Salvation

[Shining0103]

Congratulations on official 

[QuirkyMayhem]

Congrats !!!! 

[clickclack]

Congratulations! keep it up guys. 

[titos]

congrats guys!

[Stew Walker]

Congrats boys 

[Luciifero]

Happy for you guys. 

[Mike Bradey]

Congrats on becoming offical guys ! Best of luck and cant wait to RP with ye.

[Salman Shiesty]

Damn, i remember wanting to join you guys in the beginning - glad you made it to official status! Good luck from now on and i hope u guys get bigger and bigger!

[MrSplashy]

Congratulations!

[RyacDex]

Days Gone By

 

The days gone by have been nothing short of a wild, panic filled & stress fueled hot pile of mess. But it was surrounded by family. Ryac went through alot, they all did. the whole of salvation. Tire marks left by the tens of vehicles that flooded the city in the previous days. Blood from the wounds that became scars which enable us to remember the many things that happened. 

 

Some will call this day the closest day we have had to an all out war with the *****.  They are the one of the purist forms of what we hate, what we want to stop. This time a boiling point was reached with one of our own. [REDACTED] had enough of [REDACTED]'s shit. Guns were drawn and chases had been ran. But in the end we protected [REDACTED] and we pulled her out of the shit. She was safe. In the attempt to hunt down [REDACTED] Ryac and [REDACTED] drove around the city, only to be followed a vehicle that in the end resulted in Ryac being kidnapped and abused for two hours straight. After countless beatings and ride arounds, finally.. They crashed. Ryac still locked in the back and all he could here was demands for the [REDACTED] to get out of the car and into another. Finally, the family was here. Donnie came over and said... "Don't worry Ryac, we will get you out of there.. I just need to get lockpicks, il be back." Donnie left, Ryac unsure when he will finally leave this trunk.

 

[Jayyy]

congrats on official guys, always good interactions!

[risk]

 

No one prepares you for success. What it looks like, what it feels like, what comes next... 

 

 

"Welcome to the inner circle," he'd said.

What did that even mean?

 

They were given a task suited to their organizational strengths yet it was still somehow Mission Impossible. How does one chase a shadow? Where does one begin creating a file on the man who didn't exist? 

 

More demands were given with promises of reward were Salvation able to complete their tasks to the masked men's satisfaction. It was a vague whirlwind not unlike their brief encounter at Kortz Center. Despite being on their own home ground, the existence of two men in masks whose names were never to be spoken kept them on their toes and their attention forward where it belonged. And just as before, it was over before it even began. 

 

 

Jacqueline stood there as the men drove away, equally giddy and terrified as to where Salvation went from there. She'd been placed as High Command before she'd been even close to ready and had undergone trial by fire to earn the respect of not only those who knew far more than she but most of the other organizations in the city. From the Toll Booths to the Department of Corrections to the right hand of one of the city's first vigilante organizations, Jacqueline had clawed her way to understanding of how the criminal world in Los Santos functioned but this was entirely new territory. 

 

"Now what?" she asked those surrounding her as the rest of the organization was told to stand down from their positions and file into HQ. 

 

No one seemed to have an answer. After months of bleeding for an organization that so often felt like it was dying, it was almost surreal to be where they were in that moment. She felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth as the men and women of Salvation trickled in, chattering excitedly and speculating on who the men were. They'd not know everything yet. They'd not know everything for quite some time. Only Command held the full weight of the truth upon their shoulders as those dressed in white lined up and Chase began to speak. 

 

 

When he was finished, Jacqueline stepped forward. "I'd like all the Specialists to meet me at Vigilante HQ, please," her voice was steady despite her heart thumping violently against her ribcage. "We have a new target and we'll need to discuss procedures and protocol. This will take precedence over any and all operations in the foreseeable future." 

 

They'd been noticed and invited into some inner circle most of them knew nothing about. Now it was time to show those who had been watching them they claimed to be the best at what they did for a reason. 

Edited October 8, 2021 by Jacqueline Drakk

[Massa T]

Legit can't be more happier than for this group right here, hard fucking work pays off now doesn't it??? Good job and best of luck to you guys Really can't wait to see this shit play out Officially now.  

[Nivek]

I don't fly in to the city nearly as often as I used to, so I haven't really been keeping up with all of the city politics and what not, but DAMN am I glad to see that Salvation got official. Good work to the strong ladies and gentlemen of Salvation. And to the haters old and new. Must sting to see that "fishing gang" being recognized as official!

