little P
Super Mod
This is just me adding some commentary on to some screenshots I took the other night 
So this little story begins with a choice, which ride to take over Benny’s to check out his new shipment of stock? I had some cash burning a hole in my pocket from my last job, and when Benny says he has new stock in, you better get down there before it’s gone.
I settled on the Buccaneer and headed on down to Benny’s. I swung by Brian’s place to check out his barn find. It needs work but with a few overnight parts from Mexico it should decimate all, or so Jesse says.
I spent too much cash on the Buccaneer as is usual but hey, you can’t take it with you eh. There I was, taking in the views on my way home from Benny’s, feeling good about the shallow, materalistic buzz of spending too much cash when suddenly, everything was about to change. Los Santos was going to get a little weirder that day. I mean, this place is crazy, but it got real crazy after this call I got from Lester (speaking of weird).
Be at the factory tonight he says, nothing else, then hangs up. For once he didn’t say much, so I knew whatever it was, it was going to be big if Lester was being this cautious… I met up with this crew from parts unknown. They didn’t talk much, but that’s okay neither do I, and Lester can do the talking for everyone anyway, we all know that. We met up outside the factory and for some reason we all just stood there in a neat line contemplating life for a while…
One guy I knew from previous jobs. Calls himself Quicksilver, except on Saturdays, when he’s called Susan. Crazy yes, but he gets the job done. The two new guys were…. strange. One of them looked like a magician who’d stepped straight out of the come-a-lot casino in San Andreas with his bow tie and top hat and I tried to ignore the fact that the other one was rocking a racoon mask and had piercing, terrifying yellow eyes. But hey, Lester said they were cool, so I just tried to get on with the job in hand – my biggest score yet. Lester wants us to take down a bank… cha-ching!
In some ways I needed this like a bullet in the head…
But in a lot of others I needed the money. I mean, those hydraulics ain’t gonna pay for themselves. Speaking of hydraulics, turns out that crazy guy I mentioned earlier? He likes his Lowriders too. So we met up a couple of days before the job to talk things over and check out our rides. Well, I didn't realize it was Saturday when we met and guess what, that crazy bitch alter ego of his turned up. Well… a picture speaks a thousand words...
With that numberplate Quick rolled up in his lowrider and proceeded to mount my poor lowrider. Showing me the hydraulics I think he shouted over the sound of the bass pumping from the trunk and the strangely soothing sound of metal grinding on metal. He owed me big time after this little stunt, but he/she didn’t seem to care. All I could hear him/her shout like a demented lunatic was “HOW DUPE CAR?!!? HOW DUPE CAR?!?!” I still have no idea what the hell that was all about.
To be continued...
So this little story begins with a choice, which ride to take over Benny’s to check out his new shipment of stock? I had some cash burning a hole in my pocket from my last job, and when Benny says he has new stock in, you better get down there before it’s gone.
I settled on the Buccaneer and headed on down to Benny’s. I swung by Brian’s place to check out his barn find. It needs work but with a few overnight parts from Mexico it should decimate all, or so Jesse says.
I spent too much cash on the Buccaneer as is usual but hey, you can’t take it with you eh. There I was, taking in the views on my way home from Benny’s, feeling good about the shallow, materalistic buzz of spending too much cash when suddenly, everything was about to change. Los Santos was going to get a little weirder that day. I mean, this place is crazy, but it got real crazy after this call I got from Lester (speaking of weird).
Be at the factory tonight he says, nothing else, then hangs up. For once he didn’t say much, so I knew whatever it was, it was going to be big if Lester was being this cautious… I met up with this crew from parts unknown. They didn’t talk much, but that’s okay neither do I, and Lester can do the talking for everyone anyway, we all know that. We met up outside the factory and for some reason we all just stood there in a neat line contemplating life for a while…
One guy I knew from previous jobs. Calls himself Quicksilver, except on Saturdays, when he’s called Susan. Crazy yes, but he gets the job done. The two new guys were…. strange. One of them looked like a magician who’d stepped straight out of the come-a-lot casino in San Andreas with his bow tie and top hat and I tried to ignore the fact that the other one was rocking a racoon mask and had piercing, terrifying yellow eyes. But hey, Lester said they were cool, so I just tried to get on with the job in hand – my biggest score yet. Lester wants us to take down a bank… cha-ching!
In some ways I needed this like a bullet in the head…
But in a lot of others I needed the money. I mean, those hydraulics ain’t gonna pay for themselves. Speaking of hydraulics, turns out that crazy guy I mentioned earlier? He likes his Lowriders too. So we met up a couple of days before the job to talk things over and check out our rides. Well, I didn't realize it was Saturday when we met and guess what, that crazy bitch alter ego of his turned up. Well… a picture speaks a thousand words...
With that numberplate Quick rolled up in his lowrider and proceeded to mount my poor lowrider. Showing me the hydraulics I think he shouted over the sound of the bass pumping from the trunk and the strangely soothing sound of metal grinding on metal. He owed me big time after this little stunt, but he/she didn’t seem to care. All I could hear him/her shout like a demented lunatic was “HOW DUPE CAR?!!? HOW DUPE CAR?!?!” I still have no idea what the hell that was all about.
To be continued...
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