Liberty City: The new reign
A/n: Ah another chapter. Same disclaimer I don't own grand theft auto, Rockstar does blah blah blah. I would like to point out a few things though mentioned in the reviews.
Sniperfox pointed out the M16 in GTA3 was a M16A1 not the M16A2 model. I believe in my opinion this to be wrong. If you take a comparison of the two weapons side by side you notice that the A2 has molded rings on its fore grip while the A1 does not. The Fore grip on the A2 is round while the A1 is triangular. The A2 has a 30 round clip like in the game while the A1 only has 20 rounds. And come on think about it for a second. Our military currently has the M16A2 in service, while in Vietnam it was the A1, I mean really would our military service outdated weapons?
Sniperfox also pointed out I kept saying Stanton island instead of the correct term Staunton island. Blame my word processor.
Princein, King Courtney was a chick? I didn't know that. But then again there are guys name Courtney.
Also anything else that didn't fit is strictly my view on the story line.
Enjoy.
Chapter 3: A new gang in town.
" You carrying kid?" Quentin asked me as we crossed the Versetti mansion threshold for the second time today. Mario Drove up in a Mint condition green '86 Deluxo.
" No." I replied.
Lance Reached behind his back and pulled out from underneath his belt a loaded Chrome finished colt .45 and 2 magazines. He handed them to me.
" Don't you need a gun too man?" I asked him.
" Naw I'm fine kid, thanks for asking." He replied patting at a concealed white shoulder holster under his jacket.
I shrugged my shoulders and got in the back of the car. Lance sat down next to me, and Mario was in the driver's seat Uzi at the ready. A moment later Tommy strolled out of the Versetti manor with a new weapon, his Deagle tucked under his belt. The new weapon he carried was like a mix between a IMI Uzi 9mm and a H&K G36 compact. Tommy yanked open the car door and slipped into the passenger's seat.
" Bringing along some extra fire power Tommy?" Lance asked.
"Yeah, I figured so. That kid who came in with Michael can't use a gun." Came his Retort.
I nodded at Tommy as Mario peeled out of the curving driveway.
" What kind of gun is that sir?" I asked him.
Mario drove west down Star road, the main road of Starfish Island.
" I got it in yesterday. It's the new model Heckler and Koch PDW or MP7 if you want to call it that. I figured I'd break it in today on some Haitian scumbag" He finished slapping a high capped magazine into the handgun butt. I nodded my head eyeing the weapon. It was odd, but I heard the MP7 was H&K's best 9mm submachine gun in their product lineup yet. I then realised I was still holding Quentin's .45, so I started checking it out. Ie: Lining up the sights flipping the safety off then back on. And chambering a round. By the time I was done we had arrived in a slum neighborhood. People looked at us from their windows and front porches as we drove past them. Little kids who were near a broken fire hydrant next to a shack scattered and ran away as we pulled up in front of the house. A large Haitian women carrying a wooden spoon, she was dressed in all purple except for a flower printed apron as she walked out of the shack.
" Eh Tommy Versetti!" She said sounding pissed off. "Nuff' deed mon 'round ere', Ah told ye already, Not to com' back ta little Haiti but ya do anyway. My boys ain't be causin' ya any trouble for awhile ya 'ear?"
Tommy got out of the car MP7 behind his back. Lance got out and followed along with me. Mario stayed behind toying with the car's throttle.
" You, Auntie Poulet." Tommy began. " Claim your boys haven't anything to me or my assets? Yet this morning my protection squad a Kauffman cabs had a shootout with some Haitians who broke into the safe holding the month's revenue. Yet you say you've left us alone…I wonder."
" Eh Versetti, Mah Boy's weren't anywhere near K cabs this morning!" She exclaimed defensibly. "they was at mah shack going over with me a plan in the gang war we be havin' wit dem' Cuban boys!"
"Right." Said Tommy unconvinced. Just then out of the corner of my eye I saw a Red Lobo turn the corner at a extremely fast speed. A Yardie gangster and a Hatian poked themselves out of the right side passneger windows brandishing sawn off MossBerg M500 shotguns. As quickly as I could react I pulled Tommy and Lance down backwards with behind the Deluxo. The drive byers both fired one shot each Mario didn't notice until the last moment and got hit with a face full of shot. He slumped against the steering wheel, dead. Poulet was a bit lucky and got hit in the shoulder. She clutched her gored shoulder uneasily and slumped to the front porch in shock. Tommy got up dusted himself same as lance did. He looked at the limp figure of Auntie Poulet for a second then turned around and pointed at a woman standing on her porch nearby who saw the whole incident. He yelled a simple sentence at her.
