crates

he was refreshed, a good meal and a quick sprunkstop would do that to a man.

-

Keith got back to the garage and finished the motorcycle by pouting all the pieces together.

He texted Jeff with the image of the bike attached, getting only a thumbs up in return.

"Lazy bastard.."

Keith muttered as he got into his car, heading towards the drop he had agreed to with Malcom.

….

Keith had arrived to the drop of location, the only problem was that Malcom hadn't arrived jet.

Waiting for half an hour was enough to text Malcom, but just before he could send his first message a car arrived, but it wasn't a vehicle from the Lost but instead one of the families, specifically the Vagos.

The Los Santos Vagos, also known as LSV or simply the Vagos, are a large Mexican street gang. They are said to be the largest Hispanic street gang in Los Santos and Are rumoured to have connections to the Mafia.

"Shit.."

Keith was backing up a bit. The actions of the opponent would determine the result of the confrontation.

"You Keith?"

"Depends whose asking.."

Keith was behind his car door, holding a pistol hidden from the 3 members of the Vagos that got out of their car.

"You see me asking, you Keith or not!"

The guy who asked the first time repeated the question.

"Ye I am Keith, what it to you."

"So you got the Drugs, that's great. We Heard that a deal was going on with the lost, so we contacted them."

"I wasn't informed of the change.."

"Well we weren't informed who stole our drugs, but that is the past, just like the deal you made with the lost is the past."

Keith was doubtful about how to react, he could shoot them but apparently they already knew he had the drugs, and they likely weren't the only one who knew. Accepting their offer would be the best.

"What is this new deal?"

"The Vagos have decided to give you the generous over of ten thousand for the ten kilo's."

"Ten thousand is way below market price."

"And?"

One of the Vagos members showed his gun, trying to threaten Keith.

"Its fine.."

Keith could always go to Malcom to get the rest of the money, or some other form of compensation.

After agreeing to the offer the exchange went without further problems, After the Vagos left. Keith called Malcom.

…

"Malcom, what happened to our deal?"

[The Vagos got word of the deal and the lost made the decision to prevent a gang war from breaking out.]

"I understand that part, but you didn't inform me of the happenings, what kind of friend are you!"

[Listen.. I can give you a discount on a property or something.]

"twenty percent?"

[Those properties are expensive, you said so yourself… I can to ten.]

"I lost two thirds of my profit and you can't lose two from the ten."

[You know that's not how it works.]

"And?"

[fifteen percent. No more.]

"Great, no more grudges. See you around."

...

"Well that sucked."

Keith was reminiscing at home, he headed home after getting the discount coupon on a motor club property.

When he was back Keith checked the prices of the Properties. There was a Meth lab in the area that interested Keith but the price was 1,729,000 without the fifteen precent off.

Keith had most of his money sitting in his warehouse, which housed fourteen crates after much more work than expected. Keith kept doing two crate missions to keep the cost down, but not every mission went with success, half of the time would cops get involved and the time it took went up drastically as to not get the warehouse cover blown.

Keith even had one mission were the crates were destroyed due to a malfunction by the drop off. His personal funds were also dwindling, the ten thousand dollars from the drug deal were enough to get the final two crate, but leaving him broke for a while as the money from the motorbike would come in a week.

Keith decided to try and fill the warehouse with the final two crates and them sell them in one go, he was informed that the more crates you have the bigger the profit margin.

He decided to pick up two crates that were in Banning. They would be picket up in an hour by the IAA, but he would be faster and arrive there within half an hour leaving him with a big enough window to deliver the crates back before The IAA would be the wiser.

…..

"Fucking cops!"

Keith was driving down the road but the van that he was in wasn't the fastest vehicle in the world.

The cop cars that were chasing him were the problem he was facing.

The problem was that the cop that was chasing him wasn't aware that this was a illegal smuggling operation but thought that Keith was just a car thief, so he had to lose the cop, if he didn't then when the IAA arrived and saw the van was missing they would look and that would bring more heat to Keith.

*Bang!*

The cop car slammed into the side of the alley. Keith had made a sharp turn into a alley but the cop car didn't react soon enough resulting in the slam, sadly the crash didn't incapacitate the cop or the car.

"PULL THE CAR OVER!"

The cop shouted via his speakers, as Keith turned into a different alley thinking about solutions to the chase.

'The train..?!'

Keith's warehouse was near the train tracks, because he had sourced crates many times he discovered around when the train arrived, and he could use that to his advantage.

He looked at his phone time to see when the train would arrive, Keith saw that the train would arrive within three minutes, thereby cutting it close but not impossible.

…

Keith was driving right before the tracks, he could already see the train approach, because of the vans speed he would be cutting it close but that would just mean that he would certainly lose the cops.

The original cop was lost in the chase he had crashed his car to many times resulting in engine failure, the two cop cars that were following him now weren't as gentile as the original, they started shooting rounds into the back immediately when they arrived.

