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  1. @Kevin you use that sawed-off to hunt caribou?
  2. Message to Kyle McKenzie 100.7 [Private Frequency]

    *Raul Presses the PTT* Something came up but our frequency is 126.3mHz. I will explain more there *Releases the PTT*
  3. Message to Kyle McKenzie 100.7 [Private Frequency]

    *Raul presses the PTT, you hear gunfire in the background* Understood *Release PTT*
  4. @Frisks For Radio was the guy.
  5. Message to Kyle McKenzie 100.7 [Private Frequency]

    *After letting out a little chuckle, Raul responds to the transmission* Unfortunately, it seems I have miss placed our medical specialist at this moment. But I know from expire that you should definitely get some rest. I believe I do have something to help with the hangover tomorrow, so see you then. *He then turns the radio off completely and falls asleep*
  6. *After waking from a nice long nap, Raul takes a swig from his water bottle. He sees Elijah walking up to him. Elijah informs Raul about the recent transmission. Raul tells Elijah that he'll respond to it. Reaching into his bag he pulls out his radio and presses the PTT* Hola my name is Raul Montoya, I do not believe that we have been formally introduced. I have been busy dealing with some business of my own. Imagine my surprise when I ran into you earlier today. I was really looking forward to meeting you in person but boy you were fast. You were much faster than me, and I spent most of my early twenties as a Coyote sneaking people into the US. Here is the thing, I've been informed that you and your boys talk a lot. I'll even agree you've earned some of it, you have apparently been busy fighting my boys. I thought that I had left things in good hands, but maybe I was wrong. *Raul takes a quick pause to take another swig from his bottle.* Seems like I will have to remind those two pendejos what happens to people who let me down. But let's get back to this whole pagans talking a lot thing. I have heard that you and your boys have been spreading false rumors about my organization. Accusing us of things like attacking people at random, burning camps, and stealing from strangers. Now I have dealt with my fair share of "Motorcycle Clubs" back before the world turned mierda. One thing that they all had in common was a sense honor, a code that each club lived by. When they had a problem they dealt with it like grown-ups. None of this running around spreading rumors mierda. Sadly those days are long gone. *He takes another quick pause* Now I had assumed that your club had some sort code, which you all lived by. I guess I was wrong because from what I have heard you have not been too respectful. That's the things about codes, they teach members about respect. Respect is something that I cherish more than apples, ask anyone who knows me I love apples. If you treat me with respect then I will treat you with the same level of respect. This is my personal code and way of doing things. *Growing a little peckish, Raul pauses to take a quick bite out of the apple in his bag.* Now you claim that my boys started this war. Yet it was my boy who was willing to take a bullet in an attempt to keep the peace, make things even. If anything my boy tried to prevent a war and how do you treat this act of selflessness? You go and start attacking my people. Then you refer to my group as "The Mexicans", but clearly you don't pay attention cause we only have one Mexican in the group, and I am from Guatemala, not Mexico. Frankly, it is really funny how ignorant you and your group have been cabrón. Instead of dealing with problems like grown-ups, your group creates lies and spreads more rumors than a teenager at a Quinceañera. I honestly could go on with this but I feel like I have wasted more than enough of my own time responding to someone who clearly has no respect and courtesy for anyone. Which is why Señor Damien, I will not accept your demands. Hasta luego, I do enjoy war. *Raul release the PTT ending the transmission.*
  7. Message to Kyle McKenzie 100.7 [Private Frequency]

    *After loading ammo into his rifle's magazine, Raul picks up his radio and presses the PTT* That will be perfect. I look forward to hearing from you. Hopefully, I can help you get your revenge. *He Release the PTT*
  8. *Raul grabs his radio and presses the PTT.* Hola my name is Raul Montoya. I was informed that you had spoken with one of my boys no to long ago. First I would like to send you my regards. If there is anything that I can do to help let me know. I can have one of my "birdies" grab supplies for you, it would be on the house. Second I would like to have a chat with you. One of my little birdies has just given me information that may pique your interests. If you hear me out you'll be another step closer to getting some payback, that is if you are interested. You can reach me at 126.3mHz, hope to talk to you soon. *Letting go of the PTT, Raul turns around gives his "birdies" their payment. Raul begins whistling the Guatemalan national anthem while picking himself some apples.*
  9. 43.7Hz [Private Frequency]

    *After hearing the transmission, Raul responds with just one word* Adios. *The transmission ends with loud static*
  10. 43.7Hz [Private Frequency]

    *Raul presses PTT, just as he is about to speak you hear laughter in the background* You are in no position to make demands. *Ends the transmission*
  11. 43.7Hz [Private Frequency]

    *Raul picks up his radio pressing the PTT and speak into it* In Pulkovo, there is a little shrine on the road at the end of a lonely-looking dirt road. We will meet in two hours, you'll get your face to face. *He ends the transmission*
  12. To Raul Montoya [Open Frequency]

    *Raul responds to Max's transmission* You will get your face to face. The messenger will provide you with the details, he will be there shortly. *He ends the transmission. Raul turns to the messenger handing them a piece of paper*
  13. To Raul Montoya [Open Frequency]

    *Holding down the PTT he begins to speak* I will send a messenger to meet with you. *He releases the PTT and signals the group to move out*
  14. To Raul Montoya [Open Frequency]

    *While looking up at the stars Raul takes one final bite out of his apple and tosses the core into a nearby stream. He then pulls the radio out of his pack. He presses down on the transmission button he lets out a quick sigh and proceeds to speak. * Señor Tani, I agree that it is pointless continuing with this little game of cat and mouse. No matter what we do, the both of us always end up losing. I understand that we may have had a somewhat rough start. Heck, I will even admit that I could have handled the whole thing differently. Despite our hostile introductions, I am willing to let bygones be bygones, but are you willing to do the same? If so, then you have my word that neither I nor my people will bring you any harm. I truly do hope that we can meet in person, greeting each other with a handshake rather than holding blades against each other's throats. *He then turns the radio off putting it back into his pack. Still having a small appetite, he reaches for another apple. After taking the first bite, he starts coughing violently. Elijah notices that Raul is choking and gives him a hard smack on the back, dislodging the tiny piece of apple stuck in Raul's throat. Raul has himself a quick laugh after realizing how ironic it would have if he had died in such a manner, choking on an apple. Tired, he sat down against an old pine tree looking up at the stars. As he falls into a deep slumber, he begins dreaming about his old life and the place he once called home. *
  15. Los Angeles de la Muerte

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