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Freddie West
"Growing Up"

Freddie West, a working class individual, born in Northern England did not grow up with many chances. Freddie did not grow up the traditional way; instead he had to scavenge for money, committing minor, less relevant crimes in order to make enough to survive off. Freddie had a partner in crime, his brother ‘Billy West’. One of their first acts of crime was nothing malicious, shoplifting; they took what they needed, not what they wanted.

After committing countless petty crimes, they decided to step things up. To make some serious money, to get them off the streets for good. Starting their own vendetta, Freddie and Billy aimed for the stars. In their minds, there was no limit.

 

Taking money off the rich and fueling their robberies, Freddie and Billy purchased their first firearm. It was nothing special, just a M9-22, but this was England. Guns had just been removed from the general public, only used in very severe cases by the police. With the purchase of this firearm they knew they needed to be careful, planning out every small act of crime, every large act of crime.

With their newly acquired weapon, they decided that they could finally upgrade from the small crimes to a much, much larger one. A bank. Knowing that they could not do it alone, they needed help. Rich people didn’t need the money, poor people needed it. Recruiting some poor, some homeless people, they devised a plan. It was simple; no faces, no fingerprints… no evidence.

The bank in question was a well known bank, with the blueprints to the building already published, it made the whole robbery much easier. After only a few months worth of planning, they were ready. All that was needed now was the equipment. Billy took the task of getting the drills and the clothing; Freddie, the vehicles. The vendetta decided it was best to steal cars that looked like the owners had forgotten about them.

The clothing was nothing out of the ordinary, something you could wear when having a night out. But there was one important feature, no tattoos could be seen. The masks they wore were not identifiable, they didn’t allow the authorities to link the members together after the robbery. Not a single piece of clothing could be traced back to Billy, instead they were never removed from the clothing store’s stock list.

The vehicles had to be quick; they couldn’t stand out; they couldn’t be linked to Freddie in any way. Taking the vehicles from a parking garage was not easy, but Freddie had an eye on the vehicles during the whole planning process; these vehicles were not looked at or even moved during the months it took to plan. Noone would notice them missing.


"The Robbery"

They had to be quick, there was only a small opening; miss this, miss the opportunity all together. With the gun in his hand, and the drill in Billy’s, they stormed the bank; Freddie taking aim at the crowd and the tellers, Billy heading for the vault. As Billy drilled through the vault it dawned on them… this was the change they needed, the last crime they ever needed to commit.

Throwing the vault door open, Billy began stashing the goods that were inside. Gold Bars. They had not planned on this, they assumed it would be notes and small but valuable goods. Filling his bag as much as he could carry, Billy swapped places with Freddie, now holding the guns at the crowd. As Freddie headed towards the vault, there was a golden glow coming from inside. Even though Billy’s bag was completely full, there were stacks on stacks of golden bars; giving in to his greed, Freddie began filling up his bag and his pockets until they began to tear.

Leaving the drill behind they radio’d to the drivers and the lookouts to pick them up. Throwing the golden bars that he was carrying into the back seat, Freddie hopped into the car slamming the door shut behind him. Billy instead hopped on the back on the bike, heading for the dirt tracks.


“On The Run”

Meeting up was the hard part, it seemed that everywhere they went was being watched by cops 24/7, but how? Arranging a new meeting spot was hard, but what was to follow was even harder. Realising that the drill they left behind had fingerprints covered from previous days of planning, they knew they had to leave the country. The pair knew they had to go to America, they just didn’t know how. They ultimately decided to split up, promising to meet again in Los Santos, ‘The place where dreams are made’.

Unknowing of how his younger brother would make it, Freddie planned to take a trip straight to the location. No stops. No delays.

 

First he began to beg for money, all of his money was in golden bars; something he couldn’t just pass around after a robbery. Making his first £1.50 he took the closest Bus as far as it could take him. They reached a location, unknown to Freddie, but it seemed he could walk around without fear of being tackled by every person who walked by.

Now for the tricky part, purchasing a fake ID and passport from an old friend of his, he headed for the nearest Airport. Knowing he could not afford the high prices of a flight to America, he began running across the runway, merging with the people getting onto the plane.

“Back to it”

After landing he once again took to running, covering his face, making sure he wouldn’t become wanted here too. When asking around he was informed that he had landed in a place called ‘Los Santos’. He had made it, now time to locate Billy. Freddie began looking around at banks, feeling the greed consuming him, all of the money he had previously made had been left behind. He was now broke. When looking at these banks Freddie got into a scuffle with a few members of the public, due to the way he presented himself. It was then, during this scuffle he heard someone call his real name “Freddiee!”. It was Billy, calling his name from the other side of the bank.

