White Rose Brokerage

[Blagi_Stan]

TO: TASK-FORCE MEMBERS – OPERATION CARTHAGE

 

CC: D.S.A.I.C KIERA O'CHARTHY

 

FROM: S.A.I.C MATTHEW RODDNEY

 

TITLE: CONFIDENTIAL AND PRIVATE -FIB SENIOR AGENT CLEARANCE REQUIRED

Dear all,

Welcome to the new operation Carthage, I would first congratulate you on your exemplary record and service in the FIB, upon special recommendation from your Agents in Charge, you have been accepted into the task-force leading Operation Carthage.

You will find below all current information on our target for this operation: The White Rose Brokerage. This has been passed on from the Los Santos PD Gang unit at the request of the Police Commissioner.

Since we have been observing The White Rose Brokerage, the last report the percentage of drugs increased it raised even more but this operation is a whole new chapter for the group. The FIB and LSPD have noticed an 80% increase in reports about stolen vehicles.

In most of the reports, descriptions are the same. They left cars unsupervised for a brief moment to either go talk to someone around the corner, visited a friend at home, and parked in front of the house. When the alarm went off they could only see the back of two cars. One blacked-out sports car and their car. A number plate is still unknown.

The only hard evidence is provided by a drone shot of the members, standing near the mechanic receiving payment for the car parts that he provided. We could not identify the actual suspects as he was wearing a mask but we have spotted a signature tattoo on the left arm being ‘’ white rose ‘’.

Exhibit A: You can see the tattoo on the left arm.

 

Based on that photo we are connecting the tattoo with the mentioned group above. Since we have found out that, we have stationed more and more LSPD and LSSD on the Sandy, as we believe that they have been working with the LostMC.

Exhibit B: Photo taken from with the drone as they are taking apart the car.

 

We will be observing the Sandy Shores more until we have enough evidence for a raid on the party.

I look forward to working with all of you.

Regards,

Special Agent in Charge Matthew Roddney

 

 

Edited March 21, 2021 by Blagi_Stan

[Blagi_Stan]

Edited March 15, 2021 by Blagi_Stan

[Ziggy12]

CARTHAGE

 

It was a casual midweek day, I just finished a sweaty cooking session of one of the products and turned my phone on. I checked the messages if there is anything new and I saw 2 missed calls from Director and a text saying, "Call me ASAP". With no hesitation I dialed his number in and waited for him to pick up. Without an usual greeting he asked me to meet him at the pier, he also said I should bring Blagi with me so I called him as well.

The Director, myself and Blagi met at a secure place away from other people at the pier. The Director said: “Boys, it’s time to get our hands dirty…” Me and Blagi looked at each other waiting for what’s coming next. “I need you to Chop some cars for the Irish people” he continued “here is the number from the guy in charge of this operation, call him, he will tell you what to do, also bring the other boys with you and show them how it’s done”. With no questions asked we parted the ways.

The very next minute we asked others on the radio if they have time to do some chopping with us, Woody was instantly in. We called the number and the person picking up told him to meet us at the main city garage. The next thing you know we (me, Woody and Blagi) were following the guy dressed in green on a green motorcycle and he showed us the spots where we will be chopping cars for them. The deal was once we find a car we call one of their guys and they will tell us at which of the spots we meet and then chop the car we bring to them.

The very same day our people (me, Blagi, Woody and Hubbert) started searching for cars all over Los Santos. We were split in groups of 2- me and Blagi and Woody and Hubbert. While me and Blagi were searching around the Garbage job area Hubert and Woody were driving and searching around Truck job area. When me and Blagi arrived to the Garbage job I saw a car from afar, “go over there quickly”, I said. Blagi drove there, dropped me off and scouted the area: “all clear”, he said. I started pick locking the car- it was the rusty old Warrener. First try I failed, second time as well. “The third time charm”, I said to myself and poof I was in. I drove away cruising around for a bit to make sure no one is following me then I called Jay explaining to him I have a car for him to chop: “Irish chop, 5 minutes”, he said. We drove there and waited for him. He pulled in on his green bike and started the process, at the very same time Woody said: “we have another one”. Few minutes later the pulled in with another two cars to chop. All the cars got destroyed with no problems. At the end Jay paid us and said: “Wow guys, you are doing a great job, 3 cars in one night is amazing, keep it up!” With smiles on our faces we parted our ways.

