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June 18
12:33 News Report as cast by Jonathan Schaffer for Liberty City Public News
Jonathan Schaffer tapped his papers on the news desk and looked at the red light on the camera, "Liberty City has yet again been shaken from its slumber tonight by a second attack on a police convoy transferring twenty-two prisoners from Liberty City Police Department to a new facility in nearby Carson City. Among the prisoners being transferred were Stokely Durham and Mariza Martinez," a picture of the man and woman were posted up on the screen., "the infamous couple convicted of the bombing of city hall two years ago.
"At approximately 11:30 tonight, three large black jeeps were seen heading off the bridge almost halfway across the bridge from Portland through Staunton Island and Shoreside Vale . Gunfire was exchanged and ultimately, the two police officers on the scene were killed and the almost two dozen prisoners were set free. Attempts to apprehend the prisoners were first begun with searches through the police database. These attempts were foiled again by computer hackers making this the second successful attack on a police convoy in two months.
"In the time since the second attack,, eighteen prisoners have again been apprehended but the search continues for the four remaining prisoners. Please, ladies and gentlemen, if you see these people or hear anything about the whereabouts of the escaped prisoners, do not approach them. All four of these criminals should be considered armed and extremely dangerous. If you receive any information about the prisoners, please call the toll- free number 555-LOCK-U-UP. For LCPN, I'm Jonathan Schaffer. Goodnight."
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11:27 Callahan Bridge
Sonny sat in the very back on the right-hand side of the large police van. He worked on his last mission with the two people to his right. Stokely, a large, muscular, bald black man, and Mariza, a brunette Colombian who specialized in weaponry of all sorts.
Sonny himself had black dreadlocks that hung down past his shoulders. He was lighthly tan and thin but slightly muscular and thought not as large as Stokely, who stood 6'3" and well over 200 pounds, he too could be a force to be reckoned with.
The security guards up front shouted back at prisoners who yelled threats and insults, "Well hurry up! I ain't got all day!" Stokely shouted.
"Just sit back and shut up, you'll be in your new home before you know it." One of the security guards said, showing no fear.
Sonny leaned his head against the back window and closed his eyes. The streetlights shone in bright on his face.
"I don't believe this shit, homie." A man Sonny had never seen before said.
"Ain't no thing, yo, Luigi's got us," someone else said.
Most of the men inside yelled shouts of agreement.
Sonny was suddenly awoken from his dozing off by the sounds of two powerful engines revving. He opened his eyes to see two large black Patriots approaching.
The Patriots were only able to be seen because of the bright headlights. They pulled up quickly, one going diagonally in front of the van, stopping it. The other stopped behind the police van, preventing it from backing up.
The two guards shouted to be heard over the cheering inmates. Over the radio they called for backup to come as quickly as possible. Little did they know it was already too late.
Two me jumped out of the front seats of each jeep, each masked and armed with AK-47's . The two men in the front jeep made quick work of the drivers of the police van, shooting them before they could even open the doors.
The two in the back van shot the lock of the back doors and pulled them open. The other men inside the van, headed by Stokely, poured out of the van before Sonny could stand up.
"Alright, everyone listen up!" the large man yelled. "All you motherfuckers are on your own now. Go see your wives and children and enjoy your precious time because there's no telling when the pigs gonna be kickin your doors in. Now get the hell outta here!"
All the men scattered in different directions and disappeared into the night.
Just when Sonny was about to walk away, Stokely called after him, "Yo, Sonny! Where do you think your skinny ass is runnin off to?"
Sonny turned around to see Stokely standing amongst the attackers of the van and next to Mariza, "I'm goin home."
"Well you sure ain't fuckin walkin, I'll tell you that much. I ain't gonna just let one of my boys who had the balls to take the wrap with me even chance getting caught. You ridin with us."
"Naw man. I think I'll see myself home."
"Well I don't remember askin what the fuck you wanted to do. I said you are ridin with us. Move your bitch ass! The cops round here don't stay away for long."
Sirens could be heard in the distance and knowing he wasn't getting out of this, Sonny took a seat In the back of one of the jeeps. Stokely got in and took the seat next to him. Almost immediately, the jeeps screeched away from the police van.
"So what do you got waitin for you at home?" Stokely asked.
