This is the second part of Clauds story I t isnt narrated the way I wanted it to be but right now Im just trying to get ideas outta my head so bear with me!
For all who want to keep up part 1 can be found here
http://www.nma-fallout.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=32467
So the next morning I decide to skip work and go see my childhood buddy Jake known on the streets of Reno as"Young Sly" but everyone just called him Sly! He got this name from his tall skinny figure and he always has a suspicious smirk of mischief on his face! I knew sly since we were 10 years old when he first came to Reno as a runaway slave. Both his parents where killed in an escape attempt that was made on a slave transport caravan but he and a couple others managed to escape from the caravan and wandered the waste until they ran into Reno! Giving him a bitter cold heart toward life and anyone who called themselves slavers!
Ever since then he's been into a life of crime, first starting off snatching purses and running illegal errands for thieve syndicates to becoming a notorious wealthy Jet dealer for the Mordinos!
For a 17 teen year old Sly was very wealthy well groomed always with a pocket full of chips, tons nice leather jackets and clean clothes and probably the only 17 year old with a 1951 Cadillac Coupe! Everyone knew Sly, he was feared by rival Jet dealers and pimps because of his 6'3 figure and the .223 heavy pistol he kept on his waistline. Horror tales soon grew around Reno about the victims he's sent to Golgatha!
He was the Wastelands worst nightmare young,ill tempered...and just didnt give a fuck!
Knowing about Sly my father would kill me if he knew about me hanging out with him!
Sly dealed Jet on the Norwest Side of Reno known as Commercial Row this place was crawling with worst Jet addicts who would follow and beg from you forvever! This was one of the most beat down roughest places in Reno the police even hated to patrol this area!So I take the money and Jet that I grabbed of the body from the other night and decide to take the Jet to Sly who would know what to do with it!
When I arrived to what we call as "The Row"
I see Sly and his two other partners Vigore and Jarl siitng on Sly's car drinkin beers and smoking cigerettes laughing and joking but also on a constant paranoid lookout for the police! As I approach them Jarl gives me a scarl and reaches for his pistol in his jacket but then realizes its me and his mean scarl quickly turns into a huge smile showing his gold teeth. Jarls yells"Hey boys whatta ya know its C the meatwagon mercenary!"Sly and Vigore turn around and look at me and they all laugh and point giggling and mumbling!
Sly hold out his arm and yells"Long time no see brother how is goin !"
We all conversate for a while and then I pull Sly to the side and tell him about last night and the Jet I found! He looks at me with a state of disblief and says"So you finally getting down..its about time you came around ..so are ya in or what!" Hell yea I want in!" I replied. Sly's smile strectched across his long slender face and right when he was about to speak some Jet addict rushed up to him and started begging for a hit!" Hey Sly brother I need to fly man..I need to fly!"the addict said in a histerical desperate way! Sly looks at the addict and directs him to Vigore and Jarl who are still sitting on the car drinking!" You see that shit C ..theres money to be made out here man!" As he turns and points at his car "You see that ...selling Jet got me that car..Now how many honest working citizens in Reno have one of those...None..my point exactly!"Sly says. He wraps his am around my shoulder and we walk toward his car.
Lets go for a ride C and talk some business...Vigore..Jarl..you all hold it down and take care of the customers here we will be back!"Sly says in a commanding tone of vioce.
We jump in the passenger seat of Sly's Cadillac he jumps in and starts the motor! So we are cruIsing along the rugged streets of Reno as the warm morning wasteland sun shines upon us Sly lights a cigerette and sticks his arm out of the window waving and yelling at the prostitutes on the corner with a huge smile on his face! So C how much Jet do you have?"Sly asked as he puffs his cigerette drives and stares onward toward the road! I got 10 viles!"I replied. Thats bout 500 chips right there..I know who would buy it too "Slys said. So we head toward Virgin Street to go see some guy named Sharkey. We get there and and parks the car in front a some old apartment complex."You gotta watch your back around here C..this complex is called "The Bottoms" guys around here can smell fear and will rob you the minute darkfall occurs!"Sly says! As we get out of the car we are hounded by gold digging women who offer us sex for money! I see some rough looking street thugs across the street giving us nasty scarls!
