Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas Stories

[sam33]

What would be cool is if for me you did it like how the last couple of missions in SA were. Like that one where you parachuted onto that mansion with the triads to kill Big Poppa (I think it's his name). Or the mission (Second to last I think) where you had to go with Ceaser and fight through all those projects against the Ballas and he had 3 gang members with him and one had a sword. Those kinda big action sequenced missions were the ones I really liked rather than driving to clucking bell then shooting up some car. Oh and Catalinas missions were awesome. You could do robbing local 7/11's in los santos or something similiar to that.

[The Unvirginiser]

Yeah, the thing is - some missions will be duller than others, but will enhance the story... Just like a GTA game.

[Lethal Nizzle]

Of course. I'm eager to see how you set the Los Santos act out.

[The Unvirginiser]

 

Save your game, this triggers a cut scene.

 

White Power

 

Cut Scene

 

It’s now dark, the moonlight creeps across a silent street in Los Santos, just down the Road from Old Reece’s barber shop and Well Stacked Pizza. A group of around thirty white men, all with skinheads gather in the middle of the road. They range from teenagers to middle aged men, all wearing jeans and black army coats. One stands at the front, the crowd gathers around him. His name is Max Stark, he stands just over six feet high, thin, but toned with a goatee.

 

Max: Can you smell this street? It’s almost as bad as the Latino hoods up in the hills, I’m sick of this f*cking city - Look at it! These black f*ckers have come and slapped their culture over what used to be ours, this used to be a white neighbourhood before the f*cking government shipped all the immigrants here; most of which are here illegally. Our Grandfathers worked their asses off to build this city and fought to defend it, what for? For this? I’m sick of white kids getting their asses kicked in their own country, I’m sick of having to compete for jobs with immigrants who work for below minimum wage! The stature of Happiness says bring me your poor and your hungry, well now we’re the ones that are poor and hungry! This isn’t happening far away it’s happening right here, in this neighbourhood, right in that building behind you! I used to work in that Pizza place, so did Chris and Mike, now it’s been taken over by some fat, ugly Latino who’s making a killing off hiring border jumpers! The drug store has been turned in to a f*cking black gang tattoo parlour, that old f*cking barber is polluting the streets with the f*cking stupid afros these ni**ers are walking around with! Who’s sick of all this?

 

Gang: Yeah!

 

Max: Are we gonna’ sit here and let our community be raped?

 

Gang: No!

 

Max: Are we gonna’ ante up and do something about it?

 

Gang: Yeah!

 

Max: You’re God damn right we are!

 

The men all begin putting on masks and balaclavas, concealing their faces. They pull out guns, bats, Molotov cocktails and knives. Led by Max, they tear down the street, screaming and chanting. As they pass cars, they kick off wing mirrors and punch windows. Some climb on top and begin to smash them up with baseball bats. Molotov cocktails are thrown through shop windows, men go inside and attack the owners. Gunshots and flashes come from shops and apartments that they break in to, followed by screams of pain. In one fluid movement they charge in to Well stacked Pizza and begin trashing the store, executing the employees one by one. Every car in the parking lot is destroyed, as well as the building being set on fire. The gang runs out and continues tearing through the hood.

 

Billy is sleeping in Sweet’s house, he wakes him up, brandishing a pistol.

 

Sweet: Wake the f*ck up!

Billy: What’s wrong?

Sweet: Just got a call from my boy on Temple drive, he said those white skinheads have just trashed their hood, I think they might be on the way here. Still got that MAC-10?

Billy: Yeah

Billy pulls the Uzi from under his pillow.

 

Sweet: Right, I’m gonna take the Tec-9 over to CJ’s then wake up Ryder, he’s got a shotgun I think. That double barrelled shotgun is upstairs man, get it and hold down this house, I’ll go wake everybody up and get them strapped. We’re gonna hold down this hood man.

 

End of Cut Scene

 

Your hood is under attack

 

A green layer falls over the mini map, which then begins to flash red; indicating attack. Hold down Sweet’s house from the skinheads, Ryder will shoot from his home and CJ and Sweet will shoot from the Johnson house. Sweet yells from the house.

 

Sweet: Andy, Bear and Smoke are on the way, hold tight.

 

Men pour from the alley ways and jump over fences and walls, flooding on to Grove street. Fire from the windows with the shotgun and the Uzi, killing as many as you can. Some don’t have guns, and try to charge your house from hiding behind cover such as walls or cars. Don’t let them in, keep firing from windows and the door. They throws bricks and rocks at the windows, and fire at the house, putting holes in the brick and wood.

A van pulls up in front of the Johnson house, about eight men jump out and storm in through the front door.

 

Help CJ and Sweet.

 

Leave Sweet’s house and make your way through the group of skinheads, killing them or causing them to flee. Run through the front door, avoiding fire from the men on the streets.

 

Ryder: Help them!

 

Ryder holds down fire from his car with a shotgun.

Run through the house, CJ and Sweet are upstairs with Brian; barricaded in to a bedroom. They are exchanging gunshot with skinheads literally feet away. Beverly and Kendal are hiding in the closet.

Storm in and blast them with the shotgun, blind fire around the corridor. The gunfight lasts for a few minutes, CJ and Sweet come from behind the barricade to help.

Run back outside with the three Johnson brothers to help Ryder.

 

Max: F*cking burn!

He throws a Molotov cocktail at a house, it goes through the window and sets it ablaze.

 

Billy: Mother f*cker!

Max: C’mon, let’s go, we’re getting the f*ck outta’ here!

 

The remaining skin heads jump in the van, they leave the back doors open and continue shooting at the Grove Street members. As they speed down the road, they pass an oncoming car, filled with Smoke, Andy and Big bear. They pull up to the carnage at Grove street, one of the houses burn.

 

Smoke: Where are they man?

Sweet: You just f*cking drove past them. Get the fire department on the phone man, CJ go check on Mom.

Andy: They attack Temple drive too?

Sweet: Yeah, Seville Boulevard barely held them off, some Ballas got over run too.

Billy: That’s good…

Sweet: I think we need to stick with the Ballas on this one, that gang is a threat to all of us.

Billy: What about when the Ballas were shooting Tony? F*ck the Ballas, f*ck the Vagos, we’ll handle this ourselves. We’ll have to deal with this in the morning.

Sweet: Smoke, go over to Temple drive man, Ryder, you go Seville. The Grove has to stick together on this one.

 

Mission Passed

 

 

Edited March 25, 2009 by The Unvirginiser

[VCRules86]

sweet mission virgy. the best part for me was the references to American History X in the opening scene, I love that movie.

[The Unvirginiser]

 

sweet mission virgy. the best part for me was the references to American History X in the opening scene, I love that movie.

Glad you noticed that, this story is filled with all sorts of references to books, music and films.

Edited March 25, 2009 by The Unvirginiser

[sam33]

Wow man, just wow. Even though they've just come in I love 'em these skin heads seem so ruthless.

[TomVDC]

I finally cought up with the story and it's f*cking amazing!!

I'll be watching this more then I ever did before...

Great work Will!

 

Just makes me feel like writing all over again.

 

grtz

Tom

Edited March 26, 2009 by ~Vic Vance~

[Omnia sunt Communia]

I enjoyed the latest chapter, the skinheads make a welcome change to the recent run of organized crime syndicates and low-level street gangs. They seem to be running on a tank full of racist stereotypes, which bothers me somewhat. They talk and act in a rather typical "skinhead" manner. That doesn't necessarily have to be a bad thing, but it may get a little tiresome later on down the line.

