GTA III, VC, & SA Trilogy End (Working Title)

[beanmachine43]

Only one thing. Wu Zi MU is triad.

Oh, thank you! Thanks for spotting that, I knew something sounded funny. Here, have a .

 

EDIT: Once again thanks. I've went over and corrected my errors. Let me know if I missed any, or I make the same mistake again.

Edited May 15, 2005 by beanmachine43

[beanmachine43]

Chapter 15

 

He sighs in relief, “Sweet, there you are!”

 

Sweet, Big Bear, and a few homies were tied to a few chairs.

 

“Carl, there you are. I’ve been waiting forever on ya,” Sweet says.

 

CJ pulls back out the switchblade.

 

“Where’s Chiquo?” Sweet asks.

 

“I'll tell you later, Sweet,” Ceaser says, staring at the ground.

 

CJ cuts everyone loose from their chairs.

 

“Dumbass Colombians! They left our fu*king straps right here!” Sweet and company grabbed their weapons.

 

“Ready?” CJ asks Sweet. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

 

“You know we’re gonna have to be quiet as possible, right?”

 

Sweet smiled, “Yeah, sure!” he yells.

 

Just then, an explosion occurs right where the door used to be.

 

“About time!” Sweet says.

 

Everyone opens fire through the smoke. One of the homies is hit in head, and dies instantly.

 

“Sh*t,” Sweet says, “Let’s go!”

 

They all moved through the smoke, trying to dodge enemy fire.

 

“C’mon nigga, let’s go!” Sweet says.

 

CJ ducked behind the couch. Everyone either ducked behind something, or decided to stick on the wall to avoid being in the line of fire.

 

“How’re we gonna leave, man?” Joey screams, firing blindly from the corner.

 

“They blocked our escape! We gotta fight our way out!” CJ screams, “Fu*k! How’d they know we was here?”

 

“There’s at least thirty Cartel down there!” Sweet yells.

 

As soon as he said that, CJ stood up and mowed down at seven or eight Cartel.

 

“Take that you mothafu*kas!” A bullet whizzed by his ear, and CJ took that as a sign and kneeled back down.

 

"It don’t matter homie, no matter how hard we try, more come!” Big Bear yells, trying to talk over the gunfire.

 

Eddie pulls out a grenade, with the pin off. “Oh sh*t holmes,” he says, “Where the fu*k’s the pin at?”

 

“Throw it nigga!” Sweet says.

 

“I don’t know where the pin is!”

 

Sweet then grabs the grenade and then proceeds to throw it down the hallway.

 

BOOM!

 

The blast nearly wiped out the whole group.

 

“Let’s go Carl!” Joey says as he runs down the hall, firing his .22 at the enemy.

 

Everyone gets up and follows Joey.

 

“Where’re you goin?” CJ asks.

 

Joey doesn’t respond, too busy firing rounds.

 

CJ looks behind him as he runs, his heart stopped. Down the hall, was a huge Colombian guard, equipped with an Bazooka!

 

CJ drops his huge weapon, hoping to gain some speed, “Get down!” he yells.

 

Everyone ducks and takes cover where they could find it. The Bazooka-wielding guard fires and the shell flies all the way to the opposite end of the hall.

 

BOOM!

 

The entire wall is taken out.

 

Big Bear stands up and empties an entire clip on the guard.

 

“C’mon!” Sweet says, taking the lead.

 

CJ, right behind Sweet, now sees that their ride is positioned in front of the demolished wall. “C’mon, jump it!” CJ yells.

 

Everyone gains speed and runs to the helicopter. Sweet jumps and makes it, CJ makes it, and everyone easily makes it, except for Bear, who slipped and nearly fell to his death.

 

CJ, about to close the door, looks back at the hall. Joey lay there motionless.

 

“Sh*t! Wait!” he says to the pilot.

 

Sweet jumps back into the hall, “I got it!”

 

He sprints and picks up Joey’s body. Sweet begins to run back to the heli.

 

“Get closer!” CJ yells at the pilot.

 

The pilot moves a few feet closer, “If we get any closer, we’ll go for sure!”

 

CJ looks behind Sweet and Joey, at least a dozen Colombians are at the end of the hall, firing down it.

 

Sweet who’s dodging gunfire, begins to tire.

 

“C’mon just a little more!” CJ says, holding his arm out. He sees Sweet won’t make it, so he grabs the Vulcan Cannon. He begins to fire down the hall, and cuts down the Cartel like they were blades of grass.

 

Sweet then jumps, with Joey in his arms, and barely makes it. He tosses Joey down and collapses.

 

“You okay, bro?” CJ asks.

 

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just get us to Woozie.”

 

Ceaser begins to close the door. CJ looks up one last time. He saw someone standing at the end of the hall. He had a leather jacket and dark green pants.

