CJ woke up the next morning to look at his clock. It was now 6:07 AM. With one less dirty cop to worry about, he had almost finished what he had to do in Las Venturas. Tonight was the time to perform the heist, and as soon as they were finally finished, CJ would finally get the money to bail Sweet out of jail. He felt his heart pumping. He couldn't wait to see his brother's face again after almost three months.
He had just gotten dressed when he heard his cellphone ring on the nightstand. He picked it up to answer it.
"You've hung us out to dry, I know it," he heard Ken say over the phone.
"Rosenberg?" CJ asked.
"Yeah," Ken answered, suddenly sounding cheerful. "Soon-to-be-buried-with-concrete-shoes-in-a-shallow-grave-in-the-desert Rosenberg, I'm surprised you remember!"
"Hey, man, look," CJ told him. "I ain't forgotten you all, just hang in there."
"Easy for you to say," Ken complained. "This Salvatore guy might whack me at any moment!"
CJ just sighed. He put away his cellphone and headed out of the hotel. As he got outside, CJ hopped into a green Blade parked just outside The Strip and drove straight down to Caligula's Casino.
As he made it there, he parked outside and made his way inside. He made his way to Ken's room, where he spotted Sal helping Maria flick a knife.
"Just feel the weight of the weapon, sweetheart," he told her.
"I can feel the weight of someone's weapon!" Maria replied caustically.
"Hey," Sal protested. "You're the one to blame on that front."
What Sal was doing was teaching Maria how to toss a knife onto a board against the wall that Maccer was tied to. "Can I fucking go now or fucking what?" Maccer asked impatiently.
Sal didn't bother looking at the Britain. Without making eye contact, he tossed the blade to the board, and the blade's edge hit the board right below Maccer's crotch.
"Oooh!" Maccer shouted. "You fucking twat! Right in the fucking happy sack!"
"Perhaps you'll be cured of your little anti-social condition, mate," Paul told him.
As he walked over to untie Maccer, CJ walked into the room, and Sal took notice.
"Carl, my man!" Sal greeted.
"Mr. Leone," CJ greeted back.
"Looks like this piece of shit was right," Sal said, pointing at Ken, who was sitting right on the couch on the corner. "You did a real number on those Forelli losers. Now it's time the Forellis found out what it means to screw with Salvatore Leone! How would you like to hit the St. Mark's Bistro?"
CJ took a second to think about it. "A hit in Liberty City?" he asked. "Cool, but I'm gonna need some back-up."
"Take who you want," Sal told him, gesturing his hand around the room.
"Well, I usually use these two," CJ said, pointing at Paul and Maccer.
"Heh-hey!" Ken chimed in, jumping out of his seat. "Remember all those jobs we did together, huh? Huh? You and me, Carl, remember, huh? You know, you used to call me 'Killer' Ken? Ken the Killer? Killer? Ice Cold Ken... that's me."
"And him too, I guess..." CJ muttered dryly.
Looks like the heist is gonna have to wait another day, CJ thought.
A few minutes later, CJ was speaking with Paul, Maccer, and Ken outside of the casino, and Ken was prepared to drive away in a car. Paul was in the back seat, and Maccer was standing just outside.
"Alright," CJ told the three, "you guys better get out of Las Venturas, fast! I'll be in touch."
"What about your back-up, man, will you be alright without us?" Maccer asked.
"Of course he will you fucking moron, come on!" Ken urged, and Maccer hopped inside the passenger's seat.
CJ watched as Ken, Maccer and Paul drove away and started to leave Las Venturas for Los Santos. CJ needed to get back to Liberty City. So he hopped inside his Blade and drove on the rode of Las Venturas. He drove straight through The Visage and made his way to the airport, where he was let inside to the airstrip.
He saw a Shamal right ahead and parked his car by the gate. CJ carried his legs as he ran hard to the Shamal and hopped inside. After a few minutes of running the engine and positioning the plane straight, CJ finally stomped on the acceleration pedal and slowly ascended up in the air.
As the Shamal took flight, CJ soared higher to the sky. He flew higher until he was finally above the clouds and the city of Las Venturas gradually disappeared below them. CJ flew even higher to view the light blue sky as he flew East to Liberty City. He was flying back to the East Coast for the first time since before his return to Los Santos.
It took CJ a full day to get all the way to Liberty City. He had to stay away until he reached his destination. He then viewed a gust of hazy cloud floating through the sky. As he lowered his plane slightly below the clouds, he spotted a bunch of tall buildings down below. He made it! He was now back in Liberty City! So it was now time for CJ to prepare for landing. He searched for the Francis International Airport and spotted the runway of said airport right ahead. He lowered the Shamal into the airstrip and parked it onto the runway.
After taking flight, CJ navigated through the airport and found his way through the exit up ahead. He spotted a taxi cab and hopped inside.
"Marco's Bistro, please," CJ told the driver, handing him the money.
