GTA: Old Times

[TonyZimmzy]

Hi, I'm not dead.

 

No free time right now, but just to say the stories aren't dead, and Heart City part 3 is in the works.

 

Thanks, see you all soon.

[TonyZimmzy]

I had the free time to post that I had no free time, so I found out I had some free time to write a chapter. It was already half finished for a while anyway, but meh. Here's the second part of Still Searching, late as always .

 

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Chapter 63: Crisis (2)

May 31st, 1995: Los Santos, San Andreas [6:22pm]

Danny: Guess that means... (Watches nearly a dozen black cars coming towards Grove street at a hundred miles per. hour.) The f*ck's this?

 

The other three rise to their feet.

 

Jake: (Looks at Alan and then to Mark) I don't like this one bit...

 

Mark starts to sprint back over to the house, but two of the cars handbrake skid to a halt at a 90 degree angle a few feet from where they were standing, and Mark stops. The window rolls down, and a hand, gloved up extends out the window holding an Uzi. All four feel a hideous fear overcome them, and they're frozen with fear. One single shot is fired, and it hits.

 

Danny: (Grabs his stomach and looks down to see blood oozing all over his palms. He drops down to his knees and grabs ahold of Mark's arm) Mark, Mark, sh*t...

 

Jake: (Looks down at Danny, then at the door of the car opening up, as the other car door opens aswell) What the f*ck's this sh*t!? Cops can't just come up in here, shootin all f*ckin' odds! I don't give'a sh*t if you FBI, DEA, what!?

 

Jake reaches behind his back and pulls out a 9mm, as the man exits the car, still firmly aiming the Uzi at the group, as Danny falls face first to the ground.

 

Man: I'm looking for Carl Johnson. Tell me where he is, and nobody else gets hurt.

 

Mark: (Snatches the 9mm from Jake's hand and starts pacing towards the smart-suited man with short dark hair) Nobody else gets hurt!? Nigga you just shot my brother!

 

Mark aims the 9mm at him before Jake tackles Mark to the ground. The Uzi is pointing at both of them, as the other seven Sentinels begin arriving.

 

GT: (Swings the door wide open with Roman beside him, both holding 9mm's) The f*ck's this!?

 

GT starts walking down towards the man who opened fire on Danny.

 

GT: The f*ck's this I said!?

 

The man puts the Uzi to GT's head as men begin flooding Grove street from the Sentinels, armed heavily with MP5s and Uzis. GT quickly looks around before putting his hands in the air and letting the 9mm fall to the floor.

 

GT: Aiight, aiight. What you want?

 

Man: Carl Johnson. Where is he?

 

GT: I dunno, I swear it; I don't know, nigga.

 

Man: (Looks back towards the man he exited the Sentinel with, in a similar styled suit, except musty brown) Lucky, give Sal the call.

 

Lucky: You got it, Toni. (Takes his cellphone out and paces back and forth, as Toni holds everyone at gunpoint with an army behind him) Mr. Leone, it's Lucky. We've got a bunch'a these spooks right here, but they sw--

 

Toni: (Snatches the phone from Lucky) Watch them. Now. (Walks away from Lucky) Sal, these kids don't know where Carl Johnson is. You told me he'd be here, tonight.

 

Salvatore (OS): Relax, Toni. He'll be there, just not tonight. It's in your hands right now. Just, ehh, you know...

 

The line goes dead and Toni strides back over to Lucky and hands him the cellphone. Danny begins coming around on the floor, groaning in pain as blood soaks his ribcage.

 

Mark: (Bends down) Danny, you gonna be okay bro. Just hol' on.

 

Toni: Tell Carl Johnson that Toni Cipriani and Salvatore Leone are coming for him. You've got twenty-four hours to find Carl Johnson, or we're coming back for you, you got it?

 

Roman: (Steps up towards Toni's face, eye to eye and straight faced breathing onto him through his nose) We got it.

 

Toni: (Turns around and begins walking away as the other Leone mafia goons enter their Sentinels) Oh, but one more thing.

 

Toni turns around and points the Uzi at Danny, firing one shot into the skull of the downed Grove member, as blood speckles explode all over Mark's face and chest. Mark's eyes and lip begin trembling as he watches Toni enter the Sentinel, along with everyone else and begin driving away.

 

Mark: (Grabs ahold of his brother's lifeless corpse and hugs it tightly) Danny, no...no...

 

Roman, Jake and Alan begin comforting Mark as he screams in pain, with tears pouring down his cheeks, craddling his brother in his arms, whispering 'no' over and over.

 

 

May 31st, 1995: Los Santos, San Andreas [9:11pm]

Mark sits with his head in his hands on the couch inside of CJ's house. Roman and GT are talking in the kitchen, as Jake and Alan sit on the stairs, not saying a word. Nate comes through the door and looks at the saddened faces he's just stumbled in upon.

 

Nate: (Yells) Roman, GT, you in here? Listen, I just came to apologise. I shouldn't of stormed off like that earlier.

 

GT and Roman both come through the open door and whisper quiet words to Nate, as Nate then looks down at Mark.

 

Nate: sh*t... Mark, I'm sorry man.

 

Roman: Alright, we've decided what we need to do. There's no way we can stay and fight these cats; they're the real f*ckin' deal. We've got no clue of where CJ is, and I wouldn't depend on him coming home any time soon. We run.

 

Jake: What you mean 'we run'? (Stands up) How do we all just run!? Nigga, I live here with my moms and brothers.

 

Roman: I'll take care of them. Infact, GT, you go handle that right now.

 

GT: No problem. (Walks out the door and closes it behind him)

 

Roman: (Bends down to Mark) Listen, me and Danny were like family ourselves, so I know this must be hard for you, because it's killin' me. We'll get the bastards that done this, you trus' me, right?

 

Mark acknowledges it by slowly nodding.

 

Roman: Good kid. (Rubs his back before standing up) Nate has an Uncle in Red County. I've also got a friend down there who runs an auto garage. We've got no other option than to run and lay low for a while.

 

Nate: (Looks at everyone around the room) Start packing. We hit the road at midnight.

 

 

May 31st, 1995: Los Santos, San Andreas [11:55pm]

GT pulls up outside of Jake's house in a black van. The tail and headlights have been smashed out and he, Roman & Nate step out of the van. They're all wearing black of some caliber. They go through the gate and have a quick look over their shoulders before ringing the doorbell. A few moments later, Jake, Alan & Mark open the door, the same dressed in black as the others, and they exit the house, closing the door behind them. The cold air is unfamiliar to the Grove boys on a midnight in the summer in Los Santos; condensation has coated the windows of the van.

 

GT: (Opens the back doors as Jake, Mark, Alan & Roman hop into the back) Aiight, everyone strapped just incase?

 

Everyone nods respectivly before GT slams the doors shut and gets into the front and does his seatbelt up and pulls away, with Nate sitting beside him, smoking a cigarette.

 

GT: Nate's Uncle can prob'ly get y'all some work out there. Be it farm work, s'till work.

 

Alan: Why's it so dark?

 

GT: Smashed tha' front 'n back lights out. Ain't riskin' anything.

 

Roman: Apart from a crash. Psh, dumb ass nigga.

 

GT makes a left at the Binco store as a light blue Kuruma pulls out of the alleyway behind it. Vincenzo, 'Lucky', is the only person inside. He takes out his cellphone and dials it, keepin a firm eye on the van infront of him.

 

Lucky: Mr. Leone, you were right. They're makin' a break for it. What do you want me to do, boss?

 

The van makes a right and Lucky continues following a few feet behind. Lucky grins and turns into the Pizza Shack parking lot as the van continues driving away.

 

Lucky: So, Joey did something right then? I knew that son of yours wasn't a disappointment, Mr. Leone. I'll give the heads up to Toni. And boss, thank you for this opportunity to prove myself to you.

 

Vincenzo puts the phone down and grins in sheer delight before reversing and pulling away.

 

 

June 1st, 1995: Red County, San Andreas [6:15am]

GT, barely able to hold his head up or his eyes open any longer pulls into a parking space beside a two story building. The sign reads 'Auto Garage' on the front, and nothing more. He puts the handbrake on and turns the ignition off, as everyone begins waking up.

 

GT: Roman, we here man. Go talk yo business.

 

Roman clenses his eyes with a small bottle of water before exiting the van and walking along the seemingly clean street of Red County. A bald man in slacks glares at him from his rusty brown bobcat.

 

Roman: (Stops and looks at the man) The f*ck you lookin' at, mong?

 

Roman begins walking over to the truck before GT rolls down his window and whistles over to him.

 

GT: (Yells) You wanna make trouble the second we roll int'a town!? Christ give me the strength to deal with this nigga.

 

The truck begins driving away and Roman walks over towards the auto garage. He stops outside the door and takes out a ring of keys and flicks through them all before finding one and putting it in and turning it. It opens up and he goes inside, as a middle aged balding white man stands up from sitting at his desk and greets Roman.

 

Roman: 'Ay Fred.

 

Fred: (Chuckles) Well? What do you need this time, Roman.

 

Roman: Me and my friends are layin' low for a bit. Don't s'pose you could hook us up with a job or two aroun' here?

 

Fred: Fresh outta luck. Donny's hiring at the café over the road. Maybe you should check that out.

 

Roman: Man, after all me and yo' son went through, you gonna bump me down that way? Psh, thought you was a betta' man than that.

 

Fred: (Sighs) I guess I do owe you. Who you got in mind?

 

Roman: This cat called Alan. He's white, so he'll fit in. He'll learn fast. Got some education under his belt.

 

Fred: Alright. (Grabs a pair of overalls from a rack and tosses them at Roman) Tell him he starts at the crack of dawn tomorrow.

 

Roman hugs the man before slowly jogging out of the garage and back over to the van. He opens the back door and climbs inside and throws the overalls on top of Alan.

 

Alan: What're these?

 

Roman: (Sits down) Overalls. You start tomorrow, champ.

 

Alan: I dunno much about cars...but...alright.

 

Jake: (Grabs the overalls) sh*t, why not me, man? I ain' goin'a school out here. Hellz nawh, uh-uh, not happenin'.

 

Roman: (Slaps Jake in the back of the head) Nobody said you were goin'a school. Infact, I got you a job. It's in food management though.

 

Jake: ...You piec'a sh*t nigga! I ain't busin tables!

 

Everyone begins laughing, except Mark, who stares vacantly at the other side of the van as GT reverses and pulls out of the auto garage.

 

 

June 1st, 1995: Portland Harbor, Liberty City [10:31am]

Salvatore sits patiently with his son Joey by his side inside of his mansion. A couple of Leone guns are sitting infront of them as the phone on his desk begins ringing. Salvatore gives the nod to Joey to answer it, and he does.

 

Joey: Yeah, hello?

 

Salvatore watches his son nodding his head, listening to the other end of the line. Joey puts the phone down and turns to his father.

 

Joey: Said they're setting up camp in, uhh, uhh, Red County. What should we do with 'em he asked.

 

Salvatore: Let the rat play with the snakes for a while. (Swivels his chair to the men infront of him) They're not going anywhere. I wanna know every move they make for the next two and a half months, you got that? They even take a sh*t, I want that sh*t! (Turns his attention back to Joey) Joey, my son, you've done me proud this time. Bringing one of them to our side was a bold move, more than I would of given you credit for. You're half way there. You finish this, and you, my son, will be a made man.

 

Salvatore and Joey Leone both stand to their feet, as do the Leone guns. Salvatore kisses his son on both cheeks before they begin exiting the room, grabbing their jackets.

 

Salvatore: (Whispers into Joey's ear) Just...how did you get him to betray his friends?

 

Joey: (Grins and whispers back to his father) I promised him as new manager of Caligula's Casino when we get it back up and running. A stake of fifty-fifty.

 

Salvatore: (Chuckles, breathing his cheddar like breath all over his son) Sneaky bastard. (Grabs a bottle of rum) Before we go, a quick toast to betrayl; the finest way to bring a man to the bottom of his game.

 

Salvatore grabs some glasses from the table and begins pouring the rum into shot glasses, before raising them high above their heads and downing them.

[Stefan.]

Nice work. This would be the best fanfic I've read on the Forums, but the script style is horrendous.

[TonyZimmzy]

Thanks for the reply. Sorry it's in script-format, but that's how I like it. I can write in a narrative standpoint, I've done it before, but to do a story like this, I feel it's script-format that gets the advantage.

 

I've been re-reading the old, original stories I wrote back in 2004, remembering plots and things I may forget about, seeing as you're reading the re-written of everything I wrote three years ago. It's been a lot of fun reading them, and how I've evolved as a writer. Maybe I will post them after I'm done here, which won't be for a long time. The only bad point on re-writing is that you already know what happens in your own story, but back then my writing was straight to the point, I've added a lot of fill-in and side-plot to what's been done in the past stories.

 

Is everyone happy with the current format? The colour change? Or would you rather it go back to gold/orange instead of blue/teal?

 

Here's Chapter 64.

 

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Chapter 64: Travel Hymn

August 3rd, 1995: Los Santos, San Andreas [5:18pm]

A taxi pulls up on the edge of Grove street, as a young white male pays the driver and steps out of the car holding a black dufflebag. He takes a deep breath as he stands up straight and looks around.

 

Tony: Home. (Looks around at each house) Now, which one would Alan be staying at?

 

Tony bends down to one knee as the taxi pulls away and he unzips the dufflebag and takes out a photograph and examines it; he looks up from it to see the same house in the photograph. He runs his hand along the tongue of his purple baseball cap and grins before walking towards the house. He hops the fence and knocks on the door, to which no reply is given.

 

Tony: (Looks at the black sportswatch on his wrist then gazes at the windows of the house) Maybe they're out. (Looks to the left of him and sees an alley and throws his dufflebag over the fence) Suppose...I'll check my neighborhood out.

 

Tony reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a box of B&H golds and takes a cigarette out and puts it between his lips and searches his pockets for a lighter. He gives up after realising he's lost it. He reaches back into the same back pocket and pulls out a map and sets it down on the floor and kneels down and begins studying it; using his finger as a pointer, he begins skimming it along roads on the piece of paper. He circles a gas station with his finger and smiles, putting the cigarette behind his ear and folding the map up and putting it back in his pocket. He stands to his feet and turns around to see two large African-Americans staring down at him.

 

Tony: Ehh...can I help you?

 

The two men, both suited in green tops and jeans look at each other before cracking their knuckles simultaneously before one grabs the purple cap from his head.

 

Tony: (Snatches it back and puts it back on) Hey dude, my brother gave me this, you can't have it, alright?

 

One of the men grab him by his plain black t-shirt as Tony throws a punch to his face and begins running towards the fence next to Alan and Jake's house. He hops over it and runs over to a bridge and looks back to see the two men landing on the same side of the fence.

 

Tony: What did I do to deserve this?

 

Tony climbs onto the bridge and begins running alongside cars. He reaches the end of the road and makes a left only to narrowly miss a car. The car stops and three black men in green get out, each holding 9mm pistols. Tony runs behind a van and it takes the bullets as the driver flees. Tony gets into the van and quickly starts it up and reverses, ducking in the seat as the windscreen is blown out. He stamps down on the accel pedal and runs over one of the men, as the Grove member goes face first under the tire, causing the van to tilt until his skull caves in and shatters under the weight. Tony runs the final two members over and stops the van. He gets out and picks up a 9mm and looks around as his phone begins ringing. He gets back into the van and answers it.

 

Tony: What?

 

Alan (OS): Hey, yo, my bad, I hope you didn't get a cab to Grove street yet. It kinda slipped my mind for a minute, but I moved out a few months ago. We all did, infact.

 

Tony: Oh you did, huh!? (Slams the phone into the dashboard) Guys just chased me outta there! Big guys! Guys with f*ckin' guns!

 

Alan (OS): Hmm, doesn't make a lot of sense that they'd chase you out so to speak. Describe 'em.

 

Tony: Big black angry jellybeans.

 

Alan (OS): Are you wearing anything, umm, purple?

 

Tony: Yeah, you know whenever I travel I wear Bobby's lucky hat he gave me. One of 'em tried to take it from me as a matter of fact.

 

Alan (OS): Take it off, it's a gang related thing, just forget it. Where we are, there are no gangs. There isn't much to be honest. You got a map?

 

Tony: Yeah.

 

Alan (OS): Follow it through to Red County, that's where we are. It's good to hear from you on the outside world again. And listen, you know about some of that stuff that went down back in England...

 

Tony: ...Yeah, need I need reminding?

 

Alan (OS): That's pretty common knowledge out here. I was a little shakey at first, scared and blacked out even. But I've grown used to it now.

 

Tony: Yeah? Well prison isn't a cake walk itself. If the guards found out some of the sh*t that went down in there, I wouldn't be out on parole right now.

