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Redmont Motorcycle Club is a motorcycle club that indirectly engages in illegal activities, they are notorious for their brutality, having been responsible for numerous criminal cases, and are well-known throughout around the Blueberry, Red County. Members of the Redmont Motorcycle Club have also killed quite a few people who competed with the club, defending everything for the sake of the club. The Redmont Motorcycle Club is also identified as a “one-percenter” motorcycle club, meaning they operate outside of societal rules and norms. The Redmont Motorcycle Club is also notorious for crimes such as drug trafficking, illegal firearms trafficking, homicide, and blackmail. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Around the 1990s, a group of middle-aged men decided to open an automotive business, a simple repair shop designed specifically for motorcycles, most of which were equipped with loud engines. They launched the business after being laid off from their main jobs five years earlier as mechanics at what was then a fairly large automotive company. They were fired for using illegal drugs, the side effects of which had disrupted several of the company’s projects at the time. With their dismissal, they had to let go of the most valuable things in their lives, their families, their money, and their reputations. After completing rehabilitation, the men who had been fired from the company reunited and began planning a business venture. At that time, this group of middle-aged men set aside half of their assets to establish a modest automotive business. They were mechanics who specialized in motorcycles with large engines or those capable of producing a loud roar. Even so, they continued to service a variety of vehicles for every customer. Initially, things didn’t go very smoothly financially, as intense business competition made it difficult for them to grow their business. However, they took various steps to keep their finances on track. That’s how Red Bones Garage came to be. They remained consistent for the next ten years. Even so, consistency alone doesn’t always guarantee a business will run smoothly without a solid understanding of marketing. Some of them even worked two shifts a day just to make ends meet and cover their expenses. Due to the stress, they even resorted to taking illegal drugs to relieve their anxiety. They also accumulated significant debt, so debt collectors frequently visited them to collect on those debts. They took on these debts illegally, which allowed them to cover some of their financial difficulties. Because it was illegal, heated arguments with the debt collectors were common, often escalating to physical altercations. Eventually, an incident occurred in which they accidentally killed one of the debt collectors. That day, one of them, Austin Barney, shot one of the eleven debt collectors with a pistol. The other debt collectors found out about this and retaliated, leading to chaos. They killed all the debt collectors, but one of their own was also killed, Jorge Nicholson. Realizing they were in grave danger, they fled from Oakland to Los Santos that very day after disposing of the debt collector’s body. Learning that Elliot Peterson had once lived in Los Santos, they all moved into Elliot Peterson’s former home, which had long been abandoned by his siblings. Realizing this, they were initially at a loss as to how they would continue their automotive business. Eventually, they decided to simply work until some of them could afford their own homes. Not long after that incident, Knowing that the debt collectors were a criminal organization also operating in Los Santos, they remained constantly on guard. Facing significant pressure from criminal organizations in their vicinity, they eventually formed a motorcycle club, since they were bikers who rode loud motorcycles themselves. They named the club the Redmont Motorcycle Club. They recruited people who were often caught up in the schemes and pressure of these criminal organizations, in order to protect them all. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Around 2005, the members of the Redmont motorcycle club decided to reopen a repair shop they hadn’t operated in a long time. They took this step after a series of events that had left them in a difficult situation, but little by little, they managed to resolve some of the issues that had been hindering the club’s activities. With an environment and location perfectly suited for running a repair shop, this allowed them to generate substantial profits. As a result, they continued to consistently operate their business. Although conflicts often arose with other clubs or even with criminal groups commonly referred to as gangs, thanks to their unwavering perseverance, they always handled these situations very well. However, even so, they were certainly not spared from tragedies that left them feeling deeply depressed. On that day, the Redmont Motorcycle Club was in the heat of a feud with a gang based around Blueberry. It was inevitable that they would kill each other, and their actions always led to riots. It even got to the point where the daughter of Austin Barney’s ex-girlfriend was taken hostage by their rivals. Ultimately, Austin Barney’s daughter met a gruesome end, murdered by that gang. Eventually, the intense conflict came to an end when the police began hunting down the gang members one by one, causing