Road Trip Chapter 7
"I Ran"
"I'm not telling you anything, you prick!" Ken screamed inside a police interrogation room. An officer held a gun to his head. "Boy, I swear to Jesus Christ, if you don't give me some information I'm going to fill your ass full of lead, do you fucking hear me?" the policeman said sternly. "Bite me, you son of a bitch." Ken spat at his face. "Get him the hell outta here, I've had enough of this bastard!" the officer screamed. Two SWAT Team members rushed in and dragged Ken out. "That's right, man; you won't get a god damn word out of me! HAHAHA!!!" Ken laughed deliriously.
The sun was rising over the horizon. Welcome to Liberty City, brandished billboards that Tommy and Phil could see from down below. Tommy could remember the damp, sad, murky feeling of Portland; the 9-to-5 lifestyle of Staunton Island with Cartel and the Jamaicans screaming at each other for some kind of new party drug, SPANK or something. And lastly, the rich feeling of Shoreside Vale, with houses built on hills. If it were California, not New York, those houses would have already been crashed to the ground.
They were nearing the airport. Tommy radioed the tower. "Francis Tower, Requesting Full Stop Landing on Heliport 1, Over." There was no reply from the tower. "Hello, Francis Tower, do you copy?" still no reply. "The hell with this." Tommy descended the Maverick towards the heliport on the Southside of the airport. It landed with a thud, and then Tommy turned off the ignition. "Come on, let's get ready." Phil and Tommy proceeded out of the chopper and got some bags out.
A Mafia Sniper was stationed on the security building across from the helipad. He kept a close aim on Tommy. Several Mafia Gunners joined the sniper. They cocked their weapons and kept a close aim on Phil and Tommy. Tommy heard the weapons cocking, and he whispered to Phil "Get some weapons out, good ones, we have company." Phil proceeded inside the chopper and got out 2 Silver suitcases. Phil handed Tommy a Colt M4 Assault Rifle, an Uzi Semi Automatic, and a Colt Python. Phil had the M60 he used a few days ago back in Florida and a Military-Issued MP5.
"COME AND GET US, YOU PUSSYS!" Tommy shouted. Almost instantly, the helipad was being showered with bullets. Tommy and Phil ducked behind the Maverick, which was taking heavy assault by the enemy fire. Phil spotted the gunners. "THEY LOOK LIKE MAFIOSO!" Phil shouted above the noise. Tommy stopped all movement and was cold in his tracks.
The Forellis were among them.
Tommy then quickly jumped into action. He got under the Maverick with Phil, and started popping heads. He got several gunners, their guns falling to the floor and their bodies falling off the building. One gunner was furious beyond sanity. He jumped off the roof and was proceeding up the helipad steps. Phil grasped his M60 and put a bullet in his chest, and he collapsed to the ground. Tommy got from under the helicopter to take another look around. They seemed all gone. Tommy grabbed a few suitcases and went downstairs near some police helicopters. Phil spotted a black Burrito that was shaking and there was screaming inside. Tommy and Phil ducked under the doors. Phil kicked the door in, and what Tommy and Phil saw would never leave their minds.
Toni Cipriani was being sexually assaulted by 2 Forelli Mafioso. "Oh, my god, Jesus, you sick demented bastards!" Tommy screamed at the mafia members assaulting Toni. They turned around, and grabbed their guns. Phil and Tommy were already grasping their Semi-Automatics. They put 4 bullets into the mafia members' chests. Toni came out grasping his pants. "Ugh, thanks you guys. I thought I was going to be gay before noon, but then holy hell, you guys showed up." Toni coughed and zipped up his pants. "We got to get to your place, Toni. Where is it?" Tommy said softly, but demanding. "Ugh.it's in Portland. The Forellis are everywhere. You got to be careful." Toni said. "Alright, lets move." Phil said. "Phil, keep guard." Tommy said. Tommy and Toni were up front together. Tommy turned on the engine and sped off. Out of nowhere, a Mafia Sniper came out with a Ruger and started shooting at the van. Phil took his MP5 and shot at the Sniper, but he missed. A Mafia Sentinel came up near the sniper, he got in, and the car started chasing after the Burrito.
Tommy pushed on the accelerator and kept going faster, trying to get away from his new companion. Phil kept shooting at the chaser, but it swerved every time bullets were being sent at it. Tommy busted through the gate and was headed for the entrance road. Suddenly, a Mafia Sentinel pulled in front of them. Tommy slammed on the brakes, but it still hit the Mafia Sentinel. The Mafia Sentinel chasing them stopped behind them sideways, so they were boxed in. Tommy took out the Colt M4, put it on the dashboard, and shot the Mafia Sentinel in front of them through a broken windshield. The driver and the passenger was shot, there was blood all over the inside of the car. Tommy gunned the engine and tore away from the road block. He turned onto the main road and onto the bridge, when two Mafioso pulled in the path of the Burrito. He crashed into the barricade and kept on going.
