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6th Nov 2014



The Novan Empire
First Entry
FIRST CONTACT
When I met Wallys and the Crime Corporation it was early on in the day i was doing my regular trip to Los Santos, i was visiting the Nightclub over on strawberry ave. As i walked through the door a sense of formidable men and women hit me like a freight train, but i didn't react i knew i was there for a couple of drinks and for a show. I strolled to the bar to see a couple of guys grabbing a couple of over priced drinks to have a man stop me before i arrived at the bar. he introduced himself as Wallys (the man would be more accurately described as being a man clearly able to defend himself)


(man who originally owned Nova went by the name of Lord Reaper KIA and Dark assumed command)
Our First Tour
1995-2005
The Mercenary crew known as the Novan Empire was established first by a man in southern Saudi Arabia he ran the Mercs as protection for a drug lord and made a very large sum of money of him during this time period. The Empire obtained a rather large disposable income through this period which was shortly lost due to operations in southern Saigon. When we touched down into Saudi Arabia we had a large number of men and women in the Empire but that didnt last long. Our men were hired onto a Drug Lord but it turned out the Drug Lord had intentions to betray us, i grew wise to this Insurgency and opted to escape before my PMC was wiped out. We had a C-130 ready for take off but all of Nova Team 14 was wiped out save for me and my current second in command Lunar (darkestblade)

Second Go At it
2006-2009
We touched down in Southern Saigon with close to 45 million dollars to operate off of, this was our inflation period. I assumed that through the large funds i could keep a larger operation and team in place i was sadly mistaken. My operation in Southern Saigon was to originally work against military forces trying to occupy the area. Shortly however it turned into a tug of war to see who was better us or those forces, the extended Operation proved fatal to not only my men but my funds. I decided to cut my losses and move out before the situation became overly possesive

Final tour before the Los Santos infiltration
2009-2014
I was found by a man named David Johanson when i left Saigon and he had already established quite a large funding for himself and wanted to go ahead and hire my PMC externally and use us to distribute large sums of illegalities throughout Sri Lanka, i accepted and moved in. When we set our boots on the shit hole known as Sri Lanka i had recruited the man known simply as Alexander Bluetree. This was the biggest mistake i have ever made as he not only managed to sabotage us but was KIA before i could prove it was him doing it. Our time in Sri Lanka hardened us for the battlefield, Johanson decided after years of service in that part of the world it was time to test us out in the States, and So began our operations within the desert.


(this is the man known as Alexander Bluetree, he is currently listed officially in my dossier as KIA)

Los Santos Operations
2014/----
It was not long before i found Wallys and his band of men and women. I decided to let him and crime corp hire us on as a PMC. Johanson however is our main employer and did the paperwork and contracts to hire us anonomously so that we could operate here. The contract states that anything we use is cleared for use so long as any damages dealt out are paid for in full by the Novan PMC or by David Johanson himself. that being said anything we do against the Government is not covered in the contract and may still be persacutable in the court of law and may also revoke our license to operate depending on the severity of the case.

Johansons Business
1995/----
Johanson runs and operates a universal business he creates about anythign and sells it for cheap prices, this has lead to a large profit in the past few years. johansons bank consists mostly of some 6 million dollars in cash. his company stocks involve how well he is doing each week. if his stocks dip so does his profits and that makes Johanson mad so he tells Dark where to stirke to bring them stocks back up. he does have dirty money that he aqquired from dark throughout the drug deals in Sri Lanka but Johanson keeps those stocked away at a foreign banking firm and those funds are extremely limited. only about 1 million dollars.
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Dirty Money : $5,416,000
Clean Money: $8,651,500
Cars Owned: Dubster, Granger, 9F, Schwartzer
Property Owned: Bookie Office,
House in Vinewood Hills, Apartment Building in Vespucci Canals Area

Last Edit: 17th Nov 2014 by Dark
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9th Nov 2014

