Liberty City: the new reign
A/n: Another update another chapter. Same as before I don't own GTA blah blah blah. I enjoy reading the support you guys send in the reviews. Never have I gotten so many in one story. Thanks. Oh you guys, don't get too comfy with the proposition of Fido taking over Liberty. Things in the land of Vice may take a sudden sharp turn in the near future. Now I just want to point out my opinion right now about some stuff from the reviews.
from: Jim Love()
I got a few things to say:rnrn1. Fido is a gay name for the hero. It sounds like a member of the Jackson Five. I think the guy's name is Eddie because your first hideout is at a place called "Eddie's"rn2. The guy in the SWAT car with you that gets taken away by the Colombians is the Old Oriental Gentleman from the Love missions. Go to LibertyTree.com to get the news story.rn3. 8-Ball betrayed "The Lone Gunman" in the mission "Last Request".rn3. Tommy Vercetti took over Diaz's business to take over the town. Diaz is Colombian.
Well quite big words there Jim. Here's my side.
I didn't come up with the name "Fido". That's Maria's pet name for GTA3 guy so it became known to refer to him as Fido. 2 I do not believe Eddie's garage belongs to Fido. Infact 8-ball pointed it out too him so it can't be his. 3.) I don't remember 8-ball betraying GTA3 Guy do you? 4 Okay so I got the Oriental gentleman part wrong. So sue me. 5 Actually I believe Diaz to be Cuban. Survey says?
Liberty City: The new reign Chapter 4: Dinner and a showdown.
"Okay okay okay." Tommy said to me in a drunken stupor peering over the top of his wineglass. " You wanna start a crime ring in Liberty?"
" Yeah you could call it that." I responded. A bit annoyed.
" Lance you hear this shit?' He asked his right hand man. " Of all the cities in the U.S. my own Nephew, a blood lined Vercetti, picks the worst fuckin' city in the world."
" I know Tommy. Fuckin' incredible." Came Lance's retort.
We were sitting at the dinner table just having finished our meal. 8-
ball had gone to bed early so all who was left sitting at the table,
was Me, Lance, Tommy and Mercedes. I downed the last of my Budwizer
and sat up straight. Tommy straightened his tie.
" Ok kid you have spunk and it sounds like your intent on doing this."
Tommy said coming out of his comatose of drunk ness. "It sounds like a
good business oppurtunity, to have legimate family ties up north.
Whaddya need?"
I scratched my chin in thought for a moment. " I need some hardware, a
few good men and some dope for funding."
"Okay." Tommy said. "Here's the deal. I have the drugs and the guys
ready. The guns you'll have to wait a bit on."
I nodded my head. " Sounds reasonable." I added. I got up from the
table and left.
When I had got out to the main hall, 8-ball sat on the bottom step of
the grand staicase enjoying a ciggarete. I sat down next to him
fishing my flat box of lucky strikes from my front pocket. Without
looking at me, 8-ball asked; " So what's the deal?"
I lit up my own cancer stick with a weathered KISS zippo. " We have
the drugs and the guys, we gotta wait a few days for the hardware."
8-ball nodded and took a puff. Just then I heard a loud click like a
gun's safety being clicked off.
" Don't fuckin' move senior dickhead."
I looked up from lighting my fag. In front of me stood two people.
One, a Yardie in a blue and white shirt, holding a pump action
directed at my head. The other; a femme' fatale knockout in a
miniskirt. In her right hand she held a vicious looking Desert eagle.
I reconized her instantly.
" Maria!" I said trying to distract her a bit. "Long time no see! What
brings you down to Vice city? A little fun in the sun?"
Just then the Yardie racked the pump on his shotgun.
" Can it babe." She said pissed off. "I came down to this hellhole for
revenge."
" Yeah?" I asked noticing a open bottle of jack daniels lying on the
step next to me. "On which unfortunate soul?"
"You dick wad." She said coolly. " Apparently I don't like the fact
about sleeping with a guy then him shooting me later."
I stood up with the neck of the Jack Daniels clutched in my fist.
"Hey, Maria. Please it was a one night stand relax."
" He's got a point." Said 8-ball butting in.
I jerked the bottle of JD making some of it splash on the Yardie. "
Drink Padre'? It ain't Duchy but it does the job.
The Yardie ignored me.
Just then Maria got more pissed off then I had ever seen her. " KILL
THIS NIG!" She yelled at the shotgun toting Yardie. "Leave Fido for
me."
"Oh now I'm pissed." I said. "Never call me Fido bitch."
I threw my lit ciggarete at the Yardie. Instantly his alcohol drenched
sleeve caught fire. He dropped his shotgun, it fell clattering to the
floor. He started waving his arm around wildly only making it worse.
