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September - Week 4 Operation: Fuel Stop Pickup — Restock for Distribution [#16] Date: 23/09/2025 Participants: @WenDo A tip came in quick: a Huntley loaded with product was waiting at the fuel station by ALT — All Load Trucking’s base. I slid into the Sultan and rolled over like it was any other night run, eyes fixed on the lot. The Huntley sat quiet among daytime trucks, the kind of place where nothing looks out of place if you know what to look for. Keys were hidden where only people who know the game would think to check — tucked above a wheel well. I took them, slipped into the Huntley, and drove straight to our Whetstone junkyard. There we parked it in the back, away from prying eyes, and moved the shipment into our storage. Every crate sealed, every bag stacked — inventory restored and accounted for. I called the Vice Patrón and told him: the arsenal is full, the shelves are stocked, and distribution can begin. Dealers will be supplied, routes cleared, and Medellín’s presence on the streets will keep growing. Another clean pickup, another night where the city learned we never sleep. Operation: Monthly Collections — Whetstone Protection Rounds [#17] Date: 23/09/2025 Participants: @WenDo After finishing the delivery at our Whetstone junkyard, I swapped into something cleaner — my Comet roadster, a symbol that business has been good. The night was quiet, perfect for a round of collections. Protection isn’t just a word in our world — it’s a guarantee, and every business under Medellín’s wing knows the price of safety. First stop was the donut shop. The owner greeted me with a shaky smile, slipped the envelope across the counter, and didn’t ask questions. Next was Cluckin’ Bell, where the manager tried to look calm but couldn’t hide the relief when the payment changed hands. Last came Ammu-Nation — the clerk already had the package ready, stacked neatly, a sign of someone who knows how important it is not to keep us waiting. Smooth, clean, efficient — the system working exactly as it should. With the envelopes stacked on the seat beside me, I pointed the Comet back toward Las Venturas. Business is loyalty, but life needs balance. The casino lights called my name, and by the end of the night, the same money that bought protection was rolling across the tables. For Medellín, profit is everywhere — in the streets, in the businesses, and even in the gamble. The city pays, we collect, and the wheel keeps spinning. Operation: Bail Out — Rescue at LSPD [#18] Date: 25/09/2025 Participants: @WenDo@kikoz I was at the office, paperwork stacked and the laundering front running like always, when the phone cut through the calm: Kikoz had been picked up and was sitting in LSPD custody. He’s more than a member — he’s family. I didn’t waste time. I jumped in the car and drove flat out to the station. The deposit was posted without questions; Medellín pays for its own. Down in the holding cells it smelled of bleach and regret, but when I saw Kikoz behind the bars, his look said more than words ever could. We moved fast — a few signatures, a nod, and he walked out beside me. Back at the corp, the lobby’s quiet swallowed us for a moment. We talked, checked gear, and re-routed a few lines — business never stops, even when you pull a brother out of a cell. He’s back where he belongs: with Medellín, ready for the next job. Operation: Respect for the Fallen — Business with Aztecas [#19] Date: 25/09/2025 Participants: @WenDo@kikoz Not long ago we lost one of our own — Michael. His death cut deep through the Cartel, and today we made the time to honor him. We gathered at the graveyard, cleaned the stone, and stood in silence. Some prayed, others remembered the crimes we laughed through together, but all of us left our respect. Medellín doesn’t forget its own — loyalty lasts beyond the grave. From there, life pulled us back into the streets. We drove into Los Santos for a sit-down with one of our strongest customers, the Aztecas. The meeting took place in their strip club — smoke in the air, music in the background, and business on the table. The product moved, money promised, and ties reinforced. A day of mourning and of business. Michael may rest, but Medellín moves forward, stronger and louder, for those who can no longer stand beside us. Operation: Cartel Origins — From Desert Smugglers to City Kings [#20] Date: 25/09/2025 Participants: @Orten1@kikoz@SkulioN The Medellín Cartel began small, a handful of men moving cocaine hidden in the back of trucks across the deserts of San Andreas. The roads were long, the nights were cold, and every run meant the difference between life and death. What started as survival soon became business, and what was business quickly became power. With every delivery, connections grew. What once was desert smuggling expanded into the clubs of Los Santos, the bars of Las Venturas, and the backrooms of San Fierro. Business owners learned the rules fast — those who paid were protected, those who resisted vanished into silence. Fear built the foundation, loyalty raised the walls, and discipline held the roof. Money bought silence, bullets secured respect. From the dirt tracks of Bone County to the neon-lit strips of the cities, the Cartel spread like fire. Today, Medellín is no longer just a gang running shipments. It is a network, a family, and a shadow empire that rules the streets — feared by rivals, respected by allies, and remembered by every name that dared cross us.