[Ultra3D]

Josh’s story - Continued

Chapter 1 - Long Past


Through the past few years I have been through many generations of gangs, groups, and families. Seen the city get burnt down and built back up. I have seen the way we do things change in minor and major ways. Everyday I adjust to a new thing and everyday something new changes.


I have told my past plenty of times, so I'm going to keep it short and to the point. From my start in the front yard Ballas, I found that I was good at what I do. I was capable of being the person Ballas wanted and needed me to be. I quickly went through the ranks before becoming a member of command. I help lead the Ballas through its ups and down before finally being taken off life support.

Memories:
1 2 3 

 

After the Ballas fell, myself and a few others decided to form Crimson Syndicate with other Ballas who still had fight left in them. Sadly, I learned quickly that when a group fails once you should not bring the same leaders to the new group. Backstab after backstab and seeing all the work I put into the group get handed to someone else while slowly being pushed away hurt me. After hearing “Don’t give Josh the freq” while on the freq was the final straw.
 

 

Memories:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

       
The next section of my life was with the start of FSO. It was a quick section as the same people who push me away after all the work I did failed and jumped ship to this group. Then without fail, my name got ran through the mud leading to me being removed.



 

Finally, my family Aztecas. Since starting in this city I have known about The Aztecs. I have always been interested in their members and their group as a whole. After speaking with Alicia and other members of their high command and telling them my past they were skeptical. Having been in groups such as Front Yard Ballas and Crimson Syndicate, regardless of my part and how I feel about them, does not leave a good track record. But they gave me a chance. I quickly proved myself as a great asset for them by constantly being in every situation I was needed with BLS or a trunk to move injured. After a few minor wars we finally all got together to do promotions. I proved myself enough to not only go from recruit to the next rank up but going up two ranks at the same promotion meeting. This made me proud. Giving me the first feeling of accomplishment in a long time. But all good things must come to an end, and come to an end it did. After the [REDACTED] Incident, Aztecas and many others decided it was time to throw in the towel and end all active operations in the city.

 

Memories:
1

Chapter 2 - Getting back to it

 

After taking a long break from all criminal activities, I started talking to old members of past gangs I was in. After speaking with a person I had worked with through all the groups I had ever been a part of I got invited to join 67. I was happy to see faces I had not seen in a long time all in one group causing chaos once again. This lasted a few months before a situation arose with the Irish, a group we were at war with, that led to myself and others taking a step back to evaluate how we wanted to continue thriving inside the city. This led to the longest break I had ever taken from what I enjoyed the most.


After a long time of thinking and considering what I wanted to do next I was approached by an old LFM member and Azteca hang-around who I had worked with in the past. He had an opportunity for me to continue doing what I loved the most. We spoke about a group he had been running and that if I was willing to help their efforts that I could become one of the family. After getting more information and talking with other members I decided to take him up on his offer and join.

 

 

Chapter 3 - Adjusting to change


After joining salvation I have started to adjust to their stance/morals they take again/for certain action. While currently I'm still proving myself, I feel I have show that the knowledge and experience I hold is valuable to them. So as I continue to get used to the morals of this group I will continue to grow and plant myself as a member of their family!
 

 

Thanks for reading!

Sorry about this being majority text, next one will have more content

Edited October 9, 2021 by Ultra3D

[RyacDex]

Darkness, Confinement and Dark Confined Memories

 

Its what I see. Its what I feel. Its there. Every time I close my eyes. Confinement. I can feel it. I see it. Some people think its silly, a lie, a false appearance. But its not. Its there. Waiting.

 

Sometimes, everyone's attempts to save me fail. But in the dark and the quiet. The place where where its worst for me. I look at her with her eyes looking back at me.. I see her and she, she sees me as there is something in me worth seeing.

 

Ryac didn't know that his first recruit would also be the first person he didn't have to out a mask on to be confident around.

 

She made Ryac smile. He knew he could trust her, have fun with her and be himself.

 

His PTSD from the unspoken day is slowly being repaired. Because of her.

 

[Akio]

Skylar's first day was definitely one she won't forget. It began with Ryac welcoming Skylar into Salvation. With emotions of happiness and being overwhelmed they decided it was best to meet everyone so Skylar was familiar with everyone...  and she sure did meet everyone. 

