Arival
(these chapter are unedited but I just wanted to put it out, idk if it is a good read but I hope you will like it)
Keith, an bank robber from New York moves to San Andreas to start a new chapter in his live. After his last crew fell apart, he needed something new and San Andreas had that.
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Keith arrived to San Andreas airport via the plane that left New York the day prior. He left the day before to Arrive early in the morning, so he can explore the surroundings and meet some of his contacts before settling in.
Keith had plans to make some money. The underworld in San Andreas is big. He had some contacts in the lost that could help him out.
Plus the connections that he made in New York past him on to a fixer in town, while he was laying low a for a while Lester crest did have the information that could make anyone big.
The contacts from NY also made him aware of the gangs and mafia leaders in and around the area. Martin Madrazo and the families where big but nothing he would worry about.
Keith knew some members of the lost mc, but he hadn't spoken to them in quite some time. Different branches of the lost meant different people. It would be strange of him to just show up at their doorstep, not like he couldn't do that but he would likely be shot before he could reintroduce himself.
After his job went south in NY Keith decided to lie low, but the pressure didn't really pass like he expected it to. It might sound strange but robbing the federal reserve in New York didn't come with problems excluding the death of some of the crew.
It was just the aftermath that Keith had to deal with. Most of the crew Keith was with died and those not dead where in custody only Keith and one of his crew Bary made it out with the money.
Out of the original six members, three were dead, one was in jail and the other was traumatized and quit after we returned to the base. The guy that set us up with the job hadn't talked to us about anything when he received the money, he was just gone in a day fleeing NY , a couple days after the heist I got transferred the money but I couldn't do much with it. The deaths caused the amount I received to be lower that normal and the fact that not everything that we stole made it back to the fence.
The guy that was captured snitched on us. Thus Keith and Bary's description where out, it didn't matter to Bary he was planning to quit, he saved the money to retire but Keith didn't he spent most of his earnings on his bike collection.
The confession didn't matter much, they only had a face and a fake name, well at least my fake name. Keith didn't know if Bary did the same but the name Bary just didn't feel right on the guy so he suspected it to be fake.
With just a code name and a description of Keith out, moving was a wise choice. The description of him was accurate enough to be looked for. 'The fucker snitched the moment he was captured'
On the news a drawing of Keith and a covered picture of him when he did the robbery where shown with the description reading;
Vince; a armed and dangerous suspected of the robbery of the federal reserve in New York. He is a man with a long hair and a thick beard having a scar under his left eye with sharp bleu eyes. Most other features are obscured or are not certain. If you see a man with that description in or around New York please call the police and inform your findings.
With the description out and about Keith decided to shave his hair of, leaving only a thick moustache and a bald head, but the details on his scar where obvious for anyone who looks. So Keith deciding to leave NY and buy a clubhouse all the way in Los Santos with money earned from hard work, it wasn't to great but for laying low it did the job. He had to pay extra for some things to be installed into 137 capital Blvd and sadly he couldn't take his precious bike collection as they would be a big announcement to the cops where he was going. He could on the other hand take one and let the others be delivered in instalments, so as to not arouse any suspicion he probably needing to go thru a fake buyer to take them of himself.
'The IRS don't fuck around when they notice something is up with all your untaxed dollars.'
Well that was the past now it is a new beginning
"Taxi!"
Shouting to get the cabs attention he stopes before Keith
Keith stepped into the vehicle the as he was asked
"Where to?"
The cab driver looked to him via his mirror.
"137 capital Blvd."
Humming the cab driver takes of..
Of to his new home.
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When buying a new building in San Andreas, you would see people interested in helping you set it up with stuff and while their help was nice, Keith didn't need it. The suggestions that he received where good for the clubhouse that it was advertised as but Keith didn't really have a club now did he.
So while some parts stayed, Keith didn't hire a barmaid and a mechanic. He could just simply do it himself.
The purchase of the place did connect Keith to Malcom an associate of the lost mc, who helped him with the possibilities of creating his own biker club, but that was for the future. Malcom did provide Keith with some job overs handy for when he needed money.
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Arriving to his would be home – a two story clubhouse near a highway and having easy access to the roads heading downtown and out of town. It was a bit out of reach, but that is why he bought it.
