The Rooks

[MrDisciple]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[ALL INFO IS OOC AND NOT TO BE USED IC]

[HeyRavyn]

Welcome to the family!

[Yugo]

Absolutely love you guys, awesome faction with awesome people.

[Harley]

Incredible post David!

[Hacky Keanu]

A Good one David 

[HighTV]

 

 

Edited December 17, 2020 by HighTV

[Barny]

Awesome post! Epic video!

[Scrim.]

Nice post guys, also very good video, alot of effort i can tell! 

[Kento]

Great post and love the video 

 

[FrankieP]

@HighTV Proud of the Rooks, keep it up

[Jimmy Irish]

 

Four years had passed and the rubble from the war was still settling. Los Santos had been a warzone for so long that Jimmy had almost forgotten how to enjoy himself. Gone were the days of council, the days of the big 3. Rooks was all that stood as a reminder of the old guard. Hunted by Los Zetas, Triads, WCA, NLA, and many others we learned how to adapt and overcome in order to survive. However, the downfall of those who opposed The Rooks was inevitable and after the disbandment of the main opposition a new era of peace and prosperity was ushered in. As new alliances were made and new bonds formed, Jimmy was ecstatic as many of his old brothers returned to the city and embraced the family with open arms. Those who left under honorable terms were treated as if they never left while those that abandoned the family in their time of need began to ask for their forgiveness. As more and more fresh faces popped up Jimmy decided to move back to the city full time to assist in guiding the new generation of Rooks. Things were finally looking up and Jimmy was proud to stand beside his brothers and sisters in the color black once again.

[Hacky Keanu]

Great post!

[titos]

@HighTV @Jimmy Irish Great posts guys. Proud of being a part of this faction!

[MrDisciple]

@HighTV and @Jimmy Irish Your posts look amazing!!!

Dmitri that video is insane! So glad all the strong criminal RP work is paying off well!

[Harley]

Incredible work guys! Truly inspiring

[HeyRavyn]

 

 

The window was cold under her index finger as she slid it across the foggy glass while she looked around waiting. The stagnant cigar and weed smell was thick and potent, the thought of needing to get the limo cleaned crossed her mind several times as they sat waiting. The horns could be heard in the distance as the ships made port, the echoes radiated through every inch of their surroundings. You could hear the fork lifts, squealing tires off in the distance and the laughing of workers on their breaks from the buildings behind them.  

Her focus was broken when [] asked if there was a bottle of wine in the mini fridge. As she turned her focus to him she was caught off guard as she normally was as their eyes met. His ice blue eyes could rip a person's soul apart or set it ablaze.  She often imagines the stern deadly look he gives people when he has the barrel of his gun in their face, the thrill that had risen in her could be looked at as off putting to some. They had a relationship that thrived on the oddities that would make others squirm. It has always been that way, the sadistic, sarcastic attraction that was magnetic from the moment they met.  She watched from the corner of her eye as [] reached into the fridge to grab the bottle and reached for the bottle opener. The sound the cork made as it pooped was deafening. She caught a glimpse of headlights in the distance as she jumped hitting her head on the window. Within seconds you could hear the directions given over the radio, perfection from trained members.  

 

“They’re here. Let’s go.”

 

 

 

 

 

As we all piled out of the car, you could see their vehicles drive by and slow down one by one as they parked off to the side hiding their cars as well as they could.  You could hear the soft pitter patter of the rainy mix hitting on the ground around them all as they all lined up. Everyone stood there for a moment, staring at each masked face across the board, a few voices were familiar as they spoke. [] & []’s voices rang clear. She had met them a few days prior and her curiosities of who they may be with were laid to rest.  

The discussions progressed as the cold night continued around them. The frigid air was beginning to hit most of us. As she sat shaking slightly trying to hide it, Ravyn noticed a faint light in the distance and the low hum of a BF400 approaching. She got on the radio instantly to check to see if it was one of them and with no response she and [] began their perimeter search to locate the person on the BF400.  The cold bit at her thighs as she ran around the warehouses. She checked doors and corners thoroughly as she passed scanning the area as she proceeded along. As they finished the lap there was no sign of the person they were looking for, confirmation from the eyes above left them calm and able to return to the meeting. 

After all was said and done they all quickly loaded back into their vehicles, frozen and slightly slower than they once were. Thankfully the car was left running and it was warm with alcohol waiting for them. The leather gloves adorning her icy hands did nothing to help with the cold she thought as she rubbed her hands together vigorously trying to warm them.   [] smiled as he handed her a glass of whisky on the rocks, “Here, this will help.”  She began to slowly drink it as the drive back to the city began and it instantly began to warm her with every sip.  

“We need to discuss our current locations and decide which is our main headquarters. It has to be something that will suit us and our needs.” he spoke softly.  There was a short discussion of options as they made their way through the eerily quiet streets. The list of our current locations included [],  []  and  [] the one which  []  wanted badly for future business ventures. []  had plans, great plans for their future options and the possibilities laid out in front of them. 

