The Land of Vice
A/n: I don't own GTA rockstar does.
The Land of Vice Chapter 7: The snitch
The Kauffman Cab had brought us back to the Vercetti estate at dusk as a twilight sunset blazed off the mansion's mirrored windows. Tommy and I crawled up the long stone steps, tired and smelling of sour gun smoke. Lance was sitting at the mini-bar having a Beer with Mercedes when we got in. Tommy slumped down on a leather easy chair exhausted, I hopped up on a bar stool and got myself a Corona from the Bar. Lance looked puzzeled.
"What happened man?" Lance asked Tommy.
"Mike's crazy Ex showed up at the boat yards and shot it up." He said. " I think we might have lost this month's rent money. So we'll probably have to do some odd jobs here and there." He finished flipping the Tv on to a Rerun of Just the five of us. "Mike get me a beer." He asked me. I reached behind the bar and tossed him a Corona. He popped the otp off with his teeth.
"Shit." Said Mercedes surprised. " Let me guess." She said turning to me. " A bad case of PMS?"
I let out a weak chuckle. " Heh, probably. She wasn't like that when we were dating." I took a sip of my beer. " Whatever the case is, she probably wants my head on a stick." I turned to Tommy, vegging on the couch. " And has an eye on your empire."
Tommy bolted up from his slumped position. " What do you mean?" He asked perplexed.
" Don't get me wrong." I said. " Revenge is music to her ears. But if she can't take both me and you out she takes over the Vercetti crime ring."
" What about Lance?" Piped up Mercedes. "It was originally stated in Tommy's will if he died Lance would take over the Vercetti crime ring."
"I wouldn't be surprised if she used Lance to get to both of us." I said. " Hell she could use any one with connections to us. If she knew the right people."
"So what do we do?" Lance asked.
"Simple." Tommy finally said. "We take her out before she takes us out. I've seen it before with other street gangs. You cut off the head it's done for. In fact we could just take them all out with one swipe if we knew where they where."
"Indeed." I said. "But ponder this, so far Maria has attacked us where ever we had gone in the city. How does she know where to find us?"
" Yeah odd." Tommy said. "Maybe she has spies?"
"Nope" I said. "Why should she train spies to slither into your mansion when she could pay someone off for the same price?"
"Holy shit." Lance said, his eyes as big as dinner plates. "You mean.?"
"Yep someone in this crime ring is a snitch." I said tossing my empty bottle out. "I've seen it before. In Liberty City the Mafia had information leaking out to the Cartel, it seems that a bartender that worked in their strip club was a snitch. They hired me to steal a cab, take him to where he rats the Mafia out and then kill him after I find out if he is."
"So who's the snitch?" Mercedes asked.
" Smith." Tommy said. " Robert E. Smith, I should have known."
"Who's Robert E. Smith?" Lance asked.
" He was that bomb maker who screwed up the timer at the Tar Brush Café." Tommy responded. " Me and Lance had to go in to bail all our asses out by fixing the timer."
"Why would he leak info then?" I asked.
" Well when he screwed up that bomb I cut his pay by 3 times." Tommy retorted. " Basically because of that he couldn't pay the Mortage, his wife took the kids and left him. He lives in a small apartment above the bowling alley downtown and his life sucks."
"What else makes you think he's a rat?" Mercedes asked.
" Well K cabs has been telling me he goes the mall parking structure a lot." Tommy responded. "Basically that's a good reason, I mean who goes to a parking structure just for kicks?:
I nodded. "Good point. Now we flush him out."
" How?" Lance asked finishing his beer.
" The way the Mafia taught me." I said. " We wait till we see the white of his lies... or whatever it means to catch him in the act."
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I looked up at the neon glow of the Malibu's sickly pastel pink sign. I sighed. I had no wish to go into this 80's retro style deathtrap, but time was money and to me the Vercetti's had a big price on their heads. I had taken some steel wire from the trunk of my car and placed it in my trench coat's pocket. I checked the Magazine on my Kahr again and took a deep breath. I then stepped over the threshold into the pastel colored hell.
