SANDBOX Veterans

3rd February 2013

James moved things around the garage he was living in, since he left Melissa's he'd been to a Yard Sale and brought some furniture, a box of clothes and then went clothes and grocery shopping and spent almost everything he'd earned, he had a 100 dollars left and he needed to figure out how to make more, if he was going to survive.

He felt the swelling on his face and thought about doing another fight, he figured it was good money and he can fight. James left the garage and headed to the bar as the sun was setting over the city.

The Garage was now outfitted with a small bookshelf, a small wooden coffee table, a small fridge and a large floor mat, they were all scratched and or stained, but he got them cheaply which was the important thing to James.

The streets around Steinway were rather quiet which was usual for a Sunday afternoon, James walked into the Beer Garden and looked around, not seeing Mr Flanagan around, he continued on and went into the bar, he looked around in there and didn't see him, so he sat down at the bar and the same bar tender from the previous night came over to him.

..."Logger?" The Bar Tender asked.

..."Yeah" James said with a nod.

..."Alright" The Bar Tender said and went over got a bottle of Logger from the fridge and brought it James.

..."Hey those fights last night?" James asked.

..."Yeah?" The Bar Tender said.

..."Who do I see about getting in, on them?" James asked. The Bar Tender looked around the bar for a few seconds.

..."His name is Martin Shyskee, I think he's out back, packing up his ring" The Bar Tender explained.

..."Thanks" James said and took his beer and walked through the back door into the room, it was a lot smaller than he James though it was, he though it just looked small because of the amount of people packed in there on the previous night.

..."Hey can I help you?" A chubby guy in a track suit asked James.

..."I'm looking for Martin Shyskee?" James stated

..."Over there!" The guy pointed.

James walked over to a tall fat guy with a ponytail who was abusing one of his employees over not collecting entrance fees at the door like he should've been, instead sitting at the bar and drinking all night. After the arguement the employee told Martin to go **** himself and left.

..."Can I help you?" Martin asked James.

..."Well, I'm looking to get in on these fights" James stated.

..."As a fighter?" Martin asked.

..."Yeah, I need the money, I can do it, why not?" James said. Martin looked James over and thought for a moment, about his own current situation and about how James fought in his fight.

..."Alright. Look, the way this works, is you come up with a fighting name, something better than Jimbo. I text you the time and location of our fights, you turn up and fight whoever I tell you to fight, you give me 50 from your prize money if you win, if you lose, better luck next time. And on the first of every month, you give me 300 dollars" Martin explained.

..."Sounds like a good deal, are we allowed to bet on ourselves in fights?" James asked.

..."No and you'll get in for free, where everybody who comes to watch, will pay 20 dollars to get in.

..."Well I got in for free last night?" James said.

..."Yeah that's why that guy was just fired" Martin stated.

..."Look, give me your number and just turn up, remember there are no shows, taped fists, no below the belt shots and no trying to kill your opponent" Martin said.

..."Alright, my number is 826 555 0100 and I'll see you whenever I see you next" James said. Martin nodded and walked away as did James.

James came out of the back room and saw Mr Flanagan, Ryan and 3 different guys from the first time they met. James walked over to them and sat down with them.

..."James Sean Doyle, born July 15th 1990, 4 years in Alderney State Correctional facility for 2 drug charges, an assault charge and grand theft auto charge" Mr Flanagan stated.

..."That's correct" James said while slightly irritated.

..."Look, you're a perfect fit for my crew, and I need good people, so do you want in?" Mr Flanagan asked.

..."So what are you like Irish Mafia?" James asked.

..."Do we look **** organized?" One of Mr Flanagan's guys stated.

..."Look we're a gang, we are hired hands for bigger gangs, one of my guys was arrested recently for ****, I need someone to replace him" Mr Flanagan explained.

..."It's good money, the work is pretty easy, we're small enough that if you keep your dick out of non consenting **** and or rectums, the police won't bother us" A guy with a Mohawk and a goatee stated. James looked at Mr Flanagan and then looked around the guys he had with him.

..."Do I have to shoot anyone?" James asked.

..."Not fatally" Ryan said.

..."Alright, not like I'm going to get a legitimate job anywhere that pays decently" James said.

..."Good, now we have 3 initiation tests for you to run before we can involve you in anything, you know, in case you're a cop" Mr Flanagan explained.

..."Well most of us don't, one guy we use to have with us, had quite a thing for them, as a matter of fact, he **** one" One lanky guy wearing a Liberty City Swingers Baseball cap said.

..."Well she wasn't actually a cop, she was just dressed as one" Ryan said.

..."Well she wasn't actually a she, she was he, but he looked a she, well she was hung like he, or vice versa" One guy wearing a leather jacket said.

..."So he **** a she-male dressed as a cop, under the belief he she was a real cop?" James summarized.