 

“Hey, don’t!” he starts.

 

“C’mon CJ!” Ceaser says, “We gotta get the fu*k outta here!”

 

CJ nods his head, “Okay… Hey, c’mon! Let’s get to Woozie’s!” he says to the pilot.

 

 

End of Part I

Edited May 15, 2005 by beanmachine43

[Drizz]

Wouldnt the bazooka boom all the f*cking floor?

[beanmachine43]

Wouldnt the bazooka boom all the f*cking floor? 

Hey, it's my story!

[MAcSandNinEs]

Hey bean, I assume he was kidding. Don't take it to heart. The Bazooka would boom the floor but a street gang wouldn't be walking around with M4s and there's no such person as Sean "Sweet" Johnson, or Melvin Harris, or there's no gang as Grove Street Families and no place called Los Santos, but Hey, it's fiction.~M$&9$~

[beanmachine43]

I did think he was kidding, that's why I added a smiley. And yes, the whole story is based on fictious things (is that a word?).

 

I don't think I described it correctly. What happened was, the guard fired the bazooka, and it took a huge chunk out of the building, including the floor. It kind of looked like this, but it was on the fifth floor, and the first few feet of floor was demolished too. That's the reason why they had to jump so far.

 

Almost done with Chapter 16, if anyone cares .

Edited May 15, 2005 by beanmachine43

[MAcSandNinEs]

I love this. I check it every ten minutes!~M$&9$~

[beanmachine43]

Part II

 

Chapter 16

 

“Is he gonna be alright?” CJ asks Woozie.

 

“Yes, CJ. There’s only two serious wounds, one in his chest, and one in the thigh.”

 

“So he’s gonna be alright?” he asks again.

 

“He’s gonna be fine. You look stressed Carl. Why don’t you go out and explore Liberty?”

 

CJ nods his head, “A’ight, I’ll see you in a few.”

 

He walks over to the Sentinel and gets in. He turns on Game FM.

 

“Na, fu*k that,” he says as he turns it off.

 

He turns the key in the ignition.

 

“A’ight, what to do, what to do…” he thinks as he pulls out of the parking lot.

 

He drives past Claude International, figuring it wouldn’t be too safe to hang out there for long.

 

He drives around Staunton and eventually parks next to a 24/7. He gets out and walks inside.

 

He walks around and looks for something to eat. He makes eye contact with the Asian clerk a few times.

 

“Buy or get out!” the clerk says.

 

Carl ignores him and continues to what he was doing.

 

"Buy now!” the clerk says again.

 

CJ, very annoyed, ignored that and resumed his actions.

 

“C’mon n*gger, hurry up!”

 

That sent Carl over the edge. He pulled out his Tech-9, cocked it, and aimed it directly at the clerk’s head, “Yeah, ain’t a nigga now, huh?”

 

The clerk shakes his head.

 

“You gonna die mothafu*ka!”

 

The clerk gets on his knees, “Please sir, don’t kill me.”

 

CJ stares in his eyes. “You ain’t gonna die, I’m just gonna stomp ya into the ground and rob ya.”

 

He then kicks the clerk in the head, and shoots the register a couple of times. The tray then flew open.

 

CJ grabbed all of the money and began to walk outside,

 

“Oh, and fu*k you, ya Racist!” He sprays the clerk in the back, unsure if the bullets had killed him.

 

 

“Yes!” CJ thought, “I finally got that rush I haven’t had in years!”

 

He figures he should “borrow” a new car and ditch the old one.

 

“Oh, look. A brand new Banshee, just for me!” he says to himself.

 

He hops into it, and drives off in the bright red convertible back to Woozie’s place.

 

The radio was already on, so CJ began to reach over to turn it off. But, he heard something that alarmed him:

 

“The LCPD has advised residents to stay in their house. Gang violence has escalated to the point where no one is safe. The LCPD have stated that they have things under control, and things will be suppressed by tomorrow.”

 

CJ nearly chokes on his Sprunk he stole from the 24/7. “Oh my God! Sh*t 5-0 in this town are pathetic!”

 

He continues to laugh all the way to Woozie’s place. He walks inside the complex with a smile on his face.

 

“What’s up with you, bro?” Sweet asks.

 

“Damn! You patched up already?” CJ asks.

 

Sweet smiles, “Sh*t! Them ball-sack-ass mothafu*kas can’t put down a GSF, homie!”

 

“I heard that nigga!” CJ says as he sits down next to him.

 

“What’re watching?” he asks.

 

“I don’t know, just some gay-ass TRL.”

 

CJ gets up, “Well in that case, I’ll go in the back.”

 

Sweet nods his head and continues to watch the T.V.

 

Carl turns the corner of the hallway and sees Joey sitting on the toilet.

 

“Oh sh*t! Sorry, homie!” he says, shielding his eyes from the horror.

