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October 13th 2019 marks the official grand opening of The Wanted Refresh, an extension to The Wanted Reup. 
At this convenience store you can find some of the best deals and atmosphere any store has to offer. 
The Wanted has been making big plays in the business field and they plan to conquer more obstacles
and achieve more goals along their journey.

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A long awaited meeting between The Russian Mafia and The Wanted was underway. The Wanted had been
growing rather frustrated and antsy due to consistent rumors revolving around the group in question.
It was decided that the Russians would be given an opportunity to defend themselves before any
action was taken. The outcome of that meeting remains as an ongoing discussion.

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The West Coast Assassins had been making moves and emitting a strong presence in the city of Los Santos. 
The Wanted and The West Coast Assassins were introduced to each other and have been in good standing 
ever since. WCA had reached out to Jamaar in order follow up on a previous discussion, to which he 
obliged. WCA was informed of The Wanted's standing on a particular event involving the two organizations.
Later on, the WCA leaders gave Jamaar and Wesley a tour of their newly purchased, in-progress club.

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Upon departing from the previous meeting with WCA, Jamaar and Mike rendezvous to induct further changes
to their import system.

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Earlier on in the week, a handful of Wanted members embarked to the Mirror Park Tavern for the "Life's a Beach" 
event to show some love. It was a solid experience and a good opportunity to take a breather from the usual day to 
day work.

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The atmosphere had shifted with the influx of prospects. The pace was picking up and the momentum was rapidly increasing. Cook sessions have found their way back into the money-making rotation, giving opportunities for prospects and Busters to prove themselves. Countless nights were spent journeying from store to store, making an effort to earn money towards the Wanted’s treasury. While, the increase in activity would only make run-ins with cops more frequent, the Wanted refused to let this deter them from making money.

 

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Whispers and murmurs of absurd rumors have been circling around, ultimately pointing back to one particular member of the Wanted. Numerous reports of undercutting have been made, each one’s witness having no correlation with the other. Confirmed by the Russians, this member had been exposed and his fate… set in stone.

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Jamaar had reached out to Jay Gamble, requesting a meeting with the Wanted and the Council. Slowly, members of each party had begun to trickle into the Wanted HQ. Greetings were exchanged before finally addressing the matter.

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Tension immediately flooded the room; the uneasiness and anxiety was tangibly felt in the atmosphere. It was revealed to the Wanted that Tyrone, a.k.a. “Black Santa”, was the man in question. It came as a shock to many to see the seasoned member as the topic of discussion.

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A month prior, Tyrone "Black Santa" Shakur had come forth to The Wanted leadership regarding claims of undercutting stemming from the Los Santos Triads. This information was forwarded to council in hopes of amending or debunking the situation. A long overdue meeting was formed between The Wanted, Los Santos Triads and The Los Zetas to dispute and discuss the claims that have been made. It was around this time that these claims had ultimately turned into a twist nobody had expected. The man responsible for this greed was not affiliated with any branch of council... but The Wanted themselves.

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The Council had addressed Tyrone directly, referencing different people and their reports made against Tyrone’s undercutting. The Council had been evidently frustrated with Tyrone as an agreement had been reached prior to this arrangement. Nonetheless, Tyrone stood his ground, denying the statements presented before him, which left the Council dissatisfied with what had been said.

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The odds were stacked up against Tyrone. He lacked the necessary support and evidence to back up his statements, which would only confirm that Tyrone had been undercutting. With a heavy heart, Jamaar let out a sigh and requested Tyrone be brought to his knees. Prison Mike proceeded to grab ahold of his left arm, exposing the Wanted brand. Jamaar reached over to his side, unsheathing his knife. Jamaar extends his arm and begins to remove the Wanted brand from Tyrone. Audible sighs and moans were heard from members of the Wanted as Tyrone screamed in severe agony.

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Jamaar had dropped the knife, which would have Tyrone’s skin dangling off of the blade. He reaches back to take out his .50 caliber pistol, resting it on the back of Tyrone’s head. Before anything else could be done, Jamal and Jack stepped forward and fell down on their knees next to their brother.

