Chapter three: 'Cannon Fodder'

When he woke up, he was in a recliner back at the hideout with and ice pack on his forehead and a white bandage around his arm. He tried to stand but was forced back down by a cramping leg. 'Shit.' he thought to himself. He looked around. The tv was on but had the rainbow broadcasting screen on meaning it was late at night. He checked himself. He had no weapons. He looked over at the counter and saw a colt 45. and crawled over to it. He cocked it and tried again to stand. His leg was somewhat losser. He walked upstairs on the balacony. He looked over the edge and to the street below. Like he thought, it was night. And a warm one with a cool breeze blowing. He looked at the street which was shaped like a 'U' because of a island in the street.

There were few cars driving. He suspected it to be around 2:00 in the morning. Where were the others so late? Then around the corner came two cars. One a hoodless stinger which held Johnny and a Joe yelling with excitement of the speed they were going. The next car was a hummer with Kevin. They qucikly dounuted around and backed into the darkness as two police cruisers raced by. They got out carrying bags and walked in as Brad walked down. "Did you guys rob a bank! Without me!" Brad joked. "No. We robbed a convienece store and got groceries." Joe said as he started unpacking. "Looks like your better." Kevin said. "Yeah. How long have i been out for?" Brad asked. "Two days." Johnny said as he handed Joe a bottle of beer.

"Theres a deal going down tommorrow with the haitians and the triads. Theyre down at the harbor. The plan on trading coke for cash. If things go nicely, we could go home with them both." Johnny said to Brad. Brad smiled. "Get loaded up cuz we're gonna get rich." he said. The next morning they all got up with their guns loaded. Joe got into his Infernus. Kevin hopped in his Patriot. Johnny in his Stinger and Brad in his car that only he was allowed to drive, his black Sabre. In the trunck he had a wide variety of explosives, guns, and all around mayhem weapons. They all cranked up their cars and headed to the harbor. They stayed at different locations. Joe parked in front of the exploder doughnut shop. Johnny stood on the roof opposite the ship with his rifle. Kevin was at the cargo area in front of the boat smoking a cigarette. Brad was in a skimmer circleing the boat about one or two miles away. Then five Hatian cars rode past Joe at the exploder. "Ok theyre on their way." he spoke into a small portable radio. "Copy that." Johnny retorted as he saw them from the roof. Kevin walked next to his car and got in pretending to drive off but just went to a cargo holding hanger. He got out and pulled out a double barrel shotgun with him. Brad slowly circled towards the ship.

The hatians got out, four to each car. That meant twenty in all. From nowhere triads appeared walking out of the ship. Some conversation exchange which could not be heard. Kevin was now crossing the street with his shotgun under his coat. Joe was now nearing the area in his car. He slowed to a stop about 50 yards from the ship and got out with two pythons. Johnny now had a triad in his site just as the deal was about to be made. He put the green cross hairs on a hatian holding a briefcase full of money. He pulled the trigger just as Joe and Kevin took aim at some others. Joe then aiumed at all the cars and shot out the tires of all five. Kevin then blasted two men with one shot. All the shooting now made the triads think the hatians were against them and the same for the hatians. They began pulling weapons out and putting lead into anyone not with them. Johnny now seen a triad running up the stairs of the ship holding a briefcase as well. The cocaine. He shot the man in the head and his bloody body slid down the stairs. Joe was shooting two triads as he heard two sounds.

One a siren of a police car. The second a low rumble coming nearer. Then out of nowhere a red skimmer crashed into the boat near alot of triads. Imediatly the plane burst into flames and blew atleast 10 triads into pieces. Then he saw Brad in his Sabre speeding towards them before stopping right next to Joe. "How did you...?" Joe started. "I bailed out and let the plane fly by itself from the film studio and drove over hear as quick as i could. How many of us are dead?" Brad said. "None. Yet." Joe said as Brad got out with a M80. He put the barrel on top of the car and shot chain gun at the crazed Hatians and Triads shooting many of them. "Ok lets go." Brad said and pulled out a Rygar and he, Joe, and Kevin walked calmly towards the ship with Johnny covering them.

