CJ woke up very early in the morning. He had rented an apartment around the corner of the garage. He slowly hopped out of his bed and stared out at the window. The city of San Fierro looked very nice from the top floor. He could get a great glimpse of the buildings in the early morning sky. The shadows of the building were blue with a touch of violet. The sun hasn't risen yet, but CJ could still get a beautiful view of the vivid sky with white, puffy clouds overhead.
CJ looked back at the radio clock on his nightstand. It was 6:03 AM. The room he was in was rather austere. It was nothing more than a bare, brown room with nothing around it except for a bed, nightstand, a radio clock, hooks on the wall, a calendar, and blinds behind the window. CJ didn't care though. As long as he had a nice place to stay, he wasn't discouraged in the slightest.
He was, however, still reminded of his childhood friend, Big Smoke. Looking at the buildings from the top floor reminded him of his mission with Smoke to take on the Russian Mafia at the Commerce back in Los Santos just roughly a week ago. He pictured the partnership he had with Smoke during the chase. The part where he and Smoke took on the Russian Mafia. He also pictured himself shooting at the Mafia chasing him and Smoke while the latter drove a motorbike through the drainage area. It was all coming back to him.
He looked at the calendar. The date was September 3. He got dressed in a plain black T-shirt over baggy beige cargo pants. He heard his cell phone on the nightstand ring. CJ picked it up and answered it.
"Carl, how's San Fierro?" he heard someone say in a very bad Chicano accent. He didn't need to recognize the voice. He could already tell who it is through the poorly imitated accent. It was Tenpenny.
"It's fucked up," CJ responded bluntly. "I can honestly say I wish you was here."
"Great!" Tenpenny replied in his normal accent. "Now, you got the present for that friend of mine, right, you know the one trying to get me and old Officer Pulaski into trouble?"
"Yeah," CJ answered.
"Why don't you put that up in his car and give We Tip a call?" Tenpenny suggested.
This immediately shocked CJ. Was Tenpenny actually suggesting that CJ calls the police?!
"Hey, motherfucker!" CJ blurted out. "The code of the streets is that I don't snitch. I don't give a fuck if it kills you, me, my brother. Street cats don't call no cops."
"Carl, he's a D.A.," Tenpenny answered in a flat tone.
CJ took a sigh of relief. A D.A. was definitely someone he would frame.
"Oh yeah?" he said, suddenly calmed down. "Well where I go' find him?"
"He's at the Vank Hoff Hotel in the Financial," Tenpenny announced.
"Oh for sure," CJ answered, grinning.
He hung up the phone and stored it in his pocket. He felt his stomach groaning as he headed out the door. But he had to complete the job first, then he could eat. So CJ hopped inside his red Emperor parked outside and drove through the street. He drove straight down Calton Heights and made a right turn Downtown. When he finally made it to the hotel in Financial, he parked in front and watched as a few valets were at the hotel.
One of the valets hopped inside his red car and drove on the road. CJ surreptitiously followed the vehicle down the parking garage and waited until the valet parked his car. As he hopped out of his vehicle, CJ himself hopped out of his, welding a baseball bat, and ran up to the valet. He smacked him hard on the head with the bat and undressed the unconscious man.
CJ put on the valet's clothes and hopped inside the vehicle. He stole the vehicle and drove out of the parking garage. As he arrived at the hotel, he hopped out of the vehicle and met the other valets there.
"You must be the new boy," one of them told CJ. "Get in line!"
CJ stood in line and waited for the right vehicle. He then spotted the D.A. driving a blue Merit. The vehicle pulled up in front
"Hey that's the D.A.," one of the valets told CJ. "He's a good tipper."
The D.A. hopped out of his car and offered CJ the vehicle. CJ hopped inside and drove through the town. His idea was to plant the drugs inside the trunk of the Merit and frame the D.A. for drug trafficking. So he drove back to the Doherty garage and stuffed the drugs inside the trunk.
Later, he drove through the town and back to Financial. He drove inside the parking garage and parked the garage inside. He then hopped out of the vehicle and ran outside. As he stepped out far enough, he stopped by a light post, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed the number.
"Hello?" CJ called, putting the phone to his ear. "This WE TIP? I seen something highly suspicious you should come check out..."
The San Fierro Police Department soon arrived minutes later and pulled up in front of the D.A., who had driven out of the parking garage.
"Police!" one of the policemen shouted as the two hopped out of the car and cornered the D.A.'s car at gunpoint. "Don't move! Get outta the car with your hand in the air!"