Meanwhile, in Vice City.
Mercedes Cortez, Kent Paul, Ken Rosenberg, and Earnest Kelly were sitting in the recreation room on the Vercetti Estate watching a big screen TV.
Mafia War in Liberty City, it reported.
"We're getting reports from our Liberty City Wire Services that 3 men, one recorded as the infamous Thomas Vercetti from Vice City, are being hunted by the Forelli Mafioso based in Portland, a municipality of Liberty City. Police reports claim that 34 Civilian Lives have already been taken in Shoreside Vale and Staunton Island by the Forellis. The wave of destruction hasn't been reported yet in Portland, but there are reports from inner-city tabloid reporters that there is gang shootouts around 8 Ball's Auto Yard in Harwood and Luigi's Sex Club 7 in the Red Light District. VCN will keep all the latest updates for you when they come in. Now back to our Vice News Network Simulcast."
Ken Rosenberg paced around the room, anxious. "I-I shouldn't have left my friends up there." Ken stammered. "Aw, hell, you nuttah, you would've peed your trousers once too many times, am I wight, fellas? Awrighty then!" Kent Paul said. "Now calm down, both of you." Avery said. Avery paced back and forward. "Earnest, how's the counterfeiting going along?" Mercedes asked. "Hey, Mercedes, that's a great idea!" Avery pointed at her. "We can bribe the Forellis using the Print Works' counterfeit money!" Avery said. Mercedes giggled and said "I'm good for a few ideas sometimes."
Kent and Mercedes were ransacking Tommy's office. "I know there's got to be some kind of contact to the Forellis, man!" Mercedes complained. Mercedes bent over to look inside a lower filing cabinet. Kent Paul paused to look at Mercedes' butt. "Mmm, bloody brilliant, sweetheart." Kent said lowly, but a little too loud for a whisper. Mercedes look behind her to see Kent Paul in a trance. "I'm sorry to say it, Paul, but this ass is Tommy's so back off." Mercedes nudged a heel of her wild pink sandals and dug them into Paul's chest. Paul woke from his daydream. "Awight, it's your loss, mate." Kent Paul said.
Mercedes pulled out a thick red book labeled 'contacts'. "Found it!" Mercedes shouted. She laid it on the desk and started flipping through the pages. "Let's see here. Business, Personal, Friends, Acquaintances.OK, here we go, Mafia." Mercedes scanned the page with her finger. "Forelli, Forelli, Forelli..." she mumbled. "There it is, Forelli. Write this down Paul, (212) 374-9737." Paul scribbled the number down. Mercedes put the Contact Book away and they ran out of the office.
Coming back to Liberty City.
Tommy, Phil and Toni were holed up on top of the Multi-Story Car Park near the Staunton Plaza construction site. The Forellis were on the street below, circling below. Toni and Tommy blocked the entrances by using a lot of cars while Phil killed any Mafioso that tried to get them. They killed at least 20 guys, at least. "I lost my count." Phil later stated. Toni, Tommy, and Phil were bored out of their minds, sitting on the top floor of the garage.
"I'm bored." Toni said. "I am too, shut the hell up." Tommy said annoyed. "I'm going to blow up more Mafioso." Phil said. "Hey, that sounds like fun, I never thought of that!" Tommy said sarcastically, grabbing the Colt M4 assault rifle while Phil has the M60. "Hey, Toni, come join us." Tommy said. Phil shot at some Mafia Sentinels, blowing them up. Forelli Mafioso's shot at them, but Tommy took them out. More guys down, more cars out of commission. Next thing they knew, nobody was watching. "You guys want to leave? I'm starving." Toni said. "Sure, I'm tired too." Phil said. "OK, we can head two your place." Tommy said, and they went towards the van, then Tommy's phone rang.
"Damn, I forgot I had this." Tommy said and grasped his phone and clicked 'Talk'.
"Tommy?" "Mercedes?" "Hi! We saw you on TV, are you OK? Ken and Paul are here." "Yeah, Mercedes, we're OK. We're heading over to Toni's Restaurant right now." "Well, we called the Forellis up there." "YOU DID?!" "Yeah, Earnest over at the Print Works is printing out some phony money to bribe them from your capture." "Wow, Mercedes, that's a great idea! You think it'll work?" "We're hoping. Listen, I got to go, we're on the next flight up there." "OK, I'll see you later then." "Watch your back, sweetie." Kent Paul was heard laughing in the background. "Slap Paul for me. Bye, Mercedes."
He clicked the phone off. "We have some backup." Tommy reported.
