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Carrie Maria Newell A.K.A Fireant (F1R34NT) ✯ D.O.B: 12 June 1994 (Age 24) ✯ Place of Birth: San Fierro, San Andreas ✯ Status: DEAD ✯ Occupation: Hacktivist, Anarchist, Artist ✯ Height: 5'9" ✯ Weight: 121 lbs ✯ Eye Color: Light Blue ✯ Hair Color: Brown ✯ Tattoos: - A smiley face on the back of her left hand. - A "bionic arm" across her whole arm. - A skull with "Time's up written underneath, on the back of her right hand. -A "skeleton party" sleeve across her right arm. ✯ Likes: Rock & Metal Music, Bikes, Playing her guitar, Spending time with her friends ✯ Hates: Corrupt Cops, Douchebags, "Wannabe Princesses", Idiots, Rich People, People who don't deserve getting praised and so on... DIARY (( Do not MG the tapes )) Audio Log #1 Audio Log #2 Audio Log #3 Audio Log #4 Audio Log #5 Audio Log #6 Audio Log #7 Audio Log #8 Audio Log #9 Audio Log #10 ⛧Audio Log #11⛧

Baby's first gun

Name: Stanislav Stonogin Alias: Stas, Siberian Born: 29.06.1992 From: Saint Petersburg, Russia Height: 188cm (6ft 2in) Weight: 91kg (200lbs) Hobbies: Boxing, workout, photography Opinions Drugs - Avoids them. They are highly addictive and dangerous. There's good money involved there. Gambling - Stanislav knows himself and he's avoiding gambling because he's afraid to lose everything he has. He knows that he might get easily addicted and can't risk with that. Smoking - Trying to get rid of that bad habit. Drinking - Stas is a person who doesn't feel the limits but he knows that. That's why he has replaced alcohol with Redbull. Redbull - Highly addicted to this. Nothing else to add. Speeding - He likes fast cars and speeding but can't control himself. Obviously he is adrenaline addicted but he knows that speeding will end up for him behind bars or inside the box. It all began on 29th of July 1992 when Stanislav Stonogin was born in a small district in St. Petersburg, Russia. When he was born he was bigger than an average newborn and had blueish-gray eyes. Family where he was born into was an ordinary family who lived in their own house. He was the family’s only child. Stanislav’s mother Sofia Stonogina worked as a customer service at a bank. Sofia was very friendly and kind person who had many friends. Sofia loved to put emphasis on herself, she always wanted to look perfect. That’s probably one of the reasons why Stanislav spent most of his time with his father. Stanislav’s father Sergei Stonogin was a physical education teacher and in the evenings he was boxing instructor for young boys. Sergei’s dream was to have a son, he didn’t wish for more kids. He dedicated all of his free time on his son, he wanted Stanislav to grow up as a professional athlete who had all the options open for him. Stas’ childhood went by in a company of other village kids. Mostly they spent their time on playing hide and seek and cops and robbers. Obviously they had their quarrels and fights. On the 1st of September Stanislav went to a local school which wasn’t very known in Peterburg. He was very friendly with everyone in the school and avoided getting into trouble. He wasn’t a bully and he wasn’t bullied, he was the guy in the middle. Aside from school Stanislav started attending his father’s boxing courses and learned his basic knowledge of it. His studies in the first grades were excellent but as he grew older his grades went lower. When Stas was fifteen years old and was finishing middle school he was met with first problems. He started hanging around on the streets with his classmates and were seeking for all kinds of issues. Boxing training was left behind and main action was smoking and small thefts. Stanislav’s father wasn’t impressed by his behavior. He tried to give his best but Stas resisted. Stas finished school with low grades and that thanks to his father. His father insisted him on attending St. Petersburg’s VII high school and that he’d continue his boxing courses. In school Stanislav thought that he had met his love of his life, a girl named Julia Belova whom he started dating with. Then again Stanislav’s grades started going downhill and his boxing was postponed because Stas made everything so that the girl would feel special. Julia had a brother named Vladimir with whom Stanislav started hanging around most of the time. Vlad was a petty criminal who was tied with everything illegal. On one evening Vladimir, Julia and Stanislav were riding around St. Petersburg streets when they were pulled over by the police. All three were arrested and were transported to the local station. Apparently Vladimir had stolen the very same car some time ago and Stanislav was suspected on assisting the theft. As it came out later, Stanislav was innocent. Stanislav finished high school thanks to Julia who was supporting with the exams. On the 9th of June 2013 Stanislav’s father Sergei died due to a stroke. At this difficult time only Julia supported Stas. Stanislav’s mother, Sofia acted as if she hadn’t lost anyone and didn’t turn much attention to that. Stas lived that summer through very roughly. He applied to multiple