"Something special," Sonny looked out the window at Liberty City as it flew past.
"Well that shit must be important if you riskin walkin to it. Sounds to me like you got yourself a little lady-friend."
"I guess you could say that," Sonny said without looking back at Stokely.
"You don't like to say much do ya, Sonny?"
Sonny finally looked at Stokely, "Not when there ain't much to be said."
Stokely chuckled and said, "You better say to my boy Mario how to get to your house or you gonna be one homeless little dude."
Sonny gave the directions to the driver, which consisted of mostly "turn left", "right at the next light", and "just straight ahead on the left."
The jeep finally stopped and Sonny stepped out before the small apartment building in Saint Mark's.
Stokely poked his head out the window and looked at eh apartment building, "Come on, Sonny. I know you can do better than this."
"It's not mine. It's my lady-friends. She lives here."
"Well we gotta be out. I gotta get home to my lady-friend. Here take this," he handed Sonny a torn off piece of paper, "this is where I'll be at. Call this number whether you need drugs, guns, a new girl, or if you just think of something to say. Ask for Stokely." The jeep began to drive, but then stopped and Stokely again put his head out the window, "Almost forgot." He threw to Sonny a small stack of money that had been rubber banded together.
Sonny picked it up and started to count it.
"There should be 5 G's there. All for you for that last job. Take your girlfriend down south and lie low for a little while until all this shit blows over. If you get any money troubles, call that number and I'll get you what you need. Don't be a stranger motherfucker." With that, the Patriot screeched off down the road as the sirens got closer to the bridge..
Sonny climbed the small stair set to the apartment building door. He pressed the buzzer for apartment number 302.
A familiar woman's voice came over the speaker, "Who is it?"
"A secret admirer who decided to see you at damn near midnight," Sonny replied.
"SONNY?!" the woman cried.
"Yo are you gonna let me up or am I goin to have to sleep here on the steps tonight?"
A loud buzz came from the door and Sonny opened it. He climbed the three flights of stairs to room 302 where he knocked heavily on the door.
Trista Miller answered the door dressed in nothing but a revealing nightgown. She had long brown hair that fell down to her shoulder blades. She jumped into Sonny's arms and almost caused him to fall backwards.
Sonny walked forward with her in his arms into her apartment and closed the door with his heel. At length, Sonny put her back down on her feet.
"How did you get out? When? Are you sure you weren't followed? Why did you come here? Do you know how much trouble you could be in?"
"Hold on, give me a chance to answer. A friend busted me out just about ten minutes ago. I wasn't followed trust me."
"Does your friend have a name?"
"No. Anyway, what's been happening these last two years?"
"Nothing much but you better lay low for a long time. You and your prison buddies are all over the news." She took him through the hallways of her apartment to her room. She turned on the tv and the news was already on.
On the news, a helicopter was flying over the attacked police van. Now, cop cars surrounded the van and the bodies of the dead officers were being examined thoroughly.
"See, Sonny? This is serious. I mean, your are in some real shit here. How do you plan on getting out of this one?"
"Stokely told me that they won't be able to track us. Some computer hackers or something. Anyway, everything will be okay, alright?"
"If you say so than I trust you."
"Sonny though he heard a creak coming from the hall, "Are we alone here?"
"No one now, but I am expecting someone in about twenty minutes. Why?"
"Twenty minutes? Well we might be done in twenty minutes," Sonny smiled.
"Time for what?"
Sonny picked Trista up off of her feet again but this time threw her down on the bed. He went over and closed the bedroom door.
"Oh, Sonny!" could be heard through the door.
*36 minutes later*
Sonny left Trista's room in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked into her kitchen and opened her refrigerator. He took out a bottle of soda and poured it inside a cup.
Suddenly, someone jerked him back and placed a small handgun against his temple. A Italian voice said to him, "What the hell are you doin here numb nuts? Talk fast or I'm gonna splatter your brains all over this kitchen"
"I don't think my name's important to you," Sonny tried to remain calm.
"Well I don't think someone in your position should be getting too brave now, y'hear?"
"Well I think-" Sonny threw his head back, hitting the other man in the nose. He grabbed the man's hand and smacked it against a wall, causing the man to fire the gun twice. He picked up a butcher knife out of the sink and pointed it at the other man. He appeared to be an associate of the Mafia.
