Grayson Fell was a corporate fixer, a middleman, Mr.Ten-percent. Ask anybody two tiers above or below, and he had little importance in the food chain; he didn't put up his own money, he didn't fight, he certainly nurtured no principles to speak of. But that would only be half the truth; because it was men like Fell who made things happen, because sometimes, when the wheels are coming off or the path ahead is unclear, what's needed more than anything else is a dose of raw greed.
He had a middle-class upbringing, went to a good school. His parents were achievers, his older brother too. Since boyhood, as long as he could remember, he'd been living in a slight chill of shadow. He wasn't a bad student, but he got sick of hearing his brother's name. Early on, he made what he subconsciously recognized as a logical false step; you don't really try, you don't really fail.
The world wasn't waiting for him, he hadn't played the game sufficiently well, so when he was finally out adrift, he had to work twice as hard. His Damascene moment came after his father died, in an enormous office of panelled oak; the lawyer's monotone couldn't mask the voice of condemnation booming from beyond the grave, damning him with an empty legacy.
He learned to hustle, to bat away refusal, to burrow hard for the tasty grubs. Through difficult years he built up his contact list, got a reputation for touching the deals no-one else would. In a town as dirty as San Paro, that wasn't such a bad reputation to have.
Somewhere in there he got his heart broken, and his response to that was petulant. He blamed women, all of them, for his inadequacies, and he knew that was wrong too. He was still willing to pay, risking the kerbs in Trasket and Sendlow; cheap and rough, all he told himself he deserved.
Nobody liked him. He didn't much like himself. But then it wasn't him they were buying, it was his little black book. He had no idea where Mr. Benjamin got his name. Didn't want to know. Late night call, he could hear the subtle disruptive pattern of the scrambler kicking in; expensive, enough to get his interest. They didn't speak for long. It was a strange gig, but the figures washed away any hesitation he might have felt.
Couldn't figure the old man out, playing anarchist at that age, but the guy had chips for the game; both barrels loaded with cash, enough to lever the good stuff, black market weapons from Jericho in Pocket. Minus ten percent.
He'd approached the G-Kings. He knew it wasn't going to be easy. He was a suit, after all, and these kids had no interface with suits, except to withdraw cash, impromptu and illegal. They scared the shit out of him. That kid Zombie was built to destroy; wide as a car and painted up for dealing pain. But when he showed them the weapons, he saw the light in their eyes. All they had to do was plant a bomb under Havalynd, and send those military spooks back to the country.
That was the start of it. Now Fell was earning the best money of his life. And to reach it he'd waded neck-deep into someone else's war. Mr. Benjamin set him up in a secure location out at Merchant Park, got these punk kids watching his back 24/7. Praetorian had him on their list. Too late for second thoughts; he was in it for keeps.
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No Unlocks for this level.
Standing required: 17,550
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Standing required: 19,500
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|"Lizard King" RetrO2 Deco Holsters||Clothing||$240||0|
|"Lizard King" Welfare Case Belt||Clothing||$37||0|
|"Lizard King" SkullHockey Mask||Clothing||$165||0|
|"Lizard King" G Sneakers||Clothing||$115||0|
|"Lizard King" Lotus Liz Do-rag||Clothing||$50||0|
|"Lizard King" ReBirth Sweatband||Clothing||$13||0|
|"Lizard King" X-Toryan Bracelets (R)||Clothing||$17||0|
|"Lizard King" Painted Eagle Ring (L)||Clothing||$15||0|
|"Lizard King" Heart-n-Crossbones||Clothing||$40||0|
|"Lizard King" Acid Runoff Choker||Clothing||$40||0|
|"Lizard King" Painted Pinky Band||Clothing||$15||0|
|"Lizard King" BluChek Wrist Studs (L)||Clothing||$17||0|
|"Lizard King" Crop Top||Clothing||$65||0|
|"Lizard King" K-Lizard Cargos||Clothing||$50||0|
|"Lizard King" Look-at-me Lace Bra||Clothing||$250||0|
|"Lizard King" Look-at-me Lace Thong||Clothing||$165||0|
|"Hazard Racing" Racer's Comm Unit||Clothing||$215||0|
|"Hazard Racing" Oinker Holster||Clothing||$140||0|
|"Hazard Racing" Jacket||Clothing||$525||0|
|"Hazard Racing" Mask||Clothing||$115||0|
|"Hazard Racing" GF Wraparounds||Clothing||$390||0|
|"Hazard Racing" Starred Skate Shoes||Clothing||$90||0|
|"Hazard Racing" X-Pygg Driving Glove (L)||Clothing||$65||0|
|"Hazard Racing" X-Pygg Driving Glove (R)||Clothing||$65||0|
|"Hazard Racing" Baseball Cap||Clothing||$90||0|
|"Hazard Racing" Dollar Bling (L)||Clothing||$17||0|
|"Hazard Racing" Dollar Bling (R)||Clothing||$17||0|
|"Hazard Racing" Hazardous Materials Shirt||Clothing||$40||0|
|"Hazard Racing" Pit Kroo Combats||Clothing||$115||0|
|Balkan Ravan 202 E||Vehicles||$20,000||30|
|Montane IV "Demon King"||Vehicles||$10,000||30|
Alright, bawbag? Job in Waterfront needs something a bit heavier. Get out there, nick 5 dump truck's and hand them in to a chop shop for shipping around the city. Cheers, pal.