As they pulled up to the pier the sun was rising in the distance, fresh snow settled carelessly across the wet and warped planks beneath them. Ravyn,  []  and  [] climbed out before the car drove off to make the last few stops. They made their way to []’s little perch he likes to oversee things on, above the crowd, atop his throne and only conversing when he sees fit; a king. Their conversation changed subjects as the morning began and topics from prospects, old members, other organizations and a few other topics, but one thing never changed as the topics did; what was expected from us and what needed to happen and sooner than later. 

The pier began to stir and people started pouring in for their daily routines. It didn’t matter to  [] if they were talking shit, having a good time, working to make ends meat or just hanging out. As long as they weren’t bringing unnecessary problems our way, selling weapons without our say so in the area  []  made it clear there was nothing to be done and they should be allowed to continue on. 

he daily routine was in full swing once  []  approached the first car of the day looking to speak with him. Ravyn said her goodbye as he kissed her cheek before walking away to start his long day. “I’ll see you when you are done here. You need some sleep, 36 hours is enough love.”  She hugged him tight since she never knew if he would make it home safe, but since they were close she knew she could be back in minutes. “I’ll have breakfast for you waiting from the diner. Hurry so it’s not cold.”  Before she left she looked down at the people on the pier and smiled and spoke softly to herself. “Look how far we’ve come. I'm so proud of all my boys.”  She scoffed after a second. “Pfft. And they thought they could destroy us. Look who’s still here thriving bitches.”

Edited December 21, 2020 by WillowRaven

[MrDisciple]

Incredible post @WillowRaven !!!

[Kviekas]

Kasper's Journey 
When Kasper was 12, Kasper's father and mother died in a car crash Many years Kasper was feeling nothing but pain couldn't help himself all Kasper did was lay in his bed all day from day to night... One day Kasper went to the shop to get himself some food couldn't even afford anything Kasper bought a piece of bread and sat there depressed while eating it. Then some guy approached me and said he could make some money by doing him a favor Kasper, of course, accepted he had no money in the pocket so Kasper had to do something we went to a dark alleyway to have a little chat, he gave him his number and next day we spoke on the phone and met up. He said Kasper could make some money by stealing cars and chopping them he will supply him and he'll have to give him 50% from everything he makes he showed him how to do it. Yet he found a nice car near hungry hunter of course he stole it and went to chop it was a red jester classic he got 16k out of it and gave 8k to the mysterious man. Years passed Kasper was still doing my dirty business without getting caught he finally had some money in the pocket Kasper bought his first car at 18 it was a white Warrener his friend Capone and he went to chiliad lab and cooked some drugs he made 30k while doing it, he was so happy and decided to go as criminal because you can make some money out of it.
Because he hasn't been caught doing illegal stuff he got himself a gun license then he started doing car chops again he stole every car that was on the street, stores, everywhere Kasper did make some money and got himself a Jester he was proud of himself one day he and his friend Matt were going to steal some cars from paleto bay and on the way there they stalled and just ran on the highway and he saw Suken Frederic driving his kamacho he asked for a ride he helped him then he saw his clothes it was high-end ones Kasper asked him if he from some kind of group he, of course, said no.
They went to the pier and he spoke with few people and Kasper asked maybe he could help Kasper told him about the business He's doing he said sure he and his friend matt stole cars and bring them to Suken they chopped it they earned some money one day they were fishing. Kasper and Suken spoke on the pier and he said one day he will introduce Kasper to his family after like 5 hours he sent Kasper a text with a number on it and said to text him so he did.
It was Randy Kasper who called him and he answered so he spoke on the phone and he said they can have a little chat so they met up at the pier he asked Kasper some questions and told me that he has to do a task before becoming one of the prospects. He had to kill a guy or a cop so he did go to find one and did it blew him a couple of times with his .50.
After he recorded everything he sent it to Randy and he said that he needs to discuss it. A couple of days passed and he got a message from Randy that from now on he's rolling with Rooks and that he's a prospect.
 

[MrDisciple]

David Disciple has now been an Official member of THE ROOKS family for almost 2 weeks. With ambitions to rank up, David is constantly proving himself to the rest of his family. After laying down his life to join, he became an 'associate'. This rank is challenged in many aspects but Davids ultimate goal has always been to defend his family. Above anything else.

In the first week, David Disciple had helped with 2 shipments from high command. After [REDACTED] placed the order, they all went out to Paleto Forrest to retrieve the goods. They had multiple crates coming in and so everyone had to be prepared. David was not nervous, he had previous experience when he used to run the Los Santos Disciples, their dealers in AZTECAs would place orders in for them to pickup. After David Disciple  success of helping High Command with 'Gun Running' [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] started putting in orders for only David, so he could pickup his own shipments single handedly. Mr. Disciple soon got into the swing of things, and became a gunrunner himself. Davids experience over the last 2 weeks has been very much soaked in, making him a very knowledgeable and smart thinking criminal. And with knowledge comes great power.

David Disciples had been selling guns in Del Perro since the very beginning, his business goals are to expand his 'books' by taking on more wealthier clients. After building a trusted reputation with many smaller gangs and organisations, David began to bring in a secure income. Now he's only selling in bulk, excluding non-heavy weaponry. Time is precious and a Disciple will not waste that.

