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The Underground exchanged it's power. 

Naomi Mizuno and Melody Frey discussed in detail that they wished Melody to take the reigns of The Underground. Under her newly found leadership, the faction decided to take things into a more serious and sinister direction. The Underground would stand stalwart on it's ideology regarding it's Anarchist ways, but they decided that there would be no more playing about as common, petty thieves and drug runners.

The group placed their rat masks at the HQ along with the articles of white clothing they had, swapping to black and pink along side their new masks.
They would fight the government wherever possible now. Blocking the "wage slaves" at tollbooths, spray painting cars when applicable, and even as far as pouring gasoline on cruisers and igniting them for the sheer thrill of the explosion. The group got together for their first act, quickly getting a response from detectives.

The group of Anarchists bought multiple unregistered vehicles from the city scrapyard and parked them, blocking off the tollbooths from all law enforcement attempting to pass. They tried to explain that whoever did it must have wanted change in the city, to stop oppression wherever they could...
But the agents and officers on scene were already sick of it.




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The members of The Underground sat against the sides of the bridge simply chuckling as the government workers struggled to unlock the cars. It was a small protest in a long line of firing back in ways that the city has yet to experience.

Welcome to a new Underground. We will stand tall, and we will stand against the machine.



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The Underground had a meeting within their command... A risk needed to be taken to gain the upper hand on enemy organizations. Infiltration was to be done.
They nodded to each other and all agreed that it had to be done.

They successfully acquired radio frequencies of an opposing organization that looked down upon the Anarchist group. The mission was a success and the informant would hold their high ranking position within the opposing organization with no issue and they were completely unaware of the power The Underground had managed to swindle with their newly found "Rat".

Who knows where this could take them? The plans would evolve with time.
While their rat masks were put down in exchange for their black clothing and sinister mindsets, they would begin to push back against those who wish to suppress them.


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As the nights grew heavy and the skies rained down droplets in the shape of bullets on The Underground, they continued to remain patient and vigilant of the changes to come. The disbandment of the Bridge Street Brotherhood and swiftly followed by the Black Disciples, the city seemed as if it was targeting the hood. The Underground watched the rain trickle down through the holes on their bridge above them as it kept them dry...

Sadness is one of the most powerful emotions anyone could ever have. The Underground would wake to this news quickly, saluting their neighbors and allies with silence. As loud as pink was, it was time for a moment of peace.

They all bowed their heads and paid respects to the organizations they had spent so much time with in the past.

The Underground was the last group surviving in the hood...




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((Thank you to BSB and BD for all of the amazing RP you guys made. I know it's hard, but all good things come to an end eventually.))


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The Underground sighed as they were the last group left in the southern half of Los Santos.
But soon, smiles arose on their faces as from the ashes grew an odyssey of phoenixes. 4TK, Ballas, the Mali Boys, and the Cupids all rose up within the span of a week. Quickly getting organized meetings with the groups, The Underground felt the tides of change pushing within their favor. The hood was alive again.

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The Underground decided to attempt to hit a bank with The Cupids after their first official meeting. The groups couldn't successfully complete a single one without police showing up and ruining each attempt back to back, leading to roughly an hour of chases. The group had managed to escape... All but the leader of The Cupids. The Underground nodded and set up a trap unlike any other they had tried. They placed gas cans at the entrance of a apartment complex, with only one way in and out. They fired at the gas cans to ignite a fire after their ally drove passed to keep the law away...

After fleeing from the trap, Melody was eventually caught along with two of The Cupids' members. Another Underground member tagged along for the ride to DOC, all smiling and chuckling at how fun the trap was.

"Arson of a government employee" they were told as they had almost ten cruisers escort them into DOC again.


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The Underground grew tired of the antics of the Los Santos Police Department. 
It was time for a change, or to at least make a stand for one.

The Underground banded together and unanimously agreed to send forth their message in a vote... Everyone said yes.

The recording was simple, the editing was as well. They handed off a small microSD card to 
Jay Bacon while they smiled, knowing that the consequences could be dire; but it was a risk they had to take.

It was our time.