 

“What? Oh, no, I’m tending to my injury,” he says.

 

CJ walks back in the bathroom, “What’d you do?”

 

Joey winces at the pain, “After I got grazed by that AK, my head bounced off the window seal.”

 

CJ makes a painful face, “Must’ve hurt, huh?”

 

Joey shakes his head sarcastically, “Oh no, it was fun!”

 

CJ smiles, “A’ight man, where’s everyone?”

 

“Uh, the beaners went to get some food,” he says.

 

“Hey, don’t use racist words around me. Ask the last guy who said something racist around me.”

 

Joey looks at CJ, and back at the ground as he cleansed his wound.

 

“Where’s Woozie?” CJ asks Joey.

 

“I don’t know. Oh, wait, probably playing mini-golf in the back.”

 

CJ smiles, “Yeah, that mohafu*ka loves to putt… A’ight I’ll see you in a few.”

 

Joey shakes his head, and continues to do what he was doing.

 

 

CJ walks down the hall.

 

“Woozie? Where are you?” He yells as looks in each room, “Damn, ya just had to choose a fu*king apartment for a base of operations,” he says to himself.

 

Carl decides to just walk straight down the hallway.

 

"CARL!"

 

CJ turns around, no one. He looks everywhere and no one to be found.

 

“Over here!”

 

CJ followed the voice to a door at the end of the hall.

 

As soon as he opened the door, he shielded his eyes from the bright light.

 

“Damn, man!” he says, in an angered tone.

 

“CJ, sit down.” The voice says in a stern tone.

 

CJ opens his eyes. He was in a steam room, complete with a hot tub, which had Woozie in it.

 

“Whaddup Woozie?” CJ asks, focusing his eyes.

 

“Doesn’t matter, we’re in trouble.”

 

CJ is puzzled, “Why? We just bombed on them Colombians.”

 

Woozie shakes his head, “Exactly, the Cartel were working for Claude.”

 

CJ sighs, “I thought they were with Vercetti!”

 

Woozie shakes his head, “No, they were neutral and just did little jobs for both Claude and Vercetti. Then, Claude asked for some back-up, in return they’d get a piece of the pie.”

 

“Damn, so we just helped Vercetti get stronger?” Carl asked.

 

“Yes, we basically did.” Woozie says.

 

“Damn! We gotta take down one of these fu*kers!”

 

Woozie shakes his head, “No, if we make our move on one, then the other will catch us when we’re tired and worn out.”

 

CJ tries to think, “Okay, since Vercetti’s stronger-”

 

Woozie stops CJ, “No, wrong! We can’t go around like that! We’re going to wait for back-up from the Haitians.”

 

CJ sighs in relief, “Finally, some good news.”

 

Woozie gets out of the hot tub, “Okay, look CJ, you have to rendezvous with the Haitians at Francis.”

 

CJ hangs his head, “Again? Damn, that’s like the fifth time since I’ve been there!”

 

Woozie shrugs his shoulders and left the room.

 

“Hey, when are they gonna be there?” CJ asks Woozie.

 

“In about an hour!” he yells back.

 

CJ grabbed a street sweeper leaned next to the hot tub.

 

“Damn, better bring this shotty!” he says to himself.

 

He looks it over, it basically was a modified SPAS 12, it was more accurate, and had a faster firing rate.

 

“Here I go,” CJ says as he turns back towards the door.

 

[sean "sweet" johnson]

This is an awesome story! or

 

oh and this kinda reminds me of the mafia trying to gain control of calicuga (sp?)

[anus]

Great story. I read all of it and loved it. You are the best writer I know in the forum . Keep it up!

[beanmachine43]

Almost done with Chapter 17, but I need to know this before I post it: Do any of you know the name of the dam in Shoreside Vale (if it even has one)?

[MAcSandNinEs]

Just name it "Shoreside Dam" or something like that. Nobody will care.~M$&9$~

[beanmachine43]

Chapter 17

 

CJ gets into the banshee and sets the shotgun in the back. He turns the key, and pulls out of the parking lot. CJ looks in his rearview mirror, and sees a Family member waving his arms frantically behind him.

 

CJ turns around and stops next to him, “What is it, homie?” CJ asks.

 

“I wanna come!” he says, out of breath.

 

“Uh, I don’t know,” CJ starts, “Wait, aren’t you Tyrone?”

 

He nods his head.

 

“Oh, alright, get in,” CJ says.

 

Tyrone gets in the passenger seat and closes the door.

 

CJ turns back around and pulls back onto the main road.

 

“Where’re we goin?” Tyrone asks.

 

CJ shifts gears, “Oh, we’re heading over to the airport.”

 

“Cool,” he replies.

 

CJ stops the car and pulls into a nearby parking garage.

 

“Where’re ya going, CJ?” Tyrone asks.

