Emmet's }{ Open for all

[Craig Dillard]

After the win of Grove Street over Ballas, GSF earned enough money to invest in Emmet's gun dealership, and bought new guns. Trey and CJ walked in Emmet's yard, where he was showing one young gangster wearing green how to use a gun.

Emmet: If you hold it with the right hand then ya aim it with the right eye, boy. Y'know what I'm sayin'?

CJ: Hey whassup Emmet?

Emmet: Heeey...you Beverly's boy, right? Carl, is it?

CJ: Yes sir. Who's yo' friend?

Emmet: This is a grandson of my buddy, CJ. He's with Seville boys, and I'm showin' him how to handle a weapon. Who's with you?

CJ: This playa over here is called Trey, and he's the OG of Ganton Killas, Grove allies. He's a real good soldier.

Emmet: Nice to meet you boy. Anyway, what you kids want?

CJ: We need some straps, Emmet. What do you have for us?

Emmet: There's some new submachine guns that arrived, let's see.

Emmet gave them two Mp5s.

Trey: Thanks a lot, Mr Emmet.

They left, and Emmet continued teaching the kid how to shoot.

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Sam Fisher sends Chaos to Emmet's to buy guns for the Seville Blvd Brims. Chaos walks up to Emmet coaching the same little boy.

Chaos: Yo Emmet; how are you sir?
Emmet: I'm ok son. Watcha lookin for?
C: I'm lookin to strap about 30 altogether.
E: Well lemme show what I got. *opens the dumpsters containing the guns*
C: Let me get these... a few of these... and all these.
E: Ok. Ima need $30,000 for all this.
C: I got $10,000 now.
E: Ok boy. I'ma be waiting for the rest of my money. Don't make he have to track you down.

Chaos has bought 5 AKs, 10th Shotguns, and 15 9mms
Chaos puts the guns in the back of Sams Huntlee and drives to Peir 1016.

[Craig Dillard]

Trey came to Emmet. There was a truck, and a worker showed a rocket launcher to Emmet.

Worker: Look at this, Emmet. Perfect to kill someone in a car or a house or whatever.

Emmet: What about these sniper rifles?

Worker: They're good too. You can take someone out from a really big distance.

Emmet: How big?

Worker: Hey I'm not an assassin man I'm a driver. I just transport weapons, I don't kill people. Anyway, if you're gonna take this all, that's gonna be $500,000.

Emmet: You lil...didn't ya say $200,000?

Worker: I'm sorry, Emmet, it's hard to live in South Central. Do you have the money or don't?

Emmet: I'm payin' you $200,000.

Trey: It's ok, pop. I'm gonna pay that.

Trey handed the money to the man and they put the guns in Emmet's dumpsters.

Emmet: Thanks boy. You want guns?

Trey: Nah, I'm heated. Anyway I wanted to see how you doin' man.

Emmet: Good...still servin' the Families, boy. You wanna beer?

Trey: That'd be cool, sir, thanks.

Emmet gave him a bottle.

Trey: So...do you sell guns to the Ballas?

Emmet: Ballas?! Hell no! The Ballas reigning Willowfield is done, boy. I think that Get Money Mafia is now ruling, but I ain't never sold them guns.

Trey: Yeah...listen, I was thinkin' to ask you sumthing, to suggest you. Hmm...Listen I've been thinkin', Carl's been thinkin' too and we consider the idea fo' you to move yo' shop from Ganton. Y'know, Grove Street. Whaddoya say about that home?

Emmet: No boy. I was born in Willows. Sorry.

After drinking the beer, Trey left.

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Sam send Chaos to pay Emmet another $10,000. As Chaos drives he notices a car that seems to be following him, but he disregards it. He makes it to Emmet's safely.

Chaos: Yo Emmet! Where you at man?
Emmet: *slurred speech* Err.... PRESENT TEACH!!!
Chaos: This nigga drunk as a skunk. Emmet I got some paper for you homie.
E: Oooooo... It so green boy. You one of them Johnson boys?
C:*to himself* This nigga trippn.

Someone walks up behind them. Chaos pulls out his Uzi and turns around.

Chaos: Who the fuck are you?
Stranger: Whoa homie. I need a strap.
C:*says to himself* that nigga look familiar *to stranger* Emmet ain't in no shape to sell a strap. Come back later.
S: Awight brah. *walks off*
C:*turns back to a drunken Emmet* Ima be back later dawg.