The Novan Empires bank
Clean money 1,000,000
Dirty Money 980,000
The payouts for the Empire have changed and ive set up and structured a different payout scale than what Crime Corp members are used to all Novan Mercs will be making a end of the week paycheck real time withdrawal from the clean funds this paycheck will be the only source of income from the Empire and no matter the job the pay stays the same. for Crime Corp members further co operative Ops have been suspended until further notice for anything but spectating until Pay Grade can be discussed with Wallys about a reasonable amount of money for a job
Paycheck per active Novan
until further notice 10,000 every friday realtime. dirty funds made by Novans is thiers to keep but Clean funds made working a contract is given to the clan for the betterment of the Empire. non-negotiable

Money used for ammunition
-40000 Dirty every week real time this money is saved up from a specific funding and will not be deducted from the actual number amount listed above, i will be listing the percentage of 40000 we have each week so if you want to keep the PMC running get those Ops DONE!!! jobs must have a payout or they will not be used
Fuel is not a item which is bought, it is requisitioned from others.

Future Leased soldiers hired on externally in times of need the pay grade is that of a regular Novan. 10000 clean funds and may variate depending on the severity of the mission.

Future Reference i will be sending my guys a weekly bank report, dont ignore this its a detailed info pane as to how exactly you guys are still making money
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16th Nov 2014

Alert to all Novans your Alter egos will be recquired in a PM to me at the end of the week
Edit in Progress future location of Roster


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16th Nov 2014

Legal Businesses Owned By Nova
This is currently Being worked on it will be completed by the end of the week. searching for places to work out of once completed i will have them posted up for Sale Inform me as to when you wish to buy them and the Empire will receive ten percent of all Clean funds

businesses for sale as of November 16.
http://imgur.com/a/EMKnU
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16th Nov 2014

Rule OF Engagement
These are the preliminary rules that i have set in order to keep things running smoothly
Tanks:
these are specialist Vehicles and can only be operated by those i assign the tank to any Op Reports i find with tanks rolling about without my approval will be edited and they will be removed
High End Explosives:
Airstrikes, Bombs, Carpet Bombings, and Lacing areas with explosives are only open one time in an operation and they must receive the green light by your superior officer ie the highest ranking member of the squad.
Fuel Reserves:
when i state that the fuel reserves are running low we will only use the minimum amount of vehicles this means that Tanks, Jets, Trucks, Cargo transport Planes, Planes, Choppers, and the ability to move to the city with our jeeps will be prohibited. this means dont skip the "small" stuff the requisitioning of fuel is a must, dont think that because it doesnt directly make money means it doesnt period, fuel keeps your asses in gear to make money gotta get those Fuel Dumps done

Posting on Wally page
This is a very very very refined rule and punishment will be handed out for this, if you post on the page that wallys uses for his crew then make damn good and sure its relevant to whats going on in his crew. i dont want to see people posting up on the how did your day go page and spamming the shit out of it with useless information to wallys. and furthermore get approval from me before you do it

City Operations:
This until further noticed is completely banned to ALL NOVANS until further notice, that means while in uniform anything pertaining to the city and your post will be redacted. Crime Corp doesnt come out to the desert shooting shit up so we aint going to go to the city shooting shit to pieces. lets have a little bit of mutual respect for them.

Complete Annihilation of Enemies
If i see that you somehow in an Op Report went and singlehandly wiped out everyone for miles ill have that post deleted and ill go about my merry way, roleplay is not about making yourself a badass its about making an interesting story
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16th Nov 2014

Ammo and fuel Percentages
Ammo 116% Donaldson has sold us our ammo
Fuel 100% were above our holding level with our latest shipment

This is a very keen area to watch if Crime Corp needs our assistance check this out first and the post in a reply to the post what percentage of ammo and fuel you used it will variate. btw the comments for this that DONT PERTAIN TO FUEL AND AMMO WILL BE DELETED!!! i dont have time to read what your mommy and daddy's did last night on my fuel rate, absolutely no posts other than what has to do with Fuel and Ammo

