GTA San Andreas: The Rampages
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				Title: <strong>GTA San Andreas: The Rampages</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 14:43:05</strong>
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				It was 1992, and Los Santos was a battleground of gang warfare. Unlikely alliances were formed and betrayed every day.<br><br>Carl Johnson, leader of the Grove Street gang, had just received a job offer from Cesar Vialpando, one of the few Latinos he didn't have a gang war with. Apparently Cesar's cousin Catalina wanted some help with some rewarding little jobs out in the country. Other than marking the woman's cabin in the woods on his AAA map, Cesar really hadn't been very informative about who his cousin was and what she wanted. Carl shrugged, knowing he would soon find out. CJ, the biggest doer of odd jobs in the state of San Andreas.<br><br>It was quiet and sunny that morning in Grove Street. Only the occasional whore or a green-clad fellow gang member walked around outside, so there were no good cars to steal. Even after knocking off a few dealers his gang members would still drive around in the same old rustbucket Glendales. CJ sneered with disdain as he hotwired the one parked in front of his old Mom's house and headed for the airport. He wasn't driving all the way into the woods and up the mountains in this old banger. <br><br>Mr. Johnson was not a licensed pilot. Certainly he was by now extremely unwelcome at Los Santos International Airport, after he'd jumped the fence onto the runway on a motorbike and made an airliner swerve and crash. Luckily, airport security there was shit enough to get away with it.<br><br>After taking the shortcut over several sidewalks and pedestrians and bumping a few cop cars, CJ appeared at the booth in front of the pilot's entrance. The attendant told him to get a fucking pilot's license even as the police pulled up beside him and tried to arrest him for causing superficial damage to a police vehicle. It would take more than those fools to make Carl late for his flight. Having maxed out his muscle and stamina at the gym earlier that day, and having his brand new brawn tattooed impressively, he vaulted onto the parked Glendale, pulled himself up onto the roof of the booth and dropped off on the other side, inside the airport. He shook his head at the stupidity of his fellow man as he blasted the flimsy fence between him and the planes down with his shotgun and ran for the nearest aircraft, a small, propeller driven Dodo.<br><br>Our hero made good use of his stolen plane's short take off abilities by simply opening the throttle and pulling back on the stick, barely clearing the hangars on the other side of the main runway as he took off across it. Landing wouldn't be a problem; that was what the Federal Aviation Group-mandated parachute under his seat was for. After a short, low flight cross country, he spotted the mountain the cabin and the dirt road marked on his map. He jumped from 200 feet, opening his parachute just on time not to smear himself all over Catalina's sheet metal roof. He dropped off the roof and banged on the door, hand on his magnum. Cesar's relatives weren't always to be trusted. Knocking with the butt of his pistol, he called "Catalina!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: GTA San Andreas: The Rampages</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Priscilla</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 01:04:22</strong>
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				Catalina checked herself out again in the mirror. She felt out of shape, and then furrowing her brow she tried a different pose. No, it wasn't her being out of shape. It was them perky nipples again. They always poked against the fabric and that raised her shirt making her look fat. She kept trying to remind herself to get a bra with padded cups, but then that kept rubbing against them tautly and caused other problems. <em>But Carl doesn't mind it, does he?</em> Her mind teased at her, surely Carl loves it apart from a few other things. Which brings us to the notion that Catalina was getting ready because her significant other was supposed to meet up with her. He mentioned something about the banks and the airports and the last thing she needed at the moment was to get caught but he's always assured her in the past they won't. He's honored it so far. <br><br>She pulled the bra straps up and looks for her shirt in the pile of clothes sprawled all over the floor. It was there, sticking vividly out with the blue jeans. She rummages through it again but couldn't find her blue undies. "Ahh, well. Might as well go commando tonight." She says to herself. Then putting on the blouse with her denims she comes out of the room. Her ma was still busy sewing away. Frankly speaking, she couldn't wait to get out of the house. If it was up to these people she'd have already been dead. Carl provided her with that flow of excitement nobody else has made her feel. As if to ascertain that fact, she hears a familiar knock voice on the door, and the rapping of metal against wood. <br><br>"Coming, coming ... siesta! You gotta be patient." She grins, as she holds the door open. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GTA San Andreas: The Rampages</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 01:44:36</strong>
