Trouble With Triads
A Grand Theft Auto 3 Fic by
Jose Philipe Mendola
Legal notice: To make this Fic look as good as possible, I'm going to say this once, and it goes for every chapter I put up. I do NOT own Grand Theft Auto 3 or have any connection to RockStar OR Rockstarnorth. These are copyrighted names, and I am stealing them for the time being.
Fair Warning: This fic contains blood, salty language, drug references, racial slurs and anything else I see fit. I regards to what is in here, I am in NO way racist myself. I hate everyone equally. seriously; I don't take my anger out on minorities or blame them for anything. I'm usually the one to blame.
Authors Rant: The time has come. I have taken it upon myself to write another Fic (Complete with a ton of chapters) devoted to the Triad/ Mob war. I'm not sure how good it will be, but please, be sure to review it and give any pointers, suggestions and things you want to see. Thanks.
Chapter 1
'Pushing Their Luck'
I had been a few years since the Triads had made a name for themselves in this hole people called Liberty City. They had almost sprung up overnight. One day it was a cleared out store, the next it was 'Wong Brothers Laundromat'. No one in the Leone family, or it's 'business' partners paid it much attention at first, but one day things went a tad wrong.
Tony Cipriani had ordered a few boys to pick up some 'change' form a local dry cleaning store, but they were told that they were no longer paying the Mob to keep them safe.
Coming back to Tony with the unfortunate news, he was soon thrown into a fit of rage. Summoning three of his best men and a nice gang car, he set off with three of his boys to have a little business talk with the manager of the store.
Two broken knees later, the dry cleaning store was mysteriously set ablaze. According to two police officers,
'It must have been an electrical problem.' That was all they said on the matter before they climbed into their new Stingers.
Odd things were happening to local cleaners that did not pay the Mob, but Hsu Chong had other plans for the Mob.
At first, it was just like playing games with people with nice cars and suits.
If some Mob boys left a car unattended, a 'friend' of Hsu's would accidentally slash a tire or two, or cut a few wires under the hood. This went well for a while, but it was not until Hsu got word that one of his friends had his face rearranged by one of Tony's men.
According to Koba, he was doing a little tuning up on a Mob gang car when he was seen. He tried to make a run for it, but he was no match for two Italian men running at full speed. They quickly caught up to him, gave him quite the pounding, and sent him back to tell his boss to cut the shit or else there would be one less gook in the world.
Naturally, this did not sit too well with Hsu. As the laws that Hsu believed in stated,
'An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth'
It would be tricky business getting a Mob member in such a position, but it would be well worth it in the end.
Hsu decided to pull off this mighty task late one rainy night. It was the perfect time to do it, and under the best weather conditions. Tonight, Koba would be avenged.
The instructions were simple enough. Seek out a Mob member, isolate him, and work him over real nicely with a bat or two. Simple. Even these goons could do that. The only thing left to do was wait for the outcome.
Mario had no idea the weather was like this. he had been in Luigi's club for a few hours talking things over with some of his partners. These triads were putting up a fight, but no matter how many of these guys they beat up, these things just kept coming.
Stepping out from the overhang of the back door, Mario made his was toward the street through the back alley that was the back door to Luigi's Club.
It was raining fairly hard, so Mario decided to put on his black derby. Stopping in the alley just before the sidewalk, he checked his watch. It was 2:30. Pulling up his trench coat a bit higher, Mario walked in the direction of his parked car.
Not too many people were on the street at this time of night. just a few hookers either standing under a streetlight or hiding from the rain under a doorway. Aside from them and the homeless that were walking the sidewalks, there was no one.
Streets like this always made Mario nervous. He felt under his trench coat for his pistol. Indeed it was there, and loaded. No one with a brain walked around in this city without a weapon of any kind.
Hurrying past an alley, Mario though he heard something banging around, if not stumbling over a few trash cans. He stopped and looked down the alley. Because there was only one bare light bulb down there, nothing was visible except for a few broken outlined of garbage cans and boxes.
Shaking the though of anyone there from his head, he continued on.
Walking a little faster, Mario looked behind him. Was he being followed? There was indeed someone walking about 50 yards behind him, but who was it? Was it a coincidence? Was he really being followed? Paranoia struck every heart in Liberty City, but more though those who look behind them ever.
