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[Mobius]

"A family company"

November 23rd, 1963:
The world was shocked, fear grew in everyone's mind. Nothing like this had happened before, except perhaps back then in Ford's Theatre. It was sunny, and little Jacky was having breakfast. Mr. Heitzel was getting his briefcase right when the phone rang. "Dont worry, Ill answer"- Said the lovely Jenny. "No, I'll pick up"- He replied. Mr. Heitzel had nothing to loose, except for his family; yet he didnt seem to care that much. He knew what was going on, and he thought it was a good idea. No one expected this, no one. Not even the now late Johnny Oswell, Mr. Heitzel's associate. He hung up, kissed her wife, high-fived Jacky, and went off to his car. The office was a mess, everything was on the floor. Hell, his cup was on the floor! The god damn floor. With friends shot to death, Mr. Robinson wanted answers. Johnny was on the ground, crying over the death of his brother.
The phone line was cut. Not even a single cop outside, they were all within JFK's murder. Mr. Robinson was laughing his ass off. Vinnie was getting calls. "Damn man....I havent worked like this in ages...Whats with all these crackheads on the news man? They dont know shit of what's going on. There's people dieing out there, stupid people, men shot to death by our guys. No one seems to give a damn f**k man, how's it possible?- "Kennedy was a star, what do you expect? They dont care about our targets, those are our clients businesses."- No one gave a f**k, not even a single one. People were getting shot, hung, drown.... Yet Kennedy was more important. This was the perfect push, the best chance someone could ever get. The cabs were doing great. People liked their service, and so they called them. After all, what's better than a comfy leather seat on the back of a brand new Stafford, with a funny, chatting expect right infront of you, doing as you please? Nothing, nothing at all. Thats what made them great you know. No one had more class, more experience, and more elegance than these men. The best thing was, you didnt see it coming, just as I said, no one saw them, no one expected this. With a small store just next to a Wendy's, these people pulled the strings. They wrote the plot, and so it was. They were kicking them all out of business, leaving only those rusty old Greenwood's on the map. People liked theirs services over others, there was no dirty job in there. Just as Bobby once said, "What do you expect from us? We're efficient, young and ready. This is what they want. Times have changed, and no one can do it better than us. The days of old, silent, quality companys has passed. It has faded away. They dont want that anymore, they want friendly foes out there for them. We keep a short distance from our customers, we learn about them and care about them. This as a new style, a new way. This is comrades business, this is a family company."

September 10th, 1975:
Jacky had never taken good decisions. Neither was this one. Getting a  teen pregnant was a pain in the ass back then, even worse than now. Everyone knew each other. Mary Cogland was a rich entrepreneur's daughter. He owned a small brewery. "Chicago's the place"- He said. The factory was located 10 blocks away from Downtown Cabs. Jacky was threatened to death by Mr. Cogland. There was no place for promiscuity. Mr. Robinson didnt care about Jacky's fate. "Its not my fault you couldnt hold your dick, son. I told you to use a condom!"- He said. Mary had gone by herself, with her kid. Jacky was devastated. He had lost everything he cared about, having to carry the weight of a baby while havent even finished high school! Some people are just doomed. They have lost it all and there's no way back. When the Russians found out Mr. Cogland wasnt paying their monthly fee, they took action. "Hmm....Bob? We've got a call. Its Graslav."- "What does he want? Im not sending him any more whores"- "Damn it Bob, Its...Its not about that. He-He wants someone dead.- "Who's it?"- Bob was frozen. "Hm...send Logan...."- He replied. Vinnie called Logan and so it was. For the first time, a victim came up on the news. Jacky was part of the funeral. Mary was there, with her belly. She was so inocent,crying on Jacky's shoulder. He promised to take care of her, aswell as their lovely baby. Mr. Robinson couldnt tell him the truth. The lovely couple was back together. The family was reunited, and everyone was happy. No one suspected about Bobby.
One day, uncle Vinnie came home. The Robinson's were having a feast in their backyard. Mary was there too. He had some turkey and asked Bobby to go talk inside. "We've got problems... Michael didnt come back last night"- "Where did you send him?"- "Morgan's..."- "Oh...f**k... Ok, this is what we'll do. Take a cab, pick Shawn and Logan up. I've got some guns in my trunk, take them. Get your shit together and get him out of there! Ill make some calls and open a safe route for ya."-. It was a long day. Bobby's phone wouldnt stop ringing. He couldnt cancel the feast; the show had to go on. Locked in his room, Mr. Robinson wouldnt answer the door. "Whats going on Bobby!? Please! Dont tell me its work again this is a family reunion!"- "GO BACK TO THE BACKYARD MARTA! IM BUSY!"-. The feast had to finish without him. It was 8 PM. Bobby had been locked for 3 hours. Some cars were parked outside, they had just arrived. Marta walked towards the door. "Who's there?!?"- She yelled, angrily. It only took them 3 seconds. A bloody shower layed around her corpse, pouring deep within her bullet-drilled punctures. Jacky was gone with Mary. Only Bobby was left in the house. With a tear on his cheek, he was ready. He had heard it all. The phone was ringing.
"You see Jacky....your dad was not a bad guy....he was the worse one. Im not the right person for this...you should talk with someone else."- "Its part of your future Jacky, he built this empire for you!"- "He never gave a single f**k about me... This is is bullshit man, this is not my fault and I have nothing to do with it. I've had it with this thing. I always knew he was hiding something from me, and now I know what its all about. You know what, f**k him, I've got a family to feed now. I dont want to be like him, he was the worst dad in the world. He didnt care about mom, nor he gave a shit about me! He was ALWAYS working, for his own f**king sake! I already told you, do as you want, I've got my own business!"-.

