The American South-West really did live up to it's name as the "Wild West", from it's somewhat humble beginnings to the beacon of civilization it has become today. Within the last decade or so, this area of America had suffered an extraordinary rise of crime in it's major cities, throwing some areas of peaceful suburbia into chaotic battlefields of seemingly endless gang-war. When the fires did eventually begin to die down, life continued as usual. However, America was tense after this period after the government of the nation itself nearly collapsed from economic stress and was on the brink of revolution and civil war. The City of Angels was experiencing an all-out war between the mafia's, triads, cartels and all sorts of gangs in one gigantic war against the city, turning the iconic city into an urban warzone. The police had very little power to stop them, and this left many innocents dead. It seemed nobody could stop them. Until one faithful night...
Jessica was in her room. While the rest of california was nosediving into poverty where she was living the platinum triangle made up of Bel air, Beverly hills and Holmby hills was the same as usual filled with the rich, arrogant and elite. Jess however felt different about it and instead of gating off the triangle from the rest of los angeles like all the other rich people wanted she instead decided to deal with the problem herself. After contacting some guy called Eli and telling her dad who offered some money for her cause. She headed off to meet with him and help set up the gang he wanted.
Elijah was inside of his home, inside of the lounge room. The windows were reinforced due to the shocking crime rate that had exploded in Compton, using the same material that is put on "Hurricane and Tornado proof" homes with the added bonus of being bullet-proof that gave it the appearance of a normal home. He did not mess around in the means of protecting himself, using the same method of safety that would be associated with a nuclear bunker into his little home. He was expecting a women to arrive soon, she seemed to be an extraordinarily nice person and would love to make her acquaintance. What Elijah had was an idea, an idea that would either backfire horribly and result in his demise or would make him the most powerful person on the planet other than the puppet president of the United States. His idea of a gang was that they were essentially "Criminals with ethics", in that he still organized in illegal activity such as drug production and trafficking, robbery and so forth while doing what he could to assist to the shocking amount of homeless and poverty ridden people of LA. He had an idea. An idea that would change the city, hopefully, for the better.
The giant had just entered the south of California, his big old, customized Dodge Ram revving through the highway; It was all black, armored with heavy steel. A big plow from a bulldozer formed a shield on the thick, heavy-duty rim. A big towing-rig on the back swayed as the machine rolled on, and the steel-covered buck skull -complete with huge horns- made the truck with tinted windows that much more intimidating. Some tool-boxes lined around the tow-rig, and three extra wheels were stored, attached to the bed; One on each side of the bed as well as on the back. He tucked back his cowboy hat to see better, his German-shepherd, Katy laying on his lap, Jeremiah's big hand stroking his companion's head slowly. He was finally here, and was wondering what he should check out in the city first...
Jessica pulled up to Eli's home in a heavily modified red Bentley New continental GT V8 S with black and red leather seats. By heavily modified the engine was amped up and the black tinted windows and body work was bullet proof. As well as an in built Central touchscreen computer that monitors everything in the car from speed to altitude and how close your car is from hitting something when trying to park. She open the car door and slung her purse over her shoulder before knocking on the door.
Elijah opened up the door to see Jessica standing before him, and greeted her with a warm smile before allowing her to enter. He was dressed in his most formal clothing, a completely black suit with a black shirt to add to his black hair. The lounge room was not exactly of 'high' standards and it was far from it, but it was the best he could have done. An wooden coffee table, some pictures up on the wall, two old sofas that were starting to fall apart and a outdated television set from the early 90's was some of the features. Elijah took the seat farthest away from the coffee table and gestered Jessica to sit down with him.
(We might need an ooc for this, guys. Probably to ask each other questions, but not for much. In the meantime, can you guys tell me how my guy can meet your characters?) The big man pulled over to a rest-stop on the outskirts of the city, just a few miles away. It had not surprised him he got few looks of admiration as he pulled his ten foot high and 20 foot long ride into a truck stop. As he got out, a man came over to him. He was stocky guy of regular height, wearing a straw cowboy hat, a white and blue plad shirt, blue jeans, light brown cowboy boots, sunglasses, and had long, grey, scraggly hair. "That has got to be the most manly ride I've ever seen, son. Mind if I take a peek under the candy wrapper?" The big man chuckled and beckoned the other man to come and see. He opened the heavy-metal hood, revealing a massive engine. "I'll be a son of a gun," The older man said. "Supercharged... V16? You must be an engineering genius!" Jeremiah replied back in his incredibly deep, resonant voice. (Think of Sam Elliot.) "Nah, just tinkered with it. But in case you want to know, it can run on Nitro." "No kiddin'." The old man scratched his head, they shook hands, and the one guy wandered off, apparently just leaving the stop. Jeremiah let out Katy. He knew she would hang around, and she was a very intelligent dog. She knew that she only had to growl to make a bad person leave, knew that she couldn't bite or scratch anyone, and would even let people, especially children, pet her and stuff, and would sometimes even play with them gently. She wouldn't, however, go anywhere far from Jeremiah, and would stay near the restrooms while he was in there. Inside, the giant couldn't help but scrunch his nose from the smell as he took a leak. When he finished up, he REALLY cleaned his hands, as he didn't trust the bathrooms there too much. He went outside, patting Katy's head. He unlocked and opened one of the toolboxes in the bed of his truck, getting out a large sub. He plopped down on a bench, eating it himself, and letting Katy have some, too. After around ten minutes, he finished, and after wiping his hands on his pants, got back in his car with his companion and drove off to the city. It was a cloudy day. Jeremiah could tell it was going to rain soon. He liked the rain, and was accustomed to it, mostly since he was from Oregon.
