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Address: CDC Deposit Of Drugs 3 Account name: mrriis Last seen: 9th july Screenshots:

#35 Activity Date: 06/08/2024 Vagos Members: Reacher,Shizla,Pasha,Happy Amount of Vagos Members: 4 Screenshots:

#5 ROLEPLAY A Good Gesture Short Scenario: In the bustling heart of Los Santos, the OutLaw High Council was the invisible hand that controlled the city's darker dealings. At the helm was Dante, a man whose presence commanded both respect and fear. One crisp morning, as the city stirred to life, Dante received a call on his secure line from Luis, the Vice President of the notorious Vagos MC. Dante answered, his voice a calm rumble. "Luis, what brings you to my line?" Luis's voice crackled through the connection, carrying a sense of urgency. "Dante, we need a fresh supply of firepower. Can you meet at the usual spot?" Dante's eyes narrowed, sensing the importance behind the request. "I'll be there in an hour. Bring your best." An hour later, in a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of Los Santos, Dante awaited Luis's arrival. The warehouse was filled with crates of weapons, meticulously organized and ready for transport. The heavy metal doors creaked open, and Luis, flanked by two Vagos MC members, strode in. Luis, with a nod: "Dante, good to see you." Dante, extending his hand: "Luis. It's been a while. Let's get down to business." Luis glanced at the array of firearms laid out on a table. "Impressive as always. We need enough to last a few weeks. Trouble's brewing, and we need to be ready." Dante motioned to his men, who began loading crates into the back of a black van. "You know our quality. These will get the job done." Luis inspected a sleek black AR-15, nodding in approval. "Perfect. How much do we owe you?" Dante smiled, a dangerous edge to his expression. "Consider this a favor, Luis. But remember, favors come with expectations." Luis smirked, understanding the unspoken agreement. "Understood. We'll repay this kindness." With the van loaded, the two leaders walked outside, their men securing the perimeter. Dante climbed into the driver's seat of the van, while Luis and his crew mounted their motorcycles. Luis, revving his engine: "Follow us. The clubhouse isn't far." Dante nodded, and the convoy set off, weaving through the streets of Los Santos. They moved with precision, the van and motorcycles a coordinated unit. As they approached the Vagos MC clubhouse, a fortified building on the edge of the city, the gates swung open, allowing them inside. Inside, the clubhouse buzzed with activity. Vagos members milled about, their eyes widening at the sight of the new shipment. Luis dismounted his bike and approached Dante. Luis: "Thanks for this, Dante. The Vagos MC won't forget it." Dante, his gaze steely: "Just make sure the streets know who runs this city." Luis clapped Dante on the shoulder. "Always. The OutLaws and Vagos MC are stronger together." As Dante watched the Vagos members unload the weapons, he felt a sense of satisfaction. Another successful deal, another step in maintaining control over Los Santos. The partnership between the OutLaws and Vagos MC was solidified, their combined strength a force to be reckoned with in the underworld of the city. Participants: Happy @VeX Organizations: VG / Outlaws Screenshots:

#4 ROLEPLAY Riding for Respect Short Scenario: The sun was setting over Los Santos, casting a golden hue over the city’s streets. You were chilling by the boardwalk, the ocean breeze cooling you off after a long day of riding. Your bike, a gleaming black chopper, was parked beside you, its chrome reflecting the colors of the setting sun. The city was alive, but your mind was elsewhere, thinking back to the origins of the Vagos MC. The Vagos weren’t just another motorcycle club—they were a brotherhood. A force to be reckoned with in the streets of Los Santos. And today, you decided it was time to remind the locals what Vagos was all about. Protection, power, and respect. You flicked the end of your cigarette into the sand, feeling the adrenaline start to pump through your veins. It was time to handle some business. You swung a leg over your bike and revved the engine. The roar echoed through the streets as you pulled out onto the highway, heading toward the city. The first stop was a small convenience store on the corner of Jamestown and Carson. The owner, an older man named Raul, had been there for years. He knew how things worked in Los Santos, but it had been a while since anyone had reminded him. You pulled up in front of the store, killing the engine but leaving the key in the ignition. The bell above the door jingled as you stepped inside, the sound almost too innocent for what was about to go down. Raul looked up from behind the counter, his eyes widening as he recognized the patch on your jacket—the Vagos skull. You didn’t say a word at first, just walked up to the counter, a faint smirk on your face as you casually pulled out your pistol, holding it loosely in your hand. “Raul,” you said, your voice calm, almost friendly. “We need to talk.” Raul’s hands trembled as he looked at the gun, then back at you. “I-I’ve always respected you guys, man. No trouble here, I swear.” You leaned in a little closer, making sure he could see the seriousness in your eyes. “That’s good, Raul. Real good. But respect isn’t enough these days. There’s a lot of bad people out there, and this is a rough neighborhood. You need protection. You know what I’m talking about?” Raul nodded quickly, his eyes darting to the door as if he could escape. But he knew better. “I-I understand. How much?” You smiled, holstering the pistol but keeping your hand close, just in case. “A couple hundred a month. And in return, you won’t have to worry about anything. No robberies, no thugs messing up your shop. Vagos MC will take care of you. Think of it as an investment.” Raul swallowed hard, then nodded again. “Alright. I’ll have the money by the end of the week.” You patted him on the shoulder, a gesture that was almost friendly. “Good man. Don’t make us come back for it.” With that, you turned and walked out of the store, the bell jingling behind you. The next few stops went the same way—a small diner, a pawn shop, a bar. Each owner was nervous at first, but the sight of your pistol and the promise of protection made them see things your way. By the time you finished, you had a new income stream lined up for the club, and the locals had been reminded that the Vagos MC was still the king of the streets. You rode back to the clubhouse, the night air cool against your face as the city lights blurred around you. The roar of your bike was like music, the kind that only a real rider could appreciate. When you finally pulled up to the clubhouse, you parked your bike and leaned against it, pulling out a cigarette. As you lit it up, you couldn’t help but grin. Another successful day for the Vagos. You took a long drag, the smoke curling up into the night sky. This was just the beginning. Los Santos was your city, and you were going to make sure everyone knew it. The cigarette burned slowly between your fingers, the perfect end to a perfect day. The Vagos MC was back in business. Participants: Happy Organizations: VG Screenshots:

#3 ROLEPLAY The Vagos MC's Elimination Mission Short Scenario: It was a quiet afternoon at the Vagos MC clubhouse. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the dusty yard where bikes were lined up in neat rows. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of cigarettes and the sound of low conversation. I was sitting at the bar, nursing a drink and enjoying the rare moment of peace. My phone buzzed on the counter, and I glanced at the screen. The caller ID showed it was Carl, the owner of our go-to Ammu-Nation shop and a long-time ally of the Vagos. I picked up, knowing this wouldn’t be just a friendly chat. "Happy Lowman speaking." "Happy, I’ve got a problem that needs fixing," Carl said, his voice strained. "There’s a new gun shop in town undercutting my prices. It’s bad for business, and I need it gone. Permanently." I listened, the wheels already turning in my head. Carl was a reliable ally, and this was our turf. Nobody moved in on our people’s business without paying the price. "What do you need?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Take out the owner. Make sure everyone knows not to mess with Ammu-Nation. I’ll make it worth your while—Vagos get 25% off everything, for life." The deal was solid. Carl had always been good to us, and a lifelong discount was too good to pass up. "Consider it done," I said, my voice calm and steady. I finished my drink and headed outside to where my bike was parked. The rest of the Vagos were scattered around the yard, some working on their bikes, others just hanging out. I gave a nod to a few of the guys as I swung a leg over my Harley and kicked it to life. The engine rumbled beneath me as I rode out, heading to Carl’s shop. Carl was waiting for me when I arrived, his expression tense. "Happy, I’ve got everything you’ll need," he said, leading me to the back where a selection of firearms was laid out. I picked a reliable rifle, loaded up on ammo, and checked everything over. "Thanks, Carl. I’ll handle it from here," I said, slinging the rifle over my shoulder. The ride to the rival gun shop was quick, the streets of Los Santos rolling by in a blur of neon lights and concrete. I parked my bike a few blocks away and made my way to the shop on foot, the rifle concealed under my jacket. The place was quiet, too quiet. The perfect time to strike. With a firm kick, I busted the door open, stepping inside with the rifle already drawn. The owner, a middle-aged man with a nervous look, froze in place as he saw me. "You’ve been cutting into the wrong man’s business," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "Apologize, and hand over every penny you’ve made." The guy’s hands shook as he fumbled with the cash register, stammering out apologies while he stuffed the money into a bag. I snatched the bag from him, feeling the weight of the cash inside. It was a decent haul, but that wasn’t the main point of this visit. "You should’ve known better," I said, leveling the rifle at him. One shot rang out, echoing through the empty shop. The man crumpled to the floor, and I didn’t spare him a second glance. With the job done, I walked back to my bike, the bag of cash slung over my shoulder. The streets were as quiet as I’d left them, the city’s usual chaos momentarily muted. I revved the engine and headed back to the clubhouse, the night air cool against my face. Back at the clubhouse, I stashed the cash in the safe and pulled out my phone. I dialed Carl’s number, feeling the satisfaction of a job well done. "It’s handled. You won’t have any more trouble from that shop." Carl’s relief was clear in his voice. "Thanks, Happy. You’ve done me a solid. Vagos are always welcome here, and like I promised, 25% off for life." "Appreciate it, Carl," I said, hanging up. I lit a cigarette and leaned back against the bar, the familiar sounds of the clubhouse filling the air. The Vagos MC had sent a clear message tonight: Los Santos was our territory, and no one messed with our people. As I took a long drag from my cigarette, I knew the Vagos were stronger than ever, and anyone who crossed us would learn that the hard way. Participants: Happy Organizations: VG Screenshots:

#2 ROLEPLAY ATM Heist Short Scenario: In the gritty, unforgiving streets of Los Santos, where danger lurks around every corner and trust is a rare commodity, an underground organization was on the brink of collapse. Its leader, weighed down by the pressure of keeping the group afloat, knew he had to take action. The future was uncertain, and without money, their operation would crumble. One restless night, plagued by thoughts of failure, he made a decision. There was no other option. He had to take matters into his own hands. He reached for his mask, slipping it on as if assuming a different identity—a shadow in the night. Grabbing the keys to his van, he set out on a mission that would determine the fate of his organization. The city lights flickered as he drove through Los Santos, his eyes scanning for the perfect targets. He circled the streets, identifying vulnerable ATMs scattered across the city. Each one was a potential lifeline, a chance to secure the funds they so desperately needed. Parking his van in front of the first ATM, he moved quickly, his hands steady as he picklocked the safe. The thrill of the heist surged through him, and within moments, the cash was in his hands. He stuffed the money into his van and moved on to the next target. With each successful robbery, his confidence grew, but so did the weight of his actions. Four more ATMs fell to his skill, and soon, his van was loaded with the cash that could keep his organization alive. Returning to the hideout, a rundown warehouse on the outskirts of the city, he stashed the money in old, forgotten boxes. The satisfaction of what he had done was mixed with a sense of inevitability. There was no turning back now. As he looked around the dimly lit space, he knew that his actions had bought them time. For now, his organization would survive. The city of Los Santos would continue to be their battleground, and he had taken the first step in securing their future, no matter the cost. Participants: Happy Organizations: VG Screenshots:

#1 ROLEPLAY Gun deal Short Scenario: aced with an urgent need for firearms, I quickly sprang into action. Without delay, I contacted my reliable dealer, knowing that time was of the essence. After some skillful negotiation, we reached a mutually beneficial agreement: a significant 50% discount if I purchased in bulk. This deal was too good to pass up, especially considering our tight budget and the pressing need to arm ourselves. Recognizing the importance of this opportunity, I set off immediately to retrieve the weapons, my mind focused on the task at hand. When I arrived at the dealer's shop, I efficiently collected the arsenal I had ordered. The weight of each firearm as I loaded it into my vehicle served as a stark reminder of the responsibility I carried. Every weapon represented not just our readiness but also our determination to secure our future. The drive back to our base was marked by a sense of urgency, the importance of the mission weighing heavily on me. As soon as I arrived, I began the process of unloading the weapons. Each one was carefully inspected and then placed in our storage, ensuring they were ready for use when needed. With the weapons secured, I turned my attention to equipping our members. Methodically, I distributed the firearms, making sure that everyone was prepared and armed for the challenges we would inevitably face. As the day came to a close, I took a moment to reflect on what we had accomplished. Our arsenal was fully stocked, and our team was equipped and ready. Though the road ahead would be difficult, we were now prepared to face whatever came our way, unified and resolute in our mission. Participants: Happy Organizations: VG Screenshots:

#9 EVENT Chicken arrest LWS: Aveyro Vagos Members: White Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: Green Screenshots:

#3 EVENT Type of Event : LuckyNade LWS: Aveyro Vagos Members: White Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: Phoenix Screenshots:

#2 EVENT Type of Event : 1v1 boxing LWS: Aveyro Vagos Members: White Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: KingBoB Screenshots:

#8 Activity Date: 27/07/2024 Vagos Members: Happy, Reacher, Pasha Amount of Vagos Members: 3 Screenshots:

#1 EVENT LWS: R|Zodiac Vagos Members: Reacher Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: [FOX]combo Screenshots:

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#7 Activity Date: 24/07/2024 Vagos Members: Happy, Pasha, Reacher Amount of Vagos Members: 3 Screenshots:

Date: 22/07/2024 Vagos Members: Happy, Pasha, White Amount of Vagos Members: 3 Screenshots:

In chaos we find our peace. Founding and Formation (2024) The Vagos Motorcycle Club (VG) was founded in the vibrant streets of Los Santos in 2024. The creation of VG was the culmination of years of shared experiences and a deep-seated passion for the biker lifestyle among its founding members. The founders, all seasoned bikers with a storied past in the criminal underworld, sought to create a brotherhood that was bound by loyalty, respect, and the thrill of the ride. The Brotherhood and Early Activities The core members of VG had a long history together, having met years earlier through various other motorcycle clubs and criminal enterprises. Their bond was forged through countless rides across the state, shared hardships, and numerous scrapes with the law. This camaraderie and trust were the foundation upon which VG was built. From the outset, the Vagos MC focused on establishing a reputation in the local biker community. They organized numerous motorcycle rallies and runs, which not only strengthened their internal bonds but also attracted new members who were drawn to their sense of unity and purpose. These events were also a platform to display their growing influence and to foster relationships with other biker clubs. Criminal Ventures and Expansion As the club's membership grew, so did their ambitions. The founders, leveraging their extensive experience in the criminal world, began to expand VG's operations. They started with protection services for local businesses, ensuring that these establishments were safe from rival gangs and other threats. This not only provided a steady income but also established VG as a formidable force in the community. The club soon ventured into more lucrative activities, including smuggling operations, drug and human trafficking. Their intimate knowledge of the local terrain and their vast network of contacts allowed them to transport illicit goods with precision and efficiency, evading law enforcement while maximizing profits. These operations significantly bolstered their financial standing and expanded their influence in the criminal underworld. Challenges and Resilience Despite their successes, VG faced numerous challenges. Law enforcement agencies were constantly on their trail, and rival gangs sought to undermine their operations. The club's resilience was tested on several occasions, particularly during crackdowns that led to the arrest of key members. However, each time, the club managed to regroup and adapt, thanks to their deep bonds and unyielding determination. Current Status Today, the Vagos Motorcycle Club stands as a testament to the power of brotherhood and the enduring spirit of the biker lifestyle. The club's journey from a small group of like-minded bikers to a powerful criminal organization is marked by loyalty, adaptability, and a relentless pursuit of their goals. Their history is a tapestry of shared experiences, from thrilling rides on the open road to strategic criminal endeavors, all underscored by a commitment to their values and each other. VG continues to thrive, driven by the same principles that guided its founders: loyalty, respect, and the unbreakable bond of brotherhood. Their legacy is one of resilience and strength, a story that continues to unfold with each passing day. Introduction The Vagos Motorcycle Club (VG) is a formidable Mexican street gang that operates under the guise of a motorcycle club. Established in 2024 by a group of seasoned bikers with a history of criminal endeavors, VG is driven by the principles of loyalty, brotherhood, and the relentless pursuit of power. Our operations are marked by strategic planning, ruthless execution, and a commitment to the biker lifestyle. Club Activities and Operations Drug Trafficking: VG is heavily involved in the distribution of narcotics, particularly cocaine. Our extensive network ensures the smooth flow of drugs from suppliers to consumers, maximizing profits while minimizing risk. Smuggling: Leveraging our expertise in covert operations, VG conducts smuggling activities, transporting illicit goods across borders and state lines. Our routes are meticulously planned to avoid detection by law enforcement. Human Trafficking: VG operates in the human trafficking trade, facilitating the transport and sale of individuals for profit. Our network is discreet and effective, ensuring high returns while avoiding the scrutiny of authorities. Protection Services: We offer protection services to local businesses and individuals, ensuring their safety from rival gangs and other threats. Our reputation for strength and reliability makes us the preferred choice for those seeking security. Community Engagement: VG engages in various community activities to maintain a positive public image and garner local support. This includes organizing charity rides, participating in local events, and providing aid to those in need. Loyalty Above All Members must show absolute loyalty to the club and its members. Betrayal or disloyalty will not be tolerated under any circumstances. Brotherhood and Respect Treat every member with respect and uphold the spirit of brotherhood. Disputes should be settled internally and peacefully. No Sport Cars As a motorcycle club, members are forbidden from driving sport cars. Our identity and pride are rooted in our bikes, and we must always represent VG on two