sports universities to fulfill his father’s dream – to become a professional athlete. Unfortunately his skills weren’t high enough and he wasn’t chosen anywhere. He had to come up with a plan B. On the 1st of September 2013 he started attending University of St. Petersburg on the financial and economic branch. The school was located on the other side of the city which meant that Stanislav was forced to move into a dorm. That again meant less interaction with Julia who was learning to be a doctor. Aside from school Stas started earning money to live. He got a job at a local night club as a bartender. Couple months later he was a DJ in the very same club. By the end of 2014 his long distance relationship with Julia had come to an end and most of his grades were insufficient, all that thanks to his job as a DJ which he very much enjoyed. He was dismissed from school. Stanislav didn’t know what to do with his life because the academic year was halfway done so he decided that he’d go and serve his obligatory army service which he had to do anyway sooner or later. 3rd January 2015 was the day Stanislav’s name was first shouted out in the Veliky Novgorod 4th Navy Platoon. 3rd January 2015, fourth day in the Veliky Novgorod 4th Navy Platoon. Young recruits are all lined up and they are ready for their first assignment. Croaky voice was heard from the speakers: “Andrei Korlenkov, VassiliBrinzov, Nikita Golnikov, Maksim Ovechkin.” These guys were new squad leaders and they all were given eight young soldiers under their responsibility. Under Maksim’s squad among other six recruits there also were Stanislav and Roman. Their squad grew close the same evening – they had to shave each other’s heads clean. Stas and Roma started chatting more and more after that. In the same evening when they had to spend their first night in the barracks they found out that they were sleeping on the opposite bunks. They both were sleeping on the lower bunks, on top of Roma was their squad leader Maksim who they referred to as just Max, nobody was sleeping on top of Stas. Their first three months passed just like this, talking to each other before going to sleep. Their daily basic schedule included shooting, physical exercises and self-defense. Obviously they also had these boring classes and the strict army regime. Stas’s physical attributes were pretty good because he used to train before army. Roma’s strong side was shooting. He was surprisingly accurate and confident. Max had an open mind and he had hands of gold which meant that he was very good in practical activities. Three months later their base training was finished and they could now choose their specialty. Most of the soldiers went to base defense unit or on the aircraft carriers, handful of soldiers got to be divers. Max decided that he would want to go on a submarine and by his leading Roma and Stas joined. Max turned out to be an engine mechanic’s second hand, Roma was ship’s medic and Stas was the radioman. From 5th April 2015 until 3rd September 2015 they spent their time on a submarine named “Pulja”. There they got their necessary training, knowledge and skills to prepare them for the next assignments. Pulja was located on lake Ilmen. They were out on the water for a couple of weeks, then returned to the base, practicing warfare on ground. 11th July 2015 was an ordinary day until a funny incident took place. Boys had just woken up and it was a free weekend. Soldier’s pay was usually spent on packs of cigarette and on different sweets which you couldn’t get in the army. On that day the guys got a city permit for 48 hours and had to return on Monday morning. They needed more spare money because 48 hours in the city meant a big party and they didn’t have enough money to enjoy themselves. Max came out with a great idea and so they came up with a plan. On that day there was only one commander working who also happened to be responsible for everything on the base. Stas went to talk with the commander about this and that just to hold him concentrated on Stas. Meanwhile Roma took around ten body bags from the medic’s quarters and joined Max as they walked into the shooting range. Together they shoveled the bags full of empty cartridges and since Max was mechanic’s second hand he had access to base’s vehicles. Max wrote down that he’d use a vehicle to gather spare parts from the town while actually they loaded ten bags full of empty cartridges into the trunk of a Gaz-53. They transported the bags to a local scrapyard and got around 12 000 rubles which was around 200 dollars. Stas noticed Max and Roma return to the base so he ended the talk with the commander and went to see the duo in the carpark. While they counted money they were approached by Vladimir Bolnikov, he had been in the infirmary for some time and he had noticed when Roma took the body bags. He started questioning their actions, it turned into a conflict and culminated with Vladimir continuing his day in the infirmary with a couple extra bruises. The trio left the base and partied on Veliky Novgorod for the next 48 hours. After