COPS: Vice City
Chapter 1
Jose Philipe Mendola
Legal Notice: I do not hold any affiliations with Rockstar or RockstarNorth. All corporate names are borrowed and used without permission. Though I am not seeing ANY money from this, the possibility of suing is still possible. Pray for me kids.
Apologies: Many apologies to E-Z-B, who first did COPS: Liberty City. Sorry to leech off your idea, but it was too good to pass us. Say the word, my man, and you wont see this fic up.
Authors Note: Yeah, I know. 'Real original Jose. why don't you do an Evil Dead Millionaire Fic?' Screw off. I'm bored and I ran into a good idea that I'm now running with. Enjoy.
1:23 PM. Downtown Vice City
Carl: Yeah, I've been on this beat for some time. I first started working for the Vice City Police force back in 69. Not too much has changed, but we cant beat the shit out of hippies anymore.
~A voice is heard, distorted, over the cars radio. Carl picks up the receiver~
Carl: 14-5. Copy.
~The siren is heard and the car accelerates~
Carl: What we have going on here is a possible hostile situation at the Greasy Chopper. Guess someone walked in again without an invite. Happens a lot.
~The siren blasts a few more times to move some slow moving cars. Seconds later (due to good editing), Carl arrives at the scene. Putting the car in park, Carl exits the car and jogs toward the door~
Carl: What's going on here?
~The camera focuses on a man that is outside the bar. He is wearing a leather biker vest and cut off jeans~
Man: what are you talking about? Nothing's going on here.
Carl: Mitch Baker. Well, well. Why am I not surprised to see you here?
Mitch: I practically LIVE here, officer.
Carl: OK, maybe you can tell me what's going on here.
~A man staggers out of the bar, bleeding from his head. Carl sees him, but puts it off as important. The man is clutching at his side~
Mitch; Well, as I saw it, some guy comes into the bar, sits down at the bar, orders a drink, then gets up and HITS himself with a pool cue.
Carl: That sounds odd.
~Three men, dressed similarly like Mitch, come out of the bar. One is shouldering a bat, one a pool cue, another a small club~
Mitch: Well, I'll be danged if that man don't fall to the ground bleeding, fall on a bullet 9That got lodged in his side), and attack one or two of my friends while he's at it.
~The three men that came out of the bar proceed to beat the downed man with all they have. Swearing at him, they continue their assault. Carl still writes it off~
Carl: So if any physical contact was made, it was because of-
Carl and Mitch: Self Defense.
~The three men walk away from the bleeding outsider and go back into the bar~
Carl: Thanks Mitch, we'll find that bastard that attacked your friends.
~Mitch points behind Carl~
Mitch: Why, there he is NOW officer!
~Carl turns around and draws his pistol. He points it at the downed criminal~
Carl: You! Stop right there!
~Carl dives atop the man and proceeds to wrestle his arms behind him. The cameraman comes running over, out of breath (Like always)~
Carl: You have the right to remain silent.
~He said, cuffing the obvious criminal here~
Carl: Anything you say will be misquoted and used against you. You have the right to an attorney AFTER we have forced a confession out of you. Do you understand the rights I have just issued?
~The man only gurgled through his blood filled mouth~
Carl: Don't get smart with ME, smart guy.
~He pulled out his pepper spray~
Carl: Say another word, and I'll lazer-tazer your ass. You got any ID?
~Another blood-soaked response~
Carl: I warned you asshole!
~Carl dug the tazer into his back and zapped him a good one. He turned back to Mitch~
Carl: Are you going to press charges against this piece of trash?
Mitch: Damn right I am. He assaulted one of my friends. Hey, mind if I take a hit at him?
~Carl looked around~
Carl: Well, I'm really not suppose to. ok. But make it fast.
~Mitch dug into his pocket and produced a pair of Brass Knuckles. Sliding them on, he reared back and hit the criminal in the chest~
Carl: Ok, that's it. We're getting this waste of space back to the station.
~He opened the back door to the car and threw the bloodied assailant in, causing him to his head on the opposite door~
Carl: Bloody up the back of this cruiser and your in for it.
~He warned his captive~
~Carl slammed the door and looked at the camera~
Carl: Yeah, it's always SOMEONE attacking Mitch and his buddies. I'm surprised they don't start anything.
~The screen begins to fade, and COPS is seen~
Carl: But like they say, you just got to take them down, one at a time.