Too be continued…

Photo A: This is the Irish chop-the main one, where we chopped the most of the stolen cars so far. Reasons: Easy to hold, not many people passing by.

Photo B: And this is the Grove chop, we were chopping some cars out here as well but not as many as on the Irish one. Two times we were there police raided us, luckily and thankfully we were all able to escape.

 

 

 

Edited March 22, 2021 by Ziggy12

[kenichis]

Really cool stuff on the forums guys, hope you include some more interactions with LSPD as noone currently RPs as the FIB/FBI.

[LanceHawk]

The Rusty Spear! - Drinks and food Menu

[LanceHawk]

[LanceHawk]

The Syndicate revealed

[Tony Miranda]

 

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[Tony Miranda]

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[Tony Miranda]

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[K1net1K]

Looking good fellas.

 

[LanceHawk]

   Project Phoenix - Part 1

 

[CudaNCP]

Hard Work

After the big block party, the bar was in dire need of a restock. The heavy boxes stored on the roof needed to be unloaded and brought into the bar. This was a difficult task, the upstairs bar would need to be restocked, then the boxes would need to be brought down the stairs and into the bar.

After restocking the upstairs bar, the boxes needed to be brought into the bar. Being the geniuses that Johnny and Blagi are, they decided to toss the boxes one by one off the roof. Johnny positioned himself below and prepared himself to catch the boxes. Blagi grabbed the first box and tossed it off the roof. It slipped right through Johnny’s hands and smashed into the ground.

Johnny readied himself again and tried to catch it differently. Blagi tossed another off the roof and Johnny caught it. They continued to toss them over. Finally, all the boxes were stacked neatly next to the front door. Blagi hustled down the stairs and the two brought the boxes inside.

 

The two brought the boxes inside and began placing the bottles in their respective fridges. After the party, the bar had been completely wiped out. Only a couple of stray drinks remained.

 

After unloading the bottles, the two grabbed a couple of beers, kicked back by the bar and relaxed. All their hard work would be worth it at the next party…

 

Edited May 30, 2021 by CudaNCP

[Blagi_Stan]

 

 

Edited June 6, 2021 by Blagi_Stan
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[soxlad]

THE  NEW KID ON THE BLOCK 

 

 

Kai Scott, former All American football player - prospected as a first round draft pick for LS Panic, has had his fair share of ups and downs. Growing up in a crime ridden city wasn't so bad as long as he had sports, but one bad play in his last championship game changed it all. 

After severely tearing his ACL  he had to make money to get by as he lost his job and his passion, so he did what everyone with a dream and dollar does in Los Santos, turn to crime. On his bus ride back from the hospital he ran into a man by the name of Korn Wallace, a shady looking character with a heart made of gold, who told him that he could show him the easiest and FASTEST way to make money.

Break, enter and floor it. 

Kai never saw himself as a car thief but as time progressed he found that he was not only good - but actually found passion in committing crimes with his new found comrade. Korn noticed Kai's rapid decent into the rabbit hole of the underworld and introduced him to the mad hatter himself, Tony "Majik" Miranda who would then watch over Kai and show him the political and tactful side of organize crime before introducing him to White Rose and the board of Directors.

We will see what other trouble the young prospect has in store for him 

[G Alvarez]

Gonzalo Alfonso Sanchez, born in San Felipe just outside of Santiago, Chile. Gonzalo was from a lower class family in San Felipe, who struggled to pay bills, and live through age, and lack of work within the region. He was forced by his father to be involved in drug smuggling operations with an Uncle who had connections in Bolivia, Peru and Mexico in order to provide for his family. Before Gonzalo was old enough to know what he was involved in, he was already way deeper into the drug game than he could have ever imagined. He was fairly intellectual, and achieved well at school. But opportunities were few and far between for someone with the background and residence of Gonzalo…
Chilean Authorities bust a 3 tonne cocaine drop at a port not far from Santiago, as he and his Uncle listened in from a designated stash spot just inside the city. Gonzalo’s Uncle knew that they had to run, if they didn’t, either the authorities who knew who they were would fine them, or, the cartel who’s 3 tonne shipment just got bust, would suspect Gonzalo’s Uncle, and have them both disposed of. The drug game was no place for snitches, and loyalty meant everything, even though in the long run, it realistically meant nothing, and you were just a small piece of a global puzzle.