they returned on Monday morning they were greeted by a lieutenant who had been informed of the incident that took place two days prior. The trio was punished for assaulting Vladimir but the fact that they were stealing cartridges never came out. 3rd September 2015 was the day their specialty training was finished and couple days later they went on their first mission. Max’s squad was transported to St. Petersburg and there they set foot on a new submarine named “Bandit”. Their first mission lasted for four months. Their mission was to patrol on the Baltic sea, identify, control and record all the vessels. In early February they went on a next mission with the same submarine. This time their destination was Chukchi Sea and their mission was to ensure safety between the area around Russia and USA (Alaska). USA’s illegal border crossing started to become too repeated. The weather around the area was very rough because some of the surface water was icy and surfacing at some areas was practically impossible. After couple of months their mission was slowly coming to an end and they set their course towards St. Petersburg. 18th May 2016. The men were on their way back to St. Petersburg and were currently on the East Siberian Sea when the ship’s wheelman made a fatal mistake. It was a clear night and the visibility was excellent, they were cruising on the surface when the sub hit the reefs near Yukagir. Immediately alarm was sounded and men gathered on the commander’s deck. It was apparent that the ship’s damages were serious and the commander made a harsh decision. Max’s squad among other men had to walk almost 24 kilometers on the frozen ice caps to reach the shore and from there they had to walk unknown distance to reach Yukagir. Max, Stas and Roma took their equipment, backup water bottles and weapons and set foot on the ice caps with other sailors. It was -40 degrees Celcius outside and icy winds were blowing over the sea and the ice. 84 men started the journey to the shore but only 56 arrived. Most lost their lives due to falling into water and disappearing under the ice, icy winds were also a contributing factor. As they arrived in the shore the survivors were in a conflict, tiredness and cold temperature had built up a lot of stress and it had wrecked havoc on them all. Sub’s commander Aleksander Petrovich decided that they should head south. Max objected and said that they should walk in other direction. Since the GPS and phones were all dead from the cold they had to trust their instincts. Stas and Roma trusted Max’s decision and with them also eight other men. At first glance they thought that Yukagir wasn’t very far, at least from the maps they saw while being on the sub but the reality turned out to something else. They hiked in icy weather for four days. 22nd May 2016, early morning. Max and other men who joined him were sleeping next to each other when suddenly they heard a double gunshot. Men got up, scared and cold. They gathered their weapons and took up positions and listened – the forest was dead silent, not a single person moving. Stas went to check on where the shots had taken place and he saw two dead sailors, Nikolai Brulovich and Dmitry Vassilenko, both had gunshot wounds in their head. They had shot each other because they couldn’t bare the heavy stress anymore, they were sure that they won’t make it alive anyway. Nine survivors decided to move on. On 24th May 2016 they arrived to Yukagir, a smaller village than they had imagined. They were greeted by locals who greeted them with surprise. The soldiers were taken inside and they were given food and hot beverages to warm them up. As it came out, the other party never arrived since they went the wrong way. After a couple of days they had a chance to contact the local region’s army unit and they organized themselves a transport. They were transported on a train and from there back to Veliky Novgorod. Their experience and everything they had lived through connected Max, Roma and Stas even more. July 2016. Max left the army because the Siberian mission had left a huge mark in his life and he couldn’t live with the army regime anymore because he was seldom accused of not following his captain’s orders and decided to go rogue. Max went to work on a cargo ship. Stas and Roma decided to continue working in the army. Couple months later they were asked to go on another mission but they both declined, they had seen enough of how fast everything could go wrong. They decided to stick to their ropes and spent most of their time in the base as their specialty had been. Roma continued being a medic and Stas continued working in the communication hub. At the end of November they both decided that their time is up, life in the Russian army had taken its toll on them. After leaving the army and living in St. Petersburg Stas met an underworld person whose name remains a secret. The guy told Stas about the American dream and the opportunities that Los Santos holds. Stas didn’t think for long, he started putting money on the side and also had a chat about that with Roma and