Road Trip Chapter 3
"Bad Company"
"I want a statewide manhunt for these pricks right now!"
Tommy, Rosenberg, and Phil were stopped at a picnic area on the side of Interstate 95, just around the Space Coast near Titusville. The three were eating sandwiches and sipping on Cokes. "You think they can find us?" Rosenberg asked. "Ken, for god sakes, loosen up a little bit!" Tommy annoyingly said. "If you keep your damn mouth shut for once, we may not get in trouble!" Phil inquired. Tommy motioned Phil and Ken that it was time to go, and they headed back towards the van. Phil chucked the trash at a wastebasket, missing every time, and then headed back to the Burrito. They got out of the rest stop and blended in with the traffic when Ken reached from the back and tuned in the radio to a station.
"This is WSCR, the Space Coast's and Orlando's leader in Rock. I am DJ Big Sam, and it's time for a news break, lets head over to the news desk with Paul Simon."
"Thanks, Sam. Our top story today, the Florida Department of Law Enforcement has set up a statewide manhunt for 4 assailants who caused the so-called "Highway Massacre" that took place a few hours ago. Three assailants have been identified as Thomas Vercetti, Kenneth Rosenberg, and Phillip Cassidy. The three are all natives of Vice City, and Vice City SWAT raided Vercetti's Starfish Island mansion, Rosenberg's Office, and Cassidy's trailer. The search came up with nothing, SWAT later reported. The FDLE is offering a $25,000 reward for the capture of the three fugitives, as well as the forth one."
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Tommy screamed. Tommy took his right foot and kicked the radio, but it didn't break. "Turn the damn radio off!" Phil reached and turned off the radio. "What are we going to d---""SHUT YOUR UGLY FACE UP, KEN!" Tommy screamed. A car honked at Tommy's van as it crossed over in another lane without signaling. Tommy banged on the steering wheel and sighed deeply. "Uh, Tommy." Phil started. "WHAT?!" Tommy hollered. "Look out your window." Tommy looked out the window and saw a man videotaping him in a camera that was the size of a car tire. "Oh, shit." Tommy said. He grabbed the wheel and brushed the truck next to Tommy's van. The man in the truck countered by ramming into the side of the van, but it didn't do much. "Get me a weapon, damnit!" Tommy shouted. Phil grabbed a MAC 10 from his case and gave it to Tommy. Tommy aimed at the camera and shot at it. It was obliterated after two bullets struck it. The man rammed the van harder though it didn't do much, and after that he fired the MAC 10 at the truck's tires. The right front and rear tires were shot out and the man skidded off the road and into some weakened trees. Tommy stopped at the side of the road, got out, and came up to the man's truck. He pulled him out and laid him on the ground by gunpoint. "What the hell were you thinking, man? You think you can mess with me, Tommy Vercetti?" Tommy said angrily. "The.the police are on their way, you pricks." the man said. Tommy fired three bullets into his head, leaving him dead. He looked around and saw a Police Cruiser heading down the Interstate, lights flashing and sirens blaring, but still faint, heading his way. He ran back to the van and rushed off.
Officer Clara Barnett of the Brevard County Sheriff's Office pulled on the side of the road where the man lay dead and the truck lay disabled. "This is Unit 47, we need paramedics on Mile Marker 239." She chattered into her radio. "Unit 47, we copy." She got into her car and started off after Tommy's van, very determined. "Brevard County, this is Unit 47, I have an ID on a Burrito cargo van, with the three wanted assailants stated by the FDLE." "All units, all units, Unit 47 needs backup. Three main "Highway Massacre" suspects found heading north on Interstate 95 near the Bee Line Expressway exit. Requesting Air and SWAT Units." "This is Brevard Air 2, I copy you, and I'm on my way." "Brevard SWAT Teams 3, 7, and 15 responding." Clara smiled.
