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An Asswipe Production
Chapter 1: Him
Hey there, my name is Jack Cholon. I got transferred down to Vice City about five years ago. So I know the streets, I'm just a patrolman, ya know? Well here is the story.
It is about ten o' clock, just riding around Washington Beach. The radio crackles and spits out, "Calling all units, calling all units. Robbery in process. The bank on 6th Ave, right outside of Ocean Beach. Suspects are two Caucasians both wearing all black." I flipped my sirens on and pulled a U turn. I turned on the street by the local Pay 'N' Spray, took a left and made a right. The bank was right in front of me. I slam the emergency brake and skid to a stop. I grab my Spaz Shotgun from the backseat. I kneel behind the hood and position my shotgun on the hood. I grab a bullhorn and yell, "This is the V.C.P.D., come out with your hands up!" I heard a gunshot and grabbed my radio, "Dispatch this is unit 142 there is a hostile situation, guns fired. Need back up at the Ocean Beach Bank." I didn't listen for a reply, I just went back to my perch. I yelled once more through the bullhorn, "Come out with your hands up." They still ignored me. I popped the trunk on my squad car and grabbed two smoke grenades. I shut the trunk and walked back to my spot. I pulled the pin and threw the clip off. I chucked the grenade into the building. I did the same with the other grenade. I heard a man, "Fuck you, you fuckin' pigs!" By that time back up cars had arrived and surronded the building, blocking the exits. All of a sudden two Caucasians rushed out of the smoking building with guns drawn. I fired a buckshot and dropped one man and another officer dropped the other. I dropped my shotgun and walked over to the men. I knelt down and felt the neck of the one who I shot. He was dead. The other criminal was still breathing. I turned him over and cuffed him.
After the bank heist there had been several more heists all around Vice City. There had been a sudden uplift in the crime rate. Maybe because Tommy Vercetti was in town. Many members of the force have been dying. It was just chaos.
"Calling all units, calling all units. Grand theft auto in process. The car is a Red Infernus with an African American driving. Last seen around North Point Mall." I flipped my sirens on and drove off. Around one block away from the mall a red Infernus zipped past me. I pulled a U-Turn and zoomed past him. I fired a warning shot, I thought that'd scare him, but it didn't. I rammed my car into the side of his. He swerved into a fire hydrant and stopped. I jumped out of my car and pulled my Colt .45. I pointed it at his car and said, "Step out of the car with hands up." The man got out. Lo and Behold it was Tommy Vercetti. I said, "Turn around Tommy." He said nothing. As I was walking towards him when he drew a gun and shot me in the right arm. I fell to the ground thinking, 'Please on't kill me. Please!' He just took my car and drove off. An ambulance picked me up.
That happened just a year ago, when that punk Tommy Vercetti came to Vice City. I swear one day I am going to kill him. Anyways now I'm on S.W.A.T. (Special Weapons and Tactics). I still patrol the my beat, but every now and then I get assigned to a special mission such as the one I'm about to explain.
It was around noon when I heard the dispatcher, "Calling all S.W.A.T. members, calling all S.W.A.T. members, please report to the precint for briefing." I accelerated down the long beach strip. I turned right and followed the street until I saw the department. I stepped out of my squad car and walked in. I saw my other three team mates, Jason, Joe, and John. And with me Jack we made the J team. Also known as the most elite special police force in Florida. The Chief greeted me, "Morning Jack." I just nodded as he begin his briefing, "Ahem, anyways. As you all know this new chump Tommy Vercetti has arrived here in Vice City, in the previous year he killed Ricardo Diaz, now even though that is a load off our shoulders, he took the mansion over. Then Colonel Cortez left the country, leaving us to deal with Vercetti. But now the bastad Cortez is back with a ship full of cocaine. Diaz is going to meet with Vercetti to pass drugs. So naturally we are going to stop it. Now get equipped and board the chopper on the roof." We all murmured various responses, but we all walked towards the locker room. I stripped my uniform and belt off and shoved it into my locker. I pulled on my blue cargo pants that had too many pockets. I snapped the utility belt. I then slipped a black S.W.A.T. tee shirt on and tucked it in. I then slipped on my kevlar vest. I slipped my communication system onto my head and fastened it on my ear. I then grabbed my beauty. My Colt M4. Then I holstered my Colt .45. I checked to make sure everything was in order. I grabbed several boxes full of clips for my M4 and .45. Slipped them into my pockets in my pants. I slipped some Mace into it's holster on my belt. I was getting ready to leave when I remembered I forgot to get my Maglite. I grabbed the flashlite and put it in a holster on my vest. I cocked my M4 and said, "Let's go boys."
