Before: Gustavo lived a poor childhood in a crowded hut deep in the slums of Cartegena. As many other young boys have done and will continue to do when faced with miserable poverty, he fell in with a gang. Starting low on the totem in the Medelin Cartel, he made a name for himself by being a discrete thief. His patron noticed he had a penchant for subterfuge and put him to work smuggling drugs in and out of the country.
He did well for himself and worked his way up the ranks. He met a wealthy russian girl by the name of Ruslana Petrovic, she was wild spirited and loved the coca powder, daughter of a russian caviar mogul's tend to be this way. That knowledge set Gustavo's mind to scheming a way to set up a pipeline between his cartel and the russian club scene. Being the suavecito that he is Gustavo charmed the girl and in no time at all was accompanying her on her private jet to her home country. He had to get a look at these clubs from the inside and figure out how much he could really move through them.
As they came down through the clouds the radio crackled to life and they recieved a disconcerting message from the ATC at Pulkovo Airport. The obviously shaken man was claiming that there was a crowd of deranged people trying to break down the doors and gain access to the tower. From his seat Gustavo could see the pilots muttering in low tones to each other. He checked on Ruslana, she had been passed out since the brief refueling stop in Bruges. Her seemingly endless energy sapped by the ornate bottle of Colombian rum she had been sneaking swigs from during the long transatlantic flight. As the plane banked over the airport Gustavo could see flames erupting from the terminal and people sprinting too and fro on the tarmac. He heard the pilot curse loudly in russian and his view was cut short as the pilot pulled up hard.
The next hour was spent attempting to hail anyone on the ground while the plane circled. Ruslana was waking up now and demanded to know why they weren't on the ground getting whisked into a limousine by her fathers security detail. The pilot reassured her that nothing was out of the ordinary in their own language but Gustavo could tell that neither of them was buying it. Soon the pilots were openly bickering with each other, Gustavo could surmise that it was due to the limited supply of fuel and the two men were deciding where safest to head the plane.
Gustavo decided to calm Ruslana down and then head to the bathroom where he could check out the news on his laptop. He sat with her for a moment as she was getting hysterical now, after a moment he realized he wasn't making any headway, patted her head and headed toward the lavatory. As he walked along the corridor a sudden updraft gripped the plane and sent Gustavo crashing into the ceiling. When he came to he could see water rushing into a car sized breach in the fuselage.. he felt numb as the icy water crept up to his chest. He looked for Ruslana but she was nowhere to be seen. Trying to stand again Gustavo staggered and fell. Surely this was the end...
After groundfall: No such luck, Gustavo staggered his way into a crowded street. Amidst the chaos of downtown Chernogorsk he ran headlong into a trio. Jack Mason (leader) A man known simply as Tech (2nd in command) these two soldiers served together in the CDF and know each other well, Gustavo read the dynamic and surmised thatTech looks up to Jack. Gustavo thought these men seemed pretty solid. The third man... Marshall Mason Germaine, right off the rip Chicote had him clocked for a fed. The two trusted each other like a mother hen trusts her eggs to a starving snake. The two soldiers urged Gustavo into a car with them and this Marshall. Having nothing to lose at this juncture in life Goose decided that guys with a car probably had somewhere to be and joined them gladly.
Mason talked a bit of shit but fuck him he’s not so damn good. Upon arrival into the north things began to take shape. Working together with these men was much easier than trying to survive alone.A man by the name of Kenneth tried to make himself an obstacle. Kenneth being the older man and a soldier picked a fight with Gustavo. Gustavo smiled and accepted the challenge. It’s not important who won that petty scuffle, tracking a few months from now when they ask where the idea for the big arena came from... goose might just credit Kenneth with the whole thing.
Days bled together and this newly formed band of brothers toiled furiously to establish a safe haven. As the group migrated south they came upon a priest who would tentatively see to their spiritual needs. The groups identity further came into focus at this point... Gustavo really liked the sound of becoming a trade hub. His uncle ran a bar in Cartagena and there was talk of setting one up here, worlds away. Lots of things planned with his new amigos, plenty to look forward to. Gustavo decided it was time to bring people together and why not make a tidy profit while we’re at it.