Not Quite a White Knight Book 5
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Chapter 20. Aztex Two Week Report
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20. Aztex Two Week Report - Our Hero returns from the Auction/Orgy with a naked guest, the tall dark and beautiful Jessica Stern. She joins them for nights of pleasant instructional sex. Later she has an overnight with Li at a club. Resha + Irene each love 30 hour Princely dates. Sin-Sin flies to Peru for unimagined sex at a wedding. Prince gives Pope grappa + whip payback. Darnel is taken, gives up a fortune, then Prince + Red get D + Doria sex w/ a shark happy meal. Bente takes naughty pics of the girls for the Patron.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Crime Workplace Sharing Wife Watching Incest Father Daughter Cousins Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Swinging Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Indian Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism Royalty
September 1 to September 14, 2008
The Crystal Aztexs had a simple command structure. Each chapter had Recruits, Soldiers, Leads/Sergeants, and Captains/Capos. At the top of each Chapter was a Chapter Boss and maybe an Underboss or Warlord. Houston was the only city with more than one chapter, they had three, including one at a university. There was also the national leader, plus national officers or specialists as needed, mostly from the Houston chapters.
On Labor Day we cut the head off the snake, getting all the national leaders and all the chapter leaders plus most of the Capos as they attended the party. In addition we got the setup crew of soldiers and leads, as well as the most enthusiastic of the new recruits and the previous year’s recruits. Most of these folks were expected back home by Thursday September 4. When they did not return or even make contact during the week their people wondered, but assumed they were just delayed with the after-party.
For the gang members who stayed home, the lack of news from LA was disturbing, 150+ gang members with automatic weapons merits national coverage even if it’s in LA.
The gang members in the anti-Meth faction of the Aztexs knew something was not according to plan. Some decided it was an opportunity and took action to reorganize priorities at a local level. Since the pro-meth factions lacked leaders, the anti-meth factions took the initiative.
Starting Friday September 5 the dogs went wild on each other. There were one-sided shootouts and other mayhem as smoldering conflicts between the leaderless pro-meth and the multiple anti-Meth factions flared. These battles did not last long, the pro-meth factions expected business as usual so their rivals took more effective actions. Once the pro-meth factions were either converted or left bleeding beyond reasoning, the remaining members returned to their pre-meth habits, ramping up cocaine, grass, pills and other markets, reclaiming their street trade. In most cases they did not have inventory or cash or a relationship with a source, so the product stores soon ran dry. In a business between greedy unreasonable people with guns based on “a what can you do for me?” with attitude, ramping up quickly meant stealing from somebody you knew (and who knew you) or partnering up with a neighboring operation who you would try to wipe out later. Sometimes it was a combination of the two.
The point is, it was a long weekend for some, a short weekend for others, and all around bad for business. The DEA’s GetHigh Price Index spiked upward from Frisco to New Orleans for the first weekend of September.
As the rumors of the Aztex collapse spread further each chapter wound up skirmishing with the neighboring gangs for their sales corners in the marketplace.
The notable exception was LA, most of the neighboring gangs of the Aztexs were stretched thin, still seeking to control the former Black Kings area, since that gang was now a memory. With summer effectively over their customer base returned to their corners looking for what they needed. A lot of junkies did not get what they needed, and they did not react well.
In LA, on Wednesday September 3 the 49 leadership spread the word that Aztex areas were NOT open for armed dispute, and when the first group (a group from the Glen Ghosts) challenged that edict I gave the 49 combat team permission to step out-of-bounds to underline the point.
When the Ghosts (including some former Aztexs) grabbed an Aztex Meth corner known as Shorty Tom’s and started doing business, 49 put up a drone to get their layout. The Ghosts were selling cocaine, meth and counterfeit oxy pills, gauged the market for each, Friday through Monday. The word spread and Meth was the winner, with Friday as the high volume night so the Ghosts declared it a meth corner and passed the word.
Drug dealers are not just one guy on a corner, solo guys get killed and their bodies ripped off. Actual sales are done by a team of 3 or 4 people plus appropriate muscle. The sales team members 1) make contact, 2) vet the buyer as harmless-with-money, 3) collect the cash, and 4) deliver the product. That way somebody is always watching and nobody holds both the product and the money. Any other system is stupid, you are dealing with crooks! At any new location the sales team is backed by at least 4 shooters nearby, to deal with the previous management who might come to talk and go away after lead poisoning - the 9 mm variety.
The Ghosts, who had no experience of common border with 49 and expected the Aztexs to roll-over, anticipated one or two cars for a drive-by the next weekend. But my guys fooled them with a long-range precision attack instead of the traditional sloppy drive-by. For starters my guys used an RPG (from Argentina junta pre-Falklands, it was close to its “must shoot at civilians” use date) to redecorate the car where the stash was kept. It was overkill to make the point. At the same moment the 49 sniper turned off the closest Ghost shooter on overwatch. Both hit within a two-second window. The two triggers were 50 yards apart. Because they were in the dark at least half a block away from their targets there was no effective return fire - the Ghosts didn’t know where to shoot back. But they knew it was long range. As expected a number of Ghost shooters jumped into a pursuit car intended to chase anybody who attacked them. This was the usual counter to the expected drive-by shooting they invited. When all the shooters were on board my guys tripped the small IED under the car’s front end, turning the street racer into front and rear junk.