Tommy was driving down the highway at a high speed, around 80, when suddenly a helicopter is heard. "What the hell is that?" Ken asked. The helicopter got closer and Tommy saw police and SWAT Team cruisers coming from behind him. "This is the Brevard County Sheriff's Office, Stop Your Vehicle Now!" a voice demanded. Phil jumped into the back, grabbed a rather large gun case, and opened the back doors. "Been saving this for a rainy day!" Phil shouted, and clutched an M60 with 200 Rounds in his hand. "Come and get us, you bastards." Phil said silently.
Officer Clara was leading the pack of the cruisers and the SWAT Units, waiting for the signal to take them out. Clara grabbed a pair of binoculars and looked at the back of the van. Phil was sitting Indian-style, with no visible weapon in his possession. "He's unarmed, move in!" Clara shouted into her microphone. Several cruisers proceeded forward. Suddenly, Phil grabbed the M60 and started shooting at the cruisers. "BACK OFF, BACK OFF, PULL OUT NOW!" Clara hollered into her microphone. Some cruisers backed off, but most kept on going. The M60 released hell on the cruisers, with only a few bullets making it explode. All the cruisers ended up being caught on fire and exploding shortly afterwards. "WE NEED FIRE OUT HERE, NOW! DISPATCH FIRE UNITS!" Clara yelled into her microphone. The police helicopter shot at Tommy's van, but the M60's bullets held it back. "This is Brevard Air 2 I'm heading back to base! My helicopter's obliterated!" and the helicopter flew away. Clara soon found out she was the only officer left on the highway. Phil noticed her, stared at her for a long time, and then closed the van doors and retreated back inside. Clara smiled at the fact that the psychotic of Phil Cassidy didn't shoot at her cruiser. "This is Unit 47, I'm breaking off pursuit. And call up the FDLE, tell them its no use searching anymore." Officer Clara said.
Tommy, Phil, and Ken crossed over the Florida/Georgia border late at night, around 11:45 PM. They did not get any resistance from the police after that, even though they passed through Jacksonville earlier, which has a mass population of police. Tommy and Ken thought it was massive luck, but Phil knew it was that lady cop that got them off the hook. He would never get that thought off his mind. They stopped at the Florida/Georgia Rest Area and slept in the van that night, thinking of many things. But they all thought of one thing: 1 State Down, 8 To Go.
"I want a statewide manhunt for these pricks right now!"
Tommy, Rosenberg, and Phil were stopped at a picnic area on the side of Interstate 95, just around the Space Coast near Titusville. The three were eating sandwiches and sipping on Cokes. "You think they can find us?" Rosenberg asked. "Ken, for god sakes, loosen up a little bit!" Tommy annoyingly said. "If you keep your damn mouth shut for once, we may not get in trouble!" Phil inquired. Tommy motioned Phil and Ken that it was time to go, and they headed back towards the van. Phil chucked the trash at a wastebasket, missing every time, and then headed back to the Burrito. They got out of the rest stop and blended in with the traffic when Ken reached from the back and tuned in the radio to a station.
"This is WSCR, the Space Coast's and Orlando's leader in Rock. I am DJ Big Sam, and it's time for a news break, lets head over to the news desk with Paul Simon."
"Thanks, Sam. Our top story today, the Florida Department of Law Enforcement has set up a statewide manhunt for 4 assailants who caused the so-called "Highway Massacre" that took place a few hours ago. Three assailants have been identified as Thomas Vercetti, Kenneth Rosenberg, and Phillip Cassidy. The three are all natives of Vice City, and Vice City SWAT raided Vercetti's Starfish Island mansion, Rosenberg's Office, and Cassidy's trailer. The search came up with nothing, SWAT later reported. The FDLE is offering a $25,000 reward for the capture of the three fugitives, as well as the forth one."
