Road Trip Chapter 6
"Fly By Night"
2 helicopters glided through the crisp South Carolina night sky. One was piloted by Avery Carrington; the other was an associate of his. He saw the Charleston International Airport ahead of him. He radioed the tower "Charleston Approach, this is AC 2036 and 2038, Requesting Touch and Go landing on Helipads 1-C and 1-D, over." A noise crackled on the other side "AC 2036-2038, you are cleared for touch and go at Heliports 1-C and 1-D. Over." The two helicopters descended rapidly to two lighted helipads over near the Baggage Terminal. A van and 3 figures wait for them.
Tommy shielded his eyes as the helicopters landed on the dusty helipad. Avery Carrington walked out and screamed to Tommy above the helicopter whirring "HELLO, SON!" Tommy waved and summoned him to come down. The associate landed on the helipad beside Avery's helicopter, and he went to refuel the helicopters.
"By Golly, Ken, you look terrible!" Avery said. Ken gave him the finger and rubbed his jaw. "You're lucky I'm bandaged up, because if I weren't, I would just have to shove your wrinkled prune ass into the helicopter blades." Ken said moody, disgustedly, sternly. Avery backed up. "Um, Avery, Ken is pretty damn pissed ever since he got beaten up. I don't think you should insult him. He needs a good steak and a bed when he gets back to Vice City." Avery nodded. "And that's what he's going to get, right?" Avery said reassuringly to a moody Ken. Ken smiled weakly. Phil closed the van doors. "Well, that's everything. I'm going to do the honors, stand back." Phil informed. The group stood back. "AC 2036-2038, heliports need to be cleared, please move swiftly, Over." The Charleston Tower informed. The associate ran out and shouted "It's time to move! In the helicopters now!" The associate started up the helicopter that Avery and Ken were returning in. Avery handed over the keys to the other helicopter to Tommy. "Thanks, Tommy." Ken said. Tommy patted his shoulder and said "It's no problem Ken." Ken smiled broadly and headed to the helicopter. Avery and Ken waived a final goodbye and loaded into the helicopter. It ascended into the air and headed south, to their own destination.
Vice City, where him and Phil should be right now.
Tommy proceeded to the helicopter, and Phil came running. "Let's move!" he shouted. Phil ducked into the chopper, and Tommy followed. He turned on the ignition, when the van exploded into a huge ball of fire and pieces of sheet metal were flying. Tommy ascended in the air and took off without permission from Air Traffic Control.
Toni Cipriani, happily enjoying a poker game with Angelo, a friend of his, was interrupted by an alert of the contestant board. He clicked it on, and he was notified that Number 4's GPS had been terminated. He zoomed into Tommy's last recorded position, which was just a little bit north of Charleston, South Carolina. He zoomed in more, revealing the last recorded place.
Charleston International Airport.
"THAT DIRTY, CHEATING, LOW-LIFE SON OF A BITCH!" Toni screamed. Angelo stared at him. "We playing here or what?" Angelo asked. "GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE, ANGELO!" Toni spat at him. Angelo boomed out of the office, cursing a bit. Toni came to his senses.
Whoever got here first wins the prize, no questions asked.
Toni laughed at himself for his anger, and sat down and lit up a cigar. Suddenly, 2 men come bursting through the door brandishing TEC-9s. Toni put his hands up. A big-boned man in a cheap purple suit came in with a Spas-12 Shotgun. "Who the hell are you?" Toni demanded.
"Forelli. Mike 'Lips' Forelli. Punk."
Toni gasped at the sight of his visitor. "I heard you had one of our former boys in some little competition you're having. Well, that former boy killed our last don. You knew Sonny Forelli, didn't you? You guys were good pals until about '85, when that car bomb exploded in front of Marco's Bistro killing some of our guys. Boy, I tell you, Sonny was mad when that happened." Mike Forelli rambled on. Toni waited impatiently. "Well, anyways, the guy's name is Vercetti. Trust me, if he gets here and leaves alive, you'll end up 200 feet down into Portland Harbor, you hear me?" Mike Forelli shoved his shotgun in Toni's face and walked out.
Christ, Toni thought.
Tommy glided the helicopter smoothly through the crisp North Carolina night sky. It was a nifty machine, with a wine cooler in the back and wood finishing on the dashboard. No radio unfortunately like in the van. That was the only thing Tommy and Phil were angry about. More or less they were blowing the competition away. If they kept traveling through the night without stopping they would be in Liberty by morning. Which they were exactly going to do. They saw highways, lights, forests, hills, lakes. It was a beautiful scene, even at night. All Phil and Tommy knew that they won.
A Blue and White Maverick landed on the Escobar International Airport heliport. Ken, Avery, and the associate were keeping watch. Nothing seemed wrong, so they got out of the helicopter. Before they knew it, they were surrounded by Police brandishing Uzi Semi-Automatics.
"You're coming with us." An officer said. That was all they said, and they were taken off the helipad and into a back of a police van, and rushed off to see what's next.
Fleets of Mafia Sentinels and a Burrito, holding Toni Cipriani, were on the bridge heading over to Shoreside Vale. Signs brandished a new "lift bridge" project were placed on the sides of the roads. A group of 20 Mafia Sentinels, no more no less, drove into the road that entered the runways and hangers. The Burrito blasted ahead, busting the gate and allowing entry to the airport. 5 Mafia Sentinels were nowhere to be found, back guarding the road into the hangers and parking lot and several were stationed on a hill near the bridge and the Porter Tunnel. The group broke up more; several cars went over to the runways and the terminals. 4 Mafia Sentinels and the Burrito drove up to the heliport. And they waited, while Toni Cipriani, a tough man known by others, was praying for his life in the back of a dark van.