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The two refused to get off their knees, after being told to stand with the Wanted. Dirk was left with no choice but to ask members of the Wanted to bring the two outside, where they wouldn’t be able to interfere any longer. After that was handled, Tyrone continued with his last words, claiming that everyone had been misled and he was innocent. The back and forth had ceased and there was only one thing left to do. Another sigh was heard from Jamaar, tightening his grip around the gun and ultimately squeezing the trigger. As Tyrone’s body fell limp to the floor, a light but audible gust had passed through the room. The atmosphere had shifted… once again.

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Respect.

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“Men are respectable only as they respect.”- Ralph Waldo Emerson. 

This is the quote that Clutch used to base his life on. He gave respect to people if they earned it. Respect is hard to earn, but it's easy to lose. This is exactly what happened on the 15th of November 2019. 

It was a calm day, where Clutch was just minding his business. Driving around the city, just looking around and finding something to do. This is when an alarming radio call came in. A radio call that would not only change his day, but also his life from that point. We got word that the Zeta's were at war with the Wanted. At first he couldn't believe it and thought it must have been a big mistake. Hence why he went out to find his friends in the Zetas. He stumbled upon them, showed them respect and asked them if what he heard was true. He wasn't a fan of the answer at all.

They told him that that was indeed the case, that the reason for it all was a case of disrespect among the groups. Clutch nodded, thanked them but never understood it. He didn't get robbed there, a bit later didn't get robbed by another Zeta. Why? He thought to himself; 'I guess I earned enough respect for them to not touch me?'. He was terribly wrong in this case.

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It was only a few hours later when Clutch got caught by a group of triads. He knew them all, and they all knew him. It's weird to say, but they were being nice to him although he was being robbed. He was injured, in pain, confused and suprised by what happened next. They brought him to Central MD. Again Clutch thought; 'Are they letting me go, just because they like me?'. Yet again, he was completely wrong in that. 

They took him to Paleto, where a group of Zeta's and Triads were waiting for him. He got put into this circle and was watched by many close friends and brothers. You could even hear some people say; 'It's Clutch, I don't like this'. Yet all those words didn't help the situation. He was kidnapped, forced to do things and forced to follow like a dog. Which is quite ironic knowing he's known as a Pug. 

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After being humiliated at Paleto, he was brought to this weird warehouse. This is where only the Triads were. Yet, again he knew everyone in that room and it was weird being on his knee's in front of them. The people he respected were now putting him on his knee's, but why? The answer to that question became clear really quick. Somoene that has tormented his past came back. Somoene he once loved, look at him with a grin on her face. Pure evil to be seen in her eyes, and a grin that would make even the hardest criminals shiver. Ofcourse it had to be her, that was going to torture him in front of his friends. Clutch tried to be strong, but failed a couple of times. He got burned, stabbed and humiliated. Out of nowhere they all had to go, and he was left alone with an old friend. 

And then it became black!

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It's the next day and Clutch is walking around the city. Lost, confused and haunted by the memories of what happened the day before. 
How did this happen to him? The one person that always respected everyone. Why did they have to disrespect him like that.
People that used to be friends and family, now turned on him for what? These questions made him so lost, he didn't know an answer nor what to do. 

He only saw one thing to do. He had to stop and go. His whole live was based on respect, and he apparently lost all respect and he lost respect in others.
He had to dip out, before his sadness took a toll and made him leave the city in a bodybag. He went home, looked in the mirror and he saw himself. Holding the mask
that he loved so dearly. The mask that everyone knows him off. Most people didn't even know his real name. He was Clutch or the Pug. He took the mask and threw it away. 
This felt like throwing away a part of his identity. Throwing away the respect he build up, and distancing himself from his old life. 
 

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There he was, on the beach. Looking at pictures of him and the boys in the Wanted. Seeing Jamaar, Freg, Sam, Mike and all the others that he loved so dearly. 
Only for them to be covered in tears, due to the decision he had to make for himself. In his eyes, he couldn't be helpfull to them, if he wasn't himself. 
The war and humilation took his toll and Clutch decided to become somoene else. He just had to. Drinking his whiskey and watching old photos, took him all day. He stood up and began to walk away. 