 

Alan (OS): See you soon.

 

Tony hangs the phone up and tosses it onto the dashboard of the van and begins driving away, with the green skullcap of the Grove member still stuck underneath the van, dragging along the road as it goes.

 

 

August 3rd, 1995: Los Santos, San Andreas [10:46pm]

Tony pulls the van into a garage just on the outside of Los Santos and parks it next to a gas pump. He gets out and stretches his arms and yawns as he grabs a paper glove from the dispenser and takes the pump from the holder and puts it into the van's gastank and begins filling it up as he looks around. He sees a plane's blinking light in the clear creamy sky, with few clouds and the sun still keeping it light enough to do without street lights for another half an hour. He finishes filling it up and pays attention to the reader. He puts the pump back and gets his wallet out and walks into the store.

 

Tony: (Begins walking towards the counter) That's quite a lot for gas, (Looks at the counter jockey's namepin) Steve.

 

Steve: Yeah, tell me about it. But I don't make the prices. That'll be $37.18.

 

Tony hands over two twenties as a masked man enters through the door equipped with a 9mm handgun.

 

Man: Alright, holy sh*t this is a rush! Everyone drop to their God-loving knees now!

 

Tony: (Looks around and puts his finger to himself) It's...just me, and Steve. (Looks over the counter at Steve)

 

Man: (Starts walking towards Tony with the pistol aimed at him) Oh boy sonnyjim, you just made the biggest mistake of your life! f*ck!

 

Tony: Look, I just came in for some gas. Oh, and a lighter, then I'll be on my way. I ain't gonna tell anyone if you rob Steve here.

 

Steve: Hey...man...that's not very cool.

 

Man: You, you shut the f*ck up, Steve! If that is your real name! (Scratches his chin with the handle of his gun under the skin tight nylon mask he's wearing)

 

Tony: Whatever. I'll be on my way now. Bye, Steve. (Pushes past the masked gunman and begins walking for the door as he feels a bullet lance his earlobe)

 

Man: Told ya!

 

Tony: (Grabs the back of his head and ducks down, turning around to face the masked man at the same time) What the f*ck is your problem!? (Stands to his feet and touches his ear with his thumb and feels a few drops of blood)

 

Man: Now, are you going to take me seriously or not!? Fill the bags up with all the money in the register!

 

Steve: What bags?

 

Man: Oh no! I forgot the bags!

 

Tony watches as the masked man grabs his face and begins weeping into his hands uncontrollably. He reaches behind his back and grabs ahold of the base of the 9mm he took from the dead Grove members earlier and slides it out from his dark denim jeans and points it to the head of the masked gunman and fires two shots at him. The masked gunman hits the floor as Steve unwraps some beef jerkey from the counter and begins chewing it.

 

Steve: That was a lighter you wanted, right?

Tony: Yeah. Disposable if possible, I have no use in keeping things.

 

Steve grabs a lighter from the desk and tosses it to Tony and waves him away. Tony exits the gas station store and gets back into his van and checks the map on his dashboard as he takes the cigarette from behind his ear and puts it into his mouth and sets it alight.

 

 

August 4th, 1995: Red County, San Andreas [3.01am]

Tony arrives in the small and dull populated area of Red County. He stops the van outside of a motel and picks his phone up from the dashboard and rings Alan.

 

Alan (OS): Yeah?

 

Tony: Where you at?

 

Alan (OS): Three in the morning? sh*t. (Yells) Guys, it's three in the morning, we should catch some shut eye. I'm at 83 Green Crescent road.

 

Tony hangs the phone up and begins driving around until he finds the road Alan mentioned over the phone. He parks the van outside of the house, to which another van is parked in its driveway. He gets out and walks over to the front door of the almost-shack like house, although large is very scummy in appearance. He knocks on it twice, to which Jake opens it, chewing a tooth pick. He nods for Tony to step inside and he does so, to which he is greeted by Alan.

 

Alan: Finally made it down here then. What kept you?

 

Tony: Well, aside from losing all my sh*t and getting caught up in some schizoid's robbery, I'd say I got here on time.

 

Alan: We expected you by midnight, but that doesn't matter, we're going over some last-minute planning.

 

Tony: Oh? Planning for what?

 

Alan: Roman will fill you in on all you need to know. You want a coffee or tea or something?

 

Tony: It's boiling outside. An ice cold coke would do the trick.

 

Alan laughs and leads Tony into the living room, which is only one step away from the hallway in which they entered. Inside, aside from the rotting wallpaper and room of familiar faces which smell like they haven't washed in a week, is a whiteboard; half covered in sloppy penmanship, and the other, in blue prints.

 

Roman: Alan says you an' him go way back. Says you helped him out a lot back in ya' country, so me an' you, we coo'. What we got here, is a few plans. Ya understand any of it?

 

Tony runs his hand along the whiteboard, focusing on the images shown and drawn by hand. He then looks at the blue prints. He turns back to Roman.

 

Tony: It looks like prints for something large...maybe a casino? And the drawn images, from what I can make of them, are ways to jack certain cars.

 

Roman: (Snaps his fingers) The kid got it in one. You were right Alan, ya boy's smart. Take a seat right there.

 

Tony takes the coke from Alan's hand and sits down, rubbing his eyes and taking a sip. He looks up at the blue prints as Roman begins to speak.

 

Roman: We plannin' sumin' big. Sumin' that, if pulled off right, will bring down the guys who forced us outta our homes.

 

Jake: (Enters into the living room smoking a dub) Bastards forced me 'n ma' whole family outta tha' Grove. My moms an' that is livin' three doors over. All cos'a those bastards. Man I tell ya', (Offers the joint to Tony, who shakes his head and stands to his feet) Aiight, mo' fo' me 'den. Man I tell ya', we gonna take 'em down.

 

Roman: That's right. What you're looking at, is--

 

Tony: You plan to steal certain cars to gain access to the security gates of the casino, to which you'll gain access inside. (Runs his hand along the security building on the blue prints) It won't work.

 

Roman: What you talkin' about? (Stands up) What you mean it 'won't work'?

 

Tony: Who're the guys you're dealing with here? If they run a casino, they must be pretty big time. I learned a lot in prison about gangs. Every night at that place, there was no sleep; you couldn't trust a soul, and nobody trusted you either. The only thing you had were your eyes, ears, and your mind - it was hungry, starving to pick up on little things around you which can become knowledgeable in certain environments and places you may or may not find yourself in one day.

 

Jake: (Whispers to Alan) Ya' boy's either smart, or crazy.

 

Alan: I'd never doubt him for a second.

 

Roman: Aiight, these cats are Mafia. In cold blood, they killed--

 

A dark figure emerges from the corner of the room.

 

Mark: They killed my brother, Daniel. (Begins walking towards Tony) If you say this plan won't work, state yo' business.

 

Tony: For starters, once you access the inside of the building in whatever you're wearing, suits? Casino uniforms? The Mafia will soon realise you're not with them. No offense, but half of you are black. Mafioso ain't black, they're white. And second, what're you planning to do? Rob the casino and become rich? It's not worth it; they'll come after you.

 

A large man enters into the living room and pushes past Jake and Alan.

 

GT: The kid's got a point, Roman. I think it's safe to say the reason they after CJ is 'cos he ripped 'em off.

 

Roman: (Sits down and runs his palm over his smooth head) Well, what do you suggest? (Looks up at Tony)

 

Tony: How long have we got?

 

Roman: The casino re-opens on the 28th of next month.

 

Tony: Then we've got plenty of time to come up with something.

Edited November 29, 2007 by TonyZimmzy

[Oxidizer]

Bwahaha! @ the robbery "I forgot the bags!"

 

Ahem. On to the subject at hand: that was excellent! You're right about your writing skills having evolved - some wicked description in there.

 

As for the colours? Both work well. The differences between them separates the old from the new and make is easy to tell them apart.

 

Awesome stuff!

[Stefan.]

Wow, that's really good. You have some great talent for writing; I agree with Oxi, your writing skills have improved.

 

This robbery should be exciting.

[TonyZimmzy]

I would of had this chapter up yesterday, but the forums wouldn't work after I'd spent ages looking for errors in the forum window, so I lost all of it and had to go back to checking it over in word. So there might be a few errors I miss in this chapter, oh well.

 

Thanks for the 'plies!

 

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Chapter 65: The Plan

August 8th, 1995: Red County, San Andreas [5:08pm]

Alan finishes up work at the auto garage and puts his box of tools under his desk and signs out. He exits the building and sees Tony leaning against a wall with his arms folded, resting easily on his chest as he chews a stick of gum. Tony pushes off the wall when he sees Alan come out.

 

Tony: While you were busy fixing cars, me and Nate came up with the idea. Come on, we'll announce it when everyone's home. Just waitin' on you and Jake.

 

Alan: (Smiles and begins walking with Tony) It's been good having you around these last couple of days. sh*t can be a little crazy out here without a best friend to rely on.

 

Tony: I'm not quite sure how you got roped into doing this stuff, but it's always nice to have a friend who's into it aswell. Not such the shy innocent kid anymore, huh?

 

Alan: Nope.

 

Tony: Well, sorry to break it to you man, but, before I left...I kinda got sucked off by Carly. (Laughs) Now I know you had a thing for her an' all, but how could I resist? She thought it was hot that I was in prison.

 

Alan: (Laughs) Whatever. Does that mean it was worth going to prison?

 

Tony: (Picks up his pace and drops the grin from his face) Don't even joke about that.

 

Alan slows down and gives Tony an awkward look before continuing on.

 

 

August 8th, 1995: Red County, San Andreas [5:39pm]

Jake arrives back at the house and walks inside the living room to see everyone sitting down, with only Tony and Nate both standing infront of the same whiteboard which were covered in prints and drawn images days ago. Jake doesn't need to ask what's going on, he just takes a seat as Tony takes the white sheet from the whiteboard.

 

Nate: Gentlemen, we're not robbing the grand re-opening of Caligula's casino.

 

Tony: We're destroying it.

 

Everyone looks at each other, nervously. GT stands to his feet and starts laughing, looking at the drawn images on the whiteboard. He looks at Nate and realizes he's serious, and stops his laughter.

 

GT: Don't be f*ckin' ridiculous. How we gonna destroy a casino!?

 

Tony: We're going to need a lot of C4 explosives. Satchel Charges are also a must. Before you go crazy, remember, me and Nate have been doing work all night and day for the past four days; we have a plan.

 

GT: (Sits back down) You mean to tell me you got a plan fo' da' plan?

 

Roman: I'm with Gary on this one, dudes. Blowin' a casino? You plannin' on takin' innocent people with you that are in there on tha' re-opening?

 

Nate: We haven't worked the kinks out yet. We have a month and a half left, we'll figure out a way to get the building empty.

 

Tony: (Points to the whiteboard) These are the vital points we need to accomplish. They are, in order of importance as follows: (Points to the first item on the board) an explosive seller. We need someone to sell us enough C4 and Satchel Charges to take down a 64 story building.

 

GT: Aiight, I know a cat or two who can provide 'dat.

 

Tony: Good, give them a call after this meeting. (Points to the next item on the board) Money. Money doesn't grow on trees, and working in a diner, (Looks at Jake) or working as a mechanic, (Looks at Alan) won't get us the money we need to pay for the C4 and Satchel Charges. Any ideas are welcome on ways to make money.

 

Roman: I'm on it.

 

Tony: (Points to the third item on the board) Evacuating the casino of innocent pedestrians. We're not terrorists, we'd be killing hundreds of people if we did this without evacuating the building first.

 

Alan: What about if we pulled the plan off when the casino is still empty?

 

Nate: We both figured that wouldn't cause as much impact. Evacuate the building of people, get them somewhere safe, while these mafia fatcats sit on their piles of money in the offices on the top floor. They will go down with it. I made a call, confirming that only workmen are accessing the casino until the 28th of September.

 

Tony: Meaning, no mafia will be in or around that place until the launch begins. My guess would be a ribbon-cutting ceremony, seeing as the mayor of Venturas and the governor are sponsoring and backing the re-opening of Caligula's casino.

 

Jake: Mafia pullin' da' wool ova' 'dey eyes. Puttin' some green in 'dey pockets.

 

Tony: (Points to the fourth item on the whiteboard) We're going to need some people to go to the casino itself to find out about getting jobs as workmen, or, pose as the workmen to get access inside. We don't need to worry about stealing their cars with this. We'll put the C4 in the airvents in the basement. We'll need to cover the basement and the first six floors.

 

Nate: Any questions?

 

Mark: (Looks up at both Nate and Tony) Ye', will that punk that killed my brother be in tha' casino when it blows?

 

Tony: Probaly. I'm just guessing on this, but I'm sure a lot of the mafia will be there on the 28th of september. Killin' a lot of birds with one stone.

 

Mark: But you just guessin'.

 

Tony: ...Yeah.

 

Mark picks himself up and walks out of the room without another word. Tony and Nate turn their attention back to everyone in the room.

 

Nate: Let's get moving; the sooner we get everything sorted, the easier it'll be to go over and revise everything to leave no mistakes.

 

GT: (Takes out his cellphone and stands to his feet as he dials a number and puts the phone to his ear, pacing around the room in a clockwise fasion) ...Yeah, 'dis is GT. Yeah, put yo' boy on.

 

Nate walks out and into the kitchen, where Mark sits at the table drinking a glass of koolaid. Nate takes a seat opposite of him and pours himself a glass from the bottle on the table.

 

Nate: Do you distrust Alan's friend Tony?

 

Mark: (Shoves the chair back and stands up) Man, it ain't that I don' trust him or nothin', I just miss my brother. I wanna get that asshole that did that to him. I'll neva' fo'get those names...Toni Cipriani, and Salvatore Leone. 'Dey both dead! (Throws his glass against the wall and sits back down, breathing heavily and tensing his fists)

 

GT: (Yells) You two, get back in here, now.

 

Nate and Mark both look at each other before standing up and walking back through into the living room. They see GT hang his phone up and run his hand over his bald head, as Roman watches and sees this as a sign of panic from his own habbit of doing so. Everyone takes a seat, as Tony remains stood at the board.

 

GT: It ain't good. We gonna need three fiddy.

 

Tony: Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars for explosives!? God damn...

 

Nate: Alright, we're gonna need serious suggestions for ways to make that kinda money before the 28th of September.

 

GT: I know a way. It ain' pretty, but it's tha' only way. I know a du', never seen his face, never met him, but me an' him have done business in tha' ol' days. He hires people to...well, kill.

 

Tony: What about what I just said? About killing innocent people in the casino. If we kill innocent people for money, there's no difference.

 

GT: 'Dey ain't 'innocent' if 'dey got a contract on 'dey head. You in or what, kid?

 

Tony: (Sighs) I guess we have no choice.

 

 

August 8th, 1995: Red County, San Andreas [9:23pm]

Jake finishes brushing his teeth in the bathroom of the house. He checks himself over in the broken mirror and wipes his mouth with a hand towel. Alan knocks on the door from the outside and Jake walks over to the door and opens it up, putting the hand towel on the wall hook as he does so.

 

Alan: Esta said she wants us back at the house. She said we're spending too much time here with these 'thugs'.

 

Jake: Aiight. Lemme just grab some sh*t first. Meet you over there.

 

Alan turns around and heads back downstairs, glancing into the living room where Nate, GT and Tony are going over some planning. He opens the front door without disturbing them and heads outside and down the road a few doors down to Esta's house. He walks through the rusty bronze-coloured gate and up the haggard wooden steps and opens the front door by just turning the knob and closes it behind him. Joe and Chris both run by him and quickly scurry up the stairs as Alan hears yelling from the living room.

 

Esta: Robby, please settle down, it's the drink talking!

 

Robby: (Swings the bottle of drink infront of Esta and looks his nose up at her) You don't tell me...that the drink is not my friend. I'd rather make love to the drink than you!

 

Robby takes a lug of whiskey, as half of it spills over his already stained white wifebeater, as Jake steps through the door and stands by Alan, watching in the living room.

 

Alan: (Whispers to Jake) Esta's havin' another argument with him. Best to stay outta this one.

 

Jake: (Follows Alan through to the kitchen where cold, un-eaten dinners lay on the table) Man, I can't stand that asshole. Why she keep takin' him back? f*ckin' drunk ass bastard. He ain' my pops, but he thinks he can own me?

 

Alan and Jake both hear a shriek from Esta, as the bottle smashes against the wall connecting to the kitchen. Alan and Jake rush back through to the living room to see the man stomping on a downed Esta furiously, slamming the sole of his boot into her skull.

 

Jake: You leave my moms alone you f*ckin' animal! (Charges at Robby as Robby punches him in the face)

 

Alan: Jake!

