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Welcome to Vault Vanguard Transport, where security meets reliability in cash transportation. Founded with a mission to safeguard your assets, we have quickly become a trusted name in the industry. Our journey began with a simple yet powerful vision: to provide unparalleled security and exceptional service in the transportation of valuable assets. Based in Los Santos, Vault Vanguard Transport combines cutting-edge technology with a dedicated team of professionals to ensure the safe and efficient movement of your cash and valuables. Our fleet of state-of-the-art armored vehicles and highly trained personnel are committed to maintaining the highest standards of safety and discretion. At Vault Vanguard Transport, we understand the importance of trust and reliability. Whether you are a private person, small business, a large corporation, or a financial institution, we tailor our services to meet your specific needs, offering flexible solutions and personalized attention. Our reputation is built on a foundation of integrity, innovation, and a relentless commitment to excellence. OUR TEAM Join us at Vault Vanguard Transport, and experience the peace of mind that comes with knowing your assets are in the hands of the best in the business. Your security is our top priority, and we are here to safeguard your future, one secure delivery at a time. " Vault Vanguard Transport: Valuables Kept, Worries Slept "

Philip Arditi: A Sunset Tale Philip Arditi wasn’t born into the life—but by the time he hit his late thirties, the straight world had shut its doors, and the street opened its arms. He was older than most when he started, no kid chasing thrills. He just needed to make a living, and he found a way selling booze for a guy named Peter Belotti. Belotti ran a small outfit out of the West Side, sharp suits and sharp temper. The kind of man who shook your hand and sized up your pulse in the same second. He took a liking to Philip—not because he was loud or flashy, but because he got things done without asking dumb questions. Philip didn’t go it alone. With him from the jump were Henry Graziani and Joseph Calabrese—two guys you’d want on your side when the truck breaks down at midnight or when someone’s sniffing around who shouldn’t be. Henry was the brawler, never looked for a fight but never ran from one. Joseph? Smooth talker. Knew every dock boss, warehouse gatekeeper, and bartender worth knowing. They weren’t soldiers. They were brothers in the dirt. Together, they built a quiet little empire in the liquor game—cash flowing, books cooked clean, no heat. Then came trouble, like it always does. Michael “Iron Mike” Niovale ran a crew out of Sunset Avenue. Not a big boss, not some citywide don—just a hard-nosed neighborhood guy with a loyal circle and a short fuse. He heard about Philip’s setup, the money coming in, the pawnshop downtown moving more than just watches and wedding rings. Iron Mike got curious. Word came down the line—Mike was offering fifteen grand to Belotti to “take Arditi off his hands.” A polite way of saying: He’s ours now. Philip heard about it through the usual whispers. Instead of panicking, he played it cool. Talked to Henry and Joseph. They didn’t flinch. They'd seen enough backroom deals to know this wasn’t just about booze. This was about muscle, pride, territory. Then came the pitch from Niovale’s side: turn on Belotti. Blackmail him. Sell him out and walk into the Sunset crew like nothing happened. Thing is, Philip wasn’t built like that. He might’ve worked the street, but he had a code—and Peter Belotti, for all his faults, had never crossed him. So Philip played the hand different. He went to Belotti, told him everything. No games. Belotti didn’t get mad—he got focused. He introduced Philip to Frank Baldi and Anthony Ulino, two men with deep roots and no patience for Sunset-level headaches. Together, they put a plan in motion. Philip fed Niovale just enough to keep him cocky. Then, when the moment was right, they sold him and his number two, Philip Dentino, out. Not to the cops—no, this was street justice. Doors closed on Sunset Avenue. Trucks stopped rolling. The bars and parlors went dark. Iron Mike's name stopped carrying weight. By the end of it, Niovale and his crew were out—quietly pushed off Sunset like smoke on a breeze. Belotti held Downtown. Philip? He’d earned his place at the table. And Henry and Joseph were right there with him, same as they’d always been. They weren’t legends. Just men who knew how to survive in a world where loyalty was rare, and betrayal was easy. But in the right hands, even Sunset Avenue could be the stage for something bigger. The Story of Anthony "Tony Chips" Chiappetta Early Days on Graham Avenue: Anthony Chiappetta was born and raised in the heart of Graham Avenue, a neighborhood that raised him with grit, hustle, and loyalty. School didn't last forever for Tony — after his parents fell on hard times and couldn’t afford to send him to college, he dropped out and started stacking cash the hard way. He saved every dollar he could, and before long, Anthony Chiappetta bought himself a yellow cab, entering the streets as a full-time cab driver. It was honest work — for a while. Stepping In With Screwie: Cab driving gave Tony eyes on the city, ears on the street, and the kind of reputation that caught the attention of Phillip Dentino, known in the neighborhood as Screwie. He’d known Screwie since he was a kid — one of those neighborhood uncles who always had an eye on who was coming up next. Tony, who respectfully called Screwie "uncle", started doing some frontline work for him. He ran lines from the payphones to the block, setting up small moves at first — packages, drops, messages. Then came the bigger jobs: drugs, guns, hot cars, protection rackets — the kind of work that needed someone calm, precise, and invisible. As Screwie's influence grew, so did Tony's reputation for his solid work. His network stretched out through the Graham Avenue associates, and Tony Chips became known for keeping his mouth shut, his hands moving, and his business clean — well, clean enough. Climbing the Ranks: As Screwie's street lieutenant, Tony Chips started rubbing shoulders with heavier names in the city's criminal web. That’s when he met Michael Niovale, Screwie’s crew boss, a big face with bigger plans. Tony’s professionalism — his smooth handling of volatile situations and his almost flawless track record — got him closer to both Screwie and Michael. Everyone knew Tony Chips could handle heat. He wasn’t flashy, didn’t run his mouth, didn’t step out of line. He kept the trains running on time, and the bosses noticed. Tony was no longer just a street-level guy — he was part of the machinery. Going Solo Again: But power breeds tension. Over time, cracks formed between Michael Niovale, Screwie, and other players in the organization. Turf disagreements, cash disputes, old grudges — all of it boiled over. In the fallout, Tony Chips didn’t take sides. He did what he always did: kept his head down, stayed loyal to the street, and walked his own line. With the old alliances broken, Tony was back on his own, still working and still respected in his own right. The Ace Connection: It wasn’t long before Anthony Chiappetta reconnected with an old contact: Adam Mora, better known as Ace. Ace was a shot-caller with his own network, and Tony Chips — with his years of street knowledge, connections, and calm hand — was a valuable ally. Together, they reignited the flame, and Tony stepped back into the organized crime world, doing what he’d always done — but smarter, slicker, and with more power behind his name again. The Legit Side: "CCC - Chiappetta’s Choice of Cars" Today, Tony Chips walks both sides of the line. He still runs the streets, still has his ear in the alleys and his hand in the hustle. But he's also a businessman now. His used car dealership, "CCC – Chiappetta's Choice of Cars", is a local staple. It moves vehicles — some clean, some with stories — and more importantly, it keeps the IRS off his back. With washed money, clean titles, and a professional front, Tony Chiappetta runs a legit operation that feeds his criminal empire. Legacy of the Streets: From the old corners of Graham Avenue to the newer corners of Sunset Avenue, the name Tony Chips still carries weight. They know the cabs, the deals, the connections, the cars, and the quiet power he holds. Tony Chips is the kind of guy that never had to shout to get what he wanted — he just had to show up. And even now, as he balances street respect and legal legitimacy, Anthony Chiappetta is one thing above all else: a survivor — calm, calculated, and still calling the shots.

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