 

David Disciples has to do what he can to prove himself as an Associate, already he has greatly built the treasury through the use of Gun running. On the side to this, he cooks class A drugs, both crack and cocaine. Everyday Mr. Disciple is growing marijuana in Braddocks, filling up multiple bags to either share with his fellow family members or take back to his lab to begin a lengthy cook. Towards the end of the day, is when he sells his product typically bringing in 10 influence, that ROOKS can use to gain more favors that allow the High Command to import more.

 

"I have no other desire but to die defending my brothers and sisters, and no matter what happens, I will always be a Rook!"     - David Disciple

 

((THIS POST IS STRICTLY OOC AND NOT TO BE USED IC))

[HeyRavyn]

 

 

4 years ago….

The ground shook with an insurmountable force, there was no way anyone would be able to hear the actions going on inside. The decision to hack into the system was far better than the caveman rituals of the past; using explosives to get past the thick steel doors.  What was awaiting us on the other side was an abundant amount of gold bars, thick stacks of one hundred dollar bills and jewels that rested waiting inside the vault. 

It had taken valuable time, patience, practice and manipulation to get us to this point. The hours spent going over the plans, the practice runs on multiple locations in different areas of the world so as to not raise suspicion as well as the countless failures have all got us here. It was now or never and none of us were ready to fail or go down without a fight, this was of far too much importance. Needing to complete this with precision accuracy, coordination and on top of it all flawlessly was key and we were more than capable. 

As they approached the bank they pulled into an alley less than a block away, lights off and Ravyn got to work accessing the bank's security system, overriding all permissions. Her fingers danced across the keys of the secure laptop. The screen's low glow casted a dim light on the interior of the dark car. The program was running perfectly, and thankfully after the long nights testing it over and over.  All you could hear was the steady thud as the massive raindrops hit the outside of the vehicle, no one dared to make a noise, it seemed as if no one was even breathing.  

“Okay, it’s done.” Ravyn whispered as she destroyed the hard drive before closing the laptop, handing it off to [] and with one swift motion he tossed it out the window as the car began to drive away. The car glided the remaining distance quickly and they all piled out one by one in front of the main branch of the Pacific Standard Bank in the Plaza de Callao in the center of Madrid. As they stood there looking up at the massive structure [] smiled knowing full well what was in store for them and what they were leaving with. 

“Keep your damn gloves on, move fast, don’t fuck up, and heads on a swivel.” [] hissed in a low tone. “Everyone knows their positions, so do what we came here to do and make it quick.” [] looked at each and everyone of us reassuring us all he would not stand for failure.  With that everyone pushed through the door and carried on with the task at hand. The first through the doors was [], his slow stride allowed everyone to get to the spot they needed to be before he got to his rightful place. Jack and Jerzy had the luggage bags to carry out the haul, Randy was responsible for putting the cameras on a loop before security could realize they were down. We had 9 minutes from the time the system was hacked to get in and get to the safe before they would check the camera loop again. As Randy worked diligently on his job, Johnnie and Frankie stood guard at the front doors. Harley made her way to the gate to get to the back standing guard while Jerzy and Jack passed through. [] made his way through and waited as Jack dug in his bag to pull out the tools he needed to get through the gates. He made quick work of the codes and disassembled the wires and damn near the entire box. Ravyn stood by the other entrance as she pulled out a second laptop monitoring the system as is and watching over them as they worked, eyes glued to the screen in case there was any indication they had been made.
You could hear the brass gate creak and squeak as it was opened. “One down, one to go” Jack announced as they proceeded through down to the vault. 

“You’re still all clear” Ravyn affirmed over the radio. “Over watch? Are we clear?” she questioned Johnnie and Frankie at the front.

“Clear.” they replied, in tandem. 

“Carry on Jack, make it quick. You have 3 minutes left.” she reminded him. 

“Oh Ravyn, yee of little faith, I’ll have it done with time to spare little bird” he laughed. 

The team managed to clear a large amount of items, free and clear and gone before anyone even knew they were there. They watched the news for the following weeks keeping watch on anything that may lead the authorities their direction. After a month passed and everything settled they decided that hiding the money away on a highly secure private island. The money, jewels and gold had sat untouched, unnoticed and safe for four years. 

Present Day…

The only thing that crossed []’s mind was how did they find it. 

“How...”
“Who said something…” 
“What in the hell happened…”

All that mattered at this moment was how were they going to get it back and who was going to pay for this.  [] planned a trip with five of the family to take a trip to the island and inspect the damage and look for clues. 

 

 

[This is in no way meant to be a gain as a faction.

This is strictly fiction to help deepen the immersion of the Rooks genre.]
 