I followed Sly into the apartment I get a feeling of paranoia as we pass some thugs hanging around the building. We go toward the main door and Sly knocks. A couple seconds later a one eyed huge 300 pound black guy wearing a beanie hat and camaflouge jacket and blue jeans comes to the door. What the fuck do yall want?"the guys yells as he pops the door open holding a sawed off shotgun at his side his left fake eye giving an emtpy stare! "We here to see Sharkey muthafucker..whadda ya think.. tell Sharkey Sly is here..NOW?"Sly yelled confidently! The guard got on his radio and put in a request and we were granted access, we were directed downstairs to a basement it was filled with cigerette smoke and 1930s music! There was a skinny figuerd dark haired man sitting at a table covered with money and all types guns! Hey Sharkey..whats goin on brother!"Sly yelled. Sharkey looked up somehow disturbed from his money counting and smiled exposing his gold plated teeth.
Hey Sly whats up killa..whos yo buddy there.. he looks nervous!"Sharkey said in a suspicious tone.
Sly introduced me.. and and him and Sharkey conversated about me being a new dealer for a while. C give me the Jet!" Sly said! I gave it to him he gave it to Sharkey who spread it on the table! Heres 500 chips C."Sharkey yelled! I took the chips..now I had 750 chips total! More than my dad made in a month I made in 1 day..it felt good! Sly insisted that if I was gonna do this new lifestyle that I needed a gun so he talked to Sharkey and he lead me to an old refrigerator loaded with pistols."Pick one its free I owe Sly anyway !Sharkey said. Sly insisted I get the silver 44.Magnum Speed load revolver since it was good for beginners new to weapons! So I got the 44. . Sly showed me how to use it "Just point and squeeze C and BAM..your enemies are off to Golgatha!"Sly yelled laughing. Thats right Sly..its the only way to survive in the wastelands.. kill or be killed!" Sharkey said grinning!
So we give our regards to Sharkey and hop in the car and head back to The Row. As he is driving Sharkey insist that I go hang out with them tonite at the Cat Paw Strip Club . I was already starting to like this fast life I felt important I felt like somebody. "But first I gotta get you some fresh clothing..sorry C you cant go around looking like a bag of ass with me!"Sly said as he smoked another cigerette while driving!
So it was around noon we arrived at Macmillians Clothing store on the eastside of Reno. Sly bought me about 10 outifts,about 5 pairs of gecko skin shoes and some expensive Brahmin skin boots!
I told Sly he shouldnt have and he insisted."No you are my best friend we are brothers for life whats mine is yours C.. you have always been there for me too!"Sly said in a sincere tone. We go toward the clerk counter and the bill came out to about 2,000 chips, Sly pulls out 3,000 chips and tells the clerk to load the clothes in his trunk of his car for the exrta 1,000 chips!"Money aint shit..you see this I can make this in one night!"Sly yells as he throws the cashier the sack of chips. So Sly drops me off at our rundown apartment on 2nd Street around 4 P.M and tells me to be ready by 8P.M so we can go party and to the strip club!
As I walk in the door to my apartment and carry all the new clothes to my room.I quickly hide my gun and money in a floorboard under my bed! Soon I was confronted by my father who saw all the new clothes I had! Something told me he already knew what was goin on!" My own son falling into the life I dispise trying to live the fast life..will only get you into an early grave son!" My father yelled angrily. Where did you get this shit where where you today..youve been hangin with that no good crook Sly havent ya!"he yelled while smacking me across my head. I yelled and told him that I didnt want to live the poor mans life anymore and I was tired of wearing ragged clothes and scraping stinkin corpeses off the street and being embarassed of him. So it happened.. my father told me to pack my shit and leave. A tear rolled down his eye as he turned his back on me.
I knew this was the beginning and there was no turning back I was gonna have to make it on my own! So 8 o clock came around Im siitng on the cold cracked concrete sidewalk in front of the apartments I was just kicked out of. Sly pulls up in his Coupe with a confused look on his face I tell him what happened. So he tells me I can live with him Vigore and Jarl for now on over in Commercial Row. So we get to his place another run down apartment but nicer than my fathers where he gives me a room and board!