Keith pout his foot on the gas, speeding up a little, but burdening the engine. Looking to avoid the train he drove on the left side of the road. But seeing that he would barley make it.

…..

The train operator was having a nice day, his shift would end when he would arrive over a hour later, leaving him with a nice long afternoon to enjoy.

All was going well, but he could hear sirens after entered downtown. Paying a little more attention to his track in case there was a crash or something.

It didn't happened often but when someone did crash on the tracks it didn't help when a train busted it up.

Ahead of him, the train operator saw a chase seen, a white van was being chased by two cop cars. The van seemed to be going for the tracks, trying to make it across without the cops.

The operator decided to slow down the train to try and let the cops chase after the van, but…

...

"HAHA!"

Keith shouted in the van, he had barley made it across the tracks because the train slowed down luckily the cops weren't as daring as he so when the train made a complete stop it was already blocking the entire road.

Keith made the final turn and hid the van in his warehouse. He decided to lay low until the cops were gone before looking for a potential buyer for the crates that he had collected.

….

After waiting until nightfall Keith got a call from Lester.

[Keith, I was looking into something with Franklin after there spiel went wrong, you interested to assist Franklin in his first job?]

"What did they do? And what kind of Job?"

[not on the phone meet me at Vespucci Beach, Franklin will be there to.]

"When?"

[Tomorrow at twelve.]

"Ill be there."

[Till then….]

Lester hung up the phone leaving Keith just confused on what Franklin did.

Setting it out of his mind Keith looked at the offers for the crates. There were three options for buyers, one paid more but wanted tree drops.

The other paid market price and was close by. Seemingly a part of the Families.

The last offer was a guy who offered a fifty percent bonus if Keith delivered it to a plane on the coast of LS.

While Keith wanted to chose the last offer, his plans for tomorrow didn't allow it, if he were to drive to the plane and back he would get no sleep and possibly fail the job Lester would give him, thereby blocking him from the chance for a while.

So Keith chose the one drop by the Families, because it was in their territory it was unlikely to be a sting operation by the cops.

Keith selected the second option, and called the buyer to confirm the place and amount.

Getting a positive respond Keith loaded all the crates into a Mule Custom, without any customisations contrary to the name.

….

Keith got into the Mule and started driving to Chamberlain Hills, the mule was even slower than the van he used to source the crates, it wasn't strange that the bigger vehicle was slower doe to its size and weight but if he ever was to reuse his sell vehicles he would at least upgrade the engine.

It was already dark when Keith left and when he arrived it was even darker, heavy clouds lay over the sky blocking the stars and moon from view.

As Keith was driving down the street two cars from a rivalling gang, the ballas flanked both the side of the mule.

"Always something when you deal with the families.."

Ramming his truck against the car on the right it crashes into a pole, getting out a gun Keith shoots at the Ballas on his left side, without letting his eyes leave the road.

Making a sharp right Keith lost the second car of the Ballas, but f he wasn't fast he would soon receive more.

The drop of was in the alley on his left, there seemed to be no Ballas or other gangs watching so Keith turned into the alley and called the buyer.

Out of the apartment on the left came a big guy, not in the muscle department but fat could be an advantage in a fight, so long as there were no guns involved.

"You the seller, Keith right?"

"Yes, got the money?"

"No need to be that fast, let me introduce myself."

Keith stayed silent, he real didn't care

"My name is Gerald, I heard you sell drugs, or at least get your hands on lost loads?"

"What's your point?"

"Well I am interested in starting to deal myself and with your help I can make it big."

"Is this a pitch or are you buying the crates?"

"It's a business opportunity, call me when you ever find something, can go trough me without a hitch."

"Sound like fun, but you know what's more fun.. Money!"

"Yee of course let me get you the bag."

Getting the money Keith left with Gerald's number on his phone. He would contact him if he ever found a stash or rival deal.

…

Keith had a coverable three hundred thousand, with fifty thousand still on its way from the bike customisation. Being tired Keith decided to head home immediately and go to sleep.

However, he had no car on him and no bus was heading out at the moment, so an hotel was the solution.

Keith looked at his phone to search for a cheap hotel and found nothing in the area, he could rent an apartment but that would cost more than it would gain.

Thinking about what to do he remember that franklin had talked about growing up here when they were doing the heist not realising his coms were already on.

Calling Franklin he got an immediate answer as a groggy Franklin answered him.

"Franklin can I come by your place?"

[its almost twelve o clock why do you want to come to my place?]

"I need a place to stay and you are the cheapest option, and we are headed to the same place tomorrow so?"

[My aunt won't like it.]

"One hundred to both of you?"

[She won't care that much. I will send you the location.]

"Thanks."

Hanging up the call and getting the location Keith headed to his residence for the night.