" CALL AN AMBULANCE!"
In the meantime I had pulled the corpse of Mario out of the driver's seat letting him fall to the ground. I picked up his Uzi and pulled the hammer bolt back. Tommy slid into the seat next to me and Lance was once again in the back.
" Can you drive kid?" Tommy asked a bit excited.
"Watch me." I said as I shifted the car into first gear.
We peeled out of the dirt neighborhood the same way the Lobo had went. When I turned the corner I saw the Yardie car sitting at a red light about to make a right turn. I gunned the Deluxo's engine as the Lobo started pulling out. I just missed fish tailing it when I got to the Lobo. I did a sharp right turn bearing down on the Red Lobo. As soon as I was about to ram it sped up and the Haitian popped out of the side window wielding his shotgun again. He fired at the Deluxo barely missing the right front tire. He pulled the shotgun back to rack it but Tommy started firing at the lobo with his PDW. Three shots hit the trunk lid while two hit the roof next to the Haitian. The Haitian finished chambering a shell and fired at us again hitting the hood. Buckshot tore through the thin metal and hit the radiator.
White smoke started billowing from the car. I had to end this fast or we'd lose them from the car's engine melting. I pulled myself out of the window and emptied the clip at the car. 3 shots shattered the windshield while 2 more hit the trunk again. The last two hit their mark as the tire exploded and flapped around the metal rim like a rag doll. My hand was still out the window when the hubcap freed itself from the rim and headed straight for my hand. Pulled my hand back saving it but not the gun , and the gun was knocked from my hand. The lobo lost control and flipped over thanks to its hydraulics, Unfortunate for the Haitian who was still hanging out the side window when the car flipped. Lance flinched when the Haitian dove head- first with the car.
I stopped the Deluxo and pulled the Deagle out of Tommy's belt. Feeling the smooth ivory in my hand I held the at in a guard position and jogged over to the Lobo. Tommy followed PDW in hand followed by Lance who carried a gun identical to the Colt I had lost. I crouched down next to the wreckage and looked underneath it. They were dead. A Haitian and two Yardies were the only people reconisable. I stood up and shook my head handing Tommy his Gun back.
" What's the problem kid?" He asked me.
"What I wanted to know was what a Liberty City street gang was doing down south."
" You win some and you lose some kid." Said Quentin walking up to us. "I learned that the hard way."
"Right, right, whatever." Said Tommy. "Let's quit this sissy emotional crap and get going."
Tommy started off to a nearby payphone. Lance a I followed him.
" C'mon kid." Tommy said. "Lets go buy you a new gun."
Tommy had called us a Kauffman cabs and we took a drive over to Washington Beach on the other island. I could tell right then The east island was more Tourist friendly. It looked cleaner and more welcoming. We stopped at this clean cut Ammu-nation. Tommy showed me the handgun counter. The guy sitting behind it looked up at us with a bored look on his face. He was reading gothic themed magazine.
" Mister Versetti." Said the clerk monotonuesly. " What can I do for you."
" Ah Konstantinos, This is my nephew Michael from up North." Said Tommy clapping his hand on my shoulder. Show him your best wares."
The Clerk took out a ring of keys and sighed. He unlocked the glass cabinet and took out the first handgun.
" This is a Berreta M92F. Chrome finish, intergal laser sight, ghost ring sights." Said Konstatinos.
Tommy shook his head.
Konstantinos sighed again and took out the next piece.
" This here is a Glock 18 full automatic, High cap mag, and compensated for lower rate of recoil."
Tommy gave a little maybe nod.
The clerk sighed yet again and pulled out another piece. It was a beauty.
" Colt .45, silver steel plating, low recoil compensation, once belonged to be rumored Ricardo Diaz then Pastor Thomas Richards; who reportedly shot a nudist on pressing issues. Retail at this store: $250.00"
Tommy slapped his hand on the counter making me jump.
" Well take all three. Load em', Bag em' and put em' on my tab." Said Tommy.
" As you wish." Said The depressive Goth sighing for the thousandth tome.
