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Post by Craig Dillard on Aug 31, 2011 15:13:14 GMT -5
Type: A small house Craig Dillard lives in.
Upkeep: $500 a month
Description: A living room (with a sofa, a coffee table and a TV), a kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom.
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Post by Craig Dillard on Aug 31, 2011 15:16:46 GMT -5
Ring from the telephone woke Craig up. He was rubbing his eyes as he picked it up.
Craig: Yeah?
Voice: Yo, Craig, that you?
Craig: Who's this?
Voice: Lamar, man! We agreed to a deal this morning, remember?
Craig: Yeah, I'm gonna do it. Where is you gonna be?
Lamar: I'm gonna wait for you in the alley behind the Binco. A'ight man, catch you later.
After finishing the conversation, Craig washed his face, brushed his teeth, ate breakfast, got dressed, armed himself and left the house.
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Post by Craig Dillard on Sept 1, 2011 8:49:25 GMT -5
Craig comes to his house and puts his guns and drugs under his mattress. He brushes his teeth and goes to sleep.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Sept 1, 2011 8:51:51 GMT -5
Tito walks up to Craig's house and knocks.
T: Hell, this guy better be home.
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Post by Craig Dillard on Sept 1, 2011 8:54:28 GMT -5
Craig opens the door and sees an unknown face.
Craig: Yeah?
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Sept 1, 2011 8:55:35 GMT -5
T: You Craig Dillard?
Tito rolls a marijuana joint and smokes it.
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Post by Craig Dillard on Sept 1, 2011 8:57:13 GMT -5
Craig: Yeah, who the fuck are you again?
Craig didn't know a lot of people but his friend Lamar was connected so this may be one of his contacts.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Sept 1, 2011 8:59:21 GMT -5
T: My name is Tito Mendez. I was told you could help me deal and import drugs into Los Santos.
Tito puffs on the joint.
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Post by Craig Dillard on Sept 1, 2011 13:36:04 GMT -5
Craig: Yeah, I think I know your name. Why don't ya come in, man.
He moved from the door.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Sept 1, 2011 14:29:09 GMT -5
Tito nods and heads into the living room, sitting on the coach, followed by Craig. Tito turns on the TV, showing the news report of Michael Diego's murder.
T: Fuck me, news travels fast. Anyway, how would you like to form a drug cartel importing and exporting marijuana and cocaine?
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Post by Craig Dillard on Sept 1, 2011 14:32:08 GMT -5
Craig: I'm cool with that. But fo' that operation we need money. My homie Lamar is connected to the city's most influential cats, he can help us out with that.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Sept 1, 2011 14:38:57 GMT -5
T: Yeah, man. I met up with this guy in prison. Enrique Gomez. He's a cool guy. And I have a leftover warehouse where we can make the dope and store it. You down?
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Post by Craig Dillard on Sept 1, 2011 14:45:29 GMT -5
Craig: Yeah, we gonna do this, man. We gotta meet up somewhere and talk. I'm gonna bring Lamar and tell'im to talk to other successful cats and you bring your guy Enrique, a'ight?
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Sept 1, 2011 15:02:22 GMT -5
T: Shall we say tomorrow night back here?
C: Yeah, aight'.
Tito and Craig pound and Tito leaves.
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Post by Craig Dillard on Sept 1, 2011 15:37:20 GMT -5
Fifteen minutes after Tito left, Craig grabbed his phone and called Lamar.
Lamar: Hey, C.
Craig: Hey, listen, nigga. I just met with this guy, Tito Mendez, and I think we got a new partner. So I need yo' ass tomorrow night at my place, and bring some of your connections, a'ight?
Lamar: A'ight, man, I hear you.
They ended the conversation and Craig turned on the TV.
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