Their journey began and soon it became known to them that they was being followed. With this knowledge Ryac attempted to loose them but this resulted in them crashing. Poor Ryac jumped out of the car and was kidnapped! This is where Skylar made her first radio call to everyone.

Panic set in and everyone jumped to the gun to find where Ryac was and the chase began. Through the streets of Los Santos the main goal was for Ryac to be found safely and with only the necessary force. Eventually Ryac was found beaten up in the boot of a car..

Now needless to say, Skylar has settled in with Ryac by her side.. the stripper dippers unit.

 

Edited January 3, 2022 by JustLilDank

[Donnie Dark]

                           "That's  A Promise!"

 

 

"Were actually going to have to cut this man's fingers off aren't we?" Donnie asked his wife, looking over his shoulder at her for confirmation. The common car thief was back and a few days ago he upped his list of crimes to murder. Just so happened to be a old family member and Donnie was itching for the chance to rip him a new one.

The little rat scurried his way over to Donnie's new car and began to pick the lock, scratching the brand new paint job. Reeling in his fishing line as fast as he could Donnie rushed over to confront the man but he was quick and was already on his bike attempting to ride away. Giving the front wheel of the bike a kick Donnie scooped the man by his shirt collar asking him" Are you fucking stupid?

Flipping the situation almost instantly the rat responded "that was quite rude of you." as he pushed away from Donnie's grasp. A few more choice words were exchanged before Donnie's good friend jay pulled up. As more empty threats were thrown about Jay made his presence known after Jim hinted at wanting to kill Donnie and asked "Is that a threat?" and with out hesitation the rat responded "That is a promise." as he promptly hopped back onto his bicycle and scurried off to the hole he came from.

Realizing that he didn't learn his lesson from being kidnapped the first time Donnie rolls over to face his wife, asking her if she thought it was appropriate to move him to from a LPT (Low profile target) to a HPT(High profile target).

 Rolling over as he closes his eyes, Donnie hopes for the new day to bring some salvation.

[Ultra3D]

"Meeting and Hard Questions"


After a bit of meeting and talking, salvation and most of the gangs/family's met to discuss the police presence in recent gang vs gang altercations. It was said that people were calling cops on other groups incoming shipments and calling cops for "Backup" when a shootout goes south. The host of the meeting, The Russians, proposed a way of stopping this from taking place. They suggested a "Blacklist" system that would punish people who communicate with the police to damage other organizations. This left a lot of questions in peoples mind. The meeting was cut short when police got wind of our location, for the second time.

 

Before and after the meeting, we spoke about what might happen next. We had some ideas that this was going to be the new Counsel. After the meeting this slowly left our mind but the question was still, what next.

This had been a question I asked my self since day one. During my time in Salvation so far I had to sacrifice things I use to enjoy doing to fit in more with the group and what it stands for. For the most part I was complacent with this but recently I have been getting the itch to do more criminally inclined activity's. This made me think. From my first group to my last I do nothing but be as loyal and helpful as I can, but I have started to feel that my ambitions and goal don't line up with the groups. While I continue to think about what I want to do thing will continue the same. I'll provide my help where its needed and my loyalty where its wanted.

 

Edited October 17, 2021 by Ultra3D

[Akio]

Well what a time it has been that’s for sure.

it’s certainly been busy and Skylar has been kept on her toes. From renting her first apartment, finally understanding her feelings towards Ry’ac, and to top it off, one big meeting. 
 

The meeting was like no other, everyone who was anyone was there to hear what the Russians had to say. we all gathered around and eventually made a square where we led to understanding the idea of a blacklist. 
 

Skylar feeling the fear rise as to wondering what if something happens? As salvation held a meeting, everyone gathered around the make the final verdict on whether they sign or push back on their own beliefs… and needless to say.. Salvation’s beliefs stand and they are ready to push back…

[risk]

you call it chaos;

we call it family 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Do you remember that offer you made me last time we were talking about my going to jail?" she'd asked. It was Melody from The Underground, a woman who ran an organization that was nearly the opposite of Salvation yet holding such similar values, and a friend who Jacqueline would do nearly anything for. She didn't even need to ask- not really. Jacqueline was already slowing to a stop with Donnie staring at her utterly confused as she pulled over on the side of the road. 

"What do you need?" 

