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San Paros, lit up like a fire place. Squad cars zooming around, swat vans pouring in, shit hit the fan as the mayor was taken from the burning city hall. Skater sneakers scuffed and pounded against the pavement as the G-Kings' soldiers ran down the alleyways to the safehouse, the Blood Roses made the mistake, but everyone was going to pay for it.