Road Trip Chapter 4
"Two-Faced"
Tommy woke with a start. A thunderstorm was occurring outside the van and a loud crash of thunder woke him. He was pissed because he was dreaming about when Mercedes and he met the first time on Colonel Cortez's boat. How she introduced them to Vice City's high rollers---one of them he killed later on, Ricardo Diaz---how Mercedes came on to him like that all playfully, and how she called him handsome when she strutted into the Pole Position club. "God, I love that woman." Tommy said silently. Rosenberg woke up by another loud clap of thunder. "AHH, OH MY---"Ken screamed and waking Phil up. "Damnit, boy, with your nightmares." Phil complained. "Hey Tommy, grab us some munchies from the machines outside, man." Ken asked. "Screw that, its raining." Tommy countered. "GO!" Ken and Phil screamed. "Fine, you little pricks." Tommy said sarcastically. He got out of the car and went to the Rest Area overhang where the snack machines were, getting half wet while running over her. Suddenly, the lights in the overhang shut off and a bright lightning flash followed. Tommy tried getting his quarters back but the power was out. "Damnit!" Tommy shouted through the loud thunderclap and he kicked the soda machine. Tommy ran back to the van, now fully wet, and got into the driver's seat. Tommy turned on the engine and pulled out of the rest area and kept heading north on the Interstate.
Over near the St. Mary's River, a group of clouds started circulating and started kicking up dirt and gravel around the area. The trees started swaying around faster then they were. Then the sirens started sounding.
Already passing through the Brunswick area, a good 20 miles from the rest stop they slept out, the rain and winds were picking up and the visibility was dropping. "Tommy, man, turn on the radio. There's got to be some reports on this weather." Ken said. "Phil, turn it on. I got to keep my eyes on the road before we slam into the back of a tractor trailer." Phil reached for the tuning knob, and started trying to get a signal. He tuned into a rock station, and Blue Oyster Cult was finishing up "Burnin' for You". "Hey, this is WBRS, Brunswick's leading Rock station and the best Rock station in Southeast Georgia! I'm Uncle Jim and this is the super rocking Breakfast Request Hour, we'll be taking your calls soon. Wait a second here, folks." DJ Uncle Jim said as paper shuffled in the background. "Uhh, the National Weather Service in Jacksonville as just issued a Tornado Warning for Camden County and Nassau County, Florida. A rather large tornado was seen ripping trees apart, knocking over signs, ripping shingles off roofs, and knocking over semi trailers near I-95 and SPUR Route 40 near the Crooked River State Park. Eyewitness reports have seen U.S. Soldiers at the Kings Bay Atlantic Weapons Strategic Center in Saint Mary's running for cover inside nearby weapons hangers and buildings. The direction of the tornado is heading south at around 12 Miles per hour, and they expect it to reach St. Mary's by around 8:35, which is a good 5 minutes from now. So, I advise anybody living around the St. Mary's area, TAKE COVER NOW. Please stay tuned to WBRS for any new severe weather developments." The rain started letting up a little bit, allowing Tommy see a little farther ahead of him. "Damn, that sounds really bad." Suddenly, a bang came from the back of the van. "That wasn't thunder!" Tommy shouted. A Cuban Hermes came up to the side of the van, revealing the driver who was Umberto Robina, the Cuban gang leader. "Hey Tommy, you ain't getting that prize! I am!" and the car flew out ahead of him. A group of Cubans in a white Bobcat started punishing Tommy's van with an assault of Ruger bullets. "Shit!" Tommy screamed. Tommy took the MAC 10 and shot out the Right Front tire of the pickup. The truck couldn't handle a flat tire in the rain, and it spun out into the other lane of traffic and onto the shoulder. After he got out of sight of the truck, the Cuban Hermes of Umberto disappeared as well.