 

CJ ignores him and continues to drive within the garage.

 

Finally, he reached the roof.

 

“Wow, we must be six stories in the air,” Tyrone says, sarcastically.

 

CJ gets out and walks over to the edge of the building.

 

“What’re doing, homie?” Tyrone asks, very curious.

 

“I’m scoping out Claude,” CJ says, pointing over to the huge building, “That’s Claude International,” he says.

 

Tyrone looks over the building, his jaw hanging, “How high’s that?” he asks.

 

“About, a hundred stories,” CJ says, trying to find something.

 

”What is it?” Tyrone asks, now looking back at CJ.

 

“Nothing, just trying to find Claude,” he replies.

 

Tyrone laughs, “You think he’s just gonna stand in front a window, waiting to get shot?”

 

CJ nods his head, “Yeah, Claude ain’t scared, neither am I.”

 

Tyrone makes a puzzled face, “Wait, what’re you trying to say?”

 

CJ looks back at Tyrone, “We’re in a good position to get sniped right now.”

 

Tyrone ducks behind a car, “Fu*k that!”

 

CJ walks back to the banshee,

 

“I already spotted him, let’s go.” Tyrone scrambles to the banshee, nearly tripping over his own leg.

 

“Why’d you do that?” Tyrone asks.

 

“I said I was trying to spot Claude, which I did,” CJ says. “Oh yeah, well then where was he?”

 

CJ smiles, “Why do you ask so many fu*king questions? Damn, nigga!”

 

Tyrone looks ahead, and remains quiet the rest of the trip to the airport.

 

 

“Here we go,” CJ says, as he sees at least fifty Haitians standing outside the airport.

 

“Damn, all them with us?” Tyrone asks.

 

“Yeah,” CJ replies. He pulls up next to the crowd of Haitians.

 

“How’s it going?” he says as he gets out of the banshee, grabbing his street sweeper.

 

“We are fine.”

 

A huge Haitian emerged from the group.

 

“Damn,” Tyrone whispers to CJ.

 

“Where is Joey Salvatore?” the Haitian says with a distinct accent.

 

“Follow us,” CJ says as he walks over back to his car.

 

“No!”

 

CJ turns back around, “What’d you just say?”

 

The man walks over to CJ, he had to be at least seven feet tall,

 

“I said NO!”

 

CJ puts his hand in front of his face in disgust, “Damn! Do you know what dental care is?”

 

The huge Haitian became furious, “What did you just say?”

 

CJ pushes him, “I said you breath smells like death!”

 

The huge man pulled back his arm, ready to lunge it forward.

 

“STOP!”

 

Everyone looked to find the source of the noise.

 

The huge Haitian stands still and hangs his head, “Sorry,” he says.

 

Then, another man emerged from the crowd, “Move!” he says.

 

The huge giant moves back to the gang of Haitians.

 

“What do you want?” The other man asks.

 

“We’re here to pick you up,” CJ says. He now got a good look of the man. He was just short of six feet, pretty skinny for his size, had a clean cut face and beard, and had a purple T-shirt with the word RELAX on it.

 

“You work with Salvatore?”

 

CJ nodded his head, “Yeah, I’m here on his behalf.”

 

The man held out his fist, “Name’s Kiloke.”

 

CJ gave him some dap, “What’s the name again?”

 

“It’s pronounced Key-Oh-Kay.”

 

“A’ight,” CJ starts, “So, you wanna head over to see Joey Salvatore?”

 

Kiloke nodded his head, “Yeah, we’ll be there.”

 

CJ gets in his car, “You sure you have a way there?”

 

Kiloke nodded his head. “Okay, see ya in a few,” CJ says, putting the street sweeper in the trunk of his car.

 

CJ and Tyrone got in the car and drove back to Woozie’s.

 

“That was boring…” Tyrone says. “You’ll get your moment,” CJ says, smiling.

 

[Drizz]

its Cochrane Dam. Edited May 17, 2005 by Drizz

[beanmachine43]

CJ and Tyrone got out of the Banshee, and walked over to the poolside.

 

“Where’re the Haitians?” Joey asks, still holding onto the back of his head.

 

“They said they’d be here,” CJ says.

 

“What? You didn’t pick them up?”

 

CJ looks at Joey as if he was retarded, “I had a two-seater, Joe.”

 

Joey nods his head, “Yeah, but still…”

 

Then, they heard the sounds of engines.

 

“Where’s that coming from?” Tyrone asks.

 

Big Bear, Sweet, Ceaser, Mike, and Eddie come out of the complex, with their weapons.

 

"Look, it's some boats!" Tyrone points out towards the water.

 

“Who is it?” Sweet asks, looking over the balcony.

 

“I don’t know,” CJ answers.

 

A man enters the poolside area.