I'd been in some bad places before but this was bad. The whole place like I had mentioned before was themed 1980's retro with pastel colored pink and blue lights. Village people struted their stuff on a stage placed above a pit where angsty teens and mid-life train wrecks danced to old 80's tracks. I hated it. At the bar, which stocked pussy toned down alcohol sat a man also in his mid life crisis. I reconised him from the photos. His ilfe called him Kent Paul. He was known for being a washed up ladie's man and spent a majority of his time at this club still living in the 80's. he sat facing away from the bar. I sat down at a table for one biding my time for the best chance to strike. Kent then got up, stretched and walked to the restrooms. I followed suit and found him relieving himself in a urinal. He got done and started washing his hands when I struck.
I took the steel wire from my pocket and wrapped it around his neck tightly. I then dragged him to an empty toilet stall and thread the cable up over a light fixture. I held the end of the cbale in one hand, careful not to break his neck and with my other hand I drew my pistol and shoved it in his face.
"Tell me where the Vercetti's are." I demanded.
Paul struggled to speak over his strangling. " I.I.don't know." He managed to sputter out."
"Alright then" I said cocking my pistol. Kent panicked and then spat out:
"K-Ken Rosenberg."
"Rosenberg?" I responded. " Ok you may die now."
I pulled the steel cable down and tied it to a pipe protruding from the wall to the toilet. A sickening crack echoed off the walls as Paul's neck broke.
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I stoop low behind the low brick wall surrounding the perimeter of a Casa on Starfish island. From here I could see the Taxi pull up to the manors gate. A few seconds after I had dissappeared behind the wall a taxi had rolled off the bridge leading from the West island. As soon as it came up to the corner I stood on I jumped out in front of it my glock drawn. The VC cab screeched quickly to a halt, the bumper just a few inches from my head. I quickly got up and trained my handgun on the driver.
"Get out." I said pulling him from the driver's seat. The Cabbie panicked and ran away back to the west island. I got in the taxi and gunned it down the road. I rolled to a stop infront of the gates as Smith got in. he was wearing a cheap lime green jacket and his hair was combed over. I shook my head in disgust.
"Uh.where to?" I asked.
"Hey you're not the usual driver." Smith said surprised. "Where's Barry?"
"Uh he got sick." I mumbled. Smith just shrugged his shoulders. "Take me to the SUMO shipping depot on Randell road in Little Haiti."
I nodded and did a u-turn back to the west island.
(A/n: The place where Smith asked to go in the game is this place on a corner in little Haiti. There's a jump that leads to the Little Haiti Sparrow checkpoint mission around there. There are a bunch of shipping crates around back there between the ramp and the building the chopped sits on.)
We had reached what appeared to be under construction building. Smith told me to park on the side of the building and wait until he got back. I nodded as he disappeared behind some shipping crates. I took out my Glock and cocked it, Tommy soon had got in the back seat, wielding a Mossberg M500. He and Lance followed us in a White Infernus.
"Is he in there?" Tommy asked racking a shell into his shotgun.
"Probably." I said checking the magazine on my Glock. "There's probably a tradesmen door hidden behind those containers. Either that or it's a rendevous point behind there.oh here he comes."
Smith had reappeared holding a fat envelope. Tommy crouched down low in the seat not to be spotted. I got my gun ready. Smith got in the car slamming the door. Tommy shoved his shotgun in his face. Smith jumped in surprised.
"Uh.hey Tommy." He said awkwardly looking around the cab.
"Save it Smith." Tommy said clicking the safety off his gun. "What are you doing coming way out here."
"Oh uh I was just uh.picking my unemployment check up." He said holding up the fat envelope. Tommy yanked it from his grasp pulling his shotgun away from Smith's face. At that moment Smith drew a S&W Revolver on Tommy. Tommy looked uncaring as I shoved my Glcok in his face. Smith sighed dropping his revolver back on the floor. Tommy shook his head a bit amused, I tore open the envelope pulling out 50 grand.
