Chapter 11
The Streets Run Red With Blood
Chris and Maria spent the night together. Nothing happened, and Chris was a little afraid of something happening. Well, not afraid, more nervous. In the morning he met Asuka outside on a veranda overlooking the ocean.
"Chris, today is the day you front an assassination of every major Mafia player in Liberty. The men you are assigned to kill are Tony Cipriani, Luigi Guterelli, Joey and Salvatore Leone in that order. Our surveillance will keep an eye on every one of them. Here's a cell phone. Call 555-3323 to reach the surveillance. They'll inform you of your next hits whereabouts. If you need help, call them. I have a vehicle I need to show you now."
"Hey, wait a minute! I was told I just needed to kill Salvatore!" Chris wasn't panicking, just intimidated.
"We are going to wipe the Leone Family from the streets, make sure the Mafia never regains control again."
"Well, let's get started huh?" Chris sighed.
" Very well. Follow me." Asuka walked to the back of her luxurious house, and proceeded outside. Chris followed her into a dark garage. She flipped a light switch. Bright light flooded the room and Chris saw a jet black Patriot.
"Am I gonna use this hunk of junk to kill 'em all? Why?" Chris asked.
Asuka never replied she walked to the bed of the Patriot. She slowly unveiled a massive 50 caliber chaingun on the bed.
"Holy shit. Who's driving?" Chris smiled.
"One of the Yakuza's best drivers. Keep this covered till you reach the first target. You'll be riding shotgun till you are in close proximity of the target. It's not legal, but the cops won't care. They've already been informed of it, and we've paid them off. You have a two hour window to kill them all." As Asuka finished a young Asian man walked into the room.
"Chris, this is Hirushi. He'll be driving you. He doesn't speak much English. He'll stop about 200 meters from the first target, allowing you to get in back and man the gun. When your target is dead, remain in the gunner seat and proceed to the next location which you have learned via your cell phone." Asuka wished them luck, then headed back into her estate.
"Alright then." Chris opened the cell phone dialed the number and waited for a ring. One ring and it was answered.
" First Target : Tony Cipriani. At Mama's Italian food in St. Marks. Get rid of him. Should the vehicle be disabled there is a collection of arms in the back seat."
Chris hopped in the passenger side, and Hirushi turned the car on. He slowly rolled out. The Patriot was surprisingly fast, and St. Marks was reached in fifteen minutes. Without saying a word, Chris got out.
" Gaijin. Target will ride in that limo. Fire when he get in." The Asian said in choppy English.
The pudgy man Chris saw at the club walked out. He stepped into the limo.
"Let's roll." Chris said.
* * *
The Patriot advanced like a bat out of hell. Chris opened fire in the gun, each bullet rocking the seat he was in, and each bullet went on to pierce the limo. The limo exploded, flying high over the Patriot's head.
"Damn!" Chris got a major adrenaline rush out of it. He dialed up the number on the cell phone again.
"Luigi Gutterelli. In his Limo on 5th and Main. Guarded. Watch out." The surveillance hung up.
"Yo, Chinaman! 5th and Main! Now!" Chris slid the cell phone into his pocket. The Patriot's engine roared as it accelerated. It fishtailed perfectly on to 5th and Main. The sound of gunfire pierced the calm air. Chris realized he was being fired at. He fired the gun, and it screamed into the surrounding air, each bullet piercing an assailant. Chris sighed, and saw the limo approaching, and from behind the limo... came dashing two Mafia Sentinels. They were copying Chris style by hanging half in, half out. They opened fire on the Patriot, and bullets riddled the hood, but they simply bounced. Chris smiled, a lit the foremost sentinel up in gunfire. The sentinel flew through the air in flames, rolling twice before coming to a stop in front of the limo. The second Sentinel tried to ram the Patriot, but it's whole front half fell off under the might of it's crushing. Chris saw blood spurt under the tires on the second half as the Patriot bucked over the Sentinel. Nothing between him and Luigi now. Except the burned carcass of the first sentinel. The Patriot easily made the Sentinel it's bitch however, slamming it to the side in one swift smash. The Limo swerved to the side and tried to get away, but the Patriot was faster and a lot more limber. It slammed into the Limo's back side as it sped past. The limo was smashed into a u- turn, but accelerated anyway. Chris smiled at it's feeble attempts to get away. He fired at limo, each bullet rippling it's sides. It exploded, and Chris heard the scream inside right before it did. He nonchalantly drew the cell out again.
* * *
"Joey and Salvatore are in the same convoy escorting them to the club. Bonus. Kill them both. They are in Sentinels, so be careful about it and don't let them get away."
"Get to Luigi's club!" Chris yelled at Hirushi. The Patriot rolled slowly to the red light district.