I yelled over the helicopter engine, "Ok we are gonna be set down on top of a roof, Jason you will set up a sniper nest, Joe will be your spotter and me and John will be on ground level, waiting to ambush. Remember don't do anything without permission." They all yelled in unison, "Yes sir." In a few minutes the building was in sight, it was in the middle of Washington Beach with a big alley beside it. The chopper set us down on the building. When it left I said, "Okay, Jason, Joe, you two set up here, John follow me." I ducked and crept down the emergency stairs with John at my heel. I slid down a ladder and covered him. I saw a dumpster and managed to squeeze behind it. John ducked behind an old junk car. I said into my mic, "Okay guys, we'll wait for him to show up, let's take Cortez into custody and kill Vercetti." I heard several, "Yes sirs," or "Roger." Twenty minutes later a white limo pulled up, followed by a red Comet. The two criminals got out of the car. I whispered, "Go!" I jumped out from my dumpster and yelled, "V.C.P.D. Put your hands up! You are surronded, we have a sniper concealed that will fire if I give the order!" Vercetti chuckled, "Bastards." Vercetti put his hands up slowly. I tackled Cortez and handcuffed him. I stood him up and said, "Vercetti, give up, I've got Cortez!" Vercetti turned and tailed it out of there. Jason fired at him but missed. Then five Mafia members showed up. I threw Cortez hard to the ground and ducked behind the Comet. I grabbed for a smoke grenade. I didn't feel one, OH NO! I forgot it! Damnit. I leaned out from the car and fired a few blind rounds. Then I heard Jason on the microphone, "Jack! They have us! Vercetti has us!" I yelled, "Shit! John, go get 'em!" No response, "John!" I look back, John is dead. I fired a few more shots. Then all the gunshots halted. They retreated. I tallied up the situation. Vercetti has Joe and Jason, John is dead, but I have Cortez. I turned and said into my radio, "This is Red-4. We need extraction." I didn't listen for the response. I just grabbed Cortez by the hair and said, "Where did the bastard take them?!" Cortez just spit on my boots. I struck him in the gut and said, "Want to talk now?"
An Asswipe Production
Chapter 1: Him
Hey there, my name is Jack Cholon. I got transferred down to Vice City about five years ago. So I know the streets, I'm just a patrolman, ya know? Well here is the story.
It is about ten o' clock, just riding around Washington Beach. The radio crackles and spits out, "Calling all units, calling all units. Robbery in process. The bank on 6th Ave, right outside of Ocean Beach. Suspects are two Caucasians both wearing all black." I flipped my sirens on and pulled a U turn. I turned on the street by the local Pay 'N' Spray, took a left and made a right. The bank was right in front of me. I slam the emergency brake and skid to a stop. I grab my Spaz Shotgun from the backseat. I kneel behind the hood and position my shotgun on the hood. I grab a bullhorn and yell, "This is the V.C.P.D., come out with your hands up!" I heard a gunshot and grabbed my radio, "Dispatch this is unit 142 there is a hostile situation, guns fired. Need back up at the Ocean Beach Bank." I didn't listen for a reply, I just went back to my perch. I yelled once more through the bullhorn, "Come out with your hands up." They still ignored me. I popped the trunk on my squad car and grabbed two smoke grenades. I shut the trunk and walked back to my spot. I pulled the pin and threw the clip off. I chucked the grenade into the building. I did the same with the other grenade. I heard a man, "Fuck you, you fuckin' pigs!" By that time back up cars had arrived and surronded the building, blocking the exits. All of a sudden two Caucasians rushed out of the smoking building with guns drawn. I fired a buckshot and dropped one man and another officer dropped the other. I dropped my shotgun and walked over to the men. I knelt down and felt the neck of the one who I shot. He was dead. The other criminal was still breathing. I turned him over and cuffed him.
After the bank heist there had been several more heists all around Vice City. There had been a sudden uplift in the crime rate. Maybe because Tommy Vercetti was in town. Many members of the force have been dying. It was just chaos.