Max. Jointly they came to an agreement that they would go and start over in Los Santos. Stas was the first to arrive in Los Santos, right after Christmas. Fortunately he had set enough money aside so he had a jump start. Max was still working on the ship but he knew that on 20th January 2017 his ship would dock in Los Santos and that would be his last time walking off from that ship. Roma had problems with his papers but as he told Stas he would get it straighten out on the 26th January and that mark the day when the last of the trio would set their foot on Los Santos grounds. Life in Los Santos After almost a year of running around Los Santos streets, Stas and his "bratans" (brothers) went to make a huge gun deal with a Chechen faction. It was just before Christmas. Something went wrong and bullets started flying. Vostochnaya banda survived this gun fight without losing a single member. It was obvious that cops were coming after them, so they took everything they had from Sneaky Pete's bar and left the city. It's been confirmed that they moved to Las Venturas where they started a logistic and delivery company. After few months of laying low at Las Venturas few of the Russians have returned to the city and are keeping a low profile around here. One of them is Stanislav who's trying to survive on those streets and support those who are willing to help him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Few weeks ago I visited Russia to finish my last business there and I can finally settle down myself to Los Santos with money in my pocket. By business I mean one simple plan. All you need is a good employer, few friends, a small business and shitload of junkies who own apartments. Business plan was easy. I got a phone call from V.Romanzuk. I know him from boxing training. He works at Russian Federal Real Estate section. V.Romanzuk said that they have found many apartments at Saint Petersburg downtown. They are owned by junkies who got them on deep Soviet Union time and they don’t want to sell them. The Government needed those apartments to renovate them and sell them with huge profit but government can’t just take them without a reason so we needed a small scheme over there. I called to friend named Igor who is hustler, he knows a lot of people and he can get everything you need. Luckily he has a friend named Arkadi who works with laws. I don’t know if he is a lawyer or what ever. Basically we started to build up friendship with those junkies. We lied to them that we are from social help company and we are doing a project where our achivement is to help people who are stuck with their lives. Basically we did that. We helped them with small amount of money, gave them some vodka and drugs, helped them to find some work. Junkies were not very excited but come on, they got free vodka and drugs so they didn’t complain. I’m talking about 8 different junkies and 8 apartments. Basically the scheme was built up like this. Arkadi found one random junkie who was willing to sign papers to open his own company named „Katok”. Obviously with small help of drugs and vodka. Once we got friends with those junkies who owned those apartments, we threw some parties for them. One moment when the junkies were drunk enough we took out papers that Arkadi made. I don’t know exactly the juristic side of those papers but all we had to do was get their signatures down there. So we fed those papers to junkies between their work contracts. Once they signed those papers they gave their apartments to „Katok” company if something happens with them. Junkies didn’t know anything about laws and they were too drunk to realize what the actual fuck they just did. After that you can imagine what was going on. Igor got some strange drugs and gave it to those junkies. Obviously they overdosed and died one by one. With every death „Katok” company got a new apartment. After all 8 apartments belonged to „Katok” then that junkie who founded „Katok” died by overdose as well. Sad story but there weren’t any co-founders so the government got that business to themselves including those apartments. V.Romanzuk was very thankful. Then there was nothing else to do, just wait. Few days later I had to flew back to Los Santos and Igor went back to Las Venturas. Next morning Igor called me that V.Romanzuk is visiting Las Venturas on a business trip and he wants to meet with us. I flew to Las Venturas and we met at fancy restaurant. I got payed there. I don’t like to talk about numbers but I can confirm that if the government orders a job like that, they don’t read numbers, they don’t care. Later that day I flew back to Los Santos with V.Romanzuk. He dropped me off with his own private jet. I left the airport with suitcase filled with money. Seems like I can’t go back to Saint Petersburg for a while but I heard that those apartments are already on work and you can buy them if someone is interested. I have to admit, I have one weakness. I love money and I love fancy stuff. So I rewarded myself and bought a SUV. Well ... You can’t work for the government everyday so – why not?

