Infinity03:Yeah you got guns but….

Lo had seen them when he walked into the dojo. Two Sentinels, deep prune, sat across the street. The setting sun glared reddly off the car's lights…. and both drivers sunglasses. Things like this tended to lead to problems. So he did what any normal Liberty City citizen would do in this situation…

Kick the door open on his way out and unleash a barrage from his twin AKS….

Al-I-Bus breaks the set open with his second Grand Theft Auto 3 fic…{Doing my Best Scarface} "Wua? Ya' never see a BadGuy like me again. SO SAY GOOD NIGHT TO THE BAD GUY OK!?"….HAHAHAHA BUS IS BACK…Chuckle, oh lord. SIGH.

The burst from Lo's AK tore through the front of the first Sentinel. Even as the sound of shattering glass filled the air, Lo had already gotten his hand to his coat pocket. As the pelting bullets produced flame to burst through the hood of the vehicle, a pin was being tugged from a grenade.

An earsplitting boom thundered over downtown Staunton Island, and the first Sentinel erupted into a fountain of glimmering mettle followed immediately by crackling flame.

Dropping the spent rifle to the street Lo sprinted towards the car. Pulling the shotgun out from beneath his jacket he was able to drop the two guys sitting on the street side.

*Author Interruption

Dude riding shot pushed his way out of a side door and busted offa'couple real quick with the nine. Unfortunately they didn't do too much. Lo was a professional obviously, and when he had entered the Dojo he had seen those petty mobsters in those Sentinels. Quickly inputting the INFINITE WEAPONS CHEAT was second nature, so was inputting FULL BODY ARMOUR.

It woulda been an amazing show if he was using that incendiary ammunition. Ya' know, they used it to set blimps on fire in WWI or WWII or some shit. Anyway the thing about that kinda ammo is that, well it glows.

So picture this scene right…the sun is setting, but it's looking all on fire and stuff. Things are just at that golden moment right as it sets ablaze the waters off the coast. Like the city is sittin in a fireball, on a comet or something. These bullets is whizzing through the air, all flashing blue and yellow and white. Shit's is whistling, pinking off the car, the meter's next to the spots, the lampposts…the street lights are jingling as they pop.

The crazy part is there's only, like, one scream, right. For real, dude that was bustin the nine, caught two in the throat and, something like, a half a clip in the rest of the face. The slacker in the backseat. Well, Lo needed the car so,

*Sorry about that it won't happen again.

He yanked open the street side door, and aimed a well-placed kick at him. Jerking his legs out of the car, he vaulted off of the street, into the air and dropped down gracefully on top of the Sentinel.

The shotgun barked twice, then the Sentinel roared to life and tore away from the Dojo.

Cipriani needed to be paid a visit, and some questions needed to be asked.

There was no war between the Yakuza and the mob at this time. That is what made things really dicey about now. The trouble was that Lo might have overreacted, just a tad here, and, well honestly, with the mob having able proven leadership like Cipriani and the don's son still around to fill the void, and the Yakuza being in absolute chaos since the deaths of Kenji and Asuka, the thin icing was cracking.

Wasn't too much that could be done about that right now, though, and Lo whipped the Sentinel through the Liberty streets. He tore through the curves, even making sure he launched off the jump on Portland Bridge. It slid through the air: a speeding, spinning, and prune bullet slowing to flip once or twice before slamming back onto its wheels.

Sixteen seconds later (that's random enough I guess) the Sentinel's brakes squealed to a halt outside the restaurant.

A group of suits raised their darkened eyes. The door opened, and out emerged Lo. Without a second glance at the flunkies he strode towards the staircase, towards the roof. Stride never broken, Lo blasted off a round from his shotgun just as the goons figured out what was happening. Four bodies pounded against the hard concrete, and Lo's footsteps echoed off the marble stairs.

*Author Interruption

He put in the INFINITE AMMO CHEAT and pulled the M16's barrel up. Seven mobsters leapt out of the door, all of them squeezing off shots on twin Uzis. The bullets tore through the first guy's right eye. It yanked out brain and something else that stuck to the wall with a rubbery splat. His body dropped to the floor twitching and spewing blood into the evening air.

Rounds from the M16 dropped more men, but before they all fell, a burst from a shotgun yanked Lo back off of his feet. He winced as he crashed through a table and into the brick wall that overlooked the street below. The vest had saved his life, and he just had time to input FULL HEALTH when the second blast from the shotgun ripped him through the wall and down onto the street below. Four gunmen aimed from the broken silhouette where, a moment ago, there was a wall. Lo didn't move, and they trained their AKS on him.

A Mafia Sentinel sped away from the restaurant, streamlining darkly in the newly born starlight.

From above spilled a torrent of flame and steel that instantly removed all of the gunmen. A couple more broke out of the kitchen in time to see a flash of green cargo pants pull themselves off a fire escape ladder on onto the roof of the neighboring building. They dropped their eyes to the scene before them immediately (and thus missing the sight of a red and white Dodo shooting upwards into the sky), and began to fire their weapons down at Lo.

*So sorry, don't know whatever came over me.

Luigi tightened the collar of his jacket a little more. Getting Toni out had cut things slim. He had to duck out of the back of a shootout just to get out the backdoor. Once he was in that Sentinel he knew things would be cool for a while. This friggin Yakuza hadn't taken too nicely to being tailed, and now his reaction was costing his outfit money, manpower, and time.