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Clutch made the decision. He's going off the grid. But that doesn't mean he's gone!

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Ride or Die.

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Jeniffer grips hard on the steering wheel. One more straight, then a right turn, then reverse Chumash. She nods a little to herself. The next part of her escape is clear. She looks into the rearview mirror. She counts a few Zeta bikes and a car or two, one of the vehicles possibly Triads. She returns her gaze forwards. She breaks lightly as she takes the turn. She sees the Wanted Reup passing in her sideview.

Jeniffer smirks to herself. On these turns she can lose the car and just have to deal with the bikes. She looks into her rearview mirror again. They are all still on her as they have passed the Reup and coming to the first turn. Jen returns her gaze forwards, widening her eyes and gasping. A pink vehicle is coming at full speed towards her. She slams on the breaks and tries to steer away, but it is too late. She hits the vehicle almost head on and she feels her own vehicle going into the air and spinning several times. 

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The vehicle hits the hill-side next to the road and she screams due to the impact, an electric pain spreading up her leg. The car rolls down from the hill and back onto the road, landing on the wheels. She groans as she hazily fumbles with her radio and scrambles the frequency. She hears the vehicles that were following her comes to a halt next to her.

She fumbles with the doorhandle and steps out, most of the people and vehicles there a blur, her ears ringing. She hears the clicking of weapons and commands given to her. "Hands up!" "Down on your knees!" She groans lightly as she drops down on her knees, putting her hands up in the air. She blinks a few times to try to clear her head and eyes. One of the Zetas positions themselves in front of her, probably trying to see who it is. He then walks away slowly, talking on his radio. "It's Jeniffer, Co-" the rest fades away as he gets further away. 

Someone shouts at her "Unlock your car." She stumbles to her feet and walks over to the car and unlocks it, before stepping to the side and falling down on her knees again, hands up. Jeniffer feels someone grabbing her hair and cutting it with a knife. She remains silent, waiting to see wether or not they are going to kill her. Her gaze drops to the floor as she watches her red hair fall to the ground around her. She raises her gaze again, waiting. Her head is getting cool, due to the lack of hair. She feels hands starting to frisk her person. She moves her body a little and slightly to give them easier access to whatever pockets they are searching. 

She watches as one of the Zetas takes off in her Elegy, most likely to chop it. She grits her teeth slightly. The Elegy was a gift to her from a Zeta over a month ago. The car is her most prized possession. She returns her gaze to the Zeta in front of her as a few more Zetas leave. The man in front of her speaks on his radio again. "She's on her knees here."  and laughs.

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Jeniffer is told to remain on her knees. "Cole wants to talk so." Jen feels her heart sink in her chest. This was the one thing she hoped wouldn't happen. Her on the ground and her boyfriend there, standing opposite of her. Seconds passes by. Each fleeting second feels like an eternity. A car pulls up and Cole steps out of it and removes his mask, a  micro SMG in his hand. He laughs a little before he walks over and stands in front of her. "When you leaving Wanted, nigga? Imma skip to the point, when you leaving Wanted?" Jen grits her teeth a little, looking up at him, her heart skipping a beat. She is used to him being this way when they are with other people. This confident yet silly figure is  one of the many things she loves about him. She sighs. Despite being scared of what might happen due to the other Zetas being there, she puts on her best confident impression.

"I don't know, when am I?" Cole looks down at her. "Don't know. When are you? When are you leaving Wanted?" Jeniffer looks at him, her gaze studying his. "What would be in it for me to leave the Wanted?" He narrows his gaze. "Not getting fucking clapped and your head shaved. Nigga you're standing here bald as shit. Look at you." Jen frowns a little. "Sorry, do you think that I care about my hair?" He raises his hand and slaps her bald head. She grunts as her gaze drops to the ground for a brief second as he and the other Zetas laughs. "You stand here bald as shit, you really gonna say 'you thi-' alright, you know what? Fuck that I'm outta here." He gets back into the car he came in leaves along with the rest of the Zetas. She sits on her knees for a few seconds, her hands dropping to her sides. She takes a deep breath, her gaze locked on the direction Cole and the Zetas went. 