Gonzalo’s Uncle rounded up some supplies, took a duffle bag of clothes, guns and money, dropped a stack of cash to Gonzalo’s parents house and left. Never to speak to his parents or little sister again, his Uncle insisted it was the only way for them to stay safe. 
Gonzalo’s Uncle was able to travel all the way to Nayarit in Mexico, between Sinaloa and Guadalajara before their trip took and unexpected turn. The Mule track they were on-board was stopped at a traffic checkpoint. Carnage ensued on the single carriage road, and more bad luck struck for Gonzalo with his Uncle being caught by authorities while they escaped from the truck. Gonzalo later found out he was arrested and near enough gave himself up for Gonzalo’s ability to flee and essentially his freedom from the situation they had found themselves in. He was taken to a local DEA task office and charged with international drug offenses.  This gave Gonzalo some passive respect within the group of Mules that he found himself left with. Gonzalo’s journeys finally come to an end, and essentially his new life began when he was offloaded in an alleyway near the Los Santos Bank. Gonzalo was issued his new fake ID card, and sent on his way, finding a place to temporary stay in Bay City Avenue, Los Santos.

*Gonzalo shown above, shortly after touching down in Los Santos*

Gonzalo lay awake that night, thinking about his experience, all of the things his Uncle had explained to him on the trip, where he should go, what he should do, what he should speak about. He emptied his bag and looked at his ID card, everything looked perfect, but his Surname was labelled “ALVAREZ”.
Gonzalo spent a few days locked in his tiny motel room, finishing the small amount of fluid and food that he had gathered from the trip. After spending the days stewing over what had happened and cooling off, he headed out towards Los Santos via the free bus. He was able to get himself a job within GoPostal, working as a delivery driver. Gonzalo didn’t even own a driver’s license until now, and had been illegally driving around in a banged up Rebel back in Chile. Needless to say Gonzalo knew he had no choice and threw himself into the job, using his intellectual side to blend in with the company employees and go about his day to day business without too much attention, just like his Uncle had explained to him to do.

As ever in Gonzalo’s story, luck has never, and probably will never be on his side. Whilst working overtime at GoPostal during the Christmas period, his Blade was stolen from the company car parking lot, and the insurance company claimed he’d been a victim of a criminal “chop shop”. Upon finding out that he would have to pay $3,000 to be supplied with a similar vehicle, anger grew inside Gonzalo. He had done everything his Uncle had told him, he had stayed at home, studied the American language, tried to take a more middle class approach to life, blended in, and yet, he’d ended up exactly where he would of, if he stayed at home with his parents in Chile. A lower class, hopeless individual, and a helpless victim of crime.

Gonzalo laid awake again once more that night, going through everything in his mind, all of the loss, pain, the powerless feeling..  Gonzalo debated taking his salary from the bank, and just disappearing into the night to try somewhere else, live a different life maybe.. He collected his salary, and went down to the Parking Lot to pick up a rental vehicle when a man bumped into his shoulder, and sparked up a conversation… Gonzalo listened initially, but didn’t pose much interest, until the man pulled out an almost brand new Elegy RH8 in Black, and said “hop in”. Turned out this man was Morello, a high ranking member of a small street gang named “Santa Capra”. He showed Gonzalo the real Los Santos, the reason why his car was stolen, the avenues of criminal opportunity within the city, the reason, why working at GoPostal was a complete waste of his time, and this sparked a new interest for Gonzalo. He forgot about his Uncles words of wisdom, for drawing attention to himself, keeping out of the eye of the law, and embraced the “gang culture” of Los Santos, Gonzalo took the be a villain, or be a victim approach to life.. It wasn’t before long that Gonzalo then found himself in a bad situation, he was given a pistol by Morello, and taken up to a marijuana field in the city outskirts to work, growing marijuana. A rival gang rolled up, and numerous gang members were injured on both sides, including Gonzalo. He was found by a Sheriff who was called to a report of gun shots by the Los Santos Freeway. Morello had sneakily snuck in, and took back the pistol from Gonzalo, then disappeared off into the distance before he arrived. Gonzalo was taken to Sandy Shores hospital, and treated for a gun shot wound to the right abdomen. Luckily for him, it missed anything vital and Gonzalo was released a few days later. 

