Road Trip Chapter 8
"Magic Man"
2 Days Later...
"This is Marshall Williams reporting on a freighter on the waters outside of Liberty City. Liberty City Police, and New York and New Jersey Highway Patrol has deadlocked all access to Liberty City. Francis International Airport is planning to shut down after all flights have departed with evacuating citizens, but the Portland Docks will remain open until further notice. Sales at local Ammu-Nation stores and the Liberty Army Surplus have skyrocketed since the news first broke, and the government recently declared Martial Law for the entire Liberty City area. Bodies are showing left and right, and fires have raged through Downtown Liberty. See, can we get a look at it, Tom? Can we?"
The camera panned to a picture of south Staunton Island, showing Kenji's Casino, the Liberty Tree, and some small businesses ignited with a huge pyrocumulus cloud of smoke darkening up the skyline.
(A/N: Pyrocumulus Clouds are standard forest fire clouds. Search it, look at some photos.or think of the World Trade Center after it collapsed.)
"This obviously is a horrible time in Liberty City. For VCN News, I am Marshall Williams reporting." The camera shut off and the cameraman proceeded to place the camera back in its case. He gave the cameraman the microphone and turned to look at the skyline once more. A helicopter was approaching from the south, landing around central Portland. "Whatever. Let's get back to Vice City before I get shot." Marshall said and stretched.
A Blue Maverick with Yellow and Red Flame Decals landed in the Capitol Autos Parking Lot. A Mafia Sentinel was waiting outside. A Shaken Ken Rosenberg, Avery Carrington, and a rather more casually dressed Mercedes Cortez stepped out with 4 leather bags, containing several million dollars in phony cash. The air was filled with sounds of gunfire, police sirens and an explosion here and there. The group proceeded into the car and it rolled on to Marco's Bistro.
"What, sir.what do you mean, blow it up? Yeah, I know there's no self control in Portland right now, but, sir, you're out of your mind for doing this!...OK, fine." A man slammed a phone onto the receiver. He got up from his desk, and stormed down the hall. "Everyone, front and center, right now! Into the conference room!" He shouted through the halls. People stormed into the hallway following the man. They reached the conference room, the man set up the podium and the people sat down.
"Listen, everyone. The Secretary of Defense just called. He wants a bombing raid on the mafia territory in Portland, to stop this chaotic war on Liberty. It is 12 Noon right now. Bombers from the 29th Rogue Squadron based in New Jersey, will take off from Newark at 2200 Hours. The bombers will circle the area for visual reconnaissance until 2300 Hours, when the attack will take place. President Reagan, Vice President Bush, Congress, and the Joint Chiefs have all agreed on this proposal, which seemed to be thought of early this morning. So, everybody.call The Pentagon, upgrade to DEFCON 3. Call the Liberty City Police Department and the New York National Guard; tell them to evacuate as many Portland citizens as possible. Call the Liberty Port Authority, shut down Francis International and the Portland Docks. No ships, no flights, nothing. I want everything cleared. And, remember..DO NOT LET ANY OF THIS INFORMATION SLIP INTO THE PRESS, POLICE, AND ESPECIALLY THE MAFIA. If it does, I'll fire every single one of you. That is all. We have a busy day ahead of us." The man stepped off the podium and ran back to his office. "Connie, call the kitchen, tell them to brew lots of coffee, stat!" the man shouted. "Andy, call the armory, tell them to get New Jersey ready for tonight, and don't let those bastards try to stop us!" He stormed into his office and hid under the desk.
A Mafia Sentinel pulled into the small parking lot of the Bistro. The building was laced with men armed with shotguns and rugers. A mafia chauffer, Avery, Mercedes, and Ken got out, and walked upstairs to the Bistro. They walked into the door, the place laden with Pizza smell. "God, you guys still doing business even though Portland's dead?" Ken asked. Mercedes elbowed Ken, but then somebody came from a back office. "Well, we have to serve our own." Mike 'Lips' said. "Come on, we've been waiting." Mike said, and summoned the group in the room. In the corner, Tommy, Phil, and Toni were sitting in plastic lawn chairs with guns drawn to them. None of them were the slightest bit nervous. Mike sat down at his desk, and just stared at the group. Ken adjusted his tie every 3 seconds. Mike laughed.