wheels or muscle cars. Participation in Club Activities Members are required to participate in all club meetings, rides, and operations unless a valid reason is provided. Active involvement strengthens our unity and operational efficiency. Confidentiality Club business and operations must remain confidential. Sharing sensitive information with outsiders is strictly prohibited and will result in severe consequences. Obedience to Leadership Members must follow the directives of the club’s leadership without question. Respect the hierarchy and the decisions made by our leaders. Protection of the Club Members are expected to protect the club’s interests at all times. This includes defending our territory, our members, and our reputation against any threats. Support Club Allies Show solidarity and support to our allies. Collaborate with allied gangs and clubs in joint operations and defend them when necessary. No Substance Abuse While drug trafficking is part of our operations, substance abuse among members is prohibited. Stay sharp and maintain your ability to perform your duties effectively. Appearance and Representation Members must wear their colors and patches with pride. Maintain a respectable appearance that reflects well on the club. Non-Members and Associates Only full-patch members may attend club meetings and participate in certain operations. Associates and prospects must earn their place through loyalty and service. Prospect Period New recruits must undergo a prospect period where they prove their loyalty and commitment to VG. Full membership is granted based on their performance and the approval of the leadership. Club Panel: VagosMC Club Founders: Franklin & Happy Club President: Franklin Club Vice President: Happy Club Head Quarters: Franklin, Happy, Pasha Club Promotional Video: N/A Club Color: #477051 Club Helper tag: <22>Name Club Motto: In chaos we find our peace Club Foundation: 22nd of July 2024 Club Creation: 22nd of July 2024 Club Level: -1- President President is the representative of the club, his main focus is analyzing potential alliances and enemies, his main job is to deal with connections outside the club. He is the one who holds the chapel and ends a meeting, he is the one who sits at the front of the table and chooses all the ranks below him. Vice President Vice President is in charge of outside business when the President is not around, he mainly focuses on the inside of the gang by delegating, also makes sure that the whole club is prospering. Assistant of Vice President In charge of business when Vice President and President aren't around, mainly focuses on making Vice President's and President's job easier. Sergeant at Arms The Sergeant at Arms is the one that makes sure all the members are following the club rules/laws. If a member breaks a rule he is the one that carries out the punishments and makes sure they're carried out via delegation, he is also reponsible for the security of prospects, his main job is to keep them safe. The club's security known as turfing is also his job, defense and attacking tactics are initiated by him, some could say he has the hardest job in the club. Secretary Secretary is the one that is responsible for planning meetings, leads the meetings and takes notes. He also writes reports on the meetings and pretty much knows everything what's happening in the club, he is also reponsible for posting all activities he is a part of on the media archive. Enforcer Enforcer has a similiar job as Sergeant of Arms, he is the protector of the patched members of the club, he has the most experience and skill in combat, he is the one that is most skilled in any type of weapon fights. Road Captain Road Captain is responsible for roadtrips, he is the one at the front of the row with the president, leads the roadtrip, chooses the formation, speed and stops. Treasurer Treasurer has to make sure that the gang bank stays on a positive side, he is in charge of all the money-spending in the club and the properties. Knows all the details about properties. Chaplain He is the advisor for every single member in the club, he knows everything that's happening in the club, if members don't know how to solve a problem they ask the Chaplain for advice and he always knows what is the right thing to do. Member Fully patched member that has the full trust of all other members, has an official vest, and has a voice and a vote as equal as all others in meetings. Prospect Prospect is the one who is trying to earn respect and join the gang, he is wanting to be trusted and get Fully Patched, he is someone who wants to have a vote and a voice, in this state he doesn't so he obeys. -- The President -- <VG>Franklin|Prez -- Vice President -- <VG>Happy|Vice -- Assistant of Vice President -- <VG>Pasha|AVP -- Sergeant at Arms -- N/A -- Secretary -- N/A -- Treasurer -- N/A -- Enforcer -- N/A -- Road Captain -- N/A -- Chaplain -- N/A -- Patched Members -- <VG>Reacher|M <VG>White|M <VG>Shizla|M <VG>Celtics|M <VG>Cra|M <VG>Badhokage|M <VG>Hammer|M <VG>Markurez|M <VG>RaZak|M <VG>Vexy|M -- Prospect -- N/A Alliances - N/A Contacts - N/A Enemies - N/A Vagos MC - Base Vagos MC - Hangout Vagos MC - Undercover Warehouse Vagos MC - Mechanic Shop https://discord.gg/PZNstpM3FK If you wish to be a part of Vagos MC you must join our discord, where you can make an application to join us.