 

Robby: (Throws Jake to the floor) You ingreatful little turd. Your daddy runs off and I treat you like one of my own! Like Chris and Joe! And this is the thanks I get!?

 

Robby stomps on Jake's ribs as Jake lets out a gasp for air. Robby grabs his jacket and begins heading for the front door.

 

Robby: You in no state to gimme what I need now, woman. I'll find it elsewhere tonight. (Picks up Esta's purse from the armchair) Fifty bucks should get me atleast--

 

Jake fires a single shot from his 9mm into the back of Robby's head, as Esta watches in horror through her blood-soaked vision at her son killing her husband. Robby's body falls backwards and lands beside Jake on the floor, as Jake stands to his feet, holding his ribcage then tosses the 9mm gun to Alan.

 

Jake: Thanks, cuz.

 

Alan: (Puts the gun back behind his waist) Anytime, cuz.

 

Esta: (Slowly stands to her feet and screams before kneeling down to Robby on the floor) Honey, honey!? (Turns her head and looks up at Jake and Alan) You...monsters. How...could you? (Screams) Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!

 

Jake: But moms--

 

Esta: (Starts crying into Robby's lifeless corpse) I loved him... (Turns back to Jake) You're no son of mine. I hope you burn in hell.

 

Jake runs out the door and Alan follows. They run back to Nate's house and stop infront of it.

 

Jake: We can't go in there after 'dat. We gotta go for a while, cuz.

 

Alan: What you mean?

 

Jake: Well, 'dey talkin' 'bout scouting out Venturas, (Looks back at his mother's house) I say we go; make ourselves useful a'least. (Runs around to GT's van and gets inside, as Alan does the same) Come on, we outta here.

 

 

August 8th, 1995: Red County, San Andreas [9:33pm]

GT hears his van start up outside and runs over to the window and watches it speed away as he slams his fist against the glass window and runs outside, only to stop chasing after it when he realizes he can't catch up. He starts walking inside and his phone begins to ring. He stops walking and answers it.

 

GT: Yeah?

 

Voice (OS): Are you still interested in doing some 'community service'?

 

GT: Gimme the details.

 

Voice (OS): A man named Ted Ronson is ripping the boss off. We have undisputable evidence, on film, that he is doing so. You'll have to act quickly. He's making his final night round tomorrow evening before going on holiday. He won't be coming back from holiday, because he knows the longer he keeps going, the more likely we will catch him out.

 

GT: Alright. The price?

 

Voice (OS): To an old friend of the boss? Fifteen.

 

GT: Done.

 

Voice (OS): You said you had a team, right?

 

GT: Thas right.

 

Voice (OS): Put the guy on who you're going to send, and I'll give him the rest of the details.

 

GT: Aiight, one sec. (Runs back into the house and closes the door behind him and walks into the living room and looks at Tony, grinning, then hands the phone to Tony)

 

Tony: ...Hello?

[Stefan.]

Ooh, nice work...I like it. Keep it up! This is getting tense!

Edited December 1, 2007 by Stefan Matovic Cvetkovic

[TonyZimmzy]

Thanks for the 'plies. I'm gonna finish posting what I've already written (two more chapters) and take a little break to focus on my other story for the moment.

 

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Chapter 66: Test

August 9th, 1995: Red County, San Andreas [10:02am]

Tony throws a bottle of vodka into his black dufflebag. It lands on top of a spare change of clothes and he zips the bag up. He throws it over his shoulder, holding it by the handle in his left hand and he exits his bedroom and goes downstairs. He gives a nod to GT and Nate who sit in the kitchen.

 

GT: Got you all geared up then, huh? (Stands up and puts his plate in the sink)

 

Tony: Yeah, I'm ready to go. (Grabs his black jacket from the hook beside the door and puts his bag on the floor as he puts it on and zips it up)

 

Nate: Goodluck. And remember, we need this to go off smoothly or we can basically forget about the entire plan. So, no pressure. (Pats him on the shoulder as he walks through to the living room)

 

Tony: (Picks up the 9mm resting on the kitchen table beside a slice of cold toast and puts it behind his back and slips it down his pants, pressing nicely against his tailbone) Right, I'll call you later.

 

Tony bends down and grabs his bag and re-opens the kitchen door and walks through the living room and out the front door without a word to anyone else. He walks down the small wooden steps and out the gate and stands on the street corner and looks to his left and then to his right and begins walking straight ahead. The morning air is suprisingly cold for summer in San Andreas, and with each breath Tony takes, the chilling air from his lungs is visable in the wind before being swept away. He turns around and sees a furniture-moving van coming. He grips his bag tightly and awaits the van to begin passing him by, and he hops onto the back of the van and grabs ahold tightly as the van continues driving foward.

 

 

August 9th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [10:14am]

Jake opens his eyes and looks infront of him; smoke coming from the van's engine, and the wall to a building. He nervously looks to his left to see a sleeping Alan in the passenger seat. He nudges him on the shoulder to no reply. He shoves him this time, to which he awakes and looks at his cousin.

 

Alan: We there yet? (Looks infront of him and out the window) You fell asleep at the wheel didn't you? (Looks back at Jake)

 

Jake: (Unbuckles his seatbelt) I guess I did. Ma' bad. (Opens the door and walks outside, stretching his legs and arms) Hmm, wonder where 'bouts we are?

 

Alan: (Follows Jake's suit and gets out to stretch) I don't know, but it's freezing out here. Wonder if there's a map in the van somewhere. (Turns around and reaches back inside and looks in the glove compartment) Got one.

 

Jake looks around as Alan looks the map over. He goes around the other side of the building to see a highway in the distance, and a train station to his left.

 

Alan: We're at Yellowbell station. How the f*ck did you end up here? (Walks over to Jake and throws the map at the back of his head) I'm talkin' to you. What're you lookin' at? (Stares away from Jake and into his line of sight)

 

Both Jake and Alan stare off towards the desert in the far distance, where three hunter choppers are dropping bombs in a military designated area.

 

Alan: Come on, we don't have time to watch military fireworks. We've gotta drive down to the strip and see what's up.

 

An explosion engulfs half a dozen pedestrians behind Jake and Alan, who both grab their heads and duck down before turning around to see their van on fire. They both look at each other before running in opposite directions.

 

 

August 9th, 1995: San Fierro, San Andreas [3:19pm]

Tony examines his surroundings; he sees a firestation to his left and a train station to his right. He jumps off the back of a different van to the one he started off on and catches his footing and jogs over to the sidewalk, getting a few odd looks from pedestrians who witnessed it. He takes out his cellphone and dials a number on it and puts it to his ear.

 

Voice (OS): Yes?

 

Tony: Yeah, it's me. (Releases the phone and presses the weight of the side of his head onto his shoulder to keep the phone in place as he takes his pack of cigarettes and lighter out) I just arrived. Where do I go from here? I'm at the train station. (Puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it)

 

Voice (OS): The mark will be arriving at the airport to pick up the van of the bosses shipment at 4:30 p.m. Any more questions?

 

Tony: Yeah; what would be the best way to get to him without him realizing I'm a hitman?

 

Voice (OS): I expect to hear back from you after the job is complete.

 

The line goes dead and Tony takes a deep drag before putting his cellphone back into his pocket. He walks into the train station and picks up a travel information map and quickly looks it over then pockets it. He goes back outside and sees an airline luggage carrier slowly beginning to move at a red light that just transitioned to green, and he hops onto the back of it. The small compact van takes him to the airport, and he hops off the back a few hundred feet from the entrance gate. He walks around and cuts through the taxi rink and enters into the parking area and begins looking around. He quickly spots the blue van that was mentioned to him on the phone last night and he walks over to it. He tries the front door, to which it is locked. He goes around to the back and tries to open the double doors, to which are also locked. He looks around and sees the entire lot deserted and takes out a small silver key and begins picking at the lock.

 

 

August 9th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [3:38pm]

Alan looks on from around the corner of Yellowbell station at news coverage and police all over the spot where their van exploded this morning. Sweat is pouring from his brow at the thought of escaping. He tries ringing Jake's cellphone again, to which there is no answer.

 

Alan: Sit here and wait forever, or take my chances of being an innocent pedestrian strolling on through? (Looks behind him) But this is basically a dead end. And it won't be long before someone finds me back here. Damn it. (Strolls back over to a small alleyway of which the exit is blocked off by a wall and starts pacing back and forth) You gotta think. Use your head. What would Tony or Nate do in this situation?

 

Homeless Man: (Staggers out infront of Alan from behind a dumpster) Spare a lil' change, kid? I served in the war which is bringing you the freedom to be here in this fine state of Sa--

 

Alan: (Waves him away) Yeah, yeah, yeah. What war old man?

 

Homeless Man: The...Pur...oroll...o war...

 

Alan: ...The Purorollo war, that sounds like some kind of caramel chocolate bar.

 

Homeless Man: (Drops down and begins shining Alan's shoes with a haggard piece of cloth) Kid, please! I'll do anything! How can you treat a war veteran this way? (Looks up at Alan with glissening tears coating his deep brown eyes)

 

Alan: Oh, I know what Tony and Nate would do in this situation.

 

Homeless Man: Huh?

 

Alan swings his clenched fist at the frail old homeless man's face, smashing down into his nose. The homeless man is thrown back as Alan lifts his foot and stamps on his head, putting the homeless man unconcious.

 

Reporter: ...Of just how many people were injured here today, and...(Looks to her left to see a homeless man) excuse me, sir, this is a closed-off area. (Looks back to the camera) Cut it, we'll re-take.

 

Camera Man: We're live, you dumb sh*t.

 

Police Officer: (Clutches the homeless man's arm and pulls him off to the side) Look, kid, this isn't a good spot to be at right now. (Reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, giving the young homeless man five bucks) Go get yourself some food. You look a little young to be out on the streets.

 

Alan: Sorry, officer. Won't be in your way again.

 

Alan walks away and turns a corner and begins undressing himself of the old homeless man's clothes. He dumps them all into a bush and continues on walking.

 

 

August 9th, 1995: San Fierro, San Andreas [4:26pm]

Tony lays in wake in the back of the van, covered only by a brown sheet. After over an hour of waiting, he hears the significant sound of a key entering the lock in the driver's door. He hears the door open up and feel the van shift as the driver sits in the seat and turns the ignition on. Tony peaks out from under the brown sheet and sees the driver drinking a cup of coffee. He slowly and quietly cocks his 9mm and as he's about to lift the sheet completly off, he catches the driver putting a phone to his ear and he stops and watches.

 

Driver: (Finishes the coffee and puts the empty cup on the dashboard) Hey, honey...yeah. (Laughs) Yeah, don't worry, I'll be home in a few hours, just finishing up at work. Okay, okay, put her on. (Laughs) Hey my lil' princess, you been looking after mommy while I've been gone? (Laughs) Okay, see you tonight sweetie. Daddy loves you. Put mommy back on.

 

Tony: sh*t, he never said anything about a family. (Looks down at his gun and then back at the driver) I can't back out. Without this, there's no trust...no more jobs...no plan.

 

Driver: Love you too, honey. (Hangs the phone up)

 

Tony: (Throws the brown sheet from off of himself and grabs the driver by the neck and pushes the gun against the side of his head) I'm sorry.

 

Tony pulls the trigger and watches the side of the man's head explode rapidly against the passenger-side window. He swallows the lump in his throat down hard and sits back down on the van's base. He drops the gun and wipes the sweat from his forehead and takes his cellphone out and dials a number, trying to keep his fingers from shaking.

 

Voice (OS): Complete?

 

Tony: Yeah, yeah. It's done.

 

Voice (OS): Check his pockets for a map. Bring the van to the location on the map.

 

The line goes dead and Tony grabs ahold of the front seat where the body lays and pulls himself up and begins looking through the man's pockets before finding a map of San Andreas. Opening it up, he sees a red circle around a house in Los Santos. Tony opens the front door and pushes the body of the driver out onto the floor and closes the door and begins wiping the passenger-side window with a flannel from the dashboard. He pulls out of the parking lot and begins driving.

 

 

August 9th, 1995: Los Santos, San Andreas [7:15pm]

Tony makes a left as the Vinewood sign comes in clear view. He's arrived back in Los Santos, en route to the circled spot on the map. Slowing down to a stop, he looks for the nearest road to take him to it on the map. Seeing only one, he follows it. He drives down the stone drive-way. Tony arrives at a dorm of garages and cars and parks the van. Getting out, he walks past a pool and looks up at the gigantic mansion and arrives at the feet of a large stair set.

 

Tony: (Walks up the stairs and arrives at an intercom and presses the large red button on it) Umm, hello?

 

The door buzzes lightly and unlocks. Tony looks around then pushes on the door and goes inside, seeing another door a few feet infront of him and to the left. He pushes through it and goes inside, seeing a large blank room with a drained swimming pool.

 

Tony: (Walks through to the next room, which is also a blank white) Place is giving me the creeps...

 

A camera follows his every movements as he goes into the next room; a dull grey sky colour engulfs the entire room, and there is only a single large oak table at the end of the room, with two bodyguards in black shades and earpieces guarding a man sitting behind the desk. The man watches Tony approach him and motions for Tony to take a seat at the end of the table.

 

Tony: Well, err, the van is in your garage. (Nervously looks over at each bodyguard) So I guess I'll be leaving after the payment...

 

The smartly dressed man with slick backed brown hair motions for a bodyguard to pay Tony. The bodyguard reaches into his suit jacket pocket and pulls out a neatly wrapped brown package and puts it on the table, then slides it down to Tony.

 

Tony: (Opens the package and looks at the money) Okay, all's good. Guess I'll be hearing from you soon, mr...

 

Man: Toreno. And you shall.

 

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Chapter 67: Viva Las Venturas!

August 9th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [7:17pm]

Alan begins to become irritated; the blinding lights of the strip of Las Venturas are fueling his anger at the fact that Jake won't answer his cellphone. He tries one last time to no avail and shoves the cellphone back into his pocket.

 

Alan: (Feels his stomach rumbling) I guess it's time to find a place to eat. (Looks around) But all I see are casinos and side attractions.

 

Alan walks past a mini-circus, sifting in and out of the crowd of entertained spectators as loud music blares from the boombox to the left of it, and baby elephants crying to the right of it. He can't stand it anymore and takes the next right and crosses the street. Eventually he runs into a place to buy something to eat, and he spends four out of five bucks on food. Exiting the food store, he looks at his watch and finishes the food quickly and takes out his cellphone and begins walking back towards the strip.

 

Alan: Come on...why is your phone off...where the hell are you...

 

Alan puts the phone back in his pocket after talking to himself and grazes along the shoulders of tourist after tourist on the strip.

 

Man: (Grabs ahold of Alan's arm and stops him) Excuse me there young man, haha, you look like someone who's interested in a good deal - winning cash in hand good deal that is!

 

Alan: (Pulls away) I don't have time for this sh*t.

 

Man: (Grabs ahold of Alan once more) Come on, just come have a quick look. I promise you'll like what you see.

 

Alan rolls his eyes and lets the man take him across the street, and takes him past the Royale casino and onto the old strip. They arrive near the Starfish casino, and many people are watching on at a game of pick a card. A large black man stands infront of the fold-out wooden table as people from the crowd take a step up to place a wager.

 

Man: Have a look, study his moves, win some money!

 

The man walks over to the table and stands behind the man infront of the table. A man places down twenty dollars and picks the first card on the left, only to recieve a joker. He shoots the man a smile and says good game.

 

Alan: (Raises his hand and pushes past the crowd) Can I have a try?

 

Man: Step right up son, what'chu want, what'chu want? You know tha' deal; pick a card, any card, get tha' jokers and it's game ova', get this, (Palms an ace of spades) and you win double yo' green.

 

Alan slams his last dollar down on the table as the man swiftly changes the three cards round. Alan looks carefully at each card. He turns over the middle card, and sees a joker staring back at his face.

 

Man: Better luck next time, sonnyjim. Who next, who next?

 

Alan turns over the two remaining cards, to see them both as jokers, not an ace of spades in sight. The man grabs the cards off of him and the pot of money and both the men begin making a break for it.

 

Pedestrian: Hey! He ripped us off!

 

Alan: (Tosses the table over and starts chasing after the men) Gimme my dollar back!

 

Alan slows down slightly and reaches behind his back and pulls out his 9mm. He takes aim and fires at the man holding the money's ankle, connecting and blowing his ankle out. The man screams in pain before tripping over head first into the ground and dropping the glass pot of money and shattering it all over the road.

 

Man: (Screaming in pain, clenching his ankle) Man, why you shoot me fo' a measly dollar!? f*ck!

 

Alan: (Reaches down and starts picking up money and pocketing it then looks at the other man running away in the distance) Well, there's a lot of money here, not just my dollar.