"We'll wait here till they arrive." Chris rested finally. No one noticed the hulking gun in the back of the Patriot. No one was there to notice; the streets had been vacated as people ran from the gunfire. The convoy rolled by. The Patriot's engine came to life, and peeled out of it's hiding place. Chris slammed down the fire button, and two Sentinels out of five in the convoy exploded. The explosions were too near; the Patriot launched into the air, and Chris was thrown from his seat. He watched as the Patriot whirled through the air, and upon landing, the ammunition caused the whole thing to go up. Chris thought only for a moment that this was the hour of his doom. He mustered up the courage to face the advancing Sentinel threat. Taking his trusty shotgun from his jacket, he faced the Sentinels. Three of 'em left. I gotta kill 'em now, even if Joey and Salvatore are dead already, he told himself. The first car accelerated as the other two bided their time. He jumped to the side, and fired once into the passenger side. The car spun out of control, and Chris could only guess the driver was dead. The other two advanced at once, and Chris dived aside. He unloaded into one's tire. It spun for a moment, regained control, and advanced again. Chris pushed himself off of the hard pavement. He waited, standing like a stone wall against the car's onslaught. He saw the lights blind his vision as the early morning sun couldn't pierce the clouds. He saw the bumped disappear under his vision and then, he jumped. He landed on the hood, and stared into Joey Leone's face. He had seen him once at the mansion. He fired once, and blood sprayed on the windshield. Smiling, he jumped off the hood as the car slammed into the side of the building. He saw the look of horror on Salvatore's face in the next Sentinel. Salvatore advanced and Chris fired, taking out the engine of the car, but sure not to kill Salvatore. The car rolled to a stop mere inches before Chris. Salvatore slumped out of the driver side. Chris approached. It seemed some stray bullets had hit Salvatore anyway.
"Chris........ you let me live. I'll give you everything, my mansion, the Family. Everything." Salvatore raised up his hand, smiling as well as he could.
"Salvatore, bud. It's over. The Family's done for, I've got your wife, and a beautiful place on Staunton. Why would I want a dismantled organization and a cheap piece of shit place on a high rise above the ghetto. You're done Salvatore."
"Oh god, don't kill me!" Salvatore wept. Chris smiled as he shot Salvatore. Every bullet pierced his face, lined and wrinkled from years of stress.
"You fuck with me," Chris mounted the shotgun on his shoulder, "you fuckin' with the best." He ran into the Red Light District, jacked a vacant Sentinel and rode to Asuka's place.
The Streets Run Red With Blood
Chris and Maria spent the night together. Nothing happened, and Chris was a little afraid of something happening. Well, not afraid, more nervous. In the morning he met Asuka outside on a veranda overlooking the ocean.
"Chris, today is the day you front an assassination of every major Mafia player in Liberty. The men you are assigned to kill are Tony Cipriani, Luigi Guterelli, Joey and Salvatore Leone in that order. Our surveillance will keep an eye on every one of them. Here's a cell phone. Call 555-3323 to reach the surveillance. They'll inform you of your next hits whereabouts. If you need help, call them. I have a vehicle I need to show you now."
"Hey, wait a minute! I was told I just needed to kill Salvatore!" Chris wasn't panicking, just intimidated.
"We are going to wipe the Leone Family from the streets, make sure the Mafia never regains control again."
"Well, let's get started huh?" Chris sighed.
" Very well. Follow me." Asuka walked to the back of her luxurious house, and proceeded outside. Chris followed her into a dark garage. She flipped a light switch. Bright light flooded the room and Chris saw a jet black Patriot.
"Am I gonna use this hunk of junk to kill 'em all? Why?" Chris asked.
Asuka never replied she walked to the bed of the Patriot. She slowly unveiled a massive 50 caliber chaingun on the bed.
"Holy shit. Who's driving?" Chris smiled.
"One of the Yakuza's best drivers. Keep this covered till you reach the first target. You'll be riding shotgun till you are in close proximity of the target. It's not legal, but the cops won't care. They've already been informed of it, and we've paid them off. You have a two hour window to kill them all." As Asuka finished a young Asian man walked into the room.
"Chris, this is Hirushi. He'll be driving you. He doesn't speak much English. He'll stop about 200 meters from the first target, allowing you to get in back and man the gun. When your target is dead, remain in the gunner seat and proceed to the next location which you have learned via your cell phone." Asuka wished them luck, then headed back into her estate.
"Alright then." Chris opened the cell phone dialed the number and waited for a ring. One ring and it was answered.
" First Target : Tony Cipriani. At Mama's Italian food in St. Marks. Get rid of him. Should the vehicle be disabled there is a collection of arms in the back seat."
Chris hopped in the passenger side, and Hirushi turned the car on. He slowly rolled out. The Patriot was surprisingly fast, and St. Marks was reached in fifteen minutes. Without saying a word, Chris got out.