I see Vigore and Jarl on the couch in the living room drinking as usual talking about how they are gonna get laid. Vigor and Jarl were our age also, they were former rival gang members from the L.A Boneyards Vigore was a Blade and Jarl was a Regulator. Who were both tired of fighting one another and decided to put thier differences aside and pair up and leave L.A. for the fortunes of Reno! I look in Slys room and happen to see him sitting on his bed staring at a picture of his mom and dad. "This is all I have left to remember them by."Sly says as he looks up at me with tear filled eyes. "Its all good though Im gonna put an end to every slaver I can ..before I die. !"Sly yelled in an angered voice."One day Ill have an army strong enough to take out Metzger and all his followers!"Sly yells then drinks a beer. I asked who Sly Metzger was and he told me he was the commander of the Slaver HQ which was loacated on the eastside of the Den and this was the person responsible for his parents deaths. Sly called Vigore and Jarl in the room.This is the beginning boys ..the beginning of a new syndicate we are going to take over Reno's Jet trade and spread this shit like wildfire! Its only 4 of us now but we will start recruiting soon!..We will crush anyone who dares to oppose us! Are you all in ..if not then leave now..!"Sly looks at all of us with drunken tear filled eyes.
We all agreeded to brotherhood and loyalty to each other and drank to it. I had never seen Sly like this before Id seen the vengeful gleam in his eye and I knew he was losing his mind. So we all jumped in Slys car and headed to Cat's Paw Strip Club in the Northern City Limits of Reno. Sly had some business to dicuss with his main supplier at the club of course it was business for pleasure.
As we drive onward north we can see all the life filled lit neon signs of Reno in a blur as we drive past. Driving past prostitiutes and pimps who fill the busy streets every night, the run down buildings and family casinos police on every strip looking for illegal activity... It was beutiful.. the nightlife in Reno was great.. fast women,fast money,gambling,alchohol, just full of life. We pull up at the club and I see a line of people outside the door waitng to get in ,some of Reno's top made men pull up in thier fancy cars,escorted by trenchcoat wearing henchmen, with a sexy women in short miniskirts on thier side. Everyone reuniting ..this was a place of leizure for mafia families,pimps,dealers,hitmen,mercenaries all of Reno's crime world. We jump outta the car and walk right up to the bouncer a 6'7 260pound guy wearing a blue suit with a nice hat,with the finest gecko skin shoes, the lumps protruding out of his coat indicated he had some heavy fire power tucked under just incase things got ugly! As we walk past I hear women whispering,flirting saying some pretty promising things that would make my night, but we keep walking focusing on the business at hand.
We walk right in front of the line of customers and approach the heavy bouncer.. he sees Sly and lets us right in,even though Sly was only 17 he did alot of favors for high ranking people in Reno nobody fucked with Sly he had clout and connections. As we walk further down the neon lighted corridor we hear music getting louder as we apporched the club. A shot of adrenaline shoots down my heart. I think to myself that I was actually in a strip club about to see naked women and I was on the team with one of the most notorius men on the rise in Reno and I had a pocket fulll of money. It gave me a sense of pride and I finally felt like part of something. I looked good, smelled good new clothes expensive gecko skin shoes I was living the dream, the gangster's life and I loved every minute of it.
We walked into the main club area and I see pretty lady with long blonde hair wearing a red miniskirt with red dyed gecko skin high heels here eyes as blue as the sky, she was gourgeous. She sees Sly and quickly rushes him and gives him a big hug and kisses him on the cheek. Sly introduces us to her, her name was Jill she was our host for the night she escorted us to the VIP booth area of the club. Where all the family bosses and highest ranked pimps hung out. We are all seated and I look around and see flashing lights of all colors,women on stage completely naked ,dancing on poles,it was a beutiful sight for an adolescent virgin 17 year old. This place was pretty high class. We were all seated we were brung shot after shot of all kinds of alcohol from brahmin bear to the finest whiskeys.
Pretty soon I was buzzing with intoxication everything begin to blur all the lights all the women the music slowed everything. I look at Sly,Vigore and Jarl and they all look at me laughing and pointing making jokes about my intoxication. Vigore and Jarl jump up out of the booth to merrily proceed to the stage where the strippers were with chips in hand.
Sly gives me a rundown on every boss in the VIP. "You see that guy thats Mr. Wright his family owns parts of the eastside of Reno, they have an illegal moonshine business goin on, one of thier sons died of some dirty Jet so they hate Jet now, and forbid it..which also means they hate Jet dealers like us. Thats Salvatores men over there, Salvatore himself is confined to a wheelchair he does'nt show his face much, hes old very old but he has alot of power over those loyal dangerous men over there!"Sly whispers. Of course those are the Bishops over there who own the Desperado Casino and those are the Mordinos thats we work under somehow!" Sly points at Baby Jesus Mordino"You see him that the youngest Mordino son, he is a little punk who thinks hes tough shit because his father is the man. Hes always lookin for a fight so stay away from him, if I didnt work for his father I would have punched him out long ago.