 

Man: Man, you jus' gonna steal it all fo' yo' self!? That ain' nothin' cool!

 

Alan begins walking away and puts his 9mm back. He takes the next road to get back onto the main strip without being noticed.

 

Alan: (Chokes whilst trying to swallow) Damn, cotton mouth. Where would I get a coke around here. (Looks around) I don't really feel like walking all the way to another mini-mart. (Starts walking towards the Four Dragons casino) Guess I'll have to pay out my ass for one at the bar in a casino.

 

Alan looks up at the large Four Dragons casino, looking at the large golden dragons on the far left and right of the door, breathing contained-fire up towards the sky from their noses. Opening the two front doors, he enters into a large maroon-coloured welcoming hall. He glances at a bodyguard to the left of him, flirting with two young asian tourists, he quickly walks past them and down the velvet red carpets and takes a look at the main casino floor; blackjack tables, roulette wheels, juice machines and much more being occupied by tourists and heavily addicted players. Something catches his eye at a blackjack table - dozens of women crowding around a player, cheering at every win he makes. Alan goes over to the bar and walks up the steps to get to it a few feet from the floor and turns around and looks back at the table while he waits for service, only to see Jake sitting at the table, smoking a cigar and flirting innocently with the gigantic fake breasts shoved under his nose.

 

Alan: That son of a bitch!

 

Alan jumps back down the marble stairs and charges over to the blackjack table and shoves past an endless crowd of busty women and grabs Jake by the back of the neck, as he drops his cards and the cigar falls from his mouth.

 

Alan: What the hell do you think you're doing, Jake!?

 

Jake: (Calms down and rips away and sits back down, looking up at Alan) Haha, cuz, so good you could make it. You're 'bout to witness what we in tha' business call 'winning'.

 

Alan: (Whispers into his ear) You do realize you're only sixteen and it's illegal for you to be here, right?

 

Jake: (Whispers back as he puts his chips on the table) And do you realize I've won ova' twenty grand here fo' tha' past hour?

 

Alan: (Sits down next to him) Hey baby, (Looks up at the card dealer behind the table) put us both down for one hundred! (Unzips his jacket and puts a fifty on the table along with Jake's fifty in chips)

 

Dealer: (Hands the cards out and watches Jake and Alan huddle around the close-knit cards) Stick or draw?

 

Alan: (Whispers) We got an eighteen, that's pretty good, right?

 

Jake: Draw, motha' f*cka'.

 

The dealer hands Jake a new card, and he picks it up from the table as Jake and Alan both look at it. The dealer watches Alan's face cringe as Jake stays remotely calm.

 

Jake: (Looks at Alan) We didn' jus' get a seven, no no; we got a three. (Quickly sleeves a three and palms the seven from his long-sleeve black shirt)

 

Alan: (Looks around then whispers) sh*t man, that's cheating!

 

Jake: (Lays the cards down on the table and runs his index finger over them) Tha's another win, baby cakes. (Grabs the loot from the table as the dealer grabs his sleeve and almost an entire deck of cards fall out) Umm...

 

Dealer: (Yells) Security! We got a palmer.

 

Jake: (Slaps the defenseless female dealer in the face with his free hand and grabs the remaining chips and starts running, with Alan close behind) Ok cuz, time to go!

 

Security begins blocking the doors off at the front exit, as Alan and Jake arrive and look ahead.

 

Alan: (Looks around) There's gotta be another exit around here somewhere! Split up again!

 

Jake: Aiight!

 

Jake and Alan both run in seperate directions as security begins chasing after them. Alan jumps off a small ledge and over a juice machine, tumbling over and landing on a man sitting at it. He quickly gets to his feet and runs to the bar and grabs a woman's drink as he keeps going. He turns around a corner leading to the other half of the casino and presses his back up against the wall and stands still. A security guard rushes around the corner and Alan sticks his foot out, causing the guard to trip over and smash his face into the ground, putting him unconcious. Another security guard runs around the corner and Alan smashes the glass into his face and punches him in the chest, causing him to fall over. Alan smirks and turns around to resume running, only to be punched square in the face by a security guard. Alan falls over backwards and bangs his head against the corner of the wall.

 

 

August 9th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [9:47pm]

Alan grabs the back of his head and slowly opens his eyes. He looks at two large Chinese men infront of him, just slightly across the room. He tries to stand to his feet from the suave leather chair he sit in, but cannot. Looking down, he sees himself strapped to it, like a steel seatbelt across his waist linking to the back of the chair. He looks to his right to see a familiar face.

 

Jake: Sup, nigga!? (Grins, also tied to the chair)

 

Alan: Got you too, huh?

 

A man stands from behind the desk chair in the office. He slowly walks out and stands infront of Jake and Alan, as the two bodyguards stand beside him. He motions for the guards to do something, and they both unlock Jake and Alan from the chairs. They both look at each other and remain seated. The office phone begins ringing, and the man puts his finger up at both of them, asking for a minute. He goes over to the phone and picks it up.

 

Man: Woozie. What do you want? I'm kind of in the middle of something. Yep, couple of guys palming cards again. (Looks over at them) No, no, I don't think I'll go that far. (Laughs) Alright, see you soon my old friend.

 

He hangs the phone up and walks back over to Jake and Alan.

 

Woozie: I'm willing to let you both go, if you just hand over the winnings you stole from my casino. Fair?

 

Jake: Yeah, sure. 'Fair'. (Stands up and offers a handshake to Woozie) Well?

 

Woozie: Hmm?

 

A triad guard whispers into his ear.

 

Woozie: Oh, excuse me, sorry. (Shakes Jake's hand) There, all's well that ends we--

 

Alan grabs the 9mm from behind his back and shoots both the triad bodyguards before they have a chance to withdraw their weapons inside their suit jackets. Woozie pulls his hand away from Jake's and steps back.

 

Woozie: I see...

 

Alan walks over to Woozie and hits him on the top of the head with the handle of the 9mm, sending him down to the floor.

 

Alan: I'm sorry. Your men are just wounded, they'll be fine, and we'll pay you the money back when we can. We just need this really bad right now. (Walks over Woozie's almost unconcious body as Jake follows and exits out the door) I think the best point of action would be to find a cheap motel, change the chips up at a different casino tomorrow and then check Caligula's.

 

Jake: I'm down. Nice shootin'.

 

Alan and Jake walk back through the casino, recieving dirty looks from security as they go. One security guard grabs his two-way and talks into it.

 

Guard: Boss? Boss!? (Puts the two-way back into the compartment on his waist and starts chasing after Jake and Alan) You two, stop!

 

Both begin charging for the door, as two more security guards at the door block it off. Alan reaches behind his back and pulls the 9mm one more time and fires at both the security guards, hitting both in the shins. Each guard falls to the floor as Jake and Alan jump over their downed bodies and burst through the doors. They see a taxi infront of the casino and they both run over to it. Jake grabs the driver's door and rips it open, yanking the driver out onto the warm stone street below. Alan gets into the backseat as Jake gets into the front, and speeds through a red light and hits a parked PCJ600 as he does so.

 

Alan: (Looks back) Home free.

 

 

August 10th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [10:18am]

Alan and Jake both wake up in a motel room. Alan sits up from the stale brown couch and looks at the black and white static on the television before turning it off with the remote. He stands up and trips over all the casino chips on the floor as Jake chuckles and gets out of the single bed. Alan goes to the closet and ignores the dead hooker hanged at the neck with a belt from the schizoid who booked the room last. Reaching up, he pulls out a hooded sweatshirt that's lost its colour from being in there so long and throws it over his head. Jake puts the same shirt he had on yesterday over his head and puts his white sneakers on, as Alan slips into his brown ones. They grab the car keys to the taxi and start collecting the chips in a white plastic bag and exit the room.

 

Alan: (Closes the door behind him) Collect the money first or scout Caligula's?

 

Jake: Guess we should check Caligula's first. We ain' far.

 

Alan and Jake check out and go outside to the spitting rain and cool breeze in the air. They go over to the parking lot and get inside the taxi and begin driving to the strip.

 

Alan: Where'd you learn to palm cards like that?

 

Jake: (Takes a left and stops at a red light) Only a few people in tha' whole world can do what I can do at blackjack. Learned from an ol' friend.

 

Alan: And there's me thinking you're useless.

 

Jake: f*ck you.

 

Jake continues driving until they both reach Caligula's casino on the strip. Jake stops the taxi and Alan puts the bag of chips on the seat and gets out. He walks over to the construction signs and examines everything. He sees a few men coming out with planks of wood over their shoulders and sweat running down from under their hard hats.

 

Alan: (Yells over) Hey, how long till this place is up and running?

 

Workman: (Puts the planks down on the floor, breathing heavily) Deadline to have it done is the 21st of next month. But at this rate, we won't have it done before next year!

 

Alan: You guys need a few extra hands on board then? Because I know a couple of guys who would be willing.

 

Workman: The foreman said cash is tight. So I dunno...

 

Alan: Well, we basically need cash fast, so let's say I bring around four people to work this place - all highly qualified of course, for err, let's say, half of what you make, that'd be alright?

 

Workman: I don't see why not. (Yells) Hey, Steve, come over here!

 

A man in an orange jacket unlike the workers all suited in yellow jackets comes over.

 

Workman: This is our foreman, talk to him about it.

 

The workman picks up the planks and walks away as Alan smiles at the foreman and begins talking.

 

 

August 10th, 1995: Red County, San Andreas [4.40pm]

Jake and Alan pull up outside Nate's uncle's house in a van that the workmen at Caligula's casino were using. They both step out of the van, with Alan carrying a bag full of money, and Jake carrying three boxes stacked on top of each other with uniforms. They walk up the steps and Jake kicks the door lightly with his foot, as Tony answers it.

 

Tony: (Steps aside and lets them both in and closes the door) So, where have you two been?

 

Alan: Helping. Get everyone in the living room.

 

Jake and Alan go inside the living room as Tony goes and gathers everyone and brings them into the living room. They all sit down as Jake and Alan stay stood near the whiteboard. Jake opens the boxes and throws a uniform to GT, Nate and Roman.

 

Jake: You all start in four days bright an' early on monday mornin'.

 

Everyone looks at each other and smiles. Alan puts the bag of money down on the table then emptys it, letting stacks of money coat the entire table as everyone laughs and smiles.

 

Tony: Everything's falling into place.

 

Alan: We're doing this.

Edited February 16, 2008 by TonyZimmzy

[Stefan.]

Ooh, Toreno. Interesting.

 

I can understand the hiatus, and will be gladly anticipating the return. Merry Christmas.

[Oxidizer]

 

Thanks for the 'plies.

Note to self: stop skimming as you misread things.

I thought you said 'thanks for the piles' - I was like 'WHAT!?'

 

Anywhore, glad to see you're still continuing with this, and great update!

 

And Toreno!

 

SQUEE!

 

<3

 

[TonyZimmzy]

If you're new to reading this story, if you wish, you can read from the very beginning, which is "Chapter 58: Growing Pains"

 

Thank you,

 

Tony.

Edited February 16, 2008 by TonyZimmzy

[TonyZimmzy]

I believe it's time to resurrect and bring forth the dead back to life. Welcome back.

Updates:

- Chapters won't be as long as they used to be; but not far short.

- This is back in progress; I only stopped to write other projects.

- New layout and format. Enjoy. Seven chapters and the break begins. And this break is not a hiatus .

 

Chapter 68: Back To Business

 

August 14th, 1995: San Fierro, San Andreas [04:34am]

The entire city of San Fierro was bellowed under darkness, and not a car but one drove along the streets. This car contained four men on their way to begin plans to bring down Caligula's casino on the grand re-opening: September 28th. Gary 'GT' Taylor - the muscle; Nate Walken - the brains; Roman Harris - the style; and Tony Zimmzy - the rainmaker, sitting shotgun with his thumb pressed easily against his chin as he looks out the window into the night with the window rolled down slightly. All four are dressed in grey jumpsuits with white t-shirts underneath. The silence has contained the open top lowrider for too long, and the ringing of Tony's cell phone breaks it.

 

Tony: Yeah?

 

Voice (OS): A way with words you have, son. That's a very cold attitude you've got there, Tony.

 

Tony: Toreno?

 

Mike (OS): Yeah, it's me. I need you out here before sun-up, understood? You know where. I'll brief you when you get here.

 

Tony: Wait, but I--

 

The line goes dead and the three men look at Tony as he puts his cellphone away.

 

Tony: (Looks to his left at GT) You better call up Alan and let him know we're gonna be one boy short for work. Toreno wants me to do a job.

 

GT: What? sh*t, boy you were meant to tell him no. We nearly gripped onto what we be needin'.

 

Tony: You ever said no to a guy like that? (Sits, staring at GT, awaiting a response, but fails to recieve one) Didn't think so. Drop me off on the railroads near Easter Basin. (Begins taking the jumpsuit off) Tell Jake to quit that pastry job and get cracking on this. Me, Mark and Alan will keep getting the money together for the supplies unless you have a better idea. And I want it foolproof.

 

Nate: (Makes a left into Easter Basin) You know we've got no other ideas. Do what you've gotta do.

 

Tony: Mark back from that job he f*cked up last night?

 

GT: Yeah. Toreno ain' too happy 'bout it. Say he droppin' him.

 

Tony: Understood. Tell Mark to get nine-to-five if need be. Here's good. (Grabs ahold of the door handle) See you at Michael's place later.

 

The car slows to a halt and Tony opens the door and steps out. He's fixed only in a white wifebeater and tight jeans along with white hi-tops now. He looks over to a small parking lot and sees a white Glendale parked. The lowrider takes off and Tony jogs over to the car and looks inside through the driver's window, seeing a suitcase on the backseat.

 

Tony: Travelling, huh?

 

Tony steps back and tightens his fist and begins ramming his elbow into the window twice, causing a loud thud with each, and once again, causing it to smash, and an alarm to sound. Tony quickly hops in through the window and slides smoothly into the seat. He punches the steering wheel twice and the alarm stops. The key is already in the ignition and he starts up the engine and the radio begins playing on K-DST. Humming along to the tune playing, he reaches into the back seat and grabs ahold of the suitcase and drags it over onto the passenger seat and opens it up, smiling as he does so.

 

 

August 14th, 1995: Tierra Robada, San Andreas [06:15am]

Tony pulls the white Glendale to a stop at Mike Toreno's ranch in Tierra Robada and slowly opens the door, embracing the chilling summer morning air as the sky begins to glow purple. He shuts the door and puts his hands into the pockets of the long, buttoned-up black coat he put on to keep warm, stretching down to his shins. He takes a few strides and arrives at a few wooden steps and he climbs them, then knocks on the door and takes a step back, until a large man in a suit and shades, wielding an Uzi machine pistol opens the door up.

 

Tony: I'm here to see Toreno, suit-jockey. (Looks around) And hurry it up, yeah?

 

The man becomes disgruntled by the remark as Mike Toreno pushes him aside and puts his arm around Tony and leads him inside the cabin.

 

Mike: Now, I'm not mad at you. I am, however, mad at Mark. That's two jobs he's failed for me. Are you the only one I can trust to get things done right for me?

 

Tony: (Pulls away and slumps into a brown leather armchair) He lost his brother man. Give him a break.

 

Mike: (Leans behind the sofa and picks up a large dark green dufflebag) I am giving him a break. That's why I'm going to double your workload for me. But hey, atleast I know you can get things done. (Throws the bag at Tony) Las Barrancas, get there and make sure the deal doesn't go down before sunrise. There will be many men - and a helicopter monitoring somewhere in the mountains. You've got more than enough there.

 

Tony: Helicopter in the mountains? What? sh*t. (Unzips the bag, revealing an un-partled RPGL) Man, I'm just seventeen; I ain't ever used this sh*t before.

 

Mike: I've got all the faith in the world in you, son. Fifty grand and exoneration if they capture you, you've got my word.

 

Tony shakes his head and zips the bag up, then gets to his feet.

 

Tony: Alright.

 

Mike watches Tony walk towards the door, as he keeps his hands firmly placed in the the pockets of his brown trousers. Tony opens the door and walks out and Mike grins, looking at his personal guard.

 

Mike: That's the good thing about kids these days. Dive right in, even if it's almost suicide.

 

Tony steps onto the gravel outside of the cabin, carrying the bag in his left hand as the wind blows his long brown hair around. He walks back over to the Glendale he stole and gets inside of it.

 

Tony: (Takes out his cell phone and dials a number and puts it to his ear as he starts the car up) Alan, it's me. Are we good to suit Jake up to go in? 'Cos I got a big job from Toreno. Fifty.

 

Alan (OS): We're good. If you pull this off, we should be able to afford what we need. I'll keep looking on my end.

 

Tony: Right.