"I'm not telling you anything, you prick!" Ken screamed inside a police interrogation room. An officer held a gun to his head. "Boy, I swear to Jesus Christ, if you don't give me some information I'm going to fill your ass full of lead, do you fucking hear me?" the policeman said sternly. "Bite me, you son of a bitch." Ken spat at his face. "Get him the hell outta here, I've had enough of this bastard!" the officer screamed. Two SWAT Team members rushed in and dragged Ken out. "That's right, man; you won't get a god damn word out of me! HAHAHA!!!" Ken laughed deliriously.
The sun was rising over the horizon. Welcome to Liberty City, brandished billboards that Tommy and Phil could see from down below. Tommy could remember the damp, sad, murky feeling of Portland; the 9-to-5 lifestyle of Staunton Island with Cartel and the Jamaicans screaming at each other for some kind of new party drug, SPANK or something. And lastly, the rich feeling of Shoreside Vale, with houses built on hills. If it were California, not New York, those houses would have already been crashed to the ground.
They were nearing the airport. Tommy radioed the tower. "Francis Tower, Requesting Full Stop Landing on Heliport 1, Over." There was no reply from the tower. "Hello, Francis Tower, do you copy?" still no reply. "The hell with this." Tommy descended the Maverick towards the heliport on the Southside of the airport. It landed with a thud, and then Tommy turned off the ignition. "Come on, let's get ready." Phil and Tommy proceeded out of the chopper and got some bags out.
A Mafia Sniper was stationed on the security building across from the helipad. He kept a close aim on Tommy. Several Mafia Gunners joined the sniper. They cocked their weapons and kept a close aim on Phil and Tommy. Tommy heard the weapons cocking, and he whispered to Phil "Get some weapons out, good ones, we have company." Phil proceeded inside the chopper and got out 2 Silver suitcases. Phil handed Tommy a Colt M4 Assault Rifle, an Uzi Semi Automatic, and a Colt Python. Phil had the M60 he used a few days ago back in Florida and a Military-Issued MP5.
"COME AND GET US, YOU PUSSYS!" Tommy shouted. Almost instantly, the helipad was being showered with bullets. Tommy and Phil ducked behind the Maverick, which was taking heavy assault by the enemy fire. Phil spotted the gunners. "THEY LOOK LIKE MAFIOSO!" Phil shouted above the noise. Tommy stopped all movement and was cold in his tracks.
The Forellis were among them.
Tommy then quickly jumped into action. He got under the Maverick with Phil, and started popping heads. He got several gunners, their guns falling to the floor and their bodies falling off the building. One gunner was furious beyond sanity. He jumped off the roof and was proceeding up the helipad steps. Phil grasped his M60 and put a bullet in his chest, and he collapsed to the ground. Tommy got from under the helicopter to take another look around. They seemed all gone. Tommy grabbed a few suitcases and went downstairs near some police helicopters. Phil spotted a black Burrito that was shaking and there was screaming inside. Tommy and Phil ducked under the doors. Phil kicked the door in, and what Tommy and Phil saw would never leave their minds.
Toni Cipriani was being sexually assaulted by 2 Forelli Mafioso. "Oh, my god, Jesus, you sick demented bastards!" Tommy screamed at the mafia members assaulting Toni. They turned around, and grabbed their guns. Phil and Tommy were already grasping their Semi-Automatics. They put 4 bullets into the mafia members' chests. Toni came out grasping his pants. "Ugh, thanks you guys. I thought I was going to be gay before noon, but then holy hell, you guys showed up." Toni coughed and zipped up his pants. "We got to get to your place, Toni. Where is it?" Tommy said softly, but demanding. "Ugh.it's in Portland. The Forellis are everywhere. You got to be careful." Toni said. "Alright, lets move." Phil said. "Phil, keep guard." Tommy said. Tommy and Toni were up front together. Tommy turned on the engine and sped off. Out of nowhere, a Mafia Sniper came out with a Ruger and started shooting at the van. Phil took his MP5 and shot at the Sniper, but he missed. A Mafia Sentinel came up near the sniper, he got in, and the car started chasing after the Burrito.
Tommy pushed on the accelerator and kept going faster, trying to get away from his new companion. Phil kept shooting at the chaser, but it swerved every time bullets were being sent at it. Tommy busted through the gate and was headed for the entrance road. Suddenly, a Mafia Sentinel pulled in front of them. Tommy slammed on the brakes, but it still hit the Mafia Sentinel. The Mafia Sentinel chasing them stopped behind them sideways, so they were boxed in. Tommy took out the Colt M4, put it on the dashboard, and shot the Mafia Sentinel in front of them through a broken windshield. The driver and the passenger was shot, there was blood all over the inside of the car. Tommy gunned the engine and tore away from the road block. He turned onto the main road and onto the bridge, when two Mafioso pulled in the path of the Burrito. He crashed into the barricade and kept on going.