 

“Get the fu*k outta here!” Big Bear says, cocking his weapon.

 

“He’s good,” CJ says, calming Bear down.

 

The man was actually Kiloke, “How’s it going?” he asks everyone.

 

“Where’s your crew at?” Ceaser asks.

 

As soon as he said that, the same fifty Haitians appeared behind Kiloke.

 

“Hey, Kiloke,” CJ starts.

 

“What?” Kiloke asks.

 

“How come you don’t have an accent like the rest of ya?”

 

Kiloke shakes his head, “A story for another time, my friend. For now, we need to figure out how we’re gonna take down Vercetti.”

 

Woozie walks outside, “What do you mean Vercetti?” he asks.

 

“We’re not going to help if you’re on good terms with Vercetti, are you?”

 

Sweet shakes his head, “Hell no! That mothafu*ka nearly killed us!”

 

Kiloke smiles, “Good, then we shall be on our way.”

 

Carl tries to stop him, “You’re going to go now?”

 

Kiloke turns back around, “Yes, that’s why we came, right?”

 

CJ turns back to everyone, “Ready?”

 

Everyone nods their head.

 

“Let’s go bro!” Sweet says, picking back up his AK.

 

 

CJ got in the Banshee, along with Sweet.

 

“Let me drive for once,” Sweet says.

 

“Sure, homie,” CJ replies.

 

They switch seats and Sweet pulls out of the parking lot.

 

“Just follow Kiloke.”

 

Sweet nods his head and drives on.

 

“Hey, follow us!” CJ yells to his accomplices behind him. They all give him a nod, understanding their order.

 

CJ turns back around and sits down, “So, you ready?” he asks.

 

Sweet keeps his eyes on the road, “Yeah, except this fu*king bullet is still in me.”

 

CJ looks at Sweet, “Are you gonna be alright?”

 

Sweet nods his head, “Yeah, I’ll be fine CJ.”

 

CJ now looked ahead. He saw around twenty Voodoos ahead of them, all filled with Haitians. Sweet accelerated and pulled in front of the Haitians.

 

CJ turned around and saw Kiloke telling his driver to go faster. “You suck!” CJ yells at him in a competitive tone.

 

Carl looks to his left, and saw something that nearly caused him to fall off the car.

 

“Stop!” CJ yells at the Haitians.

 

A semi-truck flying down the road, was heading straight for them. Kiloke and the rest of the Haitians acknowledged CJ’s warning and started to fire at the truck.

 

CJ grabbed Sweet’s AK, “Lemme borrow this,” he says as he grabs it.

 

“Oh SH*T!” Sweet yells. There was a roadblock ahead of them and everybody stopped in the middle of the intersection.

 

“Sh*t! Shoot the gas tank!” CJ yells, trying to land his shots at the gas tank.

 

When the truck was about twenty yards away from them, it exploded and flipped over the intersection. Everyone ducked to avoid excess material from the explosion.

 

Finally, the wrecked semi landed on the opposite side of the intersection it came from, and came to a screeching halt.

 

“Everyone alright?!” CJ yells.

 

Everyone sat up, and Carl didn’t see anyone missing, “Who was that?” CJ asks.

 

Kiloke gets back in his Voodoo, “It was probably some suicidal punks from Vercetti,” he says, “They already know we’re here.”

 

CJ sat back down, “Where’re we going?” he asks, handing Sweet his AK back.

 

Kiloke drives next to Sweet and CJ, “We’re heading over to one of Vercetti’s main source of income.” He then drove off towards Shoreside Vale.

 

“Follow ‘em,” CJ says to Sweet.

 

 

“Where are we?” Sweet asks CJ, still following the Voodoo.

 

“I don’t know, I haven’t been in Shoreside Vale for years,” he replies.

 

CJ turned around to see if they lost their crew. They were still there, keeping distant from each other to avoid attention.

 

“Damn, where is Kiloke goin?” CJ asks himself.

 

Then, Kiloke pulled onto a small road. Sweet followed, as did everybody else.

 

Finally, Kiloke pulled onto the Cochrane Dam. Sweet parked next to him, and both CJ and him got out.

 

“Why are we on a fu*king dam?” Sweet asks, confused as hell.

 

“Tommy Vercetti uses this dam as a drug plant,” he says, looking at the view.

 

“How the hell does he do that?” Sweet asks.

 

“You’ll find out after we get in there,” he replies.

 

“So what’re we gonna do?” CJ asks.

 

Everybody is now there, and they all huddled together.

 

“Wait, I thought there was more of ya,” Sweet says to Kiloke.

 

“Oh, some of us are hanging around the entrance,” he says, “We don’t want any uninvited guests.”

 

“Okay Kiloke, what are we doing?” CJ asks, this time a little more irritated.

 

“Nothing big, we’re just blow the entire thing to smithereens.”

