[SA:MP] The Saints Syndicate - Tagless Faction

[Tyrone.]

Good Topic.

[Ramo_Hawk]

Best of luck It's been quite cool roleplaying with y'all last couple of days.

[Stivi]

Cool. Just don't burn down Palomino Creek pls.

This. Better be using the ammu, or I'll make Devin break rule #3.


Nice topic, gl.

[Hevar.]

Looks good, Jonny =) Keep it up with the good work!

[SpikeG]

Topic Looks awesome Best of Luck 

[Fruity]

Thanks everyone. 

[Miki.]

Best of luck guys!
expecting alot from you.

[SpikeG]

Looks interesting Best of Luck !

[Rusty]

[Rusty]

A few hours later.

[Bruce.]

@Stivi How much do you want for that ammunation in Palomino ?

[Rusty]

The Amsterdam Connection.
(will post a story to play out how the meeting went)

Part One.  Final part will be up tomorrow.

Spoiler for Hiden:

Declan searches through the burner mobile phone he had received from Carleton before he departed from Los Santos International.  He scans through its contact list looking for a contact listed as; Frans.  Declan sends a short but abrupt message to Frans.

“This is Declan, I just landed at Schiphol.  I’ll be at the location soon as possible.”

Only a few minutes go by when a response is sent.  Declan quickly reads the message then deletes it, he hails down a taxi cab at the airport and directs the driver to the specified address.

“Ertskade, Building 1092A.”

The cab’s engine roars as it slows to a stop outside of a bustling building overlooking the waterfront.  Declan check’s his Beretta 92FS is in his inner waistline, if this meeting was to turn sour he would be ready to open up on whoever was closest.  Declan jumps out of the cab with his briefcase in hand trying his best to not look to conspicuous.  The briefcase would contain a set of overnight clothes and a substantial sum of money, five hundred thousand dollars in crisp hundred bills.  Declan heads in through the unlocked front door trudging up the stairs to the third floor, he takes a deep breathe wishing he had smoked a cigarette beforehand.

Declan knocks twice and there’s a silence.  Declan waits two minutes before knocking another four times, waiting to see if he can hear movement inside.  Thirty seconds later faints sounds of floorboards creaking can be made out.

The deadbolt on the door cranks open and the door swings open.  A Remington 870 Express immediately flies up to Declan’s face.  “Calm the fuck down man, am here to see Frans.” yells Declan.


Declan sits down across from Frans laying his briefcase on the table next to him.  Frans eyes move over to the briefcase then back to Declan, he doesn't waste anytime he snaps his fingers for the shotgun toting man to open the briefcase up and inspect it's contents.  Frans is happy with what's inside and let's Declan know that they'd have a business partnership with a new shipment coming in the end of each month.  [/font][/size]

[Stivi]

@Stivi How much do you want for that ammunation in Palomino ?

Not something you can afford.

[Devin]

Just business

[Fuzzy]