 

 

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To say the least, Underground has had a difficult week. Constant harassment from rival orgs, internal conflict among members, and overall low morale within the group as of late, but all of that stress seems to vanish when the group discovers an empty Brickade near Arcadius loans. They knew they were going to take it right away, so they quickly pick locked and hotwired the massive LEO, and the ram was now in possession of Underground. They had no idea what to do with it now. Should they chop it? Should they give it to someone to chop? Or simply drive around and have fun. Obviously, the last option was the best option, so Underground piled it with as many people as possible, including four members on the sides, and began driving through the city blasting music with no care in the world.

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Unfortunately, a PD jugular had spotted them and radioed it in not long after picking up some members from general parking. They must have decided that it was time for an exciting chase, so they drove this massive truck up the highway and towards Sandy. Officer Couch grabbed his own Brickade and began attempting to pit Undergrounds about halfway up. During all of this, the Underground lost three members who were hanging on in the back. Injuring one but leaving two others standing and running around. One scout was left behind to arrest the members, but one detective got too close to an Underground member with a knife and was quickly stabbed and murdered; unfortunately, the member responsible was apprehended soon after as he attempted to rescue his injured friend, before another police vehicle arrived and apprehended him. During the chaos, one of the members was able to flee on foot and hide until the police left the area.

 

Up the road, the remaining two Underground members, Koda and Melody, were doing everything they could to stay mobile, but it was difficult with zero tires and another giant ram attempting to take them off the road. One final ram somewhere near North Lab was enough to put away Undergrounds Brickade and end the fun adventure.

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Underground discussed how much fun they had and how it was a much needed mental break from recent events after they were all arrested, charged, and placed in prison. They got together and took some prison photos to remember today's adventure.

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((Thank you to the PD/SD that took part in these shenanigans, and for being humble and good sports about it. Also Thank you Kazjii for fixing the brickade after it bugged out))

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The LSPD's allotted time to react had well passed. It was time to start bringing the fight to them. While minor, our goal is to ensure that they are aware that no location is truly safe from our reach. Fresh out of prison and rearing for a fight, the crew available decided to go and paint the town pink
The Crew:
Tom Mathers - Revolutionist
Rose Frey - Revolutionist
"JT" - Revolutionist
"DQ" - Fanatic
Josh Vex - Fanatic
Skylar Romano - Prospect

"Let's meet up at HQ and plan it out." Tom called out over the radio and the ramblers quickly got to ramblin'. When it came to the issue of actually having pink paint, Josh had them covered. He only brought two spraycans, 'treating the things like solid gold' Tom would remark. They sat around the fire and discussed how the plan might unravel. After some deliberation they'd treat it like a store robbery. Two with cans and the rest scouting out the area, given the security and activity of the buildings. Some late arrivals along the way, the first target was the Government building.
An initial scout revealed Solomon Cobb resting on the front lawn with his pooch. Tom groaned in frustration and sent Josh in as bait. A successful strategy as Solomon eventually wandered off to go rant on Cobblog while Tom and Skylar sent themselves in to go do some spraying.

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Target #1 - Gov. Building - Successful!
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While Tom may have been caught in the act. As we all know and love. No face, no case. Hopefully this rustled the feathers of some desk jockey somewhere who ignored Underground prior. It was all about putting on a show and getting their attention. Onto the next, the team discussed. Up next was Mission Row! They'd do the side/back area where individuals are processed as to try and avoid directly being caught in the act. Given that it was merely just a fine and at most a small jailtime, most were fine with being caught. Skylar and Tom swapped out cans to give to Josh and JT.

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Target #2 - MRPD - Successful!
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Another successful spray. At this point, the crew was running out of options that actually made sense and would grab attention. A can was passed to DQ while JT kept his. Off to the impound, the crew concurred. A few members held back on Tom's order momentarily as a cruiser was spotted in the impound. Tom thought they'd be able to get away with distracting him while they worked, but there was two in the vehicle. So they waited for them to leave, then hit it with the same efficiency as the last two.

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Target #3 - LS Impound - Successful!
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Out of truly solid options, and rather tired as the night grew near and things got cold. The crew agreed to wrap things up for the night, proud of the little bit of anarchy they reigned that night. Some poor cadet would likely be forced to clean them up, and that made the crew snicker to themselves as they rode off on their bikes.

((Thank you to the staff who reasoned we could do this within NCZs. Thank you especially to Ash for his cooperation throughout the entire ordeal and being a real one.)) 