Umberto Robina shifted the Cuban Hermes through the rain into 5th Gear, pushing the high-powered Chevrolet Big Block engine up to 85 Miles per Hour. He was chewing on a cigar and listening to Tito Puente on his 8- Track, and dodging the traffic ahead of him. He nearly rammed a school bus full of kids off the road while passing it on the road. "Man, they think this is hard? I'm Umberto Robina, the unstoppable Cubano!" He downshifted the car into 4th, and quickly accelerated beside a milk tanker. He tried to cut the tanker off but as he turned in front of the tanker, the rear of the car hit the right fender and it sent it spinning. Umberto desperately tried to break on the slick pavement but it kept spinning through the lanes, through a wooden fence and into a cow pasture. "Damn!" He shouted. He cursed in Spanish and sat there.
"Hello, South Carolina." Tommy shouted in the van, passing into South Carolina. "We've gone far in a very short time" Ken stated. "Yes we have. We'll just keep driving until something turns up or if we're too tired to go on." Tommy said. Ken reached for the cassette player and shoved in a tape of Motley Crue. "Too Young To Fall In Love" started to play, and Phil, Tommy, and Ken started singing along with it.
Toni Cipriani sat in a plush leather chair in Momma's Restaurante watching a large television display of the Eastern Half of the United States. It was covered with several dots with numbers beside them. Ten dots were on display. Toni glanced at Tommy's number, 4, and saw it was in South Carolina. He also eyed Pastor Richards' number, 7, not so far behind Tommy. He figured this was going to be a tight race. He laughed and fell asleep on a couch.
Tommy looked outside the window of a Motel 6 that Phil, Ken, and he were staying in. The rain had let up some time ago, and the sun was setting. "Hey, Tommy, look at this!" Ken said, looking at the TV. It was showing tape of a devastated military base. "Shit, that's the Kings Bay Weapons Center." Phil gasped. "Reports are saying that 12 people died in the tornado, an F4 recorded on the Fujita scale. The governor of Georgia is heading to this area tomorrow to look at the damage. The tornado reportedly started near the Crooked River State Park, where some picnickers saw a circulation in the atmosphere, the wind was picking up, and dust was kicking up. The tornado headed south, ripping forestland apart into it blew down some ammunition warehouses, weapons hangers, and the main office building of the Kings Bay Atlantic Strategic Weapons Center in St. Mary's. Several soldiers were killed when the hanger they were hiding in collapsed in on them. The tornado headed more south, sideswiping St. Mary's, where the twister collapsed every home in its path, tore trees out of the ground, and flipped cars. 9 People were killed when a tree fell on top of a Charter Van headed for the Florida Visitor's Center. The tornado died out over the St. Mary's river. The storm system that spawned the tornado is heading south, losing its punch along the way."
Tommy sighed and shook his head. "Man that could have been us." Ken said. "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep." Tommy said. He took off his pants and crept into bed, immediately falling asleep. Phil shrugged and got into bed as well. "Im going out, see ya." Ken said, grabbing the keys to the van, the spare card key, and walked out. Ken checked the GPS to see if anything was good to go to, but there wasn't. He walked to the main office, and asked for the yellow pages. He sat down, and started looking; He saw something that really caught his eye
"Rebel Yell Strip Club - The Best Girls in South Carolina" 18795 SW 95 Street, Walterboro
He left the yellow pages on the seat, ran to the van, and started to drive to that address.
Pastor Richards sat in a White Infernus, eyeing Ken Rosenberg through the window running from the office, into the van, and pull onto the street. He started to tail him. He had something on his mind.
Ken arrived in the strip joint, with a wallet packed with greens. He was planning to have the best time of his life, more then the times when he got wasted and laid in Law School. He was strolling up to the door, when a figure grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him into the darkness. Ken tried to scream, but his mouth was covered. "You know that this place is a sin house, son?" the figure said quietly. The figure pulled him against a tree, and started working his face with brass knuckles. His jaw broke, a tooth was knocked out, and his bottom lip split, spewing blood. He was barely conscious. "That prize is mine, son, and tell your little friends that too." He pulled out a Colt Python, and pistol whipped his face, sending Ken to the ground. Ken saw the figure once more heading to a white sports car before his mind and his consciousness faded into black.
