DOWNTOWN LA
12:30 A.M
ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
Two black vans and a black Hummer pulled through the open doors of the dilapidated warehouse.Several men inside turned as the vehicles pulled up,their vehicle's were parked on the opposite side of the building.Two El Caminos and a white chevy.There were eight men,seven of them wore hoodies or jackets along with jeans.A few had on beanies and one a Lakers flat bill.The seventh however wore a black duster and dark clothes.He was bald with a van dyke beard.
The newly arrived vehicles parked,the men all stepped out,there were ten of them.All dressed casually,yet they all looked dangerous,all of them had tattoos and were armed with MPK 5's,they were all Hispanic as well.One of them stepped forward.His name was Luiz Panya'.He wore an old army jacket and jeans,he had a buz cut with lines cut in it,he had a dangerous face.
He spoke,"You are John."
"I am.You Luiz?You have our grass?"John asked.
Luiz nodded to one of his men,he walked to the back of a van and retrieved a duffle bag.
He handed it to Luiz who shouldered his gun and unzipped it.It was loaded with bags of marijuana.
"You have the money?"Luiz inquired.
John nodded,holding up a backpack and unzipped it,it was loaded with cash,appearing that it might burst it was so full.
John took a step forward when a loud gunshot rang out.John fell dead,a bullet hole between his eyes.Everyone looked up.A man with a skii mask was in the rafters holding a smoking pistol.Johns men all pulled out Glocks and began unloading on the man,he screamed and fell from the rafters.Riddled in bullet wounds.
"Its a setup!"Yelled one of Johns men.They began firing on Luiz's me.Two of whom fell dead.
Luiz and his men covered behind their vehicles and returned fire with their MPK's.Three of Johns men fell dead.
"Get the money!"Yelled a man,one of the leapt toward the money.Luiz raised up and opened fire,killing the man.Another of his men fell dead.
One of Johns men pulled opened the large back door to the warehouse.Just as he opened it he was hit and hit the floor.Muzzle flashes and gunfire lit up the dark quiet warehouse.Johns men scrambled into their cars and began backing toward the large door.Firing out their windows as they did.Luiz and his crew continued blazing away at them.Soon they had backed out of the door and went streaking down the dark desolate road.Back in the warehouse more gunfire broke out from above.Luiz and his men looked up to the rafters,more men like the first were above them armed with AK-47's,blasting away at them.Another of his men fell dead.
"El es Baja Norte!Baja Norte!"One called.
Luiz snatched up the weed bag and tossed it to one of his men,and then scrambled for the money.
He snatched it up and rushed back to the hummer,firing up as he did.
They all fired up their vehicle engines and went screeching out of the warehouse down the street.
In the distance approaching sirens could be heard.
The next afternoon Carlos Castillo sat in his office desk as Luiz headed out the door.Having explained the events of the night before.
Baja Norte was a rival drug cartel,a rival that had been giving him much headache lately.
Something had to be done about them.Sooner rather than later.He picked up his desk phone and dialed a number on a notepad on his desk.