"Just a radio," came the response. It was purchased from the store minutes later and they were on the way to DOC, hoping against hope that one of her contacts on the inside would be on duty. 

 

 

 

She could have kissed him when she saw him surrounded by unfamiliar faces wearing the uniform she'd once donned herself. Had her family not caused such a ruckus outside, perhaps she'd not have had the ability to pull him aside and request a very delicate favor... but they worked like a well-oiled machine. The moment the unfamiliar faces were outside dealing with the ridiculous party, Jacqueline was pulling him aside and whispering in his ear. 

 

 

 

A few deft maneuvers inside the visitation room and a whole lot of luck later, Melody was in possession of the radio with the unfamiliar guards none the wiser. 

 

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"With all due respect," Jacqueline's jaw was set as she sat atop the roof in Little Tokyo. "I am going to address the elephant in the room." 

She and Donnie sat with High Command of the Rising Suns and were mid conversation about how they could potentially be of use to one another. "I am curious how you expect us to be willing to work with an organization that allows the type of situation I encountered on the pier," Jacqueline continued. "From your own mouth, shit talking about our organization and allowing other members to do the same." 

There was a brief pause as their leader protested it had been nothing but a joke and she met his gaze. "It wasn't a funny one. The Salvation you knew is not the Salvation we are, Mika, and if you expect anything to come of a working relationship whatever grudge you are holding on to about the people who are dead or no longer here gets buried tonight." 

It took only a brief discussion to bury the hatchet, as it were, and as their leader left his High Command apologized profusely for the incident. Jacqueline just smiled and shook her head. She knew very little about their organization, all things considered, but she knew that the men apologizing had come to her aid more than once and for that she was eternally grateful. Bygones would be bygones for now and a date was set at a later time to further discuss whether or not they could find a mutually beneficial option.

 

 

 

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"Did he just..." Leah sounded appalled at the sight before them at the Church of Flarg. Salvation had come en masse to formally meet the Bathshebas, a family they'd heard much about, and the men and women in white stared at the front entirely at a loss for words. Was it a baptism? Or a murder?

"I don't know," Jacqueline whispered. "But maybe it's best we start a file on them just in case?" It was more question than confirmation as her gaze remained forward. More were being invited to join a strange cult of deluded human beings and she pressed herself further into the seat. Yuki's question as they were lined up front made far more sense now. 

What are you doing here? You seem like an educated woman. 

Her response had been simple enough: they were there to observe the Bathshebas and see firsthand the insanity. It was what they did best, after all. 

As the ceremony came to a close and Salvation filtered out, a photo was taken with the odd ones. Whether or not they were harmless was yet to be seen. 

 

 

 

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Time was running short on their task given by the man who had invited them to their inner circle. Most still knew very little about the why's of what they were doing but for weeks, amidst the madness of potential moles and custody break outs and endless meetings and lab explosions and apartment raids, they did their due diligence and patrolled the city to compile whatever information they could find on the living shadow. 

And as the clock ticked towards midnight of their final day, High Command stood around the computer staring at the file they'd all worked tirelessly to fill out. 

"Do you think we'll ever make it a day without a shit show?" Chase asked. 

"Probably not," Jacqueline said tiredly with a quiet laugh before printing off the file they'd code named EZIO for the man's protection. "We wouldn't know what to do with ourselves if that was the case." 

 

 

 

[Alanala Dianthia]

Arrival

 

Growing up, Queenie didn’t have much to her name. Her mother had lost custody of her a long time ago, and while her Aunt did her best to support her, there wasn’t much she could do for the girl and her cousin Ginny. So when she had heard about Los Santos from her cousin Ally she figured it would have been best to leave, start her own life and let her aunt finally have some peace.

 

Arriving in the city, Queenie didn’t have anything but the clothes on her back, and a thousand dollars in her bank account, the most she could scrounge together. Through some communication with a few people she ran into, she found out that an ID was quite important for life in the city, procuring herself one of those she very quickly ran into someone who was going to lead her life in a very chaotic and strange direction, a certain girl by the name of Hazel Miller. 

 

Hazel Miller

 

 

At first, Queenie thought she was fun, that the girl knew how to liven things up. It had been exhilarating, thrilling, to be in a police chase until they got caught and sent to prison.

