The decline of Liberty
Posted 13 September 2006 - 11:43 PM
|QUOTE (rashon125 @ Sep 4 2006, 13:21)|
| Good enough for me. |
I say a lot of things I don't mean.
A month and PK's not on. It's mutiny.
Posted 14 September 2006 - 11:29 PM
Posted 15 September 2006 - 03:29 AM
Posted 15 September 2006 - 09:29 PM
Hey Q-Media members, any of you heard from him?
Posted 17 September 2006 - 04:43 AM
I just showed up to let you know I'm still alive. A couple of new chapters will be posted tomorrow, I promise.
Again, sorry for the delay, and I'm glad you're still looking for new stuff. That's telling me that my story is really interesting.
Posted 17 September 2006 - 05:19 AM
Words fail me...
YOU'RE BACK, HUZZA.
Now to review what has happened in the past chapters.
But, I'm glad you're back man. I mean, it isn't your fault for having a job. I mean, if you want a house, a car, a computer (lol), you need something to pay for it all, and unless your born a rich mother f*cker, you need a job. Glad you're back, can't wait for the next chapters man.
Posted 17 September 2006 - 03:36 PM
Posted 18 September 2006 - 05:34 AM Edited by PresidentKiller, 28 April 2010 - 04:16 AM.
President’s office, Zaibatsu Oil Co. – Torrington, Liberty City - Autumn 2001
Monday – 10:09 PM
James Powell is picking up some papers from his desk drawers and putting them on a briefcase when somebody knocks his door.
A young man comes into the room.
Man: “Mr. Powell, Mr. Honatsu is here.”
Powell: “All right, let him in.”
The man looks back and lets Satoshi Honatsu in.
Powell: “I’m leaving everything ready for tomorrow, don’t worry.”
The man approaches to the desk.
Man: “Do you need something?”
Powell: “A cup of coffee, please.”
Satoshi Honatsu looks at the man.
Honatsu: “I just want a glass of water. Thank you.”
The man leaves the room and closes the door.
Honatsu: “So, have you decided what to do with the money yet?”
Powell: “I have no idea. I guess I’ll just buy a big house by the beach in the French Riviera and get Caroline a nice present.”
Honatsu: “And how’s Caroline, by the way?”
Powell: “She’s fine, thank you. She must be sleeping right now. We relocated to the guest penthouse just before this whole thing began. She wanted to get the hell out of here but I told her that everything would be fine.”
Honatsu: “Have you had any children?”
Powell: “Not yet. She insists that a baby would ruin her beautiful body...”
Powell gets slightly angry.
Powell: “I don’t understand what happened to her. She just sits around in the house watching the Women Cable Network and buying things off of the Internet...”
Honatsu: “Well, as far as I understand, you American men are obsessed with trophy wives: blondes, big breasts and thin as a stick.”
Powell: “Actually, I met her in college during a festival. She was just a regular girl studying at the Liberty State Law School and hoping to be a successful lawyer one day. We fell in love and married a year later.”
Honatsu: “What happened?”
Powell: “It’s pretty simple, actually. Once I got out of college my father got me a position in here as Executive Vice President, I made thousands of dollars a month that Caroline happily spent in beauty treatments, surgeries and other crap like that. Now that’s she’s Miss Universe, she just cares about herself.”
Honatsu: “Why don’t you divorce her?”
Powell: “I can’t risk this company. I’d lose it in a divorce settlement.”
Honatsu: “I’m sure we could think of ‘other’ ways to get rid of her.”
Powell: “What do you mean?”
Powell looks at the door.
Powell: “And where’s Marvin? He should’ve been here with my coffee minutes ago.”
Honatsu: “Take it easy, he’s probably toasting the beans.”
Powell: “I don’t think so. He has problems making instant coffee... toasting coffee beans would be like nuclear science to him.”
Powell shuts the briefcase and takes it with him.
Honatsu: “Are you leaving already?”
Powell: “I can’t wait, I must go now. I have some planning to do with the 15 billion.”
Honatsu: “Yeah, you better do that.”
Powell: “By the way, tell Marvin he’s fired. Nobody leaves me waiting for a much-needed cup of coffee.”
Honatsu: “I was going to fire him anyway.”
Powell: “Good. See you around.”