 

CJ continued to stare at him, “What’d you say?”

 

“I said, we’re going to blow up this dam to smithereens,” he says, this time a little more slower and clearer.

 

“What the fu*k is your problem?” Sweet asks, “You can’t just blow up a fu*king dam, damn!”

 

Kiloke grins, “This isn’t your average dam, guys. Like I said before, Vercetti uses this as a drug plant.”

 

“What stuff do they specialize in?” Big-Bear asks, smiling.

 

“Crack and SPANK.”

 

Sweet cocks his AK, “Oh sh*t! We’re gonna blow that place to Hell! You in, Carl?”

 

CJ looks back at everyone, they looked as if they were raring to go.

 

“A’ight, let’s do this,” he says.

 

“Yes! I knew you’d agree. Now look, this is what we’re gonna do,” he starts.

 

[sean "sweet" johnson]

MORE MORe

 

This is the best story i've ever read!

[beanmachine43]

Kiloke worked out the whole plan with the group right there. After Kiloke went through the last detail, everyone moved out, grabbing their straps along the way. Everybody was separated into four groups. One group was on sentry patrol, meaning they’d watch for any suspicious activity in the area. The second group was the demolition squad, they’d move into the belly of the beast, and plant the explosives. The other two groups were separated into fire teams. One would lead the way, while the other would stay back and protect the demo squad.

 

“Okay,” Joey says, “So who’s on which team?”

 

Kiloke looks over his plans, “Okay, look at this.”

 

He hands CJ a piece of paper with names on it.

 

Sentry Squad:

Mike

10 Haitians

 

Demo Squad:

Kiloke

Ceaser

Joey

5 Haitians

 

Fireteam 1 (protection squad):

Sweet

Eddie

10 Haitians

 

Fireteam 2 (Lead squad):

CJ

Tyrone

5 Haitians

 

 

“You all got your parts?” Kiloke asks.

 

“Yeah, we all ready, homie,” CJ says, cocking his Tech.

 

Kiloke grabs his M4 “Alright, get into your groups; we’ve been here way too long as it is.”

 

 

CJ and Tyrone grabbed a few of the Haitians.

 

CJ spoke first, “A’ight, look… We don’t have time to introduce ourselves. So, we’re just gonna have to wing it, okay?”

 

Everyone nods their head.

 

“Okay, let’s go.”

 

They make their way down towards the nearest ventilation shaft.

 

“We can’t fit in there, Carl,” Tyrone says.

 

“Shut up! I’m the captain of this squad. This squad is the assault team. So, basically, that means I control almost everyone here. So you can shut the fu*k up,” CJ says, in an annoyed tone.

 

“Damn CJ! Why you so pissed?”

 

“I’m just trying to get in this place,” CJ says, still trying to undo the bolts, “I’ll feel more comfortable when we’re not so vulnerable.”

 

Finally, he succeeded, and through the cover over the side of the dam. After a few feet of sliding down the side, it hits a bump and falls in the water with a distant splash.

 

“Ready?” Kiloke asks CJ.

 

“Yeah, I got this!” CJ replies, “Let’s go!”

 

He went in first, as he didn’t know it would be a bumpy ride down the chute.

 

“Awwwww, sh******t!!!” he yelled as he felt his rear smashing and grinding down the metal sides.

 

Tyrone jumped next, and everyone followed.

 

 

CJ landed in water with a splash. He stood up and looked around. No one was in sight.

 

“Good,” he thought to himself.

 

He suddenly heard some yelling. He turned around and looked into the chute. He saw a Nike shoe blast him in the nose.

 

“Oww! He said as he was going down. He landed back in the shallow water.

 

“Oh, sorry homie.”

 

It was actually Tyrone’s shoe.

 

“It’s a’ight cuz. I didn’t know you were right behind me,” CJ said.

 

Then, the rest of the crew came through the chute.

 

“You guys ready?” CJ asked to the team as they were preparing themselves.

 

“Yeah, just watch yourself, bro,” Sweet said.

 

“Wait, how come no one’s seen us yet?” Joey asked, still scratching the back of his skull.

 

“We’re in the abandoned sector. This part of the dam is the actual government funded,” Kiloke said, “It’s just that Vercetti leaves this part to his henchmen, who rarely are in this sector. We better be going though, as it’s too much of a risk to take.”

 

They separated back into their respective groups. CJ looked around, he saw the ceiling leaking water, “Damn, don’t inspector dudes check this place?”

 

Kiloke shook his head, “No, Vercetti is more powerful than the government, as is Claude. Even though that’s a hard thing to understand, it’s true.”

 

Sweet now shook his head, “That’s impossible, nigga!”

 

Kiloke smiled, “No, it isn't. He continually pays the government, that’s how they’re paying for the war in the Middle-East.”

 

“I thought the president got money from someone?” Tyrone asked.