Address: 13 El Corona Account name: vexy Last seen: 9th june 2024 Screenshots:

Activity Number: #220 Date: 8/07/2024 Type of Activity: store robbery Screenshot(s):

Activity Number: #218 Date: 3/07/2024 Type of Activity: Store Robbery Screenshot(s):

RP number: 21 Date: 27/06/2024 Story: The base was unusually quiet that afternoon. I was in the common room, flipping through some mission reports while enjoying a rare moment of relaxation. The dim lights and the constant hum of our equipment provided a calming atmosphere, a brief respite from the chaos that usually enveloped The Secret Circle. My phone buzzed on the table, interrupting the tranquility. The caller ID displayed a familiar name: Carl, the owner of our allied Ammu-Nation gun shop. I picked up immediately. "Agent 47 here." "Agent 47, it's Carl. We've got a problem," Carl's voice was tinged with frustration. "There's a new gun shop in town undercutting my prices. It's hurting my business badly. I need your help to take care of it." I listened carefully, my mind already formulating a plan. "What do you need me to do?" "Exterminate the competition. Take out the owner, make it clear that no one messes with Ammu-Nation. In return, The Secret Circle will get a 25% discount on all purchases for life." The offer was too good to pass up. "Consider it done, Carl. I'll be there soon." I geared up and drove to Carl's shop. He greeted me with a firm handshake and a knowing look. "I've got some hardware ready for you," he said, leading me to a back room filled with weapons. I selected a reliable rifle and a few extra magazines, ensuring I was well-prepared for the task ahead. "Good luck, Agent 47. Make it clean," Carl said as I loaded up. With the weapons secured, I set off towards the rival gun shop, my mind focused on the mission. The drive through Los Santos was uneventful, but the tension in the air was palpable. This was a crucial operation, one that required precision and ruthlessness. I parked a short distance away from the target location, a nondescript building in a quiet part of town. The lack of activity around the shop suggested I had chosen the right time to strike. I approached the door, my rifle at the ready, and with a swift kick, I busted it open. The owner, a middle-aged man, looked up in shock as I stormed in. I aimed my rifle directly at him, my voice cold and commanding. "You messed with the wrong people. Apologize and hand over all the money you've made." His hands shook as he fumbled to open the cash register, stammering apologies as he shoved the money into a bag. I took the bag, the weight of the cash a satisfying reminder of the mission's success. "You should have known better," I said, my voice low. Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger, a single shot echoing through the shop. The owner crumpled to the floor, lifeless. I exited swiftly, the bag of money slung over my shoulder, and returned to my car. The drive back to the base was quick, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline. Once inside the safety of our underground garage, I secured the money and made my way to the common room. Lighting a cigarette, I dialed Carl's number. "It's done. The competition has been eliminated." Carl's voice was filled with relief. "Thank you, Agent 47. As promised, you now have a 25% discount for life at Ammu-Nation. The Secret Circle is always welcome here." I ended the call, a sense of accomplishment washing over me. In Los Santos, loyalty and power were everything, and today, we had solidified both. As I took a drag from my cigarette, I knew that The Secret Circle's influence continued to grow, one decisive action at a time. Participant(s): TSC Screenshot(s):

RP number: 20 Date: 26/06/2024 Story: It was a typical night in Los Santos, the city’s lights reflecting off the wet streets as I cruised around, the urge to make some quick cash gnawing at me. The Secret Circle always needed funds, and I had just the idea to score big. My old tow truck, parked next to my house, was about to become the centerpiece of my plan. I pulled up to my place, climbed into the tow truck, and set off into the night, my eyes scanning for the perfect target. The streets of Los Santos were bustling, but I was patient, knowing that the right opportunity would present itself. After driving for a while, I spotted it: a sleek, luxurious vehicle parked in a quiet, upscale neighborhood. The car was a tech lover’s dream, loaded with high-end electronic components that would fetch a fortune on the black market. I drove past it once, casually checking for any signs of the owner. The coast was clear. I circled back and positioned the tow truck in front of the car. With quick, practiced movements, I hooked up the car to the truck, constantly glancing around to ensure no one was watching. The operation was smooth, and within moments, I was driving away with the high-tech prize in tow. Navigating through the city, I headed to an undisclosed location known only to The Secret Circle. It was a dimly lit garage on the outskirts of town, perfect for the discreet work I had in mind. I parked the tow truck inside, unhooked the car, and began my inspection. The vehicle was a goldmine. I carefully removed the internal electronic components: the navigation system, onboard computer, premium sound system, and more. Each piece was worth a small fortune. As I worked, I imagined the hefty sum these parts would bring in, fueling our operations and lining our pockets. Once I had stripped the car of everything valuable, I closed its doors and hooked it back up to the tow truck. The final phase of the plan was to ensure the vehicle was never traced back to us. I drove to the Los Santos Ocean, choosing a secluded spot where no one would witness the disposal. Under the cover of darkness, I positioned the truck near the edge of the pier. With a final check to make sure no one was around, I released the car, watching it tumble into the water and disappear beneath the waves. The evidence was now sleeping with the fishes. I climbed back into the tow truck and sped away, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. The night had gone off without a hitch. Back at the base, I secured the valuable components, ready to sell them off to online buyers who wouldn’t ask any questions. Lighting a cigarette, I leaned back and exhaled, a sense of triumph washing over me. The Secret Circle would be pleased with the night's haul, and our operations in Los Santos would continue to thrive. In this city, opportunities were everywhere, and it was up to us to seize them, one heist at a time. Participant(s): TSC Screenshot(s):