Powell leaves the office and heads to the elevators. Honatsu closes the door and walks towards the desk.
Honatsu: “That issue with the wife could pose a threat....”
Honatsu touches the desk surface for a few seconds until Marvin appears at the door.
Marvin: “Where’s Mr. Powell?”
Honatsu: “He left. You made him wait too long for a cup of coffee.”
Marvin looks ashamed.
Marvin: “Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m so useless for this job. I should quit.”
Honatsu: “You look very young. What did you do before working here?”
Marvin: “Oh, this is my first job. I’m currently paying a college loan.”
Honatsu: “Really? Where do you study?”
Marvin: “At the Cedar Ridge College... I couldn’t afford anything better.”
Honatsu: “I see. How come I haven’t seen you before?”
Marvin: “I work on the night shift helping the IT department guys, but Mr. Powell is usually not here at these hours. The last couple of days have been crazy and many employees haven’t come to work. The IT department is empty so I guess I have nothing else to do tonight so I should leave.”
Honatsu: “What would you think about working for me?”
Marvin’s face turns red.
Marvin: “For you sir? I really appreciate the offer, but I don’t think I deserve that. I suck at this...”
Honatsu: “No, no. Listen, I just need you to do this. Do you know Mrs. Powell?”
Marvin: “You mean Mr. Powell’s wife, Caroline?”
Marvin: “I met her once. She’s a beautiful lady. Why?”
Honatsu: “If you do this for me, you’ll get 2 million dollars, a nice house in Osaka, in Japan, and a scholarship at the Osaka University.”
Marvin stares at Honatsu.
Honatsu: “I’m not kidding you, kid. I own part of this company now. Your boss just left with additional 15 billion dollars in his bank account.”
Marvin: “15 billion?? Holy Jesus!! And what do I have to do?”
Honatsu: “You must have an affair with Mrs. Powell.”
Marvin: “Are you crazy? I couldn’t do that!”
Marvin attempts to leave the room, but Honatsu stops him.
Honatsu: “You’re young and good-looking. I’m sure Mrs. Powell needs some excitement in her life, and you’re just the right guy to give her that.”
Marvin: “Yeah, she’s hot, but she’s much older than me and besides, Mr. Powell would kill me for that.”
Honatsu: “You’re not as stupid as to let Powell know you banged his wife, or are you?”
Marvin: “Of course not! But how would I do that?”
Honatsu: “Well, it’s still early. You two can have a date.”
Marvin: “A date? With this chaos? On Monday? Also, Mr. Powell should be arriving home by now.”
Honatsu: “Let me worry about Powell, and you worry about his wife. Ok? I’ll give you 10 grand right now, apart from the 2 million I’ll pay you later. Consider it as an incentive to get you started.”
Honatsu takes out his wallet and grabs ten $1,000 bills. Marvin can’t stop looking at all that money.
Marvin (surprised): “sh*t!”
Honatsu gives the money to Marvin, who then starts touching the bills repeatedly.
Honatsu: “Now, take some champagne bottles from that minibar next to Powell’s desk.”
Marvin goes to the minibar, opens it and takes a couple of bottles.
Honatsu: “That’s the cheap champagne. The good one is in the back.”
Marvin takes out the bottles from the minibar and puts them on top of the desk until he finds the expensive-looking ones.
Marvin: “Ok, I got them.”
Honatsu: “Ok, now go to Powell’s penthouse on that condo next to Liberty Campus and knock the door. Have a little chat with Caroline, drink some champagne and then get on it!”
Marvin: “All right. Then what?”
Honatsu: “You just come right here tomorrow morning, and I’ll pay you. I’ll give you a little extra if you get some solid evidence that you f*cked her.”
Marvin: “Ok, I’ll try and do that too.”
Honatsu: “Well, now get moving!”
Marvin nods and quickly leaves the office with the bottles of champagne in his hands.
Honatsu: “All right...”
Honatsu takes out his cell-phone and calls James Powell.
Honatsu: “Listen, I’m on my way to Zaibatsu Media, however, I’ve been notified that something happened in your office. It seems that this kid didn’t take too kindly that you fired him.”
Powell: “Who, Marvin?”
Honatsu: “Well, who else did you fire tonight?”
