The Land of Vice
A/n: As some say all things must come to an end.soon. But not this story. Some of your reviews have asked me some questions here is one I keep getting,
Why are they called the White Yakuza when they're black.
Because I can call them that. Also Dowriter12 stop asking me whats going to happen before it happens. I won't tell you either way.
The Land of Vice Chapter 12: Sniper on the roof!
" So what are we gonna do with the Yardie?" I asked Lance as we walked outside. The sky was still gray outside.
" Simple." Said Lance popping the trunk to his Infernus. He pulled out a can of gasoline and a sling blade. " Ever see Reservoir dogs?"
BAM!
I jumped to my right as a bullet whizzed past my ear. Lance opened the passenger side door and ducked behind it s 2 more shots peppered the door. I took cover behind the driver's side door, figuring it was bullet proof.
" 'What the hell was that?" he yelled at me through his side of the car. I shrugged my shoulders.
" Probably a sniper." I yelled back. 5 more shots hit my door. I figured this guy was using a PSG-1. I poked my head from behind the door out far enough to see the black outline of a figure on the roof to my left. The figure aimed and took a shot at me as I pulled my head back in quickly, barely missed.
" Yeah it's a sniper alright." I responded casually.
BAM BAM
Two more shots echoed in the empty street. I watched as Lance drew both of his guns.
" What the hell are you doing?" I asked him. " I'm gonna distract him while you drive around the corner where the stairs to that roof are." He responded checking his gun's magazines. I shook my head.
" No way man." I said, resting my back against the door. " What if he gets me while I'm in the car?"
BAM
Another shot. Lance shook his head. " You'll be fine, it's bullet proof so it can take a few shots. Just enough shots for you to get around the corner." He replied, finished with reloading his weapons. I sighed and got into the driver's side closing the door.
BAM
Another shot rang out, hitting the windshield, it did not shatter luckily. I threw the car in gear and roared around the corner. At the front of the building where to staircases facing each other. They led to a balcony which hosted another staircase. I ran up the right stair case and then up the roof stairs. I drew my pistol and pressed my back against the wall. Peeking around the corner I spotted the sniper, lying on his stomach near the roof's ledge with his rifle take another shot at Lance.
BAM
For second there I thought Lance bit the bullet. But a moment later I heard a volley of 9mm shots echo from the streets. The Sniper ducked behind the ledge taking cover, which I took advantage of. Cocking my pistols I jumped out from behind the staircase housing and drew my gun on the sniper.
" FREEZE MOTHERFUCKER!" I screamed at him. The sniper taken by surprised threw his rifle down and stood up, his hands in the air. He was 5'8 with dirty blonde Hair, kinda looked like Matt Damon, but I don't like going into detail. He wore a black suit and tie like some reservoir dog. I knew this guy was a hit man. He snorted at me.
" What are you? Some kinda' cop?" he asked me as a matter of factly. I shook my head.
" No I'm death and you're on my list." I responded, my finger tensing on the Berretta's trigger. As soon as I had said "Death" the Sniper's eyes widened and he jumped back as I took a shoot at him, which missed. He sat up and started firing madly at me with what look like Colt Officer model's, which I guess were hidden up his sleeve's. I dodged his shots and took cover behind a air conditioning housing. I pressed my back up against the housing. A second later the Hit man jumped out form behind the wall on my left, which he was faster as he had his guns aimed at my head in no time.
" Well if it isn't my lucky day." He said cocking his .45's. " I whack Michael Vercetti instead of Lance Vance. Say good night Mike."
CLICK
Both of his guns jammed at the same time. I was pretty damn lucky. In no time I pistols whipped him and had him down on the ground, out cold. If Maria had hired this guy to pull a hit on me maybe I could get some answers out of him instead of that Yardie.
" AHHH! SONOVABITCH! WOULD YOU FUCKIN' STOP- ARGGGGGGGH!"
I winced every time the Hit man let out a scream of pain. Lance was in the next room "introducing" him to "baseball". Ruebens on the other hand was intent on showing me some type of contraption he had found on the hit man's wrists.
" Man these are fucking clever I tell you. Man, these things respond to your muscle movements." He said showing me the odd arm band as we sat at his kitchen table in the pay and spray. I lit up a smoke.
" Yeah so how do they work?" I asked snapping my Zippo shut. Paul continued on.
" Well when you do a wrist movement, it tenses a muscle. The trigger is very sensitive so when the muscle tenses up it releases the trigger." He took a sip of his beer. "Now the trigger re-leases a spring which pops out, the weapons themselves pop out from under the sleeves. Basically I think this guy is some kind of engineer to build something this complex."
" ARGGGGH MY FUCKIN' TOE! YOU CUT OFF MY DAMN TOE!"
" It will be the whole foot next time asshole."
I got up from the table and walked into the back room. It was a mess. On the side of the room where there were no cstacks of cardboard boxes occupying the wall, the Yardie lied on a piece of cardboard bruised, bleeding and broken. In the Middle off the room Stood Lance, his suit covered in blood as well as his switch blade in his left hand. In his right was a bloody toe. Sitting tied to a chair was the Hitman. His face was bruised and battered, blood poured from his nostrils and where his big toe on his left foot was. His white shirt was stained crimson with blood and his face had tons of cuts on it. Lying on a cardboard box in the corner, were his two guns, his jacket and his shoes and sock. I pulled a chair up and sat down. I fished a ciggarette from behind my ear and put it in his mouth, lighting it for him.
" So you ready to talk now?" I asked him taking a puff on my cig. His head drooped low
" Lucky strikes aren't my brand." He responded tiringly. I shook my head.
" Well if that's the case, were gonna have to leave you alone with Lance for a little while longer." At that Lance pulled out a small sledge hammer from behind his back, and seeing this the Hitman's eyes widened.
" No I