Meanwhile, in Vice City.
Mercedes Cortez, Kent Paul, Ken Rosenberg, and Earnest Kelly were sitting in the recreation room on the Vercetti Estate watching a big screen TV.
Mafia War in Liberty City, it reported.
"We're getting reports from our Liberty City Wire Services that 3 men, one recorded as the infamous Thomas Vercetti from Vice City, are being hunted by the Forelli Mafioso based in Portland, a municipality of Liberty City. Police reports claim that 34 Civilian Lives have already been taken in Shoreside Vale and Staunton Island by the Forellis. The wave of destruction hasn't been reported yet in Portland, but there are reports from inner-city tabloid reporters that there is gang shootouts around 8 Ball's Auto Yard in Harwood and Luigi's Sex Club 7 in the Red Light District. VCN will keep all the latest updates for you when they come in. Now back to our Vice News Network Simulcast."
Ken Rosenberg paced around the room, anxious. "I-I shouldn't have left my friends up there." Ken stammered. "Aw, hell, you nuttah, you would've peed your trousers once too many times, am I wight, fellas? Awrighty then!" Kent Paul said. "Now calm down, both of you." Avery said. Avery paced back and forward. "Earnest, how's the counterfeiting going along?" Mercedes asked. "Hey, Mercedes, that's a great idea!" Avery pointed at her. "We can bribe the Forellis using the Print Works' counterfeit money!" Avery said. Mercedes giggled and said "I'm good for a few ideas sometimes."
Kent and Mercedes were ransacking Tommy's office. "I know there's got to be some kind of contact to the Forellis, man!" Mercedes complained. Mercedes bent over to look inside a lower filing cabinet. Kent Paul paused to look at Mercedes' butt. "Mmm, bloody brilliant, sweetheart." Kent said lowly, but a little too loud for a whisper. Mercedes look behind her to see Kent Paul in a trance. "I'm sorry to say it, Paul, but this ass is Tommy's so back off." Mercedes nudged a heel of her wild pink sandals and dug them into Paul's chest. Paul woke from his daydream. "Awight, it's your loss, mate." Kent Paul said.
Mercedes pulled out a thick red book labeled 'contacts'. "Found it!" Mercedes shouted. She laid it on the desk and started flipping through the pages. "Let's see here. Business, Personal, Friends, Acquaintances.OK, here we go, Mafia." Mercedes scanned the page with her finger. "Forelli, Forelli, Forelli..." she mumbled. "There it is, Forelli. Write this down Paul, (212) 374-9737." Paul scribbled the number down. Mercedes put the Contact Book away and they ran out of the office.
Coming back to Liberty City.
Tommy, Phil and Toni were holed up on top of the Multi-Story Car Park near the Staunton Plaza construction site. The Forellis were on the street below, circling below. Toni and Tommy blocked the entrances by using a lot of cars while Phil killed any Mafioso that tried to get them. They killed at least 20 guys, at least. "I lost my count." Phil later stated. Toni, Tommy, and Phil were bored out of their minds, sitting on the top floor of the garage.
"I'm bored." Toni said. "I am too, shut the hell up." Tommy said annoyed. "I'm going to blow up more Mafioso." Phil said. "Hey, that sounds like fun, I never thought of that!" Tommy said sarcastically, grabbing the Colt M4 assault rifle while Phil has the M60. "Hey, Toni, come join us." Tommy said. Phil shot at some Mafia Sentinels, blowing them up. Forelli Mafioso's shot at them, but Tommy took them out. More guys down, more cars out of commission. Next thing they knew, nobody was watching. "You guys want to leave? I'm starving." Toni said. "Sure, I'm tired too." Phil said. "OK, we can head two your place." Tommy said, and they went towards the van, then Tommy's phone rang.
"Damn, I forgot I had this." Tommy said and grasped his phone and clicked 'Talk'.
"Tommy?" "Mercedes?" "Hi! We saw you on TV, are you OK? Ken and Paul are here." "Yeah, Mercedes, we're OK. We're heading over to Toni's Restaurant right now." "Well, we called the Forellis up there." "YOU DID?!" "Yeah, Earnest over at the Print Works is printing out some phony money to bribe them from your capture." "Wow, Mercedes, that's a great idea! You think it'll work?" "We're hoping. Listen, I got to go, we're on the next flight up there." "OK, I'll see you later then." "Watch your back, sweetie." Kent Paul was heard laughing in the background. "Slap Paul for me. Bye, Mercedes."
He clicked the phone off. "We have some backup." Tommy reported.