As he groggily stepped outside to walk back to his motel room, a Blacked out Mesa was waiting across the road, Gonzalo hobbled down the steps of the hospital and began walking, when the Mesa spun around and followed him. Taking a few quick turns, Gonzalo thought he’d lost him, and then before long it appeared again, he heard a familiar “hop in”. It was Morello, they quickly flew down East Joshua Road and away from the hospital and Sheriff Station. Morello explained what happened, and why he did what he did. He explained to Gonzalo that two of the Santa Capra members had been deported, and one was raided by the LSPD SWAT Team. This had ended Santa Capra, and left it dead in the water, with Morello and Gonzalo being the only people left. Morello explained that he was laying low, but had other opportunities to explore with other gangs within the city. He showed Gonzalo a sheet of paper with some numbers, and names on. His next words changed Gonzalo’s outlook on life, and he quickly fell back into the path he was on before fleeing Chile. Morello had worked out that Gonzalo had loyalty, respect, and also a brain, compared to some of the other gang bangers they rolled with before. He asked Gonzalo to do a job with him, it wasn’t a legal one, nor one Gonzalo really agreed with, but for the sole friend and connection Gonzalo had in the city, he stood by Morello’s side. When the job was completed, Morello handed Gonzalo the list and said “You are a good guy Gonzo, you’ve earned my respect. For that, I will take you to the top with me, however I can. Here are some numbers, they are members of well-known gangs around Los Santos, if you change your mind and decide to stay here, they will have a home for you. I am going to lay low for a while, and I have something lined up for myself, but sadly I can’t take you with me. Stay in touch Gonzo, you are my brother, and I will always help you however I can.”
Again Gonzalo headed back to his motel, and spent another night laying wide awake, contemplating his next decision. He slept for the majority of the day, and finally headed out about 6PM on the bus, to just tour around Los Santos, taking it in, trying to help him make a decision.
The bus pulled up in Del Perro, and the announcement blared out “Del Perro Pier, there’s a party tonight by the looks of it, good food and alcohol on offer always” – Something inside Gonzalo prompted him to hop off, and take a stroll down the pier. He found himself embraced in the party, and enjoyed a taco, and two complimentary shots of Whiskey. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a man in a suit right at the end of the pier, with a big 4x4 covering the majority of him, besides his fishing rod. Curious as to why someone suited with a nice vehicle would be fishing at 7PM, Gonzalo headed down and sparked up a conversation about his car. 

The man was a White Male, tall, dark hair, but had a smart, intelligent look about him. His eyes were a kind of bloodshot red, but not quite, it was different. They chatted for a little while when Gonzalo popped the ultimate question; “So, what do you do for a living?” Kind of expecting the answer he received, the man replied “I’m a broker” Gonzalo became intrigued, “Ah, I see, a broker for what? Insurance, Stocks?” The man cheekily smirked, whilst reeling in a fish on his line, and chucking it into a thermobox of ice.  “$180 a fish on average I get for a bit of peaceful fishing of an evening”. Gonzalo puzzled as to why the man hadn’t replied and changed subject smiled back in return and gazed out into the ocean. The man spoke again “What happened to you, why’ve you got the limp?” Gonzalo stared at the man for a second, and the man stared back, raising his eyebrows slightly, expecting a response. “Gun shot” Gonzalo replied. The man looked back towards his fishing line and responded “Oh..”. Gonzalo again still puzzled as to the man’s mysteriousness looked back towards the ocean. Shortly after, two other suited men came up, and began speaking to the man Gonzalo had been talking to. They was whispering quietly between them, when one of them grinned widely, and began rubbing his hands together, making a few jokes. All three turned to Gonzalo and began asking questions, before asking to see my license cards.. Before Gonzalo had gone to hospital with the gun shot wound, he had been caught in a store robbery with Antonio, one of the Santa Capra founding members. They were chased by a Sheriff, and later caught after their vehicle had been P.I.T’d by a Sheriff Kamacho. Because of this, Gonzalo holds a criminal record, and had his license for a firearm revoked. The three men questioned it, Gonzalo explained the situation, and the men nodded towards each other. The original man Gonzalo had been talking to, slid out a business card from his suit pocket, and offered it towards Gonzalo.  He took the card, and looked at it. By the time he had scanned the card; the man had hopped into his Rebla and disappeared. The other two men were also nowhere to be seen and had faded into the crowded pier party. 

