Chapter Eleven

Sirens came from all directions. Rick had called the Don, telling him what had happened. Not only had the Don want to be well protected, he sent some of his men down to protect Rick.

Chateau tended Justin's wounds. She did not dare to bring him to the hospital. She hated Liberty City more than any other city.

Mav paced back and forth, waiting for someone to pick up the phone. "Vince? Good. We may be coming back to Vice soon. Yes, we found Justin, and Chateau. What? Why not?"

He hung up the phone. "We cannot go back to Vice City. Vince says that they are having problems with all the gangs, except for the Silvae. It seems that the Cartel have gone down there, bribing the other gangs to join their side against the Vercetti gang. The Silvae hate the Cartel, and have joined Vercetti's side."

Rick looked up. "You know Vercetti?"

"Yeah, he owns our dealership. Why?"

The guards glanced at each other. "Thomas Vercetti was supposed to go down to Vice and take over the city. Yet, instead of letting Sonny Forelli go down and rule it, he took it for himself."

Mav sat down. "It doesn't matter to me. He does a good job ruling Vice City."

Chateau finished with Justin's wounds. "What are we supposed to do? I dare not stay here any longer."

"I don't know. I guess we will have to stay until everything calms down in Vice. The police seem to be on their guard now." He turned on the TV, seeing what was happening. The news talked about the shootout, and showed pictures of the four. "They know what we look like. We cannot leave the apartment until things calm down."

"That is why they are here." Rick said, regarding the guards. "The police know better to mess with the Mafia. Yet, they know who I am."

"Now what?"

"You will have to go somewhere else, away from me. They do not know who you are, but they know who I am. They will be here within hours."

Mav sighed. "Where to?"

"You cannot go stay here on Portland, nor can you go on Staunton Island. You can go to Shoreside Vale. There is an abandoned warehouse that you can hide out in."

"They know who we look like."

Rick looked up to the guards. "Bring them to the warehouse. I'll be alright here."

"Yes sir."
*** The cops had surrounded Hepburn Heights after they left. Mav watched as they dragged Rick out in handcuffs. Rick was like a friend to him, and would do anything to save him.

The ride was quiet. The only sound was the people on the streets, the engine of the car, and the occasional wincing from Justin. They rode in a black Stretch after they stopped by Joey's. Civilians knew something was up when they saw it.

Twenty minutes went by, and they arrived at the warehouse. They got out, entering the warehouse. The door slammed shut behind them.

Mav glanced around the warehouse. He was used to seeing warehouses full of stolen goods. There were some antiques, but mostly garbage. He placed Justin down on a dusty couch in the corner, and went to stand in front of a broken window.

"Chateau, do you want them to stay here?"

She looked at him, and then to the two men. "I guess they can, until later on tonight."

The two guards went to stand by the door. "What will happen to Rick?"

The guards looked at him. One of them said, "The Don will have someone break him out of prison."

Mav walked around the warehouse. Chateau watched him, seeing he was worried. He ran his hand along old paintings.

"How much are they worth?"

Chateau stood behind him. "A couple grand. The most five."

He went to the garage door. He opened it, seeing a garage full of cars. There were at least twenty cars of all types. He walked in, seeing both cars from Liberty City and Vice City.

"Should we sell these or keep them?"

"These are older cars. Nowadays it is rare to find these." She pulled off a covering off of a black convertible banshee. "You might like to keep some of these."

He walked over to the banshee. "It's Justin's type. I'm not into these sport cars. I'm more into older cars that have speed."

He put the cover on the banshee. "We should send these to Vice City. I'll have to call Vincent to tell them to pick up these."

He walked out of the garage. He went to the office in the corner, opening the safe. He took out the bundles of money and gold, counting them. "Over two million."

He took a sack and put the money and gold into it. He tied the end, putting it in the safe. He went to storage and took some weapons. He threw Chateau some. "I wonder what gang was here before."

"It looks like it was one of the Don's warehouses." She put the weapons back, taking only a sniper rifle. "I'm going on the roof, to check things out."

"Don't kill innocent civilians."

"I won't."