Maria tried helping him by hitting the flames with her jacket. With my
right hand I drew my Glcok 18 and with my left I broke the bottle of
liquor making it a knife. 8-ball pulled the Berretta from my belt for
his own weapon. When Maria had extinguished the flaming yardie she
reached for her Deagle. I replied by painfully stepping on her hand
and kicking it away.
" She looked down the barrel of my gun with pleading eyes. " Please
don't kill me." She said sounding very fake. "I'll do anything, just
please don't kill me."
I considered a moment. "Tell me." I said. My Glock's sights lined up
on the sqaure of her forehead. "Tell me what's with you and the
Yardies."
Maria stood up and dusted herself. " The Yardies are pissed 'cause you
iced King Courtney. So I made a deal with 'em that I'd help them find
you." She said in her thick New York accent. " Apparently when we got
to Vice city, The Yardies needed crime connections. They needed to
know the right people to get around this town. That's when they joined
a coalition with some members of the Cuban gang."
" Go on." I said.
"Well the Cubans were nice, and told the Yardies they'd help put a hit
out on you." She finished, leaving me a bit un-notified to everything.
Still it was some information.
I furrowed my brow at her. "How many gangs are looking for me?" I
asked.
"Some Haitians, The Prawn Island sharks and the Gruppe's." She
retorted reluctantly.
"Ok." I said. "Why are you still involved with the Yardies then?"
"Oh me?" She asked. "I'm their Kingpin. I control them."
Just then Tommy appeared at the doorway, Apparently he had recovered
from his comatose stated of drunkeness. He looked at me, then to 8
then to Maria then back at me.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?" He screamed.
Maria took advantage of the situation and landed a right hook square
across my jaw. I landed on the hard cold marble floor and watched as 8-
ball fumbled with the safety on his gun. My Glock slid across the
floor to Tommy's feet. Maria pulled from the waistband of her
miniskirt a Kahr 9 and shoot 8-ball in the kneecap. 8 howled in pain
clutching his bloody knee as Tommy shot at the fleeing Maria as she
ran out the front door.
I fell to 8's side as he clutched his wounded knee. I tore the sleeve
of my shirt off and folded it up applying pressure on the wound. Tommy
walked over to me handing my gun back to me. He then took out his cell
phone and said,
"I'll call the paramedics."
TO BE CONTINUED
A/n: Another update another chapter. Same as before I don't own GTA blah blah blah. I enjoy reading the support you guys send in the reviews. Never have I gotten so many in one story. Thanks. Oh you guys, don't get too comfy with the proposition of Fido taking over Liberty. Things in the land of Vice may take a sudden sharp turn in the near future. Now I just want to point out my opinion right now about some stuff from the reviews.
from: Jim Love()
I got a few things to say:rnrn1. Fido is a gay name for the hero. It sounds like a member of the Jackson Five. I think the guy's name is Eddie because your first hideout is at a place called "Eddie's"rn2. The guy in the SWAT car with you that gets taken away by the Colombians is the Old Oriental Gentleman from the Love missions. Go to LibertyTree.com to get the news story.rn3. 8-Ball betrayed "The Lone Gunman" in the mission "Last Request".rn3. Tommy Vercetti took over Diaz's business to take over the town. Diaz is Colombian.
Well quite big words there Jim. Here's my side.
I didn't come up with the name "Fido". That's Maria's pet name for GTA3 guy so it became known to refer to him as Fido. 2 I do not believe Eddie's garage belongs to Fido. Infact 8-ball pointed it out too him so it can't be his. 3.) I don't remember 8-ball betraying GTA3 Guy do you? 4 Okay so I got the Oriental gentleman part wrong. So sue me. 5 Actually I believe Diaz to be Cuban. Survey says?
Liberty City: The new reign Chapter 4: Dinner and a showdown.
"Okay okay okay." Tommy said to me in a drunken stupor peering over the top of his wineglass. " You wanna start a crime ring in Liberty?"
" Yeah you could call it that." I responded. A bit annoyed.
" Lance you hear this shit?' He asked his right hand man. " Of all the cities in the U.S. my own Nephew, a blood lined Vercetti, picks the worst fuckin' city in the world."
" I know Tommy. Fuckin' incredible." Came Lance's retort.
We were sitting at the dinner table just having finished our meal. 8-
ball had gone to bed early so all who was left sitting at the table,
was Me, Lance, Tommy and Mercedes. I downed the last of my Budwizer
and sat up straight. Tommy straightened his tie.
" Ok kid you have spunk and it sounds like your intent on doing this."
Tommy said coming out of his comatose of drunk ness. "It sounds like a
good business oppurtunity, to have legimate family ties up north.
