Hello everybody, welcome back to the story. Previously, we had Niko, Johnny, and Luis steal some vehicles. However, they're going to have to work to get the rest. Meanwhile, Devin kept one of his promises and has now introduced Niko to Solomon Richards. Read on to find out what happens.
Even though Niko had his doubts, as he didn't think Devin would come through with his promise, as he felt like that type of person. However, much to his surprise, Devin did and made the connection. So currently, Niko was making his way up to the office and knocked. Although he assumed Solomon Richards wouldn't be there, the door soon opened to reveal the old movie director.
"Hello."
"Come in, come in." Solomon replied, allowing Niko to enter his office.
"Thanks."
"You must be Niko." Solomon told him, "Devin Weston told me you were a fan."
"Not really a fan, but I love your movies. "Creek Street" is my favorite."
"That's really nice to hear. But let me ask you a question." Solomon replied, sitting at his desk, "Devin Weston, does he want you to bump me off?"
"No, he didn't tell me that. All he said was that you were retiring and needed help on this last movie you were doing."
"Only assholes retire Niko! Him and my son, they want to put me out to pasture and turn this place into condos or a theme park or something."
"This place? So many opportunities can be had here!" Niko remarked.
"Well maybe they want to follow their own opportunities. Some days, I feel I should just let them do it. You know they always say, never work with children or animals. Well I want to add to that list! Never work with directors or actors! This picture's gonna kill me."
"Well, tell me your problem, maybe I can help out." Niko replied, dragging his chair closer to the desk, "Tell me about the movie."
"It's perfect. Set in Liberty City, "Meltdown!" Solomon informed, causing Niko to chuckle, thinking about his experiences, both good and bad.
"I spent most of my time in America there."
"Great! If we need a consultant, we'll call you. Anyways, it's being shot on green screen right back there. We take a look at a financial crisis, and then we boil down into a really simplistic battle between two yuppies, with a lot of training montages."
"It looks like you got the plan all together, what's the actual problem?"
"Milton Mcilroy. I cast him in the second lead because he's cheap. Zero talent incidentally. Well, he's got this new agent, Rocco Pelosi. Apparently he was some Ancelotti back in Liberty who favored the night clubs. But now, he's been hassling us about renegotiating the deal, so now he's holding up shooting until he get paid!"
"That's the problem?" Niko asked.
"I wish. Now, the director doesn't even want to shoot the scenes! Anton Beaudelaire, ever heard of him?"
Niko shook his head.
"That doesn't surprise me. Now he's having a mental breakdown, pissing all over himself who knows where!"
Sighing, Niko got out of his chair and approached Solomon.
"Alright, I'll help you out!" Niko told him, shaking his hand and walking to the door, "But I can't promise a happy ending!" He said just as he left.
"I love you already!" Solomon laughed.
Walking outside, Niko got into his car and started driving over to the area where Milton and Anton were at. Just as he was nearing the area, Solomon called him.
"Oh Solomon, I was just doing that thing." Niko answered.
"Good, good. Now in my haste, I forgot some details."
"I understand, you want Rocco dead."
"Dead? No, god no! Is that a option? No, bad idea, bad idea. Don't kill him, just teach him some manners. He's also in my director's ear if you'll believe it. So teach this punk a lesson, and bring the talent back to the set, ideally, in a more collaborative mood."
"Don't worry; I have ways to convince people. They're all going to be at the club?"
"I'm told isn't a club so much as a rat pit. Anton and Milton are meant to be there and Pelosi's on his way to pick them up. He's taking them to his lawyer to sign the contracts, so if he hears someone from the studio coming, he'll get them out fast!"
"Understood, I'll go in quiet. See you later." Niko replied, hanging up.
Stopping outside the club, Niko noticed a Frogger landing on the roof with a two men, getting out and letting the talent sit inside. Knowing he had to get up there, Niko left his car and climbed over the fence. Sneaking past two employees, he climbed up a ladder and took out a worker fixing a broken radiator. Seeing ladders to his left and right, Niko took the left one first. Before he could do anything, a door suddenly opened, with a worker walking outside. Niko, acting quickly, immediately ducked down by a radiator.
"Damn, it's hot out here." The worker muttered.
Knowing he couldn't blow his cover by shooting him with a unsuppressed pistol, Niko picked up some rocks that were at his feet and threw it at the doorway. With the worker walking back inside. Niko was able to slide down the ladder and go to the other one. After letting two more employees walk by, Niko climbed up the last ladder which got him to the helicopter.
"There you are! Mr. Richards was looking for you!" Niko said as he got up.
"Club's closed Polack." The man standing outside told him.
