Ok, because of the storyline of the games, some of this couldn't happen,
because Salvatore was still alive in GTA III etc etc. I realize this, this
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On October 25, 1992, Tommy Vercetti called a meeting. He called the leaders of the gangs in Liberty City. The Leone family, the Triads, the Yardies and the Diablos. Most of them were enemies, Vercetti was perfectly aware of this. He wanted Liberty for himself. What better way to do it than to take out the leaders of all the gangs? He planned to do just that. It had been three months since he called the meeting. Today would be the day. Vice City was boring Vercetti, he wanted to move back to his old stomping grounds in Liberty, or at least run some things down there. The meeting would be held in the Malibu, Salvatore Leone had demanded it be a public place, and the other leaders agreed. Tommy happily agreed, he didn't give a shit if innocent bystanders saw them getting murdered, he didn't care about casualties. He just wanted the leaders of the Liberty City gangs dead. Tonight it would finally happen.
"Tommy, it's time." Ken Rosenberg said as he stepped into Tommy Vercettis office.
"Yeah, I'm ready." Tommy said as he double checked his two chrome berettas in his jacket. "Are all the guys there? Is everything in place?"
"Yeah Tommy, everything's ready." Rosenberg replied.
"Good, listen Ken, I don't want you anywhere near the place when it happens. I need a lawyer and you're no good to me dead." Tommy said as he walked out of the office.
He stepped into the back of his limo and waited as his chauffeur drove towards the club. They drove for what seemed like forever, Tommy was growing impatient. Finally they pulled up in front of the club, the music from inside was booming. Tommy walked inside, look around for a few seconds, and then spotted a table with four familiar people sitting at it. Salvatore Leone, Mitch El Burro, the Yardie leader known only as Jamal, and the Triad leader whose name Tommy didn't know.
Tommy walked over to the table and sat down. "Greetings gentleman."
Tommy smiled to himself as he reminded himself of Don Vito Corleone from 'The Godfather'.
"What the fuck you smiling at?" Jamal asked impatiently.
"Shut your face jungle bunny." El Burro shot back.
"Gentleman, please. Act civilized." Tommy said, trying to stop the fight before it happened. He was unsuccessful.
"Don't be calling me a jungle bunny you prick!" Jamal yelled.
Salvatore Leone interrupted, "Listen to him, we came here to talk business, not rip each others throats out."
The triad leader sat back in his chair, sipping his whiskey and ignoring the bickering.
"Anyways, I called you all down here for one reason." Tommy said.
"What do you want? It better be good, I better not be wasting my time coming all the way out to Florida." Jamal said back angrily.
"Oh it's good..." The bartender quietly went upstairs, getting out of the way from what he knew was about to happen, Salvatore saw him and immediately realized what was about to happen, but it was too late. Tommy began laughing, but stopped abrubtly as he pulled out his beretta and blew a hole through Jamals head. His blood sprayed the Triad leader in the face, he sat stunned. Salvatore quickly stood up, as he did so several standing on the side of the clubs pulled out uzis and began firing rounds into Salvatores body. He convulsed as the bullets pounded into his body, bits of flesh flying off and blood spraying the walls behind him, he fell backwards onto the table, dead. El Burro attempted to dive behind a table, but Tommy shot him in the side before he landed. The men with uzis began firing into the Triad leader, as he sat there, still stunned. The impact threw him backwards into the wall, the bullets kept him pressed up against it, they continued shooting at him until their clips ran out. His body slid slowly to the ground, leaving a trail of blood going down the wall. El Burro was groaning as he lay on the floor clutching his side where the bullet had entered. Tommy walked up to him, aimed his gun at his head and fired, splattering his brains and blood onto the carpet. It all happened in little more than a minute, people were screaming in horror and running as fast as they could out the door, survival being the only thing on their minds. A few people were trampled by the frantic mob of people. Then everything was quiet, Jamals body had fell forward face first onto the table, his blood was oozing out of his head, the Triad leader lay propped up against the wall, his body filled with holes, Salvatore was sprawled out across the table, his body also riddled with bullet holes, and El Burro lay beneath a table with a bullet in his side and one in his head. Two people laid in the middle of the dance floor, they had been trampled to death.
"Well, I think that was successful." Tommy said to himself, smirking.
The bartender came back downstairs and looked around. "Jesus Tommy."
