Grand Theft Auto Knaksa
Chapter 2
It belongs in a Museum!
The smell of coffee caused CT to stir and he slowly sat up. His vision still slightly blurry from sleep made him take a few moments to focus. Finally once the world seemed to come into focus he stood up and looked at the room he was in. The 'spare room' Justin had opened to him wasn't much to talk about. It was a cot in a room barely big enough to be a small walk in closet. He looked at the small Pißwasser crate which used a night stand and grabbed the .22 Revolver he had took off of George the previous day and once again inspected the weapon. The gun would work in close range, and he had no doubts that it would be enough to intimidate some people who didn't mess with guns very often. Still the gun itself wasn't going to be anything he could really for much else than being within about thirty paces away from someone. He put the .22 Revolver back on the 'nightstand' and stood up. He looked at some of the bags of new clothes he had bought at GASH after he found the six hundred dollars and gotten his new Dukes.
"It'll be nice to change into something different once I shower off," he thought as he stood up and opened the door to see Alejandra standing in the kitchen in one of Justin's shirts and not much else.
"Coming out!" CT shouted as he exited the room.
He expected to see Alejandra hide herself or act like she was bothered by another man seeing her legs, which CT had to admit was amazingly toned, but instead she turned toward him and smiled a brilliant white smile he didn't expect to see.
"Good morning sleepy head. I'm sorry I sounded like a puta yesterday, but there was simply too much going on," she said before she poured a cup of black coffee and handed it to him.
"Ummmm Yeah, sure it's no problem. I take it that everything is cool about me staying here for a while?" CT asked.
"Justin and I talked last night, and he reminded me of why I married him, but yes it's fine that you are staying here with us. I also wanted to tell you thank you for taking care of that maricón George Roberts. He was driving away a lot of business, and the last thing we need is to lose more business," she said as she placed a dirty plate in the sink and turned to look at him. "Justin and I have already eaten, but I left some scrambled eggs and a couple of pieces of toast for you. I suggest that you get them before the roaches do."
She turned and walked toward a slightly larger bedroom than the one he had come out of. He watched as she disappeared and shook his head. When he saw Alejandra yesterday he could tell that she was pretty hot then, and he simply assumed that the reason his brother had married the girl was simply because of her looks. Instead he met the girl that his brother described when he tried to defend the reasoning for marrying her this morning.
"Then again I've met some pretty mean bitches who turned into sweethearts after a good screwing," CT thought as he dished up the left over eggs and toast. He walked toward the living room and looked at the old television with a digital antenna adapter and a modest digital antenna next to it.
He flipped on the television and watched the bright colors of an advertisement for Plucky Brand Cereal staring Plucky the wise cracking Scottish fairy.
"Oh no! Those kids are after me special cereal again filled with blue balls, purple raincoats, brown twigs, and orange faps!" Plucky shouted as he tried to fly away from six kids chasing him and his cereal.
CT quickly changed the channel and noticed the local news channel, sponsored by Weasel inc, started to come on.
"Tonight's main story is feeling of dread in the heartland. As everyone may or may not know Mayor Jonathan Love, distant cousin to business guru and entrepreneur Donald Love, has declared that the city needs to be on constant alert from possible terrorist attacks. Mayor's love controversial policies of closing the bridge which connects Curved Arrow, the same suburb Mayor Love lives in, from the city have caused quite a stir. Mayor Love explained that the policy is about trying to ensure the safety of every citizen of the city, and not just to keep undesirables out of his neighborhood," a cute blond said and then turned toward a man sitting across from her.
"That's right Elle. Also in the news is it convince or death? That's right the local 24/7 Easy Access Mart on General street in the port of Knaksa was robbed yesterday. The cashier, 19 year old Casey Andrews, was shot and left for dead, and the robber now identified as George Roberts, a local criminal with a history of substance abuse, was hit once he was outside by an unmanned Uranus. The car's owner Dwight Kennedy had this to say," the male news anchor said before the screen went to a middle aged fast food worker wearing a red smock sporting the Burger World logo on it.
"Wow! I had no idea that my car could fight crime! I mean I went to work come out and figured that someone simply stole my car, but then I found out that my car had ran over someone who just robbed a place. That's kind of cool, but I'm a little worried that my car might found out that I sometimes cheat on my taxes," Dwight said.
"What a fucking idiot," Elle said before she realized that camera was back on her.
"Ummmm… Yes well, in other news the owner of 'Fappers'- the completely nude gentleman's club – is facing a possible law suit from Lawyer Arnold Stallone. It appears that Mr. Stallone is suing on behalf of M.O.W., or otherwise known as Morbidly Obese Women, for declining one of their members a position as a pole dancer. Wow, really? I mean seriously I've seen some of the girls from M.O.W. and I don't think that they could reach the pole let alone dance around it," Elle said.