Almost running now, Mario turned into an alley that would lead him to his car. He could see it now. After he passed a pile of boxes, he would be in his car and drive home to Staunton Island. Just a few more yards.
Before Mario knew what had happened, he had been hit in the chest with a bat by someone that had jumped out from behind the boxes. Collapsing to the wet ground and gripping his ribs in pain, he tried to look around. He could only bring his head up to the height where he could see his assailant from the waist down.
Wait. there was more than one. there was one walking down the alley the same way he had. he HAD been followed.of all the times not to take the gamble and turn into a still open strip club.
Now propping himself up on one hand, Mario reached into his coat for his gun.
For trying to make such an obvious move, he was kicked between the eyes by one of the men.
Now lying on his back. Blood streaming from his nose and left ear; Mario saw what he was up against.
There were three of them. They were all wearing what looked like blue jumpsuits with some kind of embroidering stitched on them. It almost looked like the skeleton of a fish.
A bat was immediately brought to his left knee with crushing force. Making a move for his broken joint, he punched hard in the temple three times. Falling back to the ground, Mario found himself at the end of a very big knife hovering above his neck. And just above that, the dark face of an Asian.
'You make a move, I kill you.' He said.
Mario felt the bat land on his right knee and then his chest three times. Breathing was now a chore. Where once it had been easy to do and painless, it was now almost impossible and it hurt to exhale. Unknown to Mario, two of his ribs were broken and they had punctured his left lung.
Mario was almost sure that he was hit a few more times with the bat, but it seemed a dull pain now. Like he was miles away while being beaten.
The last thing Mario saw was a heavy work boot that reeked of processed fish stomp on his nose.
The next morning, there was an entire police force on the scene of a brutal murder.
The police report in the paper the next morning said that
Mario Bertuchi had been mugged, robbed and beaten while on his way to the car. No weapons were found except the gun on the body, and no shots were fired. As of the time being, no suspects were in custody and the police had no leads. The only suspect at the time was a small band of local thugs. No gang relations were suspected.
Toni Cipriani, having finished the article, tore the paper in two. Slamming his fists on the table and letting the pieces of the newspaper land on the floor, he said to a room full of Mafia members
'They were pushing their luck, and now they've pushed too far.'
A Grand Theft Auto 3 Fic by
Jose Philipe Mendola
Legal notice: To make this Fic look as good as possible, I'm going to say this once, and it goes for every chapter I put up. I do NOT own Grand Theft Auto 3 or have any connection to RockStar OR Rockstarnorth. These are copyrighted names, and I am stealing them for the time being.
Fair Warning: This fic contains blood, salty language, drug references, racial slurs and anything else I see fit. I regards to what is in here, I am in NO way racist myself. I hate everyone equally. seriously; I don't take my anger out on minorities or blame them for anything. I'm usually the one to blame.
Authors Rant: The time has come. I have taken it upon myself to write another Fic (Complete with a ton of chapters) devoted to the Triad/ Mob war. I'm not sure how good it will be, but please, be sure to review it and give any pointers, suggestions and things you want to see. Thanks.
Chapter 1
'Pushing Their Luck'
I had been a few years since the Triads had made a name for themselves in this hole people called Liberty City. They had almost sprung up overnight. One day it was a cleared out store, the next it was 'Wong Brothers Laundromat'. No one in the Leone family, or it's 'business' partners paid it much attention at first, but one day things went a tad wrong.
Tony Cipriani had ordered a few boys to pick up some 'change' form a local dry cleaning store, but they were told that they were no longer paying the Mob to keep them safe.
Coming back to Tony with the unfortunate news, he was soon thrown into a fit of rage. Summoning three of his best men and a nice gang car, he set off with three of his boys to have a little business talk with the manager of the store.
Two broken knees later, the dry cleaning store was mysteriously set ablaze. According to two police officers,
'It must have been an electrical problem.' That was all they said on the matter before they climbed into their new Stingers.
Odd things were happening to local cleaners that did not pay the Mob, but Hsu Chong had other plans for the Mob.
At first, it was just like playing games with people with nice cars and suits.
If some Mob boys left a car unattended, a 'friend' of Hsu's would accidentally slash a tire or two, or cut a few wires under the hood. This went well for a while, but it was not until Hsu got word that one of his friends had his face rearranged by one of Tony's men.