A host approaches our booth and drops Sly a note on a piece of paper. Sly reads the paper and tells me to follow him"Its time to do business, C come on you have alot to learn!"Sly whispers as we go towards another corridor leading to another part of the club. We soon end up in another VIP room guarded by two thugs carrying Desert Eagle pistols they give us a heads up and allowed us access. We walk in the red light illuminated smoke filled room and see 3 strippers naked dancing in front of a short chubby middle aged dark slicked back haired man wearing a black leather jacket with leather pants.
We sit down across from him at a table he signals the strippers to leave for the time being he snapped his fingers and they hurry out of the room."Whats goin on Sly you ready to get down to business!"the guy murmurs with a cigarette hangin off his lip. "Whos this guy Sly?"the guy points at me with his left eyebrow raised."This is C my new right hand man!" Sly yells proudly."How you doin C Im Winston but thats Mr. Winston to you ..ever killed a man C !"Hey said in an arrogant way. See Mr. Winston was Sly's boss a made man who inturn worked right under Big Jesus Mordino. See these guys never had to even touch Jet or get thier hands dirty they just set back and collected the money. I told him no I never killed anyone and he shook his head and laughed."Now that intorductions are outta the way lets get down to business shall we..Sly, this Jet is selling like crazy its about time we expand outta Reno ..if ya know what I mean. Pretty soon this stuff is gonna spread across the wasteland to every city! Thats where I need you Sly.
"I need you to take a little business trip to The Hub where your gonna meet a connect who goes by the name of Decker. He controls most of the undergorund activity there, but its hard to get things in and out of that place because of the strict police activity they have there."Mr Winston says in a low mellow tone. "Where gonna start The Hub off with a Slab (About 10,000 chips worth of Jet) just to see how it goes. If it goes good then from there the Hub will spread it to L.A and San Fransico we will be responsible for supplying The Hub. Decker and his Syndicate will take it from there! Any questions Sly....C ?"Mr. Winston asks in a suspicious way.
TO BE CONTINUED
For all who want to keep up part 1 can be found here
http://www.nma-fallout.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=32467
So the next morning I decide to skip work and go see my childhood buddy Jake known on the streets of Reno as"Young Sly" but everyone just called him Sly! He got this name from his tall skinny figure and he always has a suspicious smirk of mischief on his face! I knew sly since we were 10 years old when he first came to Reno as a runaway slave. Both his parents where killed in an escape attempt that was made on a slave transport caravan but he and a couple others managed to escape from the caravan and wandered the waste until they ran into Reno! Giving him a bitter cold heart toward life and anyone who called themselves slavers!
Ever since then he's been into a life of crime, first starting off snatching purses and running illegal errands for thieve syndicates to becoming a notorious wealthy Jet dealer for the Mordinos!
For a 17 teen year old Sly was very wealthy well groomed always with a pocket full of chips, tons nice leather jackets and clean clothes and probably the only 17 year old with a 1951 Cadillac Coupe! Everyone knew Sly, he was feared by rival Jet dealers and pimps because of his 6'3 figure and the .223 heavy pistol he kept on his waistline. Horror tales soon grew around Reno about the victims he's sent to Golgatha!
He was the Wastelands worst nightmare young,ill tempered...and just didnt give a fuck!
Knowing about Sly my father would kill me if he knew about me hanging out with him!
Sly dealed Jet on the Norwest Side of Reno known as Commercial Row this place was crawling with worst Jet addicts who would follow and beg from you forvever! This was one of the most beat down roughest places in Reno the police even hated to patrol this area!So I take the money and Jet that I grabbed of the body from the other night and decide to take the Jet to Sly who would know what to do with it!
When I arrived to what we call as "The Row"
I see Sly and his two other partners Vigore and Jarl siitng on Sly's car drinkin beers and smoking cigerettes laughing and joking but also on a constant paranoid lookout for the police! As I approach them Jarl gives me a scarl and reaches for his pistol in his jacket but then realizes its me and his mean scarl quickly turns into a huge smile showing his gold teeth. Jarls yells"Hey boys whatta ya know its C the meatwagon mercenary!"Sly and Vigore turn around and look at me and they all laugh and point giggling and mumbling!
