A/N: Welcome ladies and gents to where our story begins. Why Michael and his friends are back together. This big heist that gets them into some huge shit. This is Jase Raven 13, co-author with TheNew959 and I do hope you like this chapter. Check out our other stories too if you like what we write here. Reviews are always welcomed!
Ch. 1: Out of Retirement…Again!
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Vice City, Triumph Tower
Vice City, the city of sunny days, nice beaches, strip clubs, and drug dealings oh my. Not too much has changed in Vice City since the days of Tommy Vercetti's rule and the mayhem he caused. The Cubans and Dominicans still at war from time to time cause some issues, but then you had to deal with the Columbian Cartel that took root in the late nineties, and several gangs like the gothic gang Razor Hearts. As bad as that group was and all others in Vice City they paled in comparison to one man.
Victor Constantine, the true master of crime and king of the criminal underworld. He looks like Gary Oldman from the movie The Professional and wears an all black suit with a red tie. Victor was a man who was into anything that would make him a profit. After being in the crime game for so long, his empire was vast. And yet there were some things that he didn't have access to. For example he had friends who were interested in military secrets and tech. The ones they wanted were out of his reach which does not happen often. That was going to change soon. Today Victor was going to unleash part one of his big plan. While he was pacing around in his large office at the top of his tower is when Ken Carmetik entered. He looks like Colin Farrell and wears a complete white suit and loves to wear shades.
"You are here finally." Said Victor with his back turned to Ken as he lit his cigar.
"Sorry for the delay sir. There was a little issue with VCPD payroll that I took care of on the way over." Said Ken scratching his head.
"What kind of issue?"
"Well it seems one of our friends on the inside got a little greedy. He has been dealt with as well as replaced."
"Very good. You've done well my friend. My empire is a well oiled machine. When one gear gets old or faulty then it must be replaced immediately. But enough about that as we have more important matters to discuss."
"And that is sir?"
"Fort Corso. They have some items that I am in need of. Sadly it is the most protected by the big, bad Americans. Hehe the fools can't keep me away from what I want. And when I want something I take it." Said Victor with a smirk on his face.
"Ah good sir, very good. So we are going forward with the plan?" asked Ken sitting in a chair that was in front of Victor's desk.
"Indeed we are and we will need him. Here is the invite to our party and have Dominic personally bring it to our guest." Said Victor as he gave him the envelope.
"Dddominc? Why him?" said Ken who seemed slightly disturbed.
"Yes Ken, I want you to send Dominic to deliver my invitation. Now go my friend. After you are done we have other matters to discuss."
"Very well Mr. Constantine." Said Ken as he gathered himself and left the office. From there Victor turned around, put out his cigar, and then took one final look at his nearby computer.
"Oh Mr. De Santa you haven't a bloody clue as to what I have in store for you hahaha." Laughed Victor as he sat down in his huge, leather chair.
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Backlot City, Los Santos
Things were going well at Richards Majestic Productions. Since the hit Meltdown, Solomon Richards decided not to retire and make more movies like his newest one called The Murderous Three which is about the exploits of three criminals who terrorized Los Santos last year and did the unbelievable heist on the Union Depository. Everything was going real well with the movie for Richards especially with the help of Michael De Santa. Today Michael was showing his family around the set to see his work, but sadly things don't go the way the De Santa's want it to go.
"You stupid fat turd!" yelled the young, outspoken Tracey De Santa. As usual she was wearing just yellow tank top, short shorts, shades, and flip flops.
"Shut up ya dumb skanky bitch." Shouted the overweight, immature Jimmy De Santa who was wearing his traditional De Santa jersey.
"BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR 5 MINUTES!" yelled the patriarch and one of the best thieves in the world Michael De Santa. Today he was wearing a grey suit with his shades and was now regretting bringing his children to his job. He brought them mainly to try and inspire his kids to do something with their lives. Tracey was finally on Fame Or Shame, but even after the new rehearsal she still was a failure. And Jimmy was no better. He was still playing videogames and smoked pot, but not as much. Jimmy did get a job at Burger Shot, but was fired for stealing from the register, smoking pot behind the dumpster, and then was caught eating what looked like 7 Bleeder Burgers. As for Amanda De Santa she was on vacation in Vice City at a resort. Michael was doing fine for himself since the big one. He has since put his time as being Solomon Richard's assistant producer. However he sometimes felt the itch to do another heist with his two best friends: Franklin Clinton and Trevor Phillips. In two days it would be one year since he last seen them after sending Devin Westin to sleep with the fishes.
"Excuse the hell outta me." Snapped Tracey.
"Yeah pop thanks for yelling in my ear!" whined Jimmy.
"For Christ's sake can we go ONE day without you two fighting about something?! You kids need to do something with your lives." Said the exasperated Michael.
"Oh yeah maybe I should be like you and rob a bank or be like Uncle Trevor and sell meth from a rundown gas station." Said Jimmy as he and his sister got into the car.
"Or start stealing cars like your "son" Franklin." Griped Tracey now having a pouty face.
"Why the fuck did I bother." Sighed Michael as he started his car and drove to their house. What he didn't know was that he was being followed by a black mustang.
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Rockford Hills, Los Santos
Qwerty by Mushroomhead plays
And there they were, right in front of him. He was watching them for a while today waiting for his chance to meet with them, but he hated audiences. The De Santa family never had a clue that they were being watched by Dominic Ashford, the head of the big gothic gang The Razor Hearts and also known as the left hand of Victor Constantine(Ken is Victor's right hand man). Dominic was average height, average build, pale, green eyes, wore tight black shirt with a fanged devil skull with a raven on it, black trench coat, combat boots, vampire fang necklace, snakebite piercings, nose ring, and multiple ear piercings, and black hair styled to the right.
Today was a little strange for him. When Victor was in need of him it was to kill not be a delivery boy. Nevertheless he followed his master's orders. Then he finally saw the De Santas get into their car and drove to their home. From there he followed them to find Michael De Santa sitting by the pool relaxing. Part of Dominic wanted to take out his knife and cut Michael's throat, but he didn't because of Victor. As silent and quick as he got there he placed the envelope next to the sleeping in the pool chair. After jumping the fence again Dominic was just walking back to his car that he parked nearby when a homeless man came up to him asking for money.
"Spare me some money would ya son?" asked the homeless man. But those would be his last words as Dominic turned around lightning fast and stabbed the man in the gut.
"I don't give money to the dead." Said Dominic in a cruel voice as he wiped the blood from his knife and got into his car. The homeless man died a minute later where several pedestrians found the body. The screams were what woke Michael up.
"What the hell is going on," he groaned as he looked over his wall to see what was going on, "Holy shit!"
"What's going on down there?" shouted Jimmy from his room.
"Yeah what is going on dad? I'm trying to watch my episode on Fame Or Shame!" whined Tracey as she came outside.
"Take a look over the fence." Said Michael now massaging the side of his head. When Tracey looked over she shrieked and ran back into the house. This was beyond the norm for Rockford Hills, well not since the Meltdown movie premiere. He then went for his glass of whisky that was still next to his pool chair where he saw the envelope. On the front it just said his name so he didn't have a clue who or where it came from.
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"To Michael De Santa,
"I've been watching you for some time. I know who you really are and what you have done with Franklin Clinton and Trevor Phillips. If you want to keep your secret a secret then I suggest you and I meet face to face. You have 24 hours to meet me at Triumph Tower in Vice City. Otherwise something bad could happen to your wife. I know she is over here and you wouldn't want anything bad happen to her? Do hurry now Mr. De Santa. I do not like to be kept waiting.
V. Constantine
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"FUCK! Jimmy, Tracey we are going to Vice City now!" yelled Michael as he ran into the house, changed his clothes, grabbed both Jimmy and Tracey to the car, and then drove to the airport. Who was this V. Constantine and what did he want?