"What's going on?" Trista came running out from her room wearing the nightgown she had on before.
"I caught this filthy bastard diggin around your refrigerator.," the Italian man said.
"He's not a filthy rat. This is my friend. Just put your knife down, Sonny!"
"No way. Tell him put his shit down first." Sonny could see the man had more guns than he let off.
"Mick!"
The Mafia man put his gun inside his pocket, "Trista those damn Triads don't know when to stop! They come onto our turf to trick out their skanky bitches, push drugs to our customers, and kill any and every one of us they can find. Everyday we losin men on the streets to those damn chinks. Trista, we need some new recruits. Do you know any good men that could aid us?"
"Well, Sonny here could help you guys. He's familiar with the city and is no stranger to fighting."
"This man? He don't look like no fighter. To me, he looks just like a little girl."
"So you're gonna go tell Joey that you were almost outdone by a little girl?"
Mick looked at Trista, then at Sonny, then at Sonny, then back to Trista, "Well, I guess he can't do no harm to us." He eyed Sonny up and down, "Sonny, tomorrow get your ass to round back of Luigi's club round the corner here in Redlight. Trista can tell you where it's at." He started to walk out the door, "Who knows? Maybe we have some work for ya to get done."
"Who was that?" Sonny asked at length.
"That was Mick. He's a friend who works for the Mafia."
"Some friend."
He was really nice to you. Usually he would've just killed you. He must like you."
"So now this guys wants to be my friend? I'll pass."
"Mick is Luigi's best friend."
"So?"
"A friend like Mick could get you places."
"Yeah, a nice cozy place six feet under. So where do you fit into all this?"
"When Mick first came to Liberty, he had no money and wasn't on speaking terms with Luigi. I helped them out so now they help me out. Money, food, or anything else I need. Look, why don't we just go back to bed? You have till the morning to worry about all that."
"I can't sleep now."
"Who said anything about goin to sleep?" Trista walked back to her room.
Sonny walked after Trista, but this time, he locked the door.
June 18
12:33 News Report as cast by Jonathan Schaffer for Liberty City Public News
Jonathan Schaffer tapped his papers on the news desk and looked at the red light on the camera, "Liberty City has yet again been shaken from its slumber tonight by a second attack on a police convoy transferring twenty-two prisoners from Liberty City Police Department to a new facility in nearby Carson City. Among the prisoners being transferred were Stokely Durham and Mariza Martinez," a picture of the man and woman were posted up on the screen., "the infamous couple convicted of the bombing of city hall two years ago.
"At approximately 11:30 tonight, three large black jeeps were seen heading off the bridge almost halfway across the bridge from Portland through Staunton Island and Shoreside Vale . Gunfire was exchanged and ultimately, the two police officers on the scene were killed and the almost two dozen prisoners were set free. Attempts to apprehend the prisoners were first begun with searches through the police database. These attempts were foiled again by computer hackers making this the second successful attack on a police convoy in two months.
"In the time since the second attack,, eighteen prisoners have again been apprehended but the search continues for the four remaining prisoners. Please, ladies and gentlemen, if you see these people or hear anything about the whereabouts of the escaped prisoners, do not approach them. All four of these criminals should be considered armed and extremely dangerous. If you receive any information about the prisoners, please call the toll- free number 555-LOCK-U-UP. For LCPN, I'm Jonathan Schaffer. Goodnight."
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11:27 Callahan Bridge
Sonny sat in the very back on the right-hand side of the large police van. He worked on his last mission with the two people to his right. Stokely, a large, muscular, bald black man, and Mariza, a brunette Colombian who specialized in weaponry of all sorts.
Sonny himself had black dreadlocks that hung down past his shoulders. He was lighthly tan and thin but slightly muscular and thought not as large as Stokely, who stood 6'3" and well over 200 pounds, he too could be a force to be reckoned with.
The security guards up front shouted back at prisoners who yelled threats and insults, "Well hurry up! I ain't got all day!" Stokely shouted.
"Just sit back and shut up, you'll be in your new home before you know it." One of the security guards said, showing no fear.