 

Tony puts the phone down and tosses it into the passenger seat and puts the car into gear and pulls out of the small road and into a dirt road and begins climbing a small mountain.

 

 

August 14th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [08:49am]

GT, Nate and Roman stand infront of two company foremen, who hand yellow hardhats to each of the men. Other work men begin passing them by, holding planks and guiders, along with sheets and boxes. One man in an orange jacket sits on a bench outside of the casino and takes his hardhat off and turns the radio on. He tunes it as GT shakes the hand of the foreman operator of the casino redemption, and they part ways.

 

GT: (Takes out his cellphone and dials a number and puts it to his ear) Jake, tha' f*ck over here already, nigga. We in. Tell Alan, aiight?

 

GT smiles and hangs the phone up, putting it in his toolcase as he does so. The three walk over to the man that's sitting and each take a seat.

 

Man: (Looks at GT and becomes startled by his size) Uhh, got here for work early like me, huh?

 

GT: Sumin' like that, yeah. Turn that radio up a lil', we sittin'.

 

Report (OS): And although the statistics seem grim, at this present time, we're being informed of a mass body pile-up just outside of Tierra Robada. Reports suggest a lone gunman was behind the ravenous attack, wounding and killing over fifteen FBI agents and other men this morning.

 

Man: sh*t. Some crazy stuff happens out in that desert. (Puts his hat back on) Time to clock in, new fellas. Come on, I'll show you where to go.

 

GT stands to his feet, as do Nate and Roman and begin following the man. He takes them inside of the casino and through layers of blue plastic sheets, and inside lays a torn-apart casino front, with atleast eight dozen men working on the ground floor alone, along with the many guards and police officers.

 

GT: (Looks around, seeing all the guards watching the workers) What's with all tha' guards, brother?

 

Man: They make sure we don't half-ass it, and make sure we don't try anything funny, you know, planting dynamite to blow the place to sh*t, the usual.

 

Roman: (Whispers to Nate) This could be bad...

 

Nate: (Whispers back) I know. I'll think of something.

 

The man leads the three to clock in, and the foreman manager approaches them all, holding a clipboard.

 

Foreman Manager: Alright, I've got you two (Points to Nate and Roman) working ground duties; cleaning. And you two can fish out the second floor. Get moving, chop chop.

 

The three look at each other before seperating. Roman and Nate stay tight-knit as they slowly move along the floor which is covered in sawdust and floorboards.

 

Nate: We're going to need to contact Alan, let him know there's no way we can get explosives in here without being watched. (Looks at all the guards eyeing him down) This is making me nervous, man.

 

Roman: I feel you. Stay calm and we be out soon.

 

 

August 14th, 1995: Tierra Robada, San Andreas [06:38am]

Tony pulls the Glendale to a stop on a large blank hill, with minimal grass surfacing over the sand and dirt. Broken fences lay everywhere, but none in the ground. He turns the ignition off and gets out of the car and kneels down, putting the bag on the floor as he does so. He unzips it and takes out the RPGL parts and begins assembling, as black Ranchers and Washingtons begin pulling up down below, along with a helicopter coming into sound-reach from the far distance. Tony finishes assembling the Grenade Launcher and he examines below. Men in suits begin exiting the vehicles, all armed with 9mm pistols, cautiously looking around as the sky lightens to a hurling pink.

 

Tony: (Breathes out) In and out. Fifty thousand.

 

Tony hops to his feet and picks up the heavy Grenade Launcher and hoists it over his shoulder as if it were a bag of books. He looks through the sepia lense and locks onto an FBI Rancher and pulls the trigger. A whistling sound engulfs the FBI agents' senses, who begin looking around in all directions, only to see a sparkling yellow blip come crashing towards them from the north-west. All the men begin to dive out the way as the bomb hits, and the FBI Rancher is flipped thirty feet into the air with a hideous explosion. Tony ducks down and sits next to the wheel of the Glendale; breathing heavily and feeling the sweat run from his forehead and onto his black jacket. He gets back up and checks below, seeing nothing but a flaming wreck and burnt bodies all over.

 

Tony: Done.

 

The sound of the helicopter comes in clearer, and it comes into eye sight of Tony. He looks in the bag and finds no spare grenades. He looks at the helicopter fly past over his head, and a minigun begins opening fire.

 

Tony: (Screaming) What the f*ck is that thing!? f*ck! (Drops the Launcher and starts rolling down the hill)

 

Tony feels the explosion of his Glendale and it violently shoves him down the hill and into the battlefield; he's wide open with no cover but burnt FBI vehicles. Tony watches the chopper begin slowly heading towards himself again and he starts scattering along the floor on his hands and knees. He finds a 9mm pistol and picks it up, checking the clip then loading it. He scoots across the bloodsoaked sand and takes shelter beside a charcoal FBI Rancher as bullets penetrate the sand a few feet to the west of him. He watches the chopper fly by and he aims the 9mm pistol. He continues aiming as the chopper begins slowly turning around to face him again. Tony fires a single shot, and the bullet lances the engine propelling the helicopter and smoke engulfs it and it starts declining to the sand below.

 

Tony: Whoa, whoa sh*t! (Quickly gets to his feet and starts running back towards the hill as the helicopter collides with the desert ground and explodes on impact, lighting up the pink and yellow sky)

 

Tony hears sirens across the pond and quickly begins running up the hill and over it. As he tries to steady out along the way down the hill, his cell phone begins to ring. Quickly, he takes it out and answers it and continues running as he speaks.

 

Tony: (Breathing hard) Toreno!?

 

Mike (OS): Good work. But that was only the tip of the iceberg, son. You're in too deep to say no now, so get back here and we can start planning on how you disappear; new name, new story, got it? You'll work for me, and only me.

 

Tony: f*ck you, man. I ain't going anywhere. Wire me the money, then we'll talk. I've got my own business to take care of.

 

Mike (OS): You don't call the shots here, now I do on the other hand. So you'll do as you're told.

 

Tony: You said it yourself, you haven't got anyone else you can depend on, so these are my odds now. Don't call me, I'll call you.

 

Mike (OS): You're making a big mistake.

 

Tony: You're making the mistake of not putting faith into me. I'll contact you soon, Mike.

 

The line goes dead on Mike Toreno's end as Tony shrugs it off and puts the cell phone back into his long black jacket's left pocket and continues running against the chilling wind and towards his next destination.

Edited February 13, 2008 by TonyZimmzy

[Stefan.]

Yay! We are back!

 

A great way to get the story back on track; I cannot believe I did not see this.

 

Good job. Well worth the wait, I tell you.

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter 69: Air/Earth

 

August 15th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [11:15am]

GT, Nate, Roman and Jake are each sitting on a bench out back of Caligula's, and the sun is beaming down on them as they relax on their break. GT is on his phone, and he gets up and begins pacing back and forth as the others watch his distress.

 

GT: Things ain' goin' as we planned, man. We set up out here fine an' all, and we been lookin' around, and we know some vents and sh*t where it can all go, but tha' guards don't let us sh*t without watchin' us, man.

 

Alan (OS): Alright. Yeah, it's a set back, but it's been bought now; Tony and Mark cut the deal with the cash he made yesterday.

 

GT: That's cool, partner. But we ain't got anywhere to put it. It's gotta be an outside job; we're useless to tha' plan now.

 

Alan (OS): Not necessarily. Give us some time to brain storm. Just keep working there and I'll see what we come up with on our end, alright?

 

GT: Alright. Guess this is goodbye for now.

 

GT hangs the phone up and puts it back in his toolbox. The foreman operator comes out and joins the four with a smile on his face. He takes his yellow hardhat off and wipes the sweat covering his brow and offers a handshake to GT.

 

Foreman Operator: You've done a brilliant job on the ground floor. We might even have the grand opening sooner than expected thanks to you boys.

 

Roman: (Slowly stands up) Wait, hol' on...what about all the way up? We only done the groun' floor an' the secon' floor.

 

Foreman Operator: Ah yeah, that's right I forgot you haven't been here but two days. We already took care of the top floors. We've just gotta finish up the first three floors, and the ground floor is nearly finished. Isn't that great news?

 

GT: Yeah...great news...

 

The foreman operator walks away as GT and Roman both crash back into the bench and all men look at each other in disbelief.

 

Jake: Aiight, get my cuz' back on tha' phone. We ain't gonna have till next month at this rate. sh*t. Can't believe this be happening.

 

 

August 15th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [13:02pm]

The four men are still working on the ground floor of Caligula's, be it much slower than before. The foreman operator and manager both walk through the blue sheets and start yelling in delight, as everyone stops working and turns to face them both.

 

Foreman Manager: If I can have everyone's attention for a moment please, I'd like to confirm that we'll be paid a visit by the supervisor later on, and if we're up to scratch, we'll be getting this place up and running by next week.

 

Everyone minus GT, Nate, Roman and Jake begin cheering and celebrating as they all get back to work.

 

Nate: I sure hope Tony and Alan come up with something, because I'm fresh out of ideas.

 

Jake: What 'bout if we destroy sumin', you know, set produce back a 'lil bit!

 

GT: Tha's a stupid idea, boy. See if Alan and Tony come up wid' anything before doin' sumin' stupid, aiight?

 

The four men resume working in the blistering heat, as the foreman operator and the foreman manager both walk outside into the open and look at the vibrant strip of Las Venturas in the afternoon.

 

Foreman Operator: So what time should I be expecting him to arrive at?

 

Foreman Manager: Around two. I'll catch you later, Jim. Goodluck.

 

The foreman manager exchanges a handshake with the operator and walks down the stone steps and continues walking towards the strip.

 

 

August 15th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [13:57pm]

GT sets down some wooden planks on the floor beside Jake's feet and he picks two of them up, handing one to Jake as he does so. They start hammering nails into the planks pressed against the wall in the far west of the ground floor, and Roman looks around to see no guards around.

 

Roman: (Quickly runs over to GT and Jake) Aiight, that supervisor dude will be here in a minute or two. Think we should take him out?

 

Nate: (Calmly walks over and looks around to check for guards once more) I'm with Roman on this one. One of us waits for him to arrive and we whack the bastard.

 

GT: (Sighs) Aiight. Roman, you down?

 

Roman: (Holds his hand out and slaps palms with GT) Always, bro.

 

GT: Aiight, get to it.

 

Roman looks around and examines where the guards are and starts maneuvering towards the back door and goes outside and towards the parking lot, and he sees a dark green Kuruma pull up, and a young man with long brown hair in a suit step out, holding a clipboard and with a long black jacket over his other arm. Roman smiles and casually turns around and walks back inside, as the other three look at him.

 

GT: (Looks around and walks over to him) Why tha' hell you back in here!?

 

Roman: (Laughs) Bro, we don't need to worry 'bout sh*t.

 

The supervisor walks through the blue sheets at the front entrance and is approached by the foreman operator, who looks a little shocked, but offers a handshake none the less.

 

Foreman Operator: Aren't you a little young to be a supervisor?

 

GT, Nate, Roman and Jake all grin upon seeing Tony dressed in the suit holding the clipboard. They watch as the operator gives him a hardhat and a pair of goggles. He looks over to the four of them and exchanges the grin as the operator begins walking alongside him.

 

Tony: So tell me, why do you think it should be up and running for next Sunday? It will still need safety checks, you know.

 

Foreman Operator: And I'm confident we'll pass any safety checks to get the place up and running for next Sunday. Take a look around the place and enjoy the sights.

 

Tony: Thank you. Could you possibly run out to my car and get me my bottle of water? I must've left it inside by mistake, and I get dehydrated pretty quickly.

 

Foreman Operator: Right away, sir.

 

Tony watches as the foreman operator begins running towards the back doors leading to the parking lot, and when he's out of sight, he runs across the sawdust covered black marble floor and over to the four homies.

 

Tony: Alright, I haven't got a lot of time. (Puts the coat on the floor and looks around to make sure nobody sees him) A little present courtesy of fifty big ones.

 

Tony takes out four large sticks of C4 dynamite and hands one to each of the men, then takes one more out for himself and pockets it.

 

Tony: Got a new job for two of you. This place isn't going up next Sunday, because we're gonna blow out the basement and cause a fire on the test run. You just worry about getting them into the vents of the basement, I'll worry about security, and Alan and Mark are collecting the dirt and wind we need.

 

GT: Dirt an' wind? What?

 

Tony: I'll explain later. Alright, he's coming back. Act cool. (Picks his jacket up and stands back to his feet)

 

The foreman operator walks over to the five men talking and laughing and hands a large black bottle to Tony.

 

Foreman Operator: Is this it?

 

Tony: Yeah, that's it. Thanks. Listen, I'm gonna take some of your crew here down to the basement to show me around, make sure I don't touch something I'm not supposed to. Be back in ten minutes.

The four lead Tony towards the stairs and they begin going down them and soon enter into the basement, where a few guards are talking with coffee in their hands. They walk past them and walk further into the darkness of the basement and arrive at the air system.

 

Tony: Jake, this is the tightest one and as you're the smallest, this will be yours. Remember this spot, because when we come back with the charges, this will be your spot, too.

 

Jake: Aiight, coo'.

 

Everyone looks around as Jake grips ahold of the pipes on the wall and climbs up and into the vent and begins crawling through.

 

Tony: Alright, the rest are the same size, so get past the guards and choose your own vents. Place them here. (Flips the sheet on the clipboard over and reveals blueprints of the vent operating system with red crosses where the dynamite goes) Remember this, because the charges will go here aswell, and they'll do a lot more than these sticks will do.

 

GT: (Starts following Tony) Aiight, but what 'bout this dirt 'n wind sh*t, man?

 

Tony: We're going to need Earth and Air to calm the blast into a fire. These sticks will collapse the entire ground floor.

 

Nate: (Speeds up alongside Tony) So you're going to surround the sticks in soil in the vents. What about the wind?

 

Tony: Portable coolers, they'll keep the soil chilled, causing the explosion to be less deadly. The basement will erupt in flames and the vents will be destroyed. The vents will be the first thing they re-build, which will take around two weeks, then the charges will go inside.

 

Roman: An' you came up with all this in an hour?

 

Tony: Funny what you learn in school. Alan called me and luckily I was in Las Venturas because I couldn't hitch a ride home after yesterday morning's events.

 

Roman: 'Chu mean?

 

Tony: All the bridges are closed because the FBI have shut 'em off. Alan and Mark are coming over via boat, and they should be here tomorrow to help out. Alright, get going, I'll cover for you. You've got about five minutes.

 

Tony walks past the guards and gives them a slight smile as he walks back up the stairs and onto the ground floor. He sees the foreman operator and walks over to him.

 

Tony: Alright, everything checks out. I'll set up a safety simulation on Tuesday and Thursday. Goodluck.

The foreman operator is overjoyed and grips ahold of Tony's right hand and shakes it, laughing.

 

Foreman Operator: Thank you so much. Mr. Leone will be so pleased. Is there anything else I can do for you?

 

Tony: I'll be sending two of my associates over tomorrow to monitor how things are going. And those four men that showed me around the basement were very helpful. If anything, they should recieve a raise.

 

Tony and the foreman operator both laugh as GT, Nate, Roman and Jake walk back up the stairs. Tony winks at GT and GT nods his head and they resume getting back to work, as Tony shakes the operator's hand once more and walks towards the blue sheets leading outside.

 

 

August 20th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [21:09pm]

The lights are glowing dimly outside of Caligula's casino, as men and women dressed formally pull up in sharp and smart cars and begin entering into the casino on the Tuesday night safety run; everything like a normal night at Caligula's will assume. The foreman operator is dressed in a black tuxedo and is greeting people at the golden front double doors as they enter and hand over their invitations. Inside, light classical orchestra music is playing over the sound system as people begin gambling. GT, Nate, Roman and Jake are all dressed in black pants, white shirts and tight sleeveless silver jackets, with a Caligula's logo printed on the back. All men are serving drinks as the night begins to open. On the outside, Tony stands in his long black coat and a scarf around his neck as the wind picks up, blowing his long brown hair in the wind. Next to him is Alan, dressed in jeans and a brown jacket alongside Mark, dressed in a dark red t-shirt and jeans.

 

Tony: (Takes out his cell phone and dials it) GT, get in place. We're doing this now.

 

GT (OS): sh*t! The night's just started! I figured you'd kick sh*t off later, you know...

 

Tony hangs the phone up and slips it back into the pocket of his coat and takes out a small silver remote and looks at the building as he waits a few moments, then presses it. He holds his breath, but nothing happens.

 

Tony: Perfect.

 

Alan, Mark and Tony begin walking across the street to the casino and hand their invitations to the foreman operator, who gives a smile to the three men he's been seeing a lot of lately. They walk inside and black smoke is covering the ground floor, as everyone is choking up and coughing.

