Date: February 23rd, 2012
Location: Las Santos, San Andreas

     Chase Lamon was a 21 year old black male from Las Santos. He was a kid back in the days when the Infamous Carl Johnson of Grove Street left his crime sprees all over the streets... Looking for his mother's killer as well as getting GSF (Grove Street Families) back into their respected place on the streets. The Ballas didn't know what they were up against when by the time CJ's family rose to power.
Born in 1991, Chase was only 3 years old when CJ had moved back to San Andreas, but growing up, the Legend of Carl Johnson was all people ever talked about.
Chase wanted to make it big in this world. He had been planning it his whole life. Ever since he was 13 he was selling weed with his cousins. He would make himself Remembered for the rest of time as the Don of San Andreas.
"You ready?" Big Puff asked as he took the last puff off his cigarette and threw it away.
"I'm ready! Where's the crew?" Chase answered back.
"Big Thug and Slim Thug are going to be watching the alleyways, they'll have our back! The texted me a couple of minutes ago, they're ready, now are YOU ready?" Big Puff insisted as he nudged at Chase with a bump to the chest.
"I'm Ready! LET'S DO THIS!" Chase hollered back loud enough for the rest of the hood to hear.
"Okay, I got the new ride ready. It's an old 2002 Neon. The Barretta Thieves picked it months ago, I figure enough time has passed to let it hit the streets." Big Puff chuckled. 
It was nearing 10 pm, and the street lights gave only just enough light to see in his corner of the hood. Chase walked through the driveway of the Firebombed and Abandoned Safe House of his Crew "Las Santos Black Flag Mob" or "BFM" for short. 
Reaching the stolen Neon, Chase opened the car door and sat down in the drivers seat, Big Puff took a seat next to him and lit up a smoke.
"So, you sure you want to do this. We're 21 Chase, the law is a lot stricter than it was in CJ's time. We can get out of the Game while only doing petty crimes, or step it up... Are you sure you wanna step it up?" Big Puff asked for the third time.
"Puff, We got bills, and we got skills. Our skills are in the Criminal Mindstate Category. We need to get this Connect!" Chase insisted.
"Okay, the Contact said he'd be there in 25 minutes, if he doesn't see us, he's leaving. So let's get going nigga!" Big Puff responded as Chase fired up the car and drove to the meetup spot.
The Meetup Spot was in an old subdivision built in 2001 and later left to become the Abandoned Ghetto of Las Santos in 2007.
New Jack City was a dangerous place for anyone to go to unless they had a real good reason, like buying a gun or something along the lines. It was the Biggest Ghetto San Andreas ever had up until now. 
It was originally meant to attract tourists, but when the Italian Mob moved into town, they quickly claimed the turf as their territory... Now and days, not even the Police would go to New Jack Ghetto.
As Chase pulled into the Alley two minutes early, Big Puff, having already smoked 2 cigarettes along the way, lit up another smoke.
As the two got out of the car, Chase put one hand on his 9mm Handgun tucked into his pants and lit a smoke himself.
20 minutes later, the streets were beginning to get sketchy, the same homeless man had walked past the alley 12 times since they'd been there and one of the Street Lights --of all times to do this-- had just flickered before burning out completely.
"I don't think he's showing Chase." Big Puff said, sounding a little worried.
"Yeah, you're probably right... Call Big Thug and Slim Thug and let them know we're calling it off."
'You the guys?" Someone from behind them asked as the two bolted to face him.
He was a man in a Luxury Black Suit and White Gloves.
"We're the guys, man what took you so long!?" Chase shouted.
"What's a matter, scared of the dark, there's a lot of this in a business like this. Get used to it kid." the man replied.
"So, we were told to meet you for a good Connect on Yayo."
"Yes... Pure. Authentic. Cocaine." The man said as he began walking towards them.
"Ay, Watch it man, we will gun you down if you get to close!" Chase threatened the man with his gun while the man continued walking.
"The Cocaine is in a hidden compartment of the basement of a Mansion right now... But my Contact doesn't want any loose ends. So... you'll either have to get it through me or "Ripper".
"Who's Ripper?" The two asked simultaneously.
"Ripper is the famous thug on this block that does many deals, he is known for ripping people off, hence: "Ripper", and most people are too scared to complain about it.
"How much do you have and how much do you want for it?" Chase asked while Big Puff lit up another smoke.
"I can give you Four Ounces to start with, at, let's say, a Grand"
"Four Ounces? A Grand? What do you think Puff?" Chase said, lighting up a Smoke while Big Puff threw another smoke away.
"I think we gun him down and take his Coke! -- Heh! Just Joking, Yeah, it sounds good."
"Listen Kid, I know you want to feel like the Big Man right now. But I am unarmed, however, I have 2 guys watching every angle of this Alley and 2 guys watching the your guys... Watch your Fucken mouth." The man replied, pulling out a Brown Package.
"1 Grand, we'll do it." Chase replied, giving Big Puff a dirty look.
"The Price just when up... to a Grand and a Half."
"Cuz, that doesn't do much for Profit." Chase replied almost at a whisper.
"1 Grand and a Quarter, for a Favor."
"What's the Favor?"
"You owe me one... When I need to call in a Favor, you'll be there."
Chase exchanged a glance with Big Puff.
"We'll do it."
Chase passed the money to the man who's name none of them knew and the two walked back to the car with 4 ounces of Cocaine. Starting up the car, they drove back to the Hood, while Big Puff texted Big Thug and Slim Thug to let them know the Job was over.
The Black Flag Mob was going to be making Big money from now on. But Chase felt more had to be done. He had to make his Crew and Gang, Stronger than the ghetto's of New Jack City.
Until then Chase was beginning to feel the vibe that things were starting to come together.
They already had a Safe House, A connection to Stolen Cars and now they had a Coke supply added to their Weed supply.
Things were going to be getting better from now on...

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