A GTA Story: Welcome to G-block!!!

Author's Note__:

- In District 10, Skills are unique abilities determined at birth and revealed to players when they turn 15, as their bodies need to grow enough to handle the strain of using them. These Skills can range from simple talents, like cooking or organizing, to highly specialized abilities, such as building houses or excelling in combat. The angels don't control the type or power of Skills people receive, leaving it entirely up to luck, making life inherently unfair.

- Some individuals are born with overpowered Skills, but these come with hurdles as the more powerful the Skill, the harder it is to control and the harsher the requirements to use it. This means that people with overpowered abilities often have to be tenacious and hardworking, dedicating immense effort just to unlock even a fraction of their potential.

- The inhabitants of District 10 are referred to as players. The Angels came up with that name and people started using it. So, I will be referring to them (sometimes) as players. 

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A couple of minutes later, the four of them were cruising through the city, music blasting as they searched for a house for Leon. They had already checked out two places, but Leon had dismissed them both, finding them too cramped. That earned complaints from Victor about how picky he was, but they were still having a good time. 'One Dance' by Drake played in the background as they joked about needing a night out at the club soon.

Their good mood was short-lived. Just after they finished viewing another house Leon disliked, a sleek black car screeched to a halt in front of them. The abrupt stop put them on high alert, instincts kicking in instantly. Even Kane, who had been texting a real estate agent about an available property, tensed as the car blocked their path. Before they could process what was happening, the driver's door flew open, and a man jumped out, gun in hand. Without hesitation, all four ducked, lowering their heads in anticipation of gunfire.

But no shots came. Instead, the man slammed his door shut, muttered something under his breath, and sped off, not even bothering to apologize for the scare. It was clear they weren't the intended targets—whoever the shooter was looking for, it wasn't them.

Leon, still gripping the seat, exchanged a glance with Victor, whose expression darkened with anger. "Oh, hell no," Leon muttered before jumping out of the car and retrieving a gun from his pocket. He quickly loaded the bullets Victor handed him and, without another word, opened fire. A hail of bullets tore into the fleeing car, and the others followed his lead, diving out of the vehicle and unloading their clips. Within seconds, the car skidded to a stop, its passengers incapacitated.

After confirming both men were hit, Leon and the others dragged their limp bodies out of the vehicle, discarding them onto the pavement like trash. As they examined the downed men, Leon noticed green flags draped around their necks and peeking from their pockets. In District 10, flags were more than just accessories—they were symbols of allegiance. Only those with criminal ties carried them.

Leon turned to his brothers, waiting for an explanation.

Kane, kneeling beside the bodies, let out a sigh of irritation. "Chamberlain," he muttered, his voice laced with disdain. "One of the most notorious gangs in the city. Got numbers and a lot of decent shooters." He paused before continuing. "Most people avoid them, so they got cocky. Think everyone's scared of them. That arrogance is why we don't sell to them."

Leon raised an eyebrow, his fingers resting on his gun. "Why'd they come for us, though?"

"I don't think they did," Victor cut in, his tone clipped. "Probably mistook our car for someone else's. But you didn't let it slide." He smirked at Leon.

"I couldn't," Leon replied, his face serious. "Been a long time since someone had the nerve to point a gun at me."

"They're just some hotheads," Kane said, eyeing the men. "They're still conscious, though. You want to take their memories?"

Perro smirked. "Can't say I like the idea of letting people who pulled a gun on me remember my face." He said, reloading his gun and aiming it at the downed individuals. 

In District 10, death wasn't permanent. When shot or stabbed, a person enters a state called being 'on their side'—conscious but paralyzed, unable to move or speak. They had 30 minutes before they bled out. Healing skills could save them, allowing them to retain their memories. But a headshot or stab to the skull resulted in being 'flat-backed'—instant unconsciousness and a guaranteed memory loss of the last hour. Even healing couldn't help them restore the memories lost. Worse, if not healed within five minutes, they'd 'see the light,' their body dissolving before respawning at the hospital—losing the last 24 hours completely.

As Leon stared at the downed individuals, he extended his hand, prompting Perro to subconsciously lower his gun. Without hesitation, Leon stepped forward, crouching beside Kane before reaching out to one of the bodies. The moment he thought of accessing the man's pockets, a red holographic panel flashed before his eyes.

"You do not have the required roles to access!!!"

Leon exhaled sharply, standing up with a look of irritation. "They took my roles..." he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. When he was in the military, he had soldier roles and could access the pockets of individuals he or his comrades had downed. That's how they made most of their money over there as anything they take from the enemy would be theirs. However, it looked like his roles had already been taken away. 

Without another word, he turned away from the bodies and walked past Victor and Perro toward the Honda. As he passed Perro, he tapped his shoulder and muttered, "Do it!" His voice got deeper, leaving no choice for refusal. 