 

Alan: Hey, Jim, what the hell's going on!?

 

The foreman operator rushes inside and puts his hands on his head and screams, looking at the carnage of everyone trying to find a way out.

 

Tony: Jim, this is unacceptable. Ten minutes into the safety run and a fire breaks out? Call the fire department; we're shutting this down.

 

The foreman operator drops to his knees, watching the smoke engulf the ground floor of his masterpiece as Alan, Mark and Tony turn around and walk back outside, smiling as they see GT, Nate, Roman and Jake come around from the side of the building.

[bewbs182]

Wow. Looks like you put a lot of time into this. I can't wait to read it tommorow.

[Stefan.]

Nice work; I enjoyed it. Keep it going!

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter 70: Vanishing Act

 

September 21st, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [03:38am]

Tony is crawling through a cramped metal vent on his elbows with a satchel charge firmly strapped to his back and a flashlight in his mouth, pointing directly fowards, along with a two-way transmitter in his left ear. Alan and Mark are shortly behind him, and Mark is breathing heavily and noticeably sweating. He slows to a halt as Alan looks back at him and Tony slows down.

 

Alan: Come on, what's wrong?

 

Mark: I'm drained, nigga. I been restin' while you two been off doin' work for Toreno fo' tha' past month. sh*t, I ain't used to doin' this.

 

Tony: Come on, less talking more moving. You and Mark make a left, I'll see how GT and Jake are doing. Can you guys hear me alright?

 

GT (OS): Loud an' clear. We done, we gonna get out.

 

Tony: Make sure you re-wire the CCTV footage before you leave; we don't wanna f*ck up again.

 

Tony crawls through the vent then stops and takes the satchel charge from his back and puts it against the top of the vent, and it sticks in place. He takes out a remote.

 

Tony: Remember the remote's coordinates?

 

Alan (OS): Yeah, I got it.

 

Tony: Good. I'm done.

 

Tony presses some buttons on the remote and begins crawling back the way he came.

 

Tony: Alright. I'll bring the rest through later today, so keep quiet about it to everyone else

 

Alan (OS): Come on, do you really need to?

 

Tony: It's always nice to have a plan to fall back on. One week and it comes down. (Tweaks his transmitter to all signals) Everyone lay low for the next week. All rent out different motels, we don't know each other. I'll see you at the Clown's Pocket in a week from now. Over and out.

 

 

September 27th, 1995: San Fierro, San Andreas [11:52am]

Tony walks out of a Burger Shot, wearing black shades and a black t-shirt and jeans, finishing off his burger and tossing the wrapper into the bin. He walks towards his dark green Kuruma and unlocks it and sees Nate walking across the street. He looks around and then gets inside of the car and watches Nate walk into the plain building.

 

Tony: The hell are you doing out here, Nate? (Takes out his cell phone and dials a number and awaits a response) Alan, it's me. You heard from Nate at all?

 

Alan (OS): Nope.

 

Tony: He's here in San Fierro when I told everyone to stay in Venturas. I'm doing a job for Toreno later, so I can't see what he's upto.

 

Alan (OS): It's probaly nothing.

 

Tony: Right now, I don't trust anyone but you and Jake. Something's not right here, I'll brainstorm something up. See you tomorrow at eight.

 

 

September 27th, 1995: Tierra Robada, San Andreas [13:12pm]

Tony pulls the Kuruma up to Toreno's ranch and stops it then quickly gets out. He takes his shades off as he locks the door and slips them into the v-neck of his shirt and walks up the steps and bangs on the door, and a bodyguard opens the door. Tony walks inside, seeing a dozen guards in the room and Mike Toreno sitting in his single leather armchair, beside him is a young, pale-skinned man, with short brown hair and a dark suit.

 

Tony: What's so urgent? You know me and Alan have sh*t to do tomorrow.

 

Mike: I waged on a war I can't possibly win without the help of my best men, which is why I've also called Alan here. He should be along in fifteen minutes.

 

Tony: What's going on Toreno?

 

Mike: Vice City's mob is pushing in on our activities over there. The company I work for are very disappointed in this young man here. Me and his father are business partners, so you, Alan and these men here are going to make him disappear. Fly him to Merico, he'll be out of sight there and you can take a well deserved break.

 

Tony: Will I be back in Las Venturas by tomorrow at eight?

 

Mike: (Slowly stands up) You'll both be home for your little fireworks show, yeah. And goodluck with it. Destroying a mob-run casino on opening night is going to bring a lot of heat down on your heads, kid..

 

Tony: That's the point. We draw Leone's attention out and we give the honour to Mark of finishing him, like he did to his brother.

 

Mike: Whatever you say, son. Get geared up, it'll be a long flight.

 

 

September 27th, 1995: Merican Border, Merico City [20:27pm]

The black helicopter containing Mike Toreno's associate, Tony Zimmzy and Alan Wood flies overhead of the Merican border, as guards begin trying to shoot it down with M4 machine guns, and jeep 4x4s with Miniguns attatched to the backs begin setting off for the chopper. Tony and Alan each take one side of the doors and begin firing down to the endless jeeps that begin flooding the streets of Merico City.

 

Alan: (Yelling over the gunfire) So tomorrow after the casino comes down and Mark takes out Leone, what next? Someone will come for us, you know!

 

Tony: (Yelling back) We'll worry about that then! Right now we've gotta take care of this!

 

The helicopter takes a vicious shot and starts spinning out of control.

 

Guard: sh*t! We're going down! Boys, grab a 'chute!

 

Tony and Alan both grab ahold of parachutes along with Mike Toreno's associate and his many bodyguards, and they all dive out of the helicopter. The bodyguards pull their chords and are shot and gunned down instantly, while Tony, Alan and Toreno's associate slam head-first into a river. The jeeps speed by as they re-surface.

 

Tony: (Coughing and spitting water out) How far to your place, Bruno!?

 

Bruno: It ain't far!

 

The three men climb out of the river and run into a dark alleyway in a small, nearly deserted town. Toreno's associate, Bruno stops and looks at Tony and Alan.

 

Bruno: I should be good to make it on-foot from here to my father's place. Goodluck on making it back to San Andreas before tomorrow evening.

 

Toreno's associate runs through the alley as Alan and Tony both look at each other.

 

Tony: He was pretty nice for a Russian kid. Always thought they were aggressive.

 

Alan: Forget about that right now. We've gotta re-think a plan before tomorrow night. Any ideas?

 

Tony: Not a one.

 

Alan: Me either.

 

Tony: We're screwed.

 

Alan: Yup.

 

 

September 28th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [20:08pm]

Everyone is waiting inside the lobby of the Clown's Pocket; all dressed in black suits and ties. Alan bursts through the doors in torn and tattered street clothes and everyone begins approaching him, as he shoves past them and heads towards the bar and grabs two shots of vodka and downs them.

 

GT: Where tha' hell is Tony!? We doin' this in less than a hour, dog!

 

Alan: Tony's on his way. He had to stop at Toreno's ranch. Said he had something to pick up.

 

GT: sh*t! Nigga, aiight.

 

Alan: There's no rush anyway, as long as we take the place down before ten and before anyone starts surrounding the place. (Looks at Nate, who looks nervous and is sweating) What's wrong with you?

 

Nate: What? Nothing, nothing. Alan's right. Let's just stay calm and wait for Tony.

 

All the men sit down on stools as the bartender brings drinks over to them, when the doors of the place are kicked open and men in suits begin flooding through. Alan reaches behind his back and grabs a 9mm pistol after hearing the doors burst open and takes aim at the first man he sees and fires and puts a bullet through his skull. The man drops to the floor, dead. Another man shoots the 9mm pistol out of Alan's hand, and it lands on the floor, as men aim MP5 machine guns at them. They put their hands up and Alan closes his eyes and sighs. Salvatore Leone walks through the doors, holding a 9mm pistol and wearing a long black open coat covering his black suit. He looks at the group of men and laughs.

 

Salvatore: This is what I was meant to be worried about? A bunch of dumb kids playing big men? Well, come on, let's go. Take 'em.

 

Alan: (Looks to Jake and whispers) Tony was right to be paranoid after all. sh*t...I hope this plan works.

 

The Leone mafia members grab ahold of the men and escort them outside of the Clown's Pocket and put them into Leone Sentinels and quickly begin driving out onto and along the strip towards Caligula's. They soon arrive, and Salvatore gets out of his lone car and his men drag Alan and the others out of the Sentinels and into the deserted ground floor of Caligula's casino. Salvatore chuckles as he watches his men take them inside.

 

Salvatore: Wondering why it's so empty in here? Let me fill you in; the grand re-opening was postponed after I learned of your little plan to sabotage it. Tie 'em up.

 

The men grab ahold of chairs and rope stashed behind some slot machines and they fixate them in the center of the room. Men from afar aim MP5s at them as they're seated and bound to the chairs. Salvatore slowly walks around them and stops infront of Nate.

 

Salvatore: (Looks at everyone) There's always a snitch in every organization, haven't you learned this yet?

 

Roman: (Screams) Nate! You son of a bitch! You sold us out!

 

Salvatore presses the 9mm pistol he's holding against Nate's head and pulls the trigger, blowing his brains all over the floor behind him, and everyone watches as his neck is flung back over the chair for blood to pour down his back and onto the black marble floor.

 

Salvatore: This dead piece of sh*t right here? Nope.

 

GT's chuckles and slowly stands to his feet, towering over everyone, smiling down at Alan.

 

GT: It's just business baby, it's just business.

 

Salvatore: I want you to take all of 'em out at nine sharp. Seeing as, after all, that's when you were planning on killing my beautiful casino. Benny, Angelo, let's go.

 

Two men, along with GT follow Salvatore out of the casino as a dozen Leone men stand watch with MP5s over Alan, Jake, Roman and Mark.

 

 

September 28th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [21:00pm]

A Leone gunman looks at his diamond watch on his left wrist and watches the second hand turn and nine 'o clock hit. He looks at the men and hoists the MP5 up, gripping it tightly and aiming it at the four tied to chairs in the middle of the dark room, when glass is blasted by a hail of bullets behind the Leone gunmen, killing half of them and causing them to crash into the floor below, dropping their guns as they do so. The remaining men begin exchanging fire, but quickly die. The front doors are opened and Tony walks inside, holding a Minigun.

 

Tony: (Drops the Minigun and starts running towards the four) I got worried when you weren't at the Pocket! (Starts un-tying Alan and looks at Nate) What the f*ck happened!?

 

Alan: GT was the one who set us up, not Nate! That's what happened!

 

Tony unties Alan and they both untie Jake, Roman and Mark. They all look at each other as they hear cars pull up outside. Tony runs over and grabs the Minigun as everyone else grabs ahold of MP5s, and they see endless police cars infront of the casino. Tony starts firing the Minigun at the cop cars, which cause many to begin exploding upon impact to each round of bullets. The others run over and start firing at the police cars coming in the distance.

 

Roman: We boxed in! Leone would send his men to prison over this, too!?

 

Tony: I guess he had faith in you to escape! Or they saw me with this! But I'm out! I'll go check the back exit!

 

Jake: Hurry! We runnin' outta ammo here!

 

Tony tosses the Minigun on the floor and starts charging through the blood-drenched Caligula's ground floor and arrives at the backdoor. He stops hearing gunfire and hears doors being kicked open and turns around to see police begin tackling Alan, Jake and Mark to the floor. Roman is running towards him and Tony kicks the backdoor open.

 

Roman: We gotta go!

 

Tony: sh*t! What about them!? We can't just let 'em get caught!

 

Roman: We gotta go! Now! Or it's us too!

 

Tony and Roman run out the backdoor and hear sirens coming towards them. They run over to Tony's dark green Kuruma and get inside of it.

 

Roman: You still got the detonator!?

 

Tony: Yeah!

 

Roman: sh*t, I bet GT told 'em where all the charges were anyway.

 

Tony speeds out of the parking lot and through a bush and onto the strip. He makes the first left towards the airport and squad cars speed out of a small road, blocking their route. Tony swerves the car to avoid hitting the squad cars and an officer rolls down his window and aims his 9mm pistol at the Kuruma and shoots, bursting the back right tire and causing the car to smash into the airport fence. Police get out of their squad cars and aim their weapons at Tony and Roman. Tony quickly takes the detonator out of his pocket then holds his hands up, as does Roman.

 

Tony: Yeah, GT probaly did tell Salvatore about the charges we put down, but not the ones I put down later. Only Alan knew 'bout them.

 

Roman: Goin' out with a bang. Nicely done.

 

Tony smiles at Roman, who smiles back and he presses the detonator. The ground below them shakes as the police stand firmly aiming their guns at Tony and Roman in the car, and a cloud of smoke and flames can be seen rising ever higher back at Caligula's casino, as the shaking and trembling becomes louder and heavier.

 

Tony: I sure as hell hope they got outta there in time, though. Guess we lost.

 

Tony and Roman's doors are opened up by cautious police, who pull them out of the car and begin handcuffing them both.

[Stefan.]

Blimey, that was good. GT? I never thought he would do that. And RIP Nate.

 

Another great chapter. Keep it up.

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter 71: Hit

 

September 29th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [14:03pm]

Locked behind bars in a small, cramped and dingy basement prison cellar, Tony and Roman both pace back and forth, while Alan, Jake and Mark stay firmly seated. Alan runs his fingers through his long black hair, scratching his head as the guard across the room watches the television. Tony walks over to the bars and puts his elbows on them, resting and watching the television; a news report of what happened last night.

 

Reporter: ...Contacts have always reported that Caligula's casino was owned by rumoured mob boss Salvatore Leone, but we cannot confirm or deny this statement. If you're just joining us, we've been with this story all morning and mid-day, and that is on the strip in Las Venturas in the state of San Andreas, Caligula's casino has fallen. Five suspects were arrested last night, but it is unknown wether they're guilty or not. They will appear before a court on January 4th to determine their fate. For legal reasons, we cannot name three of the possible culprits, as they are under the age of eighteen. The two that can be named are rumoured gang runners Roman Harris and Mark Mansell. Pictures of the two will now be screened, and we can confirm all five men are locked in a holding cell awaiting transfer to Liberty City's penitentiary later this afternoon, where they will spend their time until January 4th if no bail is presented. Bail for each man is two-hundred-and-fifty-thousand dollars.

 

The guard takes his feet of the table and finishes eating his donut and turns the television off. He wipes the crumbs from his uniform and looks at Tony.

 

Guard: Boy, you ain't ever gettin' that bail money. You as guilty as they come.

 

Tony: What're you gonna do, fatty? You wanna go? I'll go.

 

The guard laughs and tosses some crumbs at Tony as some officers walk into the room and begin talking lightly with the guard, beyond Tony's ear reach. Tony watches the guard talking with the officers until they walk away. The guard scratches the back of his head and turns to face Tony.

 

Guard: Which two of you are Tony Zimmzy and Alan Wood?

 

Alan drops his hands and stands to his feet and stands next to Tony and nods his head as he looks at Tony, then back at the guard. The guard walks over to the cell and puts the key in the lock.

 

Guard: Bail for you two has been paid to state office. I hearby announce you're free until your court hearing on January 4th, 1996.

 

The guard unlocks the cell as Tony and Alan both look at each other, then back at everyone else, who're just as stunned as them. They slowly walk out of the cell and the guard walks over to the desk and sits back down.

 

Guard: Well, bye then.

 

Alan: Ain't we got any paperwork to fill out or anything?

 

Tony: Yeah. And can I get my sh*t back?

 

Guard: Nope and nope. Goodbye.

 

Tony and Alan both look at each other and then head for the door leading upstairs. They both turn back and look at Jake, Mark and Roman and give slight waves before leaving. They go upstairs and past the officers, who remain seated looking through documents. They walk outside and sitting infront of them is a black Washington, with a man leaning against the door, dressed in a suit and shades.

 

Man: Mr. Toreno says he has something for you both. Get in.

 

The man opens the back door of the car and his own door and all three men get inside. Tony looks nervously at Alan as the car begins driving away from the local prison.

 

Man: (Hands a cell phone to Tony) Mr. Toreno is on the line awaiting your reply.

 

Tony: (Puts the phone to his ear) Yeah?

 

Mike (OS): Good. No problems getting out I take it?

 

Tony: Not a one. Tell us what's going on.

 

Mike (OS): Well, Vice is really pushing in on my ass. I'm running out of options, and I just spent a lot of money to get you out of there for a little while, so I was hoping you could do me a personal favour. In return, I can grant you and your friends freedom.

 

Tony: Then we'll do it.

 

Mike (OS): I want you to do a hit.

 

Tony: That it? Me and Alan have been doing hits for you for--

 

Mike (OS): (Coughs, abrupting Tony's conversation) Hey, hey, don't interupt, alright? This isn't just a hit. I want you to perform a hit in Vice City - on Tommy Vercetti.