The loud calling had caused the fight to end, everyone was watching. Dashing across the bank, through the people, Freddie and Billy had met again. Everything went to plan, there were no issues with the people, there were no police looking for them.

During the short time he had in Los Santos, Freddie had gotten some contacts. One by the name of “Lez”, had access to a range of weaponry. Although they vowed never to lay hands on a firearm again, they knew the only way they were gonna become rich was to rob once again.

Purchasing the firearm off Lez for a promise of 50% of the cash stolen, Freddie and Billy felt the power, the thrill once again. It was like old times; taking the money from the rich, fueling their robberies. No crew, no plans needed.

‘The Chop Shop’, a store north of Los Santos that was quite secluded, in the middle of the countryside. This looked like the perfect store. Apart from a few houses, there were no signs of civilization for miles. No planning required. Whilst robbing the store, Freddie got that sensation once again; the adrenaline, the thrill.

Whilst grabbing the cash Billy heard a noise; by the look on his face, Freddie knew something was wrong. Forgetting the cash, they sprinted outside to the sight of 4 police cruisers, all with heavy weapons pointed at the brothers. It was inevitable, one day they had to be stopped.

Freddie was sent to SADOC whilst Billy was sent out of town, to ASDOC. The pair were split up once again. Not forever, but for a while.

“A new beginning”

Freddie used his time in DOC wisely, getting to know people, getting contacts. This was not the end of their criminal career; just a new beginning. Meeting a biker called ‘Salvatore Rizzo’, he began to learn more about the criminal life in Los Santos.

Sonny (Salvatore) was in a Motorcycle Club by the name of “ ”, offering Freddie to join them. With his little knowledge but his understanding of how this could help him connect with more people in the criminal lifestyle, Freddie quickly accepted, following his every order. In the MC Freddie met a few other bikers, one by the name ‘Tony’, Tony seemed to have so much criminal knowledge, almost too much Freddie would tell himself.


Sadly the MC was short lived, causing all the members to search for a new opportunity. Sonny had a dream though, offering Freddie to join him once again but this time it was going to be a car club. Unsure what he wanted it to be called Sonny and Freddie began to brainstorm ideas. After sharing their interests they found that they both appreciated Muscle cars. American Muscle Cars. It was decided, the Club was going to focus on American Muscle cars. ‘American Muscle Club’, not very unique but it got the job done.

Whilst Sonny focused on the more important side of things, he set Freddie on a task. The logo. With only a few things for certain, Freddie began to mess with a few ideas. After getting input from Sonny they eventually ended up with a final design.

https://imgur.com/89EtHO7

 

No gang colours. Included the name and muscle cars. It “suited the club perfectly”.

It was time to purchase a HQ. A few places came to mind, but one location stood out to Sonny and Freddie, Amarillo Vista. There was a house there which could hold over 20 cars, perfect for when the whole club wants to hang around.

At first it was successful, having races everyday without a single internal issue. But with the Club going all too well there had to be some issues coming in the near future. One day it happened. Sonny had to fly out of town for what was supposed to be a few weeks, in this short time there was no backbone to the Club. No races. No family…
Sonny never returned and piece by piece Freddie watched the Club crumble to pieces, all his friends leaving it and joining other things.


“Alone but not really…”

Freddie had to move on, but not without his new Friends. Whilst the club was falling apart a friend of Freddie, Ryan Petford, began researching drug recipes. With the success of ‘Cocaine’ the pair began to search for something to cook on, drug tables. With the friends he made in DOC, Freddie managed to get hold of tables quite easily. With the press of 2 buttons Freddie had ordered roughly 10 tables for him and his friend to cook on.

Now all they needed was a place to cook. They couldn’t use the old HQ, that was still owned by Sonny; they needed somewhere else. They needed an apartment. With low funds they decided to get a loan out under Ryan’s name, at the time he still worked at LSC meaning he got a lower interest rate.

http://imgur.com/gallery/Z59C9Yk

With the tables now setup. The recipes learnt. The apartment acquired. All they needed to do was cook. With the loan needing to be paid off the pair would cook all night and day, trying to make enough to pay it off. They were quite successful, making hundreds of Cocaine on countless occasions. Selling the cocaine to pay for their resources and the loan. One day this changed, Goblins were in town. After noticing that the pair had exited the apartment and headed towards a drug location they became suspicious. Eventually they were sure there were tables inside, rushing the apartment with heavy weapons; taking every last piece of Cocaine, every last table.