Powell: “All right, I’m heading back to the office and see what happened. That asshole!”
Powell hangs up.
Honatsu calls somebody else.
Voice: “Good night. What can I do for you, Mr. Honatsu?”
Honatsu: “Hang on a second.”
Honatsu takes the cup of coffee that Marvin left in the room and pours it in Powell’s computer, causing a short-circuit.
Honatsu: “All right. Listen to me carefully; I want you to do this immediately...”
A Series of (not-so) Completely Random Events
Maintenance Room, Sex Club 7 – Red Light District, Liberty City - Autumn 2001
Monday – 10:30 PM
The small maintenance room from the club is filled with some office supplies and a first-aid kit. Toni Cipriani is trying to take out the bullet in his arm with a screwdriver previously “disinfected” with some whisky.
Toni: “Oh, how I hate the fact that Dr. King ran away from the city. I wouldn’t be in this hellhole.”
Toni stops for a second, takes the bottle of whisky and pours some on his wound. He then proceeds to drink the remaining liquor.
Toni: “Well, at least that’ll help me forget about the pain...”
Toni proceeds with his “self-surgery” until a Mafia member gets in the room.
Mafia member: “Oh, Toni, that’s so disgusting...”
Toni: “Believe me, it hurts a lot more than it looks.”
Mafia member: “Yeah, I can imagine that. Listen, we found a trace that could lead us to that Japo. He was last seen on a Manana near Atlantic Quays.”
Toni: “Have you searched the place?”
Mafia member: “Not yet.”
Toni: “Then what the hell are you waiting for?”
Mafia member: “We thought you’d want to take care of it yourself, or at least be there with the other guys.”
Toni: “All right. As soon as I finish with this, I’ll meet the guys at the Sawmill.”
Mafia member: “Ok, I’ll tell the guys to get ready.”
The Mafia member leaves the room and Toni keeps playing around with the screwdriver in his arm.
Garage, Leone Mansion – St. Marks, Liberty City - Autumn 2001
Monday – 10:38 PM
Francesco is still in the garage, watching over the Mafia members cleaning the place.
Francesco looks at the guys cleaning the floor and then he takes out Gino’s cell-phone.
Francesco: “f*cking rat! I can’t believe you betrayed us!”
Francesco tries to turn on the phone, but the battery seems to be dead.
Francesco: “I should head to his apartment now, there must be a charger there.”
Francesco starts walking towards the door, one of the other guys notices him.
Mafia guy: “Hey Francesco, where are you going?”
Francesco: “I’m just going for a walk. That’s all.”
Mafia guy: “All right, be careful out there.”
Francesco: “Yeah, thanks.”
The Mafia guy keeps cleaning the mess while Francesco finally leaves the place.
Donald Love’s office, Zaibatsu Media – Torrington, Liberty City - Autumn 2001
Monday – 10:42 PM
The former office of Donald Love has that same oriental décor as the small garden in the building’s penthouse. There’re some oriental statues facing Donald’s desk that Satoshi Honatsu is admiring.
Honatsu: “I wonder where Donald is. I haven’t seen him since that meeting...”
Honatsu takes the cup of coffee in front on him and proceeds to drink it, until the phone rings. Honatsu quickly answers it.
Powell: “THAT f*ckING IDIOT!”
Honatsu: “Hey, take it easy!”
Powell: “I can’t believe it! He made a complete mess out of my office, and he even had the guts to steal the expensive champagne!”
Honatsu: “Are you sure it was him?”
Powell: “Yes! The security cameras clearly show him getting out of my office with two bottles of champagne, just before the recording gets all fuzzy for some reason.”
Honatsu: “He probably messed with the cameras too...”
Powell: “That bastard is going to pay, I swear!”
Honatsu: “You should relax a little. Anger is not good for your health.”
Powell: “All right, I’m going home. I’m taking care of that asshole first thing in the morning.”
Honatsu: “Yes, that’s the best thing you can do right now. Just go home and rest.”
Powell: “I’ll call you back tomorrow to arrange another meeting.”
Honatsu: “Good. I’ll be expecting that call. Good night.” (Hangs up)
Honatsu: “This is great!”
Honatsu takes out his cell-phone and dials a number.
Voice: “Yes, boss?”