The bartender picked up a large bottle of Jack Daniels and chugged it.
On October 25, 1992, Tommy Vercetti called a meeting. He called the leaders of the gangs in Liberty City. The Leone family, the Triads, the Yardies and the Diablos. Most of them were enemies, Vercetti was perfectly aware of this. He wanted Liberty for himself. What better way to do it than to take out the leaders of all the gangs? He planned to do just that. It had been three months since he called the meeting. Today would be the day. Vice City was boring Vercetti, he wanted to move back to his old stomping grounds in Liberty, or at least run some things down there. The meeting would be held in the Malibu, Salvatore Leone had demanded it be a public place, and the other leaders agreed. Tommy happily agreed, he didn't give a shit if innocent bystanders saw them getting murdered, he didn't care about casualties. He just wanted the leaders of the Liberty City gangs dead. Tonight it would finally happen.
"Tommy, it's time." Ken Rosenberg said as he stepped into Tommy Vercettis office.
"Yeah, I'm ready." Tommy said as he double checked his two chrome berettas in his jacket. "Are all the guys there? Is everything in place?"
"Yeah Tommy, everything's ready." Rosenberg replied.
"Good, listen Ken, I don't want you anywhere near the place when it happens. I need a lawyer and you're no good to me dead." Tommy said as he walked out of the office.
He stepped into the back of his limo and waited as his chauffeur drove towards the club. They drove for what seemed like forever, Tommy was growing impatient. Finally they pulled up in front of the club, the music from inside was booming. Tommy walked inside, look around for a few seconds, and then spotted a table with four familiar people sitting at it. Salvatore Leone, Mitch El Burro, the Yardie leader known only as Jamal, and the Triad leader whose name Tommy didn't know.
Tommy walked over to the table and sat down. "Greetings gentleman."
Tommy smiled to himself as he reminded himself of Don Vito Corleone from 'The Godfather'.
"What the fuck you smiling at?" Jamal asked impatiently.
"Shut your face jungle bunny." El Burro shot back.
"Gentleman, please. Act civilized." Tommy said, trying to stop the fight before it happened. He was unsuccessful.
"Don't be calling me a jungle bunny you prick!" Jamal yelled.
Salvatore Leone interrupted, "Listen to him, we came here to talk business, not rip each others throats out."
The triad leader sat back in his chair, sipping his whiskey and ignoring the bickering.
"Anyways, I called you all down here for one reason." Tommy said.
"What do you want? It better be good, I better not be wasting my time coming all the way out to Florida." Jamal said back angrily.
"Oh it's good..." The bartender quietly went upstairs, getting out of the way from what he knew was about to happen, Salvatore saw him and immediately realized what was about to happen, but it was too late. Tommy began laughing, but stopped abrubtly as he pulled out his beretta and blew a hole through Jamals head. His blood sprayed the Triad leader in the face, he sat stunned. Salvatore quickly stood up, as he did so several standing on the side of the clubs pulled out uzis and began firing rounds into Salvatores body. He convulsed as the bullets pounded into his body, bits of flesh flying off and blood spraying the walls behind him, he fell backwards onto the table, dead. El Burro attempted to dive behind a table, but Tommy shot him in the side before he landed. The men with uzis began firing into the Triad leader, as he sat there, still stunned. The impact threw him backwards into the wall, the bullets kept him pressed up against it, they continued shooting at him until their clips ran out. His body slid slowly to the ground, leaving a trail of blood going down the wall. El Burro was groaning as he lay on the floor clutching his side where the bullet had entered. Tommy walked up to him, aimed his gun at his head and fired, splattering his brains and blood onto the carpet. It all happened in little more than a minute, people were screaming in horror and running as fast as they could out the door, survival being the only thing on their minds. A few people were trampled by the frantic mob of people. Then everything was quiet, Jamals body had fell forward face first onto the table, his blood was oozing out of his head, the Triad leader lay propped up against the wall, his body filled with holes, Salvatore was sprawled out across the table, his body also riddled with bullet holes, and El Burro lay beneath a table with a bullet in his side and one in his head. Two people laid in the middle of the dance floor, they had been trampled to death.
"Well, I think that was successful." Tommy said to himself, smirking.
The bartender came back downstairs and looked around. "Jesus Tommy."
The bartender picked up a large bottle of Jack Daniels and chugged it.