Gonzalo left well and truly puzzled, hobbled down the end of the pier, and rang the number on the back. The dialling tone stopped, and the phone was answered. Gonzalo spoke “Hello..?” The voice replied, “GoGas, 5 minutes”.  Gonzalo continued to hobble down the road, as the Whiskey shots and sheer puzzlement of the situation numbed the pain from his abdomen. At the gas station, he was met once again by two of the men from before. They led the conversation entirely, with little room for Gonzalo to speak. They had handed me a duffle bag, with three briefcases stuffed inside. They explained that they needed marijuana picked for them, in order to continue their work. They went on to explain how to cut the plants, where to grow it, and advised Gonzalo to get himself an off-road motorcycle, as it was more discreet, and easier to manoeuvre. As Gonzalo left, he overheard one of the men say, “18 tables, jheeze, you’re doing 90grams an hour!” 

Gonzalo headed down to the low end dealership, and purchased himself a BF-400 for $20,000, which was near enough all of the salary he had scrambled together, with his hospital fees paid for etc. And headed out later in the night, to pick some marijuana from the grow spots on the outskirts of the city. This back and forth between the two men and Gonzalo happened a few times at GoGas, with them increasing the amount slowly each time. Gonzalo was being paid, and for the time it was taking, it was easy work compared to the GoPostal hours. Gonzalo felt back at home in the drug atmosphere, and kind of felt a sense of connection back to his Uncle. 

Gonzalo had been tasked with 5 briefcases this week, and delivered as always on time at GoGas. This time was different from the others, as the men had turned up in a Blacked Out Burrito, and not the usual Rebla, or Komoda. This time, just when Gonzalo had grown in confidence, Gonzalo had a black linen bag thrown over his head, as he was forced into the van.  It felt like forever smashing around between the shins of the passengers in the back of the van before Gonzalo was helped out, and sat on some sort of crate like object. 

A few minutes passed, and the linen bag was pulled from his head, a tint from the moon crept in through a few broken wooden slats in the roof. Gonzalo looked around, scanned the area and the men in front of him. Again, 4 well-dressed men, suited, smart, looking pretty happy with themselves stood in front of Gonzalo.  The original man from the pier started by making his apologies, “So, sorry that this has to happen like this, but we couldn’t decide whether you was an undercover agent or something, so we had to do it this way, we’ve searched you, and you seem good.” Gonzalo replies “You could of just asked, damn..” Everyone let off a smirk, before the man in the center took over. “So Gonzalo, Jack and Blagi have been telling me you’ve been pretty consistent over the past few weeks, you’ve assisted them with the marijuana they needed and for that I thank you..” Gonzalo stared at this man as he continued, well-dressed again, looked very upper class, carried a pistol on his hip, and spoke with a very proper voice. The man continued to introduce everyone, Jack was the man I met at the pier with the Rebla, he was the main source of drug production. Blagi next, sported a Mohawk, well-dressed, but seemed like trouble, the loose cannon if you want. Next up was Johnny, he was more reserved in the back, the man explained Johnny’s position, and what he does for the organisation, before finally introducing himself. He was Danny Spears, owner of the Rusty Tavern in Vespucci, and Director, of the WHITE ROSE...

A long time has passed since being invited to join the White Rose. Gonzalo currently sits as an Executive within the White Rose Organisation. He has proved himself as a useful asset, never shying away from lending a hand to the fellow "brokers". Gonzalo regularly finds himself as "courier" for illegal materials, provider of security for the Rusty Tavern and always in the kitchen, whipping up some cocaine. In the early days, Gonzalo was the gun for hitting store robberies. White Rose profited massively from the stores, and it provided a semi-constant cash flow. 

As time progressed and the White Rose grew, connections were made, Gonzalo attended internal and external meetings. Internal meetings are vital within the White Rose, using the Rusty Tavern as a base for casual and business talk. 

Firmly seated within the Syndicate, Gonzalo aims to continue the bond he has with his associates, his brothers, and the brokers within the White Rose. Always striving to do better, and change the city of Los Santos.