The driver didn't say a word and just drove down the rode. CJ looked around Liberty City. This took him back five years ago, when he was just a scared, young teenager who had nowhere else to go, nowhere to live, until he finally found Joey Leone. As the taxi cab drove through the city, CJ looked around and had vivid memories first moving here. He pictured first meeting Joey Leone and getting his first job here in the city. He pictured the many cars he stole during the past five years he was here. He pictured the many restaurants Joey had taken him to eat at. Everything was now becoming familiar to him.
The taxi cab finally stopped at Marco's Bistro, and CJ hopped out and headed for the entrance. He came across one of Forelli's men inside.
"Private function, invitation only!" the henchman said.
"Oh yeah?" CJ replied. "Well, Mr. Leone says otherwise!"
Just then, a shootout precipitated, and CJ took cover behind the counters as he killed the henchmen one by one. The opera music inside continued playing as CJ made his way down the steps and the shootout continued. CJ killed each of the henchmen inside and made his way downstairs, where he darted through the kitchen and finally mad it through the exit, where he confronted Marco Forelli outside. Marco was a big, Italian-American man who was wearing a big black coat over baggy black denim pants armed with an SMG.
"Hey, who is this asshole?" Marco shouted, spotting CJ.
"I'm a guy who about to send you underground, asshole!" CJ responded.
So he and Marco engaged in a two-minute gun battle, which ended in CJ killing Marco.
The next day, CJ returned back to Las Venturas in the Shamal. It had been a long day for him. He had spent the night at Liberty City and got up very early to return to the West Coast. He wanted to have enough energy to perform the impending heist. "This is flight CJ 101 out of Liberty City," CJ announced through the radio as he landed right onto the runway. "Requesting final approach to Las Venturas International, over."
"Flight CJ 101," the air traffic control stated voice-over, "you are clear for landing on Runway 3, over."
As the plane finally stopped, CJ finally exited the Shamal and made his way to the gate. Just then, he heard his cellphone ring. He pulled it out of his pocket to answer it.
"Hello," CJ answered.
"I know it's you, you stinking perro!" he heard Catalina say.
CJ just sighed in annoyance. It's been months since he last seen the psychopath, and she was still calling him even after she went with her boyfriend. "Look," CJ barked sternly. "Just say what you gotta say! I ain't interested in these stupid games!"
"Stupid games?!" Catalina replied. "This is my heart you play with!"
"What?" CJ asked in confusion. "Look, you..."
Just then, he heard the tone. Catalina had already hung up on him. "Damn!" CJ grunted. "Gotta change my number!"
CJ just continued to walk to the gate. After a few minutes, he made it out of the exit when his phone rang again.
"Hey Carl, my boy!" he heard Sal say over the phone.
"Mr. Leone!" CJ replied.
"Everybody's talking about the job you did on that Saint Mark's Bistro," Sal told him.
"Thank you, Mr. Leone!" CJ said.
"And, err... you took care of those three loose ends?" Sal asked.
"Yeah," CJ replied. "Those poor saps ran into a little trouble along the way. You won't be hearing from Mr. Rosenberg again."
"Good boy!" Sal responded. "Good boy! Uh, now listen, you gotta have to keep a low profile or people will start to make connections. So let's keep our distance for a while, uh? I'll call you."
"Thank you, Mr. Leone!" CJ said.
He put away his phone and walked towards the front of the airport. Just then, he heard his phone ring again. He pulled it out of his pocket to answer it.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hey, CJ," Woozie said through the phone. "What's up with you? Are we doing this heist or are you going soft on me again?"
"Hey, check it," CJ told Woozie. "Them fools been shipped out of the Venturas, Salvatore will think I'm cool, so it's on. I'll meet you back at the dragons."
"Okay, cool, later!" Woozie said as he hung up.
CJ looked around in search of a taxi cab. Before he knew it, he heard his phone ring yet again.
Four rings in one day? CJ thought. Ain't I lucky. I wonder who it could be this time.
CJ pulled out his cellphone yet again to answer it.
"Carl, what's up?" he heard Sweet say over the phone. "It's your brother."
"Hey, whassup man?" CJ said, sounding happier than ever to hear his brother's voice again. "You okay?"
"Hell no!" Sweet replied negatively. "I'm stuck in a cell between two lunatics. And people keep trying to jump me. This shit ain't cool, partner."
CJ knew his brother wasn't happy in prison, and he had to get him out quickly. "You looking after Kendl?" Sweet asked.
"Naw," CJ replied, smiling. "She looking after me."
"Right, right," Sweet said. "That's cool."
"I'ma get you out of there though, man," CJ told him.
"No you ain't, nigga!" Sweet said in despair. "Who do you think you are? I'm here for life. I guess I have grown used to it now."
"No, you not, man," CJ told him. "Just hang in there. I'm working shit out for you, whatever it takes."
"That's a negative!" Sweet replied. "I'm through hoping. Have a nice life, brother."
"Hold on, man!" CJ told him. "I'm getting shit worked out for you! Just hang in there!" Just then, he heard the phone hang up. "Sweet? Sweet! Shit!"
CJ didn't have time to worry about Sweet at this point. Because he would be able to finally get his brother out of jail after he would be through with his last mission in Las Venturas. So he called for a taxi cab and took it to the Four Dragons Casino. CJ was feeling excited about the heist. It was his big moment!