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Triumph Tower, Vice City
About 10 hours later the De Santa family had arrived to Vice City. When they got to the hotel Michael left for Triumph Tower. None of his kids were happy, but not as mad as Amanda when he told her the situation. Before he went in he checked his pistol and smoked a cigarette. Well it was time to meet this V. Constantine and see what he wanted. Triumph Tower is the largest casino in all of Vice City. It was a place for anyone with a vice and once you are in you never could truly leave. As Michael was looking around he noticed a Goth looking man standing by at the elevator staring directly at him.
"Get in." said the gothic man.
"Alright." Said Michael as they both entered the elevator. The man pressed the button that said Master Suite.
"So who are you supposed to be?" Asked Michael.
"I am death." Said Dominic seriously.
"Death? Little dramatic are you?"
"I kill. I maim, I burn, I smash, I slash, I drown, I hang, I poison, I shoot, and I massacre. Mr. Constantine personally chose me for such things. I am a killer Mr. De Santa. It is all I know besides being loyal. Therefore I am death. You are alive because HE wished to see you in person. In our line of work, Mr. Constantine is a god." Said Dominic playing with a butterfly knife.
"Okay then I will just keep my mouth shut."
"That would be a good idea." Said Dominic. Then they reached their stop. The door opened to show a lavish hall for of high price artwork. They found themselves outside 2 huge doors which opened before them. This was a huge study to Michael. Here he thought Solomon Richards, Martin Madrazzo, and Devin Westin's study were huge but this was crazy huge. There were computers on one side with some T.V.'s that were video cameras of the casino. There was some more artwork in here and a huge stuffed lion! Michael was actually impressed and noticed the large desk where a man in a white suit was playing a game of solitaire. Behind the desk looking out the window was a man with a black suit and purple tie.
"Ah so you are the great Michael Townley or is it De Santa? Doesn't matter who you are. My name is Victor Constantine and I find myself in need of your services." Said Victor as he lights a cigar.
"Well I already am retiring the criminal life a rich man, plus I got a job now as a movie producer." Michael said just as he sits in the chair next to the other man.
"Child's play money. I have a job for you and your lil crew that will set not only your life or your children's lives but even their grandchildren's lives will be rich beyond all measure. After this job you will never hear or see me again. And I promise to keep the FIB and IAA out of your hair. What say you? Want to take part in the biggest heist in history?"
"What is it?"
"A combination of things. All in one location. Military base call Fort Corso. It is just outside of Liberty City. There I want a few things from my 'Christmas' list. One is some top level microchips. Another is a link into their computer to steal both money and their secrets. Get me all of that and you and your crew will get 50 billion each."
Michael just begins to laugh Lille crazy. 50 billion each. That is truly ridiculous. Big criminals normally pay millions, but billions, now that's something. "
"A microchip with the link to their computers, the microchip has the power to steal money and secrets."
"But a military base…"
"Mr. De Santa I'm not your ordinary criminal. You see where others believe they are the biggest shark in the sea, I come around to show them all that I'm the legendary Kraken. When I'm around the whole world trembles before me. I am the best when it comes to the criminal underworld. Some call me a genius. Others a monster. King to my friends and the devil incarnate to my enemies. And if you are feeling dramatic a god! You see a good kingpin knows when to keep hidden from the law by any means necessary. Unlike any of my old friends and enemies I dabble in every type of crime known to man that can make me a profit. I built my empire from nothing but from the very blood and money of ALL my enemies. Not only do I have the money, but my buyers will pay tremendously for those goods. I chose you to be the one to get me what I want because you and your crew are the best and I only deal with the best. So do we have a deal?" Ask Constantine as he walked over to Michael.
"All right I will do it this one time. Then I don't see you ever again."
"Haha very good. You have made a wise decision today Mr. De Santa. I will be in touch soon. Though you may want to do some recruiting. This job will be your biggest yet."
"I know. I will surely need everyone for this beast of a job."
