Flaco's Barbershop

[Benjamin Blanco]

Benjamin spends over $150,000 to build & open his new barbershop business/drug front.

Business Name: Flaco's Barbershop
Owner: Benjamin Blanco
Manager: Freddy "Flaco" Contreras
Primary Use: Legitimate Barbershop
Secondary Use: Main headquarters for La Coka Nostra's drug operations
Total Barbers: 10
Total Hairstylists: 5
Barbershop Reputation: 94
#of Employees: 30
# of Guards: 45
Barbershop Equipment: 15 Barber Stations, State of the art clippers, 30 Sharp Razors, A year's supply of shaving cream & aftershave, 20 Mirrors
Features: 20 Surveillance Cameras, 15 Chairs, An exclusive sound system, A large waiting area, 5 Sofas, 4 Flat Screen TVs, 2 Armories, An exclusive office in a private back room for meetings & major "business deals"
Protection: La Coka Nostra
Protection Income: $25,000 Per Month
Income: $50,000 Per Month
Upkeep: $20,000 Per Month

[Benjamin Blanco]

Benny Blanco walks into the barbershop with two of his men right behind him. He puts out his blunt and gives several guys in the barbershop a handshake. He then turns to his two bodyguards:

Benny: Aight boys, ya'll can chill here for a few minutes. Keep an eye out for cops and all that shit.
Guard#1: I gotcha' boss.

Benjamin then makes his way to the private back room where he finds Flaco Contreras counting this month's protection income. Benny then pats Flaco on the back and gives him a handshake:

Benny: Oye Flaco, que te paza?
Flaco: What's up Benny? Checkin' up on the profits?
Benny: Yeah. How are the numbers lookin' this month?

Flaco shakes his head:

Flaco: Not too good, boss. A lot of the competition has really been moving in. Some our boys are starting to think that we don't have the balls or the brains to go against those King-fucks from Seville Boulevard.
Benny: We can't just attack them. That's exactly what they're expecting. We gotta' go to our homies on Temple Drive. They've got the guns and the man-power to ride on the SBKs.
Flaco: You really trust those Ballas from Temple Drive, amigo?
Benny: I don't trust the Ballas... but I trust their lieutenant, Big O. That kid is loyal. They won't make a move unless he tells them too. Make the call.

Benny takes a stack off money from off the table and counts it on his way out the office. As he leaves, Flaco picks up his office phone and dials Orlando Madison's phone number only to find out that Orlando is hospitalized from an LSO drive-by.

[$avage Life]

**B&C**

- “ Blanco ain't never slow with collectin’ that paypah. Heard he hit dis spot up bout two times out tha month." Says the driver of the burgundy Huntley that was parked across the street from a barber shop in Chicano. A large cloud of smoke was then released from a stalky male who had been occupying the passenger side of the vehicle. “ Aight, we wait until tha door man roll out then we hit tha front.” The male say’s before taking another deep drag of his cigarette. The couple was known none other than Joker and Harley, The new Bonnie and Clyde of Los Santos and surrounding areas and they made sure their names caught the ears of the patrons of the city. They were both fitted in a pair of black cargo khaki pants that ran down into a set of firm, ebony steel toed boots. The upper body was fitted with black wife beaters, which were concealed by the bullet proof vest that rested snuggly against their chests. Their faces were disguised by white and black paint, giving off the impressions of a couple of clowns. <c>


- Reaching towards the back seat, Joker slips his fingers around the chamber of a 12 gauge, Mossberg pump and relocates it to his lap, it was almost show time. This barbershop had been a key location for some time now and it was finally time to see what actually went on inside. From underneath the driver’s seat, two Sig Sauer p226r .40 caliber pistols were revealed. With the chrome pistol stuffed into her waistline and the other in hand, Harley looks over to Joker and delivers a small nod before pushing the driver side door open and taking her exit. Joker followed only one step behind, carefully scoping the scene for any opposition. Upon reaching the front door, a single shell was loaded into the chamber of the shotgun, getting the weapon ready for action. Without warning, the door of the barber shop flew open and in rushed two clown like intruders. Before anyone could make a move, Joker places his finger along the trigger of his weapon, extends the barrel towards the ceiling and allows the single shot to ring out inside the small building. <c>