 

“No, he didn’t get it from the U.N. That was just a cover story. He really got it from Vercetti, and he’s in debt. Vercetti might attempt a hit on the president.”

 

Sweet’s eyes were wide open, “Damn, that dude’s crazy!”

 

CJ moved ahead, “Look, can’t we talk about this later? We just gotta blow this place to hell and leave.”

 

Everyone nodded their head, and followed Carl.

 

 

CJ now looked at his surroundings. They were in a dark tunnel, with tons puddles on the floor. He looked towards the end, and saw a faint light.

 

Kiloke, seeing CJ looking, speaks up, “We aren’t going that far, CJ. We’re just trying to find a ladder leading up to the main pump room.”

 

CJ nodded his head. He then saw a ladder to his left, “Hey look! There’s one right there.”

 

Everyone goes next to the ladder.

 

“Get ready,” CJ said.

 

He then slowly opened the hatch, and looked through the tiny crack.

 

“What do you see?” Sweet asked.

 

CJ squinted, trying to focus his eyes, “Uh, it’s really dark.”

 

“Yep, that’s the pump room,” Kiloke said, “Okay, we’re gonna climb up to the main pumping station. Then, I’ll plant the bombs, and dip back here. After we’re all here, we’re going to have run all the way towards that light. I don’t want to tell you what’s on the outside, just follow me.”

 

Eddie spoke up, “How come you won’t tell us, holmes?”

 

Kiloke smiled, “I don’t think you’d want to know. Besides, it’s too late to back down now, right?”

 

Eddie responded by nodding his head.

 

“Alright, go ahead CJ,” Kiloke said.

 

Carl nodded his head and opened the hatch.

 

[beanmachine43]

Chapter 20

 

All he could see was darkness, but he tried to serve the area anyway. “

 

All clear,” he said quietly.

 

Quietly as possible, one by one, they all climbed up to CJ’s level. After everyone was there, CJ closed the hatch, “Let’s go.”

 

Kiloke and his squad moved and planted the bomb at the first pump. “One down, five to go,” Kiloke said under his breath. Sweet and his crew continued to follow Kiloke.

 

CJ, Tyrone, and the five Haitians looked around the place.

 

“Damn, better turn this on,” Tyrone said.

 

He then pulled out a flashlight and turned it on. He shined the light up towards the ceiling. CJ saw they were in a section of the dam that had to be at least two stories. They were on the bottom floor, and he saw a cement catwalk that circled the entire room. It had pillars every few yards.

 

“Damn, this place is perfect for an ambush,” CJ thought to himself.

 

“Okay, halfway done,” Kiloke said as he moved to pump number four.

 

Just then, CJ heard a noise.

 

“What was that?” he asked Tyrone.

 

“I don’t know, but it came from over there,” he answered, while shining the light on one of the pillars.

 

“Turn it off, now,” CJ commanded as quietly as possible.

 

“Why?” Tyrone asked as he turned it off.

 

CJ didn’t respond, he was listening for any other unusual sounds.

 

“That’s four,” Kiloke said.

 

“Damn!” CJ thought. He then tapped Tyrone on the shoulder and nodded his head towards the hatch. Tyrone understood him and followed.

 

“Five,” Kiloke said.

 

CJ then quickly moved through the maze of pumps and reached the hatch, with Tyrone right behind him, “C’mon! Hurry up,” CJ demanded quietly.

 

There was no response. CJ waited for one.

 

“Got it,” he heard Kiloke say.

 

Before CJ could avoid it, it happened. Gunfire erupted from above.

 

“Sh*t! What the fu*k’s going on?” Sweet screamed as he ducked behind a pump.

 

CJ pulled out his Tech-9 and started to fire at the weapon muzzles.

 

“Damn! How’d they know?” Tyrone asked, trying to talk over the gunfire.

 

“I don’t know!” Kiloke screamed as he shot towards the catwalk.

 

CJ’s clip ran out of bullets, “Fu*k! I knew I should’ve checked it before I left!”

 

He then sprung the hatch open, “Let’s go!”

 

He finally got a good look of the scene. Dead Haitians littered the floor. The few that were left were dying or scrambling for cover.

 

“C’MON!” Kiloke screamed as he picked up a 9mm and started to fire blindly at the catwalk.

 

He caught one and he fell from the second story. He bounced off a pump and fell through their exit. CJ watched all of this in horror. He looked around as everyone climbed back down past him.

 

“Where’s Sweet?” he asked Kiloke as he went down the ladder.

 

“I don’t know, let’s go!” he replied.

 

“Fu*k that! I ain’t gonna smash on my blood!” CJ then ran towards where he last saw him. Sweet was pinned down in a little space inside a pump.

 

“You hit?” CJ yelled.