"Oh by the way, if you fail me or think of backing out in anyway then I will find you and have my dear good friend Dominic here kill your family in front of you slowly and painfully. Then I will have Ken here burn your friends and then when you are broken I will personally put a bullet in your head. Do I make myself clear?" asked Victor as he first gestured to Dominic who was still playing with his knife and Ken who now got up and stood next to Victor.
"You fail and I get to play with your family." Said Dominic with a sick smile.
"I hope our partnership will be a good one. I look forward to working with the great master thief Michael Townley." Said Ken now extending his hand to shake Michael's hand.
"You are coming for the heist?" asked Michael as he shook Ken's hand.
"Oh yes he is. He is my eyes, ears, mouth, and if I so choose my bullet. Now go Mr. De Santa. You have 3 months to prepare. Ken will let me know if the heist is a success. I look forward to some good results." Said Victor as Michael waved them goodbye. To Victor this was a huge win as his plan was going perfectly. Later that day the De Santa family, including Amanda left Vice City to head on back to San Andreas to Los Santos. Michael knew this was going to be intense. In order for him to begin he was going to need the help once again from Lester.
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El Burro Heights, Los Santos
"In other words this is almost suicide Les." Said the tired Michael as he sat next to his old friend Lester Crest.
"Hmm you sure know how to pick your crime lords that's for sure. And Constantine is the worst. Everything about him is bad. Makes Madrazzo look like a puppy and his private army is worse than Merryweather." Said Lester taking a puff from his inhaler and now looking at his computer.
"Shit and then there is his sick Goth killer Dominic."
"Ashford?"
"Yeah know him?"
"Well he is the leader of the biggest gang in Vice City, the Razor Hearts. They are part of Constantine's muscle. They are like a mafia themselves, but gothic. Ashford though is the one Constantine wanted from that gang. I guess you can compare him to T."
"What do you think of Fort Corso?" asked Michael.
"Crazy if you ask me. We are going to need some major help for this and major scouting."
"I know what you mean. Out of retirement…again!"
"So have you been in touch with the 'other' two yet?" Asked Lester
"No not yet. Have you heard anything from them?" Asked Michael now pacing.
"Well of course. F has been using the money from his take wisely. He has bought all of the Rim Jobs in San Andreas and several dealerships. As for T well let's just say his "business" is booming at this time. Would be better for him if it wasn't for The Lost coming after him."
"I thought he took care of The Lost?"
"He got rid of Johnny and 2 chapters of the biker gang. Now all of them are out for blood."
"Then I def need to get F and help T quick."
"While you do that I will be on the look out of some new blood to help us out." Said Lester as he types away on his keyboard.
"Good idea. See ya later Lester," said Michael as he left Lester's house and then pulled out his phone, "Please pick up Frank."
Ring ring ring
"Hello?"said a familiar voice on the other end.
"Frank man it's me Michael."
"Hey Mike what's up homie?"
"Long story. Can you meet me outside Blaine County? I'm going to need your help to get you know who."
"Shoot homie I'm down with ya and T. I will bring Lamar with me I that's cool with you?"
"That's fine man. More the merrier. By the sounds of things old Trevor is going to need our help." Said Michael as he hung up his phone and went to meet Franklin and Lamar. Deep down Michael knew that life just got more complicated again.
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A/N: Looks like the trio is coming back together again…soon. This one was to focus on Michael and introduce some of our new big characters. Will Michael get to Trevor in time? Keeping on checking on here to see what happens and how life has been for Franklin on Grand Theft Auto: The Score of All Scores. Next time, Chapter 2: Franklin & Lamar Hijinks. Check out other stories from TheNew959 like Yugioh GX America: The American Duel Academy, X-Men Mutant Academy as well. Check out mine like The Godzilla Legacy Series, Hellsing: The Blood That Binds, and Yugioh: Cards of Destiny. This is Jase Raven 13 signing off. Later peeps.
A/N: He will be my guest writer from time to time. Next time we go to Franklin, and I am back in the director's seat. See you next time!