Sly hold out his arm and yells"Long time no see brother how is goin !"
We all conversate for a while and then I pull Sly to the side and tell him about last night and the Jet I found! He looks at me with a state of disblief and says"So you finally getting down..its about time you came around ..so are ya in or what!" Hell yea I want in!" I replied. Sly's smile strectched across his long slender face and right when he was about to speak some Jet addict rushed up to him and started begging for a hit!" Hey Sly brother I need to fly man..I need to fly!"the addict said in a histerical desperate way! Sly looks at the addict and directs him to Vigore and Jarl who are still sitting on the car drinking!" You see that shit C ..theres money to be made out here man!" As he turns and points at his car "You see that ...selling Jet got me that car..Now how many honest working citizens in Reno have one of those...None..my point exactly!"Sly says. He wraps his am around my shoulder and we walk toward his car.
Lets go for a ride C and talk some business...Vigore..Jarl..you all hold it down and take care of the customers here we will be back!"Sly says in a commanding tone of vioce.
We jump in the passenger seat of Sly's Cadillac he jumps in and starts the motor! So we are cruIsing along the rugged streets of Reno as the warm morning wasteland sun shines upon us Sly lights a cigerette and sticks his arm out of the window waving and yelling at the prostitutes on the corner with a huge smile on his face! So C how much Jet do you have?"Sly asked as he puffs his cigerette drives and stares onward toward the road! I got 10 viles!"I replied. Thats bout 500 chips right there..I know who would buy it too "Slys said. So we head toward Virgin Street to go see some guy named Sharkey. We get there and and parks the car in front a some old apartment complex."You gotta watch your back around here C..this complex is called "The Bottoms" guys around here can smell fear and will rob you the minute darkfall occurs!"Sly says! As we get out of the car we are hounded by gold digging women who offer us sex for money! I see some rough looking street thugs across the street giving us nasty scarls!
I followed Sly into the apartment I get a feeling of paranoia as we pass some thugs hanging around the building. We go toward the main door and Sly knocks. A couple seconds later a one eyed huge 300 pound black guy wearing a beanie hat and camaflouge jacket and blue jeans comes to the door. What the fuck do yall want?"the guys yells as he pops the door open holding a sawed off shotgun at his side his left fake eye giving an emtpy stare! "We here to see Sharkey muthafucker..whadda ya think.. tell Sharkey Sly is here..NOW?"Sly yelled confidently! The guard got on his radio and put in a request and we were granted access, we were directed downstairs to a basement it was filled with cigerette smoke and 1930s music! There was a skinny figuerd dark haired man sitting at a table covered with money and all types guns! Hey Sharkey..whats goin on brother!"Sly yelled. Sharkey looked up somehow disturbed from his money counting and smiled exposing his gold plated teeth.
Hey Sly whats up killa..whos yo buddy there.. he looks nervous!"Sharkey said in a suspicious tone.
Sly introduced me.. and and him and Sharkey conversated about me being a new dealer for a while. C give me the Jet!" Sly said! I gave it to him he gave it to Sharkey who spread it on the table! Heres 500 chips C."Sharkey yelled! I took the chips..now I had 750 chips total! More than my dad made in a month I made in 1 day..it felt good! Sly insisted that if I was gonna do this new lifestyle that I needed a gun so he talked to Sharkey and he lead me to an old refrigerator loaded with pistols."Pick one its free I owe Sly anyway !Sharkey said. Sly insisted I get the silver 44.Magnum Speed load revolver since it was good for beginners new to weapons! So I got the 44. . Sly showed me how to use it "Just point and squeeze C and BAM..your enemies are off to Golgatha!"Sly yelled laughing. Thats right Sly..its the only way to survive in the wastelands.. kill or be killed!" Sharkey said grinning!
So we give our regards to Sharkey and hop in the car and head back to The Row. As he is driving Sharkey insist that I go hang out with them tonite at the Cat Paw Strip Club . I was already starting to like this fast life I felt important I felt like somebody. "But first I gotta get you some fresh clothing..sorry C you cant go around looking like a bag of ass with me!"Sly said as he smoked another cigerette while driving!
So it was around noon we arrived at Macmillians Clothing store on the eastside of Reno. Sly bought me about 10 outifts,about 5 pairs of gecko skin shoes and some expensive Brahmin skin boots!