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Jeniffer pushes herself up on her feet, groaning slightly from pain after the crash. Sirens is heard in the distance. Two ambulances passes. She starts walking towards the Reup. She rubs the top of her bald head, where Cole had slapped her. She takes another deep breath as she lowers her hand again and keeps walking, taking up her phone and texting some friends and allies, asking for a pickup. One of them responds and says he is on his way. 

Jeniffer puts her phone away as she continues her walk of shame towards the Reup. Her phone vibrates, and she takes it up. A text from Cole. She reads it as she walks. "You may aswell leave, you aren't gonna gain anything being there. This will keep happening and I can't do shit about it besides watch." She sighs, thinking. Their gangs are at war. But for her it is not just orange versus blue and red. The people she shares colors with has grown to be her family. She found them at a time where she was having issues adjusting, and they welcomed her in with open arms as one of them. A part of their family. She swiftly texts Cole back. "Look, this is about more than just sides in a war for me, babe." She hits send and continues walking towards the Reup, halfway there.

Jeniffer thinks about her family more. The orange goons she holds very dear in her heart. The people she has done countless races with. Robbed stores with. Beaten people up for. Killed for. Escaped cops with. She shakes her head a little. No. She was not going to throw all of that away for - she swiftly steps to the side. A purple contender comes flying at full speed towards her. She gasps lightly, turning around and watching it continue on it's way further along Route68. 

Jeniffer reaches the ramp up to the Reup as she receives another text from Cole. "I mean, not really sides, more so I'm trying to look out for you." She smiles faintly. It warms her heart knowing that despite being in different families in a war, he still cares and is trying to lookout for her and protect her in the ways that he can without incriminating himself within the Zetas. She replies to him, deleting parts several times before finally hitting send. "I know. But this is about a lot more for me. I am not going to leave my family because of being hunted and robbed all the time." She stops in her tracks as she sighs, yet another text message tickling in. "Have fun then." She grits her teeth. Was that it? Was he going to give up on them despite their many talks about a situation like this? She puts her phone away, looking at her right arm and the tattoo on it. "Ride or Die." 

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Jeniffer raises her head, her hands turning into fists as she continues her walk towards the Reup, head held high. The Wanted. A family that took her in. A family that has protected her, helped her, cheered for her. Laughed with her. A family she will die for. Ride or Die. She walks further into the Reup, her gaze turning cold. Her walk nolonger one of shame, but one of determination and confidence. If they want a war, she will respond to the call for arms. 

An orange vehicle comes up to her. It's Ghost. She hasn't seen him in a long time. He looks at her. "Dafuq? Hello?" She stops and looks at him. "Hi." Ghost looks at her bald hair. "Did you get cancer?" She smirks. "Oh yeah, definitely." "Did you have a run in with the Zetas?" Jeniffer nods. "Yeah, for the third time today." He studies her and looks around for her car. "Uh-huh. Why are you walking?"

She sighs lightly. "I'm waiting for a friend that is going to pick me up, then I am going to help him out with something." He nods a little as he responds. "Ah okay." She looks at him. "When did you get into town?" He bobs his head a little. "Ahh, I've been here for a while, I just don't really radio. I've been fishing and shit." Jeniffer nods a little. They talk a little bit before Jeniffer's ride shows up and she jumps onto the bike and head back into the city. Three words constantly going through her head.

Ride or Die.

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Warfare

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It was a day like any other. Jamaar was actively picking up heavy weapon imports from undisclosed
locations. The atmosphere on radio was filled with glee, everyone participating in their day to day
criminal activity. Jamaar had ran into some trouble, SED was on him and his significant other's tail
after leaving a drop off location. Adrenaline rushing through his veins, Jamaar swerved in and out
of lanes in an attempt to lose those tailing him. It was looking good until a series of notifications
were heard coming from his phone. *Bing* *Bing* *Bing*. He had hid behind an abandoned building, 
heart still racing as he reached for his phone. "Hm... Jay". He began reading the series of messages,
his racing heartbeat from before coming to a complete halt as a look of concern forms on his face.
He returns his attention to the sirens blaring from behind him as he attempts to flee law enforcement 
once again. Jamaar looks down at his gas tank, showing a mere %1 fuel before letting out a sigh.
His gaze shifts to the sky, sun setting as his vehicle comes to a halt. He closes his eyes as an arm
wraps around his shoulder, pulling him out of his car. Rock bottom.

