Jason called for a taxi and was on his way to the Static Night Club. There was a lot of traffic that night and Jason wasn't too happy. If Ray left the club before he got there, he knew Joey would kick his ass when he got back.

"Shit, he's going to leave and Joeys going to kick my ass, and I'm going to get no money", said Jason.

"Come down, come down, why are you so upset?", asked the driver.

"Oh, uh, none of your business", Jason replied.

"Sorry, I was just wondering", said the driver.

Jason was freaking out. Finally, the traffic started to move along, and they eventually got to the club. Jason paid the man and was about to go in.

"Hey hun", said the woman.

"Huh? Who's there?", asked Jason.

"Over here", replied the woman.

"Misty? That's really you?", asked Jason.

"Yeah", said Misty.

"What are you doing here, how have you been?", asked Jason.

"I've been doing good, and Joey sent me here to watch you and make sure you don't fuck up your assignment. Oh yeah Joey also sent 4 of his goons to watch over you", replied Misty.

Then the four Mafioso come out from behind the club wall. The six headed into the club in search of Ray. There were a bunch a drunk idiots everywhere, and dancers on poles. Jason recognized Ray up in the V.I.P lounge with a bunch of Cuban mafia men.

"Rays up there", Jason told them.

"Then we go up", said Misty.

"It's not that easy. I will go up myself first, and then when I fire the first shot, the rest of you rush up with you shot guns and kill the rest of them", Jason told them.

Jason was walking up the stairs to the V.I.P area, while the rest of them wait by the foot of the staircase.

"Jason, how have you been", asked Ray.

"I've been pretty good", replied Jason.

"Well, why have you come here?", asked Ray.

"Well you told me to come down to Miami didn't you?", asked Jason.

"Oh yeah, I wanted to talk to you", said Ray.

"Wait, there is no need to talk", exclaimed Jason.

Jason took his gun out and shot Ray right in the face. Jason assumed he was dead because he saw him lying on the floor while the Cuban Mafioso shot at him. Jason ran down the steps while Joey's men ran up and started shooting at the Cuban mafia men. There was a whole massacre all four of Joey's men were killed. One shot in the head another shot in the back and so on. Jason and Misty barely made it out alive. 3 out of the five Cuban Mafioso died. Once the shooting had started, the music stopped and everyone ran away in fear.

"I'm getting the fuck out of Miami", screamed Jason.

"Fine I can understand that, but I'm going with you", said Misty.

"Okay whatever! I just want to get the hell out of this shit hole. Screamed Jason.

Jason called a taxi for him and Misty to take to the airport. When they got to the airport, they bought two tickets to Liberty City. Nothing really important happened on the plane, they just talked about stuff. When they got back to Portland, they met Joey at his house (which use to be Salvatore's house).

"So how'd it go?", asked Joey.

"Great, he's dead and gone", replied Jason.

"Good, Good, look, It's late I'll talk to you tomorrow", said Joey.

"Okay", Jason said.

So Misty went back to her apartment in Staunton Island, Joey went to bed, and Jason went back to his safe house to get some sleep. The next day Jason slept till about 2 o'clock. He was ready to go over to Joey's at about 2:30. When he got to Joey's it was loud and Jason wasn't sure if he should go in or not.

"You stupid fucker!", Joey yelled.

"What?", asked Jason.

"Look at this letter. You can't even get a decent job done?", screamed Joey.