 

Another thing that bothered me was the fact that you called an MAC-10 and "Uzi." Technically speaking the MAC-10 is not a Uzi, as an Uzi is an family of sub-machine guns, rather than a name for sub-machine guns in general. Maybe use the term "SMG," "machine pistol," or "sub."

 

Also, Sweet doesn't seem like the sort of person who'd side with the Ballas, under any circumstances. I think Ryder or Smoke would be more keen to seek their assistance, considering their dealings with them later on.

[The Unvirginiser]

Been very, very ill recently, and busy with coursework so sorry for the lack of updates. After this weekend this should be a lot more consistent.

[The Unvirginiser]

Writer's block is sh*t.

 

I'm thinking maybe Tenpenny tips them off that there's a skinhead party going down and you've gotta go and firebomb the windows or something. Then the police came, because Tenpenny's tipped them off and you've got to escape back to the Grove?

 

 

[Chunk]

That seems a good idea. Like Burning Desire then, though instead of rescuing some bitch, you have to escape from the cops. Nice, I just hope you can get over your block so you can write it.

[The Unvirginiser]

Sorry for the lack of updates, been pretty busy.

 

 

Go back to the red marker in front of Sweet’s house after you save.

 

Two wrongs don't make a right

 

Cut Scene

 

Sweet is inside his house, clearing up damaged furniture from the shootout.

 

Billy: You all right man?

Sweet: No, I’m pretty f*cking far from all right, my Mom, Kendal and Brian could have been killed then. We’ve not even done anything to them mother f*ckers, it’s all because of skin colour. We’ve got enough problems fighting the Ballas. I made a few calls; the lead guy is called Max Stark. Some asshole that had his family killed in a Balla shootout years ago, bitter as f*ck.

Billy: Well we gotta’ do something!

Sweet: Damn right we have, oh sh*t! Look, C.R.A.S.H is here…

 

Sure enough, a LSPD patrol car pulls up in the middle of the Grove.

 

Billy: What’s been done with the bodies?

Sweet: They’re in the back of Ryder’s truck, they just need burning.

Billy: Sh*t, so there’s about six guys under the little cover on the back of his truck?

Sweet: Yeah, what the f*ck did you want me to do? Sh*t, here they come.

 

Officer Tenpenny and his partner approach Sweet’s open door.

 

Tenpenny: Well, Billy Hogan, look what the dog dragged back to town. I thought you were dead boy.

Billy: Well, I hoped you were dead, boy.

Tenpenny: Is that right? Seems like quite a lot of damage in the house… wild party?

Sweet: The wildest.

Tenpenny: What about all of them bullet holes and bullet shells outside? Maybe I should take a closer look at Lance’s car over there.

 

We see a close up of Sweet and Billy’s hands; they both remove their guns and put them in the back of their pants.

 

Tenpenny: But then I’d have to arrest you all wouldn’t I? No, I got a better idea. I’m gonna’ help you boys, help me, to help yourselves, understand?

 

Sweet and Billy give each other confused looks.

 

Tenpenny: Don’t hurt your little brains trying to understand the fine points of police work. These white skinhead boys, I don’t like them any more than you do. Seems they’re having a little party tonight, celebrating their little ‘victory’. You know the old warehouse over in Verona beach?

Sweet: Yeah…

Tenpenny: Illegal rave, big eight foot amps and everything. Those boys are well financed it seems. You guys get over there fashionably late; bring your own party to them, all right?

Billy: All right.

Tenpenny: Oh yeah, and you’ve heard of Max Stark? He’s not the guy running the show, just the puppet.

Sweet: What do you mean?

Tenpenny: Cat named Richard Banks, little old guy. He’s running the show; behind the scenes. The gang are his little army, LSPD have been trying to pin something on him for years. Somebody always seems to take the sentence for him. You boys make him go away, then Max go away, then most of that gang will fade off in to the night. Catch you boys later.

Billy: Wait! Why the hell are you helping us?

Tenpenny: Because I can't afford to let a gang run Santos any more than you do... especially a white one - brother.

 

End of cut scene

 

Sweet: Well first thing’s first, let’s get rid of these bodies.

Billy: Me and Ryder will dump those bodies somewhere, you scope out the warehouse. All right?

Sweet: Yeah, I’ll take Andy and CJ with me.

Billy: You be careful with Andy man.

 

Get in Ryder’s car with Ryder.

 

Ryder: Where we going man?

Billy: Somewhere to get rid of these bodies… where do you suggest?

Ryder: The pier? Some shallow grave up past the hills? The sewer? The river? I don’t know man, use your imagination.

 

At this stage, you can drive to anywhere quiet and secluded to dump the bodies.

Head up to the hills, past Vinewood. When you reach the countryside, Ryder notices a police Rancher following you.

 

Ryder: F*cking police tailing us man, speed up.

Billy: Nah man, don’t act suspicious…

 

Don’t speed or overtake any cars, drive normally.

 

Ryder: Look, just pull off in to this country lane and head for them woods man.

 

Drive to the red marker up the lane, the Rancher follows. Park up in the red marker.

The Rancher stops and two police officers get out with torches.

 

Police officer: What are you two boys doing up here?

Ryder (Whispering to Billy): Get my gun out of the glove box.

Ryder: Nothing officer, just enjoying the scenery…

Officer: Is that right? Is this your car sir?

Ryder: Yeah!

Officer: Licence and registration please sir…

 

Ryder takes the colt 45 off Billy.

 

Ryder: Here… Billy, take the other one.

 

Ryder quickly blows off the cop’s head with the pistol, sending him falling back in a spray of blood. Get out of the car and kill the other cop before he can withdraw his gun or call for backup. After two shots to the chest with the MAC-10, he falls back dead.

 

Billy: Jesus Ryder, they were cops…

Ryder: You don’t say.

Billy: You didn’t have to shoot them, where he f*ck did you get a 45 from?

Ryder: Mind your own f*cking business nigga, I say we put all the bodies in the cop car and torch it? What you think?

Billy: I suppose…

 

The screen fades to black…

 

You now have one Molotov cocktail and the car is full of bodies.

 

Ryder: Go on man.

 

Throw the Molotov and let the car burn. 

Billy: Let’s get to that warehouse.

 

Get back in Ryder’s car and head for the marker on your radar, about halfway there, your phone rings.

 

Billy: Hello?

Andy: Yo, it’s your bro.

Billy: Sup?

Andy: I’m with Sweet; we’ve just scoped out the party, there’s a lot of them here. Let me set the scene, there’s like a compound with a few warehouses. The guys are raving inside the compound, not inside the warehouses though. There’s one gate in and out, with bouncers on guard; probably with guns. I’ve just seen that Max Stark guy go in, he’s with a little old man that Sweet thinks is that Richard guy.

Billy: Right, anyway on to the roof?

Andy: Yeah, some dumpsters and a fire escape.

Billy: Right, if I got up there with a rifle, think I could hit that Max guy?

Andy: I don’t know man, it’s pretty dark. There are some flood lights that are switched off; on the roof is a power box, if you can flip them back on then maybe.

Billy: Right, well all hell’s gonna’ break lose when I start shooting. Be ready at the gate, when they come flooding out, be waiting and blast them.