"Calling all units, calling all units. Grand theft auto in process. The car is a Red Infernus with an African American driving. Last seen around North Point Mall." I flipped my sirens on and drove off. Around one block away from the mall a red Infernus zipped past me. I pulled a U-Turn and zoomed past him. I fired a warning shot, I thought that'd scare him, but it didn't. I rammed my car into the side of his. He swerved into a fire hydrant and stopped. I jumped out of my car and pulled my Colt .45. I pointed it at his car and said, "Step out of the car with hands up." The man got out. Lo and Behold it was Tommy Vercetti. I said, "Turn around Tommy." He said nothing. As I was walking towards him when he drew a gun and shot me in the right arm. I fell to the ground thinking, 'Please on't kill me. Please!' He just took my car and drove off. An ambulance picked me up.
That happened just a year ago, when that punk Tommy Vercetti came to Vice City. I swear one day I am going to kill him. Anyways now I'm on S.W.A.T. (Special Weapons and Tactics). I still patrol the my beat, but every now and then I get assigned to a special mission such as the one I'm about to explain.
It was around noon when I heard the dispatcher, "Calling all S.W.A.T. members, calling all S.W.A.T. members, please report to the precint for briefing." I accelerated down the long beach strip. I turned right and followed the street until I saw the department. I stepped out of my squad car and walked in. I saw my other three team mates, Jason, Joe, and John. And with me Jack we made the J team. Also known as the most elite special police force in Florida. The Chief greeted me, "Morning Jack." I just nodded as he begin his briefing, "Ahem, anyways. As you all know this new chump Tommy Vercetti has arrived here in Vice City, in the previous year he killed Ricardo Diaz, now even though that is a load off our shoulders, he took the mansion over. Then Colonel Cortez left the country, leaving us to deal with Vercetti. But now the bastad Cortez is back with a ship full of cocaine. Diaz is going to meet with Vercetti to pass drugs. So naturally we are going to stop it. Now get equipped and board the chopper on the roof." We all murmured various responses, but we all walked towards the locker room. I stripped my uniform and belt off and shoved it into my locker. I pulled on my blue cargo pants that had too many pockets. I snapped the utility belt. I then slipped a black S.W.A.T. tee shirt on and tucked it in. I then slipped on my kevlar vest. I slipped my communication system onto my head and fastened it on my ear. I then grabbed my beauty. My Colt M4. Then I holstered my Colt .45. I checked to make sure everything was in order. I grabbed several boxes full of clips for my M4 and .45. Slipped them into my pockets in my pants. I slipped some Mace into it's holster on my belt. I was getting ready to leave when I remembered I forgot to get my Maglite. I grabbed the flashlite and put it in a holster on my vest. I cocked my M4 and said, "Let's go boys."
I yelled over the helicopter engine, "Ok we are gonna be set down on top of a roof, Jason you will set up a sniper nest, Joe will be your spotter and me and John will be on ground level, waiting to ambush. Remember don't do anything without permission." They all yelled in unison, "Yes sir." In a few minutes the building was in sight, it was in the middle of Washington Beach with a big alley beside it. The chopper set us down on the building. When it left I said, "Okay, Jason, Joe, you two set up here, John follow me." I ducked and crept down the emergency stairs with John at my heel. I slid down a ladder and covered him. I saw a dumpster and managed to squeeze behind it. John ducked behind an old junk car. I said into my mic, "Okay guys, we'll wait for him to show up, let's take Cortez into custody and kill Vercetti." I heard several, "Yes sirs," or "Roger." Twenty minutes later a white limo pulled up, followed by a red Comet. The two criminals got out of the car. I whispered, "Go!" I jumped out from my dumpster and yelled, "V.C.P.D. Put your hands up! You are surronded, we have a sniper concealed that will fire if I give the order!" Vercetti chuckled, "Bastards." Vercetti put his hands up slowly. I tackled Cortez and handcuffed him. I stood him up and said, "Vercetti, give up, I've got Cortez!" Vercetti turned and tailed it out of there. Jason fired at him but missed. Then five Mafia members showed up. I threw Cortez hard to the ground and ducked behind the Comet. I grabbed for a smoke grenade. I didn't feel one, OH NO! I forgot it! Damnit. I leaned out from the car and fired a few blind rounds. Then I heard Jason on the microphone, "Jack! They have us! Vercetti has us!" I yelled, "Shit! John, go get 'em!" No response, "John!" I look back, John is dead. I fired a few more shots. Then all the gunshots halted. They retreated. I tallied up the situation. Vercetti has Joe and Jason, John is dead, but I have Cortez. I turned and said into my radio, "This is Red-4. We need extraction." I didn't listen for the response. I just grabbed Cortez by the hair and said, "Where did the bastard take them?!" Cortez just spit on my boots. I struck him in the gut and said, "Want to talk now?"