"Recalling your days of working at 'Fappers' Elle?" the male news anchor asked.
"Oh shut up Tom," Elle shot back.
CT switched off the television and stretched. He was still in his clothes from the previous day and a hot shower sounded too good to pass up. He walked back to his room and dug out a new GASH t-shirt, with the stores logo on the right breast, and a new pair of stonewashed jeans. He dug through the package and found a pair of Paines Boxers and finally he grabbed a pair of socks and a new pair of THUGS tennis shoes. He walked toward the bathroom and opened the door to find a fairly clean room, perhaps the cleanest room in the house, awaiting him. He showered, changed clothes and walked back toward his room and turned the 'nightstand' upside down creating a clothes hamper.
He walked out of the room to hear Alejandra moaning in Spanish and Justin grunting. He groaned and walked out of the apartment and down the stairs where he saw Kyle standing behind the bar playing a Sornie Playgear Portable. Kyle looked up to see CT and suddenly he quickly pressed a few buttons and shut down the portable game.
"CT right… Look man don't go and tell Alejandra. I don't think that Justin would mind me playing a game with no customers here, but Alejandra might want to fire me for it, or take my balls or something," Kyle said as he nervously eyed CT.
"It's no problem. Trust me I won't say a word. Who knows with that meth head George gone maybe business will pick up for you," CT replied while he took a seat.
Kyle nodded and took a clean glass setting it in front of CT and asked, "What can I get you?"
"Actually I would like a glass of Toke Cola over some ice," CT answered.
"Not a drinking man?" Kyle asked as he fished out a can of Toke Cola and scooped up a small serving of ice from under the bar.
As he began to pour the soda a fairly well dressed man walked into bar and took a seat. He groaned lightly before he turned to Kyle and motioned toward him.
"Mr. Letcher, I could stand with some libation. Those Neanderthals don't understand what they have. It's a beautiful piece, the greatest piece of ancient Native American art ever to be found and those, those simpletons want to sell it to the highest bidder! It belongs in the Everbrook Museum! I explained that it belonged in the Everbrook!" the well dressed gentleman exclaimed.
"Damn, I'm sorry to hear that Dr. Coats. Say, maybe CT here can help you out. He took care of something for us yesterday. I bet that he could convince those guys to give it to Everbrook," Kyle suggested.
"Could you sir? I would of course pay you a handsome sum if you could convince those idiots of the grave mistake they are making," Dr. Coats said as he faced CT.
"What kind of pay?" CT asked as he looked at the well dressed doctor.
"Well the museum usually gives us all some sort of monetary reimbursement for any donation, and that wonderful piece of ancient Native American Art is worth several thousand dollars. I would gladly pay you fifteen hundred if you could convince them," Dr. Coats said.
The idea of the payday made CT smirk a little. It would be nice to have a little money, and fifteen hundred didn't sound too bad. He looked at Dr. Coats and nodded.
"Splendid! I should warn you though that the head of the group is Thomas Jackson. He's a short tempered and paranoid fellow. I believe that he's hired a few body guards to help deliver it to the auction sight they are going to. It might be wise to get a firearm before you go and see them. Speaking of which they are going to be heading to Presley and Lewis auctions in South Knaksa, and they should be leaving Knaksa College campus in about two hours," Dr. Coats said.
"Is the campus still over on Lois and Clark street in West Knaksa?" CT asked.
"Why yes it is. Have you been to the campus before?" Dr. Coats asked.
"I visited once a few years ago," CT said before he stood up.
Kyle handed him a card and smirked at him.
"I don't think that you have the time to go and dick with the sporting goods chick at Smiley Mart. Go see my fellow zombie survivor Neo Anderson. He's here in North Knaksa on Themyscira street. I have to take my lunch break and I was planning on going to Burger Shot, and since it's quite honestly two stores up from where he does business I don't mind you following me," Kyle said before he turned around and pressed an antiquated looking intercom.
"Justin, I'm going to lunch!" he shouted.
"Alright, I'll… Oh God yes… I'll be done or I mean down in a second!" Justin shouted back in response.
Kyle nodded and walked out of the bar with CT. CT walked over to his Dukes he had taken to the local Paint and Spray and had the car repainted just the way he wanted it. The Dukes was now hugger orange with a spoiler on the trunk lid, the number 03 from his favorite series 'The Princes of Chaos' painted on the doors, and a large Jolly Roger pirate flag painted on just like the old television show he had admired when he was younger. He pulled out and followed Kyle who was driving a beat up '81 Bobcat short bed. They drove along for around six minutes until Kyle pulled into a rundown looking Burger Shot and stepped out of his car.
"Alright, Neo works out of an old truck stop just ahead. The sign says junk, but his inventory is inside. Just don't go asking where it all came from," Kyle said before he walked into the Burger Shot.