Jessica sat down placing her handbag to the left of the seat. She crossed her leg left over her right and spoke "So, its great to finally see you in person. So hows the gang going."
The large man dug into his back pocket, flipping out his phone, pressed in some numbers and called his friend Elijah. Katy looked up, exhaled deeply, and closed her eyes. It started sprinkling lightly, now, unsurprising to Jeremiah. He enjoyed the rain, and found it comforting as the inside of the heavy truck cooled over. He rolled down the passenger window, which Katy immediately got up to stick her head out of. The cowboy chuckled here lightly, knowing that his companion enjoyed the rain as much as he did, and also enjoyed sticking her head out, just like any dog. He himself rolled down his own window, allowing small droplets to fall on his arm sleeve.
(Making an OCC now) Elijah took a breath before responding. "It's been alright so far. Many people in this neighborhood have already joined me, so that's about thirty at the moment. They know of the ideals that we are fighting for and so forth, some being more....'patriotic' than others. The only thing that we are lacking are weaponry, training and well...some sort of way we can truly make ourselves known. Membership is not a problem yet, I'm expecting a large increase in numbers once we truly get going. So far, our weaponry is almost nothing but sidearms, knifes and a rifle or two. I'm not particularly fussed on the more dangerous side of things, such as the production of narcotics and any other sort of illegal activity. The most important thing to distinguish ourselves from the other wannabes and the big triads and gangs in the city is a name, can you think of any?"
"Good thing you've got a rich daddy's girl on your side then. My dads company may produce computer software but I am sure I could get him to ring up the security firm he hires from and persuade them to give us some stuff. Though probably only the basics." Jess leant over to grab her Iphone from her bag and switched it on. "im ready if you want it."
A group of fourteen, no leaders, just a team were sitting in a home, taking turns choosing their weapons. Austin Irich, a 19 year old man was one of the four men who had started this little gang, the Red Neck Gyat Club. 3 of his friends were black, 4 hispanic, 2 australian, and the rest of them white (as well as himself). They only had hunting rifles and pistols, but had plenty of ammunition. They had tracked down the same drug dealing gang that had killed Austin's family after five months. "Remember, no civvies, just the hostiles. If police come, find a way out of there and quick." A man said. Ex-Marine Jacob Walter found out his daughters were recently kidnapped by these drug dealers, and as far as everyone else is concerned, he wants his daughters back. "These a**holes are gonna get it." One of the hispanics said, he was Santiago Elvito, he wanted to avenge his wife and baby boys. They had died while he was driving, accidentally driving through a drive-by. The front tires were shot, causing the vehicle to go out of control. He crashed into a tree, and when he awoken he found his family with bullet holes in them. He was pissed. They group made their way out to the trucks, the night was warm and smelled of weed, they were near a beach. They took off, filling five trucks, they knew where they would find the prey, in an old wear house.
Elijah had a small grin come out of the corners of his mouth and he heard the offer being given to him. "Your assistance would be immeasurable, and for that, I believe that you should be rewarded. However, I cannot give you this reward as of yet. Once everything is running smoothly, then we can get straight to work." The man walked to his window, staring out of it for a brief moment before turning around. "With violence escalating at an increasing rate around this city, hundreds dying everyday, entire communities being ruled by an iron fist by triads and cartels. They claim to build a heaven out of this violence but their heaven is filled with nothing but horrors." Elijah said. "Out of the chaos, we are going to emerge as a beacon of hope for the people to look out for. They shall look out to us and see us perform our wonders. We are going to be Angels, and a kingdom shall be built." (I guess our little gang needed a name, and I cannot be original enough to create a clever one at the moment. So...do we agree on Angels?)
(Los Angeles Angels Or if you translate Los Angeles into English, The Angels Angels. Sounds pretty good.)) "Okay, I sent the text. The shipment of equipment, from light kevlar vest's to Tasers to semi automatics and general police weaponry will all be ours. Also I wonder what reward you have in mind." Jess locked her phone and placed it in her handbag.
The boys rode down the street and turned a sharp corner. They quickly got out making sure they had the weapons they needed, the gang were here, at the old warehouse. The group was split up into 3 teams, one for distraction, the other to sneak around and plant explosives, and the other for the ambush. Austin knew the "Red Neck Gyat Club" could use a better name, but not now. The Decoy team were at the front, beginning their distraction, shooting through the large aluminum doors of the warehouse. The Recon team snuck in, finding their target, and the pyro team were already setting C4's on the warehouse. Austin was with the recon team as they had already taken out two of the men, they continued their silent assault.