Honatsu: “Powell is headed to the penthouse. You don’t have much time.”
Voice: “Sure, we are proceeding with the plan then.”
Honatsu: “Yes, quickly!”
Honatsu hangs up and puts his cell-phone away.
Honatsu: “Excellent. This is going to be very interesting.”
Warehouse – Atlantic Quays, Liberty City - Autumn 2001
Monday – 10:47 PM
The place seems to be a storage facility for paper products. The orange Manana can be seen parked outside next to the building.
Shinji Kasen is thinking about what to do next while Ma Cipriani is laying unconscious on the floor. Her body is all tied-up and her mouth has been duck-taped.
Shinji: “I should take a plane back to Japan... There’s no point in staying here any longer.”
Ma Cipriani seems to be recovering.
Shinji: “Now that crazy woman will start bitching again…”
Ma Cipriani is now moving a little, but she still doesn’t say a word.
Shinji: “I should take her with me to Capitol City’s airport, and then I’ll just dump her there.”
Ma Cipriani has finally opened her eyes. She looks at Shinji and immediately starts screaming.
Shinji: “For crying out loud! SHUT UP!”
Shinji is about to hit Ma Cipriani in the head when some noises are heard outside.
It suddenly gets quiet.
Shinji: “Somebody must be outside. I should go.”
Shinji takes his gun from the floor when more noises are heard outside. He realizes that something is going to happen soon, so he just walks towards the staircase that leads to an office.
Shinji: “There must be a window up there.”
Shinji begins walking upstairs. Ma Cipriani screams even louder.
Shinji: “I should just kill her. She’s driving me nuts!”
Shinji reaches the office on the 2nd floor, as soon as he gets inside, the noises are heard outside again. Shinji quickly runs towards the window and looks outside, there’re some cars that seem to have been parked recently around the building.
Shinji: “I’ve got some visitors. I should leave now!”
Shinji tries to open the window, but there seems to be some kind of security lock preventing it from being opened.
Shinji reloads his gun, goes back to the door and locks it, then he goes behind the desk and hides.
Shinji: “This will be a long night.”
Posted 18 September 2006 - 07:42 PM
Posted 18 September 2006 - 10:09 PM
Great chapter! Can't wait for Chapter 37.
Posted 18 September 2006 - 11:37 PM
Time to go wash up.
Great writing, PK!
Posted 20 September 2006 - 01:08 AM
|QUOTE (PresidentKiller @ Sep 19 2006, 03:03)|
| Thank you very much. I'm glad you like it. |
However, somebody has stolen my story. It seems some morons don't realize that whatever you post on the Internet may eventually be indexed on a search engine...
I hope you don't mind me saying, but that guy is a dickhead for stealing such a great piece of work so he can take credit for himself!
Very, very, uncool.
Posted 20 September 2006 - 04:48 AM Edited by PresidentKiller, 20 September 2006 - 04:50 AM.
|QUOTE (Vanilla Shake @ Sep 19 2006, 20:08)|
| I hope you don't mind me saying, but that guy is a dickhead for stealing such a great piece of work so he can take credit for himself!|
Very, very, uncool.
Yeah. He didn't even apologize but I guess the fact that he removed the stolen material from there should give me some peace of mind.
Posted 23 September 2006 - 03:12 AM
|QUOTE (Vanilla Shake @ Sep 19 2006, 21:08)|
I hope you don't mind me saying, but that guy is a dickhead for stealing such a great piece of work so he can take credit for himself!
Very, very, uncool.
Yeah, what a dumbass.
Posted 23 September 2006 - 03:40 AM
|QUOTE (rashon125 @ Sep 23 2006, 03:12)|
Yeah, what a dumbass.
Posted 25 September 2006 - 04:53 AM
Posted 25 September 2006 - 07:37 AM
also, does the dude who stole the story look like JT?
Posted 25 September 2006 - 08:03 PM
|QUOTE (PresidentKiller @ Sep 25 2006, 00:53)|
|Hey people, I just wanted to let you know that chapter 37 will be posted tomorrow. I'll see you around.|
Great, can't wait.
Posted 26 September 2006 - 07:06 AM Edited by PresidentKiller, 28 April 2010 - 04:18 AM.
