Liberty City: the new reign
A/n: Yet another chapter. I'm hoping this one be longer with some more action. As always I don't own GTA rockstar does you know the drill. Thanks for the Reviews everyone! I'm probably gunna change the story's title to the Land of Vice.
Liberty City the new reign Chapter5: The Htiman Breeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
My cell phone had just gone off. I picked it up to answer it.
" Hello?" "EH! MIKE!" "Oh. Hey Phil." "How's Vice treatin' ya kid?" "Its fairing. 8 ended up in the hospital." " Oh. Really, how?" " You remember Maria Leone'? The Don's btich?" "Oh that crazy nutter? Yeah I remember her. She could strip the lead out of a pencil." "Yeah, well seems she rounded up the Yardies. Came down south to hunt me down." "Ah so that's how it went down." "Yeah, Freakin' A. She was an animal in the sack.but shit. She can hold a gun." " Tell me bout' it. Hey listen, you remember that crooked pig Ray? " Yeah I remember him. Almost got a fuckin' bullet in my head over him." "Yeah well he's in Vice, It seems the FBI was crooked enough to hire a contract killer to find him. He's held up in this apartment in Washington Beach vistas, Apartment 3c. Go see what's happening down there is you can." "Yeah I'll check it out." *Click*
I turned my cell phone off as Tommy got in the cheetah. In his left hand he held a smoking .357, in his other a black duffel bag. I stared at the gun transfixed as Tommy started the engine. I noticed a ring of blood was encrusted around the tip of the barrel. Tommy looked at me confused.
"What?" He asked.
"Uh.I thought you were collecting the rent." I said a bit confused.
" Oh this?" He asked waving the deadly weapon in my face. "The front page cafe gives me some trouble sometimes.that's all you need to know." He finished reloading his weapon and sticking it in his belt.
"Hey Tommy you know a place in Washington beach called Washington beach Vistas?" I asked him lighting up a smoke. He nodded his head.
"Uh.yeah. I took care of some "buisiness there back in '86." He said buisiness with deadly innuedo. " Why do you wanna go to that dump anyway?"
"Ah I was asked to check up on an old buisiness associate." I responded looking out the window at the bikini clad beauties skating up and down the strip. Tommy started the car up.
" Right. I get the picture kid." He said shifting the car into first gear.
When we had arrived at the Vistas I noticed one thing. Tommy was right. This place was a dump. The roof looked like it was caving in, the grass around it was browning in patches all over the property. Faded paint peeled of the building like sun burned skin. I had no clue why a guy like Ray would choose a dump to lie low in. But then again it was a low-key sorta place. Hidden behind large patches of foilage. I got out of the car and looked around. Ahead of me down an cement path strewn with weeds was a flight of stairs, guided by a rusting wrought iron hand railing. I ascended it followed by Tommy. Our hands on the butt stocks of our weapons at all times.
Apartment 3c was at the top of the stairs. Gilded above the eyehole was rusted letters, a 3 and a upside down c. I noticed the door was slightly ajar so I pushed it open. I was greeted by a wave of rotting fruit and mold. Pulling my Glock out of my I looked around the apartemnt.
"Ray?" I called out to the empty room. It was empty. I noticed light was pouring in through a crack in the bathroom door. I pushed it open. Staring up at me from the bathroom floor, with blank dead eyes. Was Ray. A bullet hole where his heart was. I was a bit shocked. But then again the FBI was looking for him. Tommy tugged at my arm.
"I think we'd better leave kid." He said.
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A/n: Note those pluses put together in a line, show a different POV from Michael's. Meaning someone else is telling the story.
From the passenger window of my Hermes, I saw the Vistas.
The Fed was right about this place. It WAS in disrepair. But all the while the crooked pig's oily voice still ringed in my ears.
"You get rid of Ray, and you're made my friend."
