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New Beginnings - A Fresh Start

BY

Syrax Jones

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Backstory;

There aren't many things in life that a man like syrax wouldn't try, having grown up with such an oddly sounding name often made him a social pariah in day to day life so the excitement and comradery that many take for granted syrax was deprived of. He could often be found pondering in his own thoughts, clawing through the pages of books or stimulating his mind with hypothesis about any new bit of information he found.  His life, albeit a somewhat normal upbringing, was something that lacked the initial spark of inspiration and fire that burns deep within most children. Some want to be doctors, some the military, vets, nurses, police, some are happy with the status quo and set their sights on a local corner store. But not Syrax. You see, for him it was different, for he wanted to be something only the few strive for, he wanted to be sat at the top, with the heads of the table. Running business dealings, establishing connections and relationships - He knew this was no easy task to undertake but he was prepared to do so.

Often inspired by the various mobster and gangster films of the 90's while sat in front of his black and white television set. The static flickering on occasion in the background and the ripples across the screen, he sat there in awe. In awe of these men and women, the respect they are deemed worthy of with no words spoken, merely by their presence entering a room and how they hold & carry themselves everyone knows these people are not to be messed with.

"This is it" he thought.

 

With those thoughts in mind, syrax slowly started to change as he grew older. No longer did he look down when he walked past people but rather, in the their eyes.  Using peripheral vision to look them over, to suss them out. He had become a people watcher, a connoisseur of sorts in psychology & sociology, a man on the lookout for certain types of people ready to lay down their lives for the right cause and for the right reasons. Syrax needed a crew and it was time to start building one or join one. 

No longer did he fill his mind with fleeting topics of conversation or random knowledge but rather, immersed himself in anything to do with the criminal underworld. Intelligence gathering, routes and behaviours of law enforcement, government agencies and departments that have no names to speak of. Trawling all sources of information available both in the deep & dark web that could be found and uncovered. More often than not, through keyboard strokes in hushed tones, dimly lit rooms, via encrypted software or notes from people more in the know. With this he was able to learn skills like pick locking, anti surveillance techniques, loosing tails and getting to places he would need to be in future, clean. Information gathering, torture techniques and bamboo splinters among many other things clouded his mind as he watched how to disassemble and reassemble an AK, cleaning its parts and oiling for the 100th time.

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Rebirth

 

The beginnings of a smile could be seen forming across the usually stoic face of syrax as he placed his right foot onto the flight stairs, slowly peering through the main emergency exit/entrance of the airplane before saying some pleasantries to the flight crew and placing his right hand on the outside of the plane, whispering a thank you for making it in one piece.

 

 The warm crisp air filled his lungs alveoli & capillaries that had been starved of fresh unrecycled air for the last few hours. The blood red cloudless equatorial sunset over the ATC tower let but a slither of light escape its shadow to illuminate the freckles upon his cheeks, his red framed glasses sat snuggly upon his face as he turned his head from side to side scanning & surveying the area as he go.

He and his crew had made it to Los Santos.

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Roots

As syrax sat in their newly purchased apartment, he looked around the room with a grin. His crew, his friends, his family. They had all made the long journey to upend their own lives to join him on this new adventure. It was time to start planning. 

After discussions on what to do first, everyone stepped out to start making progress on some goals. Bouncing between security jobs, hunting, fishing, driver work and the occasional car chop they had started to amass a small nest egg to begin moving the group in the right direction as a whole for future business. Things got tough though, between people getting arrested for failed store robberies, some catastrophic police chases and angry car owners tracking them down the multiple medical bills shared between them all started to bleed them dry, the six of them were running low on funds and things needed to change.

This is when donnie approached the group and mentioned a number of business opportunities with different people, describing his time spent with members of another organization. 
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The First Meet

Stood in front of them were professionals, dressed in white crisp suits, their ties seemed symmetrically placed under the nape of their necks, before being straightened and tucked into their suit jackets. Their trousers freshly pressed and their hair neatly done, they stood there in line. Their cars in tow.

After introductions their head of recruitment and another two family members pulled each one aside for interview and to assess the new faces for possibly joining. Each one given a number of questions like; [REDACTED]

The tensions started to run high as the meeting went on, it seemed salvation was far more well known than syrax and his friends had realized. Multiple scouts and members from other organizations sit atop rooftops, on bridges and whistling from afar.

With every few minutes passing scouts on bikes, Salvation stood their ground, unfazed and unchanged in their demeanour by the attempt to rattle them.

The meeting concluded a while later, eyes still upon them from afar, with a resounding welcome to the family.

This was the meeting Syrax and his family had been waiting for.

He couldn't help but remember his childhood moments in front of the tv watching old movies and could tell these were the type of people who didn't need to ask or demand respect. Syrax already had deep respect for the members in front of him. Not for their presumed status but by their being, how they carried themselves and how they spoke to him and his own family.

Their combined shared ideals were an ideal fit for his group and a joint decision was made to put family first.

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The Split

After days of deliberation after the departing of his friends & family from salvation, syrax had to make a difficult choice.

He knew they left for their own reasons, some shared with himself but syrax was not used to this nagging feeling.

Choosing between one family and another.

He called high command together and laid it all out on the table, his voice shaking at the wrenching words he would have to let slip from his mouth.

He had to leave.

Jaqueline with her softer toned voice put to bed any doubts that we were all still and will forever be considered family.

Syrax's heart both simultaneously warmed to those words and sunk with the feeling of almost, like, betraying his own family. He knew he would always have a home here and its members forever friends.


Experience

Since leaving the organization syrax decided to take his own path temporarily. Joining the likes of Grim Reapers for a time.
Gathering experience in all the inner workings of a semi rusted machine he worked hard to gather intel, make connections, meet the faces and remember the names of the heavier hitters in the city.

Although most days were spent fishing, Syrax was always listening to the happenings around him, on guard and ready to react to any threat.

He made a lot of new friends in this time, some that he hopes will last till the last breath that passes through his lungs.

But, alas the crumbling of the reapers and extradition of its leader was too much and he parted ways with its colours.

 

 

Sometimes The Wrong Path

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Shortly after departing the grim reapers syrax collected everyone from his family for a meeting.

"Let us forge our own path, we'll start our own group and become one of the biggest names in the city" he said,

His eyes dotting around the faces of the RV, nods beginning to animate from the intense stares of his listening friends.

His family, his crew, was back together again, under a new name [REDACTED]

Together they tried to forge their own path through the tough streets of los santos, much like others, petty thefts, robberies, stealing cars and breaking them down for parts was a common occurrence for the crew but something still didn't feel quite right, something seemed to be missing for him, possibly for everyone.

It wouldn't be till later that syrax would find this truth out for himself.

The days and weeks that followed, syrax would often find himself bumping into the salvation family, even in the oddest of places. Each time like catching up with best friends after a long hiatus.

Each time warmly welcomed to come back to the fold with the family.

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The Bank Job

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We'd got the call of the meeting place, turning up in non gang colors and tools needed at hand. Bundling out of vehicles and making our way to the congregation of people awaiting to start the pre planning meeting.

Tensions were high as people funnelled in to hear the layout of the operation. With chase stood at its core.

He laid out the step by step plan to each one of us, making sure no detail was missed. Acknowledging the steps needed to be taken by everyone to make sure a smooth operation and logistics were completed correctly for a successful job.

It was at this time that syrax could see some element in chase that he himself was missing, something that he himself needed, to be able to run his own crew.

Once all plans had been discussed and everyone was sure to be on the right page we set off for the bank.

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The inside operation moved like clockwork, no one skipping a beat in what they needed to do. They all rushed into the vault and started picking up stacks of cash, designated safe pickers cracked their set safes and it was almost time to get out when something came over the radio.

Adrenaline high inside, no one picked up exactly what was said but a rush on business was pushed and people started to prepare to move out now the cash was bagged.