RP number: 19 Date: 26/06/2024 Story: It was a rare quiet day at The Secret Circle's underground base. I was lounging in the common room, savoring the calm before the storm. The mission reports were stacked neatly on the table, the monitors displayed various feeds, and the hum of the base's systems provided a familiar, comforting backdrop. As I sipped my coffee, an idea sparked in my mind, a brilliant stroke of inspiration that could tip the scales in our favor for the upcoming heists. The police patrols in Los Santos were getting more intense, and their surveillance systems were a constant thorn in our side. What we needed was a way to neutralize their communication without drawing attention. I knew just the person to call: our tech hacker buddy, known in our circle as "Ghost." Grabbing my phone, I dialed Ghost's number. He picked up almost immediately. "Ghost here, what's up?" "Ghost, it's Agent 47. We have some big heists coming up, but the cops are all over Los Santos. I need a small, unnoticeable signal jammer to disrupt their communications." There was a brief pause before Ghost replied, his voice tinged with excitement. "Consider it done. Give me until tomorrow. I'll have it ready." "Perfect. Thanks, Ghost," I said, feeling a surge of anticipation. The next day, true to his word, Ghost called. "Meet me next to the cinema in Los Santos, in the alleyway. I've got your jammer." I geared up and headed to the garage, my sleek black car waiting for me. The drive to the cinema was smooth, the city's early morning light casting long shadows. I parked a few blocks away and walked to the alleyway where Ghost was waiting. "Agent 47," he greeted me with a nod, holding a small device in his hand. "This little beauty will jam any signal within a mile radius. And it's virtually undetectable." I handed him a thick stack of money, more than he had asked for. "Keep this, Ghost. Consider it a token of our appreciation and a promise of future work." He smiled, pocketing the cash. "Always a pleasure doing business with you." With the signal jammer securely tucked into my jacket, I made my way back to the car and headed towards the Los Santos Police Department. Parking a safe distance away, I watched the building, noting the patrol patterns and waiting for the right moment. Time passed slowly, but patience was key. Finally, I saw my opportunity: the entrance was clear, and the patrols had momentarily shifted away. I moved swiftly, making my way to the side of the building and up the stairs to the roof. The roof was quiet, and I quickly found a spot to install the jammer. I hid it beneath some roofing material, ensuring it blended in perfectly. With the device in place, I made my way back down, careful to avoid drawing attention. Once back on the ground, I walked calmly but briskly to my car. Sliding into the driver's seat, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. No one had seen me. I started the engine and drove back to the base, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. Back at the base, I parked the car in the garage and headed to the common room. The mission had been a success, and our heists were now one step closer to being foolproof. I lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag and allowing myself a moment of satisfaction. In The Secret Circle, victories like these were hard-earned and celebrated, no matter how small. As the smoke curled up into the dim light, I knew we were ready for whatever challenges lay ahead in Los Santos. Participant(s): TSC @rexo223 Screenshot(s):