Andy: Good plan, catch you later.

 

Drive to ammunition and buy an old hunting rifle, the only one in stock, then head for the warehouse.

 

Ryder: Do you know what this guy looks like?

Billy: No, I’ll call Sweet and he can give me a description.

Ryder: I’ll be circling the block.

 

Park up in the red marker, there’s some dumpsters and a fire escape, quickly scramble up and get on to the roof. Your phone rings.

 

Billy: Yeah?

Sweet: It’s me, look, there’s some power box up there, do you see it?

Billy: Yeah, the green one?

Sweet: Yeah, flip the switch on for the flood lights. When you can see who’s down there, you’re looking for a short, little old man with glasses. He’s wearing a white shirt, tucked in to his pants.

Billy: He got a skinhead?

Billy: Nah, just like an old man haircut. Good luck man, we’ll be outside blasting when they come out.

 

Go up to the red marker in front of the power box and switch the flood lights on.

 

The compound is blinded by the bright, white lights. Quickly crouch at the end of the roof and take aim. Search through the sea of skinheads, looking for your target. Eventually, you see him slipping away towards the gate, surrounded by an entourage of men. The party carries on raving under the lights, the jumping and dancing all around him make him a hard target to hit. Shoot him just before he reaches the gate, the bullet blasts through his chest, sending him crashing to the ground. The crowd panics, the music stops, then suddenly there’s pandemonium. People storm the gate, trying to escape. Just on time, Sweet’s car screeches around the corner and sprays the crowd, sending people diving for their lives. Sweet then pulls up next to the dumpsters, quickly dive off the fire escape and land on the car roof. Climb down and get in to the passenger seat.

 

Sweet: You get him?

Billy: I got him; let’s get the f*ck out of here!

 

Sweet sets off back to Grove Street, in the distance, the sounds of sirens can be heard. Ahead, down the road, the unmistakable site of red and blue flashing lights races towards you.

 

Andy: F*ck! f*cking C.R.A.S.H set us up!

 

A bright spotlight from a pursuing chopper glides across the car like a ghost.

 

Billy: F*ck, give me that uzi!

 

Sweet passes Billy an Uzi from the glove box, then gives one to CJ and one to Andy.

The view now shifts to a point of view shot, with crosshair in the centre. Shoot the police out of the window while the rest fire from their windows. Sweet races back to the grove, but there’s road blocks at every turn.

 

Sweet: Sh*t! We’re f*cking trapped man!

Andy: What about the sewers?

Billy: F*ck the sewers, head for the airport, or the train tunnels. Chopper can’t follow us!

 

Sweet brakes, then does a hand break turn.

 

Sweet: Train tracks it is!

 

A horde of police cars pursue, with the haunting white spot light illuminating the dark, mean streets of Los Santos around you. Keep shooting out of the window, keeping the police at bay.

 

Sweet: Hold on to your f*cking hats, we’re going in to the tunnel.

Andy: Sweet! There’s only one f*cking train track!

Sweet: So?!

Andy: So?! You don’t know whether a train will be coming towards us or coming from behind!

Sweet: F*ck! F*ck it, what the hell can we do? I’m going for it, screw jail!

Sweet speeds up the train tunnel, a few cop cars trail, but the helicopter breaks off it’s pursuit.

 

Sweet: Keep blasting!

 

The cops begin to shoot back with rifles, shotguns and pistols. Keep firing away.

 

Andy: When does this f*cking tunnel end? We’re getting shot to pieces back here!

Sweet: Just up ahead, I can see the light!

CJ: Isn’t that a little bright for two in the morning!

Sweet: sh*t! It’s a f*cking train! I’m gonna’ speed up, maybe we can get off the track before it reaches the tunnel.

 

Sweet accelerates, the train speeds towards the tunnel entrance…

In a clumsy, careless manoeuvre, Sweet skids out of the tunnel, clipping the train with the rear of the car; sending it spiralling out of control. The train continues in to the tunnel, smashing in to the four cop cars and crushing them flat.

 

The car screeches to a halt, in the middle of the street.

 

Sweet: F*ck, my God damn car!

CJ: At least we survived bro.

Andy: Here’s that f*cking copper again!

 

Sure enough, the LSPD chopper emerges, shining it’s bright light on the car; but this time, it begins shooting.

 

Billy: Sh*t! Fire back!

Andy: Our guns won’t do sh*t to that thing! Sweet, start driving man!

Sweet: Didn’t you notice the train hit the f*cking car?! The engine won’t start!

 

Out of nowhere, a rocket propels itself through the air and slams in to the side of the chopper. With a violent explosion, it spins out of control in a flaming wreckage and neatly slams in to the train tunnel. The car is battered with flaming debris. Ryder slowly pulls up with a smoking rocket launcher.

 

Ryder: Thought you busters could use a hand! Get in quick!

 

Cut Scene

 

Ryder’s truck pulls up in Grove street, with everybody lying in the back, under the sheet. They all hop out as the car comes to a stop.

 

Andy: Where the hell was that thing from man?

Ryder: I used my one God damn shell on you fools man, my Daddy brought me that monster back from Vietnam. Made me feel like Jack Howitzer holding that thing man! I gotta’ get me some more rockets man!

Sweet: You’re a crazy motherf*cker Ryder, you know that?

Ryder: Yeah, Nigga, yeah.

 

Mission Passed

 

Billy’s phone rings.

 

Billy: Hello?

Tommy: Billy, it’s Tommy - Let me come and pick you up, got some business to take care of.

Billy: Think you can come down to Grove street?

Tommy: Sure.

 

The screen fades to black, as it slowly fades back in, we see a smoky room, which looks like a basement, with a table in the centre. Tommy, Billy and a third man sit there.

 

Tommy: Billy, this is my associate, Mr. Quint.

Quint: This the guy you told me about?

 

Quint is a middle aged man with wide shoulders and dark, messy hair. He has a big, stubbly beard. He’s wearing a dark jumper and jeans.

 

Tommy: Yeah, this is my boy; Billy.

 

Quint stands up and firmly grasps Billy's hand.

 

Quint: How you doin' boy?

Billy: Fine, fine... what’s this about?

Tommy: Well, I figure you owe me a favour-

Billy: I owe you a favour? I thought we were about square…

Tommy: Well since I’m stopping you being killed…

Billy: What do you mean?

Tommy: Well, why the hell don’t you think Peter Leone hasn’t marched down Grove Street and flattened your house yet? The Vercetti gang are protecting you, as long as I’m on the streets, you can’t be touched. That’s why my safety is your biggest concern, because if I die or get pinched, you get whacked.

Billy: Well… thanks…

Tommy: Don’t thank me, you help me with a couple of things and you won’t have to worry about it. Alright?

Billy: Yeah…

Quint: I’m gonna’ be honest with you Billy, I’m all East coast, just like Tommy here. Things aren’t going great here out in the old wild west... financially.

Tommy: Yeah, after Avery’s airport got torched he’s lost hope in real estate down here. Vercettis are being muscled by the Forellis and the Sindaccos, thing’s aren’t looking too hot.

Billy: Well…

Tommy: Well? Time we made some money.

Quint: Take a look at these…

 

Quint throws a balaclava on to the table, followed by a motorbike helmet and then what appears to be a boiler suit.

 

Billy: What the hell is all this?

