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The Meaning of P.L.U.C.K.
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Well for starters PLUCK has a very unique yet weird name and meaning behind the acronym. PLUCK stands for politically lying, unholy, cowardly, killers. It might seem like this is what each member means within the club however that is incorrect, it does not stand for who we are but what we fight for. The government in America has been corrupt and quite soulless since the start and PLUCK is the force that is willing to fight this but not in the way you think. The club and its members will do this by showing the system in America that a 1%’er MC can successfully live in their community with peace and true justice by giving back just as much as they take.

Taking this into account, it’s not all that the club itself stands for. When speaking from a general view this is what PLUCK means but it runs much deeper than a group formed simply to antagonize the corrupt government that controls the world. From the start, Francis, the founding member of the club, intended for this to merely just be a jab at the 1% of this world but as members began growing through the ranks of the club and each got closer to one another, something sparked. The term club changed from meaning a group of people to a family and PLUCK was no longer just a group of friends but brothers.

The Founders Vision
Starting from the beginning, Francis was the one who would set all that has formed in motion. However, the idea of it did not come from nothing, but rather some insight and realizations within Francis’s mind. In his eyes, life was simple but exciting would be an understatement when speaking from an outside perspective. He worked his normal day job as a lowlife mechanic at some shitty run down business, trying to make ends meet. Although, when his shift ended and night began to fall, the typical life he lived left and a different side was seen. He would meet most nights with a large criminal organization, not known to most as they hid in the shadows. Francis had a side hustle with this group as he had built a strong reputation with his skills and used this to his own benefit. He would run weapons provided by the organization and deliver them to other people and groups that would purchase from them. Throughout his time running for this group, he came to realize that the money being made from this is more than one could imagine. This sparked a legendary idea and would eventually become more than that. This thought was that Francis wanted to start a motorcycle club that would take advantage of this type of business, however the issue at the time was how would he start it?
Turning to a friend of his, he proposed the idea to Jacob, seeking his help in the start of it. They both met one night at a bar and Francis began talking about his idea, going on for seemingly hours with many detailed and clearly well thought plans. Parting ways, Francis was sure he was convincing enough to entail Jacob into this masterplan of his and Jacob had been heavily intrigued as he was tired of living his 9-5, sitting under the 1% who control it all. After taking some time to consider the offer, Jacob called Francis and gave him the answer, “Yes, I’ll do it.” After hearing this news, Francis was more than excited and began planning how to move on this before it would seem out of reach.

Spreading the Word
Now came the hard part, trying to find people who were fit for the task at hand. Luckily, because of Francis’s side hustle, he had his way with the streets and had built quite the reputation amongst the town. This would ensure that word would spread to all the right people, and not before long people would surely be interested in it. However, before anything could be said, a name needed to be chosen for this club. Thinking of what he is most passionate about, he came to the name PLUCK, standing for “Politically Lying Unholy Cowardly Killers.” It may have sounded unusual to anyone who did not understand it but it stood for the 1% of the government and corporations that leech off the poor. With this new name, he spoke to as many as he could and asked Jacob to do the same, and then they waited optimistically.

Moving onto the next steps, they needed to create a patch for their club, and after many hours and many bong rips later the two had created the idea and vision for the patch and began to order them. Upon arrival, Francis ripped the box open quickly, filled with much excitement, and pulled out the one on top. He tried it on and they took one look and it was as if it was meant to be worn by them.

Shortly after acquiring the patches for the club, the first few curious people reached out to them and showed their interest in it. These two men would have names that would echo throughout the history of PLUCK from here on out, those names were “Johny Crator” and “Reno Wilkes.” upon meeting them, Francis and Jacob definitely had their opinions on them, both good and bad. They both seemed to notice that Johny was a very unusual person, he was definitely heavily interested in joining the ranks of the club but did not seem like the right fit at the time, however this would not change their decision about voting him in. Reno seemed very laid back and well informed on this area of life so the choice was made quickly and he was also accepted into the club. Trying to get to know them, they would meet frequently and work on the MC, day and night. Not long after the two came to notice Reno was very determined and was willing to do anything the club might ask, and the same would be said about Johny too. It was safe to say they had gotten very lucky with the first couple.