Chaos walks to his car. A figure is behind him gaining ground. Chaos turns around with his Uzi drawn when the figure gets close enough. It's a kid, he look scared to death. Chaos sighs and smile at the kid while he lowers his Uzi. The kid smiles back and pulls out a pistol. The kid shots Chaos and takes the envelope the money is in. Chaos is left bleeding on the sidewalk. An old lady finds him and calls an ambulance.

[Craig Dillard]

Tomorrow, Trey comes back and sees a pool of blood on the sidewalk. The kid Emmet trained, was shooting the bottles. Emmet wasn't around.

Trey: Hey where's Emmet?

The boy, 16-year-old, turned his gun to Trey.

Kid: I'm takin' yo' fucking gang over!

Trey smiled. Kid's gun was too near his face. Suddenly, Trey moved his hand on the side, and punched him two times: in the chest and in the jaw. The kid fell on the ground and dropped his gun. Trey picked it up and put it on the kid's head.

Trey: You a lil' lunatic, kid, uh? Where's Emmet?

Kid: Went to buy more guns.

Trey: Who was killed on the street there?

Kid: I shot some nigga and took his cash. He wasn't green, he wasn't a Ganton, he was just a nigga.

Trey: I saw you shoot, kid. How old are you? He handed the pistol back.

Kid: 16. Why?

Trey: I came to recruit you. You gonna help Grove, kid. Of course, if you want.

Kid: So I'm joining The Ganton Mob?

Trey: Both that and Grove Street Families, homie. So what you say?

The kid accepted and said his name's Marcus. Trey then left.

[Orlando Madison]

As Trey leaves, a purple sabre with black tinted windows is parked around the corner. Inside of the car are four Temple Drive Balla soldiers under Orlando:

Balla#1: Ya'll see dat?
Balla#2: What?
Balla#1: That Trey nigga just recruited a new homie. That nigga look young as fuck!
Balla#4: Hell yeah homeboy!

The Ballas laugh as they drive up to Marcus. Marcus nervously grasps his pistol tightly. All four Ballas exit the car. Each of them are armed with baseball bats. Marcus starts to panic:

Marcus: We... we.. we don't like d... de... dem colors around... here...
Balla#4: Fuck you lil nigga! Yo colors can suck ma dick!
Balla#3: Hell yeah, ya'll green bitches killed ma big fuckin brother!

One of the Ballas swings their bat towards Marcus as he dodges it and points his pistol at the Balla. Everyone freezes. Marcus pulls the trigger... but he's out of ammo. The Ballas start to grin as they begin to pummel him to the floor with their baseball bats. After doing much damage, the Ballas fled back into their car and speed back to Temple Drive without being seen by anyone, since it was close to midnight. Marcus is now in a coma for two months, and since there were no witnesses, nobody knows who did it.

[Carlos Torres]

After accepting Orlando's offer, Hector sends Carlos, Victor and two other LCs down to Emmet's. As they got out, Carlos withdraws his Tec-9. Victor, armed with a shotgun, and the other two, armed with AK-47s, run at Emmet and knock him down. Victor held him down while the others piled the guns into their bags. Then Victor threw Emmet into an empty dumpster and locked him in. Then the LCs ran into the car, with all of Emmets weapons, and sped back to San Fierro, not attacked on the way.

[Craig Dillard]

Just when he arrived to Ganton, Trey received a phonecall from Emmet.

Trey: Whassup?

Emmet: You gotta come down here, son. Bad news. It's...it's Marcus. I think...his grandfather...

Trey: What's going on, Emmet?

Emmet: It's Marcus, the kid. I think he's dead.

Trey immediately drove back to Emmet and spotted Marcus, on the ground. He was beaten to a bloody pulp.

Emmet: They robbed me. They took all guns...

Trey: Fuck the guns! Who did this?

Emmet: Is he dead?

Trey: He's alive, but he's fucked! God, he's a 16-year-old kid! Listen, old man. We're going to put this kid in the hospital, and you're moving to Grove. That a'ight? Fine!

After that, Trey put Marcus in the hospital and put a lot of guards there. Emmet moved from the shop to Grove Street cul-de-sac, placing his gun shop behind the small basketball court.

[Benjamin Blanco]

After Emmet moves, the GMM takes over Emmet's old location and begin to sell guns to various local criminals. If anybody in the area wants to buy guns now, they must buy it from the GMM.