Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul
Nass is a dealer. He sells you shit.
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Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul parks his low-rider.
Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul stepped through the Fiddler's Bow's nondescript door. Business down here was bound to be a lot smoother than at the more... policed Gambit's Bar.
Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul planted himself on the barstool as the door- he turned on reflex, drawing the TRN' from his jacket pocket and dropping it on the floor when he saw what the troopers were packing. "What the fuck," he stammered, "I'm clean. Look. Just leme show you I don't have any on me."
Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul calmly moved to a kneeling position, keeping his hands above his head. He knew the routine.
Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul noticed the bartender silently tapping something underneath the bar from the corner of his eye.
Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul looked up at the man, "Hey man, I know you're not one of the po-po. I'm Nass. Fucking' Nassar Al Abdul. I seen you guys before."
Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul smiled. The idiot trying to kidnap ignored the bartender's gambit.
Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul ...and in the distance, sirens could be heard. The owner of the Fiddler's Bow made a smart move in installing the silent alarm.
Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul glared. "Man, ya' don't know what the fuck you're doing. Wing City Three-oh-Seven is gonna' be on your ass like that."
Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul ...HUBPOL officers were inexorably drawing closer. Nass' felt a ping of satisfaction in knowing that the gang activity in East Wing City meant they were packing major heat.
Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul ...they turned on Lombard and Allen street. It was six more blocks to the Fiddler's Bow.
Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul ...the dumbshits tasered a drug dealer. He convulsed and nearly passed out.
Nassar 'Nass' Al Abdul would have preferred the police.