The Plan
After discussing and pulling some saved up money they began gathering the necessary resources for what they had in mind. Using Francis’s strong relationship with the local organization, he told them his plan and they seemed to be on board with it but they could not mess this up or there would not be any second chances. It was then decided that PLUCK would run guns for this group, but more than what he was used to. Francis was only used to doing handgun and ammo shipments but they had now tasked them with delivering larger artillery such as AK-47’s and SMG’s. The first run would not be for a week so this gave them time to prepare for what would come. Usually a run would go quick and easy but because of the extra pressure and risk, they decided to get some straps for it...just in case.

Before the run could be executed, Francis and Jacob needed to know they could be trusted and were actually committed to the club so they tasked them with something lets just say was… creative. Francis knew of an area not too far away that was filled with crime. He was going to task the two new members to drive through the area and spot any dealers. This would impose a great risk on Johny and Reno as they would stick out like a sore thumb and be instantly under suspicion. Just now leaving, they left in one car while Jacob and Francis followed in another and went to the spot. Upon arrival Johny and Reno went down the street while Francis kept the car back a ways so as not to get involved. They went down the street cruising very slowly and one could easily tell many were already watching them. Johny, being the driver of the car, was looking to his left at the intimidating gang members and got distracted. He rode the car onto the curb and had almost hit one of them with it and he instantly knew he had to get the fuck out of there. While Reno was yelling at him to go, he peeled down the street and a few began to pop some shots at the car, luckily most missing and one hitting the trunk. They then went back to the original meeting spot and Jacob and Francis knew these guys were definitely trustworthy enough to do the upcoming run with.

A Proper Execution
The day came to be of the run and each member woke up with nervousness and excitement. Taking the day to run through the plan one more time, they were sure it could not go wrong. As night passed and it went late into the night, they got their straps and made sure they would not be recognized and they headed out of Jacobs’ house to the truck. They then went to the warehouse building to meet with the organization and get the weapons for the run. Upon arriving, there were many members of the group, probably to intimidate them and it worked damn well. This definitely made them know that nothing bad could happen or they would lose everything they've worked hard on so far. Francis and Jacob spoke with the handlers from the other group as Reno and Johny stayed back at the car, watching intently. After having a short conversation with them, Francis waved at the new members to pull the truck back up to the crates of merchandise. All four began to load each crate onto the truck bed and once they finished a tarp was thrown over and tied down to cover it all. Filled with an overwhelming nervousness, they wanted to get the show on the road and finished up, hopping into the truck and proceeding on the route. The delivery destination was two hours north of them in one of the neighboring cities. Arriving early since they drove through the night, they pulled into the abandoned lot. Not knowing who they were meeting with, it seemed to be a sort of street gang with minimal worry and obvious sloppiness. Francis wondered to himself why they sell to them but then realized money is money. Francis and Jacob walked up to the multiple people standing there while the other two watched the truck again. Wanting to get it over with quick, Jacob asked if they wanted to see the merchandise and took them to the back of the truck and popped open a crate. One of the gang members walked up and pulled out an AK, examining it and then putting it back in. The gang seemed at ease which led to the deal being finished by Francis being handed a duffle bag with money filling it and they unloaded the crates into the others truck. As Francis got in with Jacob and they drove off, Jacob opened the bag slightly and no one could resist. They all took a peek at the money and were instantly filled with a sense of happiness and achievement, even though all that money wasn't for them. All four headed back on the long drive home, patiently waiting to deliver the cash. Once they arrived back at the original spot, they all got out with the same routine and approached the individuals. Jacob handed the bag towards them and they took it, looking inside and counting the stacks. Before zipping it back up, he pulled out 2 stacks of the cash and handed them to Francis. With much joy they finished the transaction and headed to Jacob’s house. Splitting the money up evenly, they knew even more than before that this was definitely the market to be in.