"Ken, Ken, Ken.you haven't changed one bit since I last saw you! How've ya been?" Mike asked. Ken smirked, dropped his bag, and sat in a chair near Toni. "Avery." Mike mumbled. "Mike." Avery said back, and sat next to Ken. "Mercedes.how's your father?" Mercedes shook her head and sat on the floor next to Tommy, and held his hand. "Deangie, check the money." A hairy man came to the bags, opened them, and poured the money out of them. He checked the bills, put them up to a light, and put them up against a real $20. "God damn, these mofos may have robbed like, 250 banks to get all this money." Deangie said. "Hold on a second, that's real money?" Mike said, surprisingly. "What'd you think it was, counterfeit?" Tommy spat. Ken grinned, thinking about the break-in of the U.S. Mint a year ago, stealing an Intaglios Printing Press and authentic U.S. Plates. 2 of Vercetti's men volunteered to give themselves up to the government, being loaded with life sentences by being charged with Treason. "Jeez, Vercetti, you've changed." Mike said. "Now get the hell out of here kids, you bother me."
Avery, Ken, Mercedes, Phil, Toni, and Tommy filed out of the office and out of the Bistro. Phil rushed back in and stole a pizza pie. "Thanks for your time, fellas." Phil said and rushed back out. The 6 of them jumped into Tommy's Burrito, full of bullet holes, and headed for the Porter Tunnel.
"Deangie, hand me my U.S. Mint Counterfeiting Identification Guide. I have a funny feeling about this transaction." The hairy man handed him a booklet, and he turned to a page and read aloud 'A good way to spot a counterfeit is to burn the bill. The United States Mint uses an Indian Optic Transfer Ink, a black color. Only the U.S. Government gets these kinds of inks. Burn the bill with an open flame to see if it is authentic. The most common counterfeit ink used is Red.' Mike grabbed a lighter and on of Vercetti's $20 bills. He ignited the bill, and it burned a violet-purple color. Mike dropped the lighter, and his eyes twitched. "People never change.Deangie, get the guys ready. Look out for Vercetti and all of his friends. Shoot to kill, I want them dead." The hairy man walked outside of the office, and spoke Italian to the men in the room.
Tommy and Mercedes were lodged in a corner making out as the van twisted and turned through the chaotic, bloody, and hazy Portland streets. It was sunset, and they have been driving for a long time since there were debris and road blocks and traffic jams everywhere. Toni drove and Phil kept guard on the passenger side seat. Ken and Avery watched blankly at Mercedes and Tommy slobbering all over each other. "I'm next." Ken said. Avery chuckled, and Tommy gave Ken the finger. Toni stopped at a red light in Chinatown. "We are lost." Toni said, point blank. "Where the hell are the Triads?" Phil questioned Toni. "Probably ran; Little Chinese sissies." Phil laughed and sat back. A Mafia Sentinel drove up next to them and the driver eyed Phil. The driver saw Phil unarmed, and nodded his head incoherently. A Mafia Sentinel and a Patriot pulled from around the corner and boxed in Tommy's Burrito. "What the hell?" Toni said. They saw Mafia gunmen drawn with TEC-9s get out and point at the van. "PUNCH IT!" Phil shouted. Toni slammed on the accelerator and tore through the road block, damaging the van even more. The gunmen fired all their guns at the back of the van and fired. Bullets ripped through the chassis, barley missing Tommy and Mercedes. "FUCK!" Tommy shouted. Mercedes got in a corner and hid under some cases. Tommy got out an M60 and the MAC 10. He handed Toni a Colt Python, and handed Phil a Colt M4 Assault Rifle. Finally, he gave a Colt 45 to Ken. "I can't, Tommy." "JUST USE THE GUN, YOU SISSY!" Tommy shouted.
"We got company!" 2 Mafia Sentinels and 4 Gunmen armed with stubby shotguns blocked the road again. Phil aimed the Colt M4, and shot at the gunmen. 3 of them went down, but one shot a shotgun round at the van, making it stall. Tommy got out of the van, and shot the remaining gunmen with the MAC 10. Phil and Toni pushed the van into the old school hall parking lot right next to the Callahan Bridge. Mercedes and Avery broke into the school, and hid in there. Tommy and Phil grabbed the Mafia Sentinels from the street and blocked the entrance to the lot. Suddenly, fleets of Mafia Sentinels Stopped in the street and a very large group of gunmen released hell onto the group in the lot with Stubby Shotguns, Rugers, and TEC9s. The van ignited, and they ran into the school hall. The van blew up, and they hid behind the charred van. Bullets here, bullets there. Tommy mowed down the front army of the Mafia by the M60. Phil fired round after round of the Colt M4 killing many men that were flooding in from the west. Toni capped the men with his Colt Python that tried to come near the school hall were Avery and Mercedes were. Ken only fired one shot of his pistol, and it missed. The sun was set, and the lights flickered on. More men, more blood, more chaos. This situation ran up for hours, until about 10:30 PM.
