The Liberty Drift.

[Lochie_old]

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Chapter One: The Fee

 

A car swerves around the corner, at 100 k/m's per an hour, its easily out run the rest of the racers. As it goes on the final home stretch, another car shoots right past it, its a purple Elegy. The driver of the other car ram's the Elegy, it loses control and hits an on-coming tram, the two collide, and go up in a giant explosion.

 

The driver smiles at this destruction, he passes the finishing line, and just stop's, he gets out of his car. A bystander approaches him,

 

"Dude, you've got one sick Sabre, how'd you trick it out so it can go that fast..." His question is unfinished as the driver is hushed away in a mob. A man jumps into the Sabre and drives off, bystanders are confused as what is happening. As a black Sentinel follows the Sabre, a giant convoy rolls off after it.

 

Two men are conversing in a lounge room, there are various antiques and leather couches, they are smoking cigars.

 

"I told you the boy would win, now fork over the million..." One says,

 

"No! You call killing one of the racers a win? Thats cheating... I thought even you Leones would know that..." The other replys,

 

"You know..." The first man is cut off by a knock on the door, "What?!" he yells, the door opens and a man walks in.

 

"Joey, the racer is here to see you" He shoves a young man dressed in a Madd Dogg jacket. Hes white, about 22 years of age and has bleached hair.

 

"Yeah foo', wheres my share of the cash?" He sounds annoyed.

 

"Boy, just take a seat here. Our friend doesn't seem to want to pay up" Joey tells the racer, he then turns to the man.

 

"Here look, you Dang Nan boys or whatever the hell you are, are just new here to Liberty City. Now, you play by my rules. He won the race, we agreed on it, and now you pay the cash"

 

"Never, your racer cheated!" The racer snickers,

 

"Foo', I never cheat! It's how we race out there, theres no love or sympathy on the track"

 

"James, quiet. Now look Hanjo, you are going to pay up right NOW! I am a very busy man, I don't have time for any of this sh*t." Tony is very annoyed,

 

"Im not paying, thats final!" Hanjo tells Joey, smiling.

 

"Bad choice, James!" Joey bellows,

 

James O'Cassidy was new to the Liberty City racing scene, but he was feared by many on the Vice City track,

 

"Tell the guards to tie this man to the front of the orange Stinger."

 

Tony got up, and walked out. It was just James and Hanjo sitting there for five minutes, four guards walked in. They grabbed Hanjo,

 

"What are you doing? I can't be touched!" He screams, James just grabs a cigar and lights it. The guards drag Hanjo out, he starts screeching and kicking, one of the men hit him in the head.

 

"Shut up!" He roars at him,

 

Joey walks back in, he chucks a briefcase full of cash.

 

"$250,000. Just as we agreed, I'll give you an extra $150,000 if you can make this guy cough up the money. He's downstairs in the garage, you know what do" Joey throws him the keys, James walks out of the room, takes a puff from his cigar. He walks through the hallway, he then reaches a stairwell, he walks downstairs into the garage, theres the four guards tying Hanjo to the car,

 

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Hanjo is still screaming, James walks over to the Stinger, jumps into the seat, puts the keys in and starts the car.

 

"A'ight jackass, Joey is sick of yo' sorry sh*t, now. Before I start, do you wanna pay up?"

 

"No! Do your worst!" Hanjo screeches from the front.

 

James speeds down the dirt driveway, onto the street. He clocks it up to 70 k/m's. and then drives on the wrong side of the road,

 

"sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!" Hanjo yells, James spots a parked Packer up ahead. He floors it up to 90 k/m's, and then hits the ramp of the Packer, he flys over it and several other cars, he hits the breaks and does a donut.

 

"Do you wanna pay up now?" James asks,

 

"You fool! Nang boys are coming right now!"

 

James turns around, three PCJ-900's are chasing.

 

"Bikers? Yo foo', I can out run these guys anyday."

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Chapter 2: The Chase

 

"SLOW DOWN YOU FOOL!" Hanjo screams, James punches the gas and drifts a corner. The 3 PCJ's follow his every move, he spots a ramp up-ahead on an overpass.

 

"What the hell..." He mutters, he goes flying off it, the bonnet of the car falls off, one PCJ misses the jump, the bike hits the ledge and the driver goes flying off. The two other bikes launch off, one loses balance in mid-air and falls to his death, the final one stays steady. James lands it and speeds down the road, up ahead theres a police blockade.