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Vince Torelli was laying on his bed, staring above him at the rotating fan blades in his compact hotel room at the Richman. Here lies a man - or what's left of one - burdened by equal parts failure and guilt. Here lies a man staring at the cream colored walls and tasteless, soulless decor of a room that's most likely housed thousands of other contrite souls on the run. Vince was, indeed, on the run. From what, eludes him on the surface. Perhaps himself, he contemplates?

 

Vince Torelli - this depressingly soft and injured creature - would be, to many, the antithesis of anarchy. A Wall Street analyst at peak, an astronomer at heart, he was, eventually, swept into the world of criminality. The question is whether it was by will, or not. Ultimately, he made the choice to jump the fence at Bayview and steal his first car. When he was caught the first time, he made the choice to go back.

 

If self-improvement was a request of the loved ones in Vince's life, it began with him smiling snarkily in the face of God, and admitting he was a criminal by choice.

 

More proudly, Vince would tell God, was that he was an anarchist. He was a member of The Underground.

 

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Yet, among his flaws and innumerable amounts of contradictions, Vince is also a pessimist. He has a knack for doubting and lying to himself, and those around him. While his admission of choosing this way of life would be spoken with a proud flair to God, when spoken to himself, he feels as if being part of The Underground, much like his choice to remain on Wall Street rather than pursue his dreams of astronomy, is further demonstration of his weakness as an individual.

 

Above all of the seven deadly sins Vince embodies, slothfulness would stand chief among them. He took the "easy" way out, as he does with every problem that faces him.

 

Vince is a rebel at heart, yet ironically, the illusory Vince on the outside has become exactly like his father. He has slowly evolved into a man that places the dollar over the welfare of human life. He has digitized the world around him to be nothing more than potential tools, ready for him to use to further himself. Vince, the supposed "anarchist", has taken up the Torelli family method. He has become as capitalistic as the monsters he claims to fight against, and he secretly suspects the bulk of his rodent brothers have done the same.

 

The evolution of Vince is happening. It isn't a theory anymore. He is fully aware of the changes, no matter how much he attempts to deny them to himself. Vince, perhaps by being of the Torelli blood, or by realization that he's simply too weak to make positive changes, realizes the path that awaits him, despite his efforts to deny it.

 

Gradually, with every person or thing Vince ever truly loved crumbling away from him, he grows closer to accepting that, more than likely, he'll meet every poor gangster he's sent to hell again, some day.

 

To his credit, Vince made one effort to maintain the goodness he saw in people. However, like his own life, doomed to eventual cancer due to lead poisoning from a gunshot wound to the head, it crashed and burned before his eyes. He blames himself for Grace leaving him, despite knowing that deep down, it was probably out of his control.

 

However, like alcohol, Vince is addicted to the high of affection; and, in his lonely room tonight, he knows full well that when he leaves to go into the city again, he'll be on the hunt for the next person to love, despite the fact that Vince is too far gone to be loved.

 

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If there is a peak to the misery and mental agony of Vince's life, it is this: there is no catharsis.

 

Whatever god that inflicts such constant torment on this man has yet to make it clear why. Vince ponders what dreadful sin he could have committed in the past to have become all but a "shit magnet" since the year 2014. Perhaps it was choosing Wall Street over his own dreams? Perhaps it was making that same exact decision again, every time it's presented?

 

If there is an escape for him... if there does lie a golden, wholesome conclusion of retiring to the hills of Colorado with someone he doesn't see as a tool, or a future of loving self-actualization and forgiveness... it is so far departed from Vince that all the effort he could muster would never render it.

 

Vince's story is, by every measure of probability, finished. He has already died, without dying. The torture is that Vince must endure life until it ends. He isn't dead until there is no more Vince. If there's a reason for his story continuing, it is the fact that he hasn't died yet, in a technical sense.

 

Vince thought he would find salvation in The Underground. He has come to find out that he was wrong; the rhetoric of "brotherhood" and "loyalty" and "anarchy" is now, to himself, but never to Melody, an unfruitful dream, stolen by the cold winds of reality. All Vince has found within The Underground is, in ultimate irony, Wall Street come pink.

