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 Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2018 10:13 pm
Tuesday | May 22, 2012
Rodrigo Zorita Sr., also known as “El Padre”, has been one of the top dogs in drug trafficking for the last decade, thriving in West Valley Park due to its inherently corrupt upbringing. Rodrigo Zorita Jr., also known as “Hot Rod” by his companions, has bigger ambitions and a more aggressive outlook on expanding the business, which has choked the already crime-infested borough of the city. Meanwhile, the younger of the two brothers, Gonzalo Zorita, has taken lead of his own gang, the Cocodrilos, focusing on his own prostitution ring in a place called the Gancho. As of recent, their family’s criminal empire has been threatened by a band of vigilantes known in the streets as the Merry Men for their Sherwood mannerisms. To combat this, El Padre’s made some new friends, a mystery supplier providing his men with more firepower than anyone else in the borough, claiming the generosity was only scratching the surface. To prevent any more weapons being funneled into West Valley Park, the Merry Men are going straight for the top and taking El Padre out.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:20 pm
When the team settled on bringing down El Padre, there was a noticeable eagerness in Danny. He had something of a personal vendetta against the Zoritas; a Zorita dealer was responsible for getting his mother hooked on heroine, and she would later die of an overdose. As a boy, he was braver than most, sought out the dealer and picked a fight he couldn’t win, getting his a** beat down by Hot Rod himself. “Better luck next time, pendejo,” was the last he’d heard from the crime prince, and now was that time. Bumblebee planned to
El Padre, Hot Rod, and the runt of the litter were all gathered in a fancy penthouse apartment, a filthy jewel in the heart of the mess to remind everyone else of their place beneath them. The Zorita family planned to celebrate all their accomplishments, how they’d managed to stay on top despite the machinations of a few vigilantes. So the Zoritas brought their close friends anc confidants, strippers, hookers, and all sorts of unsavory gentlemen to party under the ever-changing lights of the apartment space. The majority of the goons occupied five floors worth of the 25-floor building.
Bumblebee usually scouted ahead due to his apparent flight capabilities, and tonight was no different. He flew as quietly as he could at a distance out-of-sight, zooming in via the HUD system in his helmet. There were men standing by at the windows; they were looking for him in particular, and they had rifles at hand. “We’ve got about six on each floor focused on the windows, two in each cardinal direction; they’re looking for me. I count about six more just situated all around on each floor, handguns only from the looks of it. I don’t see the big three, but I’m betting they’re on the top floor some—” His eyes narrowed as he recognized at least one. Hot Rod was seated comfortably on the second to last floor with some cheap slut at his side from the look of it. “Hot Rod’s on the second to last floor, two bodyguards standing beside him. One’s pretty big, and one’s got...a sword? The hell?”
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