Edited May 26, 2021 by G Alvarez

[Chester213]

Great posts guys! Always pleasure RPing with you

[CudaNCP]

 

The past few months have been slow. Our quick progression came to a halt as we consistently partook in the same activities each day. Secure a drop, hand off the supplies to the cooks, wait for our contacts to request the goods, repeat. Each day dragged on and on. Each day I sat outside the pub wondering what more could I do. I had grown a lot since my recruitment into the organization. I no longer felt any remorse for the lives that were lost. I am now able to put my feelings aside and understand that, “Business is business…” Danny’s voice echoed in my head. Faces came and went. I hadn’t seen Amy is a long time. Neither have I seen Hubert, Nick, Aidan or Bling. We do have a number of new faces. Their skillsets are unknown and only time could tell how useful they will be to the organization.

My feet dangled off the edge of the pub roof. As I continued to think I heard a voice calling me from the stairway…

“Johnny!”

I glanced over my shoulder to see who it was.

“Johnny, I need to speak with you in the Pub”

Danny was motioning for me to follow him down the stairs. Letting out a sigh, I replied….

“Yea…. Coming….”

I hoisted myself up and made my way down the stairs and into the unlocked bar. The place was empty. Chairs and stools were thrown around the room, alcohol made the floor sticky and bottles were scattered from the wedding the night before. Stepping over the garbage, I made my way to the back office. Danny was waiting for me inside.

As I stepped in, I could sense an eerie feeling in the air. There was a dark energy surrounding Danny as he kept one hand on the desk and another on an old notebook cradled againt his chest. Without saying a word, he placed the notebook on the desk, spun it around and slid it towards me. I looked down at the notebook. Its spine was old but intacked. The cover was rough and the corners were peeling revealing the raw material beneath. I delicately opened the notebook and looked at the first page. It read…

“Rogue’s Cant”

“Rogue’s Cant? What the hell is that?” I thought to myself.

I looked back up at Danny. He locked eyes with me then readied himself. In one swift motion, he made a shape with his hands then rested them on the table. I turned to the next page in the book. It showed the signal he made and next to it were large, bold letters.

“Corruption”

I glanced at the picture again and attempted to repeat the signal.

“Corruption.”  Danny spoke as my hands dropped to my side.

He raised his hands once again and showed me a new signal.

I flipped through the book attempting to locate the signal.

“Page 84”

“Got it…”

I flipped to page 84 and saw the signal.

“Unity”

As I was about to said it out loud, Danny reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled out a black, thick liquid along with a dozen white roses. Taking a pestel and mortar, he placed the flowers in the bowl and mashed them into a white powdery substance. He then added the mix to the black liquid in a small vial.

“Tattoo ink.” He stated.

I watched as he took a small spoon and mixed the subtances together until they were one.

“Unity” He repeated.

He then prepped the tattoo gun and requested I rolled up my sleeve. On my left arm sat a bundle of red roses. When joining the organization, all members were required to get a rose tattoo. I chose a full arm sleeve. This may seem counter productive as a secret organization, but the entire city had some sort of rose tattoo so we fit right in.

I placed my arm on the table and allowed Danny to begin drawing on my arm. The angle that my arm was at did not allow me to see what he was doing, but I trusted him.

After 20 minutes, the tattoo was complete. After getting a thumbs up from Danny, I walked over to a mirror located in his office. On my arm was a 4 pointed star that glistened in the dim light.

“4 points for the sections of our organization. This tattoo will be the identifying mark of our organization. To those outside of our group, it means nothing, but to those inside, it means everything. The special ink will allow us to see if the tattoo is real or fake.”

“Clever…” I replied.

“You are the first to get this identifying mark. When you have time, give it to the others…”

I nodded in compliance and exited the pub.

Collection of members receiving the notebook and tattoo

 

Magik

 

 

    

 

 

[OBhx]

Love the RP! Keep up the good work

[Sean-McLoughlin]

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Edited July 29, 2021 by Sean-McLoughlin

[Stiffmeister]

Unwanted Vistors

 

A typical Monday down at The Rusty Spear for the White Rose brokers. Danny was showing off a new Sultan Classic, making calls to sell a Jester. Perks had rolled up in a new Kuruma, and had taken Blagi and Gonzalo for a spin around the block. Damien and Emma turned up and introduced themselves to the other brokers. More Rising Sun's moving over from the sinking ship, which was beneficial for us. Once we'd got through all of the normal nonsense, we was down to business. It had been increasingly hard to gain access to Lysergic Acid of late, even with us branching out and making some new contacts in the way of the Ballas on Grove Street, and re-associating with the ever fluid Lost MC. Blagi was flying through his contact list, leaving voicemails at every opportunity. 