RP number: 18 Date: 26/06/2024 Story: In the heart of The Secret Circle's underground base, I was enjoying a rare moment of relaxation. The hum of the base's systems and the soft glow of monitors provided a strangely comforting backdrop. I was just about to dive into a new book when a thought crossed my mind, breaking my tranquility. I remembered our last mission had significantly depleted our armory. We were running low on our essential firearms and ammunition. Knowing the importance of being well-armed in Los Santos, I decided to take immediate action. I reached for my phone and dialed the number for our allied gun shop, Ammu-Nation. The owner, Carl, was a trusted partner and had always given us good deals. "Carl, it's Agent 47 from The Secret Circle," I said as he picked up the call. "Agent 47, always a pleasure. What can I do for you today?" Carl's voice was warm and welcoming. "We're running low on our stock, and I need to make a significant purchase. I was hoping we could strike a deal. How about a 50% discount on a bulk order?" I proposed, confident in our longstanding relationship. There was a brief pause on the other end before Carl responded, "You drive a hard bargain, but for The Secret Circle, I'll make it happen. Come by, and we'll sort it out." "Thanks, Carl. I'll be there soon," I replied, ending the call. Grabbing a briefcase loaded with cash from the safe, I made my way to the garage. My car, sleek and black, was ready to go. I drove through the underground tunnels and onto the streets of Los Santos, the city's energy pulsing around me. The drive to Ammu-Nation was quick, and soon I pulled up outside the shop. The neon sign flickered above the door, casting a red glow on the sidewalk. I stepped out of the car, opened the trunk, and retrieved the briefcase. Inside the shop, Carl greeted me with a firm handshake. "Agent 47, good to see you. Let's get down to business." We moved to the back of the store, where Carl had already laid out a selection of firearms and ammunition. Together, we went through a list of what I needed: handguns, rifles, shotguns, and plenty of ammo. As we packed the gear, the tension of the transaction melted away, replaced by a mutual understanding of the importance of our work. Once everything was ready, I handed Carl the briefcase. He opened it, quickly counting the money before nodding in satisfaction. "Always a pleasure doing business with you." "Likewise, Carl," I replied, loading the last of the gear into my car. With the trunk now packed with weapons, I shook Carl's hand once more and headed back to the base. The drive back was uneventful, the weight of the armory in my trunk a constant reminder of the responsibility I carried. Upon arriving at the base, I drove into the garage, parking my vehicle in our designated storage area. I carefully unloaded the weapons, placing them in our secure storage. The new stock would ensure we were well-prepared for any challenges that lay ahead. As I finished, I took a moment to reflect on the importance of our alliances and the strength they brought to The Secret Circle. With the mission complete, I returned to the common room, ready to pick up my book once more. In The Secret Circle, moments of calm were fleeting, but they were always well-earned. I knew that, thanks to our efforts today, we were stronger and more secure, ready for whatever Los Santos might throw our way. Participant(s): TSC Screenshot(s):

RP number: 16 Date: 25/06/2024 Story: In the dimly lit underground base of The Secret Circle, I was lounging in the common room, sipping on a cup of coffee and catching up on some mission reports. The walls were lined with monitors displaying various feeds from our operations around Los Santos, and the hum of computers filled the air. It was a rare moment of calm in our otherwise hectic lives. Suddenly, the door to the room slid open with a soft hiss, and in walked our leader, known to us only as "The Phantom." Cloaked in a dark trench coat, his face was partially obscured by the shadow of his hood. He exuded an aura of authority and mystery that commanded respect from all of us. "Agent 47," he called out, his voice steady and commanding. I immediately straightened up, setting my coffee aside and giving him my full attention. "Yes, sir?" I responded, my heart rate quickening slightly. When The Phantom called on you, it was never for a trivial matter. "We have a crucial task at hand," he began, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. "Our new base in Los Santos is nearing completion, but we need to ensure its security. I need you to go to our allied security store, SecureTech, and gather a complete set of surveillance cameras and any other equipment necessary for our security system." I nodded, understanding the gravity of the mission. "Consider it done, sir." With a nod of approval, The Phantom handed me a list of the equipment required and turned to leave. "Be swift and discreet," he added before disappearing down the corridor. I quickly geared up, grabbing my jacket and keys, and headed to the garage. My sleek black car was waiting, its engine purring as I started it up. I navigated through the underground tunnels until I emerged onto the bustling streets of Los Santos. The drive to SecureTech was uneventful, the city's neon lights blurring past as I focused on the task at hand. Upon arriving at the store, I was greeted by Marcus, the owner, who was well-acquainted with The Secret Circle and our unique needs. "Agent 47, good to see you," Marcus said with a knowing smile. "I've got everything you need right here." He led me to the back of the store, where an assortment of high-tech surveillance cameras, motion detectors, and other security gear was neatly laid out. We quickly loaded everything into my car, ensuring it was all secure for the journey back. "Thanks, Marcus," I said, shaking his hand firmly. "We'll make sure this equipment is put to good use." "Stay safe out there," he replied, giving me a nod as I headed back to my car. The return trip to our base was smooth, the city's night traffic light at this hour. As I drove through the gates and into the underground garage, I felt a sense of accomplishment. The security of our new base was a top priority, and I was proud to play a part in ensuring it. Back inside, I carefully unloaded the equipment and stored it in our secure storage room, making sure everything was accounted for. The Phantom would be pleased with the efficiency and success of the mission. With the gear safely stored away, I headed back to the common room, my mind already shifting to the next task. In The Secret Circle, there was always another mission, another challenge. But for now, I allowed myself a brief moment of satisfaction, knowing I had contributed to the safety and security of our operations in Los Santos. Participant(s): TSC Screenshot(s):

Activity Number: #216 Date: 19/06/2024 Type of Activity: Store Robbery Screenshot(s):