 

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The Council had declared war on The Wanted despite countless months of being on the same page and
working to avoid any conflict. The primary reason was due to respect diminishing between The Wanted and Council. 

While The Wanted and Triads had seemingly always been friendly with each other, a recent incident where a 
Triad member was injured by a member of The Wanted had raised tension. Prior to the declaration it was
close to being resolved, but as the diplomacy changed it was never spoken of again. 

The Los Zetas had always shown disrespect. Their members treated the neutral, high speed, orange gang like dirt
and as a result it grew harder and harder for members to bite their tongue. As much as high-command
got along, the organization doesn't appear to understand the importance of mutual respect.

A secondary reason was weapon sales. It was rumored that The Wanted had not been dedicated to the pricing they had
agreed on. Unfortunately for council, this accusation is false. The pricing system they had benefits a neutral
organization such as The Wanted greatly. It was of high importance and prior to the declaration an updated import
system was implemented by leadership to ensure it is kept consistent. Similar to the triad dispute, this was 
dropped as well. Thus leaving council as the soul reason for the impending market failure. The Wanted has never
broken the agreement but its actively being discussed at this current time.

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Shortly after the war was called, The Rooks had requested a meeting to discuss where they stand and their future plans.
Jamaar obliged and spoke about the situation at hand. The Rooks are like a second family and are held to higher standard
than any other organization The Wanted has crossed paths with.

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The days pass. Plenty of shootouts between both sides. The Wanted is unsure of when this conflict may conclude
but one thing is certain. The Wanted will fight until they breathe their last breath.

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The return of The Wanted founders had raised a conversation. Whether they were out of the city
for an extended period of time or locked up for heinous crimes, upon arrival they were met with
a feeling of paranoia. Seeing them return to straight conflict rather than experiencing the
prime Wanted era had broken Jamaar's heart. Many months ago following the vice war an agreement
between the founders of The Wanted and Los Zetas was made to establish neutrality and respect.
With that being said, a meeting was called between council and The Wanted to discuss the reasons
behind the conflict. 

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With the founders present, the catalyst of this declaration was spoken on before requesting what 
would conclude the conflict. As expected, the council had put them into a position that couldn't
be resolved without essentially killing off the organization that had been on the rise since early
January. The Wanted's leadership and founders spoke it over briefly before respectfully declining
their request and returning to their convoy of hungry members anticipating further action. 

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Tyrone Shakur lived the best chapters in his life with his brothers in The Wanted went to jail for years and got shot to.

his dream was to become one of the most successful gun dealers in the city. and he found the opportunity when the Wanted got there connections with the cartels. he supplied him self and then started to the road to his dream.

The Wanted contacted the Russians and met with them to clarify the prices and talk about future plans.

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Tyrone saw that as an opportunity of a life time to secure a whole gang and to be there main supply of guns ?! it's the dream.

 

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After the meeting he met the Russians alone to see if he can supply them NOW with weapons and pistols 

he secured  the purchase of these heavy guns with the same prices discussed in the meeting.

 

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he had a lot of competition but the Russians always went to him for weapons.

Tyrone was dealing with pistols heavily he secured deals up to 60 pistols in one go.

he dealing them cheaper then anyone in the city even cheaper then most of the renowned gangs in the city.

Black Santa name was ringing in the city.

 

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Undercutting

 

Tyrone tried to sell the heavy weapons but no one was buying them.

He investigated and found out a couple of triads and zetas members were undercutting to other gangs.

He went to his Ace with the information to Jammar shock from that he arranged a meeting with the leader of the zetas to tell him about it

the system they worked for years to let it work is being ruined by greedy people that just want a quick buck.

