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24th Dec 2015

This is the place you put your personal storylines and your current personal Novan life. You leave your information on the table and we will read it to see sort of who you are outside of your mercenary job


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24th Dec 2015

I opened my eyes and stared into the mug full of coffee sitting on the table in front of me. I am sitting in my kitchen and the morning sun is beaming closed window, producing almost a reflection onto my floor.I opened my wallet and placed it on the table in front of me, pulling out my drivers license to examine it. "Foster Dewitt" It reads and gives my a painful reminder of the good old days when lots of people knew the name well. When i still had a decent fuckin' job. I Placed my I.D. back into my wallet and closed it, placing back into my pocket. i reached into my coat holster and drew my M9, feeling the cold metal in my hands i placed it on the table before me. Taking in one last sip of coffee i picked up the pistol and examined it on more time. The barrel pressed against the roof of my mouth and i pulled the hammer back and began to squeeze the trigger for one last time..... Until the phone rang.
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24th Dec 2015

I placed the gun back into my kitchen table and walked over the the wall, picking up the phone as a reached it. The line was silent for a moment until i heard the voice of my last informant. "Foster where are you in a half hour?" "At Home." I lied, in a half hour i would be dead. "Why?" I asked with a strange Curiosity. "I Have some information that could be very valuable-" "Not now, this is n
ot a good time." I said, and just before i hung up he said "Freely." I quickly snapped the phone back up to my ear "What?! Freely!? James Freely??" The line went dead. i went full sprint into my bedroom looking for my gun. I then remembered it was on the table. Rushing to the table i quickly holstered the gun in my coat and snatched my car keys up from the table. Everything else can wait. I got work to do.
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29th Dec 2015

James Freely is very well known in the Los Santos crime network. He is one of the biggest drug manufacturers and distributers in the state, and i have been trying to get something on him for a long time.
I opened my car door and slid into the drivers seat quickly slamming the door and starting the ignition. It was an old Albany Buccaneer, in a strange brown orange colour with a large dent in the passenger door. I waited for my informant at the closest bean machine. Sitting down outside with my coffee i could see him in the distance. He was easily spotted with his ace of spades helmet and red leather jacket. He pulled up in his Pegassi Bati 801, parking it just behind my vehicle. He stood up and pulled of his helmet attracting the attention of a woman sitting a few tables in front of me. Sitting down in front of me he leaned back and winked in her direction. "Still a charmer eh?" He turned back to me and let out a long breath. "Well maybe if you weren't so old you could be too. Hold on a moment." He stood up and went inside to get a coffee and i took a moment to examine his vehicle. The last time i saw him he didn't even have a vehicle to drive, where did he get the money for a Pegassi? He strolled out of the bean machine and sat down in front of me again taking a quick sip from his cup. "So, i got information. That you need. What do you have for me?" He smiled as he leaned back and took another sip. I rolled my eyes and let out a long sigh before taking 200$ cash out of my pocket and placing it on the table in front of me. He Picked up the roll of money and seemed unimpressed. "Thats all i got." He let out a sigh and put the money in his pocket. "Ok James Freely is back in town, but not for business. He is here for something else, now usually this shouldn't concern you. But i got sources who are saying he is going to some weird places, like blaine county. Why would he go there of all places? Its dirty, dangerous and he isn't very well like there." He took another long sip "He is meeting someone there, Nobody knows who this guy is. But whoever he is he might be big, like really big. I will contact you when i get a name but for now this is all i have. Go after some of Freely's boys maybe you will find something out." He flipped out his phone, looked at it and stood up. " i need to leave, but i'll be in touch." He stood up leaving his mostly full coffee on the table before me. Walking over to the woman who seemed to be interested in him, and gave her a small piece of paper. Before getting on his bike, putting his helmet on, and leaving. I Finished my coffee and slumped back into my car. I need to know who this person is. I cant lose this one, not again...
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30th Dec 2015

