TungstenStrike: -Send the packages to the complex we have just moved into Building 231 Old Bank distract Large apartment complex 500 room complex located on the edge of the building time to start moving out here in the next four.- Was one of the text sent from Ronald to his subordinates wanting it to sent to the building because that's where they are storing the weaponry required with various weapon ranging from Rifles, Pistols The large the one that Ron has purchased is a four room loft that is accessible via a large elevator having steel shutter windows and tungsten steel doors that are lodged in the security system monitoring the place is a Outdoor Security Camera BULLET CMOS 700 TV Lines 2 IR Array LED's Night Vision apartment complex is huge and is used for storing accessible weaponry, Ranging from Ak-47's Ar-15's Mac -10's and an HK Mp5 having legal access due to the fact that his employers and his guards have ALL the legal qualifications and requirements that come with the weapons that have been purchased, having looked into a new building that is away from one of their current weaponry wanting to level the place they have been residing in for the past year first step would be move the neighborhood population to another location with better housing they are currently staying in 3rd street South Park DownTown Los Angeles the newer place is on the Old bank District Building 384 which will be known as "The Den from now on.' That's going to be the new location for him and the community The Vehicle transporting the equipment is a 2014 GMC Sierra 1500 Denali: Quick Drive moving at 85 mph 30 minutes away from the destination and proud of it the drivers nickname is Ed 5 foot 11 and full of attitude he's one of the people Ron trust to deliver his shit depending on where it is knowing he won't get into any unnecessary trouble . Ronald ends the text sent with a grin before turning his head slightly Ohio is the place to be and the next stop for him having sent the current location of the building to Jake, Cameron and Switch sending all the room location 5 :30pm on a Monday morning with Traffic moving at a heavy pace the wind moving at 20mph and the sun setting causing a glorious backdrop Ronald offered a grin as he'd continue to cruise at 50mph heading to the new location when it comes to the The back of his car contains an Ak-47 Rifle fully loaded while he is currently wearing a casual black and white Top along with a black Dickie's Jean's pants equipped with a white Nike-Air forces trailing Memphis was fun and he'd offer a grin before humming slightly as the Mustang continues to cruise the male grins with his hands on the grenade belt which is loaded with smoke and M67 grenades along with an M84 stun grenade he'd chuckle before resting his hand in his pocket deciding to chill and relax for a change wanting too see how this all plays out. After Sending Jake , Switch and Cameron the text deciding to have a little fun knowing he's going to be there within the hour. 











MarcusBloodmist: -Cross grumbled and laid his hand down on his horn once more, he hated people.. he hated driving.. But most of all he hated fucking rush hour traffic. Drumming his fingers on the sill of the window of his baby a 1969 Shelby GT 500 he had made with his brother Ash years ago. It had been three days since leaving his home in Ohio to come visit his soon to be nephew in Las Angeles, California and now here he sat.. Waiting. He sighed and stepped down on the accelerator of the vehicle moving him forward a few feet, it was roughly five o’clock in the evening which meant he was stuck right in the middle of rush hour traffic in one of the busiest cities in the united states which of course only aggravated him more. He wasn’t used to this living mostly in the country all of his life, and since he hated people it suited him quite well. This was more than annoying, and the sun was baking his arm in the red and back double breast cut suit he wore only on occasions of serious business, of course also not forgetting the traditional Sicilian fedora to complete his attire. His tattoo covered skin burned easy even though he wasn’t very pale being mostly of Native decent. Pulling the hat off of his head he lays it in the windshield, reaching down to the left pocket of the suit and pulls up the handkerchief, wiping his brow and bald head he lays his head back against the rest, he wasn’t but probably ten minutes ETA (Estimated Time of Arrival) but ten minutes in the traffic turned into more like hours. He hated being late and he had an appointment he had to keep with Ron, but it couldn’t be helped in this situation. Reaching into the center console he pulls out his black IPhone 5c, pulling up the messaging function he types out a message. “Hey Ron, its’ Cross, I’m about ten minutes out ETA in light to no traffic, but I’m stuck here till what ever mess some fucktards caused is cleaned up, I’ve got a full loadout for you and the boys, Again I hope they are going to be there, I also picked up some of Uncle Sam’s toys, don’t worry about cost, this ones all on the house. The rest of the shipment is waiting for a drop location. Call me if you want details on what I’ve picked up I’ll give you the whole list.-