"Well, Smith lemme guess what's this for?" Tommy asked putting the money in his shirt pocket. "Selling some of my secrets?"
"Hey Tommy get this." Smith responded. "You dropped my pay like a rock when I screwed up one little switch. So I lost my family and my life sucks."
"Too bad." I said clicking my gun's safety off. "There is no room in the Vercetti crew for failure."
"Well guess what kid." Smith said tightening his tie "Maria says bye."
My eyes widened just at that moment when an SUV's tires came screeching down the road. A black Landstalked stopped on our right side, Maria at the wheel. She looked at me. I looked at her.
"Hubba hubba hubba." She said.
I jumped out of the car as two yardies fired at with Uzi's us from the Landstalker. Tommy used Smith as a shield from the shower of bullets killing Smith. I ran around to the back of the landstalker drawing my Berretta. I fired akimbo, emptying the magazines into the rear windshield of the vehicle. Maria ducked down as all I managed to hit was a yardie in the back of the head. She threw the Suv into reverse. I fell backwards under the Suv. I reinserted a fresh clip into my Glock. And fired up into under carriage. My shots dispatched the last tow yardies in the car, the one in the front and the one in the back. I rolled out from under the SUV. I pulled myself up looking down the Barrel of Maria's Kahr 9mm. She grinned at me from the passenger's as she pulled the trigger. I waited for it.
Click
I smiled as Maria tried to un-jam her gun. I smiled and raised mine. Just then I heard the loud screeching of a Pcj-600. I looked down the road as the bike roared towards me. I jumped out of the way just in time. Maria started the engine of Her suv and sped off. I dusted myself off. Tommy walked up to me as the Car turned the corner out of sight. He took a ciggarete from my pocket and lit it.
"What a nut." He said.
"Yeah." I said reloading my Berretta. "And to think I dated her."
We walked off down the street to Lance's car leaving Smith lying dead in the street.
A/n: I don't own GTA rockstar does.
The Land of Vice Chapter 7: The snitch
The Kauffman Cab had brought us back to the Vercetti estate at dusk as a twilight sunset blazed off the mansion's mirrored windows. Tommy and I crawled up the long stone steps, tired and smelling of sour gun smoke. Lance was sitting at the mini-bar having a Beer with Mercedes when we got in. Tommy slumped down on a leather easy chair exhausted, I hopped up on a bar stool and got myself a Corona from the Bar. Lance looked puzzeled.
"What happened man?" Lance asked Tommy.
"Mike's crazy Ex showed up at the boat yards and shot it up." He said. " I think we might have lost this month's rent money. So we'll probably have to do some odd jobs here and there." He finished flipping the Tv on to a Rerun of Just the five of us. "Mike get me a beer." He asked me. I reached behind the bar and tossed him a Corona. He popped the otp off with his teeth.
"Shit." Said Mercedes surprised. " Let me guess." She said turning to me. " A bad case of PMS?"
I let out a weak chuckle. " Heh, probably. She wasn't like that when we were dating." I took a sip of my beer. " Whatever the case is, she probably wants my head on a stick." I turned to Tommy, vegging on the couch. " And has an eye on your empire."
Tommy bolted up from his slumped position. " What do you mean?" He asked perplexed.
" Don't get me wrong." I said. " Revenge is music to her ears. But if she can't take both me and you out she takes over the Vercetti crime ring."
" What about Lance?" Piped up Mercedes. "It was originally stated in Tommy's will if he died Lance would take over the Vercetti crime ring."
"I wouldn't be surprised if she used Lance to get to both of us." I said. " Hell she could use any one with connections to us. If she knew the right people."
"So what do we do?" Lance asked.
"Simple." Tommy finally said. "We take her out before she takes us out. I've seen it before with other street gangs. You cut off the head it's done for. In fact we could just take them all out with one swipe if we knew where they where."