Progression Through Time
Moving on from the beginning of it all, three months time had passed since the first official day of the club. In this time each and every member, old and new, had been flourishing within PLUCK and their potential saw no boundaries. Using the money the club had gained from the first few gun runs, Francis, Jacob, Johny, and Reno all bought a chopper so they could finally do what bikers do best, ride. Using this sort of exposure now from cruising through the city, they had gained even more attraction from the public eye and began doing things that helped with the community as they did not want to be seen as some “tough guys” unless it was necessary. The four had also managed, with enough money saved up, to purchase the first club property which they would eventually turn into their clubhouse. With this purchase, it gave them even more motivation and confidence in their acts. Growing from a group of friends to a brotherhood, they now sat with twelve members at the table. This allowed for much more progress to be made overall but also brought on a lot more responsibility for the higher ranks. Speaking of that, Johny had moved his way up to secretary and Reno had gone to sergeant at arms.

A Crack in the Foundation
It may have seemed to everyone in the club that everything was going flawlessly and it would continue that way but they would soon find out that would be far from it. Because of their somewhat newly acquired attention from the public, cops had turned an eye to them too. Seeing this group, they knew they were almost certainly dabbling into the night life of the city. With this suspicion, a team was given orders to investigate PLUCK and try to find any information on them that would incriminate them. During their investigation, the team had come to notice that one of their members seemed on edge most of the time. Why was this important to them? It could be the potential weakness that they were searching for within the club. With the knowledge of this they would begin to focus mainly on that member, trying to see if they could figure anything out relating to the club. This member's name was Michael Johnson, and it was indeed true that he would be the one to reveal something. He seemed to have always been unsure of joining the ranks of PLUCK and never really knew where his place was not just in the club but in life as a whole. To add on to this, his mother had just recently passed away and he was even more on the brink of collapsing. Being the soulless and corrupt cops they are, the investigation team was going to use this to their advantage. All they had to do was catch him doing something incriminating and then they would make their move on him. Michael, having an addiction to Xanax, was frequently going to his dealer and buying more. In not long the team picked up on this and figured out when the next time would be and where of this deal. On the night, two of the officers got in uniform and took a patrol car and sat a couple streets down from where it was taking place. Upon Michael leaving the spot, he passed them and they slowly pulled out, following him. They blipped their lights on and began to perform a traffic stop on him. The two officers approached the car and one could easily tell Michael was very uneasy. The two instantly began berating him with questions in an attempt to break him. They then asked if they could search his car while he was under all the stress and with his intense panicking, they slowly pulled him out before he could deliver a proper answer. Then searching the car, they found what they already knew would be there. The officers put him into cuffs and had successfully completed their plan.

Now obviously the club heard about this quickly as word does get around and they always keep a close relationship with each and every member. This instantly put the club in a nervous mood, but Francis already knew what had to be done; It was him or the club. He had never really liked this member much anyways but he did the job right and always listened. Francis informed Jacob of what he had thought when they heard the news before the weekly church meeting so he would know. Going through the usual shit that's discussed at the meeting such as treasury logs, any recent news, members progress, etc, Francis waited patiently, having only one thought on his mind. The time had come, knowing this would make each and every member uneasy, he delivered his idea as calmly and detailed as possible. Not too long ago a member of theirs was arrested and sent to jail because he took the heat for something many of his brothers participated in which showed he was very loyal. The reason this is so important is because Francis was going to somehow deliver this news to that member and have him “deal with him.” Taking some time to think, the club had to come to a vote on this. This would be one of the most meaningful yet hardest votes in the club’s history; It would define their future...

The deed had been done. The members had all voted yes and within the next week after that, Michael was dealt with. The club had felt a large amount of weight released off their shoulders yet there was still an uneasiness sitting around. Never had gone through this before, everyone was unsure on how to feel, yes they did survive but was it really worth it?

Moving On
The club had continued what they do best, running guns. It had not been often that any of them ran into difficulties on these runs but that was quickly going to be questioned soon. The organization they had been running for for so long had given them one of the biggest runs they would ever see. Countless AKs, Uzi’s, and Tommy guns. Of course the club had seen this type of equipment many many times before but never in this amount. They had to run it to a group South of them by a state, a very long distance. It also wasn’t just to any group, it was one that was currently in many fights against a rival street gang, the two largest in the state going at each other. It was found out that the rival gang was aware this group would be receiving an arms shipment and it was obvious what their intentions would be against the delivery.

PLUCK had to instantly begin making thorough plans on how they would deliver the weaponry quickly and safely to ensure they would not lose this deal. The group they ran for never gave second chances so it was in their best interest to do it successfully.