Edited December 30, 2020 by WillowRaven

[Kviekas]

R1

After a long time, Kasper got a message from Suken that Kasper needs to come to the apartment complex so he did after some time he saw that all of the prospects were told to meet Suken so Kasper realized what is happening. They all were transported to someplace there was a lot of people armed with heavies. All the prospects were searched by other rooks so they wouldn’t have phones, recording devices, and everything, after they did that high ranks came and said this is the final stage and their lives are on the line Kasper understood that because he knew in what kind of stuff they got themselves into. High ranks started asking questions and they were given a short time to answer them right. After a long time they said to go into the little balcony it was high Randy took a rock out of his pocket and threw it on the ground the rock hit the ground in about 10 seconds so they knew it was high. After that they were told other rooks is going to vote who’s is getting into family and whose are not Kasper and Hecky passed, but Rishabh didn’t then we heard a truck circling and someone from rooks gave Hacky a combat pistol and were told to shoot Rishabh so he did after some shoots went Rishabh was dead and then a lot of cops rushed in and Hacky was arrested Kasper went on the opposite side and stopped running and started acting he was waiting for a taxi, cops came and detained Kasper he was detained and was questioned him he just said some lies and cops let him go. After some time he contacted Randy and he said Kasper is going to do his last task. The next day he met the boss and he said that Kasper needs to sell 10 .50 Kasper accepted the task and took the fifties. By the end of the day, he called Vlad and said that he have done his task Kasper gave Vlad all the list of people he sold it to he said he’s going to speak with the boss and call Kasper. The next day Kasper and Boss met on the pier and he said that he is officially a rook.

[Harley]

 

Formerly known as Harley Hartwell, older sister to 'Audrey Hartwell', first daughter to two "Loving" parents,

'Annabel Hartwell' & 'Scott Hartwell'. 

Since Audrey's birth in 1997, Harley's Parents had carelessly pushed her aside, showing their blatantly obvious preference to her younger, more talented sister. Their mother, Annabel Hartwell, explicitly showed her disdain and neglect to her first born. As Harley  grew up suffering the painful indifference her parents justified day in and day out she continued to come home from school. She would arrive home beaten, bruised and covered in dirt, scars began to riddle her body and her mother would completely overlook anything Harley needed. Their mother would only focus on Audrey, who at this point in her life Harley has come to believe her parents thought must've shit gold with perfection, had no capacity to do anything wrong. As the days passed Harley became more and more withdrawn from those around her, knowing that those who brought you into the world could throw you away like trash left a void in her she needed to fill.

 

As the years passed and the neglect persisted, growing more and more noticeable, Harley became more reserved; a quiet teenager. She kept to herself, not socializing at school and would never speak to her parents. It was easy going around unnoticed in the cold home she had grown accustomed to. Preferring the long quiet walks to school over the anxiety riddled car ride with her family, Harley would often take her time as she walked past the local Military Defense Academy. There was something that drew her to this place she couldn't overlook.  There was an inspiration growing inside her, something she could work for, live for and even die for.
After school Harley would stand at the fence; fingers entwined in the metal, face pressed as close as she could get as she would watch them training; always the exact same formation patterns never changing. She would be there like clock work, tirelessly taking in all she could like a sponge, it was as if someone was playing it on a loop. With her sister always coming home with stories to tell or grades to show her parents, always in the spotlight it didn't take long for Harley to lose focus on school, and all inspiration for life. She soon fell into a dark state of depression, with only the thought of the Armed Forces, and her excitement that came from that being the only thing to help her go about her day.

A few months passed before Harley spent the remainder of her time researching and learning about the British Navy.  She began to become obsessed and focused on everything Navy; needless to say she believed why not neglect her family, they didn't even act as if she existed. The moment she turned 16, she enlisted in the Navy, never looking back at the life she now condemned and hoped would rot.  She worked hard day in and day out, tirelessly to be able to move up in the rankings and become everything she knew she was capable of. Everything her family made her believe she wasn't and would never be.

((Read the Story about Harley's time in the Navy HERE))

Many years down the road; after Harley joined the Rooks, she longed to reach out to her Sister, who conveniently also resided in Los Santos. The reason given that drove Audrey to move here was to try to repair the connection she lost with her sister. Harley tried to explain to Audrey why she did what she felt she had to do and eventually had hoped for forgiveness from her family. 
Audrey's response to it all was thankful and she was relieved to find Harley was alive and well after all this time. Audrey explained she could not speak for their parents, but she missed her sister dearly and had been looking for her for years. She eventually asked if Harley would have any interest in coming back to the UK to visit their parents.  This gave Harley pause, she would be able to ask for their forgiveness herself, something she was unsure she wanted, but she longed to just hear they were proud of her, that they loved her and were sorry they mistreated her. It took Harley a few days to think it all over, the pros and cons to this trip. After all she hadn't seen her parents in 9 years, and after closing those horrible memories  from her childhood away, their neglect and lack of regard for her wellbeing. Nonetheless, she agreed to visit them, not to ask for forgiveness, but to explain how she felt and why she left.

Harley, although nervous, was happy to be on the plane with her sister, but anxious to see her parents again. Audrey already had their flights booked before Harley agreed, she was optimistic about the family reunion as well as the flight back to the UK together to visit their family.

