Madd Dogg had now gotten his mansion back, and he was now ready to reclaim his throne in the hip hop game. So hours later, he was back into the studio, with Maccer as the performing artist and Kent Paul as the producer. As the beat began to drop, Madd Dogg started rapping as CJ stood there listening. Maccer on the other hand was distracted. He kept on chanting amorously, apparently lost in his own world.
"Go on... Go on... Come on... Come on... Go on..." he kept chanting, paying no attention to Madd Dogg.
"Will you please leave yourself alone?!" Paul demanded, turning to his horny partner.
"Oh, fuck!" Maccer cried out.
"Oh, you manky mongrel!" Paul told him.
"Ooh, sorry geez," Maccer protested.
"You shouldn't be choking the gecko in the first place!" Paul told him. "Remember what happened at that gig in Hamburg?!"
"That groupie loved it!" Maccer protested.
"That wasn't a groupie, that was a roadie!" Paul growled at his partner.
"But she had great tits," Maccer, said facing Paul.
"MAN tits!" Paul yelled in Maccer's face, grabbing him by the collar and pushing him away. "They were MAN TITS!"
Suddenly, the recording equipment shut off. Madd Dogg tapped into his microphone to inspect the sound.
"Hey, what happened?" CJ asked. "Hey, where the sounds at?"
"I dunno, bruv," Paul replied. "It all just went!"
"You're fucking shite you are, P," Maccer told him.
"I can't be held responsible for dodgy gear, alright?" Paul protested.
"C'mon, keep it together, man," CJ told the two. "We can't fuck with his flow.
"Finally!" CJ suddenly heard Toreno's voice through the speaker somewhere in the recording equipment. "I thought I'd never get through to you."
"What the... Toreno?" CJ asked, looking around. "Is that you?"
"What's happenin' here?" Paul asked.
"Toreno?" CJ asked, looking around.
"Listen," Toreno said through the speaker, "you gotta pull one last string for me, OK? Communists at the gate, Carl."
"I'm tired of this, Toreno," CJ told him.
"I'm outside," Toreno told him. "Let's take a ride."
The audio output was now reinstated, and the music resumed.
"Now I'm hearing things," Maccer replied. "Fuck me!"
"Hey, I gotta get out of here," CJ told the two Britains. "You got this?"
CJ then turned to Madd Dogg. "Hey, Dogg," he told the rapper. "I gotta go hit a marketing meeting, I'm gonna catch you later!"
"Right, mind how you go, sunshine," Paul told CJ, who went out the exit, as Madd Dogg continued rapping. "Yeah, sweet as... Come on. You having that, Maccer, you having that?"
CJ met Toreno outside the rainy night, guiding him to his brown Washington.
"Well, no invite to the housewarming, huh, kid?" Toreno told CJ, grinning.
"I knew you'd come anyway," CJ claimed.
"Yeah, well, that's not important right now," Toreno told him. "I'll bring you up to speed on the way, get in."
Toreno hopped in the driver's seat of the vehicle and CJ got into the passenger's seat. The former drove away and through the Badlands. The rain poured heavily as Toreno drove through the forest.
"How long's this going to take?" CJ asked as Toreno drove to the northern side of Red County. "I got my own shit to worry about."
"Would you like to see your brother this week?" Toreno asked.
"Yeah," CJ answered enthusiastically. "What can I do?"
"You just gotta steal a military jet off an amphibious assault ship and use it to destroy a flotilla of spy ships, nothing big," Toreno explained rapidly as he pulled over to the side of the shore.
"Oh man, you shittin' me," CJ muttered.
"Would I shit you, Carl?" Toreno asked, which prompted him to give CJ the "What do you think?" look. "There's a boat. All the gear you'll need is on board. I'll keep you briefed as you go."
CJ looked ahead to find a speedboat sitting right by the shore. "I ain't coming back from this one, am I?" he asked Toreno.
"Yes you are," Toreno told him. "Don't be ridic- here take this earpiece. Trust me, do as I say, you'll be home for a blow job and a bologna sandwich."
Shit, that bologna sandwich better not be that cheap Oscar Meyer kind of bullshit when I get back, CJ thought.
CJ didn't say a word. He just put the earpiece on and hopped out of the car. He ran towards the speedboat, where he saw a silencer and a pocket knife in the back. CJ hopped into the speedboat and began driving.
"OK Carl," Toreno informed, "the ship is moored in the Easter Basin Naval Base."
CJ saw the ship right up ahead and continued riding. By the time he finally reached the ship outside of the Easter Basin Naval Base, the rain had finally stopped pouring.
"Sneak in the back without being seen," Toreno told CJ through the earpiece. "Once you're on the inside, I cannot help you."
"Well, can you help me now?" CJ asked.
"Oh, well, no," Toreno responded dryly. "Actually, no."
CJ had to sneak inside the control room to switch off the SAM sites and steal a jet. It was going to be very tough for him since he had to get past the guards.