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Tommy screamed. Tommy took his right foot and kicked the radio, but it didn't break. "Turn the damn radio off!" Phil reached and turned off the radio. "What are we going to d---""SHUT YOUR UGLY FACE UP, KEN!" Tommy screamed. A car honked at Tommy's van as it crossed over in another lane without signaling. Tommy banged on the steering wheel and sighed deeply. "Uh, Tommy." Phil started. "WHAT?!" Tommy hollered. "Look out your window." Tommy looked out the window and saw a man videotaping him in a camera that was the size of a car tire. "Oh, shit." Tommy said. He grabbed the wheel and brushed the truck next to Tommy's van. The man in the truck countered by ramming into the side of the van, but it didn't do much. "Get me a weapon, damnit!" Tommy shouted. Phil grabbed a MAC 10 from his case and gave it to Tommy. Tommy aimed at the camera and shot at it. It was obliterated after two bullets struck it. The man rammed the van harder though it didn't do much, and after that he fired the MAC 10 at the truck's tires. The right front and rear tires were shot out and the man skidded off the road and into some weakened trees. Tommy stopped at the side of the road, got out, and came up to the man's truck. He pulled him out and laid him on the ground by gunpoint. "What the hell were you thinking, man? You think you can mess with me, Tommy Vercetti?" Tommy said angrily. "The.the police are on their way, you pricks." the man said. Tommy fired three bullets into his head, leaving him dead. He looked around and saw a Police Cruiser heading down the Interstate, lights flashing and sirens blaring, but still faint, heading his way. He ran back to the van and rushed off.
Officer Clara Barnett of the Brevard County Sheriff's Office pulled on the side of the road where the man lay dead and the truck lay disabled. "This is Unit 47, we need paramedics on Mile Marker 239." She chattered into her radio. "Unit 47, we copy." She got into her car and started off after Tommy's van, very determined. "Brevard County, this is Unit 47, I have an ID on a Burrito cargo van, with the three wanted assailants stated by the FDLE." "All units, all units, Unit 47 needs backup. Three main "Highway Massacre" suspects found heading north on Interstate 95 near the Bee Line Expressway exit. Requesting Air and SWAT Units." "This is Brevard Air 2, I copy you, and I'm on my way." "Brevard SWAT Teams 3, 7, and 15 responding." Clara smiled.
Tommy was driving down the highway at a high speed, around 80, when suddenly a helicopter is heard. "What the hell is that?" Ken asked. The helicopter got closer and Tommy saw police and SWAT Team cruisers coming from behind him. "This is the Brevard County Sheriff's Office, Stop Your Vehicle Now!" a voice demanded. Phil jumped into the back, grabbed a rather large gun case, and opened the back doors. "Been saving this for a rainy day!" Phil shouted, and clutched an M60 with 200 Rounds in his hand. "Come and get us, you bastards." Phil said silently.
Officer Clara was leading the pack of the cruisers and the SWAT Units, waiting for the signal to take them out. Clara grabbed a pair of binoculars and looked at the back of the van. Phil was sitting Indian-style, with no visible weapon in his possession. "He's unarmed, move in!" Clara shouted into her microphone. Several cruisers proceeded forward. Suddenly, Phil grabbed the M60 and started shooting at the cruisers. "BACK OFF, BACK OFF, PULL OUT NOW!" Clara hollered into her microphone. Some cruisers backed off, but most kept on going. The M60 released hell on the cruisers, with only a few bullets making it explode. All the cruisers ended up being caught on fire and exploding shortly afterwards. "WE NEED FIRE OUT HERE, NOW! DISPATCH FIRE UNITS!" Clara yelled into her microphone. The police helicopter shot at Tommy's van, but the M60's bullets held it back. "This is Brevard Air 2 I'm heading back to base! My helicopter's obliterated!" and the helicopter flew away. Clara soon found out she was the only officer left on the highway. Phil noticed her, stared at her for a long time, and then closed the van doors and retreated back inside. Clara smiled at the fact that the psychotic of Phil Cassidy didn't shoot at her cruiser. "This is Unit 47, I'm breaking off pursuit. And call up the FDLE, tell them its no use searching anymore." Officer Clara said.
Tommy, Phil, and Ken crossed over the Florida/Georgia border late at night, around 11:45 PM. They did not get any resistance from the police after that, even though they passed through Jacksonville earlier, which has a mass population of police. Tommy and Ken thought it was massive luck, but Phil knew it was that lady cop that got them off the hook. He would never get that thought off his mind. They stopped at the Florida/Georgia Rest Area and slept in the van that night, thinking of many things. But they all thought of one thing: 1 State Down, 8 To Go.
