Oscar Guzmán

The day of the meeting with Oscar Guzmán had arrived. Vincent De Santa and his team were at the Zancudo Lake Bunker, reviewing the details of their plan one more time. The tension in the air was palpable, but each of them knew this was a crucial opportunity to establish themselves in the Los Santos criminal world.

"Remember," Vincent began, his gaze fixed on his teammates, "Oscar is a smart and cautious guy. We can't afford to look inexperienced. We need to present ourselves as a solid and capable group."

Liam nodded, going over his notes. "I spoke with my contact in the transportation industry, and he confirmed that Oscar will be at 'The Diamond' nightclub. It's a place where he does business, so it'll be the perfect setting for our meeting."

"How do we plan to approach him?" Maya asked, crossing her arms in concern. "If we don't do it right, he might see us as a threat."

Vincent took a deep breath, his mind working quickly. "We have to be subtle. Once we get to the club, we'll try to get him to notice us, but without being too obvious. We want him to be interested in us, not scared off."

"I like the plan," Jared said, his enthusiasm evident. "If we can catch his attention, it might open the door for a conversation."

The group prepared themselves, and after a brief exchange of words of encouragement, they headed to the nightclub. The music inside thumped, and bright lights illuminated the place, creating an electrifying atmosphere. The venue was packed: laughter, dancing, and conversations filled the air. Vincent felt a little out of place, but he knew it was part of the game.

Upon entering, the team spread out a bit to blend in with the crowd. Vincent moved toward the bar, observing his surroundings. The place was lavishly decorated, but there was a tense energy in the air, signaling that not everything was fun and games. His eyes focused on a table in the corner, where a stocky, dangerous-looking man in a dark suit and a sly smile was conversing with a group of men.

"That's him," Liam whispered, approaching Vincent. "That's Oscar Guzmán."

Vincent nodded, feeling a chill run down his spine. It was his first time seeing Guzmán in person, and the man's reputation preceded him. His fame as a cunning manipulator and feared leader was known to everyone in the criminal world.

"Now's the time to make our move," Maya said, her voice tense with nerves. "How are we going to do it?"

Vincent made a decision. "I'll approach him. I need all of you to keep a low profile but be ready to act if necessary."

The team nodded, and Vincent headed toward Oscar's table, his heart pounding. The crowd surrounded him, and as he got closer, he could hear fragments of their conversation.

"The last deliveries weren't what I expected," Oscar said in a deep voice. "The suppliers aren't meeting deadlines. I can't let that affect my business."

Vincent paused, listening carefully. He knew this was his chance to stand out. He approached confidently, and as he reached the table, all eyes turned to him.

"Oscar Guzmán," Vincent said, extending his hand. "Vincent De Santa. I've been hearing a lot about you in the business."

Oscar looked at him curiously, shaking Vincent's hand firmly. "Interesting. And what have you been hearing?"

"That you're a businessman who knows what he wants," Vincent responded, maintaining a steady gaze. "And I've come to this city to make something big happen. I believe we could be allies."

Oscar raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of surprise and disdain. "Allies? That's a strong word. What makes you think you'd be useful to me?"

"I know people, I have resources," Vincent explained. "I've been studying the market, and I think I can offer you something others can't."

Oscar studied him for a moment, his gaze calculating. "You've got guts, that's for sure. But in this business, it's not just about words. What do you have to prove it?"

Vincent knew it was time to impress. "I've found out information about your suppliers and their delivery issues. If you give me the chance, I can make sure your next shipment arrives on time and without any problems."

Oscar's men began murmuring among themselves, and Vincent sensed it was a good time to continue. "I could arrange a meeting with them, negotiate better terms. What I'm offering you isn't just a promise, it's a real solution."

Oscar smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile. "You've got a big mouth, kid. But what proof do you have that you can really do this? I don't want to waste time or money."

"Give me a couple of days to talk to my contacts. If I can't secure you a better deal, don't hesitate to dismiss me," Vincent responded, determined not to back down.

Oscar reflected for a moment, glancing at his men before turning his attention back to Vincent. "Alright. You've got a week. If I don't see results, you won't get a second chance."

"I understand," Vincent said, feeling relieved to have secured the time he needed. "I won't let you down."

Oscar looked at his drink before glancing back at him. "You've got an air of confidence. Sometimes that's all it takes. But be careful, in this business, confidence can turn against you."

Vincent nodded, understanding Oscar's words. "I'm aware of the risks. But I believe together, we could make something big."

Oscar smiled again, this time with a kinder look. "Alright. We're here. But remember, I don't like wasting time. Go and get what you promised."

With the meeting set and a time frame given, Vincent turned to rejoin his team. As he made his way back to them, he felt a mix of nerves and excitement. He had managed to approach Oscar Guzmán, but the real challenge was just beginning.

"What happened?" Maya asked, her gaze intense.

"He gave us a week," Vincent responded, feeling optimistic. "Now we have to move fast. We need to make sure his next shipment is successful."

Liam frowned. "Will getting information on his suppliers be enough to impress him?"