 

If there is a deeper ideology to life that Vince has adopted, it is that, much like himself, the revolution is already over. America has won. The Underground is as much a needed part of the city as the police are. To Vince, there isn't a revolution, or even a need for one anymore. Vince feels as if he is a cog, doing the job he is told to do yet again, while the police, and the government, and the system does its own job for the same end reason.

 

Vince has changed, yet equally, he has remained the same. There is nothing gained with all he's killed and stolen; this point exacerbated by the assured destruction of any wealth he ever acquires. Of course, it's in his name, "Lucky" Vince. There is truly nothing gained. The only thing that will be lost, eventually, is Vince himself. The shell of a man that could have died among the stars, doomed to worthless death at the hands of himself, and the machine he helped keep alive.

 

Perhaps these thoughts are just the wild ravings of a mad man - a factory failure in modern America, either blessed or cursed with the power of self awareness. Perhaps Vince is, indeed, a revolutionary, whose eventual drunken scrawlings on a bathroom wall could, by chance, inspire the next Vince to take up the rat mask in actuality, not in denial.

 

If there is one truth to Vince's life on this day, it is this: it has meant nothing.

 

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The Underground was hanging out at their HQ one day, talking about what we wanted to do for the night. Suddenly PD decided to drive into our HQ and told us all we are being detained. We have had enough so without a second thought all of Underground stood up and aimed their guns at PD. We commanded that they step out with their hands up, at first it was simply to teach them a lesson. We were simply going to shave their heads and send them on their way, things suddenly shifted when we all realized the entire place was surrounded.

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 The two officers held at gunpoint were Conrad McMount and Officer Adam, after going back and forth with negotiations we soon realized there was no way out. We decided to make a negotiation which would set all Underground free with the price of one staying behind and still holding the gun to the officer’s head. We all started walking towards our bikes and cars and got in, a few seconds after that all of Underground started to flee the scene and spread out. In the distance after pulling out, we heard Melody yell over radio “fuck you” and moments after that we heard gun shots. 

 

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After a couple of days of the Underground getting themselves into some shenanigans with the government, as per usual, a couple of members saw themselves in debt or simply low on money because of the constant fines being paid every visit to DOC with recent events. So of course with the new construction job in the city, the Underground decided to come together in one Vetir to make a little bit of legal cash, while also helping around in the community to fix and clean up any incident sites.

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As they drove around to their destinations, they jammed out to whatever was being played on the car speaker and just had a small bonding experience with each other as they laughed and chatted together.

But no matter how hard the government wants to continue suppressing the Underground, fines or going into severe debt are not going to scare them away from continuing their mischief acts towards the government.

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The Underground will always rise up, never down. Tomorrow will be a new day.

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The Underground have a few things to be recognised by - their masks, their clothes, and their vehicles.

Sofia was no stranger to ink, she had sleeves on her arms, and medium pieces on the back of her calves. But this time was different. As the group pulled up to the tattoo parlour, she was reminded of why she loved the art of tattooing so much. This time - she felt a chill in her stomach, and she began to feel a thrill. She was to be marked, permanently, as a member of the family she adored.

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After patiently waiting her turn, Sofia sprung into the seat without hesitation, laid on her front, and gritted her teeth. A few sharp inhales and groans later, she leapt out of her seat, ran to the mirror and looked at her back. This was it, a permanent reminder of her family, The Underground.

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Hastily, she tied her hair back in a bun behind her head, not only to ease the stinging of her hair brushing from side to side over the tattoo. But to show off her new mark. 

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The Mark of the Rats.

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It all started when Mel was called bye THC other known as the haze corporation They were wondering if we wanted to hit a bank. Mel announced if anyone was interested Jakob haze was more then interested  he was excited.

 

 

Jakob met the haze corporation at there HQ, Then they started  discussing how they were gonna hit the bank they all agreed then they hoped on there bikes, They headed down to the bank and that's when they were about to start but just then they messed up and the alarm went off, They all hurried out of the bank and made sure they were not being followed then they met back up at THC HQ and they discussed and changed a few plans and then tried again this time the alarm did not go off  and they were successful, They all managed to escape the police,   they  all met at the truckers site.