According to Koba, he was doing a little tuning up on a Mob gang car when he was seen. He tried to make a run for it, but he was no match for two Italian men running at full speed. They quickly caught up to him, gave him quite the pounding, and sent him back to tell his boss to cut the shit or else there would be one less gook in the world.
Naturally, this did not sit too well with Hsu. As the laws that Hsu believed in stated,
'An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth'
It would be tricky business getting a Mob member in such a position, but it would be well worth it in the end.
Hsu decided to pull off this mighty task late one rainy night. It was the perfect time to do it, and under the best weather conditions. Tonight, Koba would be avenged.
The instructions were simple enough. Seek out a Mob member, isolate him, and work him over real nicely with a bat or two. Simple. Even these goons could do that. The only thing left to do was wait for the outcome.
Mario had no idea the weather was like this. he had been in Luigi's club for a few hours talking things over with some of his partners. These triads were putting up a fight, but no matter how many of these guys they beat up, these things just kept coming.
Stepping out from the overhang of the back door, Mario made his was toward the street through the back alley that was the back door to Luigi's Club.
It was raining fairly hard, so Mario decided to put on his black derby. Stopping in the alley just before the sidewalk, he checked his watch. It was 2:30. Pulling up his trench coat a bit higher, Mario walked in the direction of his parked car.
Not too many people were on the street at this time of night. just a few hookers either standing under a streetlight or hiding from the rain under a doorway. Aside from them and the homeless that were walking the sidewalks, there was no one.
Streets like this always made Mario nervous. He felt under his trench coat for his pistol. Indeed it was there, and loaded. No one with a brain walked around in this city without a weapon of any kind.
Hurrying past an alley, Mario though he heard something banging around, if not stumbling over a few trash cans. He stopped and looked down the alley. Because there was only one bare light bulb down there, nothing was visible except for a few broken outlined of garbage cans and boxes.
Shaking the though of anyone there from his head, he continued on.
Walking a little faster, Mario looked behind him. Was he being followed? There was indeed someone walking about 50 yards behind him, but who was it? Was it a coincidence? Was he really being followed? Paranoia struck every heart in Liberty City, but more though those who look behind them ever.
Almost running now, Mario turned into an alley that would lead him to his car. He could see it now. After he passed a pile of boxes, he would be in his car and drive home to Staunton Island. Just a few more yards.
Before Mario knew what had happened, he had been hit in the chest with a bat by someone that had jumped out from behind the boxes. Collapsing to the wet ground and gripping his ribs in pain, he tried to look around. He could only bring his head up to the height where he could see his assailant from the waist down.
Wait. there was more than one. there was one walking down the alley the same way he had. he HAD been followed.of all the times not to take the gamble and turn into a still open strip club.
Now propping himself up on one hand, Mario reached into his coat for his gun.
For trying to make such an obvious move, he was kicked between the eyes by one of the men.
Now lying on his back. Blood streaming from his nose and left ear; Mario saw what he was up against.
There were three of them. They were all wearing what looked like blue jumpsuits with some kind of embroidering stitched on them. It almost looked like the skeleton of a fish.
A bat was immediately brought to his left knee with crushing force. Making a move for his broken joint, he punched hard in the temple three times. Falling back to the ground, Mario found himself at the end of a very big knife hovering above his neck. And just above that, the dark face of an Asian.
'You make a move, I kill you.' He said.
Mario felt the bat land on his right knee and then his chest three times. Breathing was now a chore. Where once it had been easy to do and painless, it was now almost impossible and it hurt to exhale. Unknown to Mario, two of his ribs were broken and they had punctured his left lung.
Mario was almost sure that he was hit a few more times with the bat, but it seemed a dull pain now. Like he was miles away while being beaten.
The last thing Mario saw was a heavy work boot that reeked of processed fish stomp on his nose.
The next morning, there was an entire police force on the scene of a brutal murder.
The police report in the paper the next morning said that
Mario Bertuchi had been mugged, robbed and beaten while on his way to the car. No weapons were found except the gun on the body, and no shots were fired. As of the time being, no suspects were in custody and the police had no leads. The only suspect at the time was a small band of local thugs. No gang relations were suspected.
Toni Cipriani, having finished the article, tore the paper in two. Slamming his fists on the table and letting the pieces of the newspaper land on the floor, he said to a room full of Mafia members
'They were pushing their luck, and now they've pushed too far.'