Syrax rushed to the door of the bank but there was something wrong, there was something waiting on the other side. For he could see several cop cars and police officers laying in wait. He hesitated for a moment but the flurry of people running past meant he needed to get to his getaway vehicle and quick.

"Show me your hands" "Hands Up" and people on radios echoed the streets as the sound of the bank doors opening, panicked muffles and pitter patter of feet etched the concreate pavement. It was chaos, it was over he thought to himself looking down the barrels of at least 4 different firearms. He stood still and put his hands up. Looking over his shoulder he could see the remnants of the crew scrambling out the doors and running down the streets, police officers in tow. His family and friends in handcuffs, being tazed and being restrained weigned on his heart.

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The Prison Riot

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"I am proud of each and every single one of you, you are all family to me"

Echoed off the yard walls and through the ears of everyone huddled around chase.

----For reasons that cannot be discussed, there is no mention of what happened in the yard that day.----

----But the seed had been set.----

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The Meeting

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Laying awake at night it started to dawn on him that his crew are missing something, something he was never 100% sure he could provide. The crews temperament and daily struggles were starting to cause rifts within his crew and he knew this was only the beginning of the journey if he wanted to continue down this path.

Upon having conflicting feelings, uncertainty not only within his crew but also within himself, syrax called a meeting.

"How do you feel about joining salvation?"

He said.

Everyone beginning to look up and directly at syrax, almost flummoxed, perhaps vexed at the words that left his mouth.

Everyone had put in a lot of time and serious effort to get to the point they were at, he thought. Although he was not met with raised voices and boiling tempers but a mutual understanding and agreement that we were all missing something, something that they all knew salvation would unknowingly be able to provide.

A family.

A home.

A sense of togetherness and professional ideals.

A direction.

Syrax made the call, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone before sifting through his contacts and landing on Chase.

He paused for a moment, knowing once this call was made there was no going back for him. There would never be another option. It would be the family first, forever.

He smiled to himself letting the mask rise slightly as it reached ear to ear. He knew things had changed in salvation for the better and he knew for his own family's sake, that this was the right choice for everyone.

He tapped the green phone icon *click* on his phone and placed it up to his ear,

"Hello Chase"

---TBC---

 

 

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"Who do I wanna be"

 

"It's been a few weeks and I don't know who I wanna be", with a cough from a joint, sitting on his tractor. Magnus staring off into the distance as he seemingly went back into his old ways, Farming for Osvaldon. Salvation has been like family to him, but in the back of his head he feels as though he hasn't done anything for "the cause". His knowledge of the city is limited, his introverted demeanor doesn't help him get out and talk to people... As much as Thorson loves what he does, he wants to be someone different. Fear of change, fear of disappointment, fear of loss... Why is the fear so adamant? Not even Magnus knows.

"We're gonna do some training" The Command said over the radio, and a bunch of members went through, ready to go. Although some of the members were running it for the first time, the training regime seemed different then the normal "Cat and Mouse". Stores, that's the golden ticket. Remembering running a few stores with some friends back a few months ago, Magnus kind of felt ready. Knowing how to get in and out of the cash register, the confidence of actually being of use to the family rose. A tingle in his spine as he is ready to change, to be something more useful than what he was.

Attempt #1- We're in the store, but the clerk seems to not wanna let us stay for too long. Before we know it, his hand flipped the switch to notify the police, so the crew? They were out before they even got in. Slumped on the BF400 that he borrowed, Magnus speeds out of the area, hitting the offroad terrain of the Tataviam Mountain range. Waiting for the next call to see what was next.. The run was a bust, bunk, unsuccessful, a failure. And it kind of dawned on Magnus, that it may be an issue. "What the actual fuck am I doing... I've done this before, why did it not happen the way I thought it would" 

"Chumash" the word rung through the earphone of the radio. A new store, a new front, a new opportunity. Driving through from the East side of LS to the West, the excitement lingered in the back of his head, ready and raring to go. The tilt of his head as he looked at the terrain of the beautiful landscape he's called home for the last 4 months. Arriving to only be told "it ain't happening". Another crew seemed to have the same idea as we did. Only to disappoint in his own excitement, they traveled to a secluded spot where the crew got chewed out... As much as it didn't seem like much of an ordeal, it was. We were not ready, and will we be? Will Magnus be?

"I'm going to invest in freelance work until I am ready for 'A change of pace', until then, I'll familiarize myself with the city, landmarks, and other necessary information that is viable to succeeding in the city. I gotta know where the fuck I'm going at all points." Sitting on the top of his borrowed tractor from Osvaldon, he watches as the sun starts to set. Needing a new source of income, Magnus invested. Got himself a trucking license, and eventually a Phantom. Oil seems to be the "bizz", so back and forth he went. Oil rig, sell, oil rig, sell, oil rig, sell... With the optional Trucker job to do in the meantime. 

 

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"I'm gonna be worthwhile for Salvation, even if it kills me" 

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Keeping The Flame Lit of A Torch Since Passed On

 

Damien had found himself the Head of Recruitment and in charge of keeping tabs on everyone underneath him, ensuring a smooth sailing whenever he was covering for High Command. This is a lot more responsibility than he had ever thought to have, for the longest time he felt like he was drowning. From interview to meetings to catching up with everyone and sorting out any issues that may have popped up, he found himself slowly being drained. Whilst he loved his new found comrades and a sense of responsibility it quickly became a heavy bearing burden for him.

 

  He wouldn’t realize it until the return of someone very close and special to him, but he had changed. He had become more jaded and stressed out in the month since they last spoke, as he was recounting her with all the events and ongoing plans of Salvation she turned to him and very bluntly said “Well don’t you sound like just the perfect little soldier, what happened to you stop talking like that”  He was confused at first but she was right, he sounded jaded, robotic, desensitized and out of touch with who he really was for the sake of getting the organization in a better spot.

 

He thought back to his good friend Talisman, who he had taken over the position from. “Is this the kind of stuff he had to deal with? How was he able to do it whilst still being relaxed and himself? Am I even capable of that?” The thoughts raced through his mind for days while he tried to get a grip on himself again. A lot of people were banking on him pulling through and not fucking this up, And he wasn’t about to dissapoint.

 

“Pressure makes diamonds but it also bursts pipes, which one am I going to be?”

He didn’t have an answer to his own question, but one thing he did know was that he needed to find the balance of fulfilling his duties whilst being true to himself for the sake of the family.2096309128_GrandTheftAutoVScreenshot2021_08_04-20_58_40_04.thumb.png.07d3d9b02645efa1093ede2007fe8042.png

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Betrayal Paves The Road To Salvation



 

The afternoon sun hangs high above Mary Wright's head as she slowly pushes herself off the ground, hands stinging against the scorching hot asphalt. Grimacing, she stands up and dusts off her suit pants. Pale blue eyes, bright and intense, stare after the black Gauntlet Hellfire speeding off into the distance. Her Gauntlet Hellfire. 


The theft of her car however,  isn’t what most aggravates her in this moment; it's the theft of the duffle bag stashed in her trunk. It so happens that said duffle bag is stacked to the brim with money and valuables worth 12 million dollars - give or take. All the planning, all the effort she’s put into that bank heist... just gone in a flash while she's quite literally left in the dust.

Solomon Davies is the man responsible for this - her beloved partner in crime. A loose cannon at times, but smart, cunning, brutal, and wildly handsome all the same. He is exactly the kind of man that someone like 'Bloody' Mary Wright adores. Simultaneously, she has always known to handle him with caution, and yet... Somewhere along the line, she seems to have let her guard down just an inch too far.
Now he plans to slander her name, write her off as a traitor to the rest of their crew, and keep most of the money to himself, if not all of it. She knows this, because mere moments earlier he'd told her so himself, in the typical ‘Villain monologue’ fashion.

 


She is going to eviscerate him.
 

 

"You dickless fucking weasel! To hell with you!"