The plan was that two of their members, Billy and Mason, would run the guns in a box truck disguised as a food delivery truck. It wasn’t expected that this would be guaranteed to work but it was the best they could do. In front of the box truck would be a truck with two more members and behind it would be a large SUV with four more members, the first four actually. They knew there was going to be some sort of attack on the movement assuming their intel was correct so they had to ensure they could defend against any sort of attack. Each member would be equipped with an AK-47 or a shotgun and be wearing armor vests for their own safety.

The day had come for the delivery, and each and every member was very nervous. They would not only be running a large scale gun shipment but also be almost guaranteed to get into a firefight at some point throughout it. Meeting together at the clubhouse, they loaded up the truck and locked up the back. Grabbing their weaponry from inside, they put them into the other vehicles and began getting loaded up. Starting up all the trucks, they drove out of the clubhouse lot and began the drive. It was going to take around ten hours assuming everything went perfectly but we all know that wont be true.

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It was a couple hours into the drive and the club was currently traversing a small mountain range so the roads were curvy and speed was slow. This made the crew nervous as it was the perfect spot for an ambush, and they were correct. Set up about a half mile ahead of them was the rival gang, they had the road blocked with multiple heavily armed men waiting for them to arrive. When getting close and seeing the roadblock, the club began to try and reverse backwards out of it but to their surprise, another one was set up behind them; They must have followed them the whole way. This instantly shocked everyone in the convoy but they couldn't let this affect them. Francis radio’d to the other vehicles to prepare for a fight, and so they did. The truck in front stopped and turned to the side to provide cover and so did the back truck. Quickly exiting the vehicles, the rival gang took this as an act of violence and began shooting at the trucks. PLUCK was pinned and it seemed like there was no way out but this was actually exactly what they planned for. The group they were delivering to had managed to acquire some last minute information off of one of the rival gang members. The club was fully aware that a hit was coming and that it would be here so they made sure they would get out of it. As the gang kept spraying at the trucks providing cover, booming shots began coming out of nowhere. Essen, one of PLUCK’s members, was set up on a hill slightly taller than the rest firing down on the gang with a sniper rifle. One by one, he took shots at the front blockade, taking them down. This gave the members who were pinned the opportunity to shoot at the back blockade and before the blink of an eye, this seemingly unstoppable plan was quickly put to shame by PLUCK. Cleaning up the scene, they put the bodies into the trucks and took the vehicles they brought to a place near their destination and staged it as an internal fight. Arriving at the meeting spot, they finished the long awaited deal and got the hell out of there. The club had just made more money in that deal than they ever had before, and it felt fucking awesome.

Opportunity
Shortly after completing the largest deal yet, the club could sense that heat was coming to them not just from other gangs but also from the cops. With this, the members called a meeting to discuss what the best approach would be moving forward. Knowing that it would not be easy to thrive with cops on their backs wherever they go, PLUCK had to start thinking outside the box. Using their contacts from around the country in other MC’s, something caught their interest from one in particular. This one was called “Lost MC” and they ran the heroin game in a larger city called San Andreas. Hearing about their ability to thrive in this city, the club quickly became intrigued and wondered if they could also benefit in the same way as Lost. Hearing from the President of that club, they found out that weaponry distribution was lacking. Knowing that they had superior knowledge in gun running, PLUCK was very quickly tempted, knowing that they could take advantage of this and get started instantly in the city.

New Beginnings
After a long meeting and final call, the vote came to a majority that they should leave their town, and the majority also ruled in favor of going to San Andreas. This would become a very big decision to make within the club, and some leaned with and some against. Knowing there would be no turning back, some of the members decided they would stay behind because they had too much to leave. The rest who would be making the commitment began to prepare for the big journey, parting ways with any friends or family and packing their belongings. Before heading to their flight, the members got together one last time in celebration of one chapter ending and a new one beginning. As they all got onto the plane, they looked around at each other reminiscing on their past experiences but also looking forward to the future memories that they would create in San Andreas.
 