CT drove down toward the truck stop and pulled up into it. The pavement looked cracked, worn, and starting to be overgrown with grass, but then again he had seen similar places that arms dealers had worked from before in Vice City, so this didn't really surprise him. He walked through the door and saw a tall semi muscular man standing behind a glass door with chicken wire covering it. The guy looked at CT for a moment before he pressed a button and the door opened.
"What can I help you with?" the guy asked.
"Are you Neo?" CT asked.
"Well then that explains what you're here for. Follow me," he said as he turned around and lead CT back into the truck stop.
CT looked at the room full of guns and explosives surrounding him.
"The only ones who call me Neo do it because that's how I know they want a gun. What kind of cash situation are you at currently?" Neo asked.
"I've got about four hundred dollars on me," CT said honestly.
"Bargain basement it is. This way," Neo said as they walked a little deeper into the room full of guns and Neo stopped at a huge set of four crates full of weapons. "Everything in the first two crates is one hundred, everything in the third is two hundred, and everything in the last crate is five hundred."
CT looked through the first two crates and pulled out a nice looking Browning Automatic Pistol P-35, a MAC-10, and a .357 Colt Python. He took the three weapons to Neo who quickly loaded each of them and looked at CT and gave him one extra clip apiece for the Browning and the MAC-10.
"Just so you know you didn't get these here," Neo said as he handed the weapons back to CT.
"I kind of figured that much," CT said as he started to walk out.
"By the way did Kyle send you here?" Neo asked.
"Yeah, he suggested your place," CT answered.
"If he sent you here than that means he trusts you. Kyle's a pretty good judge of character, except with women, so if he sent you here then maybe I'll have some work for you if you're looking," Neo said.
"I'm always looking for work if the pay is good," CT said.
"The pay is most certainly good. Just come back and see me again, and we'll see what we can get into," Neo said before CT walked out the front door.
CT walked toward his Dukes and climbed inside. The sound of the large V8 rumbling to life filled the area as he started the car and let it warm up for a second. He then turned and headed toward the Knaksa College campus on Lois and Clark street. He turned on the radio and smiled as the sounds of Megadeth's "Go to Hell" filled the inside of the car. He gunned the Dukes and as he turned the corner applied the break just right to drift around the corner instead of fishtailing and losing the control of the car. A few moments later he pulled up to the Campus and saw a large white Rumpo. He quickly parked the car and walked toward the van only to have two guys dressed in black suits with matching ear pieces stop him.
"Sorry sir, but this area is restricted for select members of the faculty only," one of them said.
"So what's going on?" CT asked trying to sound like one of the college students.
"It's nothing that concerns you or your fellow students. Now I suggest that you leave before I have to take physical means to make you leave," one of the guards said before he turned around and walked back toward the Rumpo.
CT walked up a little ways and listened to them.
"Is the art secure?" one of them asked.
"It should be. I don't see why we're still waiting. I thought that Hollands was ready to go thirty minutes ago," the other one answered.
"No kidding. Sitting out here sucks major ass. Don't get me wrong I like an easy job as much as the next guy, but I don't like being forced to sit out here and watch all of this college age booty walk by without at least talking to them. I mean damn did you see that one girl wearing the Olde Navel sweatpants? Fuck man I bet that she's a screamer," the first one replied as he leaned against the van.
"So why aren't Tony and Joey down here helping us watch the van?" the other one asked.
"They're 'helping' Hollands bring the crowning jewel to this ancient art shit. It's some kind of pipe that's supposed to be around seven hundred years old. Dr. Coats was trying to convince them that it belonged in a museum along with all of this other crap," the first one answered.
CT smiled and waited until he saw three men step out of the opposite building toward the van. Between two of the younger looking men was an older, slightly rougher looking man. The older man was built like a linebacker, and he was holding something that was wrapped in protective plastic like it was the most precious thing on Earth.
"Let's get this to the auction house. I don't feel comfortable having here among all of these academic assholes," the older man – obviously Hollands – said as he climbed into the Rumpo with one of the guards who was standing by it.
The other three climbed into a dark red Sentinel and followed the white Rumpo. CT ran toward his Dukes and climbed inside of it. He followed behind the Sentinel and began to work out how to get those three out of the way. The easiest way would be to cause them to wreck or blow the Sentinel up. He had the firepower to possibly cause the Sentinel to catch fire, but he wasn't sure if there would be enough to handle the other body guard. He then looked at the tires of the Sentinel. He had driven enough of those cars for Tommy back in Vice City to know that they handled like shit when their tires went flat. He rolled down the window and grabbed Browning and aimed. He fired three shots which hit the back two tires.