Mercedes came out with no clothes on. "Hey, boys!" she shouted. All the men stopped to stare. Avery came running throwing Molotov cocktails, using gas from the lawnmowers and empty science class bottles. The men tried to shoot at them, but they immediately caught fire and turned into Kentucky Fried Humans. After 5 minutes of agonizing horror, all the gunmen died. Tommy's phone rang, and he answered it. A voice on the other line said. "Get out of Portland. Now." And the other line clicked. "Let's move! We gotta go!" Tommy shouted. The group grabbed two Mafia Sentinels, proceeded to the Callahan Bridge, the airport, their ticket out of there.
Mike sat there, smoking a large cigar. He walked outside, and looked at the stars. None of the men were there, but his car was. All of the sudden, the air raid sirens started going off and there was a long, drone out sound of a bomber not far off. It was 10:57 PM.
"Ahhhh, shit." Mike jumped in his car, turned on his high beams, and rolled down the hill to Portland Beach.
"Vice City Air Flight 218 Non-Stop to Vice City is now boarding."
Phil, Ken, Mercedes, and Avery proceeded onto the plane, brandishing their tickets. Tommy shook Toni's hand. "Take care of yourself, Toni." Tommy smiled. "I will, Tommy. And thanks." Toni said. Toni walked through the terminal and Tommy walked onto the plane, holding his ticket, virtually saying:
"Fuck you, Liberty."
"This is Marshall Williams with VCN News. Last night, the 29th Rogue Squadron unleashed a bomb attack on Mafia Portland. The targets were reportedly Marcos Bistro, Salvatore's Gentleman's Club, and the Harwood Car Crusher. All targets were hit. Inner-city links say that Mike 'Lips' Forelli is still alive, ducking the attack 3 minutes before and watching Portland blow up from the beach. The men that were hunted are reportedly safe, and on their way back to Vice City. The violence has stopped, the death rate has slowed, and the cleanup is underway. Portland is closed, and probably won't be opened for a long time. This is Marshall Williams, on Francis International Airport, for VCN News."
And that's a rap.
2 Days Later...
"This is Marshall Williams reporting on a freighter on the waters outside of Liberty City. Liberty City Police, and New York and New Jersey Highway Patrol has deadlocked all access to Liberty City. Francis International Airport is planning to shut down after all flights have departed with evacuating citizens, but the Portland Docks will remain open until further notice. Sales at local Ammu-Nation stores and the Liberty Army Surplus have skyrocketed since the news first broke, and the government recently declared Martial Law for the entire Liberty City area. Bodies are showing left and right, and fires have raged through Downtown Liberty. See, can we get a look at it, Tom? Can we?"
The camera panned to a picture of south Staunton Island, showing Kenji's Casino, the Liberty Tree, and some small businesses ignited with a huge pyrocumulus cloud of smoke darkening up the skyline.
(A/N: Pyrocumulus Clouds are standard forest fire clouds. Search it, look at some photos.or think of the World Trade Center after it collapsed.)
"This obviously is a horrible time in Liberty City. For VCN News, I am Marshall Williams reporting." The camera shut off and the cameraman proceeded to place the camera back in its case. He gave the cameraman the microphone and turned to look at the skyline once more. A helicopter was approaching from the south, landing around central Portland. "Whatever. Let's get back to Vice City before I get shot." Marshall said and stretched.
A Blue Maverick with Yellow and Red Flame Decals landed in the Capitol Autos Parking Lot. A Mafia Sentinel was waiting outside. A Shaken Ken Rosenberg, Avery Carrington, and a rather more casually dressed Mercedes Cortez stepped out with 4 leather bags, containing several million dollars in phony cash. The air was filled with sounds of gunfire, police sirens and an explosion here and there. The group proceeded into the car and it rolled on to Marco's Bistro.
"What, sir.what do you mean, blow it up? Yeah, I know there's no self control in Portland right now, but, sir, you're out of your mind for doing this!...OK, fine." A man slammed a phone onto the receiver. He got up from his desk, and stormed down the hall. "Everyone, front and center, right now! Into the conference room!" He shouted through the halls. People stormed into the hallway following the man. They reached the conference room, the man set up the podium and the people sat down.