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The Meaning of P.L.U.C.K.
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Well for starters PLUCK has a very unique yet weird name and meaning behind the acronym. PLUCK stands for politically lying, unholy, cowardly, killers. It might seem like this is what each member means within the club however that is incorrect, it does not stand for who we are but what we fight for. The government in America has been corrupt and quite soulless since the start and PLUCK is the force that is willing to fight this but not in the way you think. The club and its members will do this by showing the system in America that a 1%’er MC can successfully live in their community with peace and true justice by giving back just as much as they take.

Taking this into account, it’s not all that the club itself stands for. When speaking from a general view this is what PLUCK means but it runs much deeper than a group formed simply to antagonize the corrupt government that controls the world. From the start, Francis, the founding member of the club, intended for this to merely just be a jab at the 1% of this world but as members began growing through the ranks of the club and each got closer to one another, something sparked. The term club changed from meaning a group of people to a family and PLUCK was no longer just a group of friends but brothers.

The Founders Vision
Starting from the beginning, Francis was the one who would set all that has formed in motion. However, the idea of it did not come from nothing, but rather some insight and realizations within Francis’s mind. In his eyes, life was simple but exciting would be an understatement when speaking from an outside perspective. He worked his normal day job as a lowlife mechanic at some shitty run down business, trying to make ends meet. Although, when his shift ended and night began to fall, the typical life he lived left and a different side was seen. He would meet most nights with a large criminal organization, not known to most as they hid in the shadows. Francis had a side hustle with this group as he had built a strong reputation with his skills and used this to his own benefit. He would run weapons provided by the organization and deliver them to other people and groups that would purchase from them. Throughout his time running for this group, he came to realize that the money being made from this is more than one could imagine. This sparked a legendary idea and would eventually become more than that. This thought was that Francis wanted to start a motorcycle club that would take advantage of this type of business, however the issue at the time was how would he start it?
Turning to a friend of his, he proposed the idea to Jacob, seeking his help in the start of it. They both met one night at a bar and Francis began talking about his idea, going on for seemingly hours with many detailed and clearly well thought plans. Parting ways, Francis was sure he was convincing enough to entail Jacob into this masterplan of his and Jacob had been heavily intrigued as he was tired of living his 9-5, sitting under the 1% who control it all. After taking some time to consider the offer, Jacob called Francis and gave him the answer, “Yes, I’ll do it.” After hearing this news, Francis was more than excited and began planning how to move on this before it would seem out of reach.

Spreading the Word
Now came the hard part, trying to find people who were fit for the task at hand. Luckily, because of Francis’s side hustle, he had his way with the streets and had built quite the reputation amongst the town. This would ensure that word would spread to all the right people, and not before long people would surely be interested in it. However, before anything could be said, a name needed to be chosen for this club. Thinking of what he is most passionate about, he came to the name PLUCK, standing for “Politically Lying Unholy Cowardly Killers.” It may have sounded unusual to anyone who did not understand it but it stood for the 1% of the government and corporations that leech off the poor. With this new name, he spoke to as many as he could and asked Jacob to do the same, and then they waited optimistically.

Moving onto the next steps, they needed to create a patch for their club, and after many hours and many bong rips later the two had created the idea and vision for the patch and began to order them. Upon arrival, Francis ripped the box open quickly, filled with much excitement, and pulled out the one on top. He tried it on and they took one look and it was as if it was meant to be worn by them.

Shortly after acquiring the patches for the club, the first few curious people reached out to them and showed their interest in it. These two men would have names that would echo throughout the history of PLUCK from here on out, those names were “Johny Crator” and “Reno Wilkes.” upon meeting them, Francis and Jacob definitely had their opinions on them, both good and bad. They both seemed to notice that Johny was a very unusual person, he was definitely heavily interested in joining the ranks of the club but did not seem like the right fit at the time, however this would not change their decision about voting him in. Reno seemed very laid back and well informed on this area of life so the choice was made quickly and he was also accepted into the club. Trying to get to know them, they would meet frequently and work on the MC, day and night. Not long after the two came to notice Reno was very determined and was willing to do anything the club might ask, and the same would be said about Johny too. It was safe to say they had gotten very lucky with the first couple.