She shouts the insult at the top of her lungs and lets out a furious scream for good measure. Her partner is of course long gone, her expression of rage is in vain and she knows it, but it feels good anyway. Helps her calm down.

With a long angry sigh and shaky fingers, she pulls out a small wad of cash from the breast pocket of her blazer. A consolation prize Solomon so kindly awarded her before kicking her out of her own vehicle at gunpoint. She does a quick count, coming up to 7 000 dollars. Seven measly K out of 12 million. The bills crumple as she clenches her fist. A few deep breaths and muttered swears later, she relaxes her grip and stuffs the cash back into her pocket.

'Easy now... he'll get his comeuppance. Right now, you gotta get outta this goddamned heat and regroup.'

 

Looking around, she tries to gauge where exactly she is. She must be somewhere past Blaine County, which should mean that the city of Los Santos is somewhere up ahead along the freeway. Surrounded by desert rock and sand, she begins her trek towards civilization. The heat is suffocating, and - out of all the days to be wearing heels...

Further down the road, a trucker rolls by and takes pity on her. Overheated and aggravated as she is, Mary still manages to charm the man enough to go a little off route. He drives her past a gas station where she buys a new phone, before dropping her off by a diner next to some car rental place called CityBee. After refreshing herself the best she can and having a bite to eat, she has a little chat with the waitress, posing as a tourist. Which she supposes she technically is.
 

"The pier, that's a place where people like to hang out, do some fishing. I'd be careful though, gangs like to hang around there too."
 

With a brilliant smile and a sweet ‘thank you kindly’, she pays the waitress for her meal and leaves the diner.


Fishing, now that doesn't concern her much, despite doing her fair share of it growing up. Gangs, however… See, she knows she’ll have to make some new connections, quickly. Knowing her partner, ditching her must be something that Solomon has planned for a long time. It’s unlikely that he’ll leave any bridges for her to cross when it comes to their little family and various affiliations. At least he didn’t have it in him to finish the job and actually kill her. Stupid bastard.

 

At the rental place, all they can offer her is an obnoxiously bright yellow Faggio. Not exactly the classiest or fastest method of transportation. Mary can't help but curl her lip in contempt just looking at the thing, but beggars can't be choosers and so she makes her way to Del Perro Pier at turtle's speed.

The sun is almost down by the time she gets there. She is mildly surprised at the amount of people who seem to be there just to fish. Not really something she'd expect of city folk. She strolls around, pretending to be interested in the scenery when in actuality, she's seeking out somebody who may be worth her time.

A friendly man eventually gifts her a spare fishing rod and allows her to join him and his friends in their cute little fishing and chatting session. She entertains their small talk for a while, listening attentively and offering up some innocent enough questions about the city and how it operates. All she reveals about herself is that her partner - implying it was a romantic relationship - pushed her out of a moving car and subsequently left her for dead. While true, it’s a decent sob story.

Some time later into the evening, she strikes gold. Charlie Bankshot. Hearing Mary's story prompts this lovely stranger to introduce her to Jacqueline Drakk; Salvation High Command. Both women seem immediately sympathetic towards her dire situation and offer to help her out. They tell her about their organization, seeming to relate their brand of vigilante justice to the injustice Mary has faced with Solomon.
Mary doesn't mind the conversation. She agrees, listens, and agrees some more. She’s comfortable enough to tell them about the money in her trunk and some of her criminal activities, but keeps much of it under wraps. Need to feel people out before you go telling them all about your darkest deepest business practices, after all.


How or why they extend the offer of membership to her so quickly eludes her, but Mary is not one to bail on an opportunity when in need. So she accepts to join them.


Come morning, she is set up with a new car - courtesy of Miss Charlie - and some extra cash to keep her afloat. They take her to a fancy apartment complex called Eclipse Towers where she receives more information about Salvation, what they wish to accomplish, and what will be required of her as part of their family. Well, as a "hangaround" they call it, until she can prove herself. Mary and the two charitable women are later joined by more members who she's introduced to, as well as some fella named Charles Pocket; another aspiring Salvation member.
 

As Mary sits there, all polite talk and polite smiles, she doesn't know where she's going with all this or where she will land. But there are a few things on her mind. Firstly, she does feel genuine gratitude towards Miss Charlie and Miss Jackie, which elicits some sense of loyalty from her. The rest is pure curiosity and promise of opportunity. Secondly, she adores the Salvation dress code and can't wait to get out of her old clothes.
 


Lastly, Solomon Davies has to die.

 

 

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Five days. It was the longest Jacqueline had been out of the city in months, a vacation on the heels of three attempts on her life in as many hours. By the time those who had threatened her were taking their final breaths, all of Salvation and some loyal allies were standing on the side of the road with quickly beating hearts and guns drawn. Only one was arrested- a woman who all of Salvation owed their life to a few times over at this point. She went willingly... she demanded it... but as the sound of sirens disappeared in the distance with their friend in the back, Jacqueline found her gaze drifting over those gathered with a shaky breath. 

Everyone had a breaking point. It seemed for Jacqueline Drakk, this was it. Five deaths in a single day, all brutal and fights hard won. Her hands were shaking as the world around her turned black and the congratulatory cheers from her brothers and sisters fell on deaf ears as she began to walk. It didn't matter where she was going: all she knew was that she couldn't be here

The next night, she packed a bag and disappeared without a word for nearly a week. 

 

 

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Thirty eight text messages. They pinged at her phone incessantly when she arrived back in town and Jacqueline fought the urge to throw her phone into the wall. 

Where are you?

Do you have any product for us?

Hey J, [REDACTED] wants to have a meeting. 

The same thing ad nauseum seemed to litter her inbox and she nearly stopped reading until three messages in particular caught her eye. Three different people, three friends, three requests for help with justice from Salvation. A brow quirked as she tapped out a quick response to the first and fifteen minutes later, the Penumbra was flying through Los Santos to meet an old friend. 

 

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[NEW ENTRY] 

Name: [REDACTED]

Last Seen: Unknown

Vehicles: [REDACTED] BF400 with Unk LP

Home: Eclipse Apts, Unk # 

 

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The first new target was the easiest. After all- she knew him well. They already had a starting point and then some. The second and third, however, were not quite so simple. With her meeting finished, Jacqueline began to send out some messages to the people she trusted the most to keep her secrets. First order of business? Find a name. 

 

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[NEW ENTRY] 

Name: [REDACTED], Badge # [REDACTED]

Last Seen: Unknown

Vehicles: Unknown

Home: Unknown

 

It wasn't much but it was enough. More messages were sent to confirm the name before action was taken as Jacqueline opened a third, equally sparse file. 

 

[NEW ENTRY] 

Name: [REDACTED], Badge # Unk

Last Seen: Unknown

Vehicles: Unknown

Home: Unknown

 

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Simple notes stored on her phone in a password encrypted file transferred to her computer the next time she was home. It felt agonizingly slow, the pace at which Salvation moved, but as she crawled into bed that night with the memories of all they'd managed to do since they brought down Messiah she reminded herself it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Slow meant careful. Slow meant well thought out. Slow meant they continued to work in the shadows, with no soul suspecting a thing, and the continued success of their goals. 

If she could manage to keep herself from insanity, it would all be worth it. 

 

 

 

 

 

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                         All About the Money 

 

Donnie woke from a slumber with a smile on his face. Now with a lady and a family by his side, no matter what it seemed. He had recently been promoted to head of drugs through the simple fact of him owning a personal lab consisting of 29 weed tables and the know how to run it. Spearheading this role head on he poured all himself and his time into bringing Salvation above water for the first time in a while.

 

 From the moment he woke to the second he laid his head down all he could think about was the numbers: the reimbursements, the gross, the profit, the pay outs... all on him in such little time. It became all he could think about because the drug money seemed to be the only thing keeping them afloat. Hours and days were spent slaving away just to keep his family members' bellies and out of prison with their cars out of impound. Had it not been for the angel that continues to aid him daily he would have gave in long ago. 

