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I suppose it's time for one of these since I recently aqquired Tanoa. So here it goes.
Once upon a time...
I was a gold miner by the name of Mohammed Ajazuri in the land of Takistan, we recently moved there from Scotland as I was one of the countries most wanted. During my gold mining jobs I was being robbed and had to shoot and kill the bandits, I was then approached by police with MP5's and M4's asking if I would join the police force as my gun skills were really needed to combat the disgusting scum of the earth the country calls 'The Takistan Rebellion', I asked them whats in it for me? The man in charge stated I would have free guns, a brand new SUV and a license to kill. I accepted but as time went on and I realised how miserable life was in Takistan for civilians I began to get more and more friendly and loyal to the civilians. I no longer would be a corrupt police man, this worked out for a few months when I had death squads on me, large bounties on my head from The Takistan Rebellion as days went on, more civilians were getting hurt and killed because of me. The bandits would mow down an entire crowd or blow up a local market just hoping I was in the pile of dead bodies. So I decided to fake my death, got a new name and caught the next plane to Altis.
I landed at Altis International Airport at 23:30, I didn't really know what to do or where to go from there. I eventually found a taxi rank just east of the airport and hitched a ride to Kavala where I was greeted with loads of hobos and police, I got really nervous as there was a huge British police presence and they might eventually catch on to who I am if i stay around for much longer. I spoke to a man called Gricey at the kavala market who informed me to do a few copper runs in which I did, I done about one or two of these but then these bandits came at me with Katiba's and Mx's! They shouted "Get out the fucking car right fucking now or I won't hesitate to end your fucking life you fucking hobo fuck" Me shitting myself, these guys are pretty fucking hard. I get out the offroad n put my hands on my head but what do I see? It's Gricey and his friend called Dark.. the let me go but out of the blue say "Hey wanna join The Company?". Day Three on the island, I was apart of The Company I went back to my old self by robbing and killing the innocent, doing drug runs on a daily basis. We got a lot of attention from the police and a load of gunfights were I have lost good men. The next week we were involved in a gunfight with Armed Response and around 10 normal units, we were pinned down. We had lost 4 men and there was 3 of us left, I told Gricey and Dark to run for the car and leave but as soon as they stood up they were shot dead from a MK1, one bullet two kills. I had just seen my friends peppered by these police and went a little insane, I stood up with my MXSW and the 100rnd mags and was going utterly mental, mowing down groups of police but then I heard the MK1, first bullet missed second bullet right into my lung. I was handcuffed and treated at kavala hospital then taken to the prison when it was based in Athira. I done a solid 25 years in that prison until I was eventually set free, This was an eye opener for me and I resorted my life to being a medic for a few years then I was pardoned by the Mayor for all my crimes. I decided to join the Altis Police Department. I worked myself hard up the ranks from CSO to PC in a matter of days. After all the helping of the innocent civilians and arresting the scum of the earth that I once used to be, I got tired of losing too much good men far too often. I approached CSI Spunky Bumlove and wished to be transfered to Tanoa.
To be continued.....
Hope ye all liked it ?
@Greasy @Darkeh @Spunky Bumlove
Once upon a time...
I was a gold miner by the name of Mohammed Ajazuri in the land of Takistan, we recently moved there from Scotland as I was one of the countries most wanted. During my gold mining jobs I was being robbed and had to shoot and kill the bandits, I was then approached by police with MP5's and M4's asking if I would join the police force as my gun skills were really needed to combat the disgusting scum of the earth the country calls 'The Takistan Rebellion', I asked them whats in it for me? The man in charge stated I would have free guns, a brand new SUV and a license to kill. I accepted but as time went on and I realised how miserable life was in Takistan for civilians I began to get more and more friendly and loyal to the civilians. I no longer would be a corrupt police man, this worked out for a few months when I had death squads on me, large bounties on my head from The Takistan Rebellion as days went on, more civilians were getting hurt and killed because of me. The bandits would mow down an entire crowd or blow up a local market just hoping I was in the pile of dead bodies. So I decided to fake my death, got a new name and caught the next plane to Altis.
I landed at Altis International Airport at 23:30, I didn't really know what to do or where to go from there. I eventually found a taxi rank just east of the airport and hitched a ride to Kavala where I was greeted with loads of hobos and police, I got really nervous as there was a huge British police presence and they might eventually catch on to who I am if i stay around for much longer. I spoke to a man called Gricey at the kavala market who informed me to do a few copper runs in which I did, I done about one or two of these but then these bandits came at me with Katiba's and Mx's! They shouted "Get out the fucking car right fucking now or I won't hesitate to end your fucking life you fucking hobo fuck" Me shitting myself, these guys are pretty fucking hard. I get out the offroad n put my hands on my head but what do I see? It's Gricey and his friend called Dark.. the let me go but out of the blue say "Hey wanna join The Company?". Day Three on the island, I was apart of The Company I went back to my old self by robbing and killing the innocent, doing drug runs on a daily basis. We got a lot of attention from the police and a load of gunfights were I have lost good men. The next week we were involved in a gunfight with Armed Response and around 10 normal units, we were pinned down. We had lost 4 men and there was 3 of us left, I told Gricey and Dark to run for the car and leave but as soon as they stood up they were shot dead from a MK1, one bullet two kills. I had just seen my friends peppered by these police and went a little insane, I stood up with my MXSW and the 100rnd mags and was going utterly mental, mowing down groups of police but then I heard the MK1, first bullet missed second bullet right into my lung. I was handcuffed and treated at kavala hospital then taken to the prison when it was based in Athira. I done a solid 25 years in that prison until I was eventually set free, This was an eye opener for me and I resorted my life to being a medic for a few years then I was pardoned by the Mayor for all my crimes. I decided to join the Altis Police Department. I worked myself hard up the ranks from CSO to PC in a matter of days. After all the helping of the innocent civilians and arresting the scum of the earth that I once used to be, I got tired of losing too much good men far too often. I approached CSI Spunky Bumlove and wished to be transfered to Tanoa.
To be continued.....
Hope ye all liked it ?
@Greasy @Darkeh @Spunky Bumlove