The Scale to judge your consumption
If your helping Crime Corp or doing an op that involves killing people depending on the amount of those involved it will variate
Large Ops: 4 or more Novans will consume a righteous 20 percent of Ammo
Med. Ops: 2-3 Novans use up 15%
Small Ops: 1 Novan will use only 5%
Guard Ops: will use no ammo if nothing happens if something does refer to the above listed scale

Fuel consumption
Same for the above listed except fuel is judged by the actual distance
long distance: 10% to the City or Paletto
Med distance: 5% to the mountains
Short distance: 1% this means withing our desert

Do Not Think you can escape this make sure i know about fuel and ammo changes


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17th Nov 2014

Op reports
You walk into the main HQ and take a seat at a table. you have in your hands a detailed report of the Operation you just did, you see the Sergeant sitting at his desk shouting orders into a Mic at soldiers. You stroll over and give him the Report and walk away. You know The Commander is going to be reading it so he knows whats going on in his desert. better not disappoint him you think to yourself silently
Post All Ops after this post


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17th Nov 2014

http://imgur.com/a/cmUu6 Recon op for our new HQ examine this intel and know where your striking were doing this fast and loud. this domestic terrorist cell wont be in action for much longer
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21st Nov 2014

I think the first time i fired a gun was when i was twelve. My dad took me out back and showed my how to work his shotgun. From then on hunting was a thing in my life. When i was fifteen me and my friends joined this small gang, there was twenty two of us. The first person i killed was some shit from a rival gang. There was a shootout after we tried to move in on their territory, three dead. His street name was "North" his real name was Jesse Richman, he was some Canadian kid. The other two that died that day where from our side... Cory Malcolm and Ruth Jones. They where good friends. after the shootout, i left the gang. I wanted to be bigger. I wanted to be stronger, i wanted to be the best. So when a larger gang came to me and asked me to become a hitman. I was more than happy to take the money, and damn was it a good gig let me tell you... but enough of that, i gotta move before they find me in this here cafe. Don't worry i will be fine. They cant kill me, nobody can.

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21st Nov 2014

Now, when they said "Hitman" i thought they meant i would be driving around in a nice car and shooting rich people that had way too much power and money on their hands. I was wrong. Instead they had me stand on a corner, there was a dealer across the street in an alley in front of me at all times. I was a fucking bodyguard. to think that i would be placed in such a powerless position, i wasn't even protecting anyone important. Hell i bet i could shoot him and nobody would bat an eye. But anyways, it was my fourth day "on the job" and i still hadn't earned a dime to show it. I was wearing worn grey jeans and a black hoodie that day. A .38 Snub nose was tucked under my hoodie, and i was dying to shoot it. well dear friends. I got my chance. The dealer across the street was called "Wolf" i didn't like the name but fuck it, i didn't have a choice to what name he had. He had grey sweatpants and a blue T-shirt on. And he always had a stupid look on his face, maybe it was the soul patch im not sure. He was approached by a tall skinny white boy and a slightly shorter black man. They seemed to be together. The white boy started talking up Wolf and they seemed as if they knew eachother, doing some complex handshake and all that shit. His buddy was just eye'n me up. Staring at me as if i killed his family or some shit. I shoulda shot him right then and there. Wolf and his "buddy" kept on talking, until his friend said something serious. Now, i have absolutely no idea what was said. But the mood dropped like a rock. His buddy shoved him back and Wolf hit the wall. Wolf jumped back up and took a swing, but failed miserably. Buddy tripped him and Wolf hit the floor. Face down and humiliated he started to bleed from his nose, and cry. And whilst i was watching the scene unfold (and having a bit of a laugh) his friend came up behind me and kicked my knee in. My leg went down and he smacked me over the head with something metal. A bent pipe dropped next to my head, i saw him walk back to his friend and produce a switchblade. They stabbed Wolf thirteen times. once they took the product he had in his prius, they fled the scene. i was not done with them yet. I stumbled across the street and got the keys from Wolf, got in the car. And started driving the way they came. i saw them turn into an alley and stopped the car. The door clicked open and i carefully stepped out. I took out my .38 and checked if it was loaded. It was. I leaned against the wall and looked into the alley. they where going through the contents of a backpack. I stepped into the alley and broke into a sprint, aiming my weapon and firing two shots. the bullets missed and sailed off down to the end of the alley. they both stood up and started to run. i chased them for three blocks straight before white boy tripped and fell over. his friend, didnt even notice. i fired another shot, but i missed once again. i turned to look at the little shit that lay on the ground behind me. He started to scramble to his feet and i put a bullet in his leg. He fell over, clenching his leg and screaming. I unloaded the magazine and the empty shells hit the ground with clangs and dings. I caught the one round still good and put it back into the magazine along with four other rounds. A black van rolled up and took the bastard away, and i was assigned my first hit. Get the man that got our man.
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23rd Nov 2014