Tommy woke with a start. A thunderstorm was occurring outside the van and a loud crash of thunder woke him. He was pissed because he was dreaming about when Mercedes and he met the first time on Colonel Cortez's boat. How she introduced them to Vice City's high rollers---one of them he killed later on, Ricardo Diaz---how Mercedes came on to him like that all playfully, and how she called him handsome when she strutted into the Pole Position club. "God, I love that woman." Tommy said silently. Rosenberg woke up by another loud clap of thunder. "AHH, OH MY---"Ken screamed and waking Phil up. "Damnit, boy, with your nightmares." Phil complained. "Hey Tommy, grab us some munchies from the machines outside, man." Ken asked. "Screw that, its raining." Tommy countered. "GO!" Ken and Phil screamed. "Fine, you little pricks." Tommy said sarcastically. He got out of the car and went to the Rest Area overhang where the snack machines were, getting half wet while running over her. Suddenly, the lights in the overhang shut off and a bright lightning flash followed. Tommy tried getting his quarters back but the power was out. "Damnit!" Tommy shouted through the loud thunderclap and he kicked the soda machine. Tommy ran back to the van, now fully wet, and got into the driver's seat. Tommy turned on the engine and pulled out of the rest area and kept heading north on the Interstate.
Over near the St. Mary's River, a group of clouds started circulating and started kicking up dirt and gravel around the area. The trees started swaying around faster then they were. Then the sirens started sounding.
Already passing through the Brunswick area, a good 20 miles from the rest stop they slept out, the rain and winds were picking up and the visibility was dropping. "Tommy, man, turn on the radio. There's got to be some reports on this weather." Ken said. "Phil, turn it on. I got to keep my eyes on the road before we slam into the back of a tractor trailer." Phil reached for the tuning knob, and started trying to get a signal. He tuned into a rock station, and Blue Oyster Cult was finishing up "Burnin' for You". "Hey, this is WBRS, Brunswick's leading Rock station and the best Rock station in Southeast Georgia! I'm Uncle Jim and this is the super rocking Breakfast Request Hour, we'll be taking your calls soon. Wait a second here, folks." DJ Uncle Jim said as paper shuffled in the background. "Uhh, the National Weather Service in Jacksonville as just issued a Tornado Warning for Camden County and Nassau County, Florida. A rather large tornado was seen ripping trees apart, knocking over signs, ripping shingles off roofs, and knocking over semi trailers near I-95 and SPUR Route 40 near the Crooked River State Park. Eyewitness reports have seen U.S. Soldiers at the Kings Bay Atlantic Weapons Strategic Center in Saint Mary's running for cover inside nearby weapons hangers and buildings. The direction of the tornado is heading south at around 12 Miles per hour, and they expect it to reach St. Mary's by around 8:35, which is a good 5 minutes from now. So, I advise anybody living around the St. Mary's area, TAKE COVER NOW. Please stay tuned to WBRS for any new severe weather developments." The rain started letting up a little bit, allowing Tommy see a little farther ahead of him. "Damn, that sounds really bad." Suddenly, a bang came from the back of the van. "That wasn't thunder!" Tommy shouted. A Cuban Hermes came up to the side of the van, revealing the driver who was Umberto Robina, the Cuban gang leader. "Hey Tommy, you ain't getting that prize! I am!" and the car flew out ahead of him. A group of Cubans in a white Bobcat started punishing Tommy's van with an assault of Ruger bullets. "Shit!" Tommy screamed. Tommy took the MAC 10 and shot out the Right Front tire of the pickup. The truck couldn't handle a flat tire in the rain, and it spun out into the other lane of traffic and onto the shoulder. After he got out of sight of the truck, the Cuban Hermes of Umberto disappeared as well.
