High Crime
By:MasklessDuckman
Warning: The following contains spoilers of the games Grand Theft Auto 3, Grand Theft Auto Vice City, Grand Theft Auto San Andreas, The Getaway, True Crime: Streets of L.A., Driv3r, Mafia, Max Payne, Dead to Rights, and Manhunt
All these titles belong to their respective owners and not me, enjoy.
If you enjoyed my Grand Theft Auto Redemption story,I will unfortunately not be continuing it. However the continuation of that story is within this story, or rather will be eventually. I hope you enjoy this.
Chapter 1: Balance of Power
1950, Location Undisclosed
A red car pulled up to a house in the suburbs of a small town, outside a man with a garden hose was watering his lawn.
Two men stepped out of the car and walked across the lawn. One of the men was tall and strong, he had brown hair and a thick moustache that covered his entire upper lip. The other man was shorter and had a rougher physique to him. This man had slicked back black hair and a scowl on his face he walked slowly clutching a sawn off double barreled shotgun in his hand.
As the two men came close to the man with the garden house, the taller one said, "Mr. Angelo?" the man turned slowly, "Yes?" he said.
"Mr. Salieri sends his regards." The shorter man said pointing the barrels of the sawn off at the man, the man's eyes widened in fear and his adrenaline pumped like he was going to try to fight the two men off.
However this adrenaline rush came too slow, as the shorter man pulled the trigger, the gun gave a kick and the man fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Tommy Angelo, the man who had betrayed Don Salieri, was dead.
The two men walked back to the car, "Well that was easy." The smaller man said, "Yeah, well remember Frank, we're only working for Salieri so that we can take over Liberty City." The taller man replied.
These men were Frank Cipriani and Salvatore Leone, two small time crooks from Liberty City, looking to make names for themselves by taking over the city and becoming the new Mafia power.
"So when do we make our move?" Frank asked. "Well, we'll need some guns and a fast car. Bertone is obviously our best bet, seeing as that stuttering prick Ralphie would just tell on us." Salvatore said.
"We'll need some guns too, I heard of a guy named Yellow Pete. I heard that this guy lives in an old movie theater in Hoboken. He has tons of guns." Frank said. "Let's go back to Salieri's, we'll start tomorrow." Salvatore replied.
1950, Liberty City
After several hours the car pulled into the gate at Salieri's bar, it pulled down the alleyway and parked in the garage.
Ralph walked up to the car, "Hey S-s-s-Salvatore, need a t-t-t-tune up?" "We're good Ralphie, but thanks anyway." Salvatore and Frank walked around the corner.
"What about him?" Salvatore asked, jerking a thumb back at Ralphie. "He's a good kid, we won't kill him unless we have to." Frank replied.
The two men opened the door and walked in, "Hey, Salvatore, Frankie, how are things?" Luigi asked. "Good Luigi, hey sorry about liquidating your son in law." Frank said. "Don't worry about it, you were just doing your job, and he ratted out Mr. Salieri." Luigi said.
"What about him?" Salvatore asked. "Course not, he's a bartender, besides his daughter's going to need him since we killed her husband." Frank replied.
"So, it's Salieri, Vincenzo, and any Mafioso who stands in our way?" Salvatore asked. "You know it." Frank replied. The two men walked into the meeting room to tell Mr. Salieri that their mission was a success.
The Next Morning…
Salvatore and Frank checked in with Salieri to make sure that he didn't have any work for them, they then proceeded out back, got their car, and took off towards Hoboken.
"So, when we rule this city, what're you gonna do? I could only imagine what it would be like to be the Don." Salvatore said. "I was thinking about that Sal, I'm not sure if I want the responsibility of being a Don." Frank replied.
"What do you mean? You wanted to be a Don last week." Salvatore said, "Yeah, but I met someone, she owns a little restaurant on the corner in Saint Marks, I was thinking of settling down, raising a family, I'll be a concierge, but people want to see Don Salvatore Leon, not Don Francis Cipriani." Frank replied.
"My best wishes go with you, so if you have a kid, what're you gonna name the little runt?" Salvatore asked. "I don't know, I was thinking Toni if it's a boy, a nice strong Italian name, he'd make a good Mafioso." Frank said.
"We're here." Salvatore said as they pulled in by the movie theatre. The two men got out and walked to a steel security door on the side and knocked, after a long pause a slit slid open and two eyes stared at the men.
"Whaddaya want?" the man behind the door asked. "We're looking for Yellow Pete." Salvatore said. "I don't know no Yellow Pete." The man replied. Frank stepped forward and slid a wad of hundred dollar bills through the door. "Oh, that Yellow Pete, follow me gentlemen." The man said as he opened the door and led Frank and Salvatore in.
Frank and Salvatore were lead down a long hallway to a counter, behind the counter stood a man who looked like he was in his fifties or sixties, the top of his head was bald with a ring of grey hair around the side of his head, a bushy grey mustache covered his upper lip, his most distinguishable feature was his left arm, or lack thereof.
"You Yellow Pete?" Frank asked. "Who's asking?" the man asked. "This." Frank said, tossing the man a roll of bills. The man smiled, revealing the most yellow teeth that both Salvatore and Frank had ever seen, "Yeah, I'm Yellow Pete, what can I do ya fer?" he asked.
