A/N: Changing the format a little here so the story allows me more creativity now. This chapter is a mission not in the game, but important to the story.

Chapter 12

Keep your enemies closer......



Asuka's guesthouse hardly dimmed in luxury from her own house. Before Chris entered, he was confronted by two Asian men in Armani suits who bade him to stop. The Japanese men laid down two briefcases silently, then bowed. They headed to their custom stingers. Chris watched the two men drive off, and looked at the suitcases. He knew it was the fortune of the Mafia, Maria's first payment of her inherited wealth. All of the Don's heirs were dead, so all the money went to her. Chris took them both, and swiftly entered the guesthouse. Chris was in awe. After proceeding down a short hallway he stopped. His mouth dropped. The briefcases fell to the floor.

The room was adorned with every electronic luxury he could think of. Big screen T.V., DVD player, surround sound. Even a playstation 2, well kept and a sleek black, laying near the T.V. The walls and floors were white, with the wall opposite the big-screen only broken by a black plasma T.V.

There was no doubt in his mine that he deserved the luxuries. But moments after evaluating the room, Chris picked up the cases and set them on the roundtable between the couch and in front of the big screen. They both opened with a click and there was the money. Chris sat down. Ten Benjamins to a bundle in rows two by three by five, and more was coming tomorrow. That's thirty thousand in each case, and more of the Leone crime family's worth pouring into his pockets every day.

Whoever said 'crime doesn't pay' or 'money isn't everything' is next on my hit list, he laughed to himself.

At that precise moment, Chris's door flung open. Chris looked up. He saw a man, balding with dark sunglasses, his cuban cigar smoke mixing in with that from his twin assault rifles. His suit was bloody

"Took care of your friends." the man opened fire. Chris threw the money to the side of the sofa, kicked the table over and hid behind the sofa. He regrouped himself as the man made Swiss cheese out of the table, and turned his attention to the couch.

Chris knew any false movement would mean paralyzation, death or simply immense pain. He drew two pistols from his pockets. He leapt into the air, twisting around and emptied both barrels at the man. He saw the man's body convulse, and his door was redecorated in blood scarlet and brain matter gray. The man slumped. Chris dropped the clips to the floor. He reloaded and placed the guns in his pockets again. He stuck out his bottom lip, blowing his long hair out of his eyes. He grabbed both assault rifles. He kicked open the bloody front door. He sneaked outside to see that four door cars full of men had pulled up. He ran inside, and in the white room there were two staircases, both curving up to the same door. He ran up, and entered, figuring this was his bedroom. He surveyed the room. Beautiful silk curtains and bed sheets. And speaking of beautiful.... a curvaceous lump appeared on the right of the bed. He advanced, and saw that it was in fact Maria.

"Maria! Get the fuck out 'a bed! We have company!" Chris yelled, and Maria jumped out of bed, awake and only in a nightgown. Chris ignored the fact. Chris saw a steel black locker in the corner of the room. He ran over, and saw out the window that the hitmen were just entering the guesthouse. He flung the locker open. Inside, an RPG hung, as well as four grenades, two uzis, two sawed-offs and a sniper rifle. Chris tossed Maria the Uzis.

" Honey, all you gotta do is shoot anything coming through those windows, okay?" Chris opened the door to the white room.

"Okay."

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Chris headed to the top of the staircase and looked down on his assailants. They were pouring in sixteen at a time. Without a word, he rained hell on the hitmen. The bullets ripped through half of them, killing them, or mortally wounding them. The remaining half returned fire, but Chris simply hid behind the walls of his room. They were not penetrated by any bullets.

"Baby, use one of these!" Maria tossed Chris a grenade.

"Great minds think alike!" Chris stepped out, pulled the pin, and let it roll down the staircase. The grenade detonated, sending body parts and entire bodies flying, and Chris let out a gleeful laugh of enthusiasm. He saw that only the hall carpet had been burned. The walls must have been made of Iron, or something inflammable! Yet, more were coming. He saw even more hitmen run in. More cars must have pulled up! Chris ran back into the room, running past Maria and flinging open the locker. Chris saw silhouettes against the windows right before two men came crashing in. Maria gritted her teeth as her bullets cut through the both of them. She blew the smoke from the guns as Chris watched, and more or less posed seductively for Chris with them. Chris smiled at her, then turned to the other love of his life. His guns. He grabbed the Sniper Rifle .

"Honey, I'm off to work." he said, brushing past her with a smile. He hoisted it over his shoulder. The white room was going to be crawling soon with hit squad members.

"You think you mess with me? Huh? I got something for you! Say 'ello to m' leetle fren'!" Chris did his best impersonation of his one true Idol. He shot three of the men that were entering in the face in less than three seconds each. He dropped the sniper, then opened fire with the Assault Rifle. Each man that came dropped from the gunfire.

"Yeah! Fuck you! You need an army to take us on!" Chris threw his arms in the air, as if signaling his victory. One hitman crawled, nearly lifeless. Chris fired at him again, laughing maniacally. The body then went limp.

He then realized what had happened. Maria came to his side a minute later. He looked around the room.

"Maria.... how the hell are we gonna pay for this? We ruined it, and I haven't even been here five minutes!" Chris looked at Maria, his face unchanged even through his worry.

"It won't come out of our pockets. The Yakuza will fix it, I'm sure. But we can't sleep here tonight. Let's go back to Asuka." Maria said. Chris nodded, and made his way down the stairs to the front. He stepped on any carcass in his way, and Maria tiptoed around each one, still frightened by the thought of death even though she had taken two men's lives just earlier.