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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Nov 27, 2009 0:53:36 GMT -5
Proprietor: Rhyno Rodriguez
Size: Large Bar
Protection: GMM
Primary Use: Strip Club
Secondary Use: GMM Drug Front
# of Employees: 15
# of Guards: 25
Features: 5 Surveillance Cameras, 2 60 Inch Plasma Screen TV's, A back room where GMM drug scientists handle the drugs, An Armory, A Drug Lab
Income: $50,000
Upkeep: $25,000
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Nov 27, 2009 2:30:36 GMT -5
Mikey and 3 other new LSB's walk into the Club. Mikey tells the others to do what they want while he goes into the back. Then he walks away from the group. After walking into the backroom and seeing Rhyno, Mikey sat down.
Mikey: Hey Rhyno, long time no see. Listen, me and my gang are falling, could you give us a lil' boost?
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Nov 27, 2009 13:30:50 GMT -5
R: Well, what ever you're planning to do, GMM has your back.
M: Thanks homie.
R: No problem. I have 2,000 crazy young soldiers out on the street in Los Santos. I can give you 100 soldiers which will leave me with 1,900. I'll also give you 5 kilos of crack as a gift which is worth $50,000 on the street. This should be enough to help you guys restart up.
M: Thank you man, I owe you one.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Nov 27, 2009 13:48:22 GMT -5
Mikey: Thanks homie. Anyway, time to talk business. We need to take out threats. AKA Long Live Seville. I say fuck them! We roll down down Playa Del Seville tonight and rub these motherfuckers out!
Rhyno: Yeah homie! We go down and bang these bitches.
Mikey: Anyways... I say that you and me and some other boys roll down there and start shooting. Then if they call for back-up, we get all of our gangs here and take out Sam and LJ.
Rhyno: Aigh't. We meet in East LS then roll down to Seville and rub 'em out.
Both: Los Nuestra Familia for life!
Mikey: Peace out homie.
Mikey gets up, collects his men and they all leave.
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Nov 27, 2009 20:07:31 GMT -5
As the LSB's leave, Rhyno tells all of his OG's:
R: TONIGHT WE PREPARE FOR WAR! WE'RE BURNING PLAYA DEL SEVILLE TO THE GROUND!
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Nov 28, 2009 2:30:18 GMT -5
Rhyno drops by to collect his weekly income of $25,000.
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Post by Senator Nicholas Primo on Mar 28, 2010 10:56:39 GMT -5
Bobby Stromboli & Mickey Vagima, two Primo soldiers, walk into the strip club and see Chief Fred Patterson, Cheif of the SFPD getting a private lap dance. He looks at them uneasily as they walk upto him:
B: Scram babe, we got some official business with the Cheif here. (The striper leaves the room)
Chief: What the fuck! That was my last $20! Who the fuck are you assholes!?
M: We're made men in La Famiglia Primo.
Chief: What? Oh wait... don't tell me you guys work for that Vinnie Primo guy. (Bobby nodds his head) Fuck! I alrerady get enough shit from his brother out in San Fierro, and now I gotta deal with em here too!?
B: We're here on Don Primo's orders, because he would like to be friends with you.
M: If you help us out, we'll help you out.
Chief: What? So he can have another political official in his pocket? I don't think so.
M: (Mickey pulls out some photos and tosses them to the Chief) ISn't that you, with some cheap hooker?
Chief: How did you... what... I... please, the public can't find out about this. If they do, I'll be out of a job, and my wife will leave me!
B: Don Primo will make sure that nobody finds out about this, as long as you become friends with our family. Deal? (Bobby shakes Chief Patterson's hand)
Chief: Deal. If anybody gives your family a hard time, they'd better not step foot in San Fierro. If they do, I'll see to it that they spend a long time in prison. (Bobby & Mickey then leave)
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