Whilst on the plane, Harley struggled to sleep. Her mind was hyper focused on seeing her parents, running every  possible scenario imaginable in her head a thousand times. Unable to sleep she decided that a distraction was in order and turned on the in flight entertainment system, hoping it would distract her. As she watched the BBC News channel they were broadcasting breaking news. It was stated that there was a terrorist attack currently in progress in their home town of Oxford, in the busy High Street. They described the woman responsible as being dressed in black clothing walking down the High Street; automatic rifle in hand, the ones you wouldn't see much in the United Kingdom. The news stated the woman was just randomly shooting every civilian she could find, leaving a wake of death in her path carelessly and heartlessly, before running off untouched. The News Report showed CCTV footage live as the woman walked through the High Street gunning people down, with a panicked news reporter advising locals to stay inside, and stay safe. Harley could relate to that cold, unwavering feeling of emptiness. She knew all too well what it took to be able to handle oneself in that manner and not blink an eye as you step over bodies crying out for help.  Un phased by what she had just watched she turned off the news and tried again to get at least some sort of sleep before she was to face the evil she called her parents.

The Visit

The sisters arrived in their home city at 22:37. The moment they stepped off the plane, the cold, sharp British wind blew across Harley’s face, welcoming her back. Her nose red from the cold, face instantly remembering the sharp pain of the cold winds. As they stepped outside of the airport, a Black Cab was waiting for them, warm and familiar.. The Black Cab gave Harley a sense of nostalgia, a little glimmer of hope that this visit would go well. Once they arrived at the house, Harley took a deep breath in, anxiety racing as she prepared herself for the next step; walking through the front door.  They stood shoulder to shoulder at the front door, Audrey wrapping her arms around her sister, smiling, brimming with happiness. The 10 seconds after her shaky fist danced across the front door, felt like forever.

 What if they hate her for leaving? 
What if they don't recognise her? 

All of these questions raced through Harley’s mind until finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, her mother answered the door, her eyes brighter the minute they laid eyes on Audrey.  The greeting Audrey received, loving with a warm embrace. As their mother released her sister her eyes slowly scanned to the right then resting on Harley. Her mother stepped backwards to allow Audrey through and before turning her back, adorned a small smile and gestured to Harley to come inside with a wave.

Harley’s mother hastily ushered the two towards the living room, sitting them down on the couch. It was the same couch they had when Harley was younger, the brown fabric had faded a bit but still had the rough feel to it and the thought made her skin itch. She ran her hand along the arm of the couch to her left remembering the days she cried to herself alone here made her throat dry making her feel as if she was choking. Harley glanced around the room while her mother gossiped with Audrey, instantly noticing the trophies her sister had collected while growing up.  There were an abundance of photos of Audrey and her parents all over the walls, scented candles that had never been used for 20 years still sitting on the shelves and the single small photograph tucked away nearly covered by her sister's photo of Harley so many years ago. The room felt stale, like it had not been decorated or changed, forever suspended in the years Harley suffered in silence since she decided to leave home back in 2011.

Audrey and Harley decided it best to stay at their parents house for a week, sleeping in their childhood beds brought them both memories; ones Harley would rather forget, and ones Audrey wanted to feel once again.

Harley laid in her childhood bed, tossing and turning unable to shake an uneasy feeling a few days into her visit. The air in the room was stagnant and she could smell the remnants of the dinner her family had cooked earlier in the evening. She could hear the crickets outside the window and the random cars in the distance. Yet as everything seemed well in the world she couldn't shake the feeling of something bad was to come. In the same breath she exhaled with came the loud pounding on the door, the police sirens that were deafening, and the man on the megaphone yelling her name, demanding she surrender immediately. Confused, and worried about her parents finding out what she had become, Harley complied. She stepped out of the front door, where she was met with blinding lights, deafening sirens, and 25 Armed Police Officers demanding she got on her knees, pointing their weapons directly at her. Harley immediately dropped to her knees, took one look behind her and watched as her parents' faces dropped in utter disappointment.

Harley was arrested and taken to back to the United States, to Bolingbroke Penitentiary, kept in solitary confinement under the charges of a suspect of Domestic Terrorism. Completely confused, Harley contested these charges, to no success, or even a court case.

During her 3 month stay in Bolingbroke, Harley didn't waste her time. She used her inside contacts to find out exactly what happened and how she was framed. She gathered all the information she could, and pieced it all together when she was released, using the assistance of The Rooks. She would sit in her Hotel Room in Del Perro for hours, with her corkboard of evidence, trying to figure out who framed her for the terrorist attack.

 

At first, Harley assumed it would be a corrupt cop from the LSPD, her first assumption was Jason Steel, which was soon debunked when she heard from her insider on the LSPD, [], that Jason Steel was on a Leave of Absence for the duration of her stay in the United Kingdom.

Harley spent months stalking every detective or police officer who looked like they gave a shit about their job, trying to piece together whoever framed her for the attack, but with every new theory falling apart.

