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Roleplay & Number: Shadow Shipment: Rebels MC and Dangerous Trade & 8
Date: 31.03.2025
Participant(s): @JiirakDaniel @RebelsMotorcycleClub
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Two weeks ago, I had a phone call with one of the Rebels MC members. His voice was deep and firm, and he got straight to the point.
"Jirak wants to meet you in person. Come to the clubhouse."
It was short and direct. I took the directions and hung up without saying much. The Rebels MC clubhouse was hidden behind an old repair shop on the outskirts of the city. When I arrived at the gate, two burly men gave me scrutinizing looks.
"They’re expecting me," I said calmly.
One of them opened the door, and I stepped inside. The atmosphere was dimly lit. At the table sat a tall man with a thick black beard reaching down to his chest. I recognized him immediately Jirak, one of the most influential figures in Rebels MC.
Jirak stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and gestured for me to sit.
"You know, we always keep our business clean. But sometimes… adjustments need to be made," he said in his rough voice.
"I'm listening," I replied, leaning back in the chair.
"We need to send high quality motorcycles and parts to San Fierro. We want to use your company. You handle the logistics, and we'll accompany you to the ship to oversee the loading process. We need to be sure our goods reach their destination safely."
I nodded. "These kinds of deals come with a price, Jirak."
He chuckled. "Of course, we don’t expect a free service. Name your price. But just know if something goes wrong, we don’t just lose money."
I noticed the men around the room eyeing me carefully, all on high alert. I leaned forward and presented our price proposal. Jirak listened intently, then nodded. "Alright. Consider it done."
A few days later, we began the loading process at the docks. Jirak and a few of his men stood by, watching every step closely. His eyes never left the motorcycles. For us, everything was going according to plan.
The hidden packages inside the motorcycle parts were our real profit. Rebels MC never asked too many questions as long as their shipment arrived safely.
As the last motorcycle was loaded onto the ship, Jirak approached me. "Everything looks like it's going smoothly. Let’s hope it stays that way."
I gave him a confident smile. "Everything is under control."
Jirak and his men mounted their bikes and rode away as soon as the loading was completed. For us, this wasn’t just another business deal. The hidden packages inside the crates were the most crucial part of our plan.
The ship’s engines roared to life, and its horn let out a long farewell sound. Until San Fierro’s port came into view, we wouldn’t be at ease. But then again, we always enjoyed taking risks.
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