Jay told them that the one who is doing this will get killed over it.

Tyrone continued selling his pistols and his fame is getting bigger and bigger.

 

Two months passed after the meeting and Tyrone forgot about it. He had more problems with SD and PD that he didn't even care no more

he just wanted to help his brothers no get in jail.

 

 

 

 

and then Tyrone heard that there is a meeting happening in HQ and everybody needs to be here.

Tyrone got anxious he remembered that every time everyone was called out to HQ some thing bad happened

he arrived to HQ to find his brothers lined up and he joined them.

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to his surprise he saw the triads and zetas in HQ and now he really know that someone really f***ed up.

 

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all wanted members lined up in HQ and then Jamaar asked them who do you think fucked up now.

most of them shouted a buster and the others were just silent.

to everyone surprise it was Tyrone.

Tyrone went silent... he was just in shock he going back in his memories to remember when did he miss up ?

and here it comes the SHOCKER he was blamed for undercutting.

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he explained him self and his proves but no one believed him he was feeling betrayed by his own for not trusting him

and for talking with him before but he can't do nothing now he was in a middle of armed guys with no one to help him.

he screamed that he was set up that he never did it that he will never throw his own brothers under the bus like that 

but all he heard was the silent death that is coming to him.

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then he heard his brother Jamal and Jack saying "if you gonna kill my brother Jamaar you should kill me to"

 

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Jammar but the pistol back and ordered them to get taken from here.

Tyrone closed his eyes and said "see you in the after life brothers"

everything flashed in Tyrone eyes.

 

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Then clack Tyrone Shakur aka Black Santa was shot.

 

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He is ALIVE 

 

Tyrone Shakur was dead to everyone but the thing that they didn't know about that Jamaar didn't hit a vital point in Tyrone's body 

Tyrone woke up in Trophy truck trunk bandaged up he was in Dirk Trophy truck.

Dirk got Tyrone after the incident and saved his life Tyrone was super grateful for Dirk's help

he just saved him from death.

Tyrone remained hidden until he felt he was in a good condition.

Dirk met with Jamal and Jack to tell them the news that Tyrone is still alive and will.

 

 

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Tyrone woke up after 1 month of hiding

he felt well and ANGRY.

He  called the Russians and met with them to finish up some deals and to kill the guy who was spreading the rumors of him undercutting 

and that was Revelt.

 

 

he was lying with everything that was brought up 

he was a loudmouth that needs to be taken care off.

 

after they finished from Revelt he want and met with all the rebels and Russians.

to take revenge on the gangs that set him up.

 

 

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and he took it 

 

 

 

 

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Mental Gymnastics

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Jamaar had awoken from slumber on a cold Saturday, the snowplow clearing the roads working as an impromptu alarm. 
He made his way to his wardrobe, lacing up his boots and placing his pistol in his waistband before making his 
way towards The Wanted Refresh. Jamaar placed some orders to replenish the items that had run low. Shortly after
a familiar face had showed up to fulfill the order. Al Romano. Jamaar shook his head, letting out a slight chuckle.
"Ballsy, but I respect it". They began conversating like nothing these past few weeks had happened. "Its fuckin'
cold out here g, blast that heat" Jamaar exclaimed before hopping up into the mule. He placed his hand onto the grip
of his pistol, releasing it from his waistband and resting it on his lap. "So Al, I got a question for you?" "What
might that be?" he replied. "Whats that frequency nigga?" Jamaar asked while leaning his seat back with a grin forming on
his face. "Not sure if I can give you that man" Al responds, his eyebrows raised in surprise at the request. Jamaar's 
face goes blank, looking at him before picking up his pistol and aiming it at Al's head. "I'll just make this clear
to you real quick. I'm deadass. So lets hear them digits".

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Upon receiving the frequency Jamaar makes his presence known, starting some small talk as he's laid back in Al's
mule. Many Triads were adamant about knowing who he had retrieved the frequency from, to which Jamaar gave vague
answers to fuel the fire. As expected, they switched after a brief ten minute conversation. They said their
goodbyes and the radio goes silent. "Time for round two" Jamaar says with a chuckle.