The lights to my vehicle switched off. I sat still in my seat and watched the house across the road from me. His name was Jackson Skyline. He and his brother lived in the house as far as i knew. A silenced Beretta M9 sat in the glove compartment. I opened it and placed it on the dash in front of me. Someone was sitting in the living room, i could see it through the curtains. Someone else walked off down to the right. The night was dark and quiet. I gotta make sure i do this swiftly and quietly. The door slammed behind me and i stepped out of the alley. The M9 tucked in my leather jacket. They gave it to me because it was made to hold a silenced M9. I started to walk across the street until a car almost hit me. Buddy gave me the finger and kept on driving. My foot reached the doorstep and i put my hand in my jacket, ready for anything. I took a deep breath and knocked twice. No answer, rude prick. I knocked twice again and heard a lazy "Im coming". The footsteps started to get louder until they were on the other side of the door. I heard several locks click and then the door swung open. A tall man stood in the doorway, slightly resembling my target. (Probably his brother) "Yes?" he asked me. FUCK what am i doing? I then realized that i still hand my hand in my jacket. I quickly took it out and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to think of an excuse. He started to grow impatient and looked at me like i was the man that set a bus on fire. "Well? are you going to come in or what?" Oh thank god. "U-uh yes, yes please." Fuck im so nervous. I stepped in and walked past him into the living room. "Want a drink?" Before i could give him an answer he walked past me into a hallway to my left. "Take a seat" The room i stepped into was a dark yellow, a large window to the right (Facing the alley i was in moments ago) and to my left a couch facing the window and a hallway to the kitchen. at the other and of the room there were two bean bag chairs, and just to my right was a comfortable armchair. He walked out of the hallway carrying two pink lemonades. he put mine on the table and sat in one of the beanbag chairs. i sat on the couch and took a sip. That was some good fucking lemonade. "So, im assuming your here for Jackson?" i gave him a nod and he leaned back with a sigh. "Look if your gonna off him dont do it here. i got kids alright? i live a legitimate life. i dont need his shit or your shit." I was suprised he didnt care for his brother. We talked a little more, and eventually he gave me a place. Some bar a few miles from here. I stood up and gave him a nod. I turned to say thanks and saw the rest of his family. a young boy, probably around six. and another child in his wifes arms. I waved and that was that. I got back into my vehicle. Turned the keys, and began my drive to this bar.