Hearing the order, Perro didn't hesitate. He lifted his pistol .50 and fired two precise shots—one into each man's head. The moment the bullets struck, the individuals went limp, instantly flat-backed.

Getting up, Kane exhaled through his nose, shaking his head in annoyance before stepping over to Victor. "We need gang roles," he stated, his tone firm. He had also tried getting into one of their pockets and received the same message. 

Victor nodded in agreement as he felt the same way. Then, he glanced at Perro and remarked with a slight smile on his face, "Charismatic, huh?" He said, clearly referring to Leon.

Hearing that, Perro let out a dry chuckle as he looked at his arms. "My body stopped and moved on its own when he gave the order," he admitted, reflecting on what just happened. "Is his Skill related to leadership or something?" He asked, still surprised by how compliant he was.

Hearing the question, Victor shook his head, crossing his arms. "It's not even close to that. However, I noticed something while talking to him earlier in the morning. The air around him has changed and has become more authoritative. Even though he's trying hard to hide it, I guess y'all felt it too." 

Kane sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes, I know. He must've suffered a lot during the past five years." 

At those words, the group fell silent. Victor didn't respond, unwilling to bring up the past as he didn't want to get sad, while Perro simply didn't know what they were talking about. Although he has been hanging out with these two for more than a year, he barely heard them talk about Leon. So, he didn't know anything about the latter. 

As they stood there in awkward silence, a sharp honk from the Honda cut through the moment, snapping them back to reality. Leon was already behind the wheel, waiting impatiently.

Victor and Kane exchanged a glance before heading toward the car, Perro following behind them. They needed to leave as someone who saw the scene was bound to call law enforcement and they didn't want to get involved with them.

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Since they weren't in a good mood after what just happened with Chamberlain, Leon decided to put on some chill songs on the aux to lighten the mood and it worked. By the time they drove around two to three blocks, they all started singing the songs with Leon and Victor clowning Perro for being a bad singer. 

Still, as District 10 is a haven for criminals, even if they were not involved in a shootout, multiple other individuals will and they happened to stumble upon one as they drove past Red Garage (the biggest public garage in the city). It was a shootout involving law enforcement and another group. Hearing the gunshots, Leon slowed the car down and slowly made his way toward the sound of the gunshot. Since they had a way to protect themselves, they weren't afraid of getting involved as they were simply bystanders in this situation. As they got a closer look at who the police were shooting at, they all sighed in annoyance at the same time. 

"It's Chamberlain again," Perro said, his tone almost exasperated. He was getting tired of seeing them as nothing good ever happened when their two groups saw each other, even in the past before Leon came back to the city their two groups always conflicted when they saw each other. 

Just as the four of them began processing the situation, one of the Chamberlain members dropped the last officer in a hail of gunfire. Then, as if sensing their presence, the man turned toward their car, a smirk spreading across his face. He fired two bullets in their general direction, not close enough to hit, but enough to make a statement.

The Chamberlain member laughed and strutted back to his car, where two women were waiting. His smugness was undeniable, and it was clear he'd done it purely to show off for his passengers.

Leon looked surprised as he looked at his brothers. "Did he just do what I think he did?" He asked. 

"He's playing games," Victor said, his voice filled with irritation. "They would do anything to impress some b*tches..." He added, prompting Kane to shake his head. 

"Don't lose them." He said, tapping Leon on his shoulder. 

Then, he didn't hesitate. As the Chamberlain member drove off, they tailed him from a short distance. It didn't take long for the car to pull into a gas station. The four of them parked a few spaces away, stepping out with deliberate slowness, trying to look as intimidating as possible.

As they approached the man, Leon was the first to speak. "What's the word?" He asked, the threat evident in his tone of voice. 

The man looked them up and down, a sly grin on his face. Without answering, he immediately reached for his radio, shouting out his location to his crew. His other hand moved in the air, summoning a gun.

It was his last mistake. Before his weapon could fully materialize, four bullets struck his head from four different directions. Each of them had fired simultaneously, their precision deadly.

The man collapsed instantly, being flat-backed before he hit the ground. The two ladies hopped out of the car and made sure they were as far as possible. However, since Leon and the others didn't see flags on them, they didn't even look their way as they immediately ran back to their car, hoping no other Chamberlain member would show as the guy they just shot had radioed something.

Still, the more you wish for something not to happen, the more likely it is to happen. So, as they pulled out of the gas station, they saw three cars pulling, making all of them sigh and laugh before Leon sped off on them, weaving through traffic and taking sharp turns in an attempt to lose them. The city's streets became a blur as they sped past three, or four blocks, zigzagging through intersections and alleyways. Perro leaned out of his window, keeping an eye on the pursuers.

"One of them is sticking to us like glue," Perro commented, his tone tinged with concern. "I think it might be Kev."

Leon glanced at Perro, frowning. "Who that?"