The Plan
After discussing and pulling some saved up money they began gathering the necessary resources for what they had in mind. Using Francis’s strong relationship with the local organization, he told them his plan and they seemed to be on board with it but they could not mess this up or there would not be any second chances. It was then decided that PLUCK would run guns for this group, but more than what he was used to. Francis was only used to doing handgun and ammo shipments but they had now tasked them with delivering larger artillery such as AK-47’s and SMG’s. The first run would not be for a week so this gave them time to prepare for what would come. Usually a run would go quick and easy but because of the extra pressure and risk, they decided to get some straps for it...just in case.

Before the run could be executed, Francis and Jacob needed to know they could be trusted and were actually committed to the club so they tasked them with something lets just say was… creative. Francis knew of an area not too far away that was filled with crime. He was going to task the two new members to drive through the area and spot any dealers. This would impose a great risk on Johny and Reno as they would stick out like a sore thumb and be instantly under suspicion. Just now leaving, they left in one car while Jacob and Francis followed in another and went to the spot. Upon arrival Johny and Reno went down the street while Francis kept the car back a ways so as not to get involved. They went down the street cruising very slowly and one could easily tell many were already watching them. Johny, being the driver of the car, was looking to his left at the intimidating gang members and got distracted. He rode the car onto the curb and had almost hit one of them with it and he instantly knew he had to get the fuck out of there. While Reno was yelling at him to go, he peeled down the street and a few began to pop some shots at the car, luckily most missing and one hitting the trunk. They then went back to the original meeting spot and Jacob and Francis knew these guys were definitely trustworthy enough to do the upcoming run with.

A Proper Execution
The day came to be of the run and each member woke up with nervousness and excitement. Taking the day to run through the plan one more time, they were sure it could not go wrong. As night passed and it went late into the night, they got their straps and made sure they would not be recognized and they headed out of Jacobs’ house to the truck. They then went to the warehouse building to meet with the organization and get the weapons for the run. Upon arriving, there were many members of the group, probably to intimidate them and it worked damn well. This definitely made them know that nothing bad could happen or they would lose everything they've worked hard on so far. Francis and Jacob spoke with the handlers from the other group as Reno and Johny stayed back at the car, watching intently. After having a short conversation with them, Francis waved at the new members to pull the truck back up to the crates of merchandise. All four began to load each crate onto the truck bed and once they finished a tarp was thrown over and tied down to cover it all. Filled with an overwhelming nervousness, they wanted to get the show on the road and finished up, hopping into the truck and proceeding on the route. The delivery destination was two hours north of them in one of the neighboring cities. Arriving early since they drove through the night, they pulled into the abandoned lot. Not knowing who they were meeting with, it seemed to be a sort of street gang with minimal worry and obvious sloppiness. Francis wondered to himself why they sell to them but then realized money is money. Francis and Jacob walked up to the multiple people standing there while the other two watched the truck again. Wanting to get it over with quick, Jacob asked if they wanted to see the merchandise and took them to the back of the truck and popped open a crate. One of the gang members walked up and pulled out an AK, examining it and then putting it back in. The gang seemed at ease which led to the deal being finished by Francis being handed a duffle bag with money filling it and they unloaded the crates into the others truck. As Francis got in with Jacob and they drove off, Jacob opened the bag slightly and no one could resist. They all took a peek at the money and were instantly filled with a sense of happiness and achievement, even though all that money wasn't for them. All four headed back on the long drive home, patiently waiting to deliver the cash. Once they arrived back at the original spot, they all got out with the same routine and approached the individuals. Jacob handed the bag towards them and they took it, looking inside and counting the stacks. Before zipping it back up, he pulled out 2 stacks of the cash and handed them to Francis. With much joy they finished the transaction and headed to Jacob’s house. Splitting the money up evenly, they knew even more than before that this was definitely the market to be in.


Progression Through Time
Moving on from the beginning of it all, three months time had passed since the first official day of the club. In this time each and every member, old and new, had been flourishing within PLUCK and their potential saw no boundaries. Using the money the club had gained from the first few gun runs, Francis, Jacob, Johny, and Reno all bought a chopper so they could finally do what bikers do best, ride. Using this sort of exposure now from cruising through the city, they had gained even more attraction from the public eye and began doing things that helped with the community as they did not want to be seen as some “tough guys” unless it was necessary. The four had also managed, with enough money saved up, to purchase the first club property which they would eventually turn into their clubhouse. With this purchase, it gave them even more motivation and confidence in their acts. Growing from a group of friends to a brotherhood, they now sat with twelve members at the table. This allowed for much more progress to be made overall but also brought on a lot more responsibility for the higher ranks. Speaking of that, Johny had moved his way up to secretary and Reno had gone to sergeant at arms.