I got a text from an unknown number say two of Freely's boys would be at a bar in Paleto Bay. The first description he gave me was a tall, slim, white male. With a large Skull tattoo on his left shoulder. Next one was a average height, heavy, hispanic male with a large scar on the back of his head. I finished going over what the game plan was and started loading two twelve round 9mm magazines. The gun had already been cleaned and lay on a on the right of the table. I tok another sip of my cheap coffee and let out a sigh. I looked back and around my cheap Los Santos apartment. It could be the last time i ever see it. I loaded my weapon and holstered it in my coat, placing my wallet and switchblade in separate pockets. I closed and locked my apartment door and headed for the elevator. I waited about thirty seconds in the hall until the elevator arrived and an old lady walked out past me and down the hall. I got into the stuffy elevator and hit the parking lot button. The wait to get into my car was unbearable, i need info and i needed it now. Getting into my car i lit a cigarette. Time to head out. I started the engine and headed out the garage, the drive time to get to Paleto Bay was around a half hour. Traffic wasn't so bad though. I reached Paleto Bay and parked outside of the bar, waiting for my targets to leave the building. After a long wait of about an hour, they walked out. I put my cigarette out into and ashtray and tossed it out the window. The two of them got into a black truck and headed past me and around the corner, circling back to Los Santos. After a short drive back into the city they made a quick turn down an alley, they must be meeting someone. The alley seemed to be in an L shape and i couldn't see past a wall to the left. I flicked my light off and urged forward with the vehicle. I cant see shit. Urging a little too far i spot the two men, out of their car, looking right at me. The Hispanic man smiled and waved. Before i was hit by another truck and slammed into the wall in front of me. The car is stuck, im injured, and there is at least three of them. I raised my head from the steering wheel and looked into the side view mirrors. The white male was approaching my car. i quickly leaned back into the passenger seat and put my feet up against the door. He was right about to open the door when i kicked it open hitting him in the face and breaking his nose. He fell to the ground and let out a loud scream as his buddies started firing into the car. The only thing i heard for the next thirty seconds was the sounds of gunfire and bullets hitting my vehicle, bouncing around on the inside. After the shooting stopped i heard the sounds of two magazines hit the ground. One of them was moving fast towards the driver door. I drew and aimed my gun out the driver door and waited. One... Two... Three! He popped out in front of the door and i unloaded about seven rounds into his body. I crawled out of the car and looked for his other buddy, nowhere to be seen. I was just about to holster my weapon when broken nose boyo stood up behind me. I turned to face him to find out he was holding a metal pipe in his hands. He raised the pipe ready to deliver a kill blow to my skull. But not before taking two rounds in the chest. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. I looked around one more time before holstering my weapon and getting into the truck that slammed into my buccaneer. I back it up and parked it illegally across the street before walking back and getting into my car. She was beat up but could still make it back home. I backed out of the alley (My rear bumper dragging on the road) and made my way home. I learned nothing tonight. But it wont happen again. Next time, i will be ready.
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12th Jan 2016

It has been a few weeks since the incident, car is in the shop and i have a minor concussion, no big deal though. But while i have been home my informant has been digging. James Freely has a personal bodyguard by the name of Diego Black. All i have is a name. I also was told Diego will be going to a Pickup point for some high quality cocaine. I am going to meet him there, and interrogate the bastard.

I sat on a bench across from the trashcan the coke is in, i saw someone drop it off about ten minutes ago. Just as i was beginning to grow tired of the stake out here, a tall, bald and very muscular Hispanic male approached the garbage can. Reached in, and removed the coke. He began to walk away and i decided to follow him. I reached into my coat and flipped the safety off. He exited the cemetery and crossed the street. Following him still i began to get a little closer. He pulled a flip phone out of his pocket and answer an apparent call he was receiving. "Yes i got the stuff i will be in the alley, oh and don't be too long. He is following me." What? I thought i didn't know i was here. Just like that he broke into a sprint down the road. I ran after him straining my legs to keep up with him. He crossed a busy street and ran into an alley. I sprinted after him and turned into the alley, and a punch to the face. Everything was blurry as he dragged my by the legs further into the ally. Stripping me of my weapons and ripping my coat off of my body. I lay on the ground for a few seconds before being lifted into a chair and left there. By the time i came to my senses and could see clearly a black limo had pulled into the alley. Diego was talking to someone in the back before the window rolled up, and turned back to me he smiled. He walked over and loomed over me, taking in a deep breath as he pulled my gun out of my belt. "9MM hmm?" He pulled back the upper receiver and a single bullet flew out of the gun and flew to the ground. He slid the magazine out and threw it aside tossing the gun in the other direction. He then drew my switch blade and opened it, examining it in his hand. "Nice knife." He then made a small cut across my cheek, i could feel the blood crawl down my face and roll off my chin. He dropped the knife and punched my in the gut. "Where did you find out about the coke?" still coughing from the punch i spat in his face. Which he didn't seem to enjoy being that he kicked one of the legs out of my chair. I fell to the ground and began to crawl, around the same time he began to laugh. I crawled right up to the Limo. and looked up at the door window. It rolled down to reveal... James fucking Freely. "Hello Foster." He said as his bodyguard picked me up and dragged my back of the to broken chair. Picking me up and throwing me into the wood that was the broken chair probably broke me a rib or two. I lay on the ground looking up into the blue Los Santos sky and i looked over at Diego. He had pulled out a large revolver, gold with engravings all over it. He pulled back the hammer and stepped towards me. Aiming the gun at my face he began to smirk. Before he fired off his revolver Someone said in a very stern voice "Diego!" He quickly holster his weapon and got into the limo. The limo rolled away, and left me there. I crawled over to my gun and loaded the magazine inside. I then sat against the wall and looked for my phone. It was across the alley. Just as i was about to crawl towards it two me in bandana masks walked into the alley. Freely's Men no doubt. I raised my weapon and fired three rounds into the closest one to me. He fell immediately, i fired another two rounds into the other one and he too hit the ground with a thud. Distant screams could be heard as the sound of gunfire receded. I crawled to my phone and painfully shoved the bodies behind a dumpster as not to be seen. I called a number i hadn't called in a long time to get me out of the god dammed mess. My son.
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19th Jan 2016