 

Weeks continue to pass as the production grew to numbers unheard of for families as small as Salvation. The Ballas took notice and began to help and assist Salvation as long as they continued to provide the the same numbers. Over this same span of time Salvation's leadership had seen a major restructure twice leaving fractures amongst the old and the new. Some lost in the past, others too hellbent on the future and what it holds with Donnie and his lady stuck in the middle. 

 

Donnie was ashamed, almost embarrassed just to look at her for he knew why she joined and this was not it. Doing what he knows best, Donnie buried himself back into the drugs continuing to crank out enough product to keep Salvation alive. Soon money plagued his mind because they all needed it and he was tired of him and his newlywed wife handing out hundreds of thousands of dollars of their own hard earned money to  family members just so they could function but they were family so Donnie continued to provide. 

 

After awaking Donnie was instructed to head over to NOOSE headquarters for a meeting with an organization called LNF. In a hurry, Donnie got dressed and was soon at the garage of Eclipse towers where he passed their current leader. With quick wave at Messiah and a knot in his stomach, Donnie was off to the meeting. 

 

Upon arrival he was caught up to speed on what had occurred and why their leader was no longer at  the meeting. What seemed like seconds after the conversation had stopped a cry that sent shivers down donnie's spine was heard over the radio.

 

 "He shot them" followed by words drowned by tears. The only information available was headquarters. Donnie was the first one to arrive followed by the LNF members they had just met with. Rushing up to the floor he waited for the others. A plan was devised and they entered only to be greeted with a gun in their faces. Messiah had gone AWOL and shot and killed a member of high command while another had taken their own life. Ladybird was sitting in the corner crying her eyes out for she had seen it all. 

 

"Why?" Donnie asked as he pointed his .50 at Messiah to buy time until Chase arrived. 

 

"All you cared about was the money," was the only response Donnie was given before Messiah opened fire and was met with a firing squad. Injured and bleeding out quickly it seemed as though there was still no rational thoughts running through Messiah's head as he spit on Chase before repeating what he said to Donnie, " All you cared about was the money." 

 

Chase pulled the trigger one last time and Messiah was gone.With tears in his eyes donnie scrubbed himself of his brothers blood in the upstairs bathroom while staring at himself in the mirror. He sparked one of Dallas's cigarettes that T had retrieved from his corpse. "The family was already fractured enough, what would come of them now" he thought. 

 

 The leader of LNF spoke up getting everyone in order and ready to leave. As everyone filed out the door Donnie grabbed a bottle of vodka from the nightstand, taking a swig while pouring the rest out onto the bed, he took one final drag of the cigarette as he flicked it on top watching the bed burst into flames before leaving hastily. As the night came to a end, everyone was tired and emotionally raw.

 

 Wanting nothing more than a shower and a pillow for his head Donnie and his wife headed home. As they laid there discussing all that had transpired he knew so much more was going to be expected of them now. As he closed his eyes Donnie couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring

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"A Whole New World"

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The day was sunny, bright and kind of obnoxious. 

 

No, the obnoxious came from a very particular hairless man. Magnus "Yeti" Thorson was fishing - I know, what a shock - on the Del Perro Pier. Minding his own business, some tunes on blast from his car, not 5 feet away, from Funk to Drum n Bass, Blue Grass to Soul, Hip Hop to Classical... The day was too good to not stare out aimlessly at the surroundings. The day was quiet for the most part, besides a disgruntled bald man he dubbed "Mr. Clean" walking suspiciously from car to car in hopes someone may have left it unlocked. Yet low and behold, the rustling of a lockpick was heard a few feet away from where he was fishing. With the crank of his head, Magnus sets his fishing rod down, turns around and goes to confront this interesting fellow.

"I'm gonna need you to step away from that car, bud..." A stern yet intimidating tone barks from the chest of the man, ready to throw hands. His hand curled into a fist. Red forming in his vision, his car is his identity. That Komoda has been in his possession for his time in the city, it was a safe place... No one besides those he trusted can sit in that drivers seat. The anger, of the audacity this man had to openly try to steal his car had got Magnus in a tight knit fit of rage. Keeping his cool, his voice still calm, but the ideas in his head were endless..

"I didn't do anything, I was just cleaning a smudge on your window.." The lies spewing from this man was utter and complete bullshit, as the lockpick he was using fell out of his hand and through the deck, the sound of it falling into the fresh water ocean below. "I wasn't trying to steal anything, I swear, I promise" The words just went through one ear and out the other for Magnus, he knew what was happening, plain as day. "I just need money, so I'll do what I need to." The dumb shit just keeps flowing from his lips, Magnus wasn't having it, he just wanted to fish.

The bald, naked "Mr. Clean" looking man ended up running off for a few minutes, at this point Magnus had already radioed in to his crew and let the other pier-goers in on what is going on, and who to look for. After a few interactions, Magnus noticed that he wasn't gonna let loose on his shenanigans... He also knew that this interesting feller; who sounded like he smoked a pack or two a day for 10+ years, was getting into different disputes with other people, crews and official citizens of San Andreas... From stealing cars, to causing disturbances, and to a disdain surprise... Shooting at a fellow member, and friend of the group.

 

"What'cha Gonna Do?"

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"There is a man on the pier, stealing cars and trying to start shit with people" [Redacted] let everyone on frequency know. "I think we should have a little talk with him." As a convoy of White and Black vehicles circling the Los Santos area for said "Mr. Clean", eventually he was spotted, handled and transported to a new spot. Blindfolded, and detained, he was seemingly scared for his life, or just high on something... Magnus couldn't really tell. But at this point a whole squad of people wearing White and Black were formed around this man, warning him that if he keeps doing what he does, it's not gonna look good. This was the first warning too. You'd think being abducted, stripped, and shaven would make you think differently... But that wasn't the case.

"We got another problem, our Bald menace has shot [Redacted], guess we gotta pay him another visit". It hasn't even been 24 hours and they're already out on the prowl again. From pier, to bank, to Hospitals... The whole crew was out and about, trying to find this guy, trying to figure out what was going on with him. Why he was doing what he was doing, and what in Odin's name could we do to make this guy see that he's gonna get himself killed. Before Magnus knew it, he was being instructed to scout, and keep watch. "I think they got 'em" the thought rung true in his head. This time he felt as though everything was going to be different, a whole new world, if you will. "What is gonna happen?" , "What'cha gonna do? There's so much possibility."


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Long story short, the man was let off with a few bruises, and a lot of fear induced. Hopefully that'll be good, but only time will tell.

 

 

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He had been taken to a secure location after being bound and blindfolded at the back of the pier with members of Salvation trickling in to see their newest target. A Mr. [REDACTED], spotted stealing cars and stabbing anyone who dared get in his way. 

 

“I gave him a nice, stern talking to,” Damien told her. 

 

“Wonderful,” Jacqueline smiled as she arrived to find Lykos, Trevor, Damien, Magnus, Hayden, and Donnie holding him at gunpoint. She bent down to inspect him, searching for any form of identification, before snapping photos of his face. 

 

“It’s my understanding my colleague has already spoken to you, Mr. [REDACTED],” she said quietly as she knelt before the helpless man. “I’ll leave you with his words but know this- if we are required to interfere with your actions again and you remain a menace, our next encounter will not be quite so pleasant.” 

 

“Or peaceful,” Lykos said with a set jaw. He was left where they had taken him with strict instructions to count to 140 as Salvation dipped out.

 

It wasn’t entirely surprising when Trevor called out on the radio the very next day. 

 

“[REDACTED] shot me. He SHOT me,” he seethed. What happened next could only be described as a man hunt. Hours upon hours of every available member perusing the streets. Their allies and eyes within Los Santos called in his location every few minutes, only to be gone by the time they arrived.