May 28th, 1992:
The Black Dogs were everywhere. From Cairo to Springfield, from Hardin to Rockford, each single rock radio played their hit, "Just like him". "Cut that shit Scrubs, you're going nowhere with it"- "f**k off bad girl, I know what Im doin' and this' what I want"-. "Jacky Stacks" was doing great. One of the luckiest investments ever done by a Robinson. Domino's had shut down, and the local Pizza Hut was moved to Elgin. The wealthy Aurora, southwest of Chicago, was the perfect place for this. "How about we go get some slices down your dad's?"- "I aint cool with him, he's beeing a dick"- "Its your father, how long are you gonna be angry at him?"- "Its not my fault! He's the one that stops me from going out!"- Henry was pissed off. Mary had become an overprotective mother. Jacky was running his new pizza place, since the loundry thing didnt go well; he couldnt run the risk of loosing his son while he was out working, so he let his mom in charge.  Henry went to the Waubonsie Valley High School, known for their competitive attitude towards sport competitions. There was not a great artistic influence within it's halls, yet many students were into music. Henry played the up-right bass in the music's workshop. Most of his friends were musicians aswell, some had developed great skills outside the classical scheme the course proposed. There was this kid, Max, which was known as "Marty" within his friends for his shredding guitar skills, impressive among others of his age. Henry left the course once he felt classical music was not for him. He bought an old Longhorn bass from a Danelectro's Vintage shop for 200 dollars. Such a bargain. Grunge music was spreading all over the media, yet he preffered Blues. The Black Dogs were coming back home, scheduled to close the R&B Festival. "We have to go, there's no way we can miss this..."- "I cant go, they wont let me..."- "Oh come on! Dont tell me you're parents are still over ya, come on man, grow some balls and face them!"-. Mary was upset. There was no way Henry could go to that concert, unless he lied. "I need 50 bucks to buy new strings dad."- "Are they made of gold or something!? 50 bucks for 4 f**king strings!?"- "Oh come on dad! They're Ernie's! I need them!"-. With money in their pockets, the whole gang was gone to the concert. "So this is the line-up, we've got Babyface, Jodeci, Beck, and The Black Dogs"- "Ok cool, are you sure these tickets aint fake?"- "They aint fake dude, lets go."-. It was not a big deal. After all, it was not a punk rave. The fact that 60% of the audience where kids of their age made it nothing to worry about. The problem lay in the place they had gone to. It was not the safest club around there. The boys split to get back home. Max took the bus, Jerry was picked up, Danny and Henry had to come back walking. Just about 3 blocks away from Danny's housee, a hoodrat bounced infront of them. "What we got 'ere eh? Gimmie all you money foos 'cause I aint playing here!"- "We-we got no cash man, sorry."- "'Chu trynna play with me!? 'Chu some f**ked up nigga If you trynna play with me!"- "We've got nothing for you!"-. Henry couldnt stop running. The hoodrat stabbed Danny right in his guts. He was coming for Henry aswell but he was already gone. Jack was waiting for his son in a dark alley right next to their home. He saw him coming and tripped his leg. The neighbours woke up to the loud argument. Mary was crying. Jack came in the house, slammed the door and walked upstairs. Having passed 2 hours, Henry walked in the house.