Quint: These, are the latest technological advances in urban warfare my friend. The balaclava… Kevlar, which protect you from any knife attacks or shrapnel, might even deflect a bullet or two if it only skims by. The helmet, solid steel plated helmet with a bullet-proof visor. You could get shot in the back of the head from ten feet away and stay standing with this thing on. Now this jumpsuit thingy, special bullet-proof material again, got a ballistic vest to go with it. Check inside, feel the main areas like the chest, torso and back? Those have trauma plates inside; bullet-proof. Yep, I think we’ll be pretty much protected against small arms fire with these suckers.

 

Billy inspects the gear.

 

Quint: Now see this…

 

He slams a HK41 rile on to the table.

 

Quint: See the drum magazine? F*cker can hold a hundred bullets, take a few drums in with us-

Billy: In where?

Tommy: In the Vinewood bank that we’re gonna’ rob!

Quint: Yeah, see these bullets? Armour piercing, can go through a God damn car. Any cops who hassle us won’t be able to hurt us, or hide from our fire.

Billy: We expecting to run in to cops?

Tommy: Well if we do, it won’t matter, because they won’t stand a chance.

Quint: Here, desert Eagle 5.0, this’ll take our head clean off, and it’s only our side arm. So what do you think?

Billy: Impressive, to be honest I’m in shock a little.

Quint: Of course you are!

Billy: How much money we talking?

Tommy: About $300,000 dollars each. So, are you in or are you out?

 

Billy stands up, then shakes Tommy's hand.

 

Billy: I think we have a deal.

Quint: Good! Good! We still have some organising to do, we'll give you a call.

 

End of cut scene

 

It'll be worth the wait!

Edited April 11, 2009 by The Unvirginiser

[TomVDC]

Nice chapter, can't wait for the f*cking bank robbery!

 

grtz

Tom

[The Unvirginiser]

I'm thinking of cutting this a little shorter than I intended. I think we're looking at around ten more missions, focused mainly on Vercetti, the skinheads and Peter Leone.

 

My next major story willb e called 'Oxi' and will directly tie in with San Andreas Stories. Afterwards I'll start my new script, which will tie in with San Andreas Stories in a number of different ways, and take place over several time periods.

[sam33]

everything you do is executed with style anyway so I wait in anticipation.

[El Zilcho]

I've got to say I'm uber-mega pissed about discovering this so late! I haven't read a lot, but what I do read, like. A LOT! Keep up the great work mate, it' brilliant.

[TomVDC]

I'm thinking of cutting this a little shorter than I intended. I think we're looking at around ten more missions, focused mainly on Vercetti, the skinheads and Peter Leone.

 

My next major story willb e called 'Oxi' and will directly tie in with San Andreas Stories. Afterwards I'll start my new script, which will tie in with San Andreas Stories in a number of different ways, and take place over several time periods.

 

Good idea.

If I'm guessing right, then 'Oxi' is about that really disturbed guy isn't it?

This will be interesting. (Like everything you write ofcourse.)

 

grtz

Tom

[Lethal Nizzle]

That last chapter really captured the Grove Street "gangsta vibe" that I told you would make the story more interesting, and it has. The language you use matches up to the gang members, and that last mission was ruthless.

 

I'm going to reread the whole of this thing, straight from the beginning. Need some time to kill, plus I need to run over a few things.

[Rhoda]

I have a lot to catch up on. I'm going to read from a fair few pages back to your most recent installment. I doubt there'll be much feedback to leave, but I'll certainly comment because it's long overdue.

[The Unvirginiser]

 

Tommy drops you back at Grove Street, after a while of doing whatever… your phone rings.

 

Billy: Hello?

Peter: Hello, do you know who this is?

Billy: Yep…

Peter: Good, good. You know Tommy Vercetti won’t be on the streets forever, bad things happen to bad people.

Billy: Well I’ll have to pray for the best won’t I? Why don’t we put the whole Mafia thing aside? Come down to Grove Street and we’ll sort this out like a couple of men.

Peter: Certain things prohibit me.

Billy: I thought you were supposed to be some bad ass rouge?

Peter: I have a certain etiquette and courtesy for doing things the right way. When you shot my uncle from that building… you weren’t doing things properly. I’m sure if my Father was as close to him as I was then you wouldn’t be breathing.

…

Peter: Grove Street, staying with your friend Sean Johnson?

Billy: Why? Gonna’ come and see me are you?

Peter: Maybe I will…

…

Billy: You do know that Paulie Sindacco sent me to kill your uncle don’t you?

Peter: Yes, let me assure you that a few fingers have gone missing in the Sindacco family.

Billy: Well, you know how it works – It’s just business.

Peter: I’m not as close to my Father as my brothers, my uncle was like my Father. Now that he’s taken over, the entire family’s reputation and behaviour will change, and I’m left picking up the pieces. Did you ever think you could get away with killing somebody as distinguished as the Leone don?

Billy: Look, I’m sorry. I’ve lost people too…

Peter: You’ll never understand the pain and anguish I’ve gone through. Don’t forget about me Billy, because I haven’t forgotten about you.

 

Coldly, he hangs up.

 

Head to Sweet’s house for the next mission.

 

Cut Scene

 

The house is full of Grove members, all sat around, talking to Sweet.

 

Sweet: This is it; we go and kick their asses.

Gang: Yeah!

Billy: What’s going on?

Sweet: Billy! How can we lose with you here, the white boys wanna’ meet us for a ten vs ten fight.

Billy: Ten on ten? We’ll kick their asses.

Sweet: That's what I thought, maybe it's a trap?

Ryder: Nah dawg, those skinheads thing they're hard, their egos are too big man.

Smoke: You're probably right you know.

Sweet: Right, Me, Billy, Carl, Ryder, Smoke, Andy, Rick, Big Bear… we need one more.

Billy: Leave that to me man, I know somebody.

 

Billy winks at Sweet and again at Andy.

 

Sweet: Cool, cool, we ready then boys? Let’s go… no guns, no weapons, just hand to hand, black vs white, right?

 

The screen fades to black and we hear Billy on the phone

 

Billy: Yeah, can you make it? Yeah, meet me on Verona Beach.

 

The screen fades in as a white van pulls up on Verona beach. The nine Grove street members jump out, pumped and ready to fight. On the sandy beach are the ten skinheads, with their tops off and Swastika tattoos visible. At the front stands Max Stark, ripped and toned, enraged and ready for the fight.

 

Max: So which one shot him?

Ryder: Go f*ck yourself fool, doesn’t matter who shot him, all that matters is that fool’s gonna’ die a slow death.

Max: If I killed all of you right now it wouldn’t be worth the bones of one white man. You come to this city that we grew up in! You slap your f*cking hip hop culture all over the streets! Now white children are scared to walk home from school because of pieces of sh*t like you, patrolling the streets in gangs, beating innocent people. Robbing, murdering, you f*cking ni**ers have no decency. The Verona beach skinheads are long overdue if you ask me.

Ryder: Let’s go then motherf*cker! We’re ready!

 

Out of nowhere, a huge black man knocks Max four feet in the air with a giant kick to the side. He lands with a sickening thud and bounces back in to the air. The man is revealed to be Tyrone Madden, the person Billy called to help.

 

Madden: Let’s go then white boy.