 

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 That was where they gave the cuts to Evan Haze  Jakob reminded him that he needs his cut in packed cash as they planned originally  Evan nodded and gave Jakob the cash, No one got caught, Everyone was happy and they went about there day like nothing had happened.

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A Potential Dream


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It was a quiet day not many friends of JT were awake in the city.. JT still thought to himself that he would go out to see what's happening in the city! He took out his favorite muscle car the Dominator ASP, dressed in his casual Underground uniform and his black and pink car he started driving around the city aimlessly looking for something to do or any familiar faces. With no luck he headed down towards the Underground headquarters where he enjoyed a blunt or two. He realized there was an old car run down car wash around the block from the headquarters and he headed over there to check it out. There he set his car up for the perfect picture thinking to himself one day he will hopefully own this establishment and make it his own!

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Treyten Moon was thinking about joining an organization for a while but couldn’t find the people that actually fit him. He was working for a new .50 and he happened to pass a bunch of pink rats under a bridge. He thought to himself “what the hell are they doing under a bridge?” so he went in to investigate. He pulled in with his money truck and asked “Any ATMs in here?” Then a man responded with “No get out of here Trey”. Treyten was so confused as to why this strange man knew his name so he asked to take off masks. They took them off and it was Jacob Tartel. His friend from when he flew into the city all the way to date. He was ecstatic and started catching up with Jacob. Eventually it got to the topic of who he was with and Jacob said “I’m with The Underground”. Treyten absolutely loved the name and immediately wanted in. He was hanging around for a while and got to know Ali Valentine, Dequarius Bartholomew, Dorris Murray, and, of course, Melody Frey. He found out how they roll and it was exactly what he was looking for, terrorist anarchist organization. He hung around for a few days and eventually gained enough trust to become a full patched member and that’s where he is to this day. After that, the story will write itself.

 

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On a warm, sunny day The Underground were sitting around their HQ. Just enjoying each other’s company, talking and hanging out. A couple of them said that it'd be a good day to rob a bank, everyone agreed. We started to scout out which ones we wanted to do but PD was on high alert that day, so we decided to call it quits and try again the following day. A couple of us still wanted to do something fun that day so I suggested why don’t we have a relaxing day on my boat and go to cayo, and after that a couple of us started to head out for our trip.

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Once we arrived on the island, we weren’t sure where to park so we docked on the closest shore we started to look around because most of us weren’t familiar with the area. We were having fun exploring not knowing what we are going to find. We saw a tall tower so all of us immediately knew we had to go up and take a few pictures. Once we got to the top of the tower, we saw the best view we had ever seen, we saw the entire island from up there. It was a very relaxing experience just being able to get away from all the drama and cops, it was something that we needed.

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Jerrald "JB" Bohannon is a man who comes from a long line of Oklahoma hog farmers.
This spans all the way back to his
great-great-great-great-great-great-grandpa Barthomew David Hunt Bohannon
who, in the early 1800's, found that owning hogs was easier than owning humans.

Now being a hog farmer is not a bad life, however it can be mundane.
JB found himself in a rut doing the same things over
and over again in his small town of Jay, Oklahoma.
He would sit there for hours watching the hogs eat the leftovers and filth that we would not
thinking that there must be more to life than this.


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When he was not working on his family's farm 
JB would be hanging out with his friends.
This would mean listening to the same 4 county artists
and drinking the same shitty beer and liquor until he blacked out and did something stupid.


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Now this had led to JB being on a first name basis with the local sheriff and the one
judge in town who just happened to be brothers. 
This allowed them to slap extra charges on JB whenever he did something wrong.
The one time JB asked the judge why they would do that,
he was told "Because who is going to stop us? You and your hogs?"
JB was tired of the ones in power always sending him to jail for things he did not do.

 

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He had enough of this way of life and decided it was time to strike it rich in the big city. 
Leaving his home state of Oklahoma, he hopped on the first flight he could afford.

This just happened to be for the city of Los Santos.

Upon arriving, JB quickly learned that the city was as wild as he could have hoped for. 
Cars ready to be chopped, ATM's waiting for a good bashing, and the city was at his fingertips.
He quickly bought his first motorcycle with the cash the city gave him and went to town on the ATM's.

However, he did not know about the alarms that can go off
and was soon in a high speed chase that landed him in the D.O.C.