A/n: Ah another chapter. Same disclaimer I don't own grand theft auto, Rockstar does blah blah blah. I would like to point out a few things though mentioned in the reviews.
Sniperfox pointed out the M16 in GTA3 was a M16A1 not the M16A2 model. I believe in my opinion this to be wrong. If you take a comparison of the two weapons side by side you notice that the A2 has molded rings on its fore grip while the A1 does not. The Fore grip on the A2 is round while the A1 is triangular. The A2 has a 30 round clip like in the game while the A1 only has 20 rounds. And come on think about it for a second. Our military currently has the M16A2 in service, while in Vietnam it was the A1, I mean really would our military service outdated weapons?
Sniperfox also pointed out I kept saying Stanton island instead of the correct term Staunton island. Blame my word processor.
Princein, King Courtney was a chick? I didn't know that. But then again there are guys name Courtney.
Also anything else that didn't fit is strictly my view on the story line.
Enjoy.
Chapter 3: A new gang in town.
" You carrying kid?" Quentin asked me as we crossed the Versetti mansion threshold for the second time today. Mario Drove up in a Mint condition green '86 Deluxo.
" No." I replied.
Lance Reached behind his back and pulled out from underneath his belt a loaded Chrome finished colt .45 and 2 magazines. He handed them to me.
" Don't you need a gun too man?" I asked him.
" Naw I'm fine kid, thanks for asking." He replied patting at a concealed white shoulder holster under his jacket.
I shrugged my shoulders and got in the back of the car. Lance sat down next to me, and Mario was in the driver's seat Uzi at the ready. A moment later Tommy strolled out of the Versetti manor with a new weapon, his Deagle tucked under his belt. The new weapon he carried was like a mix between a IMI Uzi 9mm and a H&K G36 compact. Tommy yanked open the car door and slipped into the passenger's seat.
" Bringing along some extra fire power Tommy?" Lance asked.
"Yeah, I figured so. That kid who came in with Michael can't use a gun." Came his Retort.
I nodded at Tommy as Mario peeled out of the curving driveway.
" What kind of gun is that sir?" I asked him.
Mario drove west down Star road, the main road of Starfish Island.
" I got it in yesterday. It's the new model Heckler and Koch PDW or MP7 if you want to call it that. I figured I'd break it in today on some Haitian scumbag" He finished slapping a high capped magazine into the handgun butt. I nodded my head eyeing the weapon. It was odd, but I heard the MP7 was H&K's best 9mm submachine gun in their product lineup yet. I then realised I was still holding Quentin's .45, so I started checking it out. Ie: Lining up the sights flipping the safety off then back on. And chambering a round. By the time I was done we had arrived in a slum neighborhood. People looked at us from their windows and front porches as we drove past them. Little kids who were near a broken fire hydrant next to a shack scattered and ran away as we pulled up in front of the house. A large Haitian women carrying a wooden spoon, she was dressed in all purple except for a flower printed apron as she walked out of the shack.
" Eh Tommy Versetti!" She said sounding pissed off. "Nuff' deed mon 'round ere', Ah told ye already, Not to com' back ta little Haiti but ya do anyway. My boys ain't be causin' ya any trouble for awhile ya 'ear?"
Tommy got out of the car MP7 behind his back. Lance got out and followed along with me. Mario stayed behind toying with the car's throttle.
" You, Auntie Poulet." Tommy began. " Claim your boys haven't anything to me or my assets? Yet this morning my protection squad a Kauffman cabs had a shootout with some Haitians who broke into the safe holding the month's revenue. Yet you say you've left us alone…I wonder."
" Eh Versetti, Mah Boy's weren't anywhere near K cabs this morning!" She exclaimed defensibly. "they was at mah shack going over with me a plan in the gang war we be havin' wit dem' Cuban boys!"
"Right." Said Tommy unconvinced. Just then out of the corner of my eye I saw a Red Lobo turn the corner at a extremely fast speed. A Yardie gangster and a Hatian poked themselves out of the right side passneger windows brandishing sawn off MossBerg M500 shotguns. As quickly as I could react I pulled Tommy and Lance down backwards with behind the Deluxo. The drive byers both fired one shot each Mario didn't notice until the last moment and got hit with a face full of shot. He slumped against the steering wheel, dead. Poulet was a bit lucky and got hit in the shoulder. She clutched her gored shoulder uneasily and slumped to the front porch in shock. Tommy got up dusted himself same as lance did. He looked at the limp figure of Auntie Poulet for a second then turned around and pointed at a woman standing on her porch nearby who saw the whole incident. He yelled a simple sentence at her.