 

A LSPD patrol vehicle had passed through on what we had assumed was a typical patrol route, but had stopped his vehicle to come and tell Blagi to take his mask off.. With Danny on site providing a couple of beers, he politely told the Officer that the property was privately owned, and whilst on the property, he had no problem with people wear masks, bandanas and alike. The Officer continued to make himself a nuisance before taking enough verbal abuse and continuing on his way.. Wilfred and Sean stopped by, casting out their fishing rods and catching some sun. Before long, the LSPD Officer had returned, this time with a friend, yet again, trying to enforce this mask problem that he felt required his persistence. This time he was met with a more annoyed group of brokers. We re-iterated our point of view of masks on private property. Bickering went back and forth before him and his "back up" who kept quiet throughout left with their tail between their legs for a second time..

The same LSPD Officer had returned, for the 3rd time in an hour, and this time called what felt like everybody and anybody within the LSPD. This time, he targeted Majik who had pulled up to conduct some business, and was as ever, wearing his signature skull mask. Within minutes, there was 6 Patrol Cars, a Detective, and SWAT, in the pub car park, "investigating" Majik wearing his mask.

 

The scene was laughable, the Gonzalo, Jack and Blagi, 3 beers in were finding the whole saga unbelievable, chuckling away to themselves whilst Danny gave them a taste of his law degree.. Finally, the Detective and LSPD Supervisor at the pub accepted that the land was privately owned by Danny and pulled his Officers away after whispering something to the original harrassing Officer.

 

 

Danny smirked as they all loaded back into their cars, saying  "White Rose 1, LSPD 0"

 

Edited June 9, 2021 by Stiffmeister

[Sean-McLoughlin]

Business is Business 

 

The first couple weeks of Sean being in White Rose have been a good change of pace compared to his previous environment. The organization fits well into Sean’s mindset of keeping the cards close to their chest while making as much money as possible not just for the future plans in the works but also to ensure there is enough money in the treasury and enough equipment and product stock-piled incase of an emergency. Danny, Blagi and Jack along with the other brokers have made Sean and the others who came with him from the sinking ship feel extremely welcome and have put them all to work in areas where their clear strengths lie. 

 

After noticing Sean’s talents with dealing with the logistics and production of narcotics along with his connections to Daichead Gadaí that he had gotten through the sales of cocaine for a number of weeks, both Blagi and Danny pulled Sean aside for a small meeting to offer him a chance at a bit more responsibility. They decided they would  place him in charge of keeping track of the new account they were opening up with the Ballas. As this is what Sean is proficient at there was no hesitation to take the offer to get his name out there and to continue making more money not just for himself but for White Rose also. 

 

30 minutes after this small meeting Blagi informed everyone that White Rose were to have their first meeting with the Ballas to talk business and to get to know each-other. Everyone who was available met up at the pub to head down together as the time approached Blagi received a call to come down. Sean stepped into his 8F Drafter with Amelia in the passenger seat and started his engine and drove out into the convoy slightly nervous as this was a different style of gang/organization he was used to working with. Those nerves rose as the convoy turned onto Grove Street to see a group of 20 or 30 people all in different colours, some purple, some blue and some yellow surrounding multiple police cruisers. The call came out over the radio to continue down into the cul de sac, park and wait for the Ballas to approach.
  

 

While the other gangs seem to be keeping the LSPD occupied, 3 individuals wearing purple left the group and approached the White Rose brokers. Blagi introduced Sean and the other brokers to the individuals letting them know that these men were the Ballas high command. The meeting was relatively short because of the heavy police presence but even with that the meeting was very positive and ended with the guarantee of 2 lysergic shipments arriving later in that day. All the information the Ballers needed to know about White Rose and what the organization is about was also discussed, along with insuring them that White Rose is a business that can provide valuable services to their gang with the main phrase being uttered by the directors to anyone that they were having meetings with “Business is Business”. After enjoying watching LSPD struggle to control their situation Sean and the other brokers loaded up in the cars and headed back to the pub to debrief after the meeting.
  