Anybody Johnny missed they shot. Joe picked up the case of money and Brad headed up the stairs and found the body, but no coke. He looked around. He saw back at the ground a black Hatian car pulled up and a hatian who had been hiding ran to the car and jumped in with the case. The driver got out and was holding a rocket launcher and he aimed at Brad. His eyes widened as he heard a screeching whistle and saw a rocket heading right for him. He jumped over the railing but was just a little to late. About 14 feet behind him a huge explosion burst and sent him sprawling through the air before hitting the cement. He stood up with blood dripping from his forehead and mouth. He spat on the ground which was covered in blood. He then looked up and saw the black voodoo. "Johnny!" he screamed. In a matter of seconds Johnny was off the roof and running to him. "Get..in..the car." Brad said between clenched teeth. He too got in the Sabre. "You two take the money back to the hideout. We'll be there soon." he said and drove of to Little Haiti. He slowly pulled through the ghetto neighborhood looking around. He then pulled over and backed in to some trees concealing the car. He pulled out two colt 45.s and got two extra clips for each. He signaled for Johnny to get out.

He tossed him a small sub machine gun. They walked across the street to where a car had a cover over it. He yanked it off revealing the Black voodoo. He then went over to the shack and instead of knocking on the door he just walked right in. As he thought, three Hatians were sitting on the ground, as baked off of cocaine as someone could be. They looked at him with big, dumb looking smiles on their faces. "H-hey. Who da hell are you?" one of them asked. "Santa Clause." Brad said and the three on the floor burst out laughing. "You see this?" Brad asked pointing at the cut on his forehead which had blood dripping down his eye. "Shit man. You bleedin." one said. "No shit." Brad said as he shot the man in the head and blood splattered on the other two. Before the others could say or do anything they were shot at the same time by the douhble colts. Brad turned around and smiled at Johnny.

"Did you need me to do that?" Johnny asked. "Oh its not over yet." Brad said and began to gather the remaining packs of coke and walked out. As soon as he did the who;e neighborhood had Hatian gang members walking slowly to the house. Brad looked at them, then kept on walking. He could hear the loading of guns as he got into the street. He then put the packs of coke into his jacket and pulled out the colts. He stopped walking and so did the Hatians. "Ready?" He said looking at them before shooting two Hatians while making a mad dash to the car with Johnny shooting the fast firing gun at as many as he could. Brad hopped in the car and cranked it up. Johnny then jumped in too. "Drive around the block and meet me at Kaufman cabs." Brad said as he jumped out. Imediatly Johnny put the car in neutral and zoomed out hitting three Hatians. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Brad running and shooting. He thought of the quickest way to the cab buisness. Then he pulled out and drove straight through the whole neighborhood while the car was pelted with bullets. He periodically performed drivebys when he saw groups. Then he was their with hatians closing in when something hit the roof. On the winsheild he saw Brad. "Go!" he shouted and Johnny took off with Brad still up there. While up on the roof Brad took the time to shoot nearby hatians. Then he had to reload. "Eat lead biotches!" he said as he shot more rounds into the gang. Then from nowhere the cubans arrived and began shooting the hatians. Brad saluted the cubans as they passed them and headed back to the hideout, still on the roof. When they got there Joe and Kevin had already put away the coke and were watching out from the roof. "What the hell did you guys do!" Joe screamed. "Theres cops everywhere!" Kevin added. Just then a car pulled up outside. Brad walked to the window and looked through the moth eaten curtains.