Sonny leaned his head against the back window and closed his eyes. The streetlights shone in bright on his face.
"I don't believe this shit, homie." A man Sonny had never seen before said.
"Ain't no thing, yo, Luigi's got us," someone else said.
Most of the men inside yelled shouts of agreement.
Sonny was suddenly awoken from his dozing off by the sounds of two powerful engines revving. He opened his eyes to see two large black Patriots approaching.
The Patriots were only able to be seen because of the bright headlights. They pulled up quickly, one going diagonally in front of the van, stopping it. The other stopped behind the police van, preventing it from backing up.
The two guards shouted to be heard over the cheering inmates. Over the radio they called for backup to come as quickly as possible. Little did they know it was already too late.
Two me jumped out of the front seats of each jeep, each masked and armed with AK-47's . The two men in the front jeep made quick work of the drivers of the police van, shooting them before they could even open the doors.
The two in the back van shot the lock of the back doors and pulled them open. The other men inside the van, headed by Stokely, poured out of the van before Sonny could stand up.
"Alright, everyone listen up!" the large man yelled. "All you motherfuckers are on your own now. Go see your wives and children and enjoy your precious time because there's no telling when the pigs gonna be kickin your doors in. Now get the hell outta here!"
All the men scattered in different directions and disappeared into the night.
Just when Sonny was about to walk away, Stokely called after him, "Yo, Sonny! Where do you think your skinny ass is runnin off to?"
Sonny turned around to see Stokely standing amongst the attackers of the van and next to Mariza, "I'm goin home."
"Well you sure ain't fuckin walkin, I'll tell you that much. I ain't gonna just let one of my boys who had the balls to take the wrap with me even chance getting caught. You ridin with us."
"Naw man. I think I'll see myself home."
"Well I don't remember askin what the fuck you wanted to do. I said you are ridin with us. Move your bitch ass! The cops round here don't stay away for long."
Sirens could be heard in the distance and knowing he wasn't getting out of this, Sonny took a seat In the back of one of the jeeps. Stokely got in and took the seat next to him. Almost immediately, the jeeps screeched away from the police van.
"So what do you got waitin for you at home?" Stokely asked.
"Something special," Sonny looked out the window at Liberty City as it flew past.
"Well that shit must be important if you riskin walkin to it. Sounds to me like you got yourself a little lady-friend."
"I guess you could say that," Sonny said without looking back at Stokely.
"You don't like to say much do ya, Sonny?"
Sonny finally looked at Stokely, "Not when there ain't much to be said."
Stokely chuckled and said, "You better say to my boy Mario how to get to your house or you gonna be one homeless little dude."
Sonny gave the directions to the driver, which consisted of mostly "turn left", "right at the next light", and "just straight ahead on the left."
The jeep finally stopped and Sonny stepped out before the small apartment building in Saint Mark's.
Stokely poked his head out the window and looked at eh apartment building, "Come on, Sonny. I know you can do better than this."
"It's not mine. It's my lady-friends. She lives here."
"Well we gotta be out. I gotta get home to my lady-friend. Here take this," he handed Sonny a torn off piece of paper, "this is where I'll be at. Call this number whether you need drugs, guns, a new girl, or if you just think of something to say. Ask for Stokely." The jeep began to drive, but then stopped and Stokely again put his head out the window, "Almost forgot." He threw to Sonny a small stack of money that had been rubber banded together.
Sonny picked it up and started to count it.
"There should be 5 G's there. All for you for that last job. Take your girlfriend down south and lie low for a little while until all this shit blows over. If you get any money troubles, call that number and I'll get you what you need. Don't be a stranger motherfucker." With that, the Patriot screeched off down the road as the sirens got closer to the bridge..
Sonny climbed the small stair set to the apartment building door. He pressed the buzzer for apartment number 302.
A familiar woman's voice came over the speaker, "Who is it?"
"A secret admirer who decided to see you at damn near midnight," Sonny replied.
"SONNY?!" the woman cried.
"Yo are you gonna let me up or am I goin to have to sleep here on the steps tonight?"
A loud buzz came from the door and Sonny opened it. He climbed the three flights of stairs to room 302 where he knocked heavily on the door.
