[SA:MP] The Backhand Crew

[AlSforza]

So... Yeah! I guess DeAndre did a good job on gettin' a hold of these cats. Made my work easier you know? Anyway, name's Peralta. First time in this city, and ready for business. Ain't lost my grip on all that intelligence jazz and all! Hope San Andreas will be a good start for new endeavours. Wish Slickback was here to see this though... But y' can't have everything, am I right?

[TonySforza]

The rain was comin' down like every angel in bloody heaven decided to take a piss at the same time.
When you're in a situation like mine, you can only think in metaphors...
Caroline, sweet thing... I miss her... you're probably wonderin' what could be so special about some random bird I know little of... well, I'll tell ya', but we gotta go back, way back to the beginning.
I had just wrapped up the Dr. Bonerfart  case, toughest case I ever cracked, and now I was just relaxin' in the office, proud of myself like a child who had just impressed his piss head of an alcoholic father, but there's no rest for the wicked, especially in my line o' business, oh no, like a bullet lodged in the back of your head, constantly remindin' you that all can end with just a small movement...
Then she walked through my door. Her thin scarf floated around her like a black line dancin' in the shadows , and the way she looked at me told me she wasn’t here to be serenaded.
“-Is this where I can hire a search dog? I got a missing artifact needs finding.”
I wasn’t interested in barking for this broad so I let her off easy.
"-Sorry babe, you got the wrong number. I ain’t a hound for hire. But if you like I can sing you a couple songs before you go.”
She wasn't gonna be let off that easily.
“-I don’t intend for this visit to be a total waste...”
She amended as she stepped out of the shadows like a house rat sneaking out for some food.
Only I got a sinking feeling that I was the mouse in this situation and she was an alley cat... turns out that it was an old acquaintance of mine, the scarf of hers was the main garment in her ensemble, and the look in her eyes clearly said, “I’ve got you under my skin.”
Woof. It sounded like another baffling case, but then, you don't hire a private eye for the easy ones...
She sauntered over to my desk, she had bad news written all over her like October of '29... when you're in this business as long as I am, you start to see that life is black and white, but this bird had greyed it out in the middle, blurred it, I could no longer tell, I was in for a treat.
"-Well, what do you want then Delvin?"
A list of things I want, by Delvin Mallory:
A smoke.
A whiskey.
For the sun to shine.
To change the past.
Unlimited ammo and a license to kill.
Right then, more than anything, just like 15 years ago, I wanted her.
*Gun shots*
"-They followed me here Delvin."
The trouble of wanting something isn't gettin' it, It's the fear of losing it. I didn't know what Caroline wanted, if it was the same thing I was after 15 years ago. To kill those who were trying to kill her, the bullet, real or imaginary, lodged in her brain routing her synapses, driving her on.
I don't know what went on with her, I shifted my gaze to the door for a moment and when I looked back she wasn't there anymore, window opened, typical of her.
"-Delvin, long time no see you tough fuck!"
Death is inevitable, our fear for it makes us play safe, blocks out emotion, it's a losing game, without passion you are already dead.
It's all a matter of perspective, tied to time and place, love and friendship, life and death... Caroline had unwillingly led Grigori right to my office...
Grigori, and I go way back... He was like a diaper, always on my ass and full of shit.
"-Ironic isn't it? How I spent years looking for you, and the moment I quit you appear right in front of me!"
Everything is subjective, choices, answers, good and evil... Einstein himself was right, time is relative to the observer, when you are looking down the barrel of a gun time slows down, your whole life flashes by, heart-break and scars. Stay with it, and you can live a lifetime in that split second.
*Gun shot*
"-Delvin, come on, time to wake up."
She was beautiful... I hated her for making me feel this way. Now that I was with her I was reluctant to hear some answers, or so I thought... she disappeared again after the mouth to mouth and adrenaline shot, I was stuck with no answers, alone and abandoned with a bullet lodged in the back of my head... only a small business card was layin' at my cold hands...
"The Backhand Crew"
I don't know what these guys do or what they are, but if Caroline believes they can help me... help us... then I'll stay with them 'till the ends of the earth...
I hate the rain, it makes me sentimental.
Caroline, sweet thing... I miss her...

[AlSforza]

That's right. Another day, another job well done. Turns out this God forsaken town isn't that bad afterall... Anyway, me and the boys are gettin' our act together, and that's just outta' sight, cats. You know, back in the day we would hustle the streets doin' every petty trick in the book. The grey days payed off, in the end. Stay alert for some far out movement by the Backhand Crew. Catch ya'll on the flip side, jive turkeys!



"Slipping, dodging ,sneaking
Creeping hiding out down the street
See me life shaking with every who I meet
Refried confusion is making itself clear
Wonder which way do I go to get on out of here"

[Mikhail Zakhaev]

Holy shiiiiii!

[Mikhail Zakhaev]

Moral of the story, don't trust immigrants. (and I just had the f*cking carpets cleaned...)

[CELTICS]

[.James]

Amazing.

[Thomas R]

awesome, nice screens guys! 

[Mukdk]

Have yer' ever had that feelin' that someone be watchin' yer' pale arse?
I had such a feeling today, although.... Some times that feelin' be truth.

[Edmund]

Looks like you guys are finally back!

[AndrewS]

It's good to see you back guys, good luck!

[Mikhail Zakhaev]

Squashed like a f*cking grape.

[Tarion Smith]

Squashed like a f*cking grape.

a lot of us died hehe, anyways, it was fun

[Mukdk]

Sometimes you see..... things....

[Thomas R]