San Andreas - Grove Street - 1992

Everything is a mess nowadays, turf wars are almost common between GSF and the Ballas.

The scent of gasoline, gunpowder and metal is faint around Grove Street, everyone is hanging out, gangs wearing green chattering outside their turfs and houses, often meeting up in Gang Meetings.

A certain gangster, Ryder, is currently at his backyard, his backyard's a mess — potholes of recently dug up dirt and grass are evidence that he's trying to find his "water", a shovel lazily stands by, meanwhile, he is currently lounging on his lounge chair, smoking cigarettes like no tomorrow while listening to the radio playing "It was a good day — Ice Cube"..

The sun shines above him as he continues to lounge, his sunglasses glistening under the ray of the sun.

A car honks nearby, he doesn't care, didn't even flinched as he continues to lounge.

He then raises up his Micro UZI, examining it like a lab specimen, he cocks it, the sound of the metal clicking is slightly satisfying.

Then, he mutters under his breath, suddenly standing up.

"Man, where's my goddamn "water?" I just hid it somewhere 'round here.."

He mutters almost aggressively, clutching his head with both hands like he would go crazy without that kind of stuff..

Except he is going crazy from the search..