"Best driver in the city. Man's won so many races that no one even wants to compete with him anymore. He retired because people kept backing out of races after learning he was participating." Explained Perro as he looked back again, making sure they were still getting followed. 

Hearing what Perro said, Victor reloaded his gun as he spoke. "Stop the V, I'm hoping out." He said, leaning forward from the back seat, his tone sharp.

"Hold on," Leon replied, gripping the wheel tightly. He steered the car onto the grassy area just past the roundabout and slammed on the brakes.

As soon as the car stopped, Kane and Victor jumped out. Kane didn't hesitate, raising his gun and firing a single, precise shot. The bullet struck Kev square in the forehead, sending him sprawling back in his seat. His car veered off uncontrollably before coming to a stop. The passenger in Kev's car barely had time to react before Victor put three bullets into him, taking him down.

Meanwhile, Leon and Perro flanked the front as the remaining two Chamberlain cars screeched to a halt about 30 meters away. Taken by surprise, the occupants of both vehicles scrambled to respond. Leon and Perro aimed and fired, each dropping one of the enemies before the remaining three managed to dive behind their cars for cover.

Kane didn't miss his opportunity. From a distance, he head-tapped one of the Chamberlain members before he could take cover, reducing their numbers to two. Leon observed that the enemies were armed with SNS pistols. Those pistols had a short range of 20 meters, making them useless right now as they were a little bit over their range. 

"Fall back a bit," Leon instructed Kane and Victor. "Stay out of their effective range and keep applying pressure. We'll push up." He finished before moving up with Peroo. 

The two then split up, flanking from both sides. Kane and Victor positioned further back and provided cover fire. The Chamberlain member on Perro's side made the mistake of peeking to assess the situation. Perro and Victor lit him up, hitting him multiple times in the shoulder and chest. He collapsed instantly.

The last remaining Chamberlain member, realizing he had no way out, decided to go out fighting. He left his cover, gun blazing, aiming directly at Leon and Kane. But the two brothers were too quick. Kane fired two shots, hitting him in the head, while Leon landed one headshot and two chest shots. The man fell, lifeless, before he could get a single accurate shot off.

As the dust settled, Leon whistled and turned to Kane. "You're a demon," he said, referring to Kane's deadly accuracy.

Kane smiled modestly. "You all did your thing too."

Leon glanced down at his gun, shaking his head. "I need an automatic or a switch. I'm a body-shot demon—I don't go for heads."

Perro, curious, asked why.

Leon shrugged. "Can't say too much, but when I was learning to shoot, some people's reflexes were so fast, aiming for the head wasn't worth it. Hitting a bigger area just made sense."

Kane nodded, thinking about a few individuals he knew who could dodge headshots.

Victor interrupted their conversation, his voice urgent. "That's cool and all, but we need to go. We just had a shootout in the middle of the street, stopped traffic, and sent people running. Someone's called the cops."

Coming back to their senses, the group quickly ensured all the Chamberlain members were flat-backed before piling back into their car. Leon floored it, leaving the chaos behind as sirens began to wail in the distance.

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After the intense shootout with the Chamberlain gang, the mood in the car shifted. Adrenaline faded, leaving behind a sense of fatigue mixed with boredom. They continued driving around, but Leon couldn't seem to find a house that caught his eye.

"You're way too picky, bro," Victor complained, leaning back in his seat. "We've been looking for hours, and you haven't liked a single place."

Leon chuckled, his voice light. "A man's gotta have standards, Vic. Can't just live anywhere."

Victor rolled his eyes, but a small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. Perro, ever the joker, chimed in from the backseat. "Man's out here acting like he's picking out a mansion or something."

"Maybe I am," Leon shot back, grinning.

A few minutes later, Leon pulled into Victor's driveway, following the GPS directions to his house. The black Honda Accord rolled to a stop, and the four of them hopped out, stretching as they walked toward the front door.

Victor's house was modern and spacious, with sleek lines and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. It was one of two houses in the neighborhood owned by the brothers, Kane's being right next door. The group stepped inside, the air immediately filled with the familiar comfort of home.

"Well, since you can't make up your mind about a house, guess we'll chill here for the rest of the day," Victor said, tossing his car keys onto the counter.

"Fine by me," Leon replied, already making himself at home on the couch.

Since it was a Sunday afternoon, there wasn't much happening outside, so they decided to settle in. They ordered food from one of their favorite spots—a mix of pizza, wings, and burgers—and blasted music through the house's speakers while waiting for it to arrive.

As night gradually fell, the group began to wind down. They scattered to their respective homes, each of them exhausted but satisfied with how the day had gone. Leon returned to his hotel, the quiet of the room a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of Victor's house.

After taking a quick bath, Leon collapsed onto the bed, letting out a contented sigh. It had been an animated day, full of highs and lows, but as he drifted off to sleep, a small smile played on his lips. He was back with his brothers, and for now, that was all that mattered.