 

A couple days pass and it seems like a normal day down at the pub. A few things of note happened, like Damien and Emma coming down to properly introduce themselves to the rest of the brokers in the pub parking lot. An LSPD unit on the usual patrol route stopped in front of the entrance to the parking lot. The officer then came onto the private property telling director Blagi and broker Majik to remove their masks. When the officer was informed that this was private property he ignored it and repeated his demand, then he got the same response. Without saying anything he retreated to his cruiser only to return 20 minutes later with an additional officer to make the same demand, to remove their masks. At this point the situation had grabbed the attention of Danny who with his law degree tried to educate the officer but he didn’t have much luck. The officer then seemed to give up even though he had made threats that both Majik and Blagi would see jail time for not complying. Sean and the other brokers along with two of the directors felt that the harassment by this officer should be brought to the notice of his higher-ups so they went to make a complaint. 

 

After making the complaint they returned back to the pub parking lot to continue chatting and enjoying some drinks in the great weather, assuming the earlier situation with LSPD had been put to bed. Little did they know what was awaiting them on the way back down the road to the pub. The firstofficer that had shown up earlier that day showed up again, followed by multiple detective units and not long after that the swat unit arrived The brokers, including Sean, couldn’t believe their eyes with what is happening as many of them started breaking out into laughter with jokes going throughout the group such as “didn’t realise swat needed to be called for wearing a mask” “you swear we just robbed a fucking bank” the detectives first tried to enforce what the officer was demanding for Blagi and Majik to remove their mask but hearing this Danny stepped forward with all his employees standing behind him smirking and smiling. He then proceeded to reiterate that this was his private property, even offering to show documentation of his ownership along with everyone in the parking lot being under his employ. Sean could notice that some officers and detectives were whispering, looking a bit confused on whether they should press the mask issue or not but in the end officers began to leave one by one because at this point they had attracted the attention of weazel news reporter who started recording the encounter. As the last detective left the pub Danny turned back to everyone smirking and said “White Rose 1, LSPD 0”. 

 

An extremely productive week for Sean and White Rose was topped off by a day of promising meetings with Ballas and The Lost Motorcycle Club. Sean, Blagi and Jack headed down to Grove Street to discuss selling product and a weapon shipment that had been compromised. Daichead Gadaí showed up to the drop as well, thinking it was another gangs shipment. When realising that it was in fact White Rose picking up the shipment they left them to work and load up. The meeting with Ballas was abruptly interrupted by a gang that had been materialising over the week; they drove matte black cars and wore all black clothing with red masks that look Asian in origin. They introduced themselves as a subdivision of the black hand triads to the Ballas and to the brokers and began to give information about themselves and their short term plans, Sean thought to himself that they were a bit disrespectful with how they came in and overtook a meeting. He also definitely felt some tension in the air as the different organizations were talking. Sean leaned over to Blagi and Jack and whispered “these guys are new but they are going to try to be our competition for now, we can not let them bring in more product than us”  both Blagi and Jack nodded to Sean. As all the business that was needed to be discussed was talked about, the brokers and directors got into their cars and headed back to the pub to regroup for their meeting with The Lost Motorcycle Club.

 

 

 

Everyone met up at the pub where Danny was waiting. Before loading up, Sean and few others caught Danny up with how the meeting went and the information about this new gang, and that they were calling themselves a sub division of the Black Hand Triads but they assured Danny that they were nothing to be concerned about as of yet. Everyone loaded up into 2 Kamachos and headed up to Stab City to meet with The Lost Motorcycle Club to reassure the long standing connection the two groups have after a bit of reshuffling of their high commands. This meeting went as good as every other recent meeting with Danny leading the way introducing Sean and everyone to the motorcycle club. After the introduction the President of the club invited the brokers into the clubhouse out of the sun, something that was appreciated by the directors and brokers as they were all wearing formal wear. While inside, everyone was given a tour of the clubhouse with some grabbing some drinks at the bar. Sean had a look around and he was impressed by the professionalism of the biker gang as it was not something he was expecting to experience. The meeting came to a close, adding another successful venture to the books. This bought a couple days time to hammer home the prices for shipments of lysergic and weapons but it would be something that the directors and high command would need more time to discuss. long On another note, the phrase “business is business” was quickly becoming a motto of White Rose. The brokers then loaded up and headed back to the pub to relax for a few hours before ultimately getting back to work and doing what they do best, make money. 

 

Edited June 10, 2021 by Sean-McLoughlin

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Edited June 15, 2021 by Blagi_Stan

[Chester213]

Great posts! Love the way whiterose are progressing!

[skeletee]

Enjoying the new style of the recent post, good reads.