The only one killed was the Ghost shooter. He had a scoped rifle with 5 notches on the stock, so the cops cleared some cases including 3 young kids wounded by his rounds. The folks in both Ghost cars all spent the weekend in hospitals, wearing handcuffs. The 17 year old guy holding the cash, who already spent 5 years behind bars, took off on his 20-year old Yamaha 650 and is probably still running. Cops rounded up the others.
It was our op, but we grabbed up some local Aztex soldiers as witnesses. After the show they went forth to spread the word of retribution. It was historically an Aztex corner and even if they weren’t going to use it, they needed to defend it.
Here is a short history lesson. For some time the Roman Legions - soldiers with a 10 year enlistment - used to lay out their camps and forts using an identical layout from Briton to the Middle East. That way when the local part-time tough-guy warriors cleverly attacked in the dark by surprise, the Roman career soldiers knew where their armor was, where their spears were stacked, and where to assemble in mass formation for the disciplined crushing counterattack. In effect it was a reverse ambush, the Romans invited the attack by their mere presence, so they did not have to chase the barbarians. Sort of like a mousetrap. Consistency in the dark meant Roman won a lot of those surprise attacks in the dark by brave barbarians.
However, this is a different age. Using the “best spot” to park their pursuit car three nights in a row one weekend as a rally point has a downside. Somebody in a Pacific Power uniform can bury a bit of explosive early Wednesday morning when the corner crew is in their cribs, sleeping with their usual squeeze toys. If it was the best parking spot one weekend, they were sure to use the same parking spot the next weekend. I call that lazy thinking.
My 49 crew did a solid job and made their point.
The cops were pissed off, they kept the Argentine RPG (left at the scene) and explosives out of the papers, saying a lucky shot hit the car’s gas tank. They did not like those weapons, but the fact was we did the job they couldn’t, there was no random shooting up innocents, and the only dead man was an aggressive bad guys. Unofficially the cops called that a public service ambush.
After the cops filled out the paperwork an anonymous source told them they were unlikely to see such weapons again, the cheap old RPG only had one shot, and a spring was busted so it didn’t work anymore. When the cops checked the weapon they found that the source was right about the spring, without the weapon being loaded CSI had not found the fault yet. Case closed, back to real police work.
Inside Aztex LA territory the more moderate majority wasted little time blowing up meth labs and grabbing some locations where the product, production inputs and weapons were stored. They temporarily renamed themselves Notexs and asked to reopen merger negotiations with 49. Many of these Notexs had children that went to the efficient, peaceful schools supervised by 49 and they appreciated the example.
As a pre-condition for discussion they ceded 49 the Seerdon Forest region, where Darnel had planned Gracie’s pain party and murder. The Seerdon was ideal for drug sales to street traffic. Eventually we opened it up with limited sales of grass and party drugs, with some of the better Notexs taking part in the joint marketing op. Tony had to sign off on all the former Aztexs we worked with, and he stayed hidden, but with his okay they had a chance to earn and spread the mellow vibe in peace.
The remaining pro-meth Aztecs got the message. They grabbed what they could but with no place to sell in their old territory they had to move fast. Without leaders they quickly splintered into “every man for himself” mode. Some of those who grabbed up significant product or supplies were captured on hidden cameras and were pursued by mysterious Asians who wanted a return on their investment with interest paid in body parts - it was the way they did business. Others with wholesale weight of inputs or product ran to other gangs they knew in LA and other cities. Those who were unlucky or under armed or without a good place to jump found holes in the desert or splashed in the conveniently located Pacific Ocean.
Tony had a list of the local Aztecs as of July. Before their demise, Blue and Crow kindly provided a list of the out-of-towners, as well as who was expected at the party in Mexico. We also had some local Aztexs who we would not ask give their friends away, but they were willing to confirm who they considered “new in LA and unwelcome.” Finally, Tony’s cameras were still working in popular places where Aztexs gathered.
With the national leadership plus the local residents and visitors list, we could start checking off names. A lot of faces were missing.
Based on what we saw and heard, it seemed that the highest ranking pro-meth Aztexs after Labor Day were Leads in Houston and Taos, and they were staying out-of-sight. A retired Lead (missing a foot) in Austin still ran the Aztex website, but he was dug in good and avoided face-to-face business of any sort.
How A Kidd Became Capo
In California, the only Aztex Lead left was a guy named Kidd Nicolet who went to high school with Tony, although they were not friends.
Eventually many of the surviving pro-meth Aztexs who escaped LA alive made their way, with what they had, to the Nicolet Greenhouse land that straddled the California-Nevada border in Inyo county.
Kidd Nicolet had survived two prior Labor Day parties, getting high and then shooting folks with the rest of the drugged up mob. Those gatherings introduced him to a lot of people. His reputation for work earned him a reputation as “dependable guy” who enjoyed the trust of several Capos in various chapters of the gang.
Because he was trusted by Aztexs in other states Kidd specialized in the transportation of money and product. He drove from state to state as ordered, delivering sealed packages on time to capos and underbosses, without complications. It was a rare ability in this crowd. Over time he was entrusted with larger and more important shipments. Most couriers are escorted by a follow car, or at least had a partner “to help watch the goods.” Cops watched for such things. But Kidd had a clean record and was trusted to travel solo. He made sure he didn’t fit any profile so the cops ignored him.
Part of the deal was his wheels, Kidd used low profile vehicles and never used the same one twice. He had access to the inventory of a used car dealer, so he could always use a different color/brand car for each trip he made. He looked, dressed and talked like a midwestern businessman, and he always had along engineering plans and artwork for new office buildings. It made him really hard to draw notice from the authorities.
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