King's Stash House

[Joseph Demon Climer]

This House is a Secret Distrabution set up that belongs to the Seville Blvd Kings this front moves ten thousand tablets of Ecstacy a week there is a gararge out front with a white loading truck there is twenty five Armed kings here as well as fifty patrolling the area.

In Charge Of Operation: Trey "Iceman" Climer
Income: $250,000 A Week
Money sent to Fierro: $125,000
Money sent to bank vault: $125,000

[Joseph Demon Climer]

Demon Collects $50,000 From the business.

[Benjamin Blanco]

Ringo and a few of his boys are parked in an all-black Mercedes Benz across the street from the house. They're scoping out the hood, keeping an eye on the Kings' operations for Benny Blanco. Ringo spots Trey Climer walk into the house. He then pulls out his cellphone and calls Caesar.

Ringo: Ay Cee, I think we found those putos that setup Young Hoover. Looks like they're rollin' with the Seville Boulevard Kings.
Caesar: The Kings... them small-time vatos think they can fuck with our business?
Ringo: I guess so. Right now it looks like they're throwing some kind of meeting. You want us to crash the party?
Caesar: No. Benny wants us to lay low for now. Just keep an eye on them, hermano.
Ringo: You got it, Caesar.

Ringo then hangs up as his crew continues to scope out the Kings. They then proceed to circle around the block.

[$avage Life]

- The soothing sounds of ‘Thug Life’ by Shell ft. Foxx, coasts throughout the interior of the tan Perennial that was parked down the block from the condo. A cloud of smoke escapes the lips of Sham as his dark brown orbs; scan the streets of the beach’s strip. “You sho dat’s da one?” Sham says to the female that was standing outside his passenger side door. “Yea dat’s da one.” She says. “They always be havin a lot of guns an traffic movin’ from dat place, plus all da security are loco for some of dese girls out hea.” She went on to add before Sham dismisses her from the vehicle and looks to his three comrades who accompanied him in the vehicle. “Make dat call, we gotta do dis smooth. No fuck ups.” Moving his attention to his rearview, he watches the female slowly pace down the street. “Bitch talks too much…handle dat.” He say’s to his passenger, before the youngster climbs out of the vehicle and follows the woman to handle the job. -c-

- They had been scoping this place for quite some time and there seemed to be a familiar car in the area, possibly a rival gang, but they were abit too late on the take. Another one of the members was instructed to make a phone call and he complied silently as Sham inhales another lung full of toxic marijuana smoke. Ten minutes had gone by before a black Greenwood, pulled in behind Sham’s vehicle which held five LSO members, as well as a pink Sultan that contained four females from Ganton. The Sultan cruised down the block and stops directly in front of the condo, drawing the attention of the guards who patrolled the building. “Les do it,” Sham says as he puts his cigar in the ash tray and slips the black knitted mask across his face. The driver side door of the Perennial opens and Sham steps out, dressed in a pair of black jeans which matched the black hoody that covered his upper body. The door to the vehicle was closed after he reaches up, touching his chest to insure that the bulletproof vest was still intact. -c-

- The following car unloaded its occupants as the two that rode with Sham exit the vehicle. Once the eighth gangster rejoined the folds, Sham was handed an AK-47 , similiar to the one's his group was carrying before they slowly crept up the block, silently reaching the corner of the condo. An order from Sham sent four of the LSO to the front condo, to kick things off, while the fifth was assigned to take out the spies that occupied that mysterious vehicle. On the street, the pink Sultan was quickly crowded by the patrolling guards as they gawked at the females but that all changed once three of the four females inside the vehicle, each revealed tec-9’s and begin firing shots into anyone that they could hit. The squealing of tires was then heard as the Sultan quickly speeds off, while Sham and his crew moved quietly to the beachfront of the condo. Once the machine gun fire started, they all knew it was time for business. -c-

- Moving around to the stairs, they quickly make it upward and crash through the glass that displayed the beach. Sham was the first person inside the building and the aim of his AK was on point. As the small group moved throughout the house, they cleared each room, allowing their bullets to feast on the flesh of any SBK that stood in their way. In the midst of the action, Sham calls out to two of the youngsters “Get all dis shit togetha so we can get da fuck outta hea.” The two quickly obey as Sham and the remaining member of his group move to the second floor of the condo. Two SBK gangsters met Sham on the stairs but were quickly disposed of as Sham opened fired on the couple, splitting their bodies like cigarillos. The duo jumped from room to room, executing anyone that wasn’t with their set and once the floor was cleared, they began bagging any money, drugs or access weapons that could be salvaged. -c-

- The small group that had been inside the condo had reconnected and made their way to the garage, where they loaded their goods and also kept what was inside the truck. The battle outside had come to an end, with the LSO victorious. There were a few wounded soldiers, but they all got their revenge as the paced the area, shooting a single bullet into any breathing SBK member. The large truck slowly pulls out of the garage and moves into the street as Sham follows behind on foot. “Aiight, get dis shit to da spot.” He say’s before he turns to look at the condo. “Burn dis bitch.” He commands as he begins his walk down the street towards his vehicle. Cocktails were retrieved from the trunk of the greenwood and the cloth that hung from the bottles mouth was ignited before the gas filled containers were launched into the condo. As Sham entered his vehicle and started the engine, he gazed upon the condo. The flames looked so beautiful as they engulfed the once livable establishment, quite mesmerizing in a way. Once the deed was done, all LSO returned to their vehicles and slowly pulled away from the scene. –e-

[Benjamin Blanco]

Ringo witnesses the entire thing while sitting in his black SUV parked across the street with his crew. No one sees them in the car, since they have black tinted windows. Ringo pulls out his cellphone and calls Caesar to tell him that the SBKs & the LSOs are at war....