Prison wasn’t any fun, so Queenie vowed to never return to it. Shortly after getting out of prison, Queenie set about trying to try and find herself a job, something fun she could work and do, but having a fresh felony on her back, she ended up doing the work everyone else was doing, fishing. This was where she had met, and made, her very first mistake.

 

 

The Mistake

 

Perhaps it’s not fair to call him a mistake, but when looking back on it, and if she were asked, Queenie would most certainly call him a mistake. A very suave, and charismatic man had taken quite an interest in Queenie, and it would be no lie to say the feeling had been mutual. Their relationship was quite tame, and calm at the start, but boy was the ending of it turbulent. Queenie had left the city for a little while, a week, and when she came back, found the man she had once spent time giggling next to, and cuddling… Had decided they were never dating in the first place, and had moved on in the time she had been gone, a whole week, and their relationship had simply been a figment of Queenies whole imagination, and he was now canoodling it up with another girl giggling her head off in his arms while calling her crazy all the meanwhile. Hurt, confused, Queenie tried to move on despite how much she wanted her revenge, she knew she would never get it. She would just have to live on.

 

 

Living on

 

 

Queenie fell in with a new crowd while the burn of hurt was still lingering within her, new friends, new faces… People she could trust. Silver Stone had become one of her best friends, she could trust that girl with anything, even her own life if it came back to it. During this time, as Queenie struggled to refind herself, she was called upon by a familiar name and face. Hazel was back again, and this time proposing they hit up a store. With little else to lose, Queenie figured why not? It went well, up until at the end when a police chase went flying by the store to shortly be followed by a shootout which the girls quickly fled from, with their 10k haul of cash. But that was the end of chaos for Queenie, she decided… She needed an actual job, something she could do that she found fun, and exciting… And she got that opportunity.

 

Opportunity

 

Through the grapevine, from a woman only known to her as Urban, Queenie became aware that a woman named Rayvn was seeking out women to dance on the beach for a music video, something Queenie found a bit interesting and did not hesitate to jump at, pulling her friends Silver and Nicolai along with her, it was too good to pass up. It seemed like fun, and could open a lot of doors for her. And it did.

 

After the music video was over, watching through the posted results, which Queenie found she enjoyed quite a lot, she found a job offer from the woman Rayvn on her phone, to become an entertainer for Club Corruption… It had been something she’d explored the possibility of in her earlier life in The City so far, but to have the opportunity to get paid for something she so thoroughly enjoyed doing. She couldn’t pass it up. Settling into her life now, Queenie still found herself sore and hurting about her earlier relationship, how it had ended, and what it could have been. How so many times in her life, things were taken away from her. She needed redemption.

 

 

Redemption

 

Redemption comes in very funny forms as it turns out, and Queenie quickly found out. Her usual journey down to the pier had her running into a man, who, at first glance, seemed to just be silly and completely out there. They flirted with one another, and while initially Queenie had her heart set on another, found herself being pulled away and towards this guy. He made her laugh, made her happy, he could make her forget all her worries, and it seemed like she was doing the same for him. People who he knew were approaching her, talking about how she had changed him, thanking her for dating that man. It only took one hunting trip for them to be officially dating, but it only took one moment of interaction to change her life around.

 

Change

 

T, as her beloved was known, it turned out, was part of an organization, and in quite the high up position too as Queenie quickly learned when she suddenly found herself with a few bodyguards on her most typical of daily activities. Not always did she have them of course, and they weren’t officially bodyguards, but it most certainly seemed like it when she’d had an interaction with someone on the pier, and they showed up to have a chat with the guy. It was something she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to, being loved and receiving it in turn, having something that seemed would never be taken away from her.

 

 

Never taken away

 

September 11th 2021 was a typical day like any other for me, I got up, I did my morning routine, I got dressed and headed down to the pier. T was there, I greeted him like I usually do, we chatted but it seemed like he had other things on his mind. “Are you okay? You seem quiet.” I whispered to him, only to be told he was thinking. I left him alone after that.

I was fishing, like I usually do, chatting with friends nearby and making jokes, when he showed up and told me to follow him, that he had made a reservation at a restaurant, and wanted to spend time with me. I happily obliged, following him to the clothing shop to pick out a dress for the spur of the moment date. While in the changing room, I got a call from someone wholly unexpected.

