The Spanish Story

Chapter two

Later in the day, Ricky would stop by the pawn shop, and upon entry, he would be greeted by a man who looked to be in his mid-forties. The guy weighed 275 pounds easily, and he was starting to go bald except for his arms and chest, which were extremely hairy and were clearly overflowing through his polo shirt. To accompany this attire, the man had a set of gold chains and rings on which the sight of them alone hurt Ricky's eyes. The guy did not break eye contact with the diamond he was inspecting on the other side of the counter and asked Ricky, "What do you want, kid? If you want drugs, the wrong store, and if you are going to rob me, don't bother trying. You will be on the floor before you ever see a single dollar bill." Ricky then placed the suitcase on the glass counter that held a displayed gold watches and coins inside."No, sir, I'm here primarily for business." Ricky said. The pawn shop owner looked up from the diamond and placed it back in the glass case before walking over to Ricky. "Ah, business, why didn't you say so? So what have you got for me." Ricky then opened the case to reveal the MAC 11. The store's owner's eyes got big. " So you want me to buy it off, you well...... I can give you fifty bucks for it." Ricky replied, " No, I'm not looking to sell it to you. I want information on the item and who I could sell it to. And pay me a large amount for it, more than your fifty bucks." The pawnshop owner stated, " I don't just hand out information for free. If you want to do business, I want a cut. Shall we say 70%?" Ricky's expression turned surprised. " 70%! You are trying to rip me off."

The pawnshop owner looked out the window and said, "Well, I am providing all the information and the buyer. Without them, you might as well just sell it to me." Ricky then thought for a minute before saying, "45%." The pawnshop owner then said, "65%, final offer." Ricky contemplated for a minute before sighing and reaching his hand out and said, "Fine, 65%" The pawnshop owner smiled, then shook Ricky's hand. "Hold on one minute. You are going to need this." The Shop owner then placed a book in front of Ricky. The title read The guns in our streets. "This is all you need to learn about the MAC 11. Also, here is the info for a guy that I know will take it off your hands. I will let him know that you might stop by." Ricky then picked up the suitcase, grabbed the book, and headed out of the store.

The following days would consist of Ricky learning how to sell and run guns and how to deal with shady customers. His first deal, in which he sold the MAC 11, made him a somewhat famous person in the junky community. Ricky was even able to strike a deal with the pawnshop owner, who would supply Ricky the guns to sell in exchange Ricky would get experience and be able to get close with new clients. His time on the streets would teach Ricky two main rules in the arms industry: one, never get shot by your own merchandise. Two, there's a customer for both sides. After weeks of trading firearms with low-life thugs and the bottom-of-the-barrel people, Ricky was finally able to line up his first big deal. One that would involve him meeting one of the leaders of the Vagoss gang. He would walk into downtown Los Santos and the Vagoss territory. The gang was a well-known Hispanic group. As Ricky was walking, he turned the corner to find five gang members tattooed head to toe with yellow clothing, which represented their gang. They were waiting in the parking lot for him to walk inside the apartment complex.

As he began walking towards the front of the apartment complex, a man's shadow loomed over him, and he came face to face with a Gang member standing in the middle of the door who then said. "You Ricky?" "Yes, I am Ricky Spanish." The Vagoss guard then said, "Come with me." Ricky then follows the man as he leads them into the apartment. As he walked inside, poor living conditions filled the apartment building.

The hallways were empty, like a ghost town. As this sight of decay takes Ricky, the Guard stops Ricky and says, "Wait here." They were standing outside room 109 on the second floor. Then the guard knocks on the door, and the sound of a voice on the other side of the door says, "Enter." The gang member shoved Ricky into the room and closed the door behind him. The guy in front of him looked to be in his late 20s with tattoos head to toe and had an AK-15 resting against the wall in the corner of the apartment. He then says, "Mr.Spanish, what do you have for me today?" Ricky then opens his suitcase, which reveals an HK MP-5. The Gang leader then closely examined the weapon shown to him and asked, "What is the firing rate on this weapon?" Sitting in the chair across from the gang leader, Ricky said, "Its fire rate is eight hundred rounds per minute, and let me tell you, sir, if you want something of high quality, then look no further. It was the primary choice of a weapon for the LSPD swat back in 1983."

The gang leader appeared to be nevertheless unimpressed. The gang leader then looked up at Ricky and said, "So, Mr. Spanish, what is the amount you're asking for?" Ricky replied, "Ten thousand for five HK MP-5s, which include two boxes of a hundred rounds and fifty round magazines to match." The man thought it over before standing up and shaking Ricky's hand. "We have a deal." He then handed Ricky a case full of hundred-dollar bills. Then, the man's guards quickly escorted Ricky out of the apartment completely.

Once he left the gang's territory, he could relax and breathe fresh air, no longer worried about getting shot in the back. His mind is now basking in the rush and exhilaration, and he made more money in one night than he would make in a dead-end job. The downside to all these deals is that Ricky would lose 65% of his profits on these deals as he would have to pay the pawnshop owner as he was the supplier of guns and ammo.

But Ricky would save up 45% of his money, and he was trying to devise a new plan to double-cross the pawnshop owner. But after weeks of selling firearms and each week a new wave of crime washing over downtown Los Santos, Ricky would have saved up a small fortune somewhere in the ballpark of sixty to sixty-five thousand dollars.