War is Peace
Office, 9092 Louisiana Lane – Appleton Industrial District, North Vice City - Autumn 2001
Monday – 10:53 PM
Claude and Tommy are sitting in a couch having a conversation while Barry is falling asleep on the floor. Ray is already sleeping in another room and Mike Toreno is in front of a desk talking with somebody on the phone.
Claude: “So when are we going to pay a visit to the bank?”
Tommy: “I don't know.”
Claude: “We need the money to get some guns. We can’t keep going like this.”
Tommy: “Don’t you think I know that?”
Claude: “Don’t you have some sort of weapons storage or something?”
Tommy: “I have lots of guns at my safe houses and businesses, but it’s obvious that we can’t get near them right now.”
Claude: “I can’t believe you trusted that much in your employees. You should’ve kept a secret stash somewhere just in case.”
Tommy seems to be thinking about something.
Claude: “What is it?”
Tommy: “I think my son has some secret stash somewhere. He told me about it once.”
Claude (really low voice): “Well, they always say the son can be far more intelligent than the father...”
Claude: “Oh, nothing. I was just mumbling.”
Tommy: “But I can’t remember where it is.”
Claude (sarcastic tone in a really low voice): “Well, that’s really useful, isn’t it?”
Tommy: “Excuse me?”
Claude clears his throat.
Claude: “Nothing, nothing. I think I need something for this throat.”
Toreno stops talking on the phone and hangs up, then he walks towards Tommy and Claude.
Toreno: “I’ve been informed that another clothing shipment will arrive tomorrow at noon, and Ortega might have a go at some drug smuggling again.”
Claude: “Really? I thought the issue with Hernandez f*cked all that sh*t up.”
Toreno: “Well, as unbelievable as it might sound, it seems Hernandez doesn’t know anything about the backstabbing plans of Ortega.”
Claude: “And where’s Hernandez anyway?”
Toreno: “He was transferred to a medical facility in Hawaii. He suffered a severe car crash thanks to your little rampage back at the business complex, remember?”
Claude: “But how does Hernandez get the drugs inside the country anyway? And why does Ortega want to steal them from him if he’s a member of the Cartel?”
Toreno: “Only the Ministry of Truth knows for sure, kid.”
Claude: “Yeah, I think I heard Vercetti talk about it before, but what the hell is it?”
Toreno: “Well, in case you didn’t figure it out when we talked about drug barons having influence over the FBI, let’s just say that the Ministry of Truth is like an ‘elite’ group of government officials and politicians that help criminal organizations in achieving their shady deals around America and beyond.”
Claude: “All right, so you must be a member of this so-called elite group, right? Why do you do that? What do you get in exchange?”
Toreno: “Of course. We help criminal organizations in exchange of money and other favors too. If a foreign nation gives us problems or has something that we want, these organizations attempt to cause riots and other problems that cause instability, and even guerillas, so our government can get involved with the excuse of bringing peace, freedom and all that crap.”
Claude: “I see. So, let’s say, Vietnam was something created by the ministry?”
Toreno: “I can’t tell you anything else. Sorry. The best thing about the ministry is that we can hide all the facts. We can just rewrite history if we need to, so don’t try to tell anybody about this, because nobody will ever believe you, except a few freaks that hang out on the Internet, but that’s a different story, and you’ll also face the consequences.”
Claude: “All right, all right. Do you think I’m a snitch?”
Toreno: “No, but I’m surprised about how you talk a lot down here in Florida and you were mostly silent when you lived in Liberty.”
Claude: “If you ever live with a bitch like Catalina Vialpando, believe me, you won’t even want to whisper anything ever again... and besides, how do you know that?”
Toreno: “I investigated your sorry ass before you tried to kill me back at that warehouse.”
Tommy looks at Claude.
Tommy: “You tried to kill him?”
Claude: “Yeah, I thought he was going to do something to me after Ortega’s operation failed...”
Toreno: “Well, at least I managed to cover up that other crime scene too.”
Toreno looks at Tommy and points at Claude.
Toreno: “This boy causes too much problems, but his records show he might be worth having as a right-hand man.”
Tommy: “And what’s so remarkably outstanding about him anyway?”
Claude looks at Toreno.
Toreno: “He killed Salvatore Leone and exterminated the Colombian Cartel in Liberty City.”