Freddie decided to take a long nap…

When he woke up everything had changed, there were new gangs roaming the streets, new people he had to meet. One of which was ‘Russian Mob’, similar to the old ‘Russian Mafia’ with some of the same members. But a newer generation. The leader, Dimitri, had met Freddie in DOC when he first moved to the city, but never since that point.

Dimitri was a good friend of Freddie. Someone he knew he had to get on the good side of.


“Taking Logan Hostage”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GWV_CXtq1o

The pair were out fishing, staying out of harm’s way, when Freddie spotted an old friend in trouble. It was Ryan. An officer by the name of ‘Logan’ spotted Ryan’s Pistol .50 at the pier and proceeded to put him at gunpoint. After learning that Ryan was an old friend of Freddie, Dimitri took control of the situation. Taking a gun out of the glovebox with the brave words “We aren’t going to let that happen now, are we?” The pair ambushed Logan, taking him and Darion hostage at the Pier. The situation ended up with all 3 of them plus some of Ryan’s friends who attempted to help back in DOC but it showed the cops what they were about.

Since that day, Logan hasn’t stepped foot onto the pier.


“Russian Mob”

Freddie once again, was given an opportunity to join his friends in crime. Dimitri had invited him to Russian Mob. After hearing about the banks and stores they robbed daily Freddie knew if he were to refuse he would be missing out on so much experience. After getting into the Mob he began to understand how things were ran, robbing stores and getting away at any cost. The Mob did hold labs, with quite some success but it wasn’t their priority.

“Taking a Drop”

Whilst holding down Sea Lab, they noticed a large number of people setting up outside. Not being the type of people to fight everyone they get the chance to they tried to talk things out with words, which they were successful at. But one Russian by the name Alberto noticed something… They were collecting a gun shipment. Without hesitation they all got into position, ready to steal the drop from these unknown people.

https://youtu.be/8Jj27L42tIU


“All of you Hands up”

After the first shot was fired Freddie began to unload bullets into the strangers. This being the first time he had actually shot a gun. Taking down 3 of the remaining strangers, Freddie began searching for any injured Russians whilst the rest took the guns off of the enemy’s bodies. Being able to locate all of the injured Russians, Freddie brought them to the middle, alongside the deceased enemies.

A gang showed up… LNF. Apparently this was an order made by LNF for some of their customers; already being paid they requested a small fee of the shipment. This was not going to happen. Unfortunately the underboss, Alberto, decided it was a good idea to lead LNF to the location we were splitting the guns at. Being unpleased with this Freddie and his friend Samoa decided to ignore the orders given by the underboss, instead satisfying the rest of the Russians.

34 Pistol .50’s; 3 each.

LNF wanted 16 of these guns which they had already sold to someone, once again Alberto was okay with giving them these. With Samoa taking the rest of the Russians to a seperate location, Freddie began to talk with LNF about the guns. With the constant input of Alberto, Freddie was only able to lower it to 5 .50’s, even though it should have been zero.

Enraging Freddie and Samoa, they began to plan out a way they could get revenge on Alberto.

 

“Revenge”

The plan was simple. Wait for the Russians to head to a drug lab that is located in a secluded area, preferably ‘Chiliad’’, this being the most hidden with the easiest getaway options if the plan goes south. Still being in the Russian Mob allowed the pair to get close to Alberto without anyone questioning their actions, potentially even giving them time alone with him.

 

https://youtu.be/59qlsLAQm0A

 

With the help of a friend, Gabby, they began to set up at the lab before the Russian’s entrance. Taking out Alberto, the pair were, once again, successful. Time was ticking, more and more russians were getting ready to enter the lab, they had to leave now.

The trio simply drove out of the Lab, not being chased. Instead they went searching for Alberto who was left in the middle of the Lab.



“Russian’s Revenge”

Without thinking about his actions too much Samoa decided to show Dimitri around his and Freddie’s Drug lab. This not only gave Dimitri a good understanding of the layout, but they also knew exactly what was inside…

(http://imgur.com/gallery/4DC9zIX)

Freddie randomly got a call from Dimitri; warning him to get ready. The pair knew what this was, instantly they headed to the apartment, packing away as many tables as they could. Being prepared to leave Freddie could hear a noise from outside of the apartment. Checking his phone he was bombarded with an insane number of text messages all warning him of what was to come.

 

*BANG BANG BANG*

3 shots were put into the lock and within not even 2 seconds there were 10 Russians and 10 Los Santos Drift members inside of his apartment, all armed and ready to kill. Knowing they were outnumbered they decided to give in, remembering each and every face inside.

(http://imgur.com/gallery/2iwt6bG)



This wasn’t over. They were going to suffer.
 

Edited by Freddie West
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