I told Sly he shouldnt have and he insisted."No you are my best friend we are brothers for life whats mine is yours C.. you have always been there for me too!"Sly said in a sincere tone. We go toward the clerk counter and the bill came out to about 2,000 chips, Sly pulls out 3,000 chips and tells the clerk to load the clothes in his trunk of his car for the exrta 1,000 chips!"Money aint shit..you see this I can make this in one night!"Sly yells as he throws the cashier the sack of chips. So Sly drops me off at our rundown apartment on 2nd Street around 4 P.M and tells me to be ready by 8P.M so we can go party and to the strip club!
As I walk in the door to my apartment and carry all the new clothes to my room.I quickly hide my gun and money in a floorboard under my bed! Soon I was confronted by my father who saw all the new clothes I had! Something told me he already knew what was goin on!" My own son falling into the life I dispise trying to live the fast life..will only get you into an early grave son!" My father yelled angrily. Where did you get this shit where where you today..youve been hangin with that no good crook Sly havent ya!"he yelled while smacking me across my head. I yelled and told him that I didnt want to live the poor mans life anymore and I was tired of wearing ragged clothes and scraping stinkin corpeses off the street and being embarassed of him. So it happened.. my father told me to pack my shit and leave. A tear rolled down his eye as he turned his back on me.
I knew this was the beginning and there was no turning back I was gonna have to make it on my own! So 8 o clock came around Im siitng on the cold cracked concrete sidewalk in front of the apartments I was just kicked out of. Sly pulls up in his Coupe with a confused look on his face I tell him what happened. So he tells me I can live with him Vigore and Jarl for now on over in Commercial Row. So we get to his place another run down apartment but nicer than my fathers where he gives me a room and board!
I see Vigore and Jarl on the couch in the living room drinking as usual talking about how they are gonna get laid. Vigor and Jarl were our age also, they were former rival gang members from the L.A Boneyards Vigore was a Blade and Jarl was a Regulator. Who were both tired of fighting one another and decided to put thier differences aside and pair up and leave L.A. for the fortunes of Reno! I look in Slys room and happen to see him sitting on his bed staring at a picture of his mom and dad. "This is all I have left to remember them by."Sly says as he looks up at me with tear filled eyes. "Its all good though Im gonna put an end to every slaver I can ..before I die. !"Sly yelled in an angered voice."One day Ill have an army strong enough to take out Metzger and all his followers!"Sly yells then drinks a beer. I asked who Sly Metzger was and he told me he was the commander of the Slaver HQ which was loacated on the eastside of the Den and this was the person responsible for his parents deaths. Sly called Vigore and Jarl in the room.This is the beginning boys ..the beginning of a new syndicate we are going to take over Reno's Jet trade and spread this shit like wildfire! Its only 4 of us now but we will start recruiting soon!..We will crush anyone who dares to oppose us! Are you all in ..if not then leave now..!"Sly looks at all of us with drunken tear filled eyes.
We all agreeded to brotherhood and loyalty to each other and drank to it. I had never seen Sly like this before Id seen the vengeful gleam in his eye and I knew he was losing his mind. So we all jumped in Slys car and headed to Cat's Paw Strip Club in the Northern City Limits of Reno. Sly had some business to dicuss with his main supplier at the club of course it was business for pleasure.
As we drive onward north we can see all the life filled lit neon signs of Reno in a blur as we drive past. Driving past prostitiutes and pimps who fill the busy streets every night, the run down buildings and family casinos police on every strip looking for illegal activity... It was beutiful.. the nightlife in Reno was great.. fast women,fast money,gambling,alchohol, just full of life. We pull up at the club and I see a line of people outside the door waitng to get in ,some of Reno's top made men pull up in thier fancy cars,escorted by trenchcoat wearing henchmen, with a sexy women in short miniskirts on thier side. Everyone reuniting ..this was a place of leizure for mafia families,pimps,dealers,hitmen,mercenaries all of Reno's crime world. We jump outta the car and walk right up to the bouncer a 6'7 260pound guy wearing a blue suit with a nice hat,with the finest gecko skin shoes, the lumps protruding out of his coat indicated he had some heavy fire power tucked under just incase things got ugly! As we walk past I hear women whispering,flirting saying some pretty promising things that would make my night, but we keep walking focusing on the business at hand.