Tommy is very surprised. He even stands up and turns around to look at Claude.
Tommy: “I can’t believe you did all that. I just can’t.”
Toreno: “I don’t know what brought him here, but as soon as he left Liberty City, all hell broke loose over there, and for some reason some Yakuza gang members, which seem to be associated in some way with him, were attacked by the Cartel at the Vercetti Resort. And the Mafia has been lurking around this place too.”
Tommy: “Speed, do you know what happened at the Vercetti Resort? That massacre cost me 2 million dollars in repairs, besides the usual PR overflow...”
Claude (sarcastic tone): “I have to say thanks to agent Toreno here for providing a brief history of my recent life.”
Claude clears his throat.
Tommy: “Wait! I remember your little whiny speech back at the mansion, just before this whole plot thing came to light, you said you were preventing me from doing something stupid with the Leones, does killing Salvatore has something to do with it?”
Claude: “I’m going to be honest with you, the Leones were somewhat weak in Liberty City after Salvatore was killed. The Yakuza told me that Fabrizio, Salvatore’s brother, was going to meet you on next spring in order to form an alliance of some sort so you could go back operating businesses in Liberty, and they could do the same down here in your turf.”
Tommy: “That’s stupid! I never arranged a meeting with the Leones. Not after they left me out from the casino business in Las Venturas. The Caligula’s casino operated by the Forellis and the Sindaccos wasn’t doing well, so I thought they would finally go bankrupt and that would’ve allowed me to buy the casino from them, but Salvatore decided to inject some money on the business and he became a partner. I wasn’t able to do anything in the mob-infested Venturas, so I had to scratch that plan out.”
Claude: “Ray told me something about that, but I didn’t know you wanted to be part of it. By the way, did you know your consigliere worked there?”
Tommy: “Ken worked at Caligula’s?”
Claude: “Yeah, Paul told me.”
Tommy: “I didn’t know that. I thought he was working on the music industry with some stupid rapper.”
Claude: “And how did he become your consigliere if he wasn’t working for you?”
Tommy: “He came back to Vice City in ’94, I heard about it and paid a visit to him. I was kinda in debt with him for everything he did back when I was a nobody in the city, so I made him my consigliere. Of course now I regret that decision. I wouldn’t be hiding in this sh*thole if it wasn’t for the most stupid thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
Claude: “Yeah, here we are hiding from the enemies you once crushed, or thought you crushed.”
Tommy gets a little angry.
Tommy: “All right, I trusted too much, but now that’s in the past and that’s why I don’t like you. I don’t care if you whacked out the Don of the Liberty City Mafia, if you want some respect from me, you have to earn it.”
Claude: “Well, I thought saving you and your son from certain death would’ve been more than enough. What else could you possibly want from me?”
Tommy laughs a little.
Tommy: “It’s obvious my son and I are just a couple of useless morons if we had to be saved by you. So, if you think you’re man enough, take out Ortega. He’s just a worthless bug you just have to crush, unlike the 800-pound gorilla Salvatore Leone you got rid of.”
Claude: “And how am I supposed to do that?”
Tommy: “You’re an expert in the disposal business. I’m sure you can come up with something.”
Claude: “Ok, but if I’m going to be working with you, you have to pay me.”
Tommy: “Of course. We’ll go tomorrow morning to get the money, I’ll give you some cash in advance and once you complete the job, you’ll earn not only millions of dollars, but you’ll also receive that respect from me you’re trying so desperately to get.”
Claude: “And to think I was trying to get YOUR help...”
Tommy: “I might not be the right man to help you in your personal vendetta with the Mafia...”
Tommy points at Toreno.
Tommy: “... but I certainly know who can.”
Claude: “The Ministry of Truth?”
Tommy: “Of course.”
Claude: “You’re stuck in here, how come they ain’t helping you beat Ortega?”
Toreno gets in the conversation.
Toreno: “Don’t be stupid! You know the FBI is with Ortega. The Ministry of Truth can’t mess with other rogue government agencies. We did that before and it wasn’t pretty.”
Tommy: “Besides, no government agency or politician has the Mafia’s back.”
Claude: “That’s what we think...”
Posted 30 September 2006 - 09:50 PM
pls GOD i want one!
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