"Indeed." I said. "But ponder this, so far Maria has attacked us where ever we had gone in the city. How does she know where to find us?"
" Yeah odd." Tommy said. "Maybe she has spies?"
"Nope" I said. "Why should she train spies to slither into your mansion when she could pay someone off for the same price?"
"Holy shit." Lance said, his eyes as big as dinner plates. "You mean.?"
"Yep someone in this crime ring is a snitch." I said tossing my empty bottle out. "I've seen it before. In Liberty City the Mafia had information leaking out to the Cartel, it seems that a bartender that worked in their strip club was a snitch. They hired me to steal a cab, take him to where he rats the Mafia out and then kill him after I find out if he is."
"So who's the snitch?" Mercedes asked.
" Smith." Tommy said. " Robert E. Smith, I should have known."
"Who's Robert E. Smith?" Lance asked.
" He was that bomb maker who screwed up the timer at the Tar Brush Café." Tommy responded. " Me and Lance had to go in to bail all our asses out by fixing the timer."
"Why would he leak info then?" I asked.
" Well when he screwed up that bomb I cut his pay by 3 times." Tommy retorted. " Basically because of that he couldn't pay the Mortage, his wife took the kids and left him. He lives in a small apartment above the bowling alley downtown and his life sucks."
"What else makes you think he's a rat?" Mercedes asked.
" Well K cabs has been telling me he goes the mall parking structure a lot." Tommy responded. "Basically that's a good reason, I mean who goes to a parking structure just for kicks?:
I nodded. "Good point. Now we flush him out."
" How?" Lance asked finishing his beer.
" The way the Mafia taught me." I said. " We wait till we see the white of his lies... or whatever it means to catch him in the act."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I looked up at the neon glow of the Malibu's sickly pastel pink sign. I sighed. I had no wish to go into this 80's retro style deathtrap, but time was money and to me the Vercetti's had a big price on their heads. I had taken some steel wire from the trunk of my car and placed it in my trench coat's pocket. I checked the Magazine on my Kahr again and took a deep breath. I then stepped over the threshold into the pastel colored hell.
I'd been in some bad places before but this was bad. The whole place like I had mentioned before was themed 1980's retro with pastel colored pink and blue lights. Village people struted their stuff on a stage placed above a pit where angsty teens and mid-life train wrecks danced to old 80's tracks. I hated it. At the bar, which stocked pussy toned down alcohol sat a man also in his mid life crisis. I reconised him from the photos. His ilfe called him Kent Paul. He was known for being a washed up ladie's man and spent a majority of his time at this club still living in the 80's. he sat facing away from the bar. I sat down at a table for one biding my time for the best chance to strike. Kent then got up, stretched and walked to the restrooms. I followed suit and found him relieving himself in a urinal. He got done and started washing his hands when I struck.
I took the steel wire from my pocket and wrapped it around his neck tightly. I then dragged him to an empty toilet stall and thread the cable up over a light fixture. I held the end of the cbale in one hand, careful not to break his neck and with my other hand I drew my pistol and shoved it in his face.
"Tell me where the Vercetti's are." I demanded.
Paul struggled to speak over his strangling. " I.I.don't know." He managed to sputter out."
"Alright then" I said cocking my pistol. Kent panicked and then spat out:
"K-Ken Rosenberg."
"Rosenberg?" I responded. " Ok you may die now."
I pulled the steel cable down and tied it to a pipe protruding from the wall to the toilet. A sickening crack echoed off the walls as Paul's neck broke.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I stoop low behind the low brick wall surrounding the perimeter of a Casa on Starfish island. From here I could see the Taxi pull up to the manors gate. A few seconds after I had dissappeared behind the wall a taxi had rolled off the bridge leading from the West island. As soon as it came up to the corner I stood on I jumped out in front of it my glock drawn. The VC cab screeched quickly to a halt, the bumper just a few inches from my head. I quickly got up and trained my handgun on the driver.