It was a good deal. A 5 figure pay for taking out a bent cop who probably couldn't even shoot a gun, it was easy money. I scoped the place out early in the over stale coffee in the air-conditioned comfort of my Hermes. It was pretty simple. The bathroom window was situated above the building's gas meter, which was also hidden behind a large bush and a palm tree. So I could slip in unnoticed. At around 9:00 I checked the magazine on my Kahr 9mm and screwed on its silencer. I pushed open the rusting door of my car, and pushed it shut as I jogged across the street. I didn't have to be wary of passing cars, since there were no passerby's at this hour. I made my way across the street and behind the bush.
I took my footing on a steam pipe attached to the meter and pushed myself up. I then took a good hold on the window sill and pulled myself up into the bathroom. I could hear the TV on in the next room. A rerun of just the five of us was on. Damn I missed it. I slipped behind the flamingo printed shower curtain just as the TV shut off. A recliner's cushion springs creaked. A man grunted. Ray walked into the room, he was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and an undershirt. He turned the faucet on and splashed some warm water on his face. Just as he was reaching for a towel on the towel rack, I swooped out from behind the curtain. I clamped my arm around his neck as we struggled a bit. After a moment, I placed the barrel of my 9 against his chest and pulled the trigger. He fell limp in my arms dead. It walked out the bathroom door, into the main room, and then out the front door down the steps. I jogged across the street, yet again not having to worry about cars.
I got in the faded interior of my black Hermes, pulling the rusting door shut behind me. I turned on the engine, idleing it a bit. Maybe my Ex was right, I should get a new car. But then again that bitch was crazy. I shifted into first gear and drove straight to prawn island.
I lived on Prawn island opposite the Shark's territory in a small 2-bedroom loft that over looked the global film's lot. When I had gotten in it was noon and rain had started to fall. I threw my keys on the kitchen counter ad mist the heaping piles of trash and my gun on the coffee table. I picked up the tv's remote and switched it on. Yuppie and the alien was on. I liked this show. It was more real than reality shows today. Just then the phone rang. I picked it up
"Hello?" I spoke into the reciever. "Meet me in the Greasy chopper at 8. Come alone and unarmed. Ask the bartender to see Maria." Said a voice on the other end. The phone then went click.
I smirked. More "Work" for me.
A/n: Yet another chapter. I'm hoping this one be longer with some more action. As always I don't own GTA rockstar does you know the drill. Thanks for the Reviews everyone! I'm probably gunna change the story's title to the Land of Vice.
Liberty City the new reign Chapter5: The Htiman Breeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
My cell phone had just gone off. I picked it up to answer it.
" Hello?" "EH! MIKE!" "Oh. Hey Phil." "How's Vice treatin' ya kid?" "Its fairing. 8 ended up in the hospital." " Oh. Really, how?" " You remember Maria Leone'? The Don's btich?" "Oh that crazy nutter? Yeah I remember her. She could strip the lead out of a pencil." "Yeah, well seems she rounded up the Yardies. Came down south to hunt me down." "Ah so that's how it went down." "Yeah, Freakin' A. She was an animal in the sack.but shit. She can hold a gun." " Tell me bout' it. Hey listen, you remember that crooked pig Ray? " Yeah I remember him. Almost got a fuckin' bullet in my head over him." "Yeah well he's in Vice, It seems the FBI was crooked enough to hire a contract killer to find him. He's held up in this apartment in Washington Beach vistas, Apartment 3c. Go see what's happening down there is you can." "Yeah I'll check it out." *Click*
I turned my cell phone off as Tommy got in the cheetah. In his left hand he held a smoking .357, in his other a black duffel bag. I stared at the gun transfixed as Tommy started the engine. I noticed a ring of blood was encrusted around the tip of the barrel. Tommy looked at me confused.
"What?" He asked.
"Uh.I thought you were collecting the rent." I said a bit confused.
" Oh this?" He asked waving the deadly weapon in my face. "The front page cafe gives me some trouble sometimes.that's all you need to know." He finished reloading his weapon and sticking it in his belt.
"Hey Tommy you know a place in Washington beach called Washington beach Vistas?" I asked him lighting up a smoke. He nodded his head.
"Uh.yeah. I took care of some "buisiness there back in '86." He said buisiness with deadly innuedo. " Why do you wanna go to that dump anyway?"