It was 3 AM and Henry couldnt sleep. He was sad about Danny, and sorry for having not helped him. There was nothing to eat, the kitchen was empty. He came up with the SAN Classifieds Newspaper. Many offers were crossed out, and some were marked with a loop. There was this small advertisement to the very end of page 5... It seemed like someone had taken its time to cross it all out, except for the call number. There's nothing so odd not to mean something. Without telling anyone, Henry called. "...........Downtown Cabs, how can I help you?"- "Hmm... I found out this call number in the newspaper, I want--"-. They hang up. "Downtown Cabs..."-. He couldnt tell his parents, they wouldnt tell the truth, nor they would let him call back. There was obviously something wrong about them. He checked the phone book, and nothing. How can a call number come up in the newspaper, yet not appear in the yellow pages. It didnt sound like a real cabs company at all, there were many of them and they all appeared in the phone book. He called back in the next morning. This time they rejected it. Danny's murder was on the news. They called out Henry's name on TV. When Jack caught Henry trying to sneak in the house, he asked him where he was. He obviously knew Henry had gone to the concert, yet he wanted Henry's alibi. He said nothing about Danny at all, so when the incident came up in the news, a whole new argument burst out. It was a huge blast of anger and protective feeling among Mary and Jack. "You're grounded for two weeks with no telephone nor TV! Get back to your room!"-.
Three days had passed. It was 10 PM and Henry expected his parents to be sleeping. He opened up his window and jumped down. It was not a suicide, he had done it before and  he knew how to land. He took a bus to Max's home. That was a real f**ked up family. Max's parents didnt give a single f**k about what he did or where he was. They were never home aswell. Max was given some money to survive through out the week and that was all. He had total control of the house, food, phone, tv, all for himself. Henry arrived at midnight. It took him 10 minutes to get Max to open the door. He was watching some porn tape Jerry gave him for his birthday. He played it over and over. "Stop watching that shitty tape man, go rent a good one."- "Dude its free, I like it and I aint gonna pay for porn at all..."- "Ok check this out, I found this call number in the Classifieds, I dont know nothing about it yet you cant find it anywhere else, it does not come up on the phone book nor anything. As far as I know, its something called Downtown Cabs. When I called them, they didnt let me speak at all, I think they figured out I was a teen and hang up."- "Oh well, I know about them, my dad used to call those cabs."- "Really?"- "Not at all haha, I got no clue."- "Lets call them."-. This time they did pick up. "Downtown Cabs, how can I help you?"- "Aah...yes Im calling for a ride"-. Max had a deep adult-like voice. "Alright sir, I need your name first. Give me an adress aswell."- "Henry Robinson, Grey Avenue 552."-. Henry was pissed off, he was laying on the couch right when Max called out his name and his adress. That was f**ked up, what if his parents found it out!? He kicked Max to the floor and hang the phone. Max wouldnt stop laughing. "Its not funny you chump, what if my parents wake up!? Im gonna be f**ked up and this is all your fault!"-. He had to get back home fast, and so he rushed to the bus stop. Upon descending from the bus, he noticed a car pulling over by his front door. It was a light blue Vincent from the 80s. He ran down to the car and knocked the driver's window. Right before the privacy glass came down, lights were turned on inside the house. The car was visible from the top right window where the lights emerged. A shape passed across the window, hidden by the shades. "Mr. Robinson?"- "Yes, its me."-. The driver was looking him up and down. "You dont seem like the kind of guy who would take this cab. Yet you're family man."-. He answered. "Family?"- "Yes man, family, hasnt Jacky told you about us?"- "Jacky? Jack...my dad?"- "Yes, that one. He's the son of the late founder."- "Your telling me my Grandpa ran this thing?"- "Exactly kid, and we were waiting for you to join us, unlike your father."- "Oh well....You know... I dont know whats up with all of you but-" "HENRY WHAT THE f**k!? GET IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!"- "HENRY!"-. Both Mary and Jack were yelling from the window. Henry didnt know what to do. The driver was giggling. It was a hard decision. He either went back with his parents.... or he went back with his family. Henry opened the door. "Lets go man."-.