Deliver 5 Dump Truck's to a Chop Shop.
Alright, bawjaws? Gwan do your ol' pal Grayson a solid? I owe money to the sort of people that you don't wanna owe a pint tae. Can you lift 5 Security Vans and drop them off at a chop shop for me? Magic.
Deliver 5 Security Van's to a Chop Shop.
Alright, numpty bollocks? We've got a front that runs taxi's but someone keeps stealing all our cabs. Can you get out there and steal 5 taxi's and bring them to a chop shop? I can't believe people keep stealing our taxi's, five at a time...
Deliver 5 Taxi's to a Chop Shop.
I'm building a TV fort. It's exactly what it sounds like. Get out there and deliver 5 TV's to me. Even the best of forts started small but between you and every other freak out there, I'll have enough for a scale replica of Forche Bank.
Deliver 5 TV's to a fence.
Scrap metal's huge in China right now. I wanna test the waters with the market. Get out there and steal and drop-off 8 cars for me to ship over there as scrap. I'm sure once we file off the numbers under the hood no one'll care.
Deliver 8 vehicles to a Chop Shop.
I'm as skint as a snow shoveller in July. Can you grab a stash of $1000 for me? Ta.
Gather a $1000 stash.
Hey can you murder 150 pedestrians, film it with a camera and give me the film? I need it for reasons. Don't do more than a hundred and fifty though... any more or less and I can't- you know what? Never mind. Just mow the fuckers down.
Kill 150 pedestrians.
|DR. BORIOUS'S SNAKE OIL|
|NOT IN MY BACKYARD|
|GUN RUN GANG|
|EVERYBODY COMES TO RICK'S|
|DIRT ON THE DEPARTMENT|
|JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED|
|BOX-LOCK AND .52 BARREL|
|BURN TO EARN|
|AN EXPLOSIVE TRIAL|
|IN, OUT, SPRAY IT ALL ABOUT|
|THE HOBBY HOODS|
|A TAX ATTACK|
|CREME DE LA CRIME|
|MAKING A RACKET|
|FAMILY FUN DAY|
|DIRTY WHITE COLLARS|
|POP3 A CAP|
|THE CUCKOLD STRIKES BACK|
|UP THE ARSENAL|
|LET US SPRAY|
|I AM NOT A CROOK|
|DON'T DRINK THE WATER|
|THERE'S NO EYE IN TEAM|
|SHOCK FOR THE JOCK|
|A DISH BEST SERVED COLD|
|THE BIG SCOOP|
|THAT TV'S BIGGER THAN MY HOUSE|
|OPEN AND SHUT CASE|
Charge-National was co-founded by Arlon Cody Burns (the founder of Dolton), and Valentin Fischer an orange farmer from Florida who'd amassed enough money to invest in his passion for automobiles. On August 1915, Charge-National introduced the "Silver Star Sedan", a five-passenger touring sedan. The company almost ended there and then - the Silver Star suffering a short product recall on the first 20,000 machines due to misaligned brake components - but went on to be immensely popular. In 1955, Charge-National developed one of the most famous engines ever produced: the powerful and versatile V-CN8 that was quickly adopted by hot-rodders everywhere. By 1963, two out of every ten cars sold in the United States was a Charge-National. Building on the exceptional quality of their engines and engine components with luxury fittings and elegant styling, the company paved the way for the vehicles they produce today.
Biography: Asylum (Part 2)
Luke Waskawi saw what was happening there, and saw the potential of the place. A fortress built to protect its inhabitants from the outside world. A neutral location beyond all the normal gang turn boundaries, belonging to everyone and no-one. A recruiting station where San Paro's malcontents and outcasts congregated. A natural meeting point of different ideas and underground street cultures, but all sharing the same anti-authoritarian viewpoint and opposition to the status quo.
