As CJ went back into his apartment, he thought for a moment. He couldn't get Big Smoke out of his mind. It was stuck to him like glue. He really wanted to talk to his former friend to ask why he would turn his back on the family just to make money, but he knew better than to go against C.R.A.S.H.'s blackmail and have his brother risking a "friendly discussion" with any of his inmates.
Just then, CJ's cellphone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket to answer it.
"Yeah," he answered.
"Yo, CJ, what's up, homie?!" It was Ryder.
"Ay, Ryder," CJ replied. "What's up with you?"
"Smoke's yay," Ryder answered. "That's what's up, homie. The cash was leaving for Los Santos and I capped Smoke's lieutenants straight up!"
"Cool, homie!" CJ said. "Looks like I don't need to waste time traveling the country again and again."
"Jeah," Ryder replied. "What you up to?"
"Nothin' much," CJ replied. "I was just doing a little business with Zero over at his shop."
"Ah, making some green on your own, huh?" Ryder said. "Well, you do you and I'ma just do my own business. Later homie."
CJ then hung up and put his phone aside. After a few hours had passed by, CJ decided to go to the gym and learn some more techniques from the master.
"So, back again, young one?" the instructor asked CJ, who had just arrived at the gym.
"Yeah," CJ told him. "Why don't you show me them mumbo jumbo kung fu shit?!"
"Very well," the instructor answered.
So CJ continued to learn what the instructor was teaching him. He practiced on the kicks, the running attacks, defense, and even some flips
After a full hour on sparring, CJ was exhausted and decided to leave the gym.
"Come again, young warrior," the instructor called out. "You did very well today."
"Damn," CJ uttered wheezing. "How the hell does Ryder learn so quickly through watching those kung fu movies yet I can't learn just as quickly through a real instructor?"
He slowly walked outside on his way to Zero's shop, still trying to catch his breath. His heart beat rapidly and felt as if someone was continuously pounded a hammer to his rib cage. His face and clothes were drenched with sweat. His mouth felt dry enough to be unable to talk in coherent words.
By the time he finally got to Zero's shop, CJ stopped to catch his breath and finally let out a soothing sigh. He had finally stopped wheezing and felt much better. He took a glimpse at himself through the shop window and saw a sweaty, brown face staring back at him. He could tell he really trained his hardest in the gym.
"I guess walking really does help out anyone who's been to the gym," he muttered under his breath.
He walked inside the shop on a search for Zero.
"Hey, Zee, where you at?!" CJ called.
"Go away, Carl!" Zero called from the backroom. "I'm very, very, busy back here. Top secret stuff. Not for your eyes. Too sensitive..."
"Come on, homie, where are you?!" CJ called back as he entered the backroom.
"I said go away, Carl!" CJ heard Zero say from inside of the closet. "I don't need any friends today, thank you."
CJ then opened the closet to find Zero hanging from the hook by his underwear. He had been given a wedgie on the hook. CJ took a quick glance at Zero and laughed.
"Man, they some pretty strong drawers!" CJ chuckled
"Yes, my hero," Zero said sarcastically as CJ helped him off the hook. Zero reached back and adjusted his underwear from inside his pants. "Carl, he came back and humiliated me! I shall probably turn to prostitution now, where I will be found dead, and broken. I am a 28 year old man, whose landlord just helped him down from a hook, from which I had been hanging from my underwear, contemplating my inadequacy, for nearly two hours."
He straightened his white boxer briefs again. "Ow! Ooh, my crack..."
"Look, you gotta get even, homie," CJ told him. "What kind of weapons you got?"
"Uhh... I've got a prototype of a miniature plane," Zero told him.
"Well with that plane, we gonna go humiliate Berkley!" CJ declared.
"Ok, cool!" Zero cheered.
"Man, this is ridiculous," CJ said.
"That went right up my crack..." Zero told him.
The two then went into the control room inside the shop.
"So where the plane at?" CJ asked.
"I'm controlling it right now," Zero said as he grabbed a remote control.
CJ watched as Zero used the remote control to control the RC Baron
"Berkley has his sycophantic lackeys do all his deliveries," Zero announced, handing the remote control to CJ. "Well, we shall hit him where it hurts the most! Bring his mail order model business to its knees! Launch the Red Baron! "
Without another word, CJ used the RC Baron to accelerate it, lifting it off the roof and into the air gradually. As the plane approached a van driving at the corner, CJ used it to fire bullets at the vehicle.