He placed me in the back of his car and began driving, pure silence fell among us. my whole body was sore as the car bounce and rumbled down the road and towards the hospital. "What the fuck where you doing this time?" I took a long breath and began to speak. "I am opening up an old case, i think the person i'm looking for may be-" I was abruptly interrupted "WHY DONT YOU JUST FUCKING RETIRE DAD?" The car was engulfed once again in silence. "Never mind whats the point even? your too fucking caught up trying to re-live old glory aren't you?" I couldn't reply to that one because i knew he was right. We pulled up to the hospital after another ten minutes of silence and he looked back at me. "Get out, get medical attention, and don't call me again." He unlocked the car door and stayed in the front seat as i crawled out of the vehicle and limped into the hospital. I looked back hopefully to see him looking back at me with some form of concern, but all i say where his tail-lights disappearing in the distance. I let out a sigh and stepped into the hospital. sitting in a chair a nurse walked up to me and asked if i needed help. I said i got mugged.
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20th Jan 2016

Got out of the hospital ribs aren't broken, son still hates me, and my car is in the shop. I slowly began to make my way home, and without a vehicle or any of my weapons (having been confiscated by my son) it was a very cautious walk home. By the time i got home it was 3:00 am. I crawled into bed and tried to sleep, but being that i couldn't i decided to sit down on the couch with a nice cold beer. I turned on the t.v. and watched the news for the rest of the half hour it was on before losing interest and deciding to go out. I grabbed my wallet and headed out the door, there was a gun shop a few blocks down the street that is usually open 24-7 so i decided to head there. It was cold outside and the streetlights glowed as i walked past them. I opened the door to the shop and walked in, seeing that George was behind the counter. "Hey George." "Hey Foster" I stepped up to the counter and looked inside the glass and on the walls. "I need a new Gun." He looked up at me and began to lift one out of the glass showcase that was the counter. "Well i can offer you a 9mm again? these are about two hundred." I opened my wallet and to my surprise there was about only five bucks inside. "I need one on the house George." He let out a short fit of laughter and put the weapon back in the case. "What even happened to your last one?" "My boy stole it i need a new one, come on George i am a loyal customer there has to be some for of credit i can use for another one?" He went into the back room and game out with something that i would compare to a fucking water pistol. "This is a SNS pistol, small comfortable fits just about anywhere on your body, six round magazine." I lifted it in my hands and put it back down on the counter. "I need something bigger." He just laughed again, and about five minutes later i walked out with a SNS pistol in my pocket and my dignity out the window.
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23rd Jan 2016

Just got off the phone with my contact. says nothing is moving at all with Freely. He must be laying low after he showed his face. So here i am sitting in my apartment loading the small magazines that the SNS pistol uses. I was about to finish the last clip when someone knocked on my door. I loaded a magazine inside and put The weapon in my back pocket. Walking towards the door i flicked the safety off and kept my right hand behind my back. I approached the door quietly and looked through the peep hole in the door. Some guy was standing outside of my apartment wearing a motorcycle helmet. "Who are you and why are you outside of my apartment?" He just stood there looking at the door. "Whatever bud." i walked back into my bedroom and continued loading the magazines. After i was done i put the gun and ammo into the safe under my desk. I opened my flip phone and check my text messages, one from my contact. It says- HITMAN COMING FOR YOU WATCH OUT. What?, and just as i began to question the text he sent me. The door to my apartment unlocked seemingly by itself. I immediately Started to open the safe. It takes me seven seconds to open the safe. I know this because i open it almost every day. It takes five seconds to walk into my bedroom from the door. I Gave up and stood up to face the door, when i was pushed onto my back. The man in the helmet quickly produced a knife from his pocket. He went for a downwards stab, i kicked him in the chest to stop him. As he fell back i stood up and started for the door, but not before receiving a slash into the ankle. I fell to the ground outside of the bedroom and crawled back a little before slowly getting up. He came at me again an i grabbed his arm, twisting it so he would drop the knife. It hit the floor with a clang, and then the real fight started. He went for a left elbow, i blocked it with my arm. After that he went for a right punch, i grabbed his punched and threw him into the T.V. he hit the T.V. and knocked a vase off of the top. I went for the knife and he went for his gun. He pulled his gun from the back of his belt, a 9mm like my own. (or at least like what i used to own) I grabbed the knife and launched myself at him. Hitting him just before he fired his first round. I Stabbed him in his shooting arm and disarmed him of his weapon before rolling back and firing three loud rounds into his chest and helmet. He fell limp and for a few seconds after the screams from the apartment next to mine, it got quiet. Standing up i placed the gun on the couch and sat next to it. A few minutes later i was The police turned my home into a crime scene and took me in for questioning. I wont be investigating for a while then i guess.
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