Fortunately, there still wasn't a war of any sort going on between the mob and the Yakuza. But that waterfront property in Staunton, right across the bridge from Newport. It was calling to Toni, and for good reason. Those docks there could do a ton of business, and the garage and alley provided a wonderful fortress to use if an attack came from a rival unit, not to mention its value as a storage facility. Toni knew this was something that he needed to keep in mind, especially if those Fuckin Forelli brothers were still gonna make noise.

So he did his job. He spoke with Luigi, and they both talked to Joey. Eventually they realized that the value of the waterfront (simply on boat trafficking alone) was too much to pass up.

Luigi hired the guy, and that's why he was the last one out of the building when "nutty ass Asian" came in blasting things dead with his AK. In any event, things had gone sour. He needed to get back to the compound to regroup, and to keep that Yakuza nutjob away from him.

As a matter of fact, it would be best for the fucking guy to end up iced. No need to start a war. I mean they were just casing the joint.

Luigi picked up his cell even as the car pulled up to the driveway.

The Stinger calms him somewhat. He relishes the rumble of the V10, and torques the auto through the underbelly of St. Marks.

Hitting a safe house near the police station had netted him that, as well as a multitude of weapons. Fully replenished, he began anew his search for the scum who had dishonored him. Not once did thoughts of reporting back to base cross Lo's mind.

Instead he continued to case the streets. He knew that sooner or later someone would bite at the bait. And when that happened. Slipping a hand into his pocket, Lo gently caressed the hard plastic that lay within. It would all go perfectly.

The sun had just begun to sink behind the tallest of Portland's buildings when a few things happened at once. Lo turned the curve in front of the Leone complex and headed towards the L-Train tracks. Into his rearview slipped the imposing sight of two jet black Mafia Sentinels and an accompanying jet black Stretch. Lo growled with the clutch and then burned down the black asphalt. The Sentinels' engines howled in response and tore off behind him.

A mobster dressed in a prototypical black suit peered out of the moon roof of his Sentinel. The sound of the Uzi snapped through the evening air causing sparks to shoot out of the back of Lo's Stinger. Suddenly, the buildings that had been speeding on either side of Lo stopped with an abrupt crack, and the lead Sentinel went flying over the red and white Stinger. It spun twice as it hung in the air, before blowing through the side of a building in a shower of flame and debris. Bricks littered the pavement, and a small puddle of red sticky life began to ooze into the gutter.

The second car didn't hesitate a moment in spinning past the wreckage. It smashed up against the side of the Stinger and tried desperately to drive Lo into the stoop of a Brownstone. He slammed on the brake and pulled his wheel sharply towards his opponent. Striking near the gas tank, he caused the Sentinel to tilt horribly on the ground, for a moment, before smashing to fiery bits against another building.

Just then a rocket smashed into the rear of the Stinger and threw the car up a ramp, over the subway entrance, and onto the train tracks.

No cops anywhere, but as Lo saw his car slide towards an oncoming train he blinked once. Then he blacked out.

A small grey Mananna crashed against the red and white wreck, stopping it cold. Fido sprang from the car, and reaching under the Stinger, grabbed for Lo's limp body. His black leather groaned as he tugged back. With a dry snap, Lo's seatbelt snapped and Fido dove with him off the tracks, a moment later the train wrenched a gaping hole in the track. Said train had happened to crash into two cars, which had both ignited and exploded.

Quite terrible really. Those poor people.

The wind shredded his eyebrows and deepened the gashes on his body. Fido laughed when he saw this. This man, Lo…he was quite the challenger. Unfortunately Fido had already deemed the realm CLOSED to new superpowers. Looking down from here was a feat in itself he supposed.

Taking a deep breath Fido coiled his body against the girder tower, and then sprang off the building falling into the misty depths below. As he fell, Fido fell into an almost trance like state. His transponder danced beneath him and suddenly a shockwave of power leapt from his body.

He smashed through the cement with the force of a burning locomotive. There was a crater nearly eight feet deep. As Fido opened his eyes, the dust cleared almost instantly. He saw fire. Flames danced in the air, consuming everything but the darkness. It made Fido laugh.

He turned around, and looked back up at the radio tower. Poor kid. Ah well, Liberty was not ready for another war. Not right now. Leave things to skirmishes, and everything's good. The realm is CLOSED, No Admittance. Comprende!.

Fido walked away from it all, caught a Patriot over by the grocery store. He tried to ride up the vertical cliff again, but he fell of and rolled over twice in the parking lot. He was kind of miffed by this, and decided that it would be best to just leave. So he did.

His eyes stumbled open. He blinked once. Then he vomited.

Lo was gripped with fatigue, and he felt himself start to slip away. There wouldn't be any hospital trips from this one. But he made the mob feel, made them boys know, that THEY were not to be fucked with lightly.

Cuz he was just a soldier, he didn't even run shit.

Then Lo reached the pocket he had been struggling to get at.

He pulled out the plastic detonator that had been in the pocket.

And he pushed the button.

The Stinger sat in the tunnel in front of AmmuNation in Portland. Its lights flashed once, illuminating the side of the block. And then the car exploded.

So did three other cars parked on the same block within close proximity. So did the bombs that Lo had left at Cipriani's Restaurant.

From his post on the radio tower, Lo could just make out the flames leaping out above St. Marks. A spout of saliva and blood poured out of his mouth, and he strangled. Then, for a second, he laughed. It barked loud and clear out over the Portland night.

A moment later, a sniper's bullet tore out his eye, ricocheted against the back of his skull, and then exploded.

…..AmmuNation was not damaged in the explosion, so please stop asking.