 

The sun had set when Esco called out. “I’ve got him. Behind the pier, where we took him the first time. He’s on his knees.” 

 

Everything moved quickly then. Before Jacqueline could even blink, all hands were on deck working to relocate [REDACTED] to a hidden location where they could continue to speak. 

 

 

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This isn’t right, Jacqueline thought as the damp, musty air of their surroundings were outweighed only by the sight of an admitted drug addict who couldn’t find help, the men around her nearly cackling with glee. Words and phrases hung thickly in the air and she felt as though she couldn’t breathe through all she was hearing after their hostage admitted his plight- 

 

Water boarding, so many toys to play with here, save me a kneecap… 

 

“Gretchen, come here,” Chase called, his voice felt like nails on a chalkboard because she couldn’t bring herself to tear her gaze away.

 

“No,” the response was curt. “You won’t like anything I have to say.” 

 

“I don’t care. Come here.” 

 

By the time she reached the top of the stairs, Jacqueline was shaking in quiet rage and she met his eyes. “What the fuck are you allowing to happen down there, Gojira? Those are YOUR men circling like rabid hyenas. This isn’t okay. He is broken, not evil, and there is a DIFFERENCE.” 

 

She turned and left before he even had a chance to respond. And as she called out on the radio she was going off frequency, she couldn’t help but feel as though this was the end of her time in Salvation. After all- she never wanted to hold any of them hostage to her own personal beliefs and opinions. They were free to do as they desired… just as she was free to walk away. 

 

 

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“They’re really upset, baby,” Donnie had whispered to her on the phone after she’d stormed out of [REDACTED] and returned home.  

 

“I don’t care,” she had nearly spat back into the phone. “That wasn’t fucking justice. That was rabid animals taking pleasure at the idea of hurting someone. Is that what this is? We track down those who we don’t agree with and hurt them just for the sake of inflicting pain? He stole some cars and shot at Trevor. How does THAT deserve what I heard them planning on doing down in that place?” 

 

“Chase put a stop to it,” Donnie sighed. She could hear the sounds of the operation continuing on the other end of the line and Jacqueline rested her forehead on the window. “They’re doing it differently now.” 

 

“Please tell them to come to our apartment when they’re done,” she hung up without lifting her head, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart. 

 

 

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“I have only one question,” Jacqueline spoke flatly, blue eyes that were swollen with tears drifting to every man sitting before her. “When you think justice, is what started happening tonight what you think of? There is no wrong answer. I ask only for honesty. If it is, that is your right and I have no desire to stop it… nor do I have any desire to participate in it.”

 

The tension was so thick it could have been cut with a knife but finally, Damien spoke. “It was frustrations boiling over. It wasn’t right. We all got caught up in the heat of the moment,” the others were nodding as he finished his sentence and she exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. 

 

“I understand,” her own deflated tone was evident even to her own ears. “We’ve all gotten angry before, we’re all guilty of it. I am not opposed to violence when necessary, I am not opposed to teaching harsh lessons but there has to be a plan in place. If we lose ourselves to the heat of the moment...” Jacqueline trailed off, remembering how Messiah had looked bleeding on the floor that fateful night. 

 

 

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It was such a simple thing, creating steps and defining serious crimes and nonserious crimes. Lists and plans and locations and actions to be taken by every member of Salvation regardless of the scenario and by the time all was said and done, they sat around the living room of the apartment hours later looking tired and worn but content. A ladder of escalation, a mark to be given to repeat offenders as a reminder they were being watched, and an agreement between all those gathered that night would never happen again. 

 

“Do you remember when the five of us were on the beach a few months ago and I said that moment would all feel like a distant memory?” Damien’s voice was tired and hard edged, the adrenaline from the night sounding eerily similar to her own.

 

She nodded quietly as a shiver ran up her spine, a visceral reaction to how far they had come. “You were right.” 

 

It was. Long gone done were the days of less than a handful of Salvation present in the city of Los Santos. Now, they were over two dozen strong and doing more than they could have ever possibly dreamed. Cars were being retrieved, chopped money was being returned when they were too late, and people were coming to them for help every hour of every day.

 

A moment where they nearly lost themselves to the shadows threatening to consume so many in Los Santos was left behind, the members of Salvation stepping forward once more to continue on … this time, with a better plan. 



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Urban Madine sighed again, sitting idly in the courthouse back home in Australia. She's had to be there almost every day for the last two weeks, only heading home to Los Santos over weekends when she was outright told that nothing would be happening with the case. She didn't want to be there, not really. She missed the excitement of the city and the rush that comes with her line of work, especially so when she talks her way out of impossible situations. She missed her family. But circumstances forced her to be there.

She took her phone, deciding to scroll through LifeInvader. She smiled slightly when she saw that Reina Morraine had accepted her friend request, knowing it was a small step closer to getting to know the woman and possibly making her an ally. She typed out a short post on Reina's seemingly inactive profile, asking when they'll be doing the MD ride along that Urban has been waiting for.

After finding nothing else worth her attention on the social media app, she switched to scrolling through the government website, taking a glance at the SADOC's Discharges and Suspensions page. Her face immediately lit up, seeing two names on the discharge list: Louise Hoffman and Wes McLoughlin. Instantly plans started forming in her mind.

Louise was a longtime friend of Urban's. They were best friends when they both worked at the DOC and were constantly competing with each other for promotions and praise. If she left the DOC then it would give Urban an opportunity to recruit the woman. She was a good person and would be able to assist the family, her experience being a good asset. Urban would extend the offer to her and, if she declined and decided to join PD or SD, then she would soon see how restrictive it is and possibly come back to accept the offer. that's what Urban was hoping, at least.

Then came the matter of Wes McLoughlin. He was one of the few people in the city that Urban truly hated. She despised how he treated inmates, acting like they were below him and subhuman while he acted like a cruel god. An inmate could be in the kitchen with permission and Wes would go beat the inmate since he didn't like them being in there. He would pull out his guns whenever he got the chance and would shoot without thinking of the inmate's life. He had no control and was a bigger monster than most criminals.

Wes was the reason why Urban got fired and why she jumped at the chance to join Salvation. He's the one that turned her life upside down and ripped away from the thing she cared about most in the city, forcing her to cut ties with people she considered family.

Wes McLoughlin had to die.

Urban has been plotting his assassination since she was forced from her home thanks to him. If she was being honest with herself, possibly even before that. He was always a difficult target though, due to his position as Assistant Warden at the DOC. But now he has no safety net. No more hiding behind the gates at the DOC, no more kevlar, no more pulling heavies out on anyone he thought was a threat. Sure he had .50s, but they meant nothing when people could come at him with shotguns, AK's, and micros.

He was vulnerable.

Urban smiled to herself, making a mental list of all the people she could recruit to hunt him down. She smiled when she thought of the look he would have on his face when he sees her pointing a gun at his head. She smiled when she thought about how he would have to accept that he had lost and she had won. She smiled, thinking of the satisfaction she would feel when she watches the light fade from his eyes as she kills him. 

She smiled, knowing she could kill him now. And she was more than ready for it.

 

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Every Rose(dale) Has Its Thorn

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He was back. Nobody expected it, nobody wanted it. "Chase, I wanted to apologize, I changed and I hope one day we can get back to the level we used to be."

In all my years, I have never heard more lies come from one man's mouth than [REDACTED] had spewed in the time I knew him. Everyone's guard was up, and the target was painted on his back with a prize on the bullseye. Research was conducted for weeks, words filing in from friends, family, and those who he effected giving us even more ammunition to take him out.

 

"Chase, I need to talk to you real quick if you don't mind?" Any time those words come out from a female, it means trouble. "Do you know a Joseph Rosedale? The guy over there with the white hair?" I nodded softly and simply asked the question of.. "Why do you ask?"

