Arms Assassins | Level 5 Application

Yoko · November 5

The oldest gang alive

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In the early days 'Assassins' was a bit of a..push. We had fear, we had lives, and we had morals. Soon we learned to lose them. I'm not really sure where the name came about, I know it wasn't us. Some street gangs tagged us up as assassins early on and when we began to sell our cargo onto the streets of San Fierro I guess some wise guy added the 'Arms'. I always was fascinated by neat nicknames, we agreed, we would be the 'Arms Assassins'.
I guess names give you character, meaning, above all else a sense of purpose. We had a name now, a reputation we were building, something we had to uphold. This is when our loss of all things dear to mankind came about. Morals were a thing of the past, a human life was no longer a life, it was merely a pawn, a means to an end. We didn't think of it as selling guns, we didn't put any thought into what the purpose was. It was merely cargo and we were merely the sellers. Who cares? We got paid. Theft? Pah. Who cares about theft? Everything was something to steal, including merchandise. We had a very lackadaisical attitude towards stealing, whats yours is mine but what's mine is most certainly not yours. We made a bit of a reputation for ourselves when a jumpy little Latino gang tried to jack one of our shipments. I think there was about ten of them, none of them made it back alive. They were skinned and we hung them off an abandoned boat, like some sort of sick flag. The local gangs loved it, it drew attention and drove our reputation forward, I loved it.

Nicknames stick to people, the more ridiculous the more adhesive they are. For some reason I was now cabbage..or Couves. Who knows where this came from but, like everything else, it stuck like glue. We're now christened the Arms Assassins and I was now Couves. I guess this is what a reputation is. Feels pretty good.
It kept going like that for a while. We kept up the same old tricks, robbing, selling, loading and distribution. Guns were our game. Ideas are more powerful than guns, why should we let them have ideas? They can have the guns, sure, but the only idea they were given is that we were the best and they were simply the rest.

We found it fitting to move into that little ship we hung our flags from. It's a bit off the coast and it feels pretty protected. The local force don't bother with us, they come and try to execute a search warrant and suddenly we're in international water. Sure we've had the navy on us but we're pretty good at shutting up and hiding our gear. It's become a bit of a song and dance every time they show up. We keep our gear and they waste their time. It seems pretty ridiculous when you think about it, that they kept trying, God loves a trier.

The law couldn't stop us, who could? We had no rivals, no competition. We are a family, strong, safe and together. We work for the profit that keeps us going and we will never stop. This is who we are, this is who we were destined to be. This is why we dropped our morals, why I was christened as cabbage and why we're the Arms Assassins.

This is who we are.