 

"What's happened here?" James murmurs, he heads straight for it, a police officer turns around.

 

"Repeat, slow down now!" Someone says, James punches it. A blue Kurama screams past. James heads straight over the bridge that leads to Stauton, he speeds up it, by the time he notices that theres a giant part of it missing, his car plunges into the water.

 

Current Day

 

"James, what the hell are you doing?" Someone yells at him,

 

A 25 year old man, with black, spiked hair and a nice buisness suit walks over.

 

"Yeah, what?" He asks back,

 

"What? Your expected to beat that Diablo fool!" The man continues yelling at him,

 

"Sonny, calm the f*ck down. I'm not racing 'till all this San Fierro Rifa sh*t is sorted out, I'm not gonna have any small Columbian pin-dicks pushing drugs in my territory, you tell Joey that if he wants me to race, hes gonna elimnate these f*ckers" He says smoothly, he takes a puff from his cigar.

 

"I'm on it, fine. Now f*cking win that race!"

 

James walks outside of the apartment, its over looking Saint Marks Bistro. He walks across the street to a purple Sabre with racing striples and flames, he starts the car. The car starts, he heads to Diablo territory.

 

"I thought you meatballs weren't gonna show, ready to race ese?" His voice had a heavy Mexican accent.

 

"Ready, lets make this sh*t interesting" James smirks,

 

"How?"

 

James dials 911.

 

"Umm... Police! We have a drag race starting in Hepburn Heights" He hangs up,

 

"Oooh, you retard!" The driver yells at James.

 

"Scared of some police? Let's make the bet higher, $50,000 and a pink slip."

 

"Your on, you spaghetti pushing bitch" The man says,

 

"No-one leaves 'till we hear police sirens." James says flatly.

 

30 seconds later they were off and racing.

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Edited June 5, 2006 by ~PhusioN~

[Lochie_old]

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Chapter 3: Impounded

 

"YOU STUPID ITALIAN BITCH!" The driver yells at James as he is slammed up against the hood of the cop car. James sits in the back of the other police car,

 

"God damnit..." He curses, he had the lead. He had it won until that dumbarse mexican pulled out his Tec-9 and started spraying bullets everywhere, thats when the cops got serious.

 

An police man got into the front of the car, he started the engine and they drove to the police station on Portland.

 

"James O'Cassidy... The famous drag racer... The guy who has never been caught, except for the time you drove off the bridge... Killing that asian guy and starting another giant Triad vs. Mafia battle... How the hell didn't you notice the rubble?" The police man asks,

 

"It's just what happens... How big of a bribe would it take to make you let me go?" James asks,

 

"I'm not a corrupt cop, but $5,000 and you can escape" He says happily, he pulls over, gets out and pulls James out of the back seat. He unlocks him, James opens his wallet.

 

"Thank you" James says to him, he walks off.

 

"Just remember you car is impounded" The officer yells.

 

James pulls out his mobile phone and makes a call,

 

"Sonny, is my turf probelm fixed yet?"

 

"It just got worse..."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"The police raided the Leone's gentlemen club... All the Leone's have been arrested except for you and me."

 

"What?! How?!" James is shocked,

 

"It turns out that bitch Luigi was wearing a wire..."

 

"I never liked that pindick anyway... What are we doing?" James asks,

 

"You and me are going to sunny ol' Vice to sort out a probelm, some jackasses... The Street Wannabes or some sh*t are trying to muscle their way into the small street racing bracket were running. I'll brief you on the plane, grab your sh*t from the apartment and get your ass over to the airport in Shoreside Vale. And try not to drive like a retard, the cops are still looking for me and you" He hung up. James called a taxi, he went to his apartment in Saint Mark's, packed everything. But before he left, he opened up his closet and pulled out a shoebox, inside was a .45. He tucked it into his pocket. He grabbed the keys to his Cheetah. He rarely used this car, only for impressing the ladies or when his Sabre was being upgraded.

 

He sped through the Liberty Tunnel, he came out at Shoreside. He took the scenic route to the airport, his phone went off.

 

"Kid, your on your own. I've left everything you need to know on the Mafia jetplane, you gotta there quick before the cops get you... Like they did to me"

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Should I change to that script setting? E.g.

 

Billy: Should I?

Bob: Or shouldn't I?

 

Or keep going with this? Btw, some feed back would be nice

[Moth]

keep it as is and keep it up

peace out