 

The rest of the Grove street charge in to the whites, storm in with them and begin fighting. As usual, use quick strikes and tap square to gain the upper hand in grapples. Stark gets back up and continues fighting in the crowd. Madden cleans house, throwing vicious uppercuts and kicks in to the group, knocking men to the ground left and right. The whites try to fight back, but with Madden on the Grove’s side, it’s an uphill struggle. Keep fighting them, eventually you go toe to toe with Stark. He’s quick and brutal, watch out for his fast punches and kicks. Try to overpower him with grapples and big punches at the right moment. As the brawl rages on, a cut scene begins...

 

Cut Scene

 

The gang battles on the sand, a few from each side are on the floor, either being kicked of struggling in a grapple hold. A few hundred feet down, a white man sits on a rooftop with an old rifle and aims. Back in the fight, Tyrone has one member by the throat, and is smashing his head in to another man’s, both are unconscious. A loud gunshot rings out and his lower back spurts open in a spray of blood. He drops to the ground, screaming in pain. Billy dives through the stunned gang members, who’ve alls topped fighting. He flips over Tyrone on to his back, and sees a gruesome exit wound, with parts of his guts leaking out. He shakes and screams in pain, bleeding all over the sand.

 

Sweet withdraws his pistol; Max does the same, and in one quick manoeuvre, shoots the Grove member Rick, right between the eyes. He drops to the ground dead, Sweet opens fire on Stark, while everybody else pulls out their guns and runs for cover. The Grove hide behind the van, while the whites take cover behind a lifeguard’s tower. With pistols and Uzis, they begin to exchange fire.

 

End of Cut Scene

 

Violent fire rings out, the wood of the tower isn’t very thick, and neither the van; which is full of gasoline. Tyrone lies slumped against the tyre. Keep shooting from behind cover, aiming for the legs and the heads as the skinheads pop out.

 

Sweet: No weapons you motherf*cker!

Max: What about what happened to Richard?! He was shot from a rooftop too! What did he ever do to you?!

Ryder: Quit chattin’ and dive in the back of the van, I’ll hold down fire dawg.

 

Jump in to the back of the truck with the rest of the Grove and drag Tyrone in with you. Ryder jumps in to the driver’s seat and sets off in a smoky wheel spin.

 

Cut Scene

 

The bullet-ridden van slams to a halt outside the hospital.

 

Andy: Trust me man, just leave him on the doorstep; doctors will take care of him.

Billy: No, f*ck this. Sweet, where did you say that Richard guy was? This hospital?

Sweet: Yeah man, under armed guard, you can’t be real man.

Billy: Don’t sweat it; I’ll meet you boys back at the Grove.

Andy: Bro! Wait, forget it man!

Billy: Don’t worry!

 

Sweet drops Tyrone out of the van and Ryder speeds away.

 

Billy: You’re gonna’ be fine man.

Tyrone: Thanks for bringing me man, I felt like sh*t after what happened. Even if I die, I’m glad I helped you man.

 

Billy leans down and grasps Tyrone’s hand.

 

Billy: It’s been great meeting you man; forget about all that sh*t in Venturas… its all about Santos now.

 

Madden manages a smile before passing out.

 

End of Cut Scene

 

Enter the hospital as four doctors rush out, tending to Tyrone. Head for the receptionist first.

 

Billy: Hello, I’m looking for Richard Banks, he came in yesterday with a gunshot wound?

Receptionist: Are you a relative?

 

She looks him up and down, behind her large spectacles.

 

Billy: I’m actually his adopted son.

Receptionist: Oh, I see… room B14, just down that hallway there.

Billy: Thank-you.

 

Make your way to the room, indicated on your radar. A skinhead is stood at the door, with another in the room behind him.

 

Skinhead: Can we help you.

Billy: Yeah-

 

Pull out your gun and execute them both. Screams echo all around the hospital as the gun fires. Enter the room, Richard lies in a coma. Shoot him in the head, and then make your way back out of the hospital. In the lobby, you encounter a few lightly armed security guards. Quickly dispose of them and exit the building.

 

Cut Scene

 

Billy is soaked in blood and carrying a smoking Uzi.

Casually, he jumps on a motorbike and hotwires it. The high powered bike roars to life, and he knocks the kick stand up. Across the street, a gang on motorbikes pull up, it’s the skinheads from the beach; with Stark at the front. He points to Billy, and the group storms forward and open fire. The hospital doors shatter in a violent spray of glass, Billy thunders through a small bush and then jumps out on to the road, swerving to miss an oncoming truck. The bikers pursue, shooting as they steer.

 

End of Cut Scene

 

Swerve through the busy, oncoming traffic, avoiding gunfire from the murderous horde of bikers. Try to take tight, dangerous turns, hopefully to make some of the traffic hit the bikes. Bullets whiz and zoom past, as do cars and trucks. Take a stunt jump over the sewer drains, as you land, make a tight turn and fire a burst from the Uzi. You hit a few bikers in mid air, causing them to crash and then, in turn; causing more to crash as they land on the fallen bikes. Still, a few give chase, including Max.

 

Keep whizzing through traffic, using cars as cover from the gunfire. Eventually, there’s a cut scene…

 

Cut Scene

 

Billy shoots through traffic at an incredible speed. Bullets zoom past, shattering the windscreens of oncoming cars. Billy drives up the steps and through the open doors of an office building. He breaks, sharple, and opens fire on the pursuing bikes, then whizzes up a flight of stairs.

 

End of cut scene

 

Follow the staircase upwards, turning at each floor and going up the next lot. You always stay one corner ahead of the bikes as they continue to shoot at you with burst of Uzi and pistol fire.

Exit through a door a few floors up in to a busy office full of makeshifts cubicles, desks, chairs and water coolers. It’s surrounded by glass windows on each side. Workers run in all directions as bullets tear up the furniture and motorbikes race around the officer floor. Lean forward to duck down behind the walls, keep popping up and moving to shoot at your enemies.

 

Cut Scene

 

Billy’s Uzi runs out of ammo, three bikers pull up down the office, the one at the front is Stark. Behind Billy is a window, with another office building adjacent, across the street. He looks to the window, and then back to Stark. Max pulls out a large knife, which he holds on the bike handle bar like a spear. Billy revs his engine and then does a burnout doughnut turn towards the window.

 

End of Cut Scene

 

Speed towards the window as fast as you can, the three bikes chase. You hit the glass at about fifty miles per hour. Magnificently, you glide out of the office, over the busy streets of Santos. Max stops just at the window, realising the jump is too dangerous. However, the two bikes follow. With a little luck, you hit another window on the opposite side of the road a few floors down. Billy crashes through with the bike, shattering the window and sending him in to a violent roll across the office floor. Another bike missing the opening and decapitates himself on the gap between that window and the floor above, sending the bike through the next window. The last skinhead lands in a similar way to Billy. Take out your pistol and kill him before he has the chance to get up.

 

Mission Passed

 

[TomVDC]

That was f*cking great.

What I personally found hilarious.

That Billy lied that he was the adopted son of Ricard.

Imagine a skinhead gang leader has an adopted black son!!

[Lethal Nizzle]

Jeeesus, very action packed Will. This would go down as one of those missions which would want you to replay it over and over just to feel the adrenaline. Real nice scenes and visual images when I read this, I'm impressed.

[The Unvirginiser]

I've added it up and it's roughly five, large missions left. The amount of feedback is concerning me, I'm being told by people that they're reading it, and te views go up and up, but there's no feedback, which gives me no initiative.