..."In the ass!" said the Average sized quiet guy who hadn't said anything since they'd been talking.   

..."Yes, he also bit off one of she-he's nipples and ate it" Mr Flanagan added.

..."Um. That's not part of the Initiation is it?" James asked.

..."No... Yeah-No..." Mr Flanagan reached across the table and put his hand on James's shoulder... "If you did that, we'd probably have to have you committed" Mr Flanagan said.

..."But forget about that, we'd really like for you to do one of your initiations tonight" Mr Flanagan said.

..."O...Kay... what have I gotta do?" James asked.

..."Go with Ryan, he'll explain" Mr Flanagan said.

..."Come' on" Ryan said as he started walking.

James got up and walked out of the bar with him and through the beer garden, they walked out of the beer garden and got in a grey sedan together.

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..."So the quiet guy is Jesse, the guy with the Swingers hat is Oliver and the other guy with the van dyke growing is Max?" James asked.

..."Correct" Ryan said as they drove around.

..."Can we turn the radio on?" James asked after a few minutes of silence.

..."Put Liberty Rock or Radio Broker on, or leave it off" Ryan ordered.

..."Good" James said as he turned the radio on and left it playing in Liberty Rock Radio.

..."So why am I beating this guy up?" James asked as they drove through the dark night and drizzling rain.

..."Hey is a drug dealer, and he isn't paying Mr Flanagan to deal in East Island City which is Mr Flanagan's turf and he's drug dealer and we thought you'd like to kick a drug dealers teeth in" Ryan explained to James

They sat in the car in silence driving around East Island City looking for a drug dealer by the name of Jose. Ryan's phone rang as they past the scrap yard.

..."He's where?"
..."Alright we'll see you there"

Ryan hung up the phone and looked at James with a grin.

..."He's got a buddy watching his back, so you'll have to take both of them down, think you can handle that?"

..."Yeah, should be easy" James said confidently.

Ryan drove up into Steinway and drove to recently built apartment building that was next to a vacant lot filled with old cars and trash. Ryan pulled the Sedan up behind a Bobcat pickup truck and both Ryan and James got out of the sedan and walked to the passenger side window of the pick up.

..."Eh, he's down there, average size guys jackets, standing underneath some cover between the building and retaining wall" Jesse explained.

..."Alright, I'm going down there" James stated and then walked down, Ryan, Jesse and and Oliver quietly got out of the pick up and followed James as he walked down into the gap and walked towards the dealer and his body guard like he use to when he used to buy from dealers.

..."What's up son? What can I get for ya?" The dealer asked.

..."Some smash" James said

..."Some what?" The dealer asked.

James grabbed the Bodyguard by the shirt and rammed him into the dealer and then smashed him against the wall and let him fall to the ground. The dealer tried to attack James, but James gave him and uppercut and knocked him back and then James grabbed a lid of a near by trash can and bashed it over the dealers head and then again and then turned around and bent it in half over the bodyguards bloodies bald head.

James grabbed the dealer buy the shirt and threw him against the trash can and he crashed to the ground with the trash can, James picked him up and held him up by one hand and punched him in the cheek with one hand then gave 3 uppercuts straight into the dealers rib cage and then threw him once again, but this time at the Bodyguard, which sent both clambering against the wall. James gave a right hook and knocked the dealer to the ground once again and then elbowed the bodyguard in the head and drove his head into the concrete ground with something similar to a wrestling move.

..."Ha ha ha ha" Oliver laughed as Ryan, Jesse and himself walked over to James.

..."Jose. Listen, we will be happy to let you deal on our turf, but you gotta pay Mr Flanagan his cut and it's okay to have a Bodyguard, but get one that can actually fight" Oliver said to the dealer nicely.

Oliver held the dealer down, while Ryan and Jesse, took his money, drugs and his pistol, they also took the pistol from the Unconscious Bodyguard, the dealer looked up at the four men, due to the rain and the severity of the lacerations, his entire face and upper torso was covered in blood, as was the bodyguard.

..."This will do nicely as a repayment, so, you know how to get in contact with us, when you feel like dealing again, just let us know where and we'll come and collect our payment, okay?" Oliver explained.

..."Al...Al...Alright" The dealer choked.

..."Good" Oliver said and then rose up from his crouching position and walked away with Ryan, Jesse and James. They got back to the cars and stopped to talk.

..."Alright, James you did a real good job there, we'll give you a call tomorrow to do some errands for us, if you want?" Oliver said.

..."I need the money, so yeah my number is 826 555 0100" James said.

..."Good, we'll give you call, oh here, for your trouble" Oliver said and then held out some money in his hand. James smiled and took it.

..."Thanks" James said.

..."We'll give you a call" Oliver said as he got into the the pick up truck.

James walked back to his garage while counting the money.
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- $375
- Old Mobile Phone: ~
~Melissa
~Martin
~Oliver

- Keys to Garage