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				Carl grinned with a mixture of lust, trepidation and amusement as his psycho Latina opened the door. He pulled her outside roughly, towards her red Buffalo parked next to the shack. "Let's go baby, we got some bankers to kill before they go for lunch." Their conversations were usually this spirited, explicit and short.<br><br>He gallantly opened the car door for her and shoved her into the passenger seat roughly as he dived behind the wheel. "Ready for action?" he smirked, kissing her lips briefly but passionately as he felt the Desert Eagle .50 thrust in her pants at her hip. "Make sure we've got the satchel charges!" he grinned manically as he floored the pedal, rushing down the narrow mountain road towards the Blueberry branch of the Bank of SA.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GTA San Andreas: The Rampages</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Priscilla</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 01:53:55</strong>
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				"K - Kill ... ?" She mumbled, before being pulled by him. That was the thing about Carl, he loved to kill as much as the others wanted to kill him. One thing she was never able to comprehend about him. Maybe this is what the world turn you into after engulfing you in the life you never wanted in the first place. She knew he had a good heart, and this was purely business. When it comes to Carl Johnson, everything was business, maybe even her. But she couldn't care anyless. She was here to party and he was gonna give her her due share. <br><br>"Ready as I can be, ese!" She smiled at him, yes she was ready for anything. It was a good thing she didn't put on her undies, who knows what they'll run into and it's always easier to make their getaway if she is less uncomfortable. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GTA San Andreas: The Rampages</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 02:16:53</strong>
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				"Yeah kill, probably, so mind you don't get blood on your new top," Carl chuckled. They were barreling down the country road to Blueberry, occasionally shunting aside motorbikes, tractors and motor homes that got in their way. After about two minutes of reckless driving and listening to NWA on Radio Los Santos the muscle car pulled up at the bank. The pillar of smoke from the crashed Dodo was obviously visible from miles away.<br><br>Carl took out his Mac-10 machine pistol and locked and loaded it. "You cover the customers and staff, I'll see about filling this big bag with a dollar sign on it," he whispered, getting out of the car and taking position beside the bank's door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GTA San Andreas: The Rampages</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Priscilla</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 03:14:57</strong>
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				She charged in head-on. This was the best way where a stick up was involved, for it probably stunned the people and didn't gave them any ideas. Surely the guard would be getting ready to pull out his piece, but she had faith in Carl, he'll despatch him off as he's done to several hundred others of his kind before. <br><br>"Now everybody, stay calm and most of all try not to act stupid or I'll blow each of your fucking heads off, you hear me?!" Catalina fires some shots in the air. Mac-10 was one powerful weapon, anybody who was still having doubts would now be all set she meant business. She looks behind her to see if Carl was following her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GTA San Andreas: The Rampages</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 16:19:57</strong>
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				Carl strolled into the bank behind Catalina, waving his gun and with two satchel charges hnging from his belt and weighing down his jeans. "Right guys, listen to what the nice lady says and let's not get your blood on the carpet," he grinned, grabbing a cashier and shoving a few pounds of gunmetal in his face. "You. Open the fucking vault, now! Time is money!"<br><br>Too late. Some fool had pressed the alarm button. Carl executed two cashiers, spattering their blood and brains on the wall with a short burst of automatic fire as he grabbed the nearest one in a headlock as a hostage. He dragged him towards a staff door and kicked it down. The safe looked like a 1960s model, so four pounds of Semtex on the hinges would blast it open. Carl shoved away the cashier, got down on the floor and covered his ears against the blast.<br><br>He walked back to Catalina carrying three large bags of Federal Reserve issued paper. "Vamos," he grinned, grabbing her arm as he threw down the other bomb and pulled her outside, guns blazing. The San Andreas police had yet to learn to shoot, but this lot would never get the chance. Confident all the cops outside were dispatched, he got into a police car with an intact windshield after shoving in Catalina and telling her to keep her head down. Carl put on a police cap to keep up appearances, and was trundling out of town at high speed over a muddy dirt road that led through the cornfields as they heard the dull blast of the second bomb. That would have dealt with any officers of the law stupid enough to go inside and collect evidence while it was still fresh and unburned. 
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