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Jamaar opens Al's phone and messages Lin Wong, a high rank in the Triads for the frequency update. He receives it 
with no questions asked and enters the digits into his radio. Jamaar waits a moment, making Al speak on the radio 
far before he makes his presence known once again. This caused confusion and fingers to be pointed. Jamaar lets out
a laugh, amused at them doing exactly what he wanted from this. This occurred across 4-5 frequency changes before
a meet was held to find out who wasn't present. This gave Jamaar another idea.

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Jamaar returns to Al, placing the mask onto his face and tightening the straps. Al lets out a muffled sentence from
behind the mask. "I thought we were pals".

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At this point, Jamaar and Al had went across the city a few times to fulfill each order throughout the day. With his
store stocked up and the Triads taking extra measures to create a private frequency, Jamaar had grown tired of the 
mind games. He left Al with the sabotaged mask and left the scene to see how it played out. While the information
gathered was minimal, what was heard on the other end was very worth it in the end.

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Reevaluation

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A notification pops up on Jamaar's phone. He excuses himself from the conversation happening at
Bayview to answer his messages. Scrolling through he notices the most recent message coming from
Johnny Falcon reading "Come to HQ homie". Jamaar says his goodbyes and heads towards The Wanted
Headquarters, noticing Johnny sitting on his usual step upon arrival. They began speaking on
the organizations current state and the future of The Wanted in the city's climate. While it
broke Johnny's heart seeing Jamaar's group slow and slim down, Jamaar then brings up an important 
point. Johnny Falcon's vision for The Wanted severely differed from Jamaar's. The Wanted had been
planned to be a small, compact group of specifically chosen assets but Jamaar had a vision of
longevity with a prioritized goal of recognition which had at this time been accomplished.
With that being said, now was most definitely the time to reevaluate and induct Johnny's goals
for the organization. A grin forms on Johnny's face as he draws a pistol from his waistband.
He cocks it back and Jamaar pumps his shotgun in return. "Lets fuckin' do this".

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OG's were then called to the headquarters and filled in on the day's plan. 

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The Return

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The year is 2024, Los Santos continues to flourish with all walks of life and developmental projects. The city almost unrecognizable from what it was all those years ago. You mean to tell me there's a burgershot and motherfuckers banging MKIIs in the streets? Unreal. A text message notification echos through Jamaar’s apartment and with finesse he ashes his joint, walking over to the nightstand. He picks up his phone and swipes, a look appears on his face that could only be described as confusion and subtle shock.

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A mix of emotions floods Jamaar’s brain, both fond and horrific memories flashing one by one. Unprecedented wealth, respect, brotherhood, power, warfare, betrayal, loss, sleepless nights. He scans his apartment, getting a full glimpse of his current situation, and gets a sudden realization of how hard he has fallen in comparison to his former self. It was decided and a meeting location was determined.

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The crew was making a comeback. Throughout The Wanted’s years of inactivity, car-oriented gangs have come and gone, direct copies included. The torch was passed off with open arms and old members were happy to see their concept being carried on, but its return is long overdue. Vahan Mirakian and Jamaar Bovarium quickly began assembling a foundation for growth, establishing two primary locations for their business to be conducted.

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High command began the recruitment process, bringing in new members from all types of different backgrounds with an undying interest in vehicles. After creating a baseline of reliable members, Jamaar began reaching out to the OG wanted members from the past. Interest was high in The Wanted’s return and the organization quickly grew from a compact crew to a sizeable group with both new and returning faces from all those years ago.

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With the organization rapidly gaining back its notoriety and its presence being embedded in both the drug trade and illegitimately obtained vehicle part market, paths were crossed with other organizations with their own unique impact on the city of Los Santos. Establishing relations with forces such as these has always been a top priority for The Wanted and through their previously made connections with many members of these groups things kicked off quickly with meetings and mutually beneficial business opportunities coming into fruition.

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The past few weeks since The Wanted’s return has been filled with growth, lessons learned, financial gain, and reunion. As the sun sets in Los Santos, one thing is for certain. Orange is back in all its glory.

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