sides communicated their expectations clearly, emphasizing professionalism and long-term stability. The meeting established a foundation of mutual respect and opened the door for future cooperation within the city. Separately, we met with Alliance to discuss the nature of our relationship and possible avenues for collaboration. The conversation centered on aligning interests, understanding each other’s operations, and identifying areas where cooperation could be mutually beneficial. This meeting was conducted with the same level of seriousness and professionalism, setting clear terms for interaction and laying the groundwork for a stable and strategic relationship going forward. Edited February 2 by arbiosbrnx 11 1 Quote
brandonbronx Posted February 3 Report Posted February 3 (edited) Spoiler As the meeting between Section 12 and Only The Family to establish connections had finished, both parties agreed the start of a perfect connection between eachother would be to rob a bank together. Legion Square bank was the target and everybody from both gangs went to get ready and afterwards meeting at O'block. Once everyone was there we all rolled out as a squad and headed our way to the bank. Law Enforcement showed up quite quickly to the scene and soon after that negotiations was being dealt upon. It took both parties quite a long time before the right terms was made, however it did happen eventually. Law Enforcement tried everything in their power to stop the massive force of Section 12 and Only The Family but only caught a few. Certain people like Brandon Bronx and Valdrin Bashkimi made it out and stashed their earnings from the bank afterwards selling them to local dealers amongst the city. Edited February 3 by brandonbronx 8 Quote
Sico Posted February 9 Author Report Posted February 9 Spoiler When the gang first came together, we were brand new to the city with no name and no shortcuts. Everyone pooled their cash, slowly building toward one goal, full ownership of a headquarters. It took time, being new meant delays, doubts, and a lot of patience. but we stuck together and kept grinding. Eventually, we got the deal done, and buying that place proved we had earned our spot in the city. 7 Quote
Engjell213 Posted February 18 Report Posted February 18 (edited) Spoiler Elisa King was behind most of what got done; she was really central from beginning to end with the furnishing. She took the lead on organizing all the supplies, and she supervised how the space came together. Her vision was key to making Popular St 12 happen. One look was all it took for me to understand her pride in that work. Her commitment set the pace for the rest of the operation. There was no going back once she decided. She had a kind of calm determination, almost unbreakable, that pulled everyone along. She believed in the cause, and that belief moved mountains. Engjell and Arbios Bashkimi were a big help, taking care of all the logistics and setup. They made sure everything was ready and in its place. Wraith Armani, and the rest here, really stepped up. They helped out where it counted, taking care of the logistics, sorting out the layout, and making sure all the final details were perfect. Because of them, this place is actually a working base now. The space was finally done. Section 12 had its roots down now, ready to go to the next stage. Popular St 12 is something special these days; it’s our go-to spot, a real central hub, and it’s a big clue about what’s next for us. Edited February 18 by Engjell213 6 Quote