AVOIDING TAX EVASION CHARGES Credit goes to TurnBull, a user of another forum, for writing this. Income tax evasion has put more mobsters away for more years than RICO and drugs combined. It’s easy: the Feds don’t have to prove that you made your money through crime—all they have to do is to show that you’re living beyond your means. Even a weak tax evasion case has a good chance of bringing in a conviction. While some jurors might have some empathy for the defendant, they all think of themselves as “tax drones.” So, if the prosecutor points to the defendant and tells the jurors, “The reason you’re paying high taxes is because guys like him are cheating on theirs…” the jurors are ready to believe him. Mafia guys are slam-dunk prospects for tax evasion. They’re all greedy, and they regard paying taxes on the same level as being cuckolded. Aniello (Mr. Neil) Dellacroce, the feared and respected Gambino caporegime, went away for five years because he lost $100k in a Puerto Rican casino at a time when he declared income of only $10k on his tax return. He was still in prison when Carlo Gambino was on his deathbed, which probably was why Gambino named Paul Castellano, rather than Mr. Neil, as his heir. But, if a mob guy is smart and careful (big ifs), he can avoid getting nailed on tax evasion. Here’s now: Let’s say you’re a captain in a NYC mob family. Your main source of income is an electrical wholesale firm that actually sells electrical supplies. But the supplies are most often stolen from others and sold to mob-connected contractors. It’s also a front for your loansharking, fencing and drug operations, which your subordinates operate for you at careful arms-length. You earn between $3 million and $5 million annually, all of it illegal. You’re smart enough to know that you need to live modestly and inconspicuously. You live in the same Brooklyn home you occupied when you started out. It’s now worth about $550k--modest by NYC standards. You could have paid it off years ago. But, to bolster the fiction that you’re just a workin’ stiff, you’ve taken out second mortgages to pay for your kids’ colleges. You drive a three-year-old Cad, your wife a four-year-old Lexus. You both wear off-the-rack clothes and costume jewelry. Your accountant tells you that, to maintain that lifestyle and keep the Internal Revenue Service off your back, you need to show and pay taxes on $90k annual household income. So you arrange for the associate who’s the nominal “owner” of your electrical wholesale business to put you and the Mrs. on his payroll—you as a “salesman” at $50k/yr., she as a “bookkeeper” at $40k. You pay your taxes scrupulously. Now, you aren’t busting your coglioni and putting your life at risk in the mob just to live like a wage-slave cafone. How do you enjoy your money without attracting the IRS? It seems that the electrical firm (meaning you) owns a $10 million “retreat” in Glen Cove, Long Island—right on the Sound, complete with 60-foot yacht. The firm lists it as a “guest house and entertainment center” for wooing clients, and as a “rest and recreation” facility for employees. To maintain the façade, part of the home’s basement is equipped as a “showroom” with displays of electrical equipment that the firm sells. A smaller “showroom” space is laid out on the boat. You and your wife spend a lot of time there because you’re the firm’s “top salesman.” You meet with your associates at the Glen Cove house and list them as “clients” in your business logbook. You and your wife also own Armani suits, Givinchy gowns, Bally and Jimmy Choo shoes, Cartier jewelry, Louis Vuitton luggage, etc. But there are no sales receipts in your name. They’re stored at your non-mobbed-up cousin’s home in a modest neighborhood in Queens. Anytime you and the Mrs. go out on the town (often), you and she visit the cousin’s place to get dressed and decked out. The cousin calls a limo for you, which pulls into his garage to avoid surveillance. You and your wife jump inside and hunker down behind the tinted windows. You pay for everything in cash. When you travel to Paris on vacation, you fly Tourist class and reserve a room in a modest pension. But a Family associate in Naples secretly booked you into the Ritz under phony names, using phony Italian passports, and has made reservations for you in all the Michelin 3-star restaurants, where you pay cash. For your jaunts around France, you rent a chauffeured limo, using the phony passport as I.D, when required. It’s all prepaid—in cash. Now, the NYC police and the FBI know good and well that you’re a capo in a mob family, and have a pretty good idea of how you’re earning your money. But, like all government employees, they don’t want to work any harder than necessary to earn their paychecks. You’ve hidden your criminal activities and your spending well enough so that it won’t be easy for them to gather up enough evidence and witnesses to bring you to trial. With the new priority for tracking down terrorists, law enforcement has a good excuse not to spend a lot of time, money and personnel trying to convict you—especially since there are plenty enough dumb mobsters who are easy pickings compared with you. So they take the lazy-cops’ out—turn the investigation over to the IRS to see if they can nail you for tax evasion. But IRS investigators don’t want to work any harder than their law enforcement brethren. The IRS clerk who gets your case is looking for a slam-dunk—and there isn’t one in your case because she finds that you’ve filed returns and paid taxes punctiliously every year. She kicks your file back to her supervisor, who hands it to an investigator. He’s got a huge caseload because the Administration has been in a budget-cutting mode and no taxpayers—and their Congressmen—are anxious to see funding restored to the IRS. About two years after getting your file, the IRS investigator finally picks it up and drives out to look at your Brooklyn home. One glance tells him what your accountant told you: yours is a $90k income home—and you’ve been paying taxes on $90k every year. He heads for the Glen Cove “business retreat” listed as the electrical wholesale firm’s property, rings the doorbell, shows his badge, and asks the caretaker if he can look around the property. You’ve already instructed the caretaker to let him in. The investigator sees the showrooms in the basement and on the boat, and the business cards and sales literature you’ve carefully planted in other spaces. He suspects it’s a front, but he can’t prove it—easily. Of course the IRS could put serious resources into checking out your “employer” in surveilling the Glen Cove mansion, looking at your travels abroad, etc. But that costs time and money—and anyway, since law enforcement wasn’t willing to do it, why should they? So, their conclusion is, “insufficient evidence for prosecution.” Sooner or later, your own greed is going to trip you up. But until then, as Jackie Brown, the gun dealer in “The Friends of Eddie Coyle” said: “It’s a great life—as long as you don’t weaken.”