The drive took a half hour, the radio didnt have anything good on it so i just turned to the classic rock channel. I pulled up to the bar, it had a small parking lot. There were about thirteen cars parked in the lot. I pulled into a spot and turned my vehicle off. The M9 was still in my jacket. i stood up and looked at the bar itself. and i didnt need to look far to see my target. He couldnt see me yet. i decided i would take the long way around. I walked to the other side of the street and made it to the other end of the bar. i reached in my jacket and clicked off the safety and started walking. I passed by a few people smoking outside the bar, talking about the recent murder of a drug dealer. I kept on walking and drew my weapon just as i turned the corner. He was behind two guys and saw me immediately, jumping to his left behind a car. I had already fired off the first two shots, hitting one of the men as i walked. He trembled to the floor and i nailed the other guy as he turned and pulled a small gun on me. Jackson was somewhere in this parking lot. i stepped between two cars and started to slow my steps. he could see me, but i couldnt see him. Every few seconds i heard a shuffle of steps, turning and aiming my weapon. Only to see nothing. FUCK he is getting in my god damn head. He started to taunt me, whistling and going "YooHoo" every time he changed position. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, to the left. I didnt even look where i was shooting, firing six shots. I must have hit something because the sound of pure pain echoed through the night. I stepped past the bullet holes in the rear of a vehicle. to see my target, on the ground, bleeding. it seems i hit him twice in the right leg and once in the gut. By the time i got to him he had already pulled a weapon, he was shaking violently though, dropping the revolver before he could pull the hammer back. It hit the ground and bounced a little bit. his head hit the floor and blood began to flow from his mouth. I got you, fucking hitman wannabe. I fired two more rounds into the fuckers skull and then left. Sat back in my vehicle, and began to drive. I win, and soon i will be on my way to the bug bucks, nobody can stop me now.
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26th Nov 2014

Some things are going to be changing in the empire, when i return to online and we get more dedicated members and btw from here on out im suspending Nova's operations outside of the desert to recruit. The Empire needs to be restablished as something to fear
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8th Dec 2014

About three years later, i found myself in the same bar that i performed my first hit at. It wasnt a nice bar, but i looked just like everyone else who sat inside. Now though, i am a reasonably well known hitman in this area. i am supposed to be meeting a contact here, someone from the cartel by the name of James Freely. I knew him, but he didnt know me. He backs the cartel with hard cash, and they in turn do him favors and protection. They wanted me on his personal gaurd for a while, until they had more jobs for me to do. And just as my train of thought ended, he stepped through the door. He had two large men behind him, but they never went past the doorway. He didnt want me to be intimidated, but in reality i could probably take half this bar down on my own. Without my gun. He sat in the stool next to me and got himself a beer. The bottle was set down in front of him, ice cold. The bartender opened it and went back to washing glasses. James took a sip then turned to me. "Ok, I know who you are and im sure you know who i am." I nodded in agreement and took a last sip from my beer. this could go twp ways; he either likes me, and takes me back to his Home to meet the rest of the crew. Or he doesnt like me and his goons shoot me where i stand, nobody would help me. mostly because they all fear him, a little bit because he owns the bar. And because five of the seventeen people in here are cartel. To make sure i dont fuck up. "I have read about you, im not too impressed. Your work is sloppy, you go in guns blazing, and you leave survivors. Overall, i dont like you." Fuck. "But im going to do you a favor, There is a man in the junk yard down the street, he goes by Ace. dont ask his name, dont look at him too long, and do not see him without his helmet." he slid me an envelope down the bar and in front of me. "Give this to him. dont say anything about our meeting." He stood up and walked through the doors his goons had opened for him. Ok, time to meet this "Ace".

I stepped out of the Yellow chevrolet malibu and opened the gates to the junk yard. no lights, no buildings, just a fuck load of junk. I walked about forty meters, and came to a crossroads. I would have went left but i heard a gunshot to my right, i drew my .45 and started to sprint in that direction. Three more shots echoed through the yard, turn after turn nothing but junk and shit. after about a minute of full on sprinting, i came to an opening. some targets, what looked like a workstation to the right, an expensive bike, and a small building. I raised my weapon at the ready and i carefully stepped into the yard. A dog barking in the distance caught my attention and i turned to the right, just to see a man in a motorcycle helmet burst out of the shadows and attack me, first he disarmed me, i dont even know what happened but my gun flew right out of my hand and scattered on the dirt about twelve feet away from me. I started to try and grab his punches but he was quick. I could manage to either deflect or evade his blows for ten seconds before he made a hard jab into my gut. I doubled over in pain and my face was met with his knee. I fell backwards and stumbled to my feet, flicking my knife open and charging at him. I raised my arm, clenched my knife tight, if this hit him where i wanted he was dead. but before i knew it, there was a m9 pressed between my eyes. Fuck. I opened my fingers and let the knife hit the ground. I couldnt see through the helmet, but i could feel his eyes, staring right through me. Into my very soul. The safety clicked off and he pulled the gun away from my face. "Come on, we have work to do."
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9th Dec 2014