He let others take the credit, but it was Waskawi that came up with the idea for Asylum. Asylum was a place; the old Abington Towers. Asylum was a club night that drifted like a ghost through San Paro's club scene. Asylum was a state of mind and a revolutionary idea. Asylum was a fashion style and a hidden code; the discreetly Asylum symbol - turning up in everything from clothing designs to graffiti logos and hidden website easter eggs - allowing those in the know to find and recognise each other.
The Asylum club nights were central to everything, the vibe that everyone initially congregated around. It stays mobile. Special club nights at carefully selected venues around the city. None of them never openly announced, but those in the loop always hear about it and find their way there. The cops hunt for it, to bust it and shut it down, but it's an idea - a state of mind - not a place, and you can't shut down a state of mind. Once a month, it returns home to Abington Towers. Every homecoming is an event, and every time it comes home it brings more and more recruits with it. Many are just there for the party, but enough of them - more than enough, for Waskawi's purposes - get into the idea of the place. Some of them stay on, become part of the Asylum society. Most come and go, though, spreading the idea back into the city, drawing in more potential recruits.
The idea spreads. The Asylum state of mind increases in numbers.
Waskawi is an invisible presence in the place, sometimes glimpsed in passing at the monthly Asylum nights, but rarely recognised for who and what he is. Terence Piper is the front man, and Asylum's leader and guru. Piper preaches self-enforcement, everyone in Asylum working together to keep the co-operative vibe going, but step out of line and break Asylum's rules, and Waskawi and his people make their presence known. A lot of the kids who go there don't see it, but the gang members that come to the Asylum can spot hired muscle and trained mercs when they see them, and know the truth. Asylum is Waskawi's place, and in Luke Waskawi's house, the smart people know to play by Luke Waskawi's rules.
The word's out now in San Paro. There's something happening up at the Asylum. Something big. More and more people go there, eager to plug into the buzz coming off the place, and to get turned onto what's happening there. Piper preaches revolution of the mind, but Waskawi's got something a lot more literal in mind.
He wants to turn an insane world sane, and the army he's building up at the Asylum is how he's going to do it.
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|Large Supply Box x2||Consumable|
|Mobile Cover x2||Consumable|
|Satchel Charge x2||Consumable|
Moving on and moving up
Thanks for everything you've done, even if I'm disappointed that you turned down what we talked about. Arlon's a great guy, and I'm sure you probably made the right decision. At least for the moment. He's achieved wonderful things. It's just a pity that everything we're building here will ultimately pass into the hands of one of his brats.
They say talent skips a generation - I refer you to the Benjamin children as proof.
If you ever reconsider, you know where I am.
Just so you know.
I've been checking out your story. People tell me you're the real thing. So far, I like what I've seen.
Don't know what you've been told, but the only person I answer to is Mr. Benjamin himself. One of his brats may run things one day, but that day's hopefully a long way off yet.
In the meantime, I'm calling the shots, as regards the day-to-day running of the organization. Feel free to bear that in mind at all times.
Re: last night's Kiki Monroe
I know you were probably out shooting someone, so I guess you probably missed Justin Teng on the Kiki Monroe Show last night, trying to sell his vision of a Praetorian utopia to the masses.
He was a jumped-up control freak years ago when I worked for him, and nothing's changed. Shit, and he has the nerve to still call himself a free market capitalist in the classic Friedman model?
Do me a favor; next time you're out there, waste a couple of his expensive rent-a-cops for me. That'll teach the little bastard to have fired me when he did.
You know, you and I should get to know each other better. I get the feeling you're not going to be on this bandwagon forever, and you never know when a friendly contact elsewhere might come in useful.
Seriously, we should go out and party. All at my expense, naturally. Arlon pays me so much money it's almost embarrassing, and I've got to spend it on something.
I know some crazy places, including this members-only club in the Concession, where you can... Ah, but that would be telling. It's more fun finding out for yourself...
I imagine you're more of an Effigy reader, so you probably missed the piece on the 'new financial frontier' in the Havalynd Journal last week. The new frontier's crime, of course, although they couldn't quite come out and say it.
That's where all the virgin territory is, and where the pioneers are heading.
Crime's just the last word in deregulation, freeing up the market to give people whatever they most need.
Feels better knowing you're a ground-breaking pioneer, doesn't it?