Chapter 1:
[Tyron]: After five years in hiding, it was time to stay still. The name's Tyron. I'm the narrator yo. Give it credits, I'ma also be the main character of this entreprise.
Saw this piece of art in a museum, CJ's Last Supper. Poor CJ. At least he got some good food yo.
[Jakobo]: Who are you talking to, Tyron? Keep on working, you lazy tsotsi!
Jakobo's from South Africa. He moved to Simtropolis when he was 16, all alone. He's 46 now and a professional landscaper when he's not working at ST's International Airport's Cargo facility with me and my goons. The lad's impressively tall, in his 7'2'' height. I'm just the average black guy, only 6'3''. I work out, try to get in shape, getting ready to get busted by the STPD anytime soon. They've been following me lately, guess they got a crush on me or something.
[sidney]: You still thinkin' you bein' chased by cops, mang?
That's Sid. He looks black, but he's actually Indian. Speaking of scam, he blackmailed my boss to get this job with me. Apparently he caught her doing some lewd things in her office. Anyways, the lad is funny, quite famous around town, got an engineering background, despite his looks. That makes him some kind of genius, I don't know. Well at least compared to me, I'm a useless slacker.
Simtropolis International Airport Cargo Facilities
It's not that big of an airport, but it gets its amount of freight. My job's to manage container transports and such from aircrafts to the ground level for inspection, if it's an international flight. We were getting this one freight from a Boeing 767. Some men in black with a funny accent came on the grounds and started oversee the unloading. What the...
[Tyron]: Hey, who are you lads?
[Carl]: Hey Tyron, what's up, comrade?
[Tyron]: Oh damn, it's you Carl, should've called, bro? How's it going?
[Carl]: Ah, you know the drill, the STPD's looking for any cargo that's for Don Thamus.
[Tyron]: Oh wow, that Italian mafiosi is still alive?
[Carl]: Well of course, but rumor has it there might be a coup d'état in the Thamus crime family... Zacharias, the number 2, is already foreshadowing it...
[Tyron]: And who's gonna become the new Godfather?
[Carl]: Nothing sure yet, but could be Emir Ates. He got some serious stuff planned, arms, stuff like that. The PD has been looking for him for weeks.
[Tyron]: Ah, I see, well, what are they transporting?
[Carl]: Can't tell, but-
We were near that white van, and the SUVs. Lovely day though, before I saw this uh, woman, I think, coming right towards us.
[Meg]: Quit the little chat, Officer Sourmilk. Who's that with you- Oh good Lord Jesus! Blasphemy! How dare you!??
[Tyron]: Say what now?
[Meg]: Your T-Shirt! It's unnaceptable! I'm highly offended. What do you think you're doing? Using the Lord's name as if it was yours!
[Tyron]: Well I could've been some brownie, y'know, I met one in jail with Jesus as first name... That funny Mexican lad.
[Meg]: Not one more word or I'll arrest you right now!
[Tyron]: Wha-?
[Meg]: Ok, I'm taking you in.
[Carl]: Meg, relax, it's just Tyron... He's like that.
[Meg]: I don't care, Carl! Stop waving your pistol, by the way! That kills people, Carl...
[Tyron]: Ha! Fail Carl.
[Meg]: You're the failure, uh, Tyron! You're just a degenerate human being!
[Tyron]: Oh, shut up Meg!
Aaaaaand that's how I got arrested. More will follow, nuckas.
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