 

Spread the love people

[TomVDC]

I've added it up and it's roughly five, large missions left. The amount of feedback is concerning me, I'm being told by people that they're reading it, and te views go up and up, but there's no feedback, which gives me no initiative.

 

Spread the love people

 

Have the same problem with my mods.

People don't seem to comment, the problem has spread...

I like it but I'm not the one to give feedback (seeing as my attempts to write in English failed...)

 

Only five missions left???

Can't f*cking wait!!!

 

grtz

Tom

[Tyla]

Looking forward to the big five, the last chapter was great as ever

[The Unvirginiser]

 

 

Escape the building and go back to Grove Street. Save, eat and re-supply. Eventually, Tommy calls you.

 

Billy: Yeah?

Tommy: Billy, it’s me - you ready for that thing we talked about?

Billy: Yeah, ready as hell.

Tommy: Right, I’m gonna’ come and pick you up; don’t tell anybody where you’re going.

Billy: Sure, see you in a minute.

 

The Big One

 

Cut Scene

 

The three men are sat around the table in the smoky room that they were in earlier.

 

Tommy: So, let’s go over this plan again. It’s opening 9 Am sharp - Which is payday for a lot of people. So it’s gonna’ be busy and it’s gonna’ be stocked with a lot of cash. Forget the cashiers, all the big money’s in the safe. So we go in, and force the managers to open it up.

Billy: What if they don’t?

Tommy: They will, me and you will unload a full drum of bullets each. That’ll have them sh*tting in their pants.

Billy: Who’s driving the get away car?

Quint: Well, I need to handle the safe in case there’s a timer lock, so all three of us need to go in. We’ll use my hummer and just park it out front, I think we’ll be in and out before any cops come. The response time to a 2-11 is three minutes, so if an alarm goes off, we need to be out of there in time.

Billy: Yeah, but what if-

Tommy: Billy, it’s a simple plan. Have you never seen a movie? We go inside, start shooting the ceiling and glass, get the manager to open up the safe, load it in to bags, get in the car and drive off. We’ve got a lock up arranged near the docks. If the police give us any trouble then we’ll give them a war they won’t believe.

Quint: Well then we’ve got everything straight? Let’s get suited and booted then get in the truck. That’s armoured as well in case we have to outrun any law enforcement.

 

Quint winks at Billy, then opens a locker, inside is all the equipment for the job.

 

Tommy: Lock and load fellas.

 

A smug looking manager in a suit unlocks the doors to a small Vinewood bank. A few eagerly waiting customers are invited in, anxious to withdraw some money on payday. Around the corner, a black Patriot pulls up, the three get out. From the trunk, they retrieve the desert eagles and rifles, as well as the Kevlar balaclavas and armoured motorbike helmets. They match their boiler suits perfectly.

 

Billy: You sure all this sh*t will stop bullets?

Quint: I never said that, I said the bullets won’t do nearly as much damage and will probably be deflected. You’re still gonna’ feel the pain though.

Billy: Great.

Tommy: Start to worry when SWAT arrives with machine guns, otherwise don’t sweat the cops’ guns.

Quint: The cops will run a mile, these rounds are armour piercing; nowhere to hide.

 

Tommy removes a petrol canister from the trunk.

 

Quint: What the hell’s that?

Tommy: Plan B.

 

The three walk in to the bank, brandishing the weapons.  Without saying a word, they march inside and begin shooting. The loud guns cause everybody to drop to the floor in fear. The violent blasts of the guns send bullets in all directions. Ceiling panels, glass and furniture are all blown apart and send debris in every direction.

 

Quint: You!

 

He grabs the manager by the neck.

 

Quint: To the safe… now!

 

Quint drags him off towards a door at the back of the bank.

 

Tommy: This is a robbery! Nobody’s getting a first prize for being a hero, just a tag on your toe! I want you all to get your asses on the ground and relax, if nobody loses their head, then nobody loses their head.

 

A nervous security guard stands in the corner; his hand anxiously hovers over his gun. Billy walks past, apparently unaware. Then, without warning he smashes him in the side of the head with the butt of his gun; sending him to the ground, unconscious.  Everybody in the bank jumps.

 

In the safe room, Quint has the manager at gunpoint as he nervously tries to turn the dial.

 

Manager: Are you gonna’ kill me?

Quint: Not until you get the safe open… Ha! I’m kidding - But seriously, open the f*cking safe.

 

Across the road, Frank Tenpenny sits in a squad car with his partner.

 

Tenpenny: When’s my back up coming? 2-11 in progress.

Operator: Dispatching now, road blocks are being set up to the East, West and North of the bank.

Tenpenny: We need a unit to be on standby to intercept from the south. If we’re gonna’ send them in to a bottle neck then we need some back up. Get away car is a black patriot, parked directly in front.

Operator: Rodger, orders are not to engage until back up arrives.

Tenpenny: Understood, it’s possible that these guys may have some bullet proof gear, get SWAT on the way as well as air support.

 

Inside the bank, Tommy walks around, throwing petrol over each customer and cashier.

 

Tommy: If I were you I’d pray that the LSPD don’t respond too quickly, and that the manager gets the safe open.

 

Inside the safe room, the manager opens it up, inside is stacks of cash.

 

Quint: Out of my way.

 

With a swift slap he knocks the manager to the floor.

 

Tommy: How we doin’ in there?

Quint: Everything’s Sweet, loading the money in to the bag now.

 

Down the road, a squadron of police cars begin to set up road blocks. Overhead, two choppers circle the bank.

Quint comes out of the safe room with two duffel bags, full of cash.

 

Quint: Put them on!

 

He gives one each to you and Tommy.

 

Billy: Sh*t! C.R.A.S.H is here.

Tommy: What?

Billy: That cop car over the road, local cop.

Tommy: He probably doesn’t even know what’s going on.

Billy: But if he sees us…

Tommy: Tell you what, we’ll go up to the roof and take him out.

 

Tommy throws the rest of the petrol around and then leaves the canister on the floor.

 

Quint: How do I get up to the roof?

Cashier: There’s a ladder in the safe room which drops down.

Tommy: Right, we’re going to the roof, anybody makes a move, and we’ll blow you all up.

 

He pulls out a bundled stick of dynamite from his pocket.

 

Tommy: Any alarms go off or anybody runs, I’ll drop this down the hatch and you’ll all burn. Understood?

 

All of the customers and cashiers nod.

 

End of Cut Scene

 

Walk to the red marker in the safe room. The only weapons you have are the rifle, the desert eagle and Oxi’s machete. Quint pulls down the ladder and you climb to the roof.

 

Billy: I hope they’re tour choppers…

Tommy: F*ck.

Tenpenny: This is officer Frank Tenpenny fro the Los Santos police department. Lower your weapons and come out with your hands up, we have the building surrounded and will open fire if-

 

Tommy aims and shoots at Tenpenny, who dives for cover behind a wall. Apart from the roadblocks either way, down the street,  there are police scattered everywhere, hiding behind cover and cars. Some have shotguns and others have pistols. They all open fire on you, keep covered behind the wall and shoot back.

 

Quint: Haaaaaaa! They don’t stand a f*cking chance! Blaze up them cars!

 

The bullets shred through cops cars, giant clumps of shrapnel fly off and injure officers. Within seconds, two cars are on fire, causing officers to flee from cover. The firepower from the weapons is awesome, the police soon realise that they don’t stand a chance.  The choppers over ahead begin to fire with rifles, unload on them and they soon begin to smoke and withdraw.

