A/N: hey guys, what's up. the author is getting to work on this stuff, but it is giving me something to do when I am having writer's block. any way, we hope you enjoy this chapter, and Blackgold is happy that this chapter is longer than last time. And Remember, we don't own the games. R&R.
We return to our favorite gang in route to Liberty City, and nothing was happening for once. Oleg and Pierce were once more playing chess, their game still unfinished after all this time. Kinzie was on her computer, more than likely looking at inappropriate items. Viola and Zimos opting to sit away from the group and probable do inappropriate things in the back. This left Shaundi to speak with the Boss.
"So Boss, what will we do when we arrive?" Shaundi asked, looking for the plan of action.
"We go to the hotel, gather information on the city, then fuck up everybody that stands in our way," the Boss replied, his demeanor calm.
"To make things simple; the usual," Shaundi said.
"Exactly."
"Boss, didn't you forget the crib part of the plan?" Pierce said, his eyes never leaving the chess game. "Because you know we are a gang, and every gang has a warehouse."
"And when you talk about 'us' gathering info, you mean me right?" Kinzie asked, looking over at the Boss from over her screen. "Because I can just hack into the police data and get us what we need."
"That's right, I forgot about Miss Deus Ex Machina is here," the Boss said, sarcasm leaking from each word.
"Thanks for the compliment," Kinzie replied, going back to her computer.
"Yo Boss, what about the crib?" Pierce said, taking his eyes away from the game for a second and losing a pawn in the process.
"We'll figure that shit out later, and when we arrive I want you to search for a good one when everything is set up," the Boss, handing that job over to Pierce.
After an hour-and-a-half of flying and no one winning a game of chess (not even Oleg knew how that happened), the plane touched down at the airport in Liberty City. They started to disembark, and were rushed by crazed fans looking for an autograph. Unfortunately for them, the Saints didn't have the time to waste on them.
"We're kinda in a hurry, so please step aside!" the Boss had to yell over the crowd to get heard.
Everyone stepped out of the way, none wanting to be in the path of an angry Saint. But pictures were still taken from a safe distance, fans will be fans. As they walked down the tarmac and towards the pickup line, the Boss took his phone and search for a good taxi company. He saw the name Bellic Industry in the search and phoned them up.
"Bellic Industry on the phone; How may we help you?" the man on the phone asked.
"Hello sir, some friends of mine and I need two taxi. And can you please send us a cab that looks like a truck?" the Boss asked, not a hint of anger anywhere in his voice.
"Of course sir!" the man on the phone said. "And where am I sending these taxis?"
"At the airport," the Boss answered.
"Like it was done!" the man said before hanging up.
"I didn't know you could be polite playa," Pierce said.
"Yeah, I know!" the Boss agreed. "Sometimes I can surprise myself, but I think being a celebrity forced me to restrain some part of my violent behavior."
Bellic Industry Garage
"Hey Niko, I need you for a second wheelman!" the man from before yelled from the desk.
"Roman, why do you need a second driver exactly?" Niko asked, walking into the office area.
"There's a group of people at the airport and the guy who called sounded like he got a big guy or some shit. The problem is, I don't have a truck in the garage and I –" Roman started to answer but was cut off.
"Expect me to rob one by chance," Niko finished for him.
"Actually, I was going to ask if you could borrow one from somebody you know," Roman corrected, thinking he was being smooth.
"Roman, you're a moron," Niko deadpanned.
"Oh come on! Cousins help each other, right?" Roman asked.
"Huh, the number of times I've heard that," Niko replied.
"Hey! I had the Russian Mafia on my ass and had a debt problem, but sorry, who gave you a place to live before you got your own apartment?" Roman argued, knowing it was kind of mean.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Niko replied, walking towards the garage.
"I was joking Niko. You're always welcome to my home, cousin. Anyway, take this," Roman said, handing over a screwdriver.
"A screwdriver? What the hell are you doing with that?" Niko asked, confusion washing over his face.
"After my call with the client, I took it from the garage to get you-know-what," Roman answered.
"No need to say more, I got it," Niko said.
"I knew I could count on you cousin," Roman said, a smile on his face.
"Like always," Niko said under his breath, walking out to find a truck.
Niko went out on Algonquin Street, looking around to insure it was empty of people. He walked down the street, but not a damn truck in sight. Niko was thinking that his luck had run dry, when out of the corner of his eye he saw his prize. The former Serbian soldier had found a truck that was alone and ripe for the taking. He put the screwdriver in the little space aside from the glass and put it out.
I hope these clients aren't assholes. Niko thought as he pulled out his phone and called Roman to him he got the vehicle he asked for.