Harley was on the verge of giving up and throwing in the towel and never knowing. Each and every person she believed she had a theory for, had an alibi shattering everything she had pieced together, everything was falling apart. She threw herself back on the couch, crushed at the thought of what had happened to her would go unpunished and that's when something caught her attention. Harley looked to her left where an old family photograph of her and her family together sat. The dust on it was beyond noticeable, the glass on the frame had been cracked from her throwing it in anger. Harley looked past the broken glass and months of dust that gathered, her gaze focused on her mother, and so many things she overlooked on her visit began to pop up like cockroaches. The little things she overlooked and didn't think mattered. The lack of photos of Harley on the walls of the living room, the ignorance she showed her at the front door, the dust and stale smell of her childhood bedroom, the locked doors she was rushed past when they first arrived at the house, the general neglect she showed Harley during her weeks visit, and the severe lack of emotion and shock on her mothers face when the police showed up at the house that night. None of it added up, and none of it felt right.

Her next suspect: Annabel Hartwell

Harley’s panicked thoughts and worries started to align themselves. She instantly stood up and rushed across the room grabbing the frame on the table. Without a thought she shattered the glass on the edge of the table and ripped the family photo, only to post her mother’s face onto the corkboard across the room.  As she glared at the image in front of her she began to piece together all she knew about this that would prove her own mother would snitch.
After thorough deliberation, her first step was to review past communications with anyone in the LSPD. Since Harley was unable to go back to the UK;  due to the travel ban,  Harley spoke to Ravyn, the closest person she had to a real sister, desperate for answers . Harley begged Ravyn to go to the UK to do a favor, that being stealing her mother’s phone and using her skills she hasn't used since bank jobs years back, to read through any Emails, Texts or communications with anyone from the LSPD.

Ravyn smiled and agreed to do the task for Harley. “Anything for Family” she answered as she went online and booked the next available flight from LSIA to the United Kingdom.

Ravyn stepped out of the airport after arriving in the UK, and took a cab to Oxford. As she glanced down at her phone and reviewed every aspect of  the images Harley sent her of her parent’s home and of her mother. Ravyn wandered around the neighborhood taking in every little detail down to the ant ridden sucker the neighbors son dropped when she first arrived, three hours ago. After the sun finally set, she regained sight of Annabel, and noticed she never locks the front door when entering her home. Ravyn grinned at this stupid mistake taking the opportunity to enter the home going unnoticed. Ravyn, dressed as a true rook, pure black leather outfit, and her signature black bandana mask made her way through the yard entering the Hartwell home.

Ravyn crept through the dimly lit house, watching Annabel and her routine being sure to not leave any trace she was there behind. Her hands covered in the trade mark leather gloves, fingers trailing across the counter top she stalked her prey through the house and up the stairs. As Annabel closed the bathroom door behind her, leaving her phone to charge in the bedroom. You could hear the bathwater begin to run as she began to sing a little song that echoed from the bathroom. Ravyn quickly snatched up the phone, connecting the phone to her tablet and used the precious minutes she had to intercept the Emails and texts, downloading everything onto her drive. She carefully returns the phone back onto the night stand and makes her way back downstairs closing the back door quietly behind her and mutters to herself "why does no one lock their stuff?"

After arriving back at the airport, Ravyn finds a secluded area to wait for her flight and begins to review the emails, immediately noticing one that stood out; from Annabel to one registered to someone in the LSPD. Ravyn begins to look further and uncovers a chain of multiple emails to and from the same detective in the LSPD. She quickly gathered her things as she heard the announcement to board her flight back to Los Santos and made her way to the plane. 
As the plane was in the air and she was allowed to resume her reading she pulled out her tablet and began to dig further. Her heart sank as she continued to read the Emails. Ravyn quickly learned that after hearing about Harley's decision to the UK with the intentions of making amends with her parents, her mothers true color didn't fail to shine through.  Her mother sent an email out to a known detective in the LSPD within minutes of ending the call with Audrey. It only took a few moments, after hearing Harley wanted to reconnect for her to betray her yet again. Annabel's communications with [], suggested Annabel was willing to pay this detective to set Harley up to be vulnerable, and to be arrested for something that would keep Harley out of the country forever; out of her life as if she never existed.

Ravyn thought about all of the information she had read and believed the detective’s replies suggested he was willing to work with Harley’s mother. Within the conversations he suggests they frame Harley for an act of domestic terrorism. [] continued to explain the investigations Bureau has access to people who would be able to make it look like it was her daughter, without question. [] was confident he had a lookalike of Harley to pull this off as  Harley’s arrival, and make sure there was nothing that would prove it wasn't her. The conversations went on to explain that this, combined with the suspicious travel of a wanted criminal, would be enough for the charges to stick,  have no chance of trial,  and Harley would be deported from the UK, placed in Bolingbroke Penitentiary and left to rot.

avyn was disgusted after reading these emails, knowing there was no real easy way to break this to Harley,  Ravyn dialed her number and explained all she read, confirming her suspicions of her mother were true. All Ravyn could think was "What kind of parent would do this, and on top of it all, she paid for her to be deported from the UK."
After hearing this news Harley hung up her phone, letting it fall to the floor next to her. She stood there for what felt like hours, staring off, thoughts running through her head in all directions. She was completely drowned in anger and emotions, anger, hate, sadness, confusion but most of all the rage that was growing in her was one no one could put out. What was to come next was not going to be easy, yet after a lifetime of the feelings she fought through she knew; her mother would pay.