Chapter 1
Jose Philipe Mendola
Legal Notice: I do not hold any affiliations with Rockstar or RockstarNorth. All corporate names are borrowed and used without permission. Though I am not seeing ANY money from this, the possibility of suing is still possible. Pray for me kids.
Apologies: Many apologies to E-Z-B, who first did COPS: Liberty City. Sorry to leech off your idea, but it was too good to pass us. Say the word, my man, and you wont see this fic up.
Authors Note: Yeah, I know. 'Real original Jose. why don't you do an Evil Dead Millionaire Fic?' Screw off. I'm bored and I ran into a good idea that I'm now running with. Enjoy.
1:23 PM. Downtown Vice City
Carl: Yeah, I've been on this beat for some time. I first started working for the Vice City Police force back in 69. Not too much has changed, but we cant beat the shit out of hippies anymore.
~A voice is heard, distorted, over the cars radio. Carl picks up the receiver~
Carl: 14-5. Copy.
~The siren is heard and the car accelerates~
Carl: What we have going on here is a possible hostile situation at the Greasy Chopper. Guess someone walked in again without an invite. Happens a lot.
~The siren blasts a few more times to move some slow moving cars. Seconds later (due to good editing), Carl arrives at the scene. Putting the car in park, Carl exits the car and jogs toward the door~
Carl: What's going on here?
~The camera focuses on a man that is outside the bar. He is wearing a leather biker vest and cut off jeans~
Man: what are you talking about? Nothing's going on here.
Carl: Mitch Baker. Well, well. Why am I not surprised to see you here?
Mitch: I practically LIVE here, officer.
Carl: OK, maybe you can tell me what's going on here.
~A man staggers out of the bar, bleeding from his head. Carl sees him, but puts it off as important. The man is clutching at his side~
Mitch; Well, as I saw it, some guy comes into the bar, sits down at the bar, orders a drink, then gets up and HITS himself with a pool cue.
Carl: That sounds odd.
~Three men, dressed similarly like Mitch, come out of the bar. One is shouldering a bat, one a pool cue, another a small club~
Mitch: Well, I'll be danged if that man don't fall to the ground bleeding, fall on a bullet 9That got lodged in his side), and attack one or two of my friends while he's at it.
~The three men that came out of the bar proceed to beat the downed man with all they have. Swearing at him, they continue their assault. Carl still writes it off~
Carl: So if any physical contact was made, it was because of-
Carl and Mitch: Self Defense.
~The three men walk away from the bleeding outsider and go back into the bar~
Carl: Thanks Mitch, we'll find that bastard that attacked your friends.
~Mitch points behind Carl~
Mitch: Why, there he is NOW officer!
~Carl turns around and draws his pistol. He points it at the downed criminal~
Carl: You! Stop right there!
~Carl dives atop the man and proceeds to wrestle his arms behind him. The cameraman comes running over, out of breath (Like always)~
Carl: You have the right to remain silent.
~He said, cuffing the obvious criminal here~
Carl: Anything you say will be misquoted and used against you. You have the right to an attorney AFTER we have forced a confession out of you. Do you understand the rights I have just issued?
~The man only gurgled through his blood filled mouth~
Carl: Don't get smart with ME, smart guy.
~He pulled out his pepper spray~
Carl: Say another word, and I'll lazer-tazer your ass. You got any ID?
~Another blood-soaked response~
Carl: I warned you asshole!
~Carl dug the tazer into his back and zapped him a good one. He turned back to Mitch~
Carl: Are you going to press charges against this piece of trash?
Mitch: Damn right I am. He assaulted one of my friends. Hey, mind if I take a hit at him?
~Carl looked around~
Carl: Well, I'm really not suppose to. ok. But make it fast.
~Mitch dug into his pocket and produced a pair of Brass Knuckles. Sliding them on, he reared back and hit the criminal in the chest~
Carl: Ok, that's it. We're getting this waste of space back to the station.
~He opened the back door to the car and threw the bloodied assailant in, causing him to his head on the opposite door~
Carl: Bloody up the back of this cruiser and your in for it.
~He warned his captive~
~Carl slammed the door and looked at the camera~
Carl: Yeah, it's always SOMEONE attacking Mitch and his buddies. I'm surprised they don't start anything.
~The screen begins to fade, and COPS is seen~
Carl: But like they say, you just got to take them down, one at a time.