 

Tony closes his eyes and rubs his forehead as the line stays silent.

 

Tony: A hit on Tommy Vercetti?

 

Alan's eyes widen and his head snaps towards Tony, and he stares a hole through him as he swallows the lump in his throat down hard.

 

Mike (OS): That's right. You kill Tommy Vercetti and you'll get your freedom. You have my word on that.

 

Tony: Alright.

 

Mike (OS): Everything you need is at the ranch. My driver should be taking you there as we speak. I want the hit done on December 27th. Vercetti will be hosting a very important party in his mansion. Kill everyone. Leave not a soul alive in there. Stealth is out of the question, so you'll be storming the place.

 

Tony: Consider it done.

 

Mike (OS): And make sure you both pick the phones up I left for you at the ranch. Don't screw this up.

 

Tony hangs the phone up and tosses it over to the driver. The driver hands two backpacks to him.

 

Tony: What're these?

 

Man: A change of clothes for each of you, courtesy of the boss.

 

Alan: (Takes a backpack from Tony and looks inside) So, I take it we're taking out Vercetti for exoneration?

 

Tony: (Opens his backpack and looks inside) Looks that way. Nice suit.

 

 

September 29th, 1995: Tierra Robada, San Andreas [16:36pm]

The black Washington slowly comes to a stop outside of Toreno's ranch in Tierra Robada and the man gets outside of the car and opens Alan's door for him. Alan steps out and Tony follows, and all three men walk towards the cabin. The man puts the key in the door and opens it up and leads Tony and Alan inside. A black dufflebag sits on the brown armchair and it's unzipped. Tony strolls over to it and looks inside, seeing two M16 machine guns, clips and body armour - along with two grey cell phones. He zips the bag up and passes it to the man, who takes it out towards the car.

 

Tony: (Takes the backpack off of his shoulder and takes his black t-shirt off) Damn, I dunno about you but I feel pretty tired all of a sudden.

 

Alan: (Takes the backpack off of his shoulder and takes his brown t-shirt off) Yeah. We'll have a lot of rest and relaxation in Vice, though.

 

Tony takes out a smooth white v-neck t-shirt and slips it on, along with a brown suit jacket he slides on. He adjusts the collar as Alan takes out a button-up dark green shirt. He slips both arms in and buttons it up as the man comes back inside.

 

Man: We have a helicopter awaiting you at San Fierro.

 

Tony and Alan leave the backpacks on the floor as Alan picks up the dufflebag and both cell phones. Tony follows him outside as all three get back into the car.

 

Man: (Reverses out of the gravel driveway) We've suited you up to stay at a top class hotel while you wait.

 

Tony: Right. This brown jacket is like something my grandfather would wear man. It even has dark patches sown into the elbows. It itches, too.

 

Man: We weren't aware of your clothing style.

 

Tony: Whatever. It's alright. I'm gonna get some shut eye. Call us when we're there.

 

Alan: Yeah, me too.

 

 

September 29th, 1995: San Fierro, San Andreas [17:51pm]

The propellers on the helicopter pick up speed as Tony and Alan get out of the car. The man watches them walk into the helicopter and Alan closes the door behind him and they both sit down. The helicopter begins gaining height as Tony's old cell phone begins ringing. He takes it out of his jacket pocket and answers it.

 

Tony: Hey.

 

Roman (OS): Hey, it's Roman, I ain't got long on this phone but I just gotta wish you goodluck.

 

Tony: You didn't have anyone else to phone with your one call? Just my luck.

 

Roman (OS): (Laughs) Hopefully we see you before January 4th. Peace, bro.

 

The line goes dead and Tony puts his cell phone back in his pocket.

 

Tony: You think we'll be able to take him down?

 

Alan: Yeah. After all, we ain't just doing it for us; we're doing it for all of us.

 

Tony: Just feels a little sh*tty that we're going to get r'n'r beside a pool while our friends get tossed into Liberty penitentiary upstate.

 

Alan: I'm not gonna be taking it easy.

 

Tony: I guess I won't either then. I'm gonna catch some more sleep.

 

Alan watches as Tony shuts his eyes and drifts off to sleep, and he unzips the dufflebag and looks at the M16 machine guns quizically.

 

Alan: Now, how the hell would I use one of these things?

 

 

September 30th, 1995: Downtown, Vice City [09:20am]

The helicopter begins landing on the top of the largest building in the Downtown area of Vice City. Tony's jolted awake by the landing and he rubs his eyes, as Alan looks at him, aiming an M16 at him. Tony holds his hands up slightly as he yawns.

 

Tony: The heck are you doing?

 

Alan: Practicing. I've been assembling and taking these things apart all night. I've become pretty fast. Wanna see?

 

Tony: Not really. (Opens the door) I guess we're here. Hey, pilot, where abouts are we?

 

Pilot: We're at the boss' building, Downtown. This is where he runs his operations from.

 

Tony and Alan both get out of the helicopter and walk along the roof of the building until they reach a door. Alan opens it up and Tony follows him inside and they go down the stairs, taking glances out of the windows as they do so, at the amazing, sun-glissened view of the beach and ocean. They take the stairs all the way to the bottom of the building and walk outside. Two cars sit in the parking lot with large red bows attatched. Tony looks at Alan and Alan looks at Tony and they both smile.

 

Tony: Good God, look at that. That's mine for sure.

 

Tony runs his finger along a dark blue Banshee before jumping over the door and hopping inside. Alan opens the door of his dark green Cheetah and steps inside and reverses out of the parking lot and starts driving north.

 

Tony: Idiot doesn't even know where he's going. We're meant to...mother f*cker has the map. (Turns the ignition on)

 

Tony reverses out and starts speeding after Alan. Both men dodging traffic and causing massive pileups as they go. Alan puts the handbrake on and drifts around the corner to the right and looks at the bridge up ahead. He sets it back into gear and puts his foot down and starts speeding towards it.

 

Alan: (Looks in his mirror) Come on, let's see if you can keep up with me; this ain't England anymore.

 

Tony skids around the corner in the Banshee, slamming into a guy on a motorbike, and causing the man to fly off and land on the street around ten feet infront of him. Tony laughs as he puts it into gear and looks at the biker start getting up.

 

Tony: I'm already going down, why not have some fun!?

 

Tony gets up to over 100mph in a matter of seconds and slams into the biker, who's sent spiralling into the air and his body makes a hideous, bone-chilling thud against the concrete, head first. Tony looks up ahead in the distance and Alan has stopped his car outside of an Ammunation. Tony slams the footbrake on and slows the car down and stops next to Alan. Alan rolls his window down.

 

Tony: Why'd you stop?

 

Alan: I'm gonna check out the shooting range in here.

 

Tony: sh*t. Well I think I just murdered that guy, so you might wanna give me that map. (Turns around and sees a dozen men and women running towards his car) Better make that quick.

 

Alan hands Tony the map to the hotel and Tony speeds away. Alan turns his ignition off and gets out of the car and walks into the Ammunation store.

 

Alan: (Approaches the man at the desk and reads his name badge) Hey there, Jack. I was wondering if I could use your shooting range?

 

Jack: Cassidy shootin' range is open to anyone. What do you need to work on?

 

Alan: (Lifts the dufflebag and puts it on the desk) I need to get good with one of these things as fast as possible.

 

Jack: M16, huh? Looks like a 1979 model, probaly seen a few wars. My older brother Phil knows a lot about these. Why do you need to get good with one'a these?

 

Alan: Because something's standing in the way of freedom, and I can't have that now, can I?

[Stefan.]

Great chapter; I enjoyed that one.

 

Vice City, the land of the free.

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter 72: Storm

 

December 27th, 1995: Starfish Island, Vice City [14:56pm]

Tony and Alan both sit beside each other in Tony's dark blue Banshee, dressed in the same clothes they arrived into Vice City with nearly three months ago, except both men now have shorter hair. Both men are holding M16 machine guns and are sitting parked at the western entrance to the island. Tony's cell phone begins to ring. He already has it in his left hand and he answers it and puts it next to his ear and looks at Alan.

 

Tony: Toreno. We're here and ready.

 

Mike (OS): Good. Now I hope your sun and fun hasn't dulled your blade. Remember, leave no one alive.

 

Tony: No one alive. We've got it.

 

Tony hangs the phone up and tosses it onto the bonnet of the car. Both men step out of the car and prepare to go to war on an unexpecting Tommy Vercetti. Both men have small bags over their shoulders reaching down to their hips on the other side, along with body armour under their tops. They hop over the cream-coloured knee-high walls and begin sneaking through the back gardens and grassy areas until they arrive at a large hedgemaze. Alan puts his finger to his lips as he sees three men wearing dark green hawaiian shirts standing on a porch to the north-west of him. Tony stops and stands still as Alan slowly begins climbing over the hedgemaze. Tony aims the M16 at the men incase they spot Alan, and Alan drops over the other side. Tony throws the M16 strap over his shoulder and climbs up the hedge and drops over the other side, too; landing next to Alan. Both men begin sneaking through the hedgemaze.

 

Alan: You got any idea where to go in this thing?

 

Tony: Not a one. The next time we see men, we're gonna have to take them down.

 

Alan: Alright.

 

Tony and Alan continue through the maze until they reach the exit; they land at a pool where many men and women, all dressed formally are relaxing at. They all stop eating, drinking and drop conversation upon seeing Tony and Alan, who smile at them.

 

Alan: Let the party begin.

 

Tony and Alan grip hold of their M16s and take aim as everyone begins screaming and running for the exits. Tony starts moving in as Alan stays where he is, each firing round after round into the innocent party-goers. Tony grabs ahold of an old man in a grey suit jacket and tosses him into the pool and aims the M16 at him and begins firing at him; the water quickly turns dark red all around him.

 

Alan: We've got company!

 

Tony turns around to see Vercetti's men begin coming out, each holding Skorpian machine guns. Alan blasts the heads of each man off as Tony sees more coming around the side. He takes aim with the M16 and begins firing. He hits one in the chest three times, causing him to trip over and land on the grass. The two men behind him fall over his dead body, and both Alan and Tony fire at them, hitting their legs, body and head numerous times.

 

Alan: Inside!

 

Tony follows Alan through the underpit of the mansion and through the endless dead bodies as they run through and begin reloading their clips. Upon entering, they see more men in dark green hawaiian shirts coming towards them. They both take aim and stand beside large white pillars and start firing. The five men are quickly gunned down as Tony and Alan continue moving. They go up a flight of dark red carpeted stairs and through dark red hallways and they soon arrive at the mansion mainfloor, where a dozen men are standing with Skorpian machine guns all over. Alan quickly dodges the fire and takes stance behind a pillar and ducks in and out and begins exchanging fire. Tony stays in the hallway, ducking in and out and firing at the men coming from Alan's behind.

 

Tony: Alan, we've got a lot of men coming in!

 

Alan turns to see men begin running behind Tony. He takes aim at Tony and Tony quickly ducks down and lands on his back and takes aim at the men, upside down. Both Alan and Tony open fire on them and they're all shot down. Tony and Alan both hear a helicopter above them on the roof. They both begin running towards and up the stairs, firing behind them as they go up backwards to any men coming in from the outside main doors. They begin running across the ledges and through the hallways and up the stairs to see men on the roof. They take cover behind a large stack of barrels and Alan begins reloading as Tony ducks out and starts firing at all the men, who fire back with Skorpian's. Tony takes the remaining men out and they both run out onto the roof and watch as the helicopter begins taking off. They fire at it and see a man lean out of it in a grey pinstripe suit with a dull pink shirt and fading grey hair. He aims an MP5 down and fires one shot, hitting Alan in left arm. Alan drops the M16 and falls to the floor as Tony continues firing at the helicopter until it's out of range.

 

Tony: sh*t! He got away! (Looks down at Alan) You all right?

 

Alan: (Slowly sits up) I'll be fine. Just need to get to the hospital and get stitched up.

 

Tony helps Alan up and he grabs ahold of Alan's M16 and they both walk back through the mansion, covered in atleast fifty bodies in and out. They walk out the main doors of the mansion and hear sirens coming towards them.

 

Tony: sh*t, not again.

 

Tony and Alan both begin running through the gardens and grassy areas as police cruisers speed through Starfish Island and stop at Tommy's mansion. They both hop over the wall after checking it's clear and get inside of Tony's Banshee. Tony starts it up and reverses and quickly begins speeding to the hospital. He grabs the phone on the dashboard and dials it and puts it to his ear and awaits a response.

 

Tony: Toreno, he got away in a chopper. We got about thirty, thirty-five of his men.

 

Mike (OS): That's not good enough. Check every business he owns, and eliminate them all in the process. You make sure he dies today or I'll leave your friends to rot, and it'll be on both your heads, understood?

 

Tony: Understood.

 

Tony hangs the phone up and throws it on the dashboard as he slams the footbrake and clutch down and stops at the hospital.

 

Tony: Go get healed up, I'm gonna go to the Malibu; his chopper was heading in that direction and Toreno told me to take it down.

 

Alan: Alright. Be careful.

 

Alan opens the door and gets out. Tony reaches across and pulls it shut and quickly puts his foot down and turns the car and starts speeding back over and across Starfish Island. After a matter of seconds, he speeds through the police cruisers, who see him belting across the Island and half of them get into their cruisers and begin following him.

 

Tony: (Looks in his rear-view mirror) Ah like I give a f*ck anymore.

 

Tony grips ahold of the wheel tightly with his left hand and he grabs the M16 with his right and turns his body, leaning out of the open-top Banshee and starts firing at all the cruisers' tires. They quickly spin out of control and crash into the small bridge fences or go down into the river. Tony slams the brake on and makes a left and keeps going. The Malibu comes into view and he sees a helicopter parked on the grass to the left of it. He hightens his speed slightly and opens his door and drifts onto the grass. He grips ahold of the M16 tightly and rolls out of the car and along the grass as the car collides with the stationed black helicopter on the grass, causing them both to go up in a tail of flame. Tony quickly hurries to his feet, tripping over himself slightly as he begins running towards the entrance of the Malibu club, holding the M16 in his left hand.

 

Tony: (Runs past the flaming wreck) Vercetti!

 

Tony jumps up the stairs of the closed Malibu club and starts kicking at the doors. He stands back and takes aim with the M16 and shoots the glass out and opens the doors through reaching in. He goes inside to see three cowering bartenders and two female waitresses setting the club up for later tonight. With the black heart he's been forced to carry, he takes aim at the waitresses and fires at them, hitting them in the ribs and chest as they're tossed over and soak the green dancefloors red. The bartenders begin making a run for it and Tony follows them with the gun, keeping it close-knit on their every move. He fires three single shots at each of them, to the back of the neck, putting them all down. He pulls the release on the gun and the dead clip falls to the floor as he reaches into his pocket for another clip. His pocket is empty. The door to the backroom opens, and an aged Tommy Vercetti walks out with a meer 9mm pistol in his left hand by his side.

 

Tony: (Aims the gun at Tommy) You who I think you are?

 

Tommy: Put it down; it's not even loaded, kid.

 

Tony tosses the gun to the floor and tenses his fists and begins walking towards Tommy, who aims the 9mm pistol at Tony's theigh and fires a shot. Tony's theigh explodes with blood jumping out of his jeans and splattering all over the floor. Tony grabs his leg and lets out a scream as he falls to the floor and lands on his back, looking up at Tommy.

 

Tommy: Now, me and my friends are going to leave. If you wish to stay alive, you stay down, got it?

 

Tommy leads Phil Cassidy, Ken Rosenburg, Kent Paul and Maccer past a bleeding Tony on the floor. Each of the men look down at him as they go. After they all leave, Tony begins crawling along the floor and goes into the office, leaving a blood trail as he does. He grabs ahold of the phone and brings it down onto the floor and he sits up beside the brown table in the teal-hinted room. He dials a number and hears the doors to the front kick open again. He looks out the open door and sees men in suits carrying MP5 machine guns.

 

Tony: (Whispering) sh*t, those can't be Leones. Toreno's men! He sold us out!

 

Tony grabs ahold of the desk and pulls himself up and limps over to the window and opens it up and climbs outside and rolls down the grassy hill and into the muddy waters of the river as rain begins to pour down heavily. Tony swims alongside the bank until he makes it to a wooden bridge and he pulls himself up and out of the dark, dingy water and starts limping towards Starfish Island, which is barely in sight from where he is. A black Washington comes around the corner and Tony turns around to see it coming his way. It picks up speed and drives straight into Tony, sending him over the bonet and crashing into the concrete below. One man rolls the window down, aiming the MP5 at him and firing twice before the car begins speeding away. Tony jolts as each bullet hits him in the center of the back and his eyes fade in and out as the car speeds away. He keeps them open until the car is out of distance, then digs his bloody fingernails into the concrete and starts pulling himself into the alley beside the road, bleeding heavily. He sits next to a dumpster and rips open his shirt, then gently takes the body armor off, revealing the two MP5 bullets lodged in the back. He coughs violently before passing out underneath the heavy rain.