Over the next few days Harley dives in getting things prepped, gathering more information from contacts she's gained over the years. Over the years she has met a lot of questionable people with whom she has questionable relationships with.  Cartel members, dodgy businessmen, murderers and other suspicious people while in the Rooks. She was able to get her hands on a false Alias, an ID and Passport in order to be able to enter the UK undetected.  She carefully opened the envelope and looked over the documents smiling as se read the name to herself. “Lilith Alvah”, loosely translating to “Ghost of the Night”, conveniently foreshadowing her intentions for this trip. Harley managed to get through customs and fly to the UK without anyone batting an eye in her direction, it helped that she changed her appearance drastically as to not raise suspicion. 

Upon arrival in the UK she was greeted with weather that matched the pace of her soul; cunning, severe, damaging. The winds tore past her with a force she hadn't seen and the rain falling in large drops echoed through the streets as she made her way to her parents home. As the cab slowed a block away she told the cab driver to pull over, sliding him a large tip. As she climbed out of the cab making her way up the road she felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped, startled reaching for her gun. Ravyn smiled as she removed her hand backing up slowly, "Whoa, chill. I figured you would come here first, didn't wanna see you make a mistake."
Harley tucked her gun away as she exhaled scoffing at Ravyn, "You bitch, why do you do that to me?" They laughed as they made their way back down the road to the discreet hotel Ravyn had booked for them. As they entered the room they removed the wet coats and sat at the end of the bed. Ravyn laughed as she stood up and grabbed something from her bag. She held out her hand and there rested a blunt. "I think you need to smoke more , decompress a bit."

The two sat in silence  as they smoked, the thick smoke filled the room. Ravyn laughed as Harley began to cough like an old decrepit man as she always does. "Harley, you REALLY need to smoke more, that shit is disgusting!" Ravyn laughed as she threw a pillow at Harley. They went on for what felt like hours discussing her plans on how to proceed before they finally settled on one. Harley went to shower changing into a black leather jacket, black pants, and a classic Rooks Bandana. As she went to the door she looked over at Ravyn and smiled, "Wish me luck!" and left to wait for her mother to walk home from work.

As she walked up towards her parents home so many vivid memories flooded her mind from her childhood. The hurt, neglect and pain rushed through her like a tsunami stirring a fury that even her concerned. The light at the back door still flickered as it did as she was younger, reminding her of the nights she would sneak out to watch the late night training at the base. She crossed the yard and waited in a nearby bush  near the path her mother frequented on her way home from work. As she sat waiting her heart began to race, her hands trembled as she looked down at her knife in her hand, she knew what she needed to do.  She took a few deep breaths, calmed herself down and focused on the road and the thought that this was the only way to end the battle she fought her entire life, she can do this, she has been trained for worse. Only minutes later she heard the shoes scraping on the wet sidewalk just before they hit the footpath. Harley glanced up, through her sunglasses and over her mask she saw her, Annabel Hartwell, the enemy. She smiled slightly under her mask as she thought her mother had no idea what she was in for. She let her mother pass the bush, oblivious, unaware and none the wiser.

Rage began to fill Harley’s mind as she watched her mother walk by the bush, with every sound her mother made, each and every step infuriating her more. Harley slowly stood and stepped out from the bush walking quickly towards her mother in a dark unlit spot of the footpath. Unaware of her footing, Harley stepped on a branch and with the silence around them, the crack caught her mothers attention. She turned to face her, fear on her face as Harley stepped closer.

Annabel took a sharp breath in as her hand clutched her chest when she saw Harley, eyes focused, fierce and determined. Before Annabel could get a single breath out, Harley swung the blade forward, violently, repetitively, the cut was smooth and deep. No emotions ran through her mind and she didn't speak a word, it was as if she was watching herself free herself from the pain, no conscious could argue with the raw emotion happening in that very moment. After the screams stopped, and Annabel's breath was weakened as she lay there fighting to breathe, hands coated in blood as she attempted to contain any of the aftermath. After Harley finished her attack, knife still lodged inside of her mother, she stood over her mother, lowering herself to get a good look at her mother. She looked directly into her mothers eyes, she could only see the fear in the way her mother looked at Harley as life was leaving her body. Harley looked back through her tinted glasses with no emotion, with a sense of relief and a weight lifted from her shoulders.
Annabel's motionless, lifeless, stiffening body in her hands was cathartic.  Without saying a word, Harley nodded as she watched her fall from her grip as she dropped her. Harley went to retrieve a shovel she had hidden a nearby bush and began digging the hole. 

Annabel’s body hit the dirt hard, but didn’t make much noise. Harley's hand steadier than ever removed the bloody knife from her mother’s body and tucked it away to dispose of later.Harley looked towards the corpse in the grave, this time with peace, and no anger in her mind. 

She arrived back at the hotel room and removed her clothing at the door and placed them in the bag Ravyn left labeled "Put them here" which was next to the barrel which she labeled 'Lye'. Harley laughed softly as she imagined Ravyn dragging all the lye and the barrel into the room inconspicuously. "This bitch" Harley thought, "THEY are family." She moved to the bathroom to clean up and noticed one more note next to the bathroom sink. This one was labeled "Smoke me. You deserve to be happy." Harley ran herself a bath and lit the blunt as she leaned back to relax. "Everyone gets what they deserve" she chuckled softly as she took a big hit, this time not coughing, finally at peace.

