*Michael begins to walk around the car, inspecting it* "Yeh, she sure is a beauty. You really know your way around cars" *Michael takes a drag from his cigarette just before the prospect comes back with their beers. He takes it in his hand and passes the other to Kevin*

*The convoy of Harley's pull into the compound. Michael see's Kevin stood by his car* *He parks up his Harley and walks over to Kevin, taking off his helmet and pulling down his bandanna* *Michael reaches Kevin and goes in for a manly hug* *He pulls away and overs Kevin a cigarette* "You want one?" Michael asks "Oi prospect! Grab us two beers!" He interrupts, shouting across the busy compound. *Meanwhile, the crates are being offloaded and taken into the warehouse for storage before they are sold or used*

"Stranded?" Michael Questions. *The sound of 10 Harley's starting in the background blocks nearly all hearing* "Well...if they want they are welcome for a 'welcome home' beer at the clubhouse. Im just on my way back from the harbor"

*Michael received this missed call halfway through their AK deal. On his way back to his bike he pulls out his phone and calls Kevin* *He awaits for him to pick up* "Hey wheels, hows it going?" He laughs

*The night of the AK pickup* "Alright lads...lets roll out" Michael shouts, kick starting his Harley and pulling up his bandanna. *The MC leaves the compound with a lead of about 10 bikes followed by a black van. Michael exits the compound leading them towards the clubs warehouse at the harbor* *They arrive and dismount from their Harley's, unclipping their helmets. Michael pulls down his bandanna from his face and takes off his old battered helmet, combing his hand through his hair* "Right, lets see if the Irish got the right order this time" He says walking into the warehouse. *Inside is a parked boat and a few IRA members taking big crates off of the boat and piling them up ready to be taken away. Michael walks over to their leader and shakes his hand firmly before turning into a hug, patting eachother of the back* "Its good to see you" Michael says. "Its good to see you too" The Irish man says in a thick Irish accent "So you want to check out the merchandise?" *Michael grabs a crowbar and levers the nailed down lid off of one of the boxes showing 4 AK's surrounded by hay. They shine upon his face and he looks at them as if they were bars of gold* "Perfect!" He says with glee in his eyes. *The club members load up the crates into the back of the van and again they set off on their way back to the club compound*

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Added various websites. Its worth having a look at these websites. They are very well done

Sounds promising. Good luck mate

By using the search function myself i can confirm that this has already been asked. Please use it next time. Its there so we dont clutter the forums with constantly asked questions about the same thing.

Just some pics to put out there

*Michael lights up a fat cigar at the bar, still awaiting a call back from Kevin* *The clubs treasurer pats Michael's shoulder. Michael turns to the chubby, hippie looking money man* "We've just got word in from the Ireland chapter, they got the AK's ready to ship over from Dublin" "Right...okay" Michael responds taking a big puff from his cigar "Usual place, usual time. Lets hope those IRA bastards dont fuck us over this time" "I'll let them know" The treasurer says. *Michael is about to walk away before he remembers something* "Oh...dont forget Tom, we've got Sam's patchover tonight. I need you at the table at 8" "Righto" Tom says before he walks off towards the club's garage. *Michael walks through the smoke layered clubhouse, passing by club members enjoying games of pool and darts* "Good work today with the Bloodhounds guys...really good work. Lets just hope they wont be stepping on our business again" Michael addresses the full clubhouse before walking out to his Harley.

I wouldnt mind helos but only for those that actually need it. For instance a police chopper i dont mind but when civies have access to a chopper, everyone just gains the money for one and before you know it everyone has a bloody heli which isnt realistic. Possibly just for fire and rescue, ambulance, police and maybe governor

Play this, it definitely makes it 10 time more awesome to read. *Michael rides towards the club house with his Sgt@Arms in tow. As they ride along they are soon joined by other members of the club, slowly filtering into a dual column of Harley's making the surrounding inner city shudder with the roaring engines of 10 Harley's* *As they get closer and closer to the club house, gunshots can be heard in the distance. Michael signals his club members with his hands. Two bikes peel off and race ahead to the club house. Once they arrive a growing battle between the rangers and their rivals, the Bloodhound MC, is happening right in front of them at the entrance of the club house* *Each of the Harley's quickly park and the members dismount their bikes pulling out various pistols and opening fire on the unsuspecting rivals. Michael pulls down his bandanna showing off a bristly grey beard* "Looks like we got unwanted company boys!" He yells "I think its about time they met Bad Company!" He says smiling. *He begins to fire upon the MC, hitting one in the shoulder. Soon, the once overpowering MC are now running for their lives, one by one getting back on their bikes. Slowly the rangers cease fire and re cooperate. Michael is approached by the chapters VP, Aidan Andrews* "Have we got any casualties?" Michael asks. "No, we're all good back here" Aidan responds. *Soon after Michael finds himself in the bar of the club house drinking a bottle of beer. He reaches for his phone and finds a text from Kevin letting him know his number. He dials Kevin but it goes to voicemail* "Hey man, just wondering if you wanted to come down for a beer, on me of course" He says chuckling "I dont know when you get out but i can send someone to pick you up, that is if you are alright on the back of a Harley" *He hangs up and downs the last of his beer* "Prospect!" He says, addressing the prospect behind the bar, raising his empty bottle "Another!"