" CALL AN AMBULANCE!"
In the meantime I had pulled the corpse of Mario out of the driver's seat letting him fall to the ground. I picked up his Uzi and pulled the hammer bolt back. Tommy slid into the seat next to me and Lance was once again in the back.
" Can you drive kid?" Tommy asked a bit excited.
"Watch me." I said as I shifted the car into first gear.
We peeled out of the dirt neighborhood the same way the Lobo had went. When I turned the corner I saw the Yardie car sitting at a red light about to make a right turn. I gunned the Deluxo's engine as the Lobo started pulling out. I just missed fish tailing it when I got to the Lobo. I did a sharp right turn bearing down on the Red Lobo. As soon as I was about to ram it sped up and the Haitian popped out of the side window wielding his shotgun again. He fired at the Deluxo barely missing the right front tire. He pulled the shotgun back to rack it but Tommy started firing at the lobo with his PDW. Three shots hit the trunk lid while two hit the roof next to the Haitian. The Haitian finished chambering a shell and fired at us again hitting the hood. Buckshot tore through the thin metal and hit the radiator.
White smoke started billowing from the car. I had to end this fast or we'd lose them from the car's engine melting. I pulled myself out of the window and emptied the clip at the car. 3 shots shattered the windshield while 2 more hit the trunk again. The last two hit their mark as the tire exploded and flapped around the metal rim like a rag doll. My hand was still out the window when the hubcap freed itself from the rim and headed straight for my hand. Pulled my hand back saving it but not the gun , and the gun was knocked from my hand. The lobo lost control and flipped over thanks to its hydraulics, Unfortunate for the Haitian who was still hanging out the side window when the car flipped. Lance flinched when the Haitian dove head- first with the car.
I stopped the Deluxo and pulled the Deagle out of Tommy's belt. Feeling the smooth ivory in my hand I held the at in a guard position and jogged over to the Lobo. Tommy followed PDW in hand followed by Lance who carried a gun identical to the Colt I had lost. I crouched down next to the wreckage and looked underneath it. They were dead. A Haitian and two Yardies were the only people reconisable. I stood up and shook my head handing Tommy his Gun back.
" What's the problem kid?" He asked me.
"What I wanted to know was what a Liberty City street gang was doing down south."
" You win some and you lose some kid." Said Quentin walking up to us. "I learned that the hard way."
"Right, right, whatever." Said Tommy. "Let's quit this sissy emotional crap and get going."
Tommy started off to a nearby payphone. Lance a I followed him.
" C'mon kid." Tommy said. "Lets go buy you a new gun."
Tommy had called us a Kauffman cabs and we took a drive over to Washington Beach on the other island. I could tell right then The east island was more Tourist friendly. It looked cleaner and more welcoming. We stopped at this clean cut Ammu-nation. Tommy showed me the handgun counter. The guy sitting behind it looked up at us with a bored look on his face. He was reading gothic themed magazine.
" Mister Versetti." Said the clerk monotonuesly. " What can I do for you."
" Ah Konstantinos, This is my nephew Michael from up North." Said Tommy clapping his hand on my shoulder. Show him your best wares."
The Clerk took out a ring of keys and sighed. He unlocked the glass cabinet and took out the first handgun.
" This is a Berreta M92F. Chrome finish, intergal laser sight, ghost ring sights." Said Konstatinos.
Tommy shook his head.
Konstantinos sighed again and took out the next piece.
" This here is a Glock 18 full automatic, High cap mag, and compensated for lower rate of recoil."
Tommy gave a little maybe nod.
The clerk sighed yet again and pulled out another piece. It was a beauty.
" Colt .45, silver steel plating, low recoil compensation, once belonged to be rumored Ricardo Diaz then Pastor Thomas Richards; who reportedly shot a nudist on pressing issues. Retail at this store: $250.00"
Tommy slapped his hand on the counter making me jump.
" Well take all three. Load em', Bag em' and put em' on my tab." Said Tommy.
" As you wish." Said The depressive Goth sighing for the thousandth tome.