[Harley]

"See you on the other side" were the last words Harley spoke on the phone to [] as she hung up and prepared for her next task ahead of her. Harley dropped her phone on the desk in the office and changed into her disguise, complete with mask, helmet and voice changing module.

After multiple tests in the field, Harley and other High Command members of The Rooks agreed it was time to put one of their prospects to their final test before recruitment. Nicknamed "Project Sunset" the three planned out what was about to happen. Harley, Jimmy and Frankie stood in the office circling a bag on the floor. The plan was simple. The bag was to be filled with a plain metal box to weigh it down, and was sealed with tamper proof tape. Frankie was to then give the bag to the newest prospect [] to deliver to unnamed clients. She was given simple instructions "Do not open the bag. Do not touch the bag. We don't know eachother. The only thing you need to say to them when you meet them is this: "The sun will set in the west this evening, but don't forget your wings."

Harley and Jimmy drove to the agreed meeting location, dressed in their new disguises and voice modules on. They both anxiously waited at the warehouse for [] to arrive with the package. The prospect arrived 4 cigars later, anxiously placing the bag down on the ground infront of them, stuttering out the words "The sun will set in the west this evening, but don't forget your wings."

Now the facade began. Harley carried the bag around the corner, inspected the bag but didn't open it, being careful not to touch the tamper proof tape, and screamed behind her voice changing module "WHAT THE FUCK" followed shortly by "Get her on her knees". Confused but defenceless, [] got on her knees, confused about what she did wrong. She began to cower, her voice began to shake. The prospect was all of a sudden tied up, blindfolded and shoved into the corner of the warehouse where Harley began to interogate, belittle and emotionally torture []. Harley was interested in what made [] crack, what did she value enough that the mere threat of it were to be taken away, that she would let loose all information she knew about The Rooks and the people she had met.

Although, as much as Harley tried to get [] to crack, she refused to let any information slip from her lips. Harley smiled behind her mask, catching herself and putting on a fake frown right after. She demanded [] to get in the trunk of the vehicle after all hope of her snitching had fallen.

[] was shoved into the trunk of the nearby Rebla, and driven to the Vinyards north of Los Santos, where Frankie and David were waiting. Still blindfolded, [] was pushed into the building, and shoved onto her knees infront of Frankie and David. Frankie, panicked, put on the first voice he could think of. A voice that could only be described as a constipated goblin. The weirdest shit you could ever hear. Harley struggled not to laugh, her eyes watering behind her mask. Getting herself back together, she staightened up and listened to Frankie as he ordered []'s execution. Jimmy clicked the safety off of his gun, and pointed it directly against []'s temples. She began to cry, begging for one last message to be sent to her boyfriend. Harley allowed it, and they recorded her dying wishes to be sent to Suken. Once it was over, Jimmy held the gun against her temples again. Through her voice changing module, Harley told [] to close her eyes. Flinching, [] did as she said, her heart rate began to raise as she started sweating and panicking about the end of her life and then BANG! Harley had shot the ceiling. Jimmy then ripped the blindfold off of [] and she was greeted with a familiar, comforting "Hello!" from Frankie.

 

After a few "I hate you"'s and the insults were done, Harley's tone of voice went back to the serious tone she had the whole night. She turned to face [] and extended her hand out, offering a handshake.

"You've passed"

 

[Dobalina]

The Contender Contention

     ..We pulled into Vlad's driveway. He had an arrangement; a sale. Nothing out of the ordinary. Vlad ran inside his place as I relaxed in the truck. I pulled out my necklace, hit the pipe that was attached to it, and rolled down the window. I exhaled a large tetrahydrocannabinol cloud of smoke and as that cloud dissipated, I saw a man crouching along the corner of Vlad's building. "How high am I?" I thought. The man was dressed in black, masked up, and holding a pistol in his left hand, with his right guiding him along the building. After a few moments of disbelief, we locked eyes, and he took off.

     I radioed in the occurrence, instructing Vlad to remain where he was. The rest of us on the frequency made their way over as precautionary backup. A Mesa 4x4 pulled into the driveway, parking next to me in Vlad's Contender. He rolled down his window.

                           "Zade, is that you?" He asked. I shook my head

                           "You mean Zane?" I replied.
                           "Yea, Zane." 
                           "No." 

                         

                            "He's helping me become one of you." He said, confidently.

                           "Who are you?" I asked.

                           "Guka Galdavadze."

                           I shrugged.

                           "What about you?" He asked, fishing for information.

                           I hesitated. "Frankie."
                           

     Vlad was clear. This Guka guy wasn't here to fuck with us. He's just an idiot. Vlad came out. He hopped in the truck with his guns and we all pulled out of his driveway going separate ways...

 

 

Edited January 23, 2021 by Dobalina

[Vez]

keep up the amazing stories guys, good work.