"Ah I was asked to check up on an old buisiness associate." I responded looking out the window at the bikini clad beauties skating up and down the strip. Tommy started the car up.
" Right. I get the picture kid." He said shifting the car into first gear.
When we had arrived at the Vistas I noticed one thing. Tommy was right. This place was a dump. The roof looked like it was caving in, the grass around it was browning in patches all over the property. Faded paint peeled of the building like sun burned skin. I had no clue why a guy like Ray would choose a dump to lie low in. But then again it was a low-key sorta place. Hidden behind large patches of foilage. I got out of the car and looked around. Ahead of me down an cement path strewn with weeds was a flight of stairs, guided by a rusting wrought iron hand railing. I ascended it followed by Tommy. Our hands on the butt stocks of our weapons at all times.
Apartment 3c was at the top of the stairs. Gilded above the eyehole was rusted letters, a 3 and a upside down c. I noticed the door was slightly ajar so I pushed it open. I was greeted by a wave of rotting fruit and mold. Pulling my Glock out of my I looked around the apartemnt.
"Ray?" I called out to the empty room. It was empty. I noticed light was pouring in through a crack in the bathroom door. I pushed it open. Staring up at me from the bathroom floor, with blank dead eyes. Was Ray. A bullet hole where his heart was. I was a bit shocked. But then again the FBI was looking for him. Tommy tugged at my arm.
"I think we'd better leave kid." He said.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A/n: Note those pluses put together in a line, show a different POV from Michael's. Meaning someone else is telling the story.
From the passenger window of my Hermes, I saw the Vistas.
The Fed was right about this place. It WAS in disrepair. But all the while the crooked pig's oily voice still ringed in my ears.
"You get rid of Ray, and you're made my friend."
It was a good deal. A 5 figure pay for taking out a bent cop who probably couldn't even shoot a gun, it was easy money. I scoped the place out early in the over stale coffee in the air-conditioned comfort of my Hermes. It was pretty simple. The bathroom window was situated above the building's gas meter, which was also hidden behind a large bush and a palm tree. So I could slip in unnoticed. At around 9:00 I checked the magazine on my Kahr 9mm and screwed on its silencer. I pushed open the rusting door of my car, and pushed it shut as I jogged across the street. I didn't have to be wary of passing cars, since there were no passerby's at this hour. I made my way across the street and behind the bush.
I took my footing on a steam pipe attached to the meter and pushed myself up. I then took a good hold on the window sill and pulled myself up into the bathroom. I could hear the TV on in the next room. A rerun of just the five of us was on. Damn I missed it. I slipped behind the flamingo printed shower curtain just as the TV shut off. A recliner's cushion springs creaked. A man grunted. Ray walked into the room, he was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and an undershirt. He turned the faucet on and splashed some warm water on his face. Just as he was reaching for a towel on the towel rack, I swooped out from behind the curtain. I clamped my arm around his neck as we struggled a bit. After a moment, I placed the barrel of my 9 against his chest and pulled the trigger. He fell limp in my arms dead. It walked out the bathroom door, into the main room, and then out the front door down the steps. I jogged across the street, yet again not having to worry about cars.
I got in the faded interior of my black Hermes, pulling the rusting door shut behind me. I turned on the engine, idleing it a bit. Maybe my Ex was right, I should get a new car. But then again that bitch was crazy. I shifted into first gear and drove straight to prawn island.
I lived on Prawn island opposite the Shark's territory in a small 2-bedroom loft that over looked the global film's lot. When I had gotten in it was noon and rain had started to fall. I threw my keys on the kitchen counter ad mist the heaping piles of trash and my gun on the coffee table. I picked up the tv's remote and switched it on. Yuppie and the alien was on. I liked this show. It was more real than reality shows today. Just then the phone rang. I picked it up
"Hello?" I spoke into the reciever. "Meet me in the Greasy chopper at 8. Come alone and unarmed. Ask the bartender to see Maria." Said a voice on the other end. The phone then went click.
I smirked. More "Work" for me.