![]() ![]() Hell, they might even still have muscle you don’t wanna fuck with. “They might be ex-yakuza, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have access to their weapons and resources anymore. “Yeah, that’s the problem, Trev,” Lester replied. ![]() This earned Trevor’s ire, but his accomplice was quick to speak. “Anyway, no ex-yakuza’s gonna be talking shit once their brains end up stuck on my shoe.”įrom the other end of the phone, Lester let out a sigh. “I was pissed as hell at those rat bastards when I came up with it, okay!? God!” Trevor tried to justify his alias choice. “Then again, it’s not like you gave me ample time to suggest anything else.” “About that, I still think using the alias ‘Diego Santiago’ again was a shitty idea,” Lester said. “I gathered as much when I snuck into their ranks and pretended I was one of them.” “I know they’re ex-yakuza, you idiot,” Trevor replied. Not exactly the crowd we wanna ruffle the feathers of.” “Those security firm guys we’re supposed to be offing? They’re ex-yakuza. I’m gonna have to warn you, though,” Lester, clearly exasperated at his partner’s tone, replied. “Then what, have that security firm ice my deals again? Fuck no! I’m delving into the belly of the beast before it becomes even more of a pain in my ass.” Trevor rubbed his forehead in frustration. “You’ve come this far, I’m not going to hear you bitch and moan for the nth time.” “Why don’t you look for another dealer, then?” Lester questioned. “And then that security firm stepped in, apparently because those deals ‘conflicted’ with their ‘interests’, and all of the hard work I’ve done to establish a foothold here? Squashed! Kaput! ALL FOR NOTHING!” Trevor continued his angry rant. Lester did not say anything, though one could tell that he was clearly annoyed. “I already got a damn good arms dealer here in Japan, and we were going along swimmingly! I even learned Japanese for a whole damn year!” “Those shits at that security firm fucked me over, Lester!” Trevor growled. “Remind me why I even agreed to let you drag me along for this job…” sighed the accomplice, Lester Crest. “Finally, those rat bastards who fucked with our deals here in Japan are gonna be outta my hair.” “I was practically born ready, Lester!” Trevor shouted to his accomplice with a slight hint of annoyance. “So, uh, Trevor,” the man from the other side of the phone said, “our targets should be converging over at that big cabaret club. Trevor felt the vibration of his smartphone on his pant pocket, and he picked up the phone, receiving an incoming call from one of his contemporaries. This was San Andreas’s psychotic criminal terror… He was dressed in a simple dirty white V-neck shirt, dirty blue jeans, and brown shoes, and bore a scowl and a presence that would scare even the most hardened criminals. His gruff and scary appearance reflected what he actually was–the most dangerous criminal to ever grace the American city of Los Santos. And with the law cracking down harder on yakuza activity than ever before, Sotenbori had become much less of a site of yakuza activity than it had been for the past thirty years, and people could now come and go into the district with relatively more safety than before.Ī lone man of Canadian descent had taken in the vices and pleasures of Sotenbori, and was now leaving the apartment he temporarily used as a living space, preparing to head towards his mission. People continued on their daily lives, living it up in the gambling facilities, the cabaret clubs, the bars, the many restaurants, and much more. It had been a hotbed for many a yakuza altercation, but its entertainment, food, and nightlife establishments were none the worse for wear. Osaka’s prime entertainment district was bustling with life, as usual. ![]()
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