"Don't let him get away!" Zero demanded. "Punish him for his war crimes!"
The driver of the van exited his vehicle and fired at the RC Baron. CJ continued to use the RC Baron to fire at the van and the driver. The driver fired back as he ran around dodging the bullets fired from the plane, but he was instantly gunned down from the bullets.
"One down, four more to go!" Zero announced.
The RC Baron then flew over the other side of the rode and a person riding a motorcycle. Carl then used the control to fire bullets at the motorcyclist.
"He's armed his lieutenants!" Zero warned. "Be careful, Carl!"
As the bullets fired at the man, he dropped dead on the ground.
"Ha ha!" Zero gloated. "Only three delivery boys left!"
CJ then continued to fly the RC Baron up in the sky and over the many buildings of the city. As the plane soared through the streets, CJ spotted a van down below and tried to get closer, only to realize that the drivers were shooting back. So CJ decided to keep the plane's distance from the vehicle and started firing at it. It wasn't easy. The plane was taking quite some damage, and the traffic lights and trees were blocking the way. CJ kept his focus and continued controlling the plane. He continued firing at the van until it finally caught fire and exploded.
"Only two left now, Carl!" Zero announced. "HUNT THEM DOWN!"
Without a word, CJ took control of the plane and continued firing it over the buildings. It zoomed past the trees and flew over a baseball diamond at the local park. CJ was getting very impatient. The plane was going to slow for him, and the fuel was draining pretty fast. He knew he was regretting suggesting to use the RC Baron when he could've just took all the delivery boys out on foot instead.
"Watch your fuel, Carl," Zero warned as the plane flew over the construction site. "Only half a tank left."
CJ just groaned in annoyance.
What the fuck is even the point of using this goddamn plane if it takes fuel to keep it running? he thought. I've driven cars with longer gas life than this fucking plane!
Since the buildings the plane was approaching were rather large and tall, CJ felt the best way to settle this was by not throttling so much and keep the plane slightly lower. As the plane smoothly flew through the streets, CJ spotted a motorcyclist with his partner behind riding on the road.
"Fight or die, Carl!" Zero reminded him. "It's the only choice we have!"
As CJ fired the bullets at the motorcyclist, the latter's partner fired back. It was now becoming a road shootout between the plane and the shootist. After firing enough bullets, the motorcycle finally caught fire and exploded, killing the two delivery boys on it.
"Just one more and Berkley's mail order department is finished!" Zero shouted triumph-ally.
CJ sighed in relief and continued flying the RC Baron over the buildings. He was getting concerned as he kept his eye on the fuel, which seemed to be dropping rapidly. The plane soared over the freeway and above the street. There, CJ spotted a white minivan and kept the plane steady in acceleration. He fired as many bullets as he cold at the van, trying to keep his distance so the delivery boys wouldn't shoot back at the plane. It took a good thirty seconds, but the van finally caught fire and exploded.
Finally! CJ thought. I no longer have to worry about this shit again!
"Now get her back home in one piece," Zero told CJ, "before she runs out of fuel!"
Aw come on! CJ thought. It's bad enough I had to control this fucking piece of shit junk of a plane! Now I have to bring it right back to the building?! Man, this is bullshit!
CJ just continued flying the plane back to the building, only to realize the fuel tank for the RC Baron was now dangerously low.
"You're almost out of fuel!" Zero warned him.
No shit, Mr. Electronic! CJ thought.
So CJ had to fly the plane back to the building quickly before the fuel tank finally reached zero. It wasn't easy. There were so many trees around the area, and the plane was still going too slow.
Damn, can't this thing go any faster?! CJ thought.
"MAN FUCK THIS MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT AIRPLANE!" CJ finally shouted.
The RC Baron kept crashing into the buildings and tree trunks as CJ struggled to get it back on top of the roof. After a while, the plane finally lost its fuel and dropped right on top of the roof. CJ finally sighed in relief.
"Smell it," Zero gloated, "you know that ozone smell, smells like... victory!"
"Yeah, sure," CJ replied, bewildered. "Well, I'm out. I'll see you later."
CJ exited Zero's shop and walked down the street. He heard his stomach growling.
"Man, I'm hungry," he said, and he walked through the town and to his apartment.