"We need guns Pete, two Thompsons, a couple handguns, two sawed offs, and a couple long range rifles." Frank said. Pete cocked an eye at Frank, "You takin on the army?" he asked. "Worse, the Salieri family mafia." Salvatore replied.
Pete was silent for a moment, "Here, take this case of Molotov's and these bats on the house. The Salieri family has encroached on my business for too long. Get the job done." He said as he sat a case of whiskey bottles with rags in them and two baseball bats on the counter.
"Thanks Pete, hope to see you again." Salvatore said as he and Frank walked out, "You too boys, you too." Phil said as he waved with his one arm, the other man followed Frank and Salvatore back up the hallway and shut the door behind them.
Frank and Salvatore got in their car, "Now, off to Bertone's." Salvatore said, "Right." Frank replied. The two men got in the car and drove to under the Guiliano Bridge to Lucas Bertone's garage.
Upon their arrival to Lucas' garage he already had a very special vehicle in the back, the two men stepped out of the car and walked towards the mechanic.
"Lucas, we need something fast and strong." Frank said. Well, for fast you're on you own, but I got strong." Lucas replied. "What are you talking about Bertone?" Salvatore asked. "This." Lucas replied opening the garage door to reveal a World War 2 Sherman Tank.
"How did you get this?" Frank asked. "My friend Big Dick stole it." Lucas replied. "We'll take it." Frank said. "Well, normally I would make you do a job for me, but I figure you give me that car you got now and we'll call it even." Lucas said. "Deal." Salvatore said and handed the keys to their red Chevrolet to Lucas and walked towards the tank.
One Hour Later…
Don Salieri was sitting in his bar enjoying a drink with a few of his most trusted gangsters. "I don't know about you boys, but I've never tasted better scotch." Salieri said. "You know it boss." One of the gangsters said.
Salieri sat down his glass and seized the moment, that's when he noticed a low rumbling coming towards the bar slowly, the scotch in his glass began to ripple, soon the pictures on the wall were bouncing up and down.
All the gangsters stood up and walked out to the main room, Salieri followed. As the gangsters walked out into the main room of the bar, the front walk collapsed and heavy treads grinded over the rubble of the wall as the tank pulled inside.
Frank and Salvatore popped out of the hatch on the tank, "Frankie, Salvatore, what's the meaning of this?" Salieri asked. "Sorry Salieri, but you've outlived you usefulness." Frank replied as he placed a clip in his Thompson and fired of a round towards The don.
Salieri ran into the back room as Frank and Salvatore wiped out all the gangsters in the main room, "Well, no going back now." Frank said kicking the back door open. "Not now." Salvatore said as he sprayed the room with gunfire, wiping out all the gangsters in the hallway.
Salieri ran out to the garage, "Ralphie, I need the fastest car here." Salieri said. "Sure t-t-thing boss." Ralph said as he went to a blue ford and opened the door, the don got behind the wheel and Ralph hopped in the back seat.
Salieri pulled up beside Vincenzo's staircase and honked the horn, "Vincenzo get out here." He said. Vincenzo came out at about the same time as Frank and Salvatore. Salieri did not wait for his friend, he just rammed through the gates and took off out into the streets.
Vincenzo ran down the stairs carrying a Thompson in one hand and a Sawed-Off in the other, Frank jumped behind a dumpster and returned fire while Salvatore went into the garage to get a car.
There were gangsters in the garage, Salvatore shot the one at the top of the stairs, followed by the two behind the stack of crates, four behind the cars, and the two in the pit. After the floor was covered with bodies, Salvatore made his way to a nice sports car, he slammed the butt of his Thompson through the window and climbed in.
Salvatore turned the keys on the sports car and the engine roared to life, he backed up slowly and turned around, then gunned it through the garage doors outside.
Outside Frank and Vincenzo exchanged fire for several moments, finally Frank's clip was empty and he had to stop to reload. Vincenzo decided to take this to his advantage. As he made his way towards Frank, gun in hand Salvatore in the sports car flew through the garage doors and flattened Vincenzo there on the spot.
Salvatore hit the break, "Hurry up, we can't let him get away." Salvatore said. "Pretty unconventional, but it'll do." Frank said as he got in the car and loaded his Thompson. Salvatore pulled the car out of the alleyway and took off down the road.
Salieri was gone, but Frank knew exactly where he was going, the airport. Salvatore gunned the engine and took off towards the country, after miles of twisting roads they reached the airport.
"Alright stop, lets go get him." Frank said. "I got a better idea." Salvatore said as he drove around the lobby, there stood Salieri running as fast as he could towards a plane that was preparing to take off.
Salvatore took the car for all it was worth as he pressed the gas pedal to the floor sending the car rocketing towards the plane, Salieri reached it as it started to take off, the plane flew up into the air, out of reach of the two men. Salvatore stopped, "Dammit! He got away."
"Not quite." Frank said as he stood up, holding a World War 2 sniper rifle, he took aim carefully and fired. The bullet hit Salieri's hands, sending him falling thirty feet.
Salieri lay bleeding on the ground, both his legs were broken and his right hand had a large hole in it. A great shadow cast over Salieri as Salvatore and Frank stood before him.
"Someone… stop… you…" Salieri said. "Not likely, old man." Salvatore said as he and Frank raised their handguns and fired five shots each into Salieri's body.
Frank and Salvatore went back to the car, "So what now?" Salvatore asked. "Bask in the glory." Frank replied, "We own this city now."