Tomorrow Morning was going to decide it all.
2 helicopters glided through the crisp South Carolina night sky. One was piloted by Avery Carrington; the other was an associate of his. He saw the Charleston International Airport ahead of him. He radioed the tower "Charleston Approach, this is AC 2036 and 2038, Requesting Touch and Go landing on Helipads 1-C and 1-D, over." A noise crackled on the other side "AC 2036-2038, you are cleared for touch and go at Heliports 1-C and 1-D. Over." The two helicopters descended rapidly to two lighted helipads over near the Baggage Terminal. A van and 3 figures wait for them.
Tommy shielded his eyes as the helicopters landed on the dusty helipad. Avery Carrington walked out and screamed to Tommy above the helicopter whirring "HELLO, SON!" Tommy waved and summoned him to come down. The associate landed on the helipad beside Avery's helicopter, and he went to refuel the helicopters.
"By Golly, Ken, you look terrible!" Avery said. Ken gave him the finger and rubbed his jaw. "You're lucky I'm bandaged up, because if I weren't, I would just have to shove your wrinkled prune ass into the helicopter blades." Ken said moody, disgustedly, sternly. Avery backed up. "Um, Avery, Ken is pretty damn pissed ever since he got beaten up. I don't think you should insult him. He needs a good steak and a bed when he gets back to Vice City." Avery nodded. "And that's what he's going to get, right?" Avery said reassuringly to a moody Ken. Ken smiled weakly. Phil closed the van doors. "Well, that's everything. I'm going to do the honors, stand back." Phil informed. The group stood back. "AC 2036-2038, heliports need to be cleared, please move swiftly, Over." The Charleston Tower informed. The associate ran out and shouted "It's time to move! In the helicopters now!" The associate started up the helicopter that Avery and Ken were returning in. Avery handed over the keys to the other helicopter to Tommy. "Thanks, Tommy." Ken said. Tommy patted his shoulder and said "It's no problem Ken." Ken smiled broadly and headed to the helicopter. Avery and Ken waived a final goodbye and loaded into the helicopter. It ascended into the air and headed south, to their own destination.
Vice City, where him and Phil should be right now.
Tommy proceeded to the helicopter, and Phil came running. "Let's move!" he shouted. Phil ducked into the chopper, and Tommy followed. He turned on the ignition, when the van exploded into a huge ball of fire and pieces of sheet metal were flying. Tommy ascended in the air and took off without permission from Air Traffic Control.
Toni Cipriani, happily enjoying a poker game with Angelo, a friend of his, was interrupted by an alert of the contestant board. He clicked it on, and he was notified that Number 4's GPS had been terminated. He zoomed into Tommy's last recorded position, which was just a little bit north of Charleston, South Carolina. He zoomed in more, revealing the last recorded place.
Charleston International Airport.
"THAT DIRTY, CHEATING, LOW-LIFE SON OF A BITCH!" Toni screamed. Angelo stared at him. "We playing here or what?" Angelo asked. "GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE, ANGELO!" Toni spat at him. Angelo boomed out of the office, cursing a bit. Toni came to his senses.
Whoever got here first wins the prize, no questions asked.
Toni laughed at himself for his anger, and sat down and lit up a cigar. Suddenly, 2 men come bursting through the door brandishing TEC-9s. Toni put his hands up. A big-boned man in a cheap purple suit came in with a Spas-12 Shotgun. "Who the hell are you?" Toni demanded.
"Forelli. Mike 'Lips' Forelli. Punk."
Toni gasped at the sight of his visitor. "I heard you had one of our former boys in some little competition you're having. Well, that former boy killed our last don. You knew Sonny Forelli, didn't you? You guys were good pals until about '85, when that car bomb exploded in front of Marco's Bistro killing some of our guys. Boy, I tell you, Sonny was mad when that happened." Mike Forelli rambled on. Toni waited impatiently. "Well, anyways, the guy's name is Vercetti. Trust me, if he gets here and leaves alive, you'll end up 200 feet down into Portland Harbor, you hear me?" Mike Forelli shoved his shotgun in Toni's face and walked out.
Christ, Toni thought.
Tommy glided the helicopter smoothly through the crisp North Carolina night sky. It was a nifty machine, with a wine cooler in the back and wood finishing on the dashboard. No radio unfortunately like in the van. That was the only thing Tommy and Phil were angry about. More or less they were blowing the competition away. If they kept traveling through the night without stopping they would be in Liberty by morning. Which they were exactly going to do. They saw highways, lights, forests, hills, lakes. It was a beautiful scene, even at night. All Phil and Tommy knew that they won.
A Blue and White Maverick landed on the Escobar International Airport heliport. Ken, Avery, and the associate were keeping watch. Nothing seemed wrong, so they got out of the helicopter. Before they knew it, they were surrounded by Police brandishing Uzi Semi-Automatics.
"You're coming with us." An officer said. That was all they said, and they were taken off the helipad and into a back of a police van, and rushed off to see what's next.
Fleets of Mafia Sentinels and a Burrito, holding Toni Cipriani, were on the bridge heading over to Shoreside Vale. Signs brandished a new "lift bridge" project were placed on the sides of the roads. A group of 20 Mafia Sentinels, no more no less, drove into the road that entered the runways and hangers. The Burrito blasted ahead, busting the gate and allowing entry to the airport. 5 Mafia Sentinels were nowhere to be found, back guarding the road into the hangers and parking lot and several were stationed on a hill near the bridge and the Porter Tunnel. The group broke up more; several cars went over to the runways and the terminals. 4 Mafia Sentinels and the Burrito drove up to the heliport. And they waited, while Toni Cipriani, a tough man known by others, was praying for his life in the back of a dark van.
Tomorrow Morning was going to decide it all.