"Listen, everyone. The Secretary of Defense just called. He wants a bombing raid on the mafia territory in Portland, to stop this chaotic war on Liberty. It is 12 Noon right now. Bombers from the 29th Rogue Squadron based in New Jersey, will take off from Newark at 2200 Hours. The bombers will circle the area for visual reconnaissance until 2300 Hours, when the attack will take place. President Reagan, Vice President Bush, Congress, and the Joint Chiefs have all agreed on this proposal, which seemed to be thought of early this morning. So, everybody.call The Pentagon, upgrade to DEFCON 3. Call the Liberty City Police Department and the New York National Guard; tell them to evacuate as many Portland citizens as possible. Call the Liberty Port Authority, shut down Francis International and the Portland Docks. No ships, no flights, nothing. I want everything cleared. And, remember..DO NOT LET ANY OF THIS INFORMATION SLIP INTO THE PRESS, POLICE, AND ESPECIALLY THE MAFIA. If it does, I'll fire every single one of you. That is all. We have a busy day ahead of us." The man stepped off the podium and ran back to his office. "Connie, call the kitchen, tell them to brew lots of coffee, stat!" the man shouted. "Andy, call the armory, tell them to get New Jersey ready for tonight, and don't let those bastards try to stop us!" He stormed into his office and hid under the desk.
A Mafia Sentinel pulled into the small parking lot of the Bistro. The building was laced with men armed with shotguns and rugers. A mafia chauffer, Avery, Mercedes, and Ken got out, and walked upstairs to the Bistro. They walked into the door, the place laden with Pizza smell. "God, you guys still doing business even though Portland's dead?" Ken asked. Mercedes elbowed Ken, but then somebody came from a back office. "Well, we have to serve our own." Mike 'Lips' said. "Come on, we've been waiting." Mike said, and summoned the group in the room. In the corner, Tommy, Phil, and Toni were sitting in plastic lawn chairs with guns drawn to them. None of them were the slightest bit nervous. Mike sat down at his desk, and just stared at the group. Ken adjusted his tie every 3 seconds. Mike laughed.
"Ken, Ken, Ken.you haven't changed one bit since I last saw you! How've ya been?" Mike asked. Ken smirked, dropped his bag, and sat in a chair near Toni. "Avery." Mike mumbled. "Mike." Avery said back, and sat next to Ken. "Mercedes.how's your father?" Mercedes shook her head and sat on the floor next to Tommy, and held his hand. "Deangie, check the money." A hairy man came to the bags, opened them, and poured the money out of them. He checked the bills, put them up to a light, and put them up against a real $20. "God damn, these mofos may have robbed like, 250 banks to get all this money." Deangie said. "Hold on a second, that's real money?" Mike said, surprisingly. "What'd you think it was, counterfeit?" Tommy spat. Ken grinned, thinking about the break-in of the U.S. Mint a year ago, stealing an Intaglios Printing Press and authentic U.S. Plates. 2 of Vercetti's men volunteered to give themselves up to the government, being loaded with life sentences by being charged with Treason. "Jeez, Vercetti, you've changed." Mike said. "Now get the hell out of here kids, you bother me."
Avery, Ken, Mercedes, Phil, Toni, and Tommy filed out of the office and out of the Bistro. Phil rushed back in and stole a pizza pie. "Thanks for your time, fellas." Phil said and rushed back out. The 6 of them jumped into Tommy's Burrito, full of bullet holes, and headed for the Porter Tunnel.
"Deangie, hand me my U.S. Mint Counterfeiting Identification Guide. I have a funny feeling about this transaction." The hairy man handed him a booklet, and he turned to a page and read aloud 'A good way to spot a counterfeit is to burn the bill. The United States Mint uses an Indian Optic Transfer Ink, a black color. Only the U.S. Government gets these kinds of inks. Burn the bill with an open flame to see if it is authentic. The most common counterfeit ink used is Red.' Mike grabbed a lighter and on of Vercetti's $20 bills. He ignited the bill, and it burned a violet-purple color. Mike dropped the lighter, and his eyes twitched. "People never change.Deangie, get the guys ready. Look out for Vercetti and all of his friends. Shoot to kill, I want them dead." The hairy man walked outside of the office, and spoke Italian to the men in the room.