The door burst open and the crew of trainees flooded into the concrete room, guns up and at the ready. The breach overall took around fourteen seconds. Ace stepped into the room, Black leather jacket and same old ace of spades helmet. "Too slow gentlemen, go again." We all let out a tired sigh and walked out the door. I Took my helmet off and walked out of the building. We were at a "Construction sight" out in private property behind James Freely's mansion, you could see it up on a hill several miles away. It had to be like eighty degrees out here, and they had us wearing full combat armor, black too. I wiped a pool of sweat off my forehead and took a few sips of my water bottle. I am a professional, fucking, hitman. I dont need teamwork training, this isnt even bodyguard training. I put the empty bottle down on the back of one of the many black vans and pickups. Ace called the seven of us back into the building and gave us a shitty "Work faster" pep talk. We lined into position around the door "BREACHING" Bradley kicked the door down and we flooded in, this time there where eight targets around the room. "What in the FUCK was that gentlemen?" Ace stepped into the room and made a little finger gun and shot all seven of us. "YOU RETARDS WOULD BE FUCKING DEAD. I dont want to see that again, regroup! we're going again." Bradley looked back at me, aimed his gun at Ace and went "pew" it was amusing until "PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN BRADLEY BEFORE I BREAK YOUR GOD DAMN KNEES YOU FUCKSTICK." we shut up and went back into line.

After a long day of "Training" we all were dropped off in different locations and went home. I Sat in my Malibu and turned the ignition. It was about a ten minute drive to the local pub, and i wasnt in the mood to sit around all night so i decided to head there instead. Mabye i'll see someone i like. I pulled up to the bar and parked my car. I opened the door and the strong smell of alcohol hit me like a 12 gauge. I sat at the bar and got myself a beer. The guy behind the bar was a little overweight and looked to be in his fifties. He looked like every other motorcycle prick in this bar. I was starting to think my luck had run out, when i spotted some blonde chick across the bar. Time to get laid. I put my beer down, adjusted my hair, and started over to her. She had a black V-neck under a brown leather jacket with tight blue jeans and black heels. FUCK she was gorgeous. I walked on over to her and leaned on the pool table. "Soooooooo whats your name?" She looked me up and down. And seemed a little interested. "Heather, and you?" She shook my hand and i stood up, i was maybe four inches taller. "Alexander. So wanna get outa here? or should i buy you a drink?" She was about to reply until someone nudged my shoulder. "Hold on" i turned to see a biker prick, and his buddies, all wearing the same colored head band. "Can i help you gentlemen?" i asked quickly so i could get back to the angel behind me. "Ya, you can fuck right off. Thats my daughter you prick." Oh boy, daddy's come to play. "And?" i asked him with a hint of cocky in my voice. He threw a punch which i simply moved my head to the left to avoid, and then it hit her. Smack in the face. She collapsed, unconscious. Daddy looked a little shocked at his action. I put my hand on his shoulder as i walked past and said to him "Nice going bud." i walked out of the back only to be pulled back and shoved up against the wall. "YOU CANT PULL THAT SHIT WITH ME" he threw another punch which i pushed aside leaving him wide open. I kicked his leg in and slammed his face into my knee, and the fight Began.

The fight ended shortly after and i found myself with very few scratches and bruises. I also found myself parked next to the mall, it was about two hours until closing time and i decided i should walk through and see if anything interested me. After about ten minutes of walking i cam upon the pet store. I could hear the birds inside screeching and howling. But it wasnt the birds that caught my eye. It was the small black kitten, sitting alone in its cage. And it seems that i too caught its eye. And so i found ymself staring at a cat, and the cat staring back. Fuck i love cute animals. I Stepped through the door and a bell on the top made a jingling noise. A young lady stepped out of the back and got about half way through welcome, then just stopped and stared at me. To be fair, i was cut and bruised and six foot five. I guess i looked a little intimidating. She stopped her daze and went back to the happy cheerful look on her face she had when she walked out of the back. "Can i help you?" she said with a smile, placing her hands on the counter next to the cash register. "Uh... yea, the cat." She blinked twice, clueless to my answer. I guess i wasnt very clear though. "What cat? You mean Boxer?" I nodded and she went to the cage. It did say boxer on the window didnt it. She came back, cat in arms. in closer inspection i acknowledged the white spot on his chest, and his deep green eyes. "How much for the cat?"