"Hey Roman, I found a truck; now remind me the destination," Niko said, cursing his selective memory.
Cousin, you're awesome! The clients are at the airport, and I'm sending Mohammed too," Roman said.
"Okay then, catch you later," Niko said, hanging up the phone and heading towards the airport.
Back at the airport
"For fuck's sake, it's been half-an-hour already! Where the fuck are those cabs?" Shaundi asked, her patience wearing thin.
"Speaking of which, here comes our ride," the Boss said, spotting two vehicles closing in on them.
From his car, Niko looked at the group and the purple on them seemed familiar, but the thing that was most astonishing was the giant, bald guy. Now he understood the need for the truck. Niko moved close to the group and beeped, signaling he was the cab service. The Boss, Pierce, and Zimos got in the cab section, while Oleg took the bed; the girls all road in the other vehicle.
"So, where do I take you?" Niko asked the passengers.
"The Majestic Hotel, please," the Boss said.
Great, just fucking great! I promised I would never go to that place again. Niko thought, remember events from there.
"It's kind of surprising to drive around with celebrities like you," Niko said to his passengers.
"So you heard about us?" the Boss asked.
"Everybody in America knows about you, and it's not that hard to recognize the face of the Saints, Pierce Washington," Niko replied.
"Good to know!" Peirce said, happy for the attention.
"I have a question: How is Liberty City?" the Boss asked, trying to act like he's never heard about it.
"If you don't count the crime rate, it's a livable city. And one more thing try to not frequent the bad person, that could cost you a lot," Niko said.
"Wow, man, that's odd!" Pierce said, at a loss for words.
"You don't say? Just out of curiosity; what are the Saints doing in Liberty City?" Niko asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"We're here on vacation," the Boss lied. "Take a breath for a while and stuff like that."
"On vacation in Liberty City?!" Niko started to laugh. "This is the first time I heard somebody say that!"
"It can't be worse than Steelport of Stilwater," the Boss said.
"Trust me, you'll see for yourself," Niko told them. The rest of the ride went by quickly and that had arrived at the hotel.
"Have a nice vacation and try not killing cops or stuff like that," Niko said as the Saints got out of the vehicle.
"Yeah, of course, I'll try. Bye!" the boss said, paying Niko and heading up to the Penthouse rooms in the hotel. The rooms were nice, but not as nice as Steelport's.
"So what do we do now?" Pierce asked, everybody now present in the penthouse.
"We wait for Kinzie to get us the information we need to take over the city," the Boss replied.
"You know we could send Shaundi and me to drive around the city and gather all the shit we need, right?" Pierce suggested.
"That would take too much time, and I instead want you to look for a new crib. We are not staying in this hotel while in this city," the Boss said.
"You got a point there. And trust me for the crib, you'll get a good one, but why didn't you bring some of the boys with us?" Pierce asked, noticing the lack of other gang members.
"Because we need to be discrete for the time being," the Boss replied.
"Boss, come check this out," Kinzie said, her computer already up and checking things. "This city has more gangs then Stilwater and Steelport reunited. There are mafias, triads, bikers; the list goes on. Viola was right; Liberty City has only classical gangs. I guess it won't be harder than the takeover of Steelport, but it'll definitely take more time to get control of the city. One more thing; which gang do you want to wipeout first?"
The Boss came over to the computer and looked at the map, seeing a different gang on every street corner. This was definitely going to be a while.
"I would advise against going after the Mafia first, that would be too risky," Viola suggested.
"Well, what about that biker gang? The Angel of Death or something like that?" Shaundi suggested, getting a good look over the Boss's shoulder.
"That would be a bad idea. They're affiliated with the Triad," Kinzie warned, shaking her head.
"Let's go for the Spanish Lords, they don't seem to have relationships with other gangs," Zimos suggested. "Plus, they run a part of the prostitution in town."
"Then it's settled, let's remove their ass out of our city," the Boss said, enthusiasm radiating from him.
"Sorry to break it to you, but their main operations is in Bohan, and from what I see here, it's kind of a shithole," Kinzie said, popping his enthusiasm like a purple balloon.
"Kinzie, why do you have to be a dream breaker?" the Boss asked.
"We should probably get some rest from the trip before beginning our operations," Oleg suggested, a yawn escaping his mouth.
"As much as I hate to wait, we'll have the time to think about a plan tomorrow," the Boss said dejectingly. "I wanna be ready and at a hundred percent. Liberty City, the Saints have arrived to take control of you liberty."
"Did you just make a badass line?" Pierce asked, and eyebrow raised.
"Shut up!"