- “Aight muthafucka’s you know what dis is. Hit tha floor an empty dem pockets.” Joker screams as shifts another shell into the chamber and motions for his accomplice to circle the room. The barrel of the .40 caliber pistol swiftly shifted from body to body as the fragile frame of Harley maneuvered her way through the room and over to the trashcan. She quickly discards the items inside the can then begins to move around the room, collecting the valuables that the lovely patrons have bestowed at her feet. Once all of the items were collected, she grips the collar of a random barber and places the end of her weapon against his right temple. Harley then proceeds to press her body against the fear stricken man before a small smirk peels upon her lips. “You gonna open this room for me sweetheart?” She politely asks, before her thumb glides up the hammer, the loud clicked echoed throughout the room as the gun became ready. The barber began to stutter for the moment before he finally revealed that he was not the key holder. <c>


- The minor second of silence was broken by the hammer slamming against the pin inside the .40 caliber. A single bullet emerged from the barrel of the weapon, swiftly burying itself inside of the barbers dome. Blood burst out of the man’s head, painting the walls as well as the face of the young hoodlum woman. Her lips slowly parted, allowing her tongue to tempt her senses with a taste of blood, but her small moment of bliss was shatter by the screams of another patron in the background. Joker places the reloaded shotgun’s aim on the head barber, slowly guiding him into Harley’s direction. The man was greeted with a smile from the devious harlot before she jams the barrel of the weapon into his left side, intertwine her arm with his and proceed towards the private room. The door was then unlocked and the couple slowly enter, finding the one they call Flaco doing as a good worker should. The assisting barber was quickly disposed of with two shots to his abdomen before the aim of Harley’s weapon found Flaco’s head. “Alright paco, money in the bag and no bullshit or we could have a good ole time.” <c>


- Harley say’s with a seductive smile, keeping the target in sight and in line. Flaco quietly complies and fills the trash bin with the income of the business. Once all was done, Harley slips her free hand forward and wrangles the edges of the bag, removing it from its can before escorting her helper out into the front of the store with the other hostages. As she exits the back, Joker continues to maintain control over the crowd until Harley moves through the front door of the establishment. Slowly, Joker paces backwards until he reaches the door “Ya’ll have a good day now” He says as he drops the aim of his weapon and exits the building, leaving the hostages, face down upon the tile. Outside, the vehicle had been loaded and pulled to the curb as Joker sprinted towards the Huntley. The passenger door was opened, allowing him to slip inside while the tires squeal and spilled smoke into the air before speeding down the street. Once they had cleared a couple of blocks the vehicle was slowed down to a steady cruise as Joker nods towards the south bridge towards Ganton. <c>


-Upon reaching their destination, the vehicle slowly eased its way into a vacant alley, which was conveniently located down the street from a drug den used by a few GSF and LSO members. The car’s engine was killed by Harley before she reach’s inside her waistband and removes her secondary pistol. It was handed over to Joker, who exits the vehicle, lightly closing the door behind him. “Keep ya eye’s open; I’ll only be a min.” He says before he makes his way down the alley, towards the edge of the street, the next mark was targeted.<e>

[Benjamin Blanco]

Flaco immediately calls Benny to tell him what went down the day after he left. This will mean war.

[Benjamin Blanco]

After paying $8,500 ito repair damages to the barbershop, Benny is in the back office with his top Lieutenants, discussing how to get back at the ones that robbed the shop:

Benny: How's Flaco doing in the hospital? Has anyone heard anything?
Junior: I spoke to his girlfriend a few days ago. He took a couple shots in a couple different places, but the doctors say that our amigo is gonna live. He should be out in about a month.
Benny: That's fuckin' good news.

Benny turns to Cee as he stands up from his chair:

Benny: So do we have any idea yet on who it was that hit our spot a few weeks back?
Caesar: Still nothing yet, Benny. A few witnesses saw what happened though. Apparently those two putos that robbed us were seen pulling off and driving toward Ganton. I think it might've been those Los Santos Outlaw fucks that we spoke about before. They may be trying to send us a message.

Benny sucks his teeth as he lights a blunt and takes a deep inhale. Several seconds later, he exhales as he heavily sighs:

Benny: Fuck those pinche vatos. I want an army of us marching down to their hangout tonight. We're gonna burn Ganton down to the fuckin' ground.
Ringo: So you want us to get our soldiers organized and ready for war, boss?
Benny: That's exactly what I what you all to do. We'll meetup back here with our crews around ten o'clock, tonight. Understood?

Everyone nods yes as they each give Benny a handshake and slowly leave, one at a time.