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Dianna Cicciarello 29 years old, born in 1989 to a Lucia and Leonard Cicciarello. Grew in a little town called Riverview just beside the Niobrara River, like her father. Gerald Delfini became friends with Leonard the year Lucia gave birth to Dianna, attended her birth. Dianna has a 31 year old brother Sammy Cicciarello, and a 19 year old adopted sister named Poppy. When Dianna turned two, and Sammy was 4, Luppino's 2nd boss Carlo Paparello ruined Leonard's work, making Leonard generally more stressed out, Leonard was 35 years old around the time. When Dianna turned 11, her father was devistated at the loss of his captain and dear friend Martin Langella, who was also there when Dianna was born. Leonard never told Dianna that "Uncle Marty" was a criminal affiliate, all she knew at such a young age was that "Uncle Marty" was one of her father's friends who wasn't even her real uncle. That same year, her father was promoted to captain by the Luppino family's boss Carlo Paparello, earning Leonard a lot of money to take care of his wife and kids for years to come. In 2005, Leonard threw Dianna a sweet sixteen at their house in Omaha, where he allowed her and a number of her underage friends to get "only a little" drunk. Lenny was a very laidback dad who didn't like to pester his daughter or embarrass her in front of her friends. Leonard was a very well known, very well connected gangster around Omaha and it seemed like all the children Dianna would surround herself with knew that, but didn't understand it enough to pay it any mind. In 2007, Dianna graduated high school. In 2008, she attended college at Penn State University. After 4 years, she recieved her bachelor's degree in Business Management, in 2011. With her brother shooting for his 6th year of 8 year degree, Lenny was paying a lot of money for them to go to college. Clearly, Leonard did not want his son in his shoes and he didn't want his daughter being a trophy wife. He raised her to be genuine, friendly, strong and mostly independant. In 2012, Dianna's mother & father was indicted on federal money laundering charges as well as fraud. He was also charged with Tax Evasion, but that was dropped during trial. He was sentenced to no less than 5 years in Nebraska State Penitentiary. Leonard couldn't afford lawyer fees, and college for both his son and daughter. His lawyer fees cut his son's 7th and 8th year short of funds, ultimately making him angry with Leonard for the past 7 years. Dianna, being independent, managed to make her own money to finish out her 8 year courses while Leonard was in prison. In 2016, just a year before her father's released, she recieved her 8 year degree in Business Management. When she would go visit her father, he would express how proud he was of her and constantly brought up Sammy, creating her own personal vendetta against Sam due to the annoying nature of the discussions. In 2017, her father was released and moved to Los Santos for further business endeavors. She has moved there with him to keep him and her mother Lucia company.