“Hello?” I answered, trying to reach the zipper on the back of the dress while the phone was cradled in between my ear and shoulder. “Hey, what’s the name of that song you like?” A familiar female voice flowed through to me, Gretchen was calling me. Why did she want to know the name of my favorite song? It was confusing at first until it suddenly dawned on me. Having to keep from just squealing in delight over the phone to the poor woman, I pulled myself together enough to respond. “Something Just like this.”

 

Something Just Like This

 

We left the clothing shop, me in my new dress, T dressed like the chippendale dancer he usually is. I was trying to keep it cool, pretending I didn’t know what was about to happen. He blindfolded me, drove me out to the beach where we had slow danced not so long ago, when he had been feeling down. He helped me out of the car, led me out to stand in front of the small crowd of friends, Gojira, Griffith, Atlas, Darko, Gretchen, even Chad was there, recording the whole thing. They turned the speaker on, loaded up my favorite song… When I turned around, T was already down on his knee. I couldn’t keep it in anymore, the tears rolling down my face. “Queenie Fae.” Hearing him say my full name, it didn’t feel real at that moment, none of it did. Everything felt like such a blur until those four words, four words I never thought I’d ever get to hear flowed from his very mouth. “Will you marry me?”

 

Will you marry me?

 

The silence didn’t last long, I couldn’t hold it back. “Yes!” What else was I supposed to say? There was no other word, no doubt in my mind, that I wanted to marry the man kneeling right in front of me. Cheers, applause, it didn’t matter, I only had one thing on my mind at that moment.

 

“Well,” Another voice spoke up, coming from a man I only knew as the leader. “How about making it even more official, and joining us?” It was a question I hadn’t been preparing for, my eyes flicked from one person to another. How, in such a short time, had the friends I had met and made become such a family to me? How had I missed all that? With a knowing smile on my face, I knew I had found it, I had achieved it. My…

 

Salvation.

[Yeager]

GOOD SHIT

 

[Akio]

What an adventure

It all started with an idea. One simple idea that progressed to an adventure of a lifetime. It's one of those dream you have as a child... but it turned into a reality. 

 

On a peaceful day, four friends decided it was time to explore and take Geo back home. So chad, Skylar, Ryac and Geo all hopped into the boat. They weren't sure where they were going.. but they knew it was going to be good. 

 

Skylar set her foot down onto the island and was feeling immediately overwhelmed. The big island had many things to explore in such little time. A car was lurking in a garage near by, everyone hopped into the car and set off. It was time to set Geo free. 

 

Through the bushes and trees they carried on, nothing stopping their path. Until finally... a breath taking moment stopped them all in their paths. Skylar quickly ushered everyone over to enjoy the scenic view over the cliff. Skylar finally felt at peace.

 

 

 

 

Another garage was found and Chad, Ryac, Geo and Skylar began to search around in amazement of how this was all here.. and then suddenly a figure walks down the dirt track. Skylar was struck with fear.. who was this? was they about to get hurt? was they about to get kidnapped? All fears went away as the mysterious figure allowed them to continue roaming the island under the condition of not causing harm to their vehicle.

 

Continuing the adventure, a gigantic mansion was found. Unable to access it, the group settled for a scenic view from the outside overlook. 

 

They may not of been able to bring Geo home.. but together they had a adventure to remember. 

Edited January 3, 2022 by JustLilDank

[Netlok]

For Chad Rapkov, rejoining the family he once helped lay the foundations for was not an easy choice. He had grown accustomed to the simple and undemanding life that working for Weazel News allowed him to live as a Lead Advertiser. During his time at Weazel however, Chad would often be called upon for help gathering information on various people that Salvation was keeping tabs on. He was always happy to help his old friends as long as they kept to their original values he helped create all those months back. 

Salvation's ability to help people in a way the police were unable was something Chad had always admired, and he would often risk his career as an advertiser by attempting to support their goals where possible as he felt those goals were just. As Salvation expanded their horizons to bigger targets and doubled down on their efforts in vigilante work, Chad began to take bigger and bigger risks to help support his friends, slowly slipping back into the lifestyle he had left behind months prior. During this time Chad of renewed interest, he also entered into a relationship with Melody Rogers, the leader of a new group known as the Underground that held similar values of fighting corruption, but operated much more brazenly often resulting in shootouts with the police. 

 

He began to realize he could not keep up this double life he was starting to build and needed to make a choice before it was made for him....

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Edited October 22, 2021 by Netlok