"It's a good start," Vincent said. "But we also need to show him we have skills on the ground. If we can manage an operation well, that'll impress him more than any words."

Jared scratched his head, thinking. "How do we plan on getting that information?"

"I'll talk to Liam's friend. He should have connections that can help us. After that, we need to make some calls to establish our presence in the market," Vincent explained.

The team got to work, each taking their role with determination. As they dispersed through the club, Vincent felt a spark of optimism. He had taken a big step in approaching Oscar, but now he had to prove he was truly worth it.

With time pressing, Vincent and his team worked tirelessly. They made calls, conducted research, and reached out to their own suppliers. Each step brought them closer to their goal, and the energy within the group grew as they began to see results.

As the week progressed, Vincent grew more confident that he would fulfill the promise he made to Oscar. He knew time was of the essence, and they had to impress the man who controlled the arms trade in the city.

Finally, the day of the scheduled meeting with Oscar arrived. Vincent and his team prepared, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. They knew this was their chance to establish themselves in the business and prove their worth.

"Remember what we talked about," Vincent said as they got ready. "It's not just about impressing Oscar, it's about showing him we're a group that can handle any challenge that comes our way."

The team nodded, determination shining in their eyes. They knew the success of this meeting could change the course of their lives, and they were ready to give it their all.

As they headed to the club once more, Vincent felt a surge of confidence. They had worked hard to get here, and he was determined to make this the beginning of something big.

When they arrived, the club was full of life, but Vincent had his eyes on only one thing: Oscar Guzmán's table. The man was seated like last time, with the same calm yet dangerous expression. The atmosphere around the table seemed more relaxed, indicating that Oscar was in a good mood.

Vincent exchanged a look with Liam and Maya, who nodded, signaling they were ready. As they walked toward Oscar's table, the club's lights flickered, and the music enveloped the atmosphere. Vincent maintained his firm, calm posture. He knew that everything he had worked for up to this point depended on this meeting.

Oscar saw them approaching and smiled, a smile that didn't reach his eyes but showed interest. "Vincent," Oscar said, raising his glass. "You've taken your time."

Vincent gave a controlled smile, not letting the nerves show. "I made sure the time you gave me was well spent."

Oscar gestured for him to sit. "Let's see if that's true. What do you have for me?"

Liam, seated to Vincent's right, slid a small envelope across the table. Oscar took it with one hand and, after a quick glance at the contents, set it aside. It contained detailed information about the supplier problems a key piece Vincent had managed to acquire thanks to his contacts in transportation.

"What you see there," Vincent began, "are the details about your delayed shipments. The suppliers have been dealing with certain obstacles they haven't informed you about. I made sure to talk to the right people, and I've secured better terms for you. If you accept the deal, your next shipment will arrive without delays."

Oscar crossed his arms, staring at him. "You're a persistent man, Vincent. I have to admit, you've achieved more than I expected."

Vincent bowed his head slightly, keeping his composure. "We're just getting started, Oscar. If you work with us, we can ensure these problems won't happen again."

Oscar leaned back in his seat, contemplating Vincent's words. After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke. "Fine. You've convinced me. I'll accept the terms from the suppliers you secured. But let me make one thing clear: if something goes wrong, it won't just be them who pay the consequences."

"Understood," Vincent responded without hesitation. He knew that in this world, every step was a test, and unkept promises were a one-way ticket to disaster.

Oscar smiled, this time with a bit more sincerity. "You're sharp, Vincent. I like that. But as I said before, in this business, words are cheap. I want to see what else you can offer. I'm organizing a major delivery next week. If your team can handle security and ensure everything goes smoothly, then we'll talk about something bigger."

Vincent nodded. He knew this was the real test. "Consider it done."

Oscar stood up, signaling the end of the meeting. "I'll see you next week. Don't disappoint me."

Vincent shook his hand, knowing the deal was sealed, at least for now. As Oscar walked away, Vincent turned to his team. They knew the real test was yet to come, but they also knew they had what it took to face any obstacle in their path.

"We did it," Liam said with a triumphant smile.

"Yeah, but this is just the beginning," Vincent replied, his gaze fixed on the door through which Oscar had exited. "We need to prepare for what's coming. If we handle this delivery well, it will be our definitive entry into the big game."

Maya nodded, already thinking about the details. "We need to make a solid plan for the delivery's security. We can't afford for anything to go wrong."

Vincent stood, looking at his team with determination. "Liam, take care of the logistics. Maya, coordinate with your contacts to make sure we have all the information we need about the route and potential risk points. Jared, I want you to handle surveillance and security. We have a week to plan this. We can't fail."

The team nodded and began moving, each taking their role seriously. They knew the success of this operation would determine their future in Los Santos' criminal world.

As they headed toward the club's exit, Vincent felt a mix of excitement and pressure. He had managed to get close to Oscar Guzmán, but now he had to prove his worth in the field. He knew that organized crime was no game, and any mistake could cost them more than they were willing to lose.

Time was ticking, and Vincent knew this was his golden opportunity to bring his team to the top. Now, everything depended on the execution of their next move.