"He has been trying to get with me for a while, and he's been talking shit about you, and about Salvation as a whole, how he could take you on 8 to 1 without a scrape." Her words like fingernails on a chalkboard.. Chase knew this had to end tonight.... "Full Check."

Late in the night and numbers low, only a select few replied, but were all ready and willing to assist in any way possible.

A place was set, people showed up, and a plan was set. Now, we play the waiting game.

 

[REDACTED] was the key, and she accepted, the words "Nothing will come back to you, I give you my word" etched into her mind. An open phone line was the key to being ready, and before long, he was in their grasp.

[REDACTED] took the lead by my side, knowing well that the promise I made to her that I would not let Salvation turn into just another street gang could compromise if she let my leash loose on him. She took the brunt of the talking while I took control of the ladies, making sure their phones were off and their mouth stays shut.

 

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Deliberations continued and Chase alongside his family made the decision that words were not going to cut it tonight. Salvation members almost simultaneously looked over at [REDACTED]'s truck and smirked at each other. Without any hesitation, he was knocked out, three of them were in the truck and on their way to a location with a blindfolded, hogtied, duct taped man who had no idea where he was going.

 

"No music in this thing? Come on now, give me something, classical." The mood being set while some Jimi Hendrix flows through the speakers, we reached the peak of Mount Chiliad.

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As the male regained his bearings, the message had seemed to be received, And the words "Do not make us talk to you again, or next time you'll be seen in a body-bag and a casket."

Only the mark of an object piercing both sides of his hand would remain on {REDACTED]'s body, but that is all that was needed to make sure this was the last time he used the word Salvation with any negative connotations. 

This, is what Salvation did best, and this was only the start.

 

 

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A NEW BEGINNING


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It was one of the longest flights of my life, what seemed like a 7 hour flight to Los Santos was going to change my life. As soon as I landed and headed straight for the DMV to get myself a Driver’s License and passed it on the first try I decided to get a job. The first job that caught my eyes was bus driving. I had seen tons of buses on the roads in the city and said that this had to be a very popular job. I headed straight to the nearest Bus depot and passed my interview and got the job, and took a long awaited sleep before my first day on the job.

After a few days of being a bus driver, I was told that driving in Paleto passes more than driving in the city so I got a taxi and headed up to Paleto. The driver was super friendly, he said that he gets lots of people heading to Paleto due to the amount of jobs up there. After a 45 minute drive and a hefty fee we finally made it there, The Town of Jobs, there was farming, fishing, bus driving and even a corner. I went with what I knew best and had the most experience in Busing. I was busing day in and day out starting to make some cash. I headed to a nearby clothes shop and decided to buy some new clothes.
 

Hot Wheels

 

After saving up for a few weeks i was finally able to by my first car, The most common Warrener, which i got a good deal on due to it coming with turbo already and upgraded the engine and changed the rim and gave her a nice paint job and she was ready to get me from point A to point B. While waiting on the Paleto Bank to open to collect my salary I decided to take a picture of where I was at in life. As I was heading back to the bus depot to start my job someone drove past me in a green van and I was curious to see what it was. I was seeing a few of these green vans in Paleto. I managed to stop one and a local chicken and wheat farm where he said he was a farmer growing and delivering wheat to the local Cluckin' Bell Factory. They said that the pay was way more than busing but was more labor work, but I'm always ready to get my hands dirty. So I went up to my boss and explained to him that I wanted to further my experience and he understood and  I collected my last pay slip and headed straight for the farm. I grabbed my clothes and tractor and started farming.

 

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We got a job”

 

The farm was super hot after there was a shot out with someone stealing their farm van. So there were like 3 cops searching for this person. I made one friend there “Dez Sharpton”, who was very eager to do a store robbery. One night while I was farming Dez gave me a call, and he said “We got a job” and to meet him at the Route 68 gas station. He dropped off my last load, signed out and headed straight there.

When I got there I was greeted by 2 masked people who would be my partners in crime to this day. “Max Myer'' and “Issac Martinson”. Max began to say it was a quick and easy job, one person sticks up the teller while the rest grabs the cash 5 minutes the most in and out. Everything went smooth, we got our cut, exchanged numbers and we went our separate ways Max said he would contact us for another job.


 

Until We Bring Salvation

 

A few weeks had passed and Dez told me to meet him by eclipse tower for a little meeting with Max, I went there after work and the meeting commenced. Max began to explain to us that he was tired of how the police in the city run things and their not helping people, after being sentenced for something that happened a few weeks before the meeting. He told us that he wanted to start a gang called “Salvation” to save the city. I was fully immersed and it started a new beginning for Joshua Brathwaite in Salvation.

 

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Salvation: A Place for Reformation 

 

Christoph wasn’t proud of the person he was becoming. 

Becoming a murder and a thief was something he never wanted to do but that's what the gang life forced him to do. He knew that the path he was going down was not the path for him and would change him for the worse; he was going down a long and dark tunnel with no light on either side and he knew that at this point in his life he was lost.

He ultimately decided he had to leave the Goblins and search for a group of individuals who shared his morals and his mindset. Though he learned a lot from them and made many close friends and acquaintances, he knew he had to part ways and surround himself with people that he wanted to mirror and grow with. 

Jacqueline and Donnie Drakk were the first two people that popped into his mind. 

He had met both of them before he joined the Goblins but he knew that as he was evolving into a cold hearted killer, they both were growing into their best possible selves with Salvation. 

While being a Goblin there were instances where he came across individuals from Salvation in labs and at chops; for the most they were always neutral in gang terms but Christoph always had a special place for them as he knew that two of his close friends were in charge. He always felt that there were two types of criminals in the city: the murders and the vigilantes; he always loved the idea of becoming a vigilante. 

Giving Jackie a ring and setting up a meeting he asked if there was any way he could join their family as he knew that the people who were a part of Salvation want to rid the city of truly heartless individuals and transform the city into something that all walks of life could enjoy, though he knew because of his past that it probably wasn't going to happen. 

Christoph was not sure if they would accept him because of all the mistakes he made along the way which had led to this point but he was ultimately shocked when he was given the opportunity to become a “Recruit” and prove that he could join the family. 

Christoph knew that his new goal in the city was to prove to the family of Salvation that he would be a valuable asset to them as well as someone he’d hoped they would soon call family. Christoph saw some shine of light at the end of the tunnel.

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The Jesse Pinkman to his Walter White

Christoph always heard rumors in the Goblins that Donnie Drakk was the man to go to when it came to drugs and its manufacturing. Now that he was given the chance to join the Salvation family, he knew he had to prove his worth.


Drugs were something that he always took a liking to, not for the using but for the creating. Before he was kicked out of USLA Christoph was in the progress of getting his BA in Chemistry though he spent most of his time at the university lab making Adderall that he would sell to his peers to pay off his tuition. 


Adderall didn’t have as high of a demand in the city as it did at the university so he knew he had to learn how to make some of the more serious and addictive drugs found in the city. This was a tedious and dangerous road but Christoph was soon able to get a variety of individuals to teach him the art of drug production in the city and soon learned how to make all of the drugs you can find on the streets. He knew that his knowledge was powerful and could prove to be a valuable part of his contribution to Salvation.


Setting up a meeting with Donnie, he was able to express his interest in the drug and chemical world and how he wanted to be a part of that area in Salvation. Offering all of his knowledge and processes in production to Donnie displayed to him Christoph’s commitment to the craft and to the cause, he was given the opportunity to help in that area of the family and further prove his worth. It was time for him to put together some lesson plans...
 

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His Offer of Faith


Christoph now had a plan for his purpose but he still wasn't fully a part of the family quite yet. One of his biggest issues was his ability to “hang out.” He was always a very introverted person who loved to cook alone in a lab, mining oil while daydreaming, or mining for his ingredients solemnly. If he wasn’t doing something that he deemed as productive to make money then he felt that he was doing something wrong. He knew he had to change that mindset as being a part of a family means that money isn’t everything but being present and taking part in banter and socializing was also a big thing for all the family members. He knew he had to make an effort and that it would take time to accomplish this change of mindset, in the meantime he could make headway in other aspects. 