Whaddya need?"
I scratched my chin in thought for a moment. " I need some hardware, a
few good men and some dope for funding."
"Okay." Tommy said. "Here's the deal. I have the drugs and the guys
ready. The guns you'll have to wait a bit on."
I nodded my head. " Sounds reasonable." I added. I got up from the
table and left.
When I had got out to the main hall, 8-ball sat on the bottom step of
the grand staicase enjoying a ciggarete. I sat down next to him
fishing my flat box of lucky strikes from my front pocket. Without
looking at me, 8-ball asked; " So what's the deal?"
I lit up my own cancer stick with a weathered KISS zippo. " We have
the drugs and the guys, we gotta wait a few days for the hardware."
8-ball nodded and took a puff. Just then I heard a loud click like a
gun's safety being clicked off.
" Don't fuckin' move senior dickhead."
I looked up from lighting my fag. In front of me stood two people.
One, a Yardie in a blue and white shirt, holding a pump action
directed at my head. The other; a femme' fatale knockout in a
miniskirt. In her right hand she held a vicious looking Desert eagle.
I reconized her instantly.
" Maria!" I said trying to distract her a bit. "Long time no see! What
brings you down to Vice city? A little fun in the sun?"
Just then the Yardie racked the pump on his shotgun.
" Can it babe." She said pissed off. "I came down to this hellhole for
revenge."
" Yeah?" I asked noticing a open bottle of jack daniels lying on the
step next to me. "On which unfortunate soul?"
"You dick wad." She said coolly. " Apparently I don't like the fact
about sleeping with a guy then him shooting me later."
I stood up with the neck of the Jack Daniels clutched in my fist.
"Hey, Maria. Please it was a one night stand relax."
" He's got a point." Said 8-ball butting in.
I jerked the bottle of JD making some of it splash on the Yardie. "
Drink Padre'? It ain't Duchy but it does the job.
The Yardie ignored me.
Just then Maria got more pissed off then I had ever seen her. " KILL
THIS NIG!" She yelled at the shotgun toting Yardie. "Leave Fido for
me."
"Oh now I'm pissed." I said. "Never call me Fido bitch."
I threw my lit ciggarete at the Yardie. Instantly his alcohol drenched
sleeve caught fire. He dropped his shotgun, it fell clattering to the
floor. He started waving his arm around wildly only making it worse.
Maria tried helping him by hitting the flames with her jacket. With my
right hand I drew my Glcok 18 and with my left I broke the bottle of
liquor making it a knife. 8-ball pulled the Berretta from my belt for
his own weapon. When Maria had extinguished the flaming yardie she
reached for her Deagle. I replied by painfully stepping on her hand
and kicking it away.
" She looked down the barrel of my gun with pleading eyes. " Please
don't kill me." She said sounding very fake. "I'll do anything, just
please don't kill me."
I considered a moment. "Tell me." I said. My Glock's sights lined up
on the sqaure of her forehead. "Tell me what's with you and the
Yardies."
Maria stood up and dusted herself. " The Yardies are pissed 'cause you
iced King Courtney. So I made a deal with 'em that I'd help them find
you." She said in her thick New York accent. " Apparently when we got
to Vice city, The Yardies needed crime connections. They needed to
know the right people to get around this town. That's when they joined
a coalition with some members of the Cuban gang."
" Go on." I said.
"Well the Cubans were nice, and told the Yardies they'd help put a hit
out on you." She finished, leaving me a bit un-notified to everything.
Still it was some information.
I furrowed my brow at her. "How many gangs are looking for me?" I
asked.
"Some Haitians, The Prawn Island sharks and the Gruppe's." She
retorted reluctantly.
"Ok." I said. "Why are you still involved with the Yardies then?"
"Oh me?" She asked. "I'm their Kingpin. I control them."
Just then Tommy appeared at the doorway, Apparently he had recovered
from his comatose stated of drunkeness. He looked at me, then to 8
then to Maria then back at me.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?" He screamed.
Maria took advantage of the situation and landed a right hook square
across my jaw. I landed on the hard cold marble floor and watched as 8-
ball fumbled with the safety on his gun. My Glock slid across the
floor to Tommy's feet. Maria pulled from the waistband of her
miniskirt a Kahr 9 and shoot 8-ball in the kneecap. 8 howled in pain
clutching his bloody knee as Tommy shot at the fleeing Maria as she
ran out the front door.
I fell to 8's side as he clutched his wounded knee. I tore the sleeve
of my shirt off and folded it up applying pressure on the wound. Tommy
walked over to me handing my gun back to me. He then took out his cell
phone and said,
"I'll call the paramedics."
TO BE CONTINUED