pilot Once Illegal, Now Unstoppable

[Spellwoven]

My fav ilegal after Lexa

[ParasyteX]

On 11/7/2025 at 10:21 AM, Spellwoven said:

My fav ilegal after Lexa

You're the favorite brother 😉

[ParasyteX]

 

  THE MEET  

 

 

  INTERVIEWING  

 

  PAPERWORK  

 

 

 

Earlier today, Andres Orlando conducted an official recruitment interview with his brother, Diablo Orlando, who applied to rejoin the IBL after previously serving as an employee.
Although the meeting was held professionally for documentation and procedure, it naturally carried a strong sense of family connection between the two. From the start of the conversation, it was clear that Andres felt a mix of pride and responsibility while interviewing someone he knows not only as a worker, but as blood.

 

Throughout the interview, Diablo demonstrated maturity, motivation, and a clear vision of where he wants to be within the organization. There were reflective moments where both brothers acknowledged Diablo’s past experience, his return, and how much he had grown since leaving. Even though the setting was structured, the genuine respect and trust between them shaped the tone of the entire discussion.

By the end, the interview transitioned into contract processing, marking Diablo’s official return to IBL. The moment highlighted not just a hiring process, but a meaningful step forward for both. One brother leading, and one stepping back into the fold with renewed purpose.

 

Overall, the session blended professionalism with a powerful family dynamic, making it a memorable and impactful addition to the division’s history.

 

 

(( I call this: "A moment of professionalism, powered by family." ))

[ParasyteX]

 

  La Taquería Begins  

A new fire. A new purpose. A new chapter.

 

 

 

  Arriving at the Dealership  

Andres pulls into the dealership with a quiet determination burning behind his eyes.
He steps out, glancing over the rows of shiny, overpriced vans… until his gaze catches something different.

A worn step-van sits in the corner, old, a bit tired, but full of potential.

For the first time in a long while, something sparks inside him.

This could be it.

 

 

 

 

  Inspecting the Truck  

 

He walks around the truck, tracing the lines with his eyes.
The dealer talks about mileage, brakes, minor issues, all the usual noise, but Andres isn’t listening to any of that.

He’s hearing sizzles. He’s smelling tortillas.He’s seeing “La Taquería” splashed across the side in bright colors.

This isn’t a van.
It’s a dream with wheels.

 

 

 

 

  Signing the Papers  

 

Inside the office, he sits down at the dusty metal desk.
The contract is slid toward him. The pen feels heavier than it should.

For a moment, he pauses not because of doubt, but because he realizes this signature marks something bigger than a purchase.

It’s the official beginning of a new chapter in his life.

When he signs, it feels right.
It feels earned.

 

 

 

 

  Parking the Truck  

 

The drive is slow, almost protective.
The truck rattles, the engine hums low, but Andres sits behind the wheel with a smile only he understands.

When he parks it in front of his workplace, he steps back and looks at it for a while.

Old? Sure.
Rough around the edges? Definitely.
But so was he, and look how far he’s come.

He sees possibility in every dent.

 

 

 

 

 

  Drive Back Home  

 

After locking up the truck, Andres returns to his personal car.
The moon is setting, the streets are quiet, and for the first time in weeks he feels light. Hopeful.

Every traffic light becomes a moment to imagine the future: menus, recipes, music, colors, everything.

“La Taquería” isn’t even open yet, but in his mind it’s already serving.

 

 

 

 

 

  The Couch, The TV, The Dream  

 

Andres drops onto the couch, flicking on the TV without even paying attention to what’s playing.
The room glows softly, but he’s not really here, not mentally. His mind is across town, inside that old truck.
He’s picturing the grill heating up.
The smell of carne asada filling the air.
People laughing, smiling, ordering.
Bringing a piece of Mexico to the streets of Los Santos.

He leans back, eyes half-closed.

Tonight, he isn’t watching TV.
He’s dreaming, wide awake.

 

 

 

 

 

A new beginning for Andres Orlando.
More than food.
More than business.
A piece of home on four wheels.

[Spellwoven]

Ilegals in my yard

[ParasyteX]

2 hours ago, Spellwoven said:

Ilegals in my yard

Haha, nothing’s illegal no more 😂

[Anasbenatt9]

Better call Orlando!

 

[ParasyteX]

1 hour ago, Anasbenatt9 said:

Better call Orlando!

 

😅

[ParasyteX]

 

 

  Preparing La Taquería  

Day II: The First Paint Hits the Truck

 

 

 

  Waking up with an idea  

Andres pushed himself up, stretching, letting the morning light wash over him.

Coffee, tools, paint, and inspiration were already running through his mind.

He wasn’t just waking up, he was waking up to a dream.

 

 

 

 

 

  Sketching designs  

By mid-morning, Andres spread out blank sheets on the kitchen table.

Pens, markers, and printed sketches scattered around as he drew the truck over and over, experimenting with flames, tacos, chili peppers, and bold letters.
“I need somethin’ that screams México… pero also looks clean,” he murmured, biting his lip in concentration. The sketches were messy, chaotic even, but they were the first visible sign of his plan.

 

 

 

 

 

  Looking up for inspiration  

When he needed a push, Andres grabbed his phone and scrolled through designs, fonts, and color palettes. Indigenous patterns, bright reds, deep greens, splashes of white, all of it inspired by home.
“Red, green… maybe white. Colors of the motherland, hermano. Gotta represent.”
He saved screenshots and compared them to his sketches, visualizing the truck fully alive in his mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Buying supplies  

By noon, Andres was walking through a hardware store, dragging cans of spray paint in red, green, and white, masking tape, brushes, and an airbrush kit.

His second bag was filled with kitchen essentials, frying pans, casseroles, charcoal, spatulas, cutting boards, and spices.
“Let’s get you some color, baby… and some flavor,” he muttered, grinning as he carried everything to the car.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Setting up the workstation  

Back at the parking lot, Andres set up a foldable table next to the truck.
On it: frying pans, casserole pots, coal bags, spatulas, knives, cutting boards… and of course, paint cans, vinyl, masking tape, stencils, and sketches.
He arranged everything with meticulous care, cooking gear on one side, painting and design tools on the other. The table looked like a battlefield of preparation.
“Tacos on one side, pintura mexicana on the other… balance, hermano,” he said, nodding to himself.
He tapped the blank white side of the truck and whispered, “Soon you’re gonna look like a fiesta on wheels.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Start of work  

 

 

 

 

 

  Admiring the work  

 

 

 

 

 

 

The colors dried.
The vision took shape.

And for the first time, the truck didn't just look like a dream, it looked like Andres's identity.
La Taquerìa now had a soul... and tomorrow it will learn to cook.