Trista Miller answered the door dressed in nothing but a revealing nightgown. She had long brown hair that fell down to her shoulder blades. She jumped into Sonny's arms and almost caused him to fall backwards.
Sonny walked forward with her in his arms into her apartment and closed the door with his heel. At length, Sonny put her back down on her feet.
"How did you get out? When? Are you sure you weren't followed? Why did you come here? Do you know how much trouble you could be in?"
"Hold on, give me a chance to answer. A friend busted me out just about ten minutes ago. I wasn't followed trust me."
"Does your friend have a name?"
"No. Anyway, what's been happening these last two years?"
"Nothing much but you better lay low for a long time. You and your prison buddies are all over the news." She took him through the hallways of her apartment to her room. She turned on the tv and the news was already on.
On the news, a helicopter was flying over the attacked police van. Now, cop cars surrounded the van and the bodies of the dead officers were being examined thoroughly.
"See, Sonny? This is serious. I mean, your are in some real shit here. How do you plan on getting out of this one?"
"Stokely told me that they won't be able to track us. Some computer hackers or something. Anyway, everything will be okay, alright?"
"If you say so than I trust you."
"Sonny though he heard a creak coming from the hall, "Are we alone here?"
"No one now, but I am expecting someone in about twenty minutes. Why?"
"Twenty minutes? Well we might be done in twenty minutes," Sonny smiled.
"Time for what?"
Sonny picked Trista up off of her feet again but this time threw her down on the bed. He went over and closed the bedroom door.
"Oh, Sonny!" could be heard through the door.
*36 minutes later*
Sonny left Trista's room in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked into her kitchen and opened her refrigerator. He took out a bottle of soda and poured it inside a cup.
Suddenly, someone jerked him back and placed a small handgun against his temple. A Italian voice said to him, "What the hell are you doin here numb nuts? Talk fast or I'm gonna splatter your brains all over this kitchen"
"I don't think my name's important to you," Sonny tried to remain calm.
"Well I don't think someone in your position should be getting too brave now, y'hear?"
"Well I think-" Sonny threw his head back, hitting the other man in the nose. He grabbed the man's hand and smacked it against a wall, causing the man to fire the gun twice. He picked up a butcher knife out of the sink and pointed it at the other man. He appeared to be an associate of the Mafia.
"What's going on?" Trista came running out from her room wearing the nightgown she had on before.
"I caught this filthy bastard diggin around your refrigerator.," the Italian man said.
"He's not a filthy rat. This is my friend. Just put your knife down, Sonny!"
"No way. Tell him put his shit down first." Sonny could see the man had more guns than he let off.
"Mick!"
The Mafia man put his gun inside his pocket, "Trista those damn Triads don't know when to stop! They come onto our turf to trick out their skanky bitches, push drugs to our customers, and kill any and every one of us they can find. Everyday we losin men on the streets to those damn chinks. Trista, we need some new recruits. Do you know any good men that could aid us?"
"Well, Sonny here could help you guys. He's familiar with the city and is no stranger to fighting."
"This man? He don't look like no fighter. To me, he looks just like a little girl."
"So you're gonna go tell Joey that you were almost outdone by a little girl?"
Mick looked at Trista, then at Sonny, then at Sonny, then back to Trista, "Well, I guess he can't do no harm to us." He eyed Sonny up and down, "Sonny, tomorrow get your ass to round back of Luigi's club round the corner here in Redlight. Trista can tell you where it's at." He started to walk out the door, "Who knows? Maybe we have some work for ya to get done."
"Who was that?" Sonny asked at length.
"That was Mick. He's a friend who works for the Mafia."
"Some friend."
He was really nice to you. Usually he would've just killed you. He must like you."
"So now this guys wants to be my friend? I'll pass."
"Mick is Luigi's best friend."
"So?"
"A friend like Mick could get you places."
"Yeah, a nice cozy place six feet under. So where do you fit into all this?"
"When Mick first came to Liberty, he had no money and wasn't on speaking terms with Luigi. I helped them out so now they help me out. Money, food, or anything else I need. Look, why don't we just go back to bed? You have till the morning to worry about all that."
"I can't sleep now."
"Who said anything about goin to sleep?" Trista walked back to her room.
Sonny walked after Trista, but this time, he locked the door.