" Gaijin. Target will ride in that limo. Fire when he get in." The Asian said in choppy English.
The pudgy man Chris saw at the club walked out. He stepped into the limo.
"Let's roll." Chris said.
* * *
The Patriot advanced like a bat out of hell. Chris opened fire in the gun, each bullet rocking the seat he was in, and each bullet went on to pierce the limo. The limo exploded, flying high over the Patriot's head.
"Damn!" Chris got a major adrenaline rush out of it. He dialed up the number on the cell phone again.
"Luigi Gutterelli. In his Limo on 5th and Main. Guarded. Watch out." The surveillance hung up.
"Yo, Chinaman! 5th and Main! Now!" Chris slid the cell phone into his pocket. The Patriot's engine roared as it accelerated. It fishtailed perfectly on to 5th and Main. The sound of gunfire pierced the calm air. Chris realized he was being fired at. He fired the gun, and it screamed into the surrounding air, each bullet piercing an assailant. Chris sighed, and saw the limo approaching, and from behind the limo... came dashing two Mafia Sentinels. They were copying Chris style by hanging half in, half out. They opened fire on the Patriot, and bullets riddled the hood, but they simply bounced. Chris smiled, a lit the foremost sentinel up in gunfire. The sentinel flew through the air in flames, rolling twice before coming to a stop in front of the limo. The second Sentinel tried to ram the Patriot, but it's whole front half fell off under the might of it's crushing. Chris saw blood spurt under the tires on the second half as the Patriot bucked over the Sentinel. Nothing between him and Luigi now. Except the burned carcass of the first sentinel. The Patriot easily made the Sentinel it's bitch however, slamming it to the side in one swift smash. The Limo swerved to the side and tried to get away, but the Patriot was faster and a lot more limber. It slammed into the Limo's back side as it sped past. The limo was smashed into a u- turn, but accelerated anyway. Chris smiled at it's feeble attempts to get away. He fired at limo, each bullet rippling it's sides. It exploded, and Chris heard the scream inside right before it did. He nonchalantly drew the cell out again.
* * *
"Joey and Salvatore are in the same convoy escorting them to the club. Bonus. Kill them both. They are in Sentinels, so be careful about it and don't let them get away."
"Get to Luigi's club!" Chris yelled at Hirushi. The Patriot rolled slowly to the red light district.
"We'll wait here till they arrive." Chris rested finally. No one noticed the hulking gun in the back of the Patriot. No one was there to notice; the streets had been vacated as people ran from the gunfire. The convoy rolled by. The Patriot's engine came to life, and peeled out of it's hiding place. Chris slammed down the fire button, and two Sentinels out of five in the convoy exploded. The explosions were too near; the Patriot launched into the air, and Chris was thrown from his seat. He watched as the Patriot whirled through the air, and upon landing, the ammunition caused the whole thing to go up. Chris thought only for a moment that this was the hour of his doom. He mustered up the courage to face the advancing Sentinel threat. Taking his trusty shotgun from his jacket, he faced the Sentinels. Three of 'em left. I gotta kill 'em now, even if Joey and Salvatore are dead already, he told himself. The first car accelerated as the other two bided their time. He jumped to the side, and fired once into the passenger side. The car spun out of control, and Chris could only guess the driver was dead. The other two advanced at once, and Chris dived aside. He unloaded into one's tire. It spun for a moment, regained control, and advanced again. Chris pushed himself off of the hard pavement. He waited, standing like a stone wall against the car's onslaught. He saw the lights blind his vision as the early morning sun couldn't pierce the clouds. He saw the bumped disappear under his vision and then, he jumped. He landed on the hood, and stared into Joey Leone's face. He had seen him once at the mansion. He fired once, and blood sprayed on the windshield. Smiling, he jumped off the hood as the car slammed into the side of the building. He saw the look of horror on Salvatore's face in the next Sentinel. Salvatore advanced and Chris fired, taking out the engine of the car, but sure not to kill Salvatore. The car rolled to a stop mere inches before Chris. Salvatore slumped out of the driver side. Chris approached. It seemed some stray bullets had hit Salvatore anyway.
"Chris........ you let me live. I'll give you everything, my mansion, the Family. Everything." Salvatore raised up his hand, smiling as well as he could.
"Salvatore, bud. It's over. The Family's done for, I've got your wife, and a beautiful place on Staunton. Why would I want a dismantled organization and a cheap piece of shit place on a high rise above the ghetto. You're done Salvatore."
"Oh god, don't kill me!" Salvatore wept. Chris smiled as he shot Salvatore. Every bullet pierced his face, lined and wrinkled from years of stress.
"You fuck with me," Chris mounted the shotgun on his shoulder, "you fuckin' with the best." He ran into the Red Light District, jacked a vacant Sentinel and rode to Asuka's place.