We walk right in front of the line of customers and approach the heavy bouncer.. he sees Sly and lets us right in,even though Sly was only 17 he did alot of favors for high ranking people in Reno nobody fucked with Sly he had clout and connections. As we walk further down the neon lighted corridor we hear music getting louder as we apporched the club. A shot of adrenaline shoots down my heart. I think to myself that I was actually in a strip club about to see naked women and I was on the team with one of the most notorius men on the rise in Reno and I had a pocket fulll of money. It gave me a sense of pride and I finally felt like part of something. I looked good, smelled good new clothes expensive gecko skin shoes I was living the dream, the gangster's life and I loved every minute of it.
We walked into the main club area and I see pretty lady with long blonde hair wearing a red miniskirt with red dyed gecko skin high heels here eyes as blue as the sky, she was gourgeous. She sees Sly and quickly rushes him and gives him a big hug and kisses him on the cheek. Sly introduces us to her, her name was Jill she was our host for the night she escorted us to the VIP booth area of the club. Where all the family bosses and highest ranked pimps hung out. We are all seated and I look around and see flashing lights of all colors,women on stage completely naked ,dancing on poles,it was a beutiful sight for an adolescent virgin 17 year old. This place was pretty high class. We were all seated we were brung shot after shot of all kinds of alcohol from brahmin bear to the finest whiskeys.
Pretty soon I was buzzing with intoxication everything begin to blur all the lights all the women the music slowed everything. I look at Sly,Vigore and Jarl and they all look at me laughing and pointing making jokes about my intoxication. Vigore and Jarl jump up out of the booth to merrily proceed to the stage where the strippers were with chips in hand.
Sly gives me a rundown on every boss in the VIP. "You see that guy thats Mr. Wright his family owns parts of the eastside of Reno, they have an illegal moonshine business goin on, one of thier sons died of some dirty Jet so they hate Jet now, and forbid it..which also means they hate Jet dealers like us. Thats Salvatores men over there, Salvatore himself is confined to a wheelchair he does'nt show his face much, hes old very old but he has alot of power over those loyal dangerous men over there!"Sly whispers. Of course those are the Bishops over there who own the Desperado Casino and those are the Mordinos thats we work under somehow!" Sly points at Baby Jesus Mordino"You see him that the youngest Mordino son, he is a little punk who thinks hes tough shit because his father is the man. Hes always lookin for a fight so stay away from him, if I didnt work for his father I would have punched him out long ago.
A host approaches our booth and drops Sly a note on a piece of paper. Sly reads the paper and tells me to follow him"Its time to do business, C come on you have alot to learn!"Sly whispers as we go towards another corridor leading to another part of the club. We soon end up in another VIP room guarded by two thugs carrying Desert Eagle pistols they give us a heads up and allowed us access. We walk in the red light illuminated smoke filled room and see 3 strippers naked dancing in front of a short chubby middle aged dark slicked back haired man wearing a black leather jacket with leather pants.
We sit down across from him at a table he signals the strippers to leave for the time being he snapped his fingers and they hurry out of the room."Whats goin on Sly you ready to get down to business!"the guy murmurs with a cigarette hangin off his lip. "Whos this guy Sly?"the guy points at me with his left eyebrow raised."This is C my new right hand man!" Sly yells proudly."How you doin C Im Winston but thats Mr. Winston to you ..ever killed a man C !"Hey said in an arrogant way. See Mr. Winston was Sly's boss a made man who inturn worked right under Big Jesus Mordino. See these guys never had to even touch Jet or get thier hands dirty they just set back and collected the money. I told him no I never killed anyone and he shook his head and laughed."Now that intorductions are outta the way lets get down to business shall we..Sly, this Jet is selling like crazy its about time we expand outta Reno ..if ya know what I mean. Pretty soon this stuff is gonna spread across the wasteland to every city! Thats where I need you Sly.
"I need you to take a little business trip to The Hub where your gonna meet a connect who goes by the name of Decker. He controls most of the undergorund activity there, but its hard to get things in and out of that place because of the strict police activity they have there."Mr Winston says in a low mellow tone. "Where gonna start The Hub off with a Slab (About 10,000 chips worth of Jet) just to see how it goes. If it goes good then from there the Hub will spread it to L.A and San Fransico we will be responsible for supplying The Hub. Decker and his Syndicate will take it from there! Any questions Sly....C ?"Mr. Winston asks in a suspicious way.
TO BE CONTINUED