Christoph was always ready at a moment's notice when he was awake in the city. If anyone in the family needed a ride, he was there. If anyone needed help with a job, he was ready for anything. If there were meetings set up during the time that he was awake, he was present and attentive. He wanted to show Salvation that he was something that they could rely on and a person they can place their trust in. No matter how long it took, he was dedicated to prove this to the family.


One day Jackie gave him a call and had him meet her at Eden. When he arrived he noticed that there were Salvation cars already present in the parking area, when he got to the meeting spot he was met with a line of high command and members of Salvation. Christoph was always a very pessimistic person, he always assumed the worst and with that he figured that this meeting was where he was given the boot. Being told to stand in front of them all, he stood there with his head held up high and he thought back to everything he had gone through to get to that point, he thought back at his plan to make himself a valuable asset to Salvation and to put himself on the right path once again. He thought back to the dark tunnel and the light that he was getting closer and closer too. He didn’t know what Salvation was going to do but he knew that whatever it was that was decided, he knew that he was actually happy. Spending time with the members of Salvation gave him purpose and meaning back into his life; he hadn't remembered the last time he had some much fun with a group of like minded people that all wanted the best for the people around him. He saw how much support and love they put into one another and could only hope that if he was given the boot maybe they would still allow him to be an acquaintance. 

 

They each told him something that they noticed about him while trialing for becoming a part of the family. They told him that they were impressed with the effort he was putting in and how much participation and attention he was putting forward. Christoph couldn’t believe he was hearing but he stayed silent and nodded at their comments. Jackie spoke up after a long time of silence and told him that they would like to offer him a promotion into the “Grunt” position; an offer into the family. Christoph accepted it with so much excitement and joy. He reached the end of his dark tunnel, he finally made it into the light at the end, and his family was there to meet him. All dressed in white, all ready to take the city by storm. 

 

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Hard Work Does Pay Off

Things had been looking up for Joshua, after a long vacation in Barbados, he started to finally get back on track with his life. The first thing on this list was to buy a brand new car a Sultan RS. Joshua was really set to buy this car after test driving his buddy T's Sultan. He saved up his bitcoin and made the purchase. He then had 3 cars and a bike. He decided he need to sell his old car a Schafter LWB. This was his second car after selling his Warrener. He had grinded out for months and it was fully MAXED. Looking for a buyer was kind of hard for him no one was looking for one, and the Weazel News authors were taking forever to respond to his request, and waiting on them he was just losing time and time is money, so he parked it up in his garage and started back his hunt grind. The animals were coming in like crazy every run he would bring home 4 bags full of meat making money ranging between 30-35k, he was very happy. After about 1 and a half weeks of hunting and just saving up his paycheques he was able to fully MAX his Sultan RS and making it Salvation's color. 

 

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The day came where he was determined to sell his Schafter LWB. He checked up on the radio to see who was available to help him on his quest. Maverick a mercenary in Salvation was more than happy to help, so he told him to meet him at Paleto Bus Station where he had the car. Shortly after Maverick came and was ready to help. They decided to put it up for sale at one of the Low-End Car Market he was only selling it for 40k, so he gave Maverick the keys and told him the last one there has to pay the market bill and the race was on.
Obviously, Joshua got there first due to his Sultan RS top speed of 220mph and the Schafter LWB only being 180 sometimes 190mph. The bill was paid and the hard part was over. On their way out they saw a car of 3 people just turning in so they decided to turn around and advertise. Joshua began to talk to the man looking at the car and told him he just put his car up for sale for 40k but was willing to negotiate, they took a walk over and the man began to inspect the car. He really liked it and gave him an offer of 35k, Joshua could not let that go so he said "ITS A DEAL!!".

The man said he had to go to the bank to get the money and he would be back, so Joshua and Maverick waited patiently for the man's return very happy with a big smile on his face. He returned and bought the car and wish the people farewell, he was really going to miss his car for this was one of his first and greatest investments but it's better for the car to be used than being in a garage. While driving past his old car slowly a tear came to his eye. He drop of Maverick at City Parking and thanked him for his help, and decided it was time to take a little nap. After seeing all the money he had saved us and the car sale money his last words before dozing of the sleep was "hard work does pay off", closed his eyes and went peacefully to sleep.

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“You don’t just give up. You don’t just let things happen. You make a stand! You say no! You have the guts to do what’s right, even when everyone else just runs away.” 

As Ryac comes back into the city after being away for a long time, he looks at his phone to check any new messages and for the new radio freq. He types the new freq into his radio and calls out, alerting others to his presence. “Can you come to…” Jackie asks. “I just called a taxi” I replied. Donnie calls out “I'll come and pick you up”. 

As Donnie pulls up and I enter the car, we crack a few jokes and converse about what's new As we approach ….. My gut fills with intense anxiety as if he knew what was approaching. 

He walks upstairs into the HQ and sits on the chair next to Jackie as a bottle of tequila is offered to him. He takes it as he cracks a joke about being in AA to try and lighten the mood. 

As Jackie starts to explain what could be described as a sombre and deeply sad beginning of a chapter that will be known as Salvations rebirth, again. 

The announcement is made that multiple members have decided to step away from Salvation and chose a different direction, it was brief, it was straight and it was heart wrenching. No one wanted to discuss it as much as needed. We hug it out, say our goodbyes and drink a last drink to signify the end to a long standing partnership with these people. 

As the final hugs are passed and the final shot is taken, those remaining watch as they leave the apartment. 

Those who are remaining in salvation discuss suggestions on how to proceed in the future, for the rebirth of salvation. We will begin again. Tasks are handed out, small enough to allow time to process the leaving of the members. 

As I head out to begin my task, we remember those who left are not gone, they are merely seeds. 

“Everything’s got to end sometime. Otherwise nothing would ever get started.” 
 

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Goodbye old friends, Hello new oppertunities.

As don wakes up he sees a text from HC telling him to come to (REDACTED)   and with feeling of happyness to see family again he goes to the place.
What he finds there in the room were partying people drinking alcohol and some sad faces. Don is really confused and does not know what the hell is going on and sits down as Jackie starts to speak to him.

Jackie: "Sadly a couple of our friends are leaving"

Don's heart drops in his shoes seeing Damien sitting down giving Don a wink, Urban emtying a bottle in one go, and other sad faces.
He was really confused not grasping what happend in the time Don was on vacation for 2 weeks.
After explaining to Don what the issues were, he completely understood their point and told them to keep their heads up for the world they are about to explore.

Don feels sad that his family is leaving but.... still sees oppertunity for personal growth within this family, seeing an HC spot opening up only made him more determent to put is 120% to be able to climb up the ladder.

After saying goodbye, Don and Ryac go on a hunting trip to clear their minds with, ofcourse, Ryac falling of a mountain. 😑 

Don will never forget what the people who left did for him and he will put in all energy to get salvation to the point he and others expect it to be.

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Family...
It is such a meaningfull word in my life.
Growing up in a maffia-family being steamed ready for leadership within the Russo family was a feeling not many people got to feel.
This was one of the most powerful word in the Maffia circle where respect and companionship was no1 priority,
yet in the city it seems the word had died out over the course of several gangs betraying eachother and members betraying eachother.

This...this group of friends, is what the old Russo family was for me.
It's not a replacement for my own bloodline but after the betrayal of my right hand man who was leading the Russo family with me, this is definetly the best fit for me.
This is my way of making things right for all the things i did as the Head of a Maffia.

This is how I will pay my debt of what i did to the people and to repay my greed and bloodlust i've felt being in such a powerfull position.