June 1st, 2013:
"Fuck this shit man, FUCK THIS SHIT!" - "This looks like a soviet reunion right now... How did they gather so many 'cruits?" - "I dont fucking know, ok!? I, DONT, KNOW! They just came up here, ALRIGHT!? We're going downhill man.... And we cant trust nobody... Lets burn this shit down".- It was hot in there. We had to dismantle every single record of evidence, or else I wouldnt be writing here. I took about 3 pills today.... Im about to loose my nerve... There's a time in every men's life were you realize trust is the base of any relationship. This philosophy applies both within love and business. I thrived for success, for progress, for investment. I had thousands of lovely breakdowns across this rocky road called Flatty Cabs. Sounds "gay" right? Gay. Thats the word Mr. Pharrel used to describe our small settlement within Liberty City. Remmember all those fellas we had across this memory? They're all dead. Well... most of them. Some are jailed, some are trapped in my basement, scavenging out of dead rats and claiming for mercy. This sounds a bit to harsh sometimes. Luckily, Im lieing. I have lost track of those who aint already dead.
The "Crew" is about 1/3 of what it used to be by the glory days. Lets say there's 3 over-the-top proffesionals taking charge of it. Then again, Im lieing. There's an old, fat, grumpy all-american, petrified to his chair, like solid-rock, stuck with a hand on his phone and his big round butt stacked up his chair. The second one is a.... lets say.... medium relevance "diplomat", who's no that old, nor that fat, yet too cocky. The last guy out of this unfunctional trinity seems to be the only actual person who I would pay for. He drives like nascar and speaks like a dragon, with a hot, fire-breathing throat, which would tear down any hooligan's tongue, any day of the week.
I've been asked "What is my goal for this "New Era"?". Well, actually.... I got no idea. Have you ever felt like there's someone watching your ass 24/7, and there's nothing you can do about it? Well. Thats my case. I dont know whats wrong with me, but.... We were busted once. We fucked up cause our own people fucked up, and as they sold out their tail they buried our traits with the fuzz. You see, most people would throw everything up and start something new. Scrap it all and start all over. Sell the outposts, sell the office, sell the rides...or mortgage them! I dont know. Im not that kind of person. Its not about tradition, its not about "family ethic". It's about lack of knowledge. What else could I do? I mean, I have played in a band, but thats all, and I was not working as an employee. Preparing a cover letter? a CV? Having a JOB FUCKING INTERVIEW? You must be nuts. Some people are born to be bosses. It doesnt matter where they start, or who they guide. They are natural leaders. They wont follow orders, they make them, they feel them, they know what's right and what has to be done. That was my dad. You might be thinking "Hey, didnt you hate that guy?". Well, I used to, until I realized how hard it is to have a family and a business of this kind. I had many chances to build such a lovely "structure", but I kept fucking it up. I had 3 relationships since I left home. I wouldnt want to get emotional here, that's why I wont go deep within that point, yet you should know, they all failed due to this. Change wasnt an option. My dad used his heritage for something "easyer" you would say, but I knew I wanted to be another kind of J. Jonah Jameson. I wanted to yell and smoke Benjamins just like grand-daddy. I started feeling that old "Downtown Cabs" smell. I felt like "Don Robinson". Dad always said he was smiling and laughing at everything like he wouldnt care, no fucks  were given! The Cabs were what mattered! He was right. You know.... I think he had no vision aswell. Future was nothing. He built this whole concept for my father, who threw it to all over. Grand-daddy might have been a smart guy. Im sure he knew his lovely son, Jacky, would fuck it up in the end. Thats why I had to do something about it. Perhaps I took a smaller scale, with a short amount of resources, yet.... who knows? We're moving out of town next week. This is not our greatest phase , Im sure about that, but... We have to keep moving. We're low on money right? Yes we're, I can barely pay for gas and I only got a rusty Glendale to fulfill duties. How can we evolve having this crazy feeling of them gold plates and sirens creeping on us? I dont know, thats why Im moving out of this place. I need a freshtown, somewhere with.... "sophomore" laws. It's always better to renew yourself as fast as possible instead of waiting for a miracle. By the beginning of this chapter I was burning our Houston compound. Why do you think I did so? Call me a freak, a maniac, a paranoid piece of scum who cant handle a "company" with 3 employees. I'll burn your house aswell. Got a 3x2 deal on bus tickets, the Glendale is already there. Cochise's setting the timer up. Lets roll peeps, see you in SA.
                                                                          Henry Robinson // Bellfort St 2040 - Houston, Texas

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[Jeremy.]

Reserved if needed, good luck.

[.Mario.]

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[Manoni]

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[andy kane]

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[zhang]

You're great at writing stories, E

[Mobius]

You're great at writing stories, E

Oh you :3 When are you gonna be back? PM me.

[AlSforza]

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[murdoxix]

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