"Get out." I said pulling him from the driver's seat. The Cabbie panicked and ran away back to the west island. I got in the taxi and gunned it down the road. I rolled to a stop infront of the gates as Smith got in. he was wearing a cheap lime green jacket and his hair was combed over. I shook my head in disgust.
"Uh.where to?" I asked.
"Hey you're not the usual driver." Smith said surprised. "Where's Barry?"
"Uh he got sick." I mumbled. Smith just shrugged his shoulders. "Take me to the SUMO shipping depot on Randell road in Little Haiti."
I nodded and did a u-turn back to the west island.
(A/n: The place where Smith asked to go in the game is this place on a corner in little Haiti. There's a jump that leads to the Little Haiti Sparrow checkpoint mission around there. There are a bunch of shipping crates around back there between the ramp and the building the chopped sits on.)
We had reached what appeared to be under construction building. Smith told me to park on the side of the building and wait until he got back. I nodded as he disappeared behind some shipping crates. I took out my Glock and cocked it, Tommy soon had got in the back seat, wielding a Mossberg M500. He and Lance followed us in a White Infernus.
"Is he in there?" Tommy asked racking a shell into his shotgun.
"Probably." I said checking the magazine on my Glock. "There's probably a tradesmen door hidden behind those containers. Either that or it's a rendevous point behind there.oh here he comes."
Smith had reappeared holding a fat envelope. Tommy crouched down low in the seat not to be spotted. I got my gun ready. Smith got in the car slamming the door. Tommy shoved his shotgun in his face. Smith jumped in surprised.
"Uh.hey Tommy." He said awkwardly looking around the cab.
"Save it Smith." Tommy said clicking the safety off his gun. "What are you doing coming way out here."
"Oh uh I was just uh.picking my unemployment check up." He said holding up the fat envelope. Tommy yanked it from his grasp pulling his shotgun away from Smith's face. At that moment Smith drew a S&W Revolver on Tommy. Tommy looked uncaring as I shoved my Glcok in his face. Smith sighed dropping his revolver back on the floor. Tommy shook his head a bit amused, I tore open the envelope pulling out 50 grand.
"Well, Smith lemme guess what's this for?" Tommy asked putting the money in his shirt pocket. "Selling some of my secrets?"
"Hey Tommy get this." Smith responded. "You dropped my pay like a rock when I screwed up one little switch. So I lost my family and my life sucks."
"Too bad." I said clicking my gun's safety off. "There is no room in the Vercetti crew for failure."
"Well guess what kid." Smith said tightening his tie "Maria says bye."
My eyes widened just at that moment when an SUV's tires came screeching down the road. A black Landstalked stopped on our right side, Maria at the wheel. She looked at me. I looked at her.
"Hubba hubba hubba." She said.
I jumped out of the car as two yardies fired at with Uzi's us from the Landstalker. Tommy used Smith as a shield from the shower of bullets killing Smith. I ran around to the back of the landstalker drawing my Berretta. I fired akimbo, emptying the magazines into the rear windshield of the vehicle. Maria ducked down as all I managed to hit was a yardie in the back of the head. She threw the Suv into reverse. I fell backwards under the Suv. I reinserted a fresh clip into my Glock. And fired up into under carriage. My shots dispatched the last tow yardies in the car, the one in the front and the one in the back. I rolled out from under the SUV. I pulled myself up looking down the Barrel of Maria's Kahr 9mm. She grinned at me from the passenger's as she pulled the trigger. I waited for it.
Click
I smiled as Maria tried to un-jam her gun. I smiled and raised mine. Just then I heard the loud screeching of a Pcj-600. I looked down the road as the bike roared towards me. I jumped out of the way just in time. Maria started the engine of Her suv and sped off. I dusted myself off. Tommy walked up to me as the Car turned the corner out of sight. He took a ciggarete from my pocket and lit it.
"What a nut." He said.
"Yeah." I said reloading my Berretta. "And to think I dated her."
We walked off down the street to Lance's car leaving Smith lying dead in the street.