It has been hard for me to follow commands since i've been my own boss ever since pappa got imprissoned and i had to take over.
But i'm getting used to it, the fact that these people are, even though we had a huge setback, are still so determent and passionate about this family makes me wonder what i could've done different in my old crimefamily to avoid getting backstabbed

This family has thought me more about life than Pappa ever did, yes he did teach me how to steal cars get bussineses going and get my guntrades up and running, but these people are not in it for the money.
This feels so strange and i'm still getting used to having different motives...but...it feels good....i feel like i've payed of part of my debt to life.

Is this what the name means? "Salvation"... is that what i'm gonna find here,, is this my redemption, my paying for my sins.
If so, these people are the people that will be able to help me clear my consience.

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The Beginning Of 

          It was about 3 Months into Lykos Smiths new welcome into a big city. He hadn't Made much of a name for himself, but he knew he was meant for bigger and better things. In this time, He managed to get himself a Simple Point A to point B car to and from work and he was working the wheat farms most of his days barely scraping by with what he had, it was hard labor but he did what he needed too. 

           Lykos would often drive up and down route 68 on his days off, with the radio blasting and the windows down, a simple life it was. After a while things became.... boring, he couldn’t handle the everyday same routine he had gotten himself in and didn’t know how to stop it.  

          It was a late night inside the city of Los Santos, Lykos was at the local mechanic shop just getting a simple oil change when before he would know it, his life would change forever. Ready to give up, leave town, and drive until there was no road, Lykos got in his car and sat contemplating his decision with his head down, but when he looked up there was a man in a Luxurious white car who looked rebellious yet humble, or better yet just respected. This man was Trevor Rider, a man who would later guide Lykos. He was friendly with everyone he had seen at the mechanic shop and just had a general understanding of the city. This was the type of person Lykos needed, to find his way. Making his way out of his car he walked back up to the front of the shop approaching Trevor and complimenting his car, “Damn man this car is dope!”, Lykos said before Trevor replied with “Thanks want to go for a ride in it?”, without hesitation he got in. They took a long drive around town chatting, trying to get to know each other, they would laugh and jam music together while speeding through the city getting a feeling of thrill. This was the first of that Lykos has seen, and he liked it. 

          The next morning Lykos would wake up and head down to the pier to do some fishing, when he arrived he again saw non other then Trevor Rider. Lykos would approach him and strike conversation, “Hey Trevor last night was awesome, if you are free today we should link back up.”, Lykos said, “Get in man, I want you to meet some friends of mine”, Trevor replied. Lykos would end up getting in the car and going on another drive with him, Trevor began to explain that he was part of a skilled organization that was open to new recruitment at the time, he talked about the vigilante work they would do, whether it was stopping crime in the act or proactively protecting a client. They are the hero's of this city, they are Salvation. Lykos Liked this idea especially because they had friends, they had groups of people all over the city that appreciated them for their humble work and would have their backs at any moment. 

          Once they arrived Trevor would introduce Lykos to non other then high command member Jackie Drakk and Donnie Drakk. Although it wasn’t the most professional meeting, as they met them getting of their boat after a day out on the water, it showed Lykos that aside from their work they are real people and they could still enjoy their lives. They would all talk for a short period as Trevor was slowly but surely get Lykos a feel of his people and who they are. 

          Lykos and Trevor continued driving together that day enjoying the sunny and 75 weather until Trevor would get a signal over radio that it was time for a job. Trevor would quickly look over to Lykos and say “Are you in for a job?”, Lykos nodded, “Lets do it.”. They would gear up and head out, after about an hour it was time to go, Trevor drove the to a spot where Lykos would them meet the man of it all, the leader of the pack, Chase Allen the leader of Salvation. Chase would be a little standoffish with Lykos at first not know who he really is but at least could allow because he trusted Trevor's instincts.  They would all ride together and work for about another hour getting the job done, without a flaw, perfect. Trevor and Chase both liked what they saw out of Lykos and knew he was a fit, They then would both go their separate way with Trevor taking Lykos back to the pier after a long day. It was late and they were just about to part ways on the pier when Trevor would say “Everyone and I liked what we saw today, we like your attitude and your style.” Lykos would acknolegde it and nod, “ So I Just have one question, Would you Like to be a part of Salvation?”, Without thinking about his answer after spending a lot of time with Trevor he nodded “ Of course”.  

This Would Be the Beginning Of Lykos Smith. 

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What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. 

 

She sat in the middle of the HQ office with legs crossed and residual tears running down her cheeks. The empty apartment that not two hours ago had held the sounds of raucous celebration to mask the sadness that came with goodbyes seemed haunted, somehow, and Jacqueline found herself repeating the same words in her head all members of High Command had uttered as four of their family decided to part ways. 

 

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. You were family the moment you were brought in; you will remain family regardless of what colors you wear.

Salvation isn't going anywhere. We've come too far, we've fought too hard to give up now. If you need us... call us. We love you."

 

 

Jacqueline's gaze lifted to the computer. It was the center of all that they were going to accomplish. It had required weeks of research to set up, to ensure that any idle prying eyes would not see what they were not meant to see. Logins, audit tracking, hidden folders, protocols and processes and names and photos and restricted access to lower ranks and cameras set up to keep their members in check... 

 

"I don't want to see any of you go. But this town is such a shithole, everyone deserves their chance at happiness.

Go out and find it. We'll be your most vocal supporters every step of the way." 

 

 

Their keys had been taken before they left for the final time. Empty liquor bottles littered the living room floor.

 

It was time to rebuild. She pulled herself off the office floor and walked over to the computer, logging in to the administrator profile and navigating to the system settings as she rapidly blinked tears out of her eyes. 

 

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"Gretchen, you're going to be getting a phone call," T's voice rang out the next day over the radio. Seconds later, Jacqueline's phone came to life and she tapped on the screen to answer. 

"Hi Jackie, this is [REDACTED]. Trevor gave me your number. I'm a part of The Underground and I was hoping to talk to you about [REDACTED]. I know what you all stand for and I think we could work well together..." 

Her brow quirked. She'd heard of them, of course, given it had been started by one of their good friends, but on the heels of grieving for those that had chosen another path, it was somehow unexpected. "Of course," Jacqueline rolled up the windows of the Penumbra as she watched the woman they'd been called to the pier to protect stand by several of their boys. "Text me his name and we'll open a file on him to do some recon. I'm sure we can work together and come up with a plan to eliminate the problem." 

There was some small talk and civilities afterwards but she was hardly paying attention. Her gaze was locked on [REDACTED], a woman who had called them in a panic because of her stalker and who was surrounded by five of their best in case he came back. It was when the other end of the line said they wanted to be the one to finish him off that she snapped back to focus. 

A pause was their response before finally she uttered, "I don't see how that will be an issue.  We'll be in touch, yes?" She hung up after they agreed and sank back into her seat. 

 

 

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For a long while, she sat in the car and watched those who had decided to stay. They were the new foundation of Salvation. They were the men who had stuck by them through all the changes, all the lows, all the complications and differences and had took on the challenge she'd posed them the day everyone left with a smile. 

 

"We have an opportunity to rebuild. What Salvation is doing is something that has never been done before. We don't have our pathway paved like so many organizations in the city... we're doing it differently. We aren't trying to be the biggest, the baddest, the ones engaged in shoot outs every day. We are trying to protect the innocent. It hasn't always been easy. It won't get easier overnight with all that we have lost. But if you're willing... if you truly believe in what we are trying to do, you have the opportunity now to help us make Salvation better than it ever has been before. Are you up to it?" 

 

There was no hesitation in their responses. They joined Salvation because it was different and they were staying because it was different. And as she sat there in the light of the setting sun, watching them joke around and lighten the mood of a woman who had not only reached out to them for help but who would join their ranks the very next day, Jacqueline smiled for the first time since she'd been called to HQ for a devastating meeting. 

 

Salvation wasn't over by a longshot. 

 

 

 

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