TungstenStrike: The messaging vibration goes off and Ron offered a blink of his eyebrows before his eyes raise slightly at the message with an amused grin on his facial expression, with him being so far away from the location he'd think for a moment before reaching for his phone with his right hand grasping hold of the device using his left hand using his middle and index fingertips to turn on the device which makes a small noise as he'd turn the volume up slightly and add brightness to the once dim screen, traffic is a bitch and boy does he know it it's gonna take some time maybe a half and hour away from the location as it stands due to the length of the rush hour traffic having taken the long Road Ronald begins to think for a moment before deciding to read the message and offer a nod slightly before responding with -Alright, I understand however we will be there a little late due to this fucking traffic I swear some people are shit drivers specially the women man it's getting annoying, leave it at the door the two guards will receive it and store it in the "Garage.' The guards are outside the building, you will see one that is around 6 foot 4 and another that's around 5 foot 11 James and Eric ask for one of them and I'll have either one of them intercept it for me shouldn't miss them once you come across from that side - After sending the message Ronald grinned before reaching for the digits humming slightly as he'd send the text to the guards at the -Oncoming delivery expect it. - After sending the text the male offered a slight grunt before placing his head on the desk deciding to relax and enjoy the silence...Contemplating whether or not he should get something to eat knowing everything will be taken care of. 












MarcusBloodmist: -As the traffic finally started to clear up a bit Cross re fastened his five point harness and moving over onto the shoulder he slams the shifter down into second as his foot presses in on the clutch, taking off like a bullet from a gun he flashes a cop he passes on his way by a sheepish grin and the bird laughing. His exit coming up he could hear the sirens behind him, puling off he ducks under the over pass and sits in the shadows waiting for them all the pass by, his phone bleeps signaling a message, reaching over he flips it open. Reading the text he nods and writes a quick supply. “No I want you there to accept it.. I’m sorry, I can’t trust anyone with this particular cargo. I’m five out, I’ll see you when you get here.” Shifting the car into first gear he takes off once more, pulling up to the building he waits. Reaching into the pocket on the right he pulls up a pack of Marlbro Blacks and a steel plated zippo lighter. With a sigh he taps the bottom of the carton popping one up , moving the pack up to his lips he wraps them around the filtered end of the cigarette, holding it tight he pulls the box down then flipping open the lid of the lighter he runs it along the side of his pants igniting a spark and setting the wick on fire, moving the lighter up he burns the end of the paper and ignites the tobacco taking a deep breath inhaling the carbon dioxide, then exhales breathing the smoke out through his nostrils with a chuckle as his thumb presses the send button-








TungstenStrike: "Alright, I'll come if I walk and take a short cut, hold a second and let me get out, there's a parking lot coming up shortly and I'll walk the rest of the way shouldn't take me long and I'll be there within five minutes it's easier that way due to this sections construction work, I'll be there in 10." Ronald offered a grunt, this bastard making him walk which isn't his favorite way of traveling tending to be extremely lazy and so on preferring to actually move his time he'd reach for the door with his right hand pushing it open gently with his large digits deciding to get out and casually walk down the busy and busting Los Angeles streets with his phone in hand wanting too hurry and get to the current location taking a right Ron smirked before dashing through an alley way knowing that a guard is quickly behind him, two more alleys and a right turn to go before he'd offer a grin current location wanting too see how this all turns out almost there with his guard swiftly behind him actually enjoying the walk for a change usually hating things like this because he preferred to conceal his energy for more exciting occasions he'd reach for the phone and begin texting -"Ah hold on. Almost here actually things are going to get a little fun. Just walking around the last two short cuts should be there in 10.- After sending the text he'd grunt as he'd continue to move almost arriving at his current destination with a satisfied grin on his facial expression as he'd dart around the last corner with the building almost in sight.