 

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There, he met a man named Butcher who told him about an "Under Ground" group of people 
who wanted to tear the suppressors on the top of society down.
Butcher told JB to watch out for some guys in pink smiling masks as those were his people.
JB was ready but was in prison so he had to bide his time. 

A few days go by and JB is waiting in public parking deciding on what to do with his day.
He sees a woman in black with a black mask that has pink eyes and a wide smile on it.

He calmly walks over to her and mentions his meeting with Butcher 
and his invitation to meet with his people.

The stranger smiles and says "I am on of the commanders, meet with us tomorrow night."

Ripe with excitement, JB hardly sleeps that night and drives from the city to Paleto Bay just vibing.

The next day JB's cell phone goes off with a time and a place.
He nervously shows up to a circle of people who are all friendly and welcoming to him.
JB is introduced to everyone and, after shaking hands and
greeting face-to-face, is told to go to the nearby clothing store.
JB returns from the store and slowly raises the mask to his face and feels a rush of excitement when it fits into place.

He has now become one of the underground.
He has now found his home.

 

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The Underground had been declined their business license for the bakery they wished to open, but that was no reason to quit. 

They gathered together the numbers they had, buying out sandwiches, coffee cups, and chocolate bars from random stores to simply give away at the bakery. They allowed anyone who came by to grab whatever they wanted and to explore inside of the bakery while they played music blasting from atop the roof and their bike's engines purring on the sidewalk. The group laughed with friends and foes alike, just enjoying the company of others swinging by and showing their support for giving away to the community. 

It was different for the organization to take a day with no hostility, but it was a good change to have. The small "party" was a great success and got the word spread around about the bakery and when it may open, and all of the food and drink they had bought was gone within the hour.

Of course, the group couldn't let the day slip by without yelling "All Cops Are Bad" to a few cars that drove by...


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Naomi had gotten in a rut.  Smash ATM, wash, smash, wash, smash wash.  She felt like the depressed hulk smashing through all the ATMs when she got a phone call from a dear friend, Opal.  She got the invite to tag along and help run banks with The Haze Corporation and she ran there as fast as her BF400 went. 

 

Naomi smiled at the group of friends that pulled through the meeting spot, and met new ones along the way.  Everyone had piled into Chumash Bank, which was drained faster than you could blink.  Minus the one bike injury, everyone got away, and got ready to pile into LifeInvader Bank.

 

You could feel the excitement from the Motley Crew as the driller counted down, and everyone rushed in.

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Naomi got away with her share, and a giant smile on her face.  She needed a pick-me-up, and Opal always knew what she liked.

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Underground had its usual daily/weekly meeting to go over some things, good and bad, and to see what kind of shenanigans the group as a whole wanted to get into. After listening to music and dancing around the fire pit. Someone suggested doing another "Fight Club" like Underground had done previously, which was probably the most fun thing to do at the time because all banks had been hit previously and stores were too hot with cop presence. So everyone agreed, and after a few phone calls, people flocked to Undergrounds Headquarters, eager to fight friends/enemies.

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After everyone had arrived and settled, Underground Matriarch Melody formed a line and began assigning who would fight who. The bracket was gradually whittled down until there were only three "winners" left, so it was decided that the final fight for this week's fight club would be a three-way fight. After the countdown, the three people started fighting, and after a solid 1-2 minutes, one person stood tall above the rest: Slim Haze of THC. In celebration of winning all those fights to get to this point, he was jumped by EVERYONE in attendance. Laughs and jokes were exchanged among those present, and everyone had a good time. As at the end of the day, that is all that matters.

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The Underground heard the news from Weazel that Commissioner Lewis Langley had spent an estimated thirty million dollars on a helicopter, and some sources even quoted that it may have been three hundred million, which helped fund his latest adventure to Cayo Perico.

The group had noticed in the past that many issues tended to arise around this particular Commissioner and as such; they gathered at City Hall for a "sit-in" protest at the doors. They were unwilling to move after quite some time, and the news grew quickly as many gathered around to see the outcome. Some were there to appreciate the movement at hand for The Underground, some were there to belittle them. The group requested for the Commissioner to step down and for the public to have access to all spending records.

The city of Los Santos had building under construction for years...
Underpaid workers working freelance for barely a living wage such as Incident Management or Burgershot...
Things needed to change.