Love it Good job

Sounds pretty good. Would help out a lot of people.

Hello all, With the rebirth of the BCR MC we are, again, in need of members for the club including some lucky few who will be able to take up executive roles. Message me for more info on joining the club.

*Michael is having a friendly chat when a prospect wearing a similar cut to Michael comes round the corner* "Michael! We've got a problem down at the club house!" He cries out. "Shit!" Michael replies "The Bloodhounds really need to get their head out of my ass!" *He turns to Kevin* "Hey Kev, sorry im gonna have to shoot but you should definitely come down to the club house for a game of pool and a beer...maybe when its not such a war zone though" He hands Kevin a piece of paper "Here's my number. Let me know if you ever need anything" *Michael begins to run down the corridor to the car park outside. He perches himself on the seat of his Harley Davidson Street Bob and ties a bandanna around the lower part of his face and clips on his Stahlhelm WW2 German helmet before turning the ignition on, kick starting the bike and driving towards the clubhouse, the engine billowing and echoing as he races off followed by his Sgt@Arms*

For those extra posts probably

I am not too sure if big ship like those will be in game. As a lone island there isnt much need to ships as such but it could be some good RP. However i am not too sure if will be something confirmed in game. Smaller boats and yachts will of course be in game.

"FBI! You riding with the big dawg now son, congratulations" He laughs as he pats his back "It's real good to see you Kevin"

*The old man is standing at the reception desk with his grey slick backed hair, wearing his cut upon his back. He notices Kevin wheeling over* "Hey...meals on wheels. What the fuck happened to you? Long time no see" He says going in for a handshake.

Im just hoping they get the Harley sounds spot on. The choppers in GTA sound like utter dog shit. They need to sound good!

*It is the night of the riot. All is going well. Jonathan is sat yet again in the overcrowded canteen.* *He is picklocking his handcuffs under the table. He finishes and nods over to the Russians* *Once he receives a nod back, he stands up heading towards an overlooking officer* *The officer smiles at Jonathan until he gets too close for comfort but he is not able to do anything before Jonathan has jammed the end of the handcuff into the officer neck spewing blood everywhere. After this initiation, inmates all over the prison begin to riot, beating up officers left and right* *The Russians burst through the corridors with Jonathan, picking up guns along the way* *After many officers down they reach the witness protection block where Adam is still sat in the room* *Jonathan enters without his comrades and confronts Adam. Adam stands up defensively and Jonathan reaches for the knife in the draw* *Jonathan runs from one end of the room and rugby tackles Adam to the floor and raises the knife to his face* "Thought you could bring me here to die....well think again!" *Jonathan prepares to lodge the knife in his face when a loud crack echos the small room. Jonathan stands up dropping the knife to the floor. He looks down to see a bleeding gunshot wound. He holds it with his hand and look up at Adam who is holding an M9 at him* *Two more shots echo around the room and Jonathan falls into a puddle of blood* *Adam leaves the room into the corridors filled with screaming, gunfire and sirens. Jonathan's body lays face first on the ground..motionless.....dead!*

*Jonathan grabs the bottle and pockets it* "Set up that meeting" He says standing up and walking towards the door. "Oh and Kevin.... Thank you mate" He says smiling "Ill be out in no time...i hope" He says leaving down the corridor towards the cell block.

"NO! This is done by me! I want my face to be the last thing he sees!" Jonathan screams. *Jonathan calms himself down* "Here's how its gonna go. I've been doing some recon and making some friends. On my mark, the prison goes into a riot. That's when i make my move to the witness protection block...before he knows it...hes got a toothbrush in his neck" "After that....i'm hoping you'd have a plan to get me out of here within all the commotion"