A Crack in the Foundation
It may have seemed to everyone in the club that everything was going flawlessly and it would continue that way but they would soon find out that would be far from it. Because of their somewhat newly acquired attention from the public, cops had turned an eye to them too. Seeing this group, they knew they were almost certainly dabbling into the night life of the city. With this suspicion, a team was given orders to investigate PLUCK and try to find any information on them that would incriminate them. During their investigation, the team had come to notice that one of their members seemed on edge most of the time. Why was this important to them? It could be the potential weakness that they were searching for within the club. With the knowledge of this they would begin to focus mainly on that member, trying to see if they could figure anything out relating to the club. This member's name was Michael Johnson, and it was indeed true that he would be the one to reveal something. He seemed to have always been unsure of joining the ranks of PLUCK and never really knew where his place was not just in the club but in life as a whole. To add on to this, his mother had just recently passed away and he was even more on the brink of collapsing. Being the soulless and corrupt cops they are, the investigation team was going to use this to their advantage. All they had to do was catch him doing something incriminating and then they would make their move on him. Michael, having an addiction to Xanax, was frequently going to his dealer and buying more. In not long the team picked up on this and figured out when the next time would be and where of this deal. On the night, two of the officers got in uniform and took a patrol car and sat a couple streets down from where it was taking place. Upon Michael leaving the spot, he passed them and they slowly pulled out, following him. They blipped their lights on and began to perform a traffic stop on him. The two officers approached the car and one could easily tell Michael was very uneasy. The two instantly began berating him with questions in an attempt to break him. They then asked if they could search his car while he was under all the stress and with his intense panicking, they slowly pulled him out before he could deliver a proper answer. Then searching the car, they found what they already knew would be there. The officers put him into cuffs and had successfully completed their plan.

Now obviously the club heard about this quickly as word does get around and they always keep a close relationship with each and every member. This instantly put the club in a nervous mood, but Francis already knew what had to be done; It was him or the club. He had never really liked this member much anyways but he did the job right and always listened. Francis informed Jacob of what he had thought when they heard the news before the weekly church meeting so he would know. Going through the usual shit that's discussed at the meeting such as treasury logs, any recent news, members progress, etc, Francis waited patiently, having only one thought on his mind. The time had come, knowing this would make each and every member uneasy, he delivered his idea as calmly and detailed as possible. Not too long ago a member of theirs was arrested and sent to jail because he took the heat for something many of his brothers participated in which showed he was very loyal. The reason this is so important is because Francis was going to somehow deliver this news to that member and have him “deal with him.” Taking some time to think, the club had to come to a vote on this. This would be one of the most meaningful yet hardest votes in the club’s history; It would define their future...

The deed had been done. The members had all voted yes and within the next week after that, Michael was dealt with. The club had felt a large amount of weight released off their shoulders yet there was still an uneasiness sitting around. Never had gone through this before, everyone was unsure on how to feel, yes they did survive but was it really worth it?

Moving On
The club had continued what they do best, running guns. It had not been often that any of them ran into difficulties on these runs but that was quickly going to be questioned soon. The organization they had been running for for so long had given them one of the biggest runs they would ever see. Countless AKs, Uzi’s, and Tommy guns. Of course the club had seen this type of equipment many many times before but never in this amount. They had to run it to a group South of them by a state, a very long distance. It also wasn’t just to any group, it was one that was currently in many fights against a rival street gang, the two largest in the state going at each other. It was found out that the rival gang was aware this group would be receiving an arms shipment and it was obvious what their intentions would be against the delivery.

PLUCK had to instantly begin making thorough plans on how they would deliver the weaponry quickly and safely to ensure they would not lose this deal. The group they ran for never gave second chances so it was in their best interest to do it successfully.

