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Introduction
Episodes From San Andreas: Brotherhood Reborn is a fan-fiction currently being written by Enigma24 and will appear on this page on a chapter by chapter basis as each chapter is completed. It is set in the state of San Andreas in late 2013 and folllows the rise of the Devils Chosen Motorcycle Club, a '1%' outlaw motorcycle club based in northern San Andreas,  and a now mobile Angus Martin's rise to power in the criminal underworld at the head of his new club.

It will have several major protagonists but will heavily feature Angus Martin, Garrett Hayes and other ranking members of the Devils Chosen MC. San Andreas is substantially expanded for the purpose of this fan-fiction with the inclusion of new locations, towns and even neighbouring states.

Content Advisory
Please be advised. Due to the topic and narrative of "Episodes From San Andreas: Brotherhood Reborn" this fan-fiction is to be considered R18. It will contain graphic violence, coarse language, tastefully limited sexual content, drug use and a range of other adult themes.

Reader discretion is advised.

Prologue


Devils Chosen MC Clubhouse

Waylon, San Andreas

November 12th 2013

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At the end of an unassuming dead-end street stood a two-story brick building with large casement windows peering out from dull reddish-brown walls. A large wooden door painted black had been swung open unleashing a blaring wave of loud rock music accompanied by the raucous cacophony of a raging party. A lone security camera sat perched on one corner of the corrugated iron roof keeping a tireless vigil out over the reinforced corrugated iron wall that circled the property in a protective embrace. The sliding gate that was the only entrance to the compound had been pulled open to let in a steady stream of new arrivals and departures as the party raged on.

A pair of prospects had been tasked with standing guard over the many motorcycles that lined the inside of one wall and both sides of the street beyond. The party had started inside the Clubhouse but had soon spilled out into the courtyard with a writhing crowd of leather clad figures in various stages of intoxication scattered about whipped into a reckless abandon by the surging music. Among the crowd could be seen a number of figures wearing leather vests bearing a distinctive three-piece patch on the back. As a topless woman wrapped herself around him one of these figures turned to reveal the three-piece patch on his back to a crowd of eager onlookers who burst into fits of hooting and cheering at the sight of it.  A savagely grinning fiery-eyed skull wearing a horned Viking helmet mounted on an Iron Cross glared out from the middle of the patch with a ferocious and menacing intensity. Perched proudly above this central image was a black top rocker with grey edging carrying the words Devils Chosen in bold grey lettering. A bottom rocker hung underneath the club logo designed in the same fashion as the top declaring the club's territory as San Andreas. Capping off this prominent back patch was a square 'MC' box patch stitched above the righthand end of the bottom rocker. It's wearer, a lean blond man with a military-style buzz cut complimented by a short wiry beard, reached a hand behind his back to pat the patch affectionately.“This is what it’s all about boys! Only the best of the best get to wear this beauty!”

A roar of motorcycle engines broke through the sounds of the party as a pair of motorcycles flashed past the open gate pulling wheelies as they did so. In a matter of moments the Devils Chosen closed off the entire road to allow their party to spill out into the street unhindered by an traffic nuisance. No one dared challenge the throng of leather clad figures and the party rapidly became more and more debauched as the night drew on. A tall figure with short brown hair stood with his pants around his ankles with a busty blonde woman bent over the picnic table in front of him. His groans seemed to amuse a passing figure who raised his beer with a grin.

“Give it to her good Garrett! She always was a fan of the rough stuff.”

The figure raised the bottle to his lips and took a long swig before wandering off with a chuckle. He was a lean man with a short mohawk and the muscular physique of a man who had spent long hours in the gym. His dark eyes scanned the crowd with a ruthless intelligence and his mere presence drew nods of respect from anyone he passed by. He exuded a sense of strength and confidence that made his position of authority clear to even the most clueless observer. Bottles were raised in salute as he passed and he raised his own bottle in reply each time.

“Angus! Good to see you enjoying the party brother!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">Angus turned to see large a figure with a shaved head and a short wiry beard striding towards him through the crowd of partygoers. Frank, known as Frankie to his club brothers, was a great bear of a man with a physically imposing stature not unlike that of the stereotypical lumberjack. At just over six foot three in height he was one of the tallest members of the club with the muscles to match his impressive height. But he also possessed a keen intelligence giving him the perfect combination of brawn and brains. He’d once been a senior member of The Lost MC and had accompanied Angus in his ride across the country from Alderney City to Los Santos to join the Blaine County chapter. But like Angus he’d been betrayed by his former club when a hit had been placed on him during his time at Colinas Valley State Prison. He’d co-founded the Devils Chosen with Angus after being released from prison and had been appointed Vice-President. Beating their would-be killers to within an inch of their lives had forged a close bond between the pair that remained unbroken.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">“Since when have I ever missed out on a party?” Angus replied with a chuckle as he raised his bottle in a toast “I spent so damn long in that wheelchair! After the doctors gave me back my legs I swore that I wouldn’t miss a thing. I’ve got a lot of living to do brother!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">True to his words Angus had spent the months after the radical surgery that had restored his ability to walk making up for lost time. He’d spent long hours at a local gym in Tudor reshaping his body from the weakened state the wheelchair had left it. He spent a lot of time at the strip club Honkers, drinking in local bars and generally making up for all the good times he’d missed out on. He’d got into a lot fights, served time for disorderly behaviour and public intoxication, slept with numerous women and had acquired a taste for hard rock. He’d partied with the Gunthugs, he’d partied with lone wolf bikers and he’d even partied with a group of Pavano Family mobsters.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">By all respects Angus was a changed man. He still sported his signature short mohawk and shaved head but now possessed a muscular physique not unlike a logger’s. But his most notable feature was his height. Being confined to a seated position in his wheelchair had meant that he looked smaller than he actually was and was thus frequently overlooked. But regaining the use of his legs meant that he could now stand at his full height of just over six foot two. That height matched with his muscular physique meant that no one would ever be able to ignore him ever again. His keen intelligence and insight meant that he embodied the perfect balance of brawn and brain making him twice as dangerous. He didn’t need to rely on physical violence to achieve his agenda and had developed a keen ability to manipulate situations to his and his club’s advantage. His dark blue Western Motorcycle Company Wolfsbane sat at the end of a long line of motorcycles lining the side of the Clubhouse.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">“No one parties like the Devils Chosen brother! Our parties are the stuff of legend! Now get back out there and get some more beers down ya!”

Chapter One
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