So as CJ made his way inside the ship, he slowly drove the boat inside and hopped off, barely making it onto the platform. He slowly crept behind the wall and took a furtive look from behind to find one of the security guards prancing around.
CJ pulled out the silencer and aimed for the guard, shooting him twice in the head. CJ crept through the inside of the ship and took the stairs. He remembered that he had to be patient and stealthy. He wouldn't stand a chance against the soldiers. So the best thing to do is to creep through the ship without being spotted.
When CJ got on the top floor of the ship, he finally reached the control room and used the controls to switch off the SAM. As he did that, he ducked behind the boxes and saw a guard standing right in front of him. CJ crept from behind and silently stabbed him in the throat, killing him softly.
He slowly crept through the walls, avoiding being seen by the guards prancing around, and shimmied through the walls on his toes. He hopped behind the crates, crept behind the wall at the end, and finally reached the jet outside sitting in the platform. The rain outside had finally cooled down, and it was now only sprinkling outside.
CJ looked around carefully to see if there were any guards around to catch him. When he finally saw that no one was watching him, he finally hopped inside the jet. CJ started the engine and slowly accelerated the vehicle right before he took off in the air and locked the wheels up. He let out a deep sigh as he continued flying smoothly in the air.
"Ya see?" Toreno told him through the earpiece. "Ya see? What did I tell you? It was a snap!"
"Stolen aircraft; prepare to be vaporized!" CJ heard a voice from behind.
He turned around to see four jets chasing after him. His heartbeat skipped suddenly.
"Did you hear that?" CJ asked Toreno.
"'Prepare to be vaporized'," Toreno mocked. "What a bunch of bullshit. Ignore them. They shoot at you and it's an international incident. You're not a British tank, so you should be fine."
"For real?" CJ asked.
"Yeah, well, probably," Toreno answered. "Now make your way to the flotilla and sink the fuckers!"
CJ saw that the jets were flying around him and prepared to fire at him. It was as if he was actually inside a video game called They Crawled From Uranus.
So that's must be what it's like to be in a video game, CJ thought.
One of the jets had already fired its missile at CJ. CJ quickly took a sharp turn to the left to avoid the shooting missile charging after him. It barely flew past him as he turned to dodge it.
So CJ violently shifted the jet to his right and made several turns to avoid getting shot at a second time. Once he was finally in position, he aimed at one of the jets and pressed the button for the missiles. He watched as the missile hit the jet with a perfect bull's-eye, sending it tumbling down the flying away to avoid getting hit, CJ repeated this process on each of the remaining three jets, and soon, there were no more jets after him.
This gave CJ an opportunity to finally get to the desert and destroy the ships in Valle Ocultado afterwards. As he finally reached the desert, he saw the four manned spy ships up ahead. Luckily for him, no one was on there to try to shoot at him with any type of weapon that would be liable to bring the jet he was in down. So CJ used the missile to destroy the ship and watched as it exploded into pieces. CJ repeated the process with the other three remaining boats up ahead and watched as they were all blown to bits. CJ sighed in relief.
"You see?" Toreno told him through the earpiece laughing. "Child's play!"
"FUCK YOU, TORENO!" CJ shouted furiously. "Those assholes nearly murdered me! I never want to go through this shit again!"
"Ooh, you want some cheese with that wine, CJ?" Toreno mocked. "Hey, you were spectacular. You know what, I'm beginning to think my little Carl is a double agent. Oooh."
"Shut up, Toreno!" CJ shouted. "Where do you want this thing?"
"What thing?" Toreno asked rapidly. "I don't know what you're talking about - you stole it. Got nothing to do with me, I don't know what you're talking about. See ya 'round."
CJ then heard Toreno hang up. "Toreno?!" he shouted. "TORENO! SHIT!"
CJ was now furious. It was bad enough that Toreno had put him in danger many times. But the fact that he hung up on him when he really needed his help made him steamed. CJ was really tired of playing games at this point. He had already snuck into Area 69 to swipe a jetpack, barely making it out alive, and now he was forced to steal a jet and nearly got blasted in the sky.
CJ flew around and looked through the dark desert below. He found that he was right over Verdant Meadows and gently flew down the airstrip, releasing the wheels for the landing. CJ carefully accelerated the jet into the hangar and parked it smoothly.
CJ exited the jet and groaned loudly. He had survived the mission, but now he was stuck in the desert once again. All that he could see were the desert mountains and everything else at the airstrip. All he could hear were the silent winds blowing. The light rain was sprinkling around the place.
Good thing I decided to wear a jacket tonight, CJ thought.
He wasn't going to spent another night at the desert. He saw a motorbike resting by the abandoned home and decided to take it back to Madd Dogg's mansion. CJ ran to the motorbike, hopped on, and rode away. As he finally made his way onto the road, he headed south for Los Santos. He felt the cold wind and sprinkling rain blow through his face as he rode faster. It was going to be a long ride for him, but it would be worth it at the end. After all, there was no way Toreno would have him doing anything else to get him killed this time... or would he?