Umberto Robina shifted the Cuban Hermes through the rain into 5th Gear, pushing the high-powered Chevrolet Big Block engine up to 85 Miles per Hour. He was chewing on a cigar and listening to Tito Puente on his 8- Track, and dodging the traffic ahead of him. He nearly rammed a school bus full of kids off the road while passing it on the road. "Man, they think this is hard? I'm Umberto Robina, the unstoppable Cubano!" He downshifted the car into 4th, and quickly accelerated beside a milk tanker. He tried to cut the tanker off but as he turned in front of the tanker, the rear of the car hit the right fender and it sent it spinning. Umberto desperately tried to break on the slick pavement but it kept spinning through the lanes, through a wooden fence and into a cow pasture. "Damn!" He shouted. He cursed in Spanish and sat there.
"Hello, South Carolina." Tommy shouted in the van, passing into South Carolina. "We've gone far in a very short time" Ken stated. "Yes we have. We'll just keep driving until something turns up or if we're too tired to go on." Tommy said. Ken reached for the cassette player and shoved in a tape of Motley Crue. "Too Young To Fall In Love" started to play, and Phil, Tommy, and Ken started singing along with it.
Toni Cipriani sat in a plush leather chair in Momma's Restaurante watching a large television display of the Eastern Half of the United States. It was covered with several dots with numbers beside them. Ten dots were on display. Toni glanced at Tommy's number, 4, and saw it was in South Carolina. He also eyed Pastor Richards' number, 7, not so far behind Tommy. He figured this was going to be a tight race. He laughed and fell asleep on a couch.
Tommy looked outside the window of a Motel 6 that Phil, Ken, and he were staying in. The rain had let up some time ago, and the sun was setting. "Hey, Tommy, look at this!" Ken said, looking at the TV. It was showing tape of a devastated military base. "Shit, that's the Kings Bay Weapons Center." Phil gasped. "Reports are saying that 12 people died in the tornado, an F4 recorded on the Fujita scale. The governor of Georgia is heading to this area tomorrow to look at the damage. The tornado reportedly started near the Crooked River State Park, where some picnickers saw a circulation in the atmosphere, the wind was picking up, and dust was kicking up. The tornado headed south, ripping forestland apart into it blew down some ammunition warehouses, weapons hangers, and the main office building of the Kings Bay Atlantic Strategic Weapons Center in St. Mary's. Several soldiers were killed when the hanger they were hiding in collapsed in on them. The tornado headed more south, sideswiping St. Mary's, where the twister collapsed every home in its path, tore trees out of the ground, and flipped cars. 9 People were killed when a tree fell on top of a Charter Van headed for the Florida Visitor's Center. The tornado died out over the St. Mary's river. The storm system that spawned the tornado is heading south, losing its punch along the way."
Tommy sighed and shook his head. "Man that could have been us." Ken said. "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep." Tommy said. He took off his pants and crept into bed, immediately falling asleep. Phil shrugged and got into bed as well. "Im going out, see ya." Ken said, grabbing the keys to the van, the spare card key, and walked out. Ken checked the GPS to see if anything was good to go to, but there wasn't. He walked to the main office, and asked for the yellow pages. He sat down, and started looking; He saw something that really caught his eye
"Rebel Yell Strip Club - The Best Girls in South Carolina" 18795 SW 95 Street, Walterboro
He left the yellow pages on the seat, ran to the van, and started to drive to that address.
Pastor Richards sat in a White Infernus, eyeing Ken Rosenberg through the window running from the office, into the van, and pull onto the street. He started to tail him. He had something on his mind.
Ken arrived in the strip joint, with a wallet packed with greens. He was planning to have the best time of his life, more then the times when he got wasted and laid in Law School. He was strolling up to the door, when a figure grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him into the darkness. Ken tried to scream, but his mouth was covered. "You know that this place is a sin house, son?" the figure said quietly. The figure pulled him against a tree, and started working his face with brass knuckles. His jaw broke, a tooth was knocked out, and his bottom lip split, spewing blood. He was barely conscious. "That prize is mine, son, and tell your little friends that too." He pulled out a Colt Python, and pistol whipped his face, sending Ken to the ground. Ken saw the figure once more heading to a white sports car before his mind and his consciousness faded into black.