As Keith entered the garage he looked around the place, up on the second floor stood Malcom leaning on the railing.
"Yo. Good to see you Keith, it has been a long time."
"Malcom, how nice of you to come."
"I am looking after these joints, so of course I am here. You looking to make some kinda MC chapter of your own? Or what?"
"You know that I don't have a crew anymore, I am just looking for a good hideout."
Malcom let out a sigh
"You really don't want to start anything?"
"I am not saying that but before this is a clubhouse this is my home."
"Understood, still let me tell you about this place."
"Fine."
Malcom comes down the stares and points to the room next to the stairs.
"This is your office, in there are all the things you need to have. A computer, a bed, and closets for guns and clothes."
"Still looks pretty shabby."
"This is your place customise it to your liking."
Malcom leads Keith to the room on the other side of the stares
"This is where jobs are posted and business is discussed."
In the room was a large table, at the centre of it lay a club emblem a snake coiling around a broken skull, the broken skull represented the past and the snake would be the venom that volowed that pave.
"Mhh, could you not have it online?"
Sighing Malcom responds
"You know that we don't really have secure channels, it is best if we do it on privet property.
"Still the room is not that important to me."
"Ahh yes.. like I said you can change anything you don't like."
Moving out of the room Malcom points to the last remaining thing, The custom bike shop.
"The crown jewel of any clubhouse the bike shop… you sure you didn't want a mechanic?"
"I can handle that on my own."
"Suit yourself… Come we still have upstairs."
Climbing the stairs to the upper floor Keith sees the mural that he had requested. It was a nice mural of a setting sun over the city where Keith was from, NY.
The club emblem hang on the wall and under it stood the name, Road Serpents. The name of the club, while the club was still in its infant stages it fit the logo and his personal preference.
The style of the place could only be described as chaotic but clean.
"You said you didn't want to have a barmaid, but the bar is still here for if you change your mind."
"No this place is perfect for a good bedroom."
"You plan to make this perfect bar a bedroom, I can't allow that to happened Keith!"
"What you said I could change the building to my preference right?"
"But this goes to far!"
"Relax, I will think about it."
Heaving a relieved sigh Malcom added one more thing before leaving.
"If you want to get into the business contact me.. oke?"
"Sure will do."
With those parting word Malcom left riding his bike into the early morning sun.
The total costs of the club where around 1.3 million a heavy sum for sure but nothing Keith couldn't afford. Most of the cost came from the custom bike shop which cost around five hundred thousand. Leaving Keith with around one hundred thousand.
The house he had back in NY would be sold when all the bikes were transported over, so he would have some money to spend then but that would take at least a year to complete. So Keith was considering Malcom's offer but he still needed to settle everything in. Most importantly his bike that would arrive in a hour or less.
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Sitting in the 'Office' that had a window that allowed Keith to view the whole garage part of the building. He was browsing The Open Road network, while listening to a introduction recording Malcom left.
[Greetings new user]
[The wonders of modern technology have gifted us a small oasis in this… desert of our surveillance state, This brief respite from the x-ray gaze of civil servants, spooks and spouses. So, lets use it to make as much moua as we can.]
[Should you like, I can help you produce, market, and sell.. Quality counterfeit documents, Unimpeachable fake cash, Dank-ass marijuana, Moreish methamphetamine or your realtor's favourite, cocaine.]
[With my vast knowledge, and your time, effort and bank, we will be unstoppable..]
[Please be advised, only one business of each type can be owned, resupplies and sales are your responsibility, administrative fees will be charged for every transaction, and you business may draw unwanted attention from law enforcement or other malefactors… But that's half the fun.. hehe. Message me for further details. Your friend, Long John Teabag.]
Having finished the explanation Keith looks at the prices of some of these buildings. The cheapest of which is six hundred fifty thousand, all the way in grapeseed. Most expensive being almost two million.
"What does he expect from me?" Keith pondered aloud
Keith finished looking around the place, he had a pretty good idea for where everything will go and just in time to see his bike arrive.
The Pagassi Esskey – the bike that was delivered the your new home, it has good acceleration and an even better top speed.