So I'm making this as a suggestion for scripted robberies because there isn't enough criminal scripted events out in the world. There is currently not a lot to do as a cop from my understanding in the sense of being called to actual crimes. From what I hear, most of the time is spent attending to either really dumb calls or giving out traffic tickets. I believe that this is because there are not enough scripted activities to encourage criminal roleplay. A common misconception that I've seen thrown around a lot is that scripts discourage roleplay. This could not be further from the truth. I understand a lot of people come from LS-RP where scripts weren't needed to encourage roleplay, but they weren't needed because the map was so small roleplay happened organically. A big complaint for GTA V servers has been that there needs to be roleplay hotspots because the map is so big. However, another fix is introducing more scripted things to do out in the world. Of course, there should be rules and limitations for these scripted systems, but if they are implemented they will not only increase roleplay greatly between criminals and police, but also between criminals themselves. The first is 24/7 robberies. This is fairly simple. The script limitations should require two criminals at a minimum, with possible faster robbery depending on how many people you have. 24/7 robberies should not be allowed to start if there are under X cops online. Admin approval should not be needed. A gun should be required in hand to start the robbery. It should be time based, with something like a first payout after 30 seconds, and more money every 10 seconds after that. That way the criminals have to decide between more money and higher chance of cops arriving, or leaving early. Fairly straightforward. The second is bank robberies. This should require admin approval, but with a caveat. Bank robberies should require around 4-6 people in a crew, all armed with guns to begin. I'm not sure if they should be required to have shotguns and better, meaning pistols aren't enough, but this is definitely debatable. There should be several steps to the bank robbery. The first step is getting into the bank and locking the doors behind you with zipties or something similar. Should the players forget or use poor materials to lock the door, there is a chance of an alarm going off to the cops. ICly, this is because if locked poorly either a NPC on the inside escapes, or a NPC from the outside came in and saw the robbery, calling the cops. The second step is getting through the gate to the area behind the tellers. There should be several options for this, but it should have a lock similar to the cars lockpick system; relatively easy to do without tools. However, should players take too long, or not use something like C4 to get through instantly, then an alarm is called to the cops because a teller hit the alarm system. The third step is breaking through the vault itself. There should be several ways of doing this, but some include IC acquisition of C4, drilling tools, etc. Each should have their own speed of breaking through the door correlated directly with their difficulty of acquisition outside of the robbery. Once inside, the money is for the taking. There should be options to buy bigger bags that you carry the money out with, but some kind of visual aspect too so people can see you're carrying really big bags. There should be a chance for dye packs to be in the stolen money, and there should be tools to remove the dye packs, obviously difficult to get IC. That's about it. However, what happens should be based on what plan is told to the admins. I think that even if plans aren't though out well or miss parts, they should be allowed to go through by the admins. Makes exciting roleplay for cops when they arrive at a bankheist that has been alerted. I believe there should also be an option for hostages should a bank robbery go south, possibly spawned in by the admins. Outside of these restrictions, there should be a max limit of attempts at a bank robbery for once every three days. There should also be a restriction of something like requiring 6 cops online minimum. I believe that there should also be some unknown parts of a big bank robbery that require items in the world that isn't listed here, so people cannot just look at the above and know what to buy immediately to successfully do a bank robbery. There should also be a limitation that if you have successfully robbed the big bank, you cannot rob it again for another two weeks. I'm welcome to more ideas regarding this, but I would like to see some more criminal scripts to encourage RP out in the world instead of everything taking place behind closed doors.

