Post by Craig Dillard on Sept 1, 2011 8:21:16 GMT -5
Craig parked his Savanna across the street from the basketball courts in East Los Santos and walked in the alley behind the Cluckin' Bell, where a grey van was located. A balding white man, looking 40-something, having spotted Craig, opened the back doors of his van and motioned with his hand for him to approach.
Craig: Did you bring what I was looking for?
Man: Two Micro-SMGs and a .45 Colt M1911, right?
Craig: That's right. How much you askin' for it?
Man: Well, the SMGs are $1,000 each and the pistol is $300 so that would be $2,300.
Craig: Kay, here's yo' money.
Craig counted $2,300 and handed them to the arms dealer. He then took his weapons, carefully brought them to his car and then drove away.
Craig: Did you bring what I was looking for?
Man: Two Micro-SMGs and a .45 Colt M1911, right?
Craig: That's right. How much you askin' for it?
Man: Well, the SMGs are $1,000 each and the pistol is $300 so that would be $2,300.
Craig: Kay, here's yo' money.
Craig counted $2,300 and handed them to the arms dealer. He then took his weapons, carefully brought them to his car and then drove away.