Tommy and Mercedes were lodged in a corner making out as the van twisted and turned through the chaotic, bloody, and hazy Portland streets. It was sunset, and they have been driving for a long time since there were debris and road blocks and traffic jams everywhere. Toni drove and Phil kept guard on the passenger side seat. Ken and Avery watched blankly at Mercedes and Tommy slobbering all over each other. "I'm next." Ken said. Avery chuckled, and Tommy gave Ken the finger. Toni stopped at a red light in Chinatown. "We are lost." Toni said, point blank. "Where the hell are the Triads?" Phil questioned Toni. "Probably ran; Little Chinese sissies." Phil laughed and sat back. A Mafia Sentinel drove up next to them and the driver eyed Phil. The driver saw Phil unarmed, and nodded his head incoherently. A Mafia Sentinel and a Patriot pulled from around the corner and boxed in Tommy's Burrito. "What the hell?" Toni said. They saw Mafia gunmen drawn with TEC-9s get out and point at the van. "PUNCH IT!" Phil shouted. Toni slammed on the accelerator and tore through the road block, damaging the van even more. The gunmen fired all their guns at the back of the van and fired. Bullets ripped through the chassis, barley missing Tommy and Mercedes. "FUCK!" Tommy shouted. Mercedes got in a corner and hid under some cases. Tommy got out an M60 and the MAC 10. He handed Toni a Colt Python, and handed Phil a Colt M4 Assault Rifle. Finally, he gave a Colt 45 to Ken. "I can't, Tommy." "JUST USE THE GUN, YOU SISSY!" Tommy shouted.
"We got company!" 2 Mafia Sentinels and 4 Gunmen armed with stubby shotguns blocked the road again. Phil aimed the Colt M4, and shot at the gunmen. 3 of them went down, but one shot a shotgun round at the van, making it stall. Tommy got out of the van, and shot the remaining gunmen with the MAC 10. Phil and Toni pushed the van into the old school hall parking lot right next to the Callahan Bridge. Mercedes and Avery broke into the school, and hid in there. Tommy and Phil grabbed the Mafia Sentinels from the street and blocked the entrance to the lot. Suddenly, fleets of Mafia Sentinels Stopped in the street and a very large group of gunmen released hell onto the group in the lot with Stubby Shotguns, Rugers, and TEC9s. The van ignited, and they ran into the school hall. The van blew up, and they hid behind the charred van. Bullets here, bullets there. Tommy mowed down the front army of the Mafia by the M60. Phil fired round after round of the Colt M4 killing many men that were flooding in from the west. Toni capped the men with his Colt Python that tried to come near the school hall were Avery and Mercedes were. Ken only fired one shot of his pistol, and it missed. The sun was set, and the lights flickered on. More men, more blood, more chaos. This situation ran up for hours, until about 10:30 PM.
Mercedes came out with no clothes on. "Hey, boys!" she shouted. All the men stopped to stare. Avery came running throwing Molotov cocktails, using gas from the lawnmowers and empty science class bottles. The men tried to shoot at them, but they immediately caught fire and turned into Kentucky Fried Humans. After 5 minutes of agonizing horror, all the gunmen died. Tommy's phone rang, and he answered it. A voice on the other line said. "Get out of Portland. Now." And the other line clicked. "Let's move! We gotta go!" Tommy shouted. The group grabbed two Mafia Sentinels, proceeded to the Callahan Bridge, the airport, their ticket out of there.
Mike sat there, smoking a large cigar. He walked outside, and looked at the stars. None of the men were there, but his car was. All of the sudden, the air raid sirens started going off and there was a long, drone out sound of a bomber not far off. It was 10:57 PM.
"Ahhhh, shit." Mike jumped in his car, turned on his high beams, and rolled down the hill to Portland Beach.
"Vice City Air Flight 218 Non-Stop to Vice City is now boarding."
Phil, Ken, Mercedes, and Avery proceeded onto the plane, brandishing their tickets. Tommy shook Toni's hand. "Take care of yourself, Toni." Tommy smiled. "I will, Tommy. And thanks." Toni said. Toni walked through the terminal and Tommy walked onto the plane, holding his ticket, virtually saying:
"Fuck you, Liberty."
"This is Marshall Williams with VCN News. Last night, the 29th Rogue Squadron unleashed a bomb attack on Mafia Portland. The targets were reportedly Marcos Bistro, Salvatore's Gentleman's Club, and the Harwood Car Crusher. All targets were hit. Inner-city links say that Mike 'Lips' Forelli is still alive, ducking the attack 3 minutes before and watching Portland blow up from the beach. The men that were hunted are reportedly safe, and on their way back to Vice City. The violence has stopped, the death rate has slowed, and the cleanup is underway. Portland is closed, and probably won't be opened for a long time. This is Marshall Williams, on Francis International Airport, for VCN News."
And that's a rap.
