TOMMY VERCETTI in: Hawaian Shirts and .44 Magnums
Tommy fired twice and ducked behind a low brick wall. He kept his head low as automatic gunfire shredded through the bricks. He grabbed his gun a .44 Magnum and returned fire. The bulets smashed wildly into the wind-screen of an orange muscle car. Tommy kept low and sprinted towards his own car; a bronze infernus and dived behind it. Bullets slammed into the passenger door and shettered the glass in the windows.
"Hey Vercetti!?" came a thick Italian accent.
Tommy didn't answer but did shoot the man once in the leg. Tommy opened the door and slammed a key into the engine, he twisted it and heard the engine roar. More gunfire and quickly the engine was on fire, spurting orange and red flames up into the air.
"SHIT!"
Tommy leapt out of the car and ran for the cover of a pile of crates, just as a huge explosion ripped through the air. The three men with machine guns slowly crept (or in one case - one slowly limped) forwards and made their way to what was left of the car.
"Did we get 'im?" one of them asked loading another clip into his gun.
"Dunno 'bout Vercetti but we definetly got his friend" the man with the wounded leg replied "Frankie get the drugs and the money and put 'em in the car. Joe you go and finish off Baker."
Tommy flicked open the cylinder in his Magnum. Inside only a single round remained and Tommy had not suspected a gunfight so hand not brought any more ammo.
The reason and Tommy and Mitch were in this situation was that Mitch had been called about a large drug deal that was going down. The two of them had decided to head down and give the dealer a better offer for the drugs, but they had been ambushed and the dealer had been killed. Mitch who had been armed with a shotgun had killed one of the men and Tommy had killed their driver which only left three more of them - and one of them had been shot in the foot.
"Verce'i? Come out, come out wherever you are!"
BLAM!
The man's head snapped backwards and a stream of blood flew out of his skull.
"Yeah Take that mother fucker!" Tommy yelled snatching up the man's gun, a; Uzi 9mm andf let rip, shredding Joe's chest with the sheer power of the bullets.
"JOE!" the last man yelled.
Tommy shot him twice in the chest and he stumbled backwards behind some more crates. Tommy ran over to where he'd gone and swore. The man was using Mitch as a human shield with a gun pointing at his head.
"Back up! Back it up Vercetti!"
"Let him go."
"FUCK YOU!"
"Let him fucking go!"
Mitch groaned and the man tightened his hold around Mitch's neck. Mitch's hand crept to his belt and winked at Tommy. A single gunshot rang out and for a moment Tommy had thought that Mitch had been shot, because of the amount of blood on the back of his neck and upper-back. Tommy took his chance and opened up with the Uzi, efectively ventilating the man.
"You okay?" Tommy asked.
"What the fuck do you think?"
Tommy grinned.
"We'd better get the shit then" Mitch said.
"Hold on...I thought it was in those guys' van..."
"...yeah" mitch said.
"Where's the van?"
The two looked around.
"I'm counting five bodies--so who took the van?"
"...And the drugs!"
"SHIT!!" the two screamed in unision.