"Do you know who you're fucking with here?" the D.A. demanded sternly as he complied to the officers' demands. "I'll have your badge, you moron!"
"Shut up!" the officer demanded, pinning the D.A. to the hood of the car. He turned to his partner, who was searching inside the trunk of the D.A.'s car. "You found anything back there?" he asked his partner.
"Found anything?" the officer's partner declared. "He's got half of Mexico in here! Must be two tons of Mary here!"
He pulled out the bag of drugs and flaunted them in the D.A.'s face.
"What?" the D.A. asked in confusion. "But... but I've never seen... how could it be..?"
"Hell of a defense you got there, buddy!" the police officer announced as he pulled the D.A.'s hands behind his back and put the handcuffs around his wrists. He slammed the D.A. in the backseat of the police car and the two officers hopped inside as well. They drove off as CJ watched in satisfaction while leaning against the light post. He then heard his stomach growling again.
Shit, he thought. Looks like it's time to eat.
So he ran to his vehicle and hopped inside. He drove around the city and stared at the clock on the radio. It was 6:20 AM. There had to be a restaurant around San Fierro that was opened at this hour. So CJ drove around the city and finally found a Burger Shot around the corner in Financial.
He parked the car at the front and walked inside.
"Welcome to Burger Shot, sir," the woman behind the counter said to CJ as he approached her. "How may I take your order?"
CJ looked at the menu, which showed breakfast food. He decided that he needed the protein to start his early morning off with.
"Yeah, I'll take a Breakfast Shot Sandwich along with a medium orange juice to go," CJ answered.
"So you said one Breakfast Shot Sandwich and a medium orange juice to go?" the woman asked, punching in the numbers of the cash register.
"Yeah," CJ replied.
"Alright," the woman replied. "So your total's going to be $4.67."
CJ pulled out his wallet and pulled out a five dollar bill. He handed it to the woman, and she gave him his change and a receipt.
"Okay, so your number is 57," she told him.
CJ walked over to a nearby table and slumped on the chair. He stared outside from the glass window. It was still daytime outside, and the sun still wasn't up yet. CJ pictured Sweet sitting in a jail cell thinking how he was going to get out of prison unscathed. He also pictured Big Smoke sitting back at his house munching on a big meal while counting his cash. It was all coming back in the back of his mind once again. C.R.A.S.H. was blackmailing him even outside of his hometown. It was as if he was put on clandestine probation.
CJ had just shaken everything out of his mind after ten minutes of thinking when his order was called. He walked up to the counter to pick up his food and drink. He checked inside the bag.
"Hey, can I get some napkins," CJ asked the woman.
"Sure, sir," the woman said with a smile and stuffed the napkins in the bag. "Have a lovely morning."
CJ grabbed the bag and cup of orange juice off the counter and headed out the door
When he returned to his car, he hopped inside, set his drink on the cup-holder up front, and began munching on his sandwich. He munched on it for fifteen minutes and started to have more flashbacks. Eating the breakfast sandwich reminded him of Big Smoke's incredibly large order at Cluckin' Bell just roughly two weeks ago. It just seemed no matter what he did, CJ kept getting the memories of Big Smoke coming back to him. He felt so sick about his closest friend betraying him that he almost puked his food. CJ struggled to efface the memories out of his head and ate the last bite of the breakfast sandwich. Then he took a few sips of his orange juice through the straw.
He had just drank a quarter of the juice when he heard his cellphone ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered it.
"Yeah, what?" CJ answered.
"Sorry, Carl," he heard Zero say over the phone, sounding somewhat nervous. "Are you busy?"
CJ took a sigh of relief. He had finally had someone to talk to to help him clear his mind.
"Zero?" CJ asked in excitement. "No, man. Good to hear from you. Wassup?"
"Disaster!" Zero replied. "My landlord is selling the shop! I'll have nowhere to live and no safe haven from Berkley..."
Ah yeah, CJ thought. The first place where I can invest a little cash in. I'm looking forward to this!
"Ahhh, I'm looking to invest in some property at the moment," CJ stated, grinning. "Maybe I'll swing by."
CJ hung up his phone and grinned.
Truth must've given that bastard my number, CJ thought. That helpful bastard.
CJ was just satisfied that he was getting the help he needed, and now he was about to buy his first property to develop his business. Without another word, CJ set aside his drink, started the car, pulled out from the parking lot, and drove off through the city. While he might have lost his closest friend, he still had his other childhood friend and a few other allies who were helping him out, and he felt especially grateful and satisfied of that.