A fat columbian got out of a cuban hermes. He walked over and knocked on the door. Brad walked over with a gun secretly hidden behind his back as he opened the door. Imediatly he was knocked back to the ground and had three Rygars at his face. "Listen here you little shit, im muerte to you and i wil blow your head off! Wheres the coke?" the fat one said. Brad dropped the guns and slowly reached in his coat and pulled out two packs of cokecaine. "This isnt all of it. Wheres the rest?" he said as he snatched the packs. "The Hatians had already sucked it up." Brad said calmly. Then he quickly kicked the man off his feet and spunon the floor and jumped up holding a colt to one of the mens faces. At that same time Joe, Kevin, and Johnny were on the top floor aiming at the men with the Rygars. Slowly the man got to his feet as Brad held a second colt to his head. "Who are you?" Brad asked. "The names Umberto." the fat man said hesitantly. "Well Umberto. Take what i gave you and leave." Brad said. Umberto nodded and signaled for his men to follow. The whole time none of the men took their aim off. "Thats all the coke!" Johnny asked. "Take a look out in the car. When i got in i slid some under the seat." Brad said feeling real cocky. The next day Brad went out in the Sabre and drove over to a set of apartments. He walked up to the third story and knocked on nroom number fifty one. In a few seconds the door cracked open and a scared little face peeped out. "Ken. Its me, Brad. I got your stuff, you got mine?" Brad said as the man named Ken opened the door.

"Uh, uh yeah sure. W-w-well wheres the cokecaine?" he stutered with a british accent. Brad pulled out five packs of the addicting drug and tossed it on the couch. He looked around and saw coffe cups everywhere and on the walls where various framed photos of him and other famous people. He had law books lying around everywhere as well. "Now, wheres my money." Brad said getting straight to buisness. "Ah your money, your money, your money..." Ken said walking away from him. "Well ive decided that i want to keep my money." he said turning around with a Python in his hand. "But i do have a surprise for you. Tommy." he said and the entrance door was opened and closed. Brad turned around and as soon as he did he turned a pale white. "Hi ya Katen." Tommy Vercetti said as he walked around him.

"We got a rematch. Whats the matter? You look like you saw a ghost." Tommy said smiling. Ken tossed him the gun and as soon as he did he aimed for Brad but he had already jumped towards the window and jumped out on to the fire escape as he heard a blasting pow. A spark jumped up as the bullet had nearly missed him. As Tommy was still in shocked from the blast, Brad took this time to race up the fire escape and on to the roof. He looked down and four stories below was his black Sabre. Then he heard the fire escape rattle and saw Tommy get up to the roof. "This is the end of the line Katen." Tommy said. Brad quickly reached behind him and grabbed his two colt 45.s and shot at Tommy as Tommy shot slow, but powerful magnum bullets at him. One would certainly mean death for him. He saw Tommy flinch every now and then and he knew he was hitting him. He must be wearing a bullet proof vest.

Sweat raced down his face as he ran left and right in circles around Tommy and Tommy did the same. Then Tommy dropped the Python while running and pulled out two pure silver colt 45.s and stopped. Brad stopped shooting as well and they stood facing eachother. Then simultaniously they both ran. Brad ran to his left and used a heater to polvolt himself in the air. Tommy used a air conditioner to jump in the air also. In mid air they both began shooting at eachother. Then as they were two feet away Brad pulled his arms back and this caused his body to go into a back flip and kick Tommy in the stomach. Tommy went flying to the edge as Brad landed on his feet. He dropped his guns to the ground. Tommy staggered up. "You little shit! You dont mess witrh Tommy Vercetti!"he said as Brad slowly walked towards him. Tommy raised his guns quickly but Brad kicked them from his hand. "This is the end of the line, Tommy." Brad said. Tommys eyes widened in anger. He tried to punch Brad but was cuaght at the wrist. Brad smirked and with that he quickly spined around and back kicked him in the chest knocking him off his feet and over the edge. Brad heard a slight scream and then the horrible sound of a body crashing into asphault. He walked over to the edge and peered over. Tommys body lied on the ground surrounded by pedstrians. He heard sirens. He slowly creeped down the stairs and peered in the window. No one was in there. He climbed through and raced downstairs seeing that chicken Ken had taken the coke as well.

He reved up the Sabre and headed to the hideout.