They should allow players to sell stolen vehicles, would open up car jacking to more people, I support scripted timers for banks + prisons (prison breaks), but would require more cops online than 24/7s and take a longer timer. It would be fun for cops to respond and everyone participating, it would be hard and high risk for criminals.

Black Rose Brothel: Part II

TEACHING CHARLIE TO SHOOT

Earlier that night (Part 2)

Earlier that night (Part 1)

What? All bikes have 5kg storage. I assume none of you here considered trying /vinv while actually driving your bikes.

Being a nice guy

Oh shit French the wrench lol

Lenny Cicciarello snaps. After being forced to whack out one of his most trusted skippers, he gets a chance to meet one of the men who did it. Turns out, this kid had a general beef for anyone who'se Italian. Leonard has been focused on getting better connections as the days without ole' Sloppy Joe go on. Reconstruction and growth are the only two things on his mind, besides being unsuccessfully betrayed. He goes on to meet a potential new client after finding the right connections he needs to keep his gun racket flowing through Los Santos. This gentleman was a clean cut young man with a chip on his shoulder. Stood in front of Lenny, shook his hand after ironing out a few wrinkles. After Lenny left, he made a remark that Lenny learned about almost as soon as he made it. With all the dishonesty and disloyalty surrounding 62 year old Leonard, the old man goes down there to teach Los Santos a lesson. A lesson that just because he’s old don’t mean he can’t still take care of business. Leonard, desensitized to all the years of murder and conspiracy in his 40+ year career as a Luppino Organization member, claims his first victim up front, at 62 years old. Leonard leaves, thinking that's the end of it. Leonard gears up, taking Marty with him. At this very point in time, Leonard separated from what people know as his normal self. An old form of Leonard, similar to his days on the street in Omaha, came out. But this time, the stress of being constantly betrayed finally got too heavy. Leonard took care of it his own way. Lenny blows the kid's face off and leaves with a smile.

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"APB's everywhere."