About and hour later, Boxer was creeping around my apartment. I set up his shit box and his food bowls. I didnt have a bed for him though. "Boxer, buddy where are you?" I opened up my bedroom to find him sleeping on my bed. I lied down next to him and let him curl up under my arm, and purr. I eventually passed out. And i loved every second of it.
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10th Dec 2014

Six Casings hit the ground as they slid out of the revolving magazine of a .357 magnum revolver. I quickly reach behind me and pulled the speed loader from my back pocket and loaded six new bullets into the weapon. I dropped the speed loader and quickly spun the magazine back into the weapon firing the next six shot into the target that stood twelve feet from me. The overall process of unloading and reloading took seven seconds. I let out my held breath and looked over at Ace, he seemed to approve of my performance. He nodded for me to get off of the range and Somebody else took up the position i was in. "James wants to meet with you, privately." I nodded in acknowledgment and walked over to the black van that sat a twenty feet from Ace. I sat in the back and took the last few sips from my water bottle, and waited to arrive at Freely Manor.

The house looked very large from the mile long driveway i was standing in. The black van drove away the second i got out, i didnt know what to do from here on out. i just assumed to keep walking. To the left of the driveway, all the way up to the house was a large field. Full of plants and flowers, it was very well attended. About half way up the driveway was a six door garage, the doors where see-through and the garage had two Ferrari's, two Lamborghini's one Aston Martin, and a four door Mercedes Benz. I stopped briefly to look at the vehicles inside, and i was impressed. This was just one, of the many garages he had all over the property. I let out an envious sigh and ventured on. I reached the doorstep to be greeted by one of the many guards in black suits that dotted the property. He stepped aside and opened the door, revealing immediate open space, a fire place sat in the middle of the room, a rather large kitchen was to the far right, and just to my left was the living space. A glass table, two white couches, and three white chairs sat all facing a large T.V. mounted on the brick wall. It was a very modern looking home. as i made my way down a few stairs, i started to notice the few small sculptures, sitting on various desks and tables throughout the room, and the art hung up on the walls. James was standing on the porch (Well the porch for this level of the house) Drinking from a glass of wine, he had his hair combed back and he was wearing the same pair of glasses i first met him with. "Take a seat Mr. Bluetree." He said as he sat down on one of the lawn chairs, facing the distant training grounds i have been in for the past few months. You could just barely hear the gunshots. "I have taken an interest in you Mr Bluetree. You work better alone. Unlike most of the men here, can you tell me why that is?" I Sat down and a guard poured me a glass of red wine. "Well... i find i can move around better and more efficiently if i am by myself." He smiled and took another sip of his wine. "I was like that, you remind me of, well, me." The man was a little intimidating even though it seemed he wasnt trying to be. "I want you to join Ace on a high priority hit tonight. "My brother, has known about my criminal ties for a long time. And has been paid alot of money to keep quiet about it. But it seems, like the rest of my family. He wants to rat me out. Mr. Bluetree this is where you and Ace come in." He stood up tall and i stood up with him. He looked me in the face with a rather serious look. "I need you to aid in the assassination of my brother. Will you accept this order?" I looked around, behind me, down at the next level below at the pool, and inside the house. "Yes, i will." He smiled and held his hand out to me. I reached down to shake his hand and he pulled me close, whispering in my ear. "You are like the son i never had. Dont make me regret this." He let go and his guards escorted me back to the range. I knew i would be in a position of power sooner or later. Just you wait, This world. Belongs to me now.
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