Lewis Langley, coincidentally enough; was not able to attend the rally against him...
And The Underground was forcefully moved from the premises, promising that if they were moved; the next protest would not be peaceful.

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Melody had done a bit of redecorating for the bakery with the idea of making it "All-Purpose" for the organization.
As the members stepped in, they noticed virtually no difference for anything there...


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At least until she asked for some of the members to help her move the refrigerator in the back of the bakery. It was a large piece of equipment, serving it's purpose in more ways than one... It revealed a small doorway behind it.


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The spot behind the doorway was unpolished with a small table, wood panel floors and an unpainted wall... At the end of the room on that table were pure, Russian vodka bottles with different dollar bills inside of each, with rags ready to be stuffed into the opened bottles. Melody smiled back at the group. 
"Corruption should be cleansed with fire... And we'll let them figure out the rest of the metaphor with the money inside of the bottles."


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On a Rainy evening on 6/05/2022 Ali Valentine and Nick Valentine, leaders of Cupids at the time decided to discuss some things they have been wanting to talk about, leader to leader. They talked for a couple of hours before making the executive decision to disband there gang due to  circumstances. Ali rarely flew in anymore and decided to just run around solo for a little and not make a decision on who to join or even to join a gang yet. Ali thought about it for awhile and decided he wanted to come back to his home, Underground. Nick, Ali, and there good friend decided to show up to Undergrounds HQ and see if they wanna do anything. They decided to run labs for a little and after an hour or two they all decided to go to sleep. Ali really wanted to join Underground again and be with the people he enjoys hanging out with and where he really became a criminal. A couple days past with Ali not flying in and when he flew in he gave Trey a call (UG Member), they talked for a little before meeting up at UG's HQ where there was a few member's and Melody. Ali and Mel talked for a little and Ali told Mel how serious he is about this and wasn't going to leave UG again and that it was a permanent stay this time. Mel talked it over with her High command and made the decision to let Ali be a rat again. After 30 minutes of finally being back in Underground Ali and a few member's started hitting gun stores and clothing stores and Ali really felt he was where he wanted to be. Ali made a joke saying that they should kidnap a cop and use him to rob a bank and they Mel and Trey agreed, Ali was surprised but was %100 down for whatever, so that's what they did. Ali called the cop known as Ax Spencer, a hated cop within Underground and set up a bait for him, he told him he was gonna sell him a Remus for 50k and met him at the bank to finalize it. Ali somehow got Ax in his car and drove him to the back of UG's HQ.bFEtt2y.png

From there Mel decided to shave his head as a little get back for being a pain the the a** to UG. Ali and Trey got Ax in the back of the contender and went to see if any banks where available to get hit. Sadly no banks where able to be robbed so Mel came up with an idea to call the cop's and demand ransom for Ax's release, so that's what they did, Trey called the cops while Ali kept driving around with Ax in the trunk so they couldn't just come to their location. The Detective got on the frequency that was given in the 911 call and had a conversation with them for around 30 minutes, they demanded 500k for his release but they weren't willing to give that much, after debating they decided on 50k but since they were being difficult and UG was smarter then they look, the money was never given and Ali and Trey told the Detective they were going to kill him, so they gave Ax a radio to talk to the Detective for any last words and Ax decided to state the name's of the people that were involved, that's when Ax was shot dead and left in the mountains.

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With Ax being dead the only thing that mattered in that moment was getting out of there. Trey and Ali made it back to UG HQ and decided to start running to Ali's house not far. That's when a cop car saw them running and stopped to investigate and see if they were the one's who kidnapped Ax. Ali and Trey went different ways and split up, Ali went to his house and Trey ran to get his bicycle. The cop followed Trey and got more units on him, as well as Air 1. Ali didn't want Trey to go down for it so he told Trey to go in the alley way they last saw each other, once Trey was there Ali started shooting at the cop's in hope Trey got away, Trey ended up getting away with all of PD's focus on Ali. Ali had a little shootout with a bunch of cop's but wasn't able to get away.

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Ali was fine for going down for a few Attempted murder charges as long as Trey got away. Ali ended up only getting 3 years in prison and no time served for the kidnapping or murder of Ax Spencer as they had no evidence it was them.

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