A SWAT van speeds from an alley and skids to a halt in front of the bank doors; blocking your exit.  

 

Tommy: Haaa! Hold on to your f*cking hats!

 

Tommy lights the dynamite and drops it down the hatch. After a few seconds, a massive explosion rings out. Sending a huge fireball hurtling out of the front doors of the bank and tipping the SWAT van over.

 

Quint: Make a break for the truck!

 

Jump down on to the overturned van. Smoke pours out of the entrance behind you.  One of the back doors of the van opens and a SWAT member crawls out. Tommy quickly shoots him in the head, and then pulls out a grenade from his suit.

 

Tommy: Run!

 

He chucks it through the open doors and then slams it shut. The three of you sprint away as the van violently shudders and bursts in to flames.

 

Quint: Hold down fire while me and Tommy load sh*t in to the trunk.

 

Hide behind a tree and begin shooting at the two roadblocks. The cops’ bullets, can barely reach you - Never mind do any damage. Pop out and hide between cars, shooting away at the cops. Soon, it becomes a matter of cops waiting until you stop shooting to run, instead of shooting back.

 

Billy: God damnit! This is fun!

Quint: They won’t even follow us man! Nothing can stand up to this kind of firepower!

Billy: We ready to go?

Tommy: Yeah! Let’s get the f*ck out of here.

 

You jump in to the back of the car and the camera angle shifts to a crosshair. Shoot any police who jumps out from behind cover to shoot.

 

 

Tommy: Wooooo! Go South towards the docks, I don’t think they’ve got a roadblock set up here.

Quint: Freeway?

Tommy: Yeah.

 

Quint heads for the free way, no cops pursue but a helicopter follows from a distance.

 

Billy: We’re goin’ nowhere with this chopper tailing us.

Quint: Good job I’ve got some serious firepower back here! Look in the grey box in the trunk.

 

Billy opens it up and removes a rocket launcher.

 

Billy: Holy sh*t!

Quint: Damn right! One armed Phil gave me that back in the day! Can hit a tank from the horizon with that beaut’!

Tommy: You’ll be lucky it doesn’t blow up in your hands.

Quint: You need more faith Tommy! Where the hell are all the cops? Oh, I know! Running back to the station and sh*tting in their panties! Haaaaa!

 

Take aim and get the chopper in your sights.

 

Billy: Tommy, scramble over the back and open the trunk man.

 

Tommy opens it up. Fire the rocket, the car is instantly filled with smoke as it blasts skywards towards the chopper.

 

Quint: Wooooooooweeeee!!

 

With a sharp turn, the chopper barely avoids being hit.  Quint pulls up the freeway ramp, dodging traffic. When he reaches the road, the unmistakeable sight of flashing sirens appears in the distance.

 

Tommy: Turn back Quint, we’re not gonna’ lose them this way.

 

Quint skids to a stop, and then attempts to turn the car around. Without warning, an armoured police riot truck speeds in from behind and smashes in to the back of the hummer, sending it in to a terrible spin. The truck, similar to the one from San Andreas skids to a stop and turns around,  police begin to fire out of ‘shoot holes’, inside the truck. The bullets don’t do much, but still take down your health. Return fire as Quint tries to start the car.

 

Tommy: C’mon Quint!

 

The squad of cop cars arrive just as your car sets off, they give chase, as well as the riot van. Shoot back, through the rear window, Tommy does the same. Your armour piercing rounds do massive damage to the chasing cars, sending them smashing in to walls and in to pile ups. They practically bounce off the riot truck, it keeps speeding towards you, smashing anything in its path out of the way. Since Quint is now driving backwards, all the traffic is coming towards you. Keep shooting, trying to aim at the ‘shoot holes’ on the top and sides of the truck.

 

Cut Scene

 

The camera pans above the Los Santos freeway, the action-packed shootout is taking place, the hummer speeds between oncoming traffic, exchanging fire with the chasing riot truck. A black, Huey helicopter flies past the camera and down towards the freeway. Inside, we see two police officers in the fuselage. One is operating a large mini-gun.

 

Gunner: Woooo! This reminds me of Viet-f*cking-nam!

Officer: The order’s come through, as soon as you get a clear shot you’re ordered to nail that sucker!

 

Inside the car, Tommy aims at the chopper and opens fire.

Inside the helicopter, the officer is hit in the leg and falls to the ground.

 

Gunner: Sir!

Officer: Ahh! F*ck! Kill them, light them up!

 

The Huey flies adjacent to the Hummer, then drifts in closer.

 

Tommy: Quint, slow down, slow down now!

Quint: Are you f*cking kidding me? With that truck on our ass?

Tommy: Quint!-

 

A bright orange line of tracer fire shoots from the chopper, it tears up chunks of the road, sending concrete and tarmac in all directions. Quint swerves, Billy and Tommy duck down. The line of fire tears straight through the front of the car and the engine, sending out a burst of flames and smoke. The car ploughs in to a concrete barrier and flips over it. In slow motion, it falls about sixty feet and in to the wall of a building below. The hummer smashes off the brick, leaving a huge impact hole, before bouncing back off and on to  a quiet street below.

 

End of Cut Scene

 

The screen fades to black.

A drop of blood dribbles down the camera, the sound of sirens approaching is in the distance. The controller vibrates as three slapping noises are heard. Slowly, the camera fades back in, with a first person view. Tommy slaps Billy again, and then drags him out of the wreckage. Tommy has a shrapnel wound on his shoulder and a bloody arm, as well as cuts on his head.

 

Tommy: These cops are nearly here, we’ve gotta’ roll – That was a f*cking miracle. I’m gonna’ get the cash out.

 

Billy’s hands appear on camera, he snaps a broken finger back in to place and lets out a painful moan. He then scrambles through the destroyed car interior to Quint, who’s face is implanted in to the steering wheel.

 

Tommy: Dead?

Billy: Yep.

Tommy: Take his grenades, they’re incendiary – lots of fire. Let one off in the car and let’s go.

 

 You heard the man, throw a grenade in and make tracks. The camera goes back to third person.

 

 

Billy: We gotta’ stay out of sight of that chopper, look what happened to Quint.

Tommy: Yeah, shame. To be fair the guy was a prick.

 

Tommy hands you a duffel bag full of money.

 

Tommy: We need a new car - fast!

Billy: Why the hell did we have to crash in the sh*ttiest part of town?

 

There isn’t a car in sight, just run down warehouses and buildings. The sirens get closer, as well as the sound of the chopper.

 

Tommy: I got one more batch of dynamite; we’ll have to use that to clear the cops.

Billy: Got a plan for that army chopper and its God Damn mini gun?

Tommy: May as well shake my f*cking dick at it. I don’t know’, lucky shot with these rounds maybe?

Billy: Before that gun gets us?

Tommy: I don’t f*ckin’ know do I Billy? At least the guys on the ground can’t kill us, you f*ckin’ think of something!

 

A squad car speeds around the corner behind you, quickly aim with Tommy and take out the driver, causing it to smash in to a telephone poll.

 

Billy: Tommy, Tommy, we’ll have to stay under the freeway. The chopper can’t fly under.

Tommy: Good idea, we can follow it all the way to my guy at the docks.  

 

You and Tommy keep walking through the streets under the freeway, towards the red marker on your map.

 

Tommy: I don’t like this, it’s too quiet, where the hell are all the cops?