 

 

January 4th, 1996: Staunton Island, Liberty City [12:35pm]

Media covers the wooden courtroom as flashes of cameras constantly flicker every second. Alan, Jake, Roman and Mark are lead through the room by guards, shackled and chained together, wearing orange jumpsuits, and Alan's arm resting easily in a dark blue cast. The guards stand them infront of the judge, as the juries' eyes are fixed soley on the men.

 

Judge: Due to the unfortunate circumstances of one man in question of the crime, seventeen-year-old Tony Zimmzy being dead, it's only fair we place his pending sentance on seventeen-year-old Alan Wood, who is already guilty of conspiracy to commit murder in Vice City, Florida, on December 27th of last year. According to crucial witnesses, Alan Wood was the ring leader in the brutal attacks on September 28th in Las Venturas, San Andreas. Jury, have you reached a verdict?

 

One man of the jury stands up and clears his throat, staring at Alan, who keeps his head down, staring at his black boots and chains wrapped around his ankles.

 

Man: Guilty.

 

Judge: (Watches the man sit back down then turns his attention back to the four) Through your thoughtless crimes and actions, it's my duty and our United States' pleasure that we sentence all four of you to life in prison, with no option of parole during your serving. (Pauses for a moment) You will not stand solitary in a regular prison facility; you will be shipped out of the country to London, England, where you will serve your sentence in Hell Mary's.

 

Alan's heart sinks into his stomach as he hears the judge bang his wooden mallet against the table. Alan closes his eyes and lightly shakes his head as he feels tears begin lightly streaming down his cheeks.

[Stefan.]

R.I.P Tony. And wow, life in prison?

 

Who knows what will happen next.

[Oxidizer]

Right. I'm hyped for EFH so I'm considering reading the stuff leading up to it that you've already posted, but being blonde as I am, I fear I'll get awfully confused with RtHC.

 

Ah, f*ck it! I'll read this anyway.

[TonyZimmzy]

Right. I'm hyped for EFH so I'm considering reading the stuff leading up to it that you've already posted, but being blonde as I am, I fear I'll get awfully confused with RtHC.

 

Ah, f*ck it! I'll read this anyway.

Well, there's a long 36 days before the next saga of the story, Escape From Hell begins, so catch up if you wish . The story does begin exactly where the next chapter leaves off at. The next chapter will end this saga.

[Stefan.]

So that's what your sig is about? A new saga?

 

I see. Well, I'll be waiting for this chapter very patiently indeed.

 

 

Stefan. packs the popcorn.

[BlOoDStReAm101]

Great writing. Liked chapter 72 a lot. I'll be following this till the end.

[Oxidizer]

Finally caught up.

 

f*ck, I'm hyped for EFH now!

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter 73: The Encounter

 

December 28th, 1995: Las Venturas, San Andreas [00:03am]

A small Dodo plane comes hurling into Las Venturas airport and crashes into the ground, skidding along the smooth tarmac in the black of midnight until it comes to a slowing stop. The latch on the door is lifted and the door is opened. Tony emerges, covered in dry blood with hazy eyes and vomit stained on his chin. He stumbles off the plane and his left foot catches the edge of the door and he falls face first into the ground a few feet below. He pushes his hands on the floor; his elbows are trembling as he uses his strength to push up and get back to his feet. Sirens are closing in from every direction as he grabs his ribs and begins attempting to run, but results in a slow limp. He gets to a group of yellow and blue crates and pushes his back up against them as a helicopter with a search light beaming down passes by over head, not catching his location. He continues to move.

 

Tony: (Reaches into his pocket and pulls his cell phone out and dials as he quickly limps to a fence and stops beside it) Come on bro, answer...answer for f*ck sake.

 

Tony recieves no answer. He coughs and shoves it back into his loose pocket and grips the fence. Using his feet as leverage, he climbs over the fence and drops onto the sand-covered grass on the other side. He looks to his left and sees an empty freeway and he quickly limps across the wet grass and through it, climbing over the concrete seperator between the lanes and making it to the other side. He climbs the small hill and arrives at a loose mesh fence. Pushing past it he continues going. He arrives at a parking lot with a dark green Rodeo parked alone with no other cars around. The sirens get further and further away with each step he takes; he begins to breathe sighs of relief. He puts his hands on the car and takes a few deep breaths in; coughing up phlegm and spitting it onto the puddled-floor below as rain lightly drips from the stubble on his chin. He elbows the window of the car, smashing it first try. He unlocks it from inside and opens the door up, then slouches down into the seat. He leans down and rips the wires out and quickly hotwires it. The engine heats up and breaks the condensation coating the windows and he begins to drive.

 

Tony: sh*t. Why did Alan have to check himself out of the hospital? He could of ran into Vercetti and finished him.

 

Tony makes a right and begins driving down the freeway.

 

Tony: No, think; if he killed Vercetti, it would of made the news by now. It's been a good eight hours or so since I passed out.

 

Tony watches the heartless red and blue sirens begin flooding his rear view mirror; blinding him. He pushes the mirror down and continues looking at the road.

 

Tony: sh*t...

 

He picks his speed up and takes a sliproad on the right, and the police begin following. He rubs some of the dry vomit from his chin as he shifts his body around and watches the five squad cars following his. He quickly turns onto a small road on the right and they continue following.

 

Tony: (Picks his speed up and takes a left onto the strip) If I'm caught now, I'm done for. This can't happen. Toreno'll find out I'm alive and I'll be executed on the spot.

 

He starts speeding south on the strip and flicks the mirror back up, focusing on the cars in his rear view mirror with squinted eyes, not checking the road infront of him, when he violently crashes into something. Tony's heart jumps through his chest as his neck snaps foward to see a man in a suit holding an MP5 machine gun being flung through the air. Tony swerves the Rodeo to a halt as a police squad car crashes into the back of it, and the others begin stopping around it. Tony opens the door and rolls out of the car; using his elbows to keep him in motion; hearing gunfire all over. He crouches behind the car and looks ahead; he sees a warzone infront of him. His eyes widen as he realizes the situation. In the middle of the strip just north of the Four Dragon's, a war between the triads and the mafia rages. Tony wipes the sweat from his forehead as police behind his car begin shooting at all sides of the gang members. Tony grabs the back of his head and crawls foward, grabbing the MP5 machine gun of the now downed mafia member he ran into, then quickly scurries back to the position he was in.

 

Tony: (Checks the clip and cocks it) Jesus Christ, what luck. I'm stuck between cops and suits.

 

Tony leans backwards, staring underneath his car and positions the MP5 to the side and places it on the floor; keeping his finger on the trigger and aims at the officers' ankles and starts firing. Blood, flesh and bone explode out their boots as limp bodies crumble to the floor, screaming from their shattered and breathless lungs as they do so. Tony fires into each of their midsections and the mafia turn their attention to him upon hearing the open fire from behind. Three members start firing and hit the car. Tony rolls into a small hedge and takes cover behind the base of a tree. Breathing heavily, he waits for the gunfire to stop, then he leans out and begins firing back, hitting the three mafia members in the heads; one bullet each. He watches them fall halfway to the ground and takes cover again. He peeks out and sees mafia members begin running towards him, when cranks of long-distance fire can be heard.

 

Mafia Member: Sniper!

 

The mafia member's head is torn clean from his body upon his futile screaming out. Tony pushes down onto the stone and starts crawling across the road as loud shots can be heard, then a second later bullets penetrating mafia members. Tony takes cover behind a light blue Solair as the exchange of fire continues to roar, along with the sound of even more sirens closing in. Tony leans out and sees a large black Mule pull up. The back opens and mafia members begin flooding out, along with a large black man, dressed in a black suit.

 

Tony: GT!?

 

Tony watches his former friend and former Grove OG begin to take cover with the mafia members and exchange fire. He checks his clip; one remaining shot left. He begins crawling to the west until he hits a small wall. Checking behind him, he watches for gunfire as he climbs over the wall, making sure nobody saw him. He positions himself on his knees and takes aim from afar.

 

Tony: Three hundred feet with the wind blowing as hard as it is...I need God on my side for this one.

 

Tony lines his shot up, putting the aim directly locked onto GT's head. He squeezes the trigger and fires. The bullet lances through GT's shoulder, who screams and grips the open wound; dropping his gun the moment his scream erupts through the air. GT falls to the floor as the remaining triad members begin taking the mafia members down. Tony watches as police vans and FBI squad cars begin flooding in from the freeway exit. Tony turns his back and begins to leave, when he sees the two remaining mafia members help GT up and begin helping him towards the van they arrived in.

 

Tony: (Climbs back over the wall and starts limping towards the three across the street) You're not getting away that easily you fat piec'a sh*t!

 

One of the mafia men fall to the ground as blood viciously shatters from his back. The other one stops to check on him when his neck is blasted clean through, and his head begins dangling on the skin as his body slumps into the back of the van. Tony grabs ahold of GT's waist and tackles him to the floor as a bullet hits the side of the van where GT's head was two seconds ago. Tony grabs the back of GT's smooth, bald head with both hands and yanks his neck back - then slams his face straight into the concrete with all his might. GT's left leg begins quivering as Tony sees the police and agents arresting the triads. He slaps GT in the back of the head and puts the MP5 in GT's right hand and gets up off of him and looks to his right, seeing an open garage door around the side of the Four Dragon's. He limps over to it, gripping his ribs tightly as he coughs and goes inside, where he finds a few triads ducking down behind a navy-blue Washington.

 

Tony: (Ducks down beside a man in dark glasses) The mob tryin'a squeeze you outta Venturas?

 

Man: Indeed. One of my men mentioned you took some of the gorillas down. I'm Wu Zi Mu, but you may call me Woozie, as my friends do.

 

Tony: Tony, nice to meet you. Damn, you wanna close that garage or what?

 

Woozie: Not yet. I'm waiting on a friend I had taking them down from afar with a piece. I just hope he hasn't got caught up in all the drama out there.

 

Tony turns his attention to back outside, where two FBI agents look down at GT's unconcious body. One puts his hands on his side as the other one begins lifting the heavy man. Seeing his partner struggling, he grabs ahold of GT's legs and they both begin carrying him away as the MP5 drops out of his hand and to the ground below.

 

Tony: That'll teach that fat mother f*cker. Enjoy prison, f*ckin' snake.

 

Woozie's phone begins ringing. He takes it out and puts it to his ear. Without saying a word, he nods and hangs up, putting it away.

 

Woozie: He's safe and on his way over. Close the shutters down and help our injured friend here inside, will you?

 

Tony: I'm alright now that fat c*nt's goin' down in the same way as my friends, but thanks.

 

Woozie: Sounds like you have a history.

 

Tony: You could say that.

 

Tony slowly stands to his feet as does Woozie and the few triads. Tony follows as Woozie's men lead through a narrow wooden door and into the casino ground floor, which is sabotaged; slot machines lay on the ground, roulette tables are smashed to splinters, all the windows have been smashed out. Tony looks at all the damage and sighs.

 

Tony: Looks like you've got a lot of work ahead of you.

 

Woozie: Tell me about it. By the way, you're not from around here, are you? The accent tells the story of either England or Austrailia.

 

Tony: London, England.

 

They listen to the silence outside, with a few sirens in the faint distance closing out into the night. The front door is opened as Tony looks over to it, seeing an average-looking black man with short black hair walk in, carrying a Sniper Rifle in his right hand and wearing a black jacket over the top of a white wifebeater and dark blue jeans.

 

Woozie: CJ, thank you my friend. Without you and our young friend Tony here, I think we would've lost this one for sure.

 

CJ: (Approaches and looks at Tony, then back at Woozie) It ain' like we won! sh*t! Look at this place, man. Damn. (Looks back at Tony) Who're you?

 

Tony: A friend, obviously.

 

CJ: Aiight. My bad. I'm a 'lil on edge. I come home, everything's f*cked up. I hear the three men me an' my brother put in charge of keepin' sh*t straight are done. One dead, one missing and a snake that would'a been dead if you hadn't took him to tha' ground.

 

Tony: Sorry. But that snake is the reason why my friends are awaiting trial next week. And one isn't missing, he's well and alive; in police custody.

 

CJ: f*ck sake. sh*t's always gotta be f*cked up. Thanks for tha' help, though. I owe you one, aiight?

 

Tony: I'll keep it in mind.

 

 

January 4th, 1996: Staunton Island, Liberty City [12:44pm]

Tony drops the television remote he holds in his hand to the red lace-carpet floor below and hangs his head down. Both Woozie and CJ look at him; each man sitting on different chairs in the casino office. Tony runs his hands over his short brown hair and then back again. He looks up at the television infront of them and he sighs.

 

Tony: This can't be happening...

 

 

January 7th, 1996: London, England [23:36pm]

The fog laces thick over a small ship sailing on the dark open water. Nearing midnight in London, the ship passes under a bridge and an Island comes into view. The only route to civilization in both New Stanford and London by foot and car is non-existant. Inside the boat, Alan, Jake, Mark and Roman sit, chained up. The boat slowly comes to a halt as a light rain begins to drizzle in the freezing cold air. Two guards, wielding M4 machine guns order the four to stand up without words, but only a shift of his rifle. They rise, and the ship door is unbolted. They're marched off the ship and onto the ice-covered grass below, covering their black boots in a thick black substance. Roman looks at Alan as they're marched foward.

 

Roman: You ain't said a single word since we got sentenced. What's really up, man?

 

The guard shoves past Jake and Mark and slams the back of his M4 machine gun into the back of Roman's skull. Roman drops down onto his knees and starts coughing. The guard reaches down and grabs his arm and hoists him back up, pushing him foward as he does so. Through the now heavy rain and fog, a massive castle-like building comes into view, with only one light shining brightly, from a long tower behind it, looking down over the entire grand structure, as if the castle were small. Mark looks up at the huge guard tower.

 

Mark: (Whispering) Jesus Christ...it's gotta be two hundred feet high...

 

They stop at the large wooden double doors. The guards start unbolting the door as lights from boats out at sea shine brightly on them.

 

Voice (OS): Convoy 72, you're cleared to open the door.

 

The doors are unbolted, and the guards stand back as the doors slowly push open from the inside by six guards, all wielding M4s. Infront of them is a five hundred foot long dirt road to another large gate; the crashing gales and waves slam hard into the narrow path, drenching all men. The guards unchain them when the gate crashes to a close and they're marched foward once again. Alan keeps staring at the ground as Roman looks at him.

 

Alan: (Whispering) This place...

 

Roman: (Whispering) What?

 

Thunder and lightning begins spreading across the pitch-black sky as rain slams hard into the muddy floor below. Stopped at the doors, the eight guards unbolt the door and screaming from hundreds of men can be heard inside. The doors make a hideous crunching sound as they scrape along the mud-covered concrete, revealing inside of this prison, the inmates running wild. The guards keep their M4s aimed firmly infront of them, as Jake, Mark and Roman look on in disbelief.

 

Alan: (Looks at Roman) This place is Hell.

 

The doors are deadbolted behind them, as some large Mexican inmates look over; each man in white wifebeaters, covered from wrist-to-shoulder in tattoos each arm. One places his hands cupped around his mouth and looks up to the empty night sky above.

 

Inmate: (Screams) NEW MEAT!

 

All inmates begin cheering and screaming as a small Mexican man comes from out of a stone cell on the second floor and throws a knife at all four of them. Not having enough time to react, the knife penetrates and rips through Mark's shoulder, as blood explodes onto the wet mud below. Mark lets out a violent scream as he falls backwards, landing in the cold, dark mud and gripping at his torn shoulder.

 

Roman: Jesus Christ...

 

Jake: Oh God...

 

Alan, Jake and Roman bend down to help Mark. Alan grips ahold of the knife pierced deeply into his shoulder and rips it clean out in a single motion, as Mark continues to scream. Roman and Jake both look at Alan, who looks back at both of them.

 

Roman: We've gotta get outta here, man!

 

Alan looks around at all the inmates screaming and cheering; standing on the ledges and leaning out the holes where windows should sit, then up at the huge blinding white light leering down over them from high above, almost acting as sunlight; but suffocating their vision, then locks his eyes back on Roman's.

 

Alan: We're not getting out of here alive.

[Oxidizer]

ZOMG! Guess who's hyped?!

 

And I can't bring myself to even acknowledge CJ's existence without thinking "OG Nig Nog!" - he'll be nuttin' dem in da pussy in no time.