 

“Na, I’m cool! Let’s go!” Sweet answered, happy to see his brother. He then climbed out of his place and smashed towards the hatch. CJ followed, and started to fire a Mac-10 he picked up off the ground. Sweet jumped through the hole. CJ followed, closing the hatch door behind him.

 

 

He and Sweet looked towards the end of the tunnel. Everyone else was nearly at the end. They then stopped and signaled CJ and Sweet to follow. They then started to sprint towards their homies.

 

“C’mon, CJ! Hurry up!” Sweet yelled, grabbing CJ’s arm.

 

CJ stumbled, but maintained his balance. They both looked behind themselves, and saw a dozen figures firing at them from a distance.

 

“Damn! Why does our jobs always end up like this?” Sweet cried.

 

CJ then pulled out the bomb detonator. They were at least thirty feet from their destination. CJ saw Kiloke and the rest of them jump into the light.

 

He looked at Sweet, both of them still sprinting as fast as they could, “C’mon, we gotta jump!” CJ screamed.

 

He pressed the button and threw the detonator on the ground. They both heard a loud explosion, and turned to see their enemies running for their lives. They only made it a few feet, as the explosion nearly gobbled the entire tunnel.

 

A bullet whizzed in between their heads as they jumped through the light. They could feel the heat of the blast on the small of their backs. CJ closed his eyes, blinded from the bright light.

 

He then opened his eyes, and saw the ocean below them. Everything then became a blur going past him. He was falling at a alarming speed. Even Sweet’s body, which was right below him, seemed a bit strange.

 

“FUUUU*K!!!” They screamed, bracing for impact.

 

[Drizz]

nice man keep em comin g

[Cuse510]

This is really good, beanmachine. Keep up the good work. The only part I'm confused about is this:

He caught one and he fell from the second story. He bounced off a pump and fell through their exit. CJ watched all of this in horror. He looked around as everyone climbed back down past him.

 

Is that Tyrone who died or someone else?

[beanmachine43]

This is really good, beanmachine. Keep up the good work. The only part I'm confused about is this:

He caught one and he fell from the second story. He bounced off a pump and fell through their exit. CJ watched all of this in horror. He looked around as everyone climbed back down past him.

 

Is that Tyrone who died or someone else?

 

Yeah, I kinda half-assed it there, sorry. Here's what happened: Kiloke was running to over to where CJ was. He pulled out a strap and started to fire at the enemies. He shot one and the victim fell over the rail, bounced off a pump, and fell down the hatch CJ opened. Oh, and the last part was CJ looking around to see if he forgot anyone.

 

Hopefully, I cleared everything up.

[Cuse510]

Ok, I get it now.

[D Jones]

Great job. I never expected stories like this from you (not to be disrespectful) but yes I agree, this is one of the best GTA stories i've read in awhile. Keep it up.

[beanmachine43]

Thanks D, I know what you're saying. I get alot of that for some reason. Oh, quick question, can I get some feedback on how to continue the story? I have a few ideas, but I don't think they're that good. Please, PM me if you have some ideas.

[anus]

Fantastic story, man! As I said before, this is the best story I have read. Keep it coming. Oh and it is your story, but I wanted to make a suggestion. What about including Vice City in your story as well, like Tommy Vercetti's mansion for example. Just a suggestion though. Again keep up the goofd work!

[F-s-X]

I just read through it all and I must say that this is great

keep up the good work.

 

I got a little confused about the Yakuza and the Traids though.

[beanmachine43]

I just read through it all and I must say that this is great

keep up the good work.

 

I got a little confused about the Yakuza and the Traids though.

Okay, here's what's going on with them:

 

The Triads went with Grove St. and the Aztecas to LC. The Yakuza got word of it and stole SA from Grove St. and all of them. So, the Triads figured with Grove St. and the Aztecas will probably go back to SA, leaving them with most control over the East Side.

 

Hope that made sense.

[F-s-X]

I just read through it all and I must say that this is great

keep up the good work. 

 

I got a little confused about the Yakuza and the Traids though.

Okay, here's what's going on with them:

 

The Triads went with Grove St. and the Aztecas to LC. The Yakuza got word of it and stole SA from Grove St. and all of them. So, the Triads figured with Grove St. and the Aztecas will probably go back to SA, leaving them with most control over the East Side.

 

Hope that made sense.

Yeah I think I got it now, thanks.

 

So when is your new chapter comming up, I can't wait.

 

F-s-X

[Cuse510]

Are you still writing this beanmachine, or are you done? Hopefully you're not done, because this is a really good story .

 

Also, you should drop by SOL chat more often. I think the rule is if you don't post in there for like 3 weeks or so, you will get kicked out, so just post there once in a while.

[beanmachine43]

At school right now. My internet’s down at my place, so I won’t be able to post for awhile. If you can, Cuse, tell the guys at SOL for me.