The plan was that two of their members, Billy and Mason, would run the guns in a box truck disguised as a food delivery truck. It wasn’t expected that this would be guaranteed to work but it was the best they could do. In front of the box truck would be a truck with two more members and behind it would be a large SUV with four more members, the first four actually. They knew there was going to be some sort of attack on the movement assuming their intel was correct so they had to ensure they could defend against any sort of attack. Each member would be equipped with an AK-47 or a shotgun and be wearing armor vests for their own safety.

The day had come for the delivery, and each and every member was very nervous. They would not only be running a large scale gun shipment but also be almost guaranteed to get into a firefight at some point throughout it. Meeting together at the clubhouse, they loaded up the truck and locked up the back. Grabbing their weaponry from inside, they put them into the other vehicles and began getting loaded up. Starting up all the trucks, they drove out of the clubhouse lot and began the drive. It was going to take around ten hours assuming everything went perfectly but we all know that wont be true.

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It was a couple hours into the drive and the club was currently traversing a small mountain range so the roads were curvy and speed was slow. This made the crew nervous as it was the perfect spot for an ambush, and they were correct. Set up about a half mile ahead of them was the rival gang, they had the road blocked with multiple heavily armed men waiting for them to arrive. When getting close and seeing the roadblock, the club began to try and reverse backwards out of it but to their surprise, another one was set up behind them; They must have followed them the whole way. This instantly shocked everyone in the convoy but they couldn't let this affect them. Francis radio’d to the other vehicles to prepare for a fight, and so they did. The truck in front stopped and turned to the side to provide cover and so did the back truck. Quickly exiting the vehicles, the rival gang took this as an act of violence and began shooting at the trucks. PLUCK was pinned and it seemed like there was no way out but this was actually exactly what they planned for. The group they were delivering to had managed to acquire some last minute information off of one of the rival gang members. The club was fully aware that a hit was coming and that it would be here so they made sure they would get out of it. As the gang kept spraying at the trucks providing cover, booming shots began coming out of nowhere. Essen, one of PLUCK’s members, was set up on a hill slightly taller than the rest firing down on the gang with a sniper rifle. One by one, he took shots at the front blockade, taking them down. This gave the members who were pinned the opportunity to shoot at the back blockade and before the blink of an eye, this seemingly unstoppable plan was quickly put to shame by PLUCK. Cleaning up the scene, they put the bodies into the trucks and took the vehicles they brought to a place near their destination and staged it as an internal fight. Arriving at the meeting spot, they finished the long awaited deal and got the hell out of there. The club had just made more money in that deal than they ever had before, and it felt fucking awesome.

A New Home
View attachment 225 Because of the recurring success the club was experiencing, PLUCK kept growing and growing but Francis and Jacob were both becoming aware of something. They were unsure if they all could sustain the club in the town the club resides in. It wasn’t a crazy big town, just big enough to profit off of and have control in but because of their growing popularity, everyone saw everything and this was also alarming.
It was in PLUCK’s best interest to start searching for someplace new, unsure of where it would be, they called a church meeting and spoke for hours on end trying to decide on a new home. After reaching a consensus and listing all the pros and cons, it was decided they were going to move to Los Santos. This was a very conflicting decision for everyone in the club. People had families, friends, and jobs that made this not so easy. As they began the long journey there, many members stayed behind and continued on with their lives and some came with. It was a very sad yet enlightening moment for all who came as they were unsure but hopeful for what the future holds.

Arriving at their destination, an untold story would begin to unravel as they got their fresh start in Los Santos. Using the money they brought with them, the club purchased a small property up in Sandy Shores and used it as a starter up property until they could get their hands on something more substantial. Unfortunately because of the big move, PLUCK stood with very few members and would have to begin recruitment as soon as possible. Unsure of how the flow of the city was, they began lightly by watching the streets and seeing what it's like there. It was clear that groups had already been set up in Los Santos and they would have to be smart so as not to step on anyone’s toes. Using this newly View attachment 226acquired knowledge, it was in the club’s best interest to stick back and get set up rather than become eager and step outside of their boundaries. Sandy Shores was definitely mix of some “unique” folk and it seemed like no one was ever really sure what was going on. This would make it easier for PLUCK to move unnoticed in their future endeavours.

Through the good and bad, it was here that PLUCK would begin their new story and end the last ones. A new foundation would eventually be built and progression would be made from here on out.
 

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