Billy: Chopper can’t see us, they don’t know where we’re at. We need a new car, fast.

Tommy: There! Down that road.

 

He points to a small, damaged ‘clover’ full of rust.

 

Billy: Don’t you think we need something a little more durable?

Tommy: We don’t have a choice!

 

Walk over with Tommy, not letting your guard down.

 

Billy: What you gonna’ do with your money?

Tommy: Nothin’, I only came here to rob the bank.

Billy: What do you mean?

Tommy: I don’t know Billy, I just like doing stuff like that - it’s why I get up in the morning. You can keep my money for all I care, what are you gonna’ do with yours?

Billy: Sort out this f*cking city, get my brother and decent education. Fix the hood, all my friends up nice.

Tommy: Why not just leave town? Go Majestic city or something?

Billy: Tried that once, look where it got me. A truck load of dead friends and a scar across my lips.

 

As you get close to the car, the loud noise of an engine roars closer.

 

Tommy: Get to cover, get to cover!

 

You and Tommy hide behind two concrete pillars, ready with your rifle. The Riot vehicle skids around a corner, then opens fire on the two pillars, blind fire at the truck. It slams in to the Clover, knocking it through a glass window. Keep shooting from cover, the police fire back through the ‘shoot holes’. After a few seconds, it deploys thick, white tear gas.

 

Tommy: Dumb f*ckers! Tear gas won’t help with helmets on! Throw in a grenade while they can’t see.

 

Crawl on the floor, below the line of fire, and up to the shoot holes. Throw a incendiary grenade inside and run. Bright, orange and red blames blast out with intense heat and pressure. The haunting screams of the men inside can be heard.

 

Tommy: C’mon let’s go, they would have called back up- aww sh*t!

 

About four squad cars pull out up ahead and form a roadblock. Use the burning wreckage as cover and begin firing. Police get out of their cars and hide behind them, occasionally popping out to let out a few shots.

 

Tommy: Storm them!

 

Tommy sprints towards the cops, letting out blasts from his rifle as he does. Follow him, keep shooting the police and their cars. Some cops run, others stay with shotguns and fight. Keep moving forward, without cover, shooting your way through them. Their this only take a fraction of what they normally would from your health.

 

Billy: Tommy! It’s a trap, they wouldn’t do another roadblock after what happened at the bank.

 

On que, two armoured SWAT trucks come booming down the road from behind you.

 

Tommy: F*ck!

 

He runs to the roadblock and slides over a car bonnet, then shoots the few remaining police behind it. Follow him and take cover behind the cars. The SWAT vans keep coming, showing no sign of stopping.

Open fire with Tommy, aiming for the engine, wheels and windscreen.

 

Billy: Tommy, it’s bullet proof, all bullet proof. Let’s go!

 

Tommy stays for another split second, then decides you’re right. Run and dive at the last moment to escape the vans, they plough through the roadblock, sending cars flying and spinning in all directions. Run left, down another road to the little cover you can as soon as possible. SWAT team members pour out of the truck, opening fire with submachine guns and shotguns. Keep popping out and retaliating, their bullets do a lot more damage than the cops’ pistols.

 

Tommy: Waste these cops Billy!

 

Use the last of the grenades against the SWAT and hold them off with your rifle. The large shadow of a chopper moves slowly across the street between you and Tommy. Behind you, the black huey banks on itself to line up the mini gun from the fuselage.

 

Billy: The power lines Tommy! Hit the power lines!

 

As you hold down the SWAT team, Tommy shoots the top of a power line, sending a wire in to the rotary blades. Sparks and bright flashes of electricity jolt in all directions and spin with the blades. Take cover as it loses controls and slams in the second floor of a building, showering the street with glass.

 

Tommy: Let’s go!

 

Run with Tommy, past the wreckage, towards busier streets, to acquire a car.

The helicopter is still fairly intact, with the mini gun protruding out. Run to the red marker to jump on it. The firepower is frightening, a thick, line of tracer fire shoots out like a hose pipe, eradicating everything in it’s path. Take out both SWAT cars and any officers still alive.

 

Tommy: C’mon, there’s cars on this road up ahead.

 

Race down the street, and on to the busy road. Civilians scream and run at the sight of both of you. Step in front of a black Washington to force it to stop, Tommy drags a frightened woman out of the driver’s door and throws her to the ground. Three police officers sprint around the corner, Tommy opens fire with his Desert Eagle, being shot three or four times himself. Help him finish off the cps and then get in the driver’s seat.

 

Tommy: Let’s go..

Billy: You hurt?

Tommy: I’m fine.

Billy: You look like sh*t-

Tommy: I said I’m fine!

 

Drive off, heading towards the docks.

 

Tommy: F*ck, that crash did me over good. I think I’ve broke my arm at least. And that last bullet defiantly went in. This guy at the docks knows a doctor, I’ll be fine.

Billy: Think we’ve lost them?

Tommy: I hope so - Wait, no… there’s two following with no lights on… do you see them?

Billy: Yeah, right back?

Tommy: Yeah, slow down a little.

 

Drive slowly through the traffic and allow the cop cars to catch up.

 

Billy: Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t sh*t!

Tommy: What?!

Billy: look at the f*cking sign! We’re parked outside a f*cking cop station!

Tommy: Sh*t!

 

Just as you set off again, five or six cop cars burst out of the underground garage, straight in pursuit.

 

 

Billy: How many?

Tommy: Seven or eight.

Billy: Right, see this junction up ahead?

Tommy: Yeah?

Billy: I’m gonna’ do a f*cking dangerous manoeuvre, when I say so, toss the dynamite from the car. Just f*cking hold on tight, all right?

Tommy: Are you f*cking kidding me?

Billy: No! Start the timer now.

Tommy: Sh*t.

 

The click of a clock can be heard.

 

Pull off a 180 degree handbrake turn, then speed through the incoming cops.

 

Speed up, before the lights go on red, skid in to the middle of the junction and turn around.

 

Billy: Now!

 

Tommy tosses the dynamite from the car, drive back the way you came, through the line of police cars. They brake just as the lights go on red and collide with incoming traffic in the middle of the unction. Speed away, back towards the docks. Just as you’re about to turn a corner, you catch a glimpse of a thirty foot high explosion, which sends four lanes of traffic in every direction. A shockwave passes your car and shatters all the windows.

 

Billy: Holy f*cking sh*t!

 

When you arrive at the docks, park up in the red marker.

 

Cut Scene

 

Billy drives in to a garage, instantly, awaiting mechanics begin to strip down the car.

 

Tommy: Leave it to them now man. This guy here will take the cash and wash it all.

 

You trade bags with a mechanic.

 

Tommy: You did a great job back there man, good luck doing whatever it is you’re doing. Stay in touch.

 

 

Mission Passed

+ $300,000

 

 

[Chunk]

f*ck me, that was epic.

 

I'm really gonna miss this, with things going down for Grove Street from here like you said, I expect this might not be long lasted. And if this is only one of the last few missions, I can't wait for the last mission. Brilliant work Will.

[Tyla]

Lot's of twists and turns, executed perfectly. Tommy and Billy were some team, you nailed Tommy's psychotic side, especially the part of him only doing it for sh*ts and giggles.

[VCRules86]

f*cking epic man, I can't imagine how kickass that would be as an actual mission in GTA. I take it you were at least partly inspired by Heat for the gunfight?