the gang to scatter and never return to the Blueberry area. Given that the Redmont Motorcycle Club wasn’t even fully structured, after they started their business and clashed with several other gangs, this prompted them to establish a structured hierarchy, defining who was qualified and suitable to fill each position. In fact, the Redmont Motorcycle Club was formed solely to protect people being hunted by a criminal group, but day by day they also needed to establish a rank system that would make Redmont more structured. Eventually, Arthur Robertson was appointed as club president and Austin Barney as vice president. They assumed that this decision would lead them down a better and more profitable path, but it turned out to be completely wrong. There were quite a few problems with Arthur Robertson’s leadership. Even though Austin Barney served as vice president, Arthur Robertson was extremely selfish and cared only about his own decisions and opinions. In fact, Arthur Robertson was once caught embezzling revenue from the repair shop that was supposed to be distributed equally among club members. Noticing something was amiss when they received very little money despite the shop’s business running smoothly, Austin Barney and Elliot Peterson, who served as Sergeant at Arms at the time, suspected Arthur Robertson was behind it. Sure enough, Arthur Robertson had been pocketing the majority of the garage’s profits. Austin Barney discovered this when Arthur Robertson accidentally left behind an original financial record. Eventually, Austin Barney and Elliot Peterson secretly recruited seven other members to catch Arthur Robertson in the act and set a trap for him. Things didn’t always go smoothly, many members even fully supported Arthur Robertson, but they managed to kill them all in secret. Finally, the nine of them trapped Arthur Robertson and succeeded in killing him while he was drunk at the time. After the tragedy had ended, they restructured the hierarchy, which had been discussed again at the meeting table, and did so democratically. This resulted in Austin Barney becoming the new club president and Elliot Peterson the vice president. Of course, they also assigned appropriate roles to the remaining seven people who had killed Arthur Robertson at that time. Subsequently, the nine of them came to be known as the “9 Apostles,” defined as the people who rebuilt the club and led it to glory. In addition to restructuring the club to be more organized and systematic, they also expanded into other ventures. These ventures were conducted through shady means but certainly generated a great deal of money, which was used to support the club’s needs. The business in question was a cargo operation; they set it up with great care and employed a well-thought-out strategy to avoid arousing police suspicion. They established both legal and illegal cargo operations. Unlike the legal operations, the illegal ones didn’t involve long-distance transport from city to city; instead, they conducted transactions discreetly within a cargo facility. Since they collaborated with experts in weapons manufacturing and drug warehouses, they inevitably sold firearms and drugs illegally to the public. However, they don’t do this openly; they even have a special code used when someone wants to conduct such an illegal transaction with the club. Although they are often caught, leading to the arrest of club members, this cycle continues, they sell, get caught, and repeat the things. Credits: Story Maker @Barney Evan Media & Creative @Barney Evan & @Ka Ka All Members of Redmont Motorcycle Club

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SOUTH LOS SANTOS — INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT Population: Declining Major Industry: Warehousing & Manufacturing Job Stability: Unstable Street Reputation: Working-Class Neighborhood Bridgeport has always been an unpopular area in Los Santos. While the rest of the city was growing and expanding with buildings and projects, Bridgeport became deserted. Once active industries that used to supply people with homes and jobs were abandoned; all that remained was rusty warehouses, empty docks, idle railway, and jobless citizens. Freight trains never came to rusted docks in the early morning. Street lights were shining upon vacant lots. Workshops have remained empty for years. And at dusk, the streets belonged only to those who had some business here. Bridgeport has always been a working-class neighborhood. While fathers spent years in the steel mills, freight depots, repair garages, and shipping docks, mothers did their best to support their families. It has never been a rich neighborhood. But it has always been a place of pride of hard-working people who relied upon mutual trust. The neighborhood moved to the rhythmic sound of factory whistles. Workers would be on the streets at dawn, with one hand full of lunch pails and the other with cigarettes, walking to warehouses, mills, and docks before anyone else in Los Santos could open their eyes. Garages were bustling from morning till evening, and freight trains would go through Bridgeport loaded with all kinds of cargo – steel, wood, machinery and whatever else was needed to keep the city alive. Those were daily routines that children witnessed since birth. They would learn to change a tire before learning to drive. Their afternoons were spent playing football among warehouses, riding the abandoned freight cars, or waiting outside the repair shops until their fathers ended yet another shift. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was home, and for the people living there, it was more than enough. Those days, people would not lock their doors out of fear of their neighbors. Everyone knew everyone by face, even if they didn’t know it by name. Whenever someone’s truck broke down, another set of hands would come along shortly. And if a family was having trouble feeding itself, another family from the area found a way to help out. This was a place that was built by people, not by money. Until the day the faith was broken. Until the day when everything changed. With the loss of industrial work, unemployment became a part of everyone’s lives. Businesses closed down, homes became abandoned and neighborhoods became dilapidated. The future looked bleak compared to the crumbling walls and rusty windows all around them. The decay was gradual, but there were enough warnings. One factory laid off workers; another shut down. Another business closed its doors after becoming irrelevant for the area and for the city as a whole. Less freight trains went through the town; loading docks lay empty; decades-old businesses became deserted. And those who could move away moved out looking for better fortune elsewhere. Those who stayed behind had to adjust. They got temporary work, took whatever work they could get, and others merely struggled to get through another week on the very streets where they had grown up. Bridgeport was not wiped out by any one incident. It fell into disrepair gradually, as the din of machinery was silenced, the busy streets grew vacant and buildings that stood as symbols of opportunities turned into symbols of loss. — ABANDONED FACTORY Abandoned warehouse, train tracks, forklifts, shipping containers. One of the young men from that group was Dean Crowther. Dean knew he could never save Bridgeport. Like everyone else, he survived as best he could. Each closing factory, leaving family and vanishing friend drove home the same message—no one was going to come and fix things. For the few left behind, it did not take too long to see that no promises made to them by outsiders ever held out. Trust could only be earned through action. The street became their meeting point. It is not as if they were looking for a fight, but it seemed like they had no choice left. Afternoons stretched into late evenings as they hung out in the garage, the liquor store, and at the deserted loading docks discussing things until darkness fell. Their friendship was made by habit and not coincidence as similar faces would appear everyday sharing similar frustrations, laughing at the same jokes, and learning each other without exchanging many words. Where there are a lot of comings and goings, people who stay end up growing closer. They watched each other grow up and struggled side by side during tough times as they learned that being loyal was not about making claims but about having been next to each other for many years. While wasting many evenings in the garage, the liquor store, and deserted workshop, Dean managed to meet Gavin Renshaw and some other kids from his neighborhood. None of them belonged to well-off families nor had distinguished last names. This was not about ambitions. This was about survival. No one ever gave us a future. We created our own future with those who never left. LIQUOR STORE — Growing up, their style was naturally influenced by the original working-class subculture, not because of politics, but simply because of their environment. Boots lasted longer in the factory environment than sneakers ever would. Bomber jackets kept them warm during those cold mornings and late nights at the warehouses. Shaved heads became practical well before they became stereotypical. Their appearance was never meant to scare anyone—it just illustrated their background—coming from a working class neighborhood that would never be defined like its factories were. Finally, introductions would become a thing of the past. The boots, braces, bombers, and faces of those who were already there already gave the people of Bridgeport all the information they needed. A small group of neighbors turned into one of the most recognizable gangs within the district. The loyalty they showed proved stronger than that promised by employers, politicians, or those who had already moved away from Bridgeport. In Bridgeport, respect was never bought with money or status. Respect had to be earned. BRIDGEPORT — PAST AND PRESENT Past Present Factory shifts Abandoned factories Reliable employment Temporary employment Working families Struggling families Community spirit Economic depression Ultimately, however, it was Dean Crowther who everyone turned to as the natural leader. No one elected him. No one designated him. They respected him because he was dependable, stood by his buddies, and refused to desert Bridgeport when so many others had done so. South Los Santos identified by face, not name. Some considered Bridgeport Row nothing but yet another neighborhood youth group unwilling to leave behind the streets from which they came. Some only recognized the familiar faces who were always there, even after long winters and deserted factories. No one asked them to serve as ambassadors for Bridgeport. They simply would not allow Bridgeport to vanish. The factories built Brideport. The loyalty kept it going.

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