The driver of the sentinel seemed to panic for a moment and that panicked state caused the sentinel to fishtail for a moment. The car seemed to correct itself for a moment before a large garbage truck pulled out in front of it and the Sentinel plowed into the side of the garbage truck. CT gunned the Dukes and went around the Trash Master garbage truck and saw the Rumpo starting to accelerate faster in an attempt to get away. He drove closer to them only to have a spray of bullets hit his front fender. He quickly moved over to the other side and began to speed up to catch the Rumpo. The stuff in the van might damaged if he simply shot out the tires. He thought about the way the pipe had been wrapped and decided that more than likely the other pieces of art had been done the same way. He moved ahead of the Rumpo and fired behind him into the windshield. He watched as the van suddenly cut left and ran into the side of a wall.
He put the Dukes into reverse and backed up toward the Rumpo to see Hollands crawling out with a pistol. The old man began firing at him and CT decided that once again he would see how well a human body held up to thirty-five hundred pounds of Detroit steel. He gunned the Dukes and aimed toward Hollands. The old man tried to jump, but was far too late as he simply bounced off of the back of the car and slammed into Rumpo. CT stepped out and began to walk back toward the old man who was clutching his ribs and groaning.
"You stupid son of a bitch… You don't realize who you're stealing from do you? You're stealing from Antonio Masseria you dumb fuck. He's going to hunt you down and cut off your fucking balls," Hollands spat at him.
"Yeah, he won't if there isn't any witnesses," CT said as he fired a single bullet from the Browning and painted the grass with Hollands' brains.
CT reached into his pocket and pulled out the cheap prepaid Zits 1I from his pocket. He dialed the number for the bar and waited for a moment until Kyle picked up.
"Is Dr. Coats still there?" he asked.
"Yeah, hold on for a second," Kyle said as the sound of the phone being passed could be heard and a second later Coats picked up.
"My boy, did you convince them?" Dr. Coats asked.
"It was some rough negotiations, but they finally saw it your way. Do you want the entire collection of art, or just the pipe?" CT asked.
"Oh, the entire collection if they are willing to part with it! That would be wonderful! The museum would be extremely pleased! Thank you dear boy thank you!" Dr. Coats said. "Oh, before I forget bring the lot of it back here and I'll take care of taking it to the Everbrook Museum," Dr. Coats said.
CT stopped and looked at the area for a moment ensuring he would remember where he left his Dukes parked. He quickly took in the address of a Well Stacked Pizza nearby and opened the driver's door of the Rumpo letting the now dead body guard fall out onto the ground. CT noticed that one his shots had went through the body guard's throat causing the man to choke to death on his own blood. He started to get in, but before he did so he kicked the now dead body guard in the crotch.
"You should have told me what was in the fucking van," CT said before he climbed into the Rumpo and put it into reverse.
CT looked at the Dingleberry navigation device in the Rumpo. He quickly put in the address for Justin's Bar and waited as the small navigation computer plotted the direction.
"In twenty yards turn right and then immediately left," it said in a robotic female voice.
He followed the directions of the Dingleberry until he pulled into the front of the bar. He pulled over the curb and climbed out of the Rumpo as Dr. Coats walked out of the bar and looked at the condition of the Rumpo.
"I say, it must have been very tough negotiations indeed!" Dr. Coats said as he neared the older van.
"Like I said it was pretty intense negotiations," CT said as Dr. Coats pulled out an envelope and handed it to him.
"Fifteen hundred like I said my good man. I may have more work for a man of your obvious talents later on," Dr. Coats said as he climbed into the Rumpo and took off.
CT watched him leave and then pulled out his phone and dialed the number for the G.S. Cab company. A few moments later he heard a nasually female voice answer the phone.
"Golden Showers Cab Company can I interest you in our you drink and we drive special?" the voice asked.
"No, I need a pick up on 2591 East Forest in North Knaksa," CT said.
He waited for a few seconds and watched as a old '57 Checkered Cabbie pulled up near him. He climbed inside of the cab and told the driver the address of the Well Stacked Pizza. After a few minutes the cab pulled up near the restaurant and stopped.
"This is as near as I can get ya' buddy," the cab driver said. "That'll be twenty two fifty."
CT paid him and walked toward his Dukes.
(AN: Metal Harbinger Thanks for your review , Alright once again I don't own anything from Grand Theft Auto. The only thing that I own is Justin Walker, CT Walker, Alejandra, and the other original characters I've introduced. Neo Anderson is obviously a reference to the Matrix, Lois and Clark is a reference to DC comics and one of my favorite comic book couples. The Dingleberry Navagation device is of course a spoof on the GPS located in the newest Blackberry mobile phones, and the Zit 1I (using the usual sexual innuendos that GTA is famous for) is a play on the Straight Talk LG 100C phone for twenty dollars available at Wal-Mart, and yes Smiley Mart is a shot at Wal-Mart. Thanks for reading and please remember to review!)