Los Angels was under turmoil, ever sense the foundation of the top two crime circles went public with there existence. The Syndicate residing in the North was composed of whites from your dapper young lawyer to your stereotypically pretrade moon shine loving red neck. They ran there drugs through the city's veins, firmly holding a death grip on all the vital trade routes coming in and out. Jeffery Craner was The Syndicate leader along with his sister Amanda Craner who ran the prostitution rings that spread from there central command to the very edge of the city limit. Purple is there color Elegant, Smooth, and fast.317Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjtx6EK3VCj
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The Brotherhood the muscle and armor of the south side. Run by the cut throat adolescence Val, unlike the competition Val is no older then 18. Her "betters" had made the mistake of underestimating the young gang banger, trying to take over The Brotherhoods weapons trade as soon as the previous leader Don Juan was assassinated in open fire by The Syndicate. What they didn't know was that after his death Val wasn't suppose to take the reins. It rightfully went to Juan's younger brother Cesar, but the middle aged man was found in The Brotherhood skyscraper base soaked in his own blood, with Val behind the desk on the leaders chair, her blood splattered face grinning with new found ambition. No one questioned her leadership, even more so after the thousands of Syndicate members she had crushed under her boot heal. Red is there color they are, Noticed, Feared, and above all respected. 317Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsA7Ll76IVo
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The two had been at odds ever sense the death of The Brotherhood Leader Don Juan and beyond. The motive for both being, top position in LA no matter the cost. Val's dream is to have the Northern streets of Los Angels running with the blood of Jeffery Craner, Amanda Craner, and their green horned little sister Britt Craner. 317Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlOSomR5idq
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It was no secret that Val was ruthless, but she was no fool she knew Jeffery's connections and pull could get her killed with a snap of his fingers, but she also knows he won't be doing jack shit if his sister Britt is between Val and a bullet.317Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJR4GGXwbr5
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The plan was simple. Val thought as she gripped her jet black Mp5-k and adjusted her ski mask. She looked over her shoulder in the cramped white van at her fellow Brotherhood members. They were outside one of the many Casino's owned by Jeffery Craner.317Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ikTPrKD03
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Hangout of many of the high rollers in The Syndicates and possible home of the weasel Jeffery himself, but most importantly his "squeeze" Britt. The mask being over her mouth nobody could see the stomach churning grin on Val's face. Nobody but her main man and personal body guard Kevin, the deep voiced Hispanic man looked upon Val with curiosity and excitement of the coming slaughter. 317Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8zcCdAXu0G
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At that instant Val stood tall before them all the somewhat small brunette towering over everyone with her aura and malice alone. Her eyes darkened from there usual light chocolate to a jet black void that could cut through any soul. She laughed briefly and simply stated.317Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ExvedEeUM
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"Kill them all."
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