Suddenly the door opened, revealing Rocco and another man.
"Who's this jackass?" Rocco asked, "Hey you!"
"Turns out these guys love their contract, so they'll be going back to the set with me."
"Can you believe this fucking clown?"
The other man started to reach for a gun.
"No! This guy's all mine." Rocco told him, getting into a fighting stance.
Getting ready to beat Niko up, Rocco started to throw a few punches. However, just like the case with Simeon, Rocco had no chance against the Serbian, who finished him off with a few placed punches to the face and a roundhouse kick to the stomach.
"Alright asshole, we are going to have a new deal." Niko told the downed Rocco, punching him in the face, "You leave these guys alone and I don't kill you right now."
Cowardly, Rocco got up and went to the door.
"Yeah, sure man, sure." Rocco told him, leaving.
"Alright." Niko remarked, hopping into the Frogger, "Let's get back to the lot."
"Look, you can bully him but you can't bully talent, buddy. We are not shooting until I get a new deal."
"Can't bully talent?" Niko laughed, "Just watch me. When I'm done, you're going to listen to whatever I say."
What happened afterward was a combination of fast flying, near hits with buildings, and a few times where Niko flew really high in the air, shut off the engine, let the helicopter fall for a few thousand feet before turning it on again. Eventually, Milton and Anton couldn't take it anymore
"Enough! Enough! Alright, I'll do the shitty movie, for the shitty money!" Milton relented.
"I'll do anything, I'll blow you. Just stop!" Anton asked desperately.
"Alright, let's get you back to the studio." Niko replied, flying to the studio, "Hey Milton."
"What?"
"I think you owe a apology to Mr. Richards."
"What I'm being paid? No, he should apologize to me."
"Brutal honesty bud, you're not that good. It feels phoned in. You're lucky you're even working at all." Anton told him.
"You're kidding me, right? I'm am an artist, dude, I'm…" Milton scoffed.
"You're apologizing." Niko told him blandly, "When you see Solomon, you'll say "sorry for the misunderstanding sir", and you'll always appreciate the opportunities he's given you. Understand?!"
"Alright, alright, I got it."
Landing the Frogger, the three approached Solomon, who looked happy to see them all.
"What a wonderful surprise!" Solomon said, "Anton, my boy! You're an artist, I know that, and this story is the best kind of art! A simplistic cliché-ridden pile of dross that you will turn into magic. Get a grip, I love ya!" He told him, shooing him away.
"So, Solomon." Niko started to say, grabbing his Milton's arm, "Milton has something to say to you."
"I just wanted to say that..that I'm sorry for any misunderstanding sir and I…I."
"Appreciate." Niko whispered.
"I appreciate all the opportunities that you've given me."
"Of course, of course." Solomon replied, shooing Milton away, "Niko, what can I say? You're a natural. I can't believe that you managed to convince them."
"It's one of many of my many skills."
"Good, would it be okay if I gave you a shout?"
"What do you mean?" Niko asked, confused.
"This picture, for one reason or another, it's cursed. What I need is a associate producer."
Perking his head up, Niko couldn't believe what he heard.
"I'd love that." Niko said without thinking.
"We'll talk soon, I've got to run." Solomon told him, going back into his office.
Turning around, Niko walked off with the biggest smile on his face that he had for a long time.
Later
Chilling at home, Niko was thinking about what happened a few hours back there. However, remembering the conversation he had with Solomon, he noticed that he said something about Rocco that seemed really familiar.
"He's got this new agent, Rocco Pelosi. Apparently he was some Ancelotti back in Liberty who favored the night clubs."
Thinking harder, Niko realized that Luis always talked about how he worked as a part time bouncer at one of the three clubs in Liberty City. Dialing Luis's number, Niko waited until he picked up.
"What's going on bro, me and Johnny picked up the next ride."
"Good to hear. Anyways, does the name Rocco Pelosi mean anything to you?"
There was silence on the line for a few seconds before Luis spoke up again.
"Rocco? That motherfucker? What does he got to do to with you?"
"You know him?"
"Yeah bro, he was the motherfucker who always gave Tone and me shit." Luis replied, "Why though."
"Well, I ran into him today and beat the shit out of him."
"Good job." Luis told him, "If you find that asshole again, let me know, okay bro?"
"I will Luis, take care."
Alright, call me whatever you want for reusing plot elements, but to be honest, this makes the most sense, since Niko's been through so much shit but finally things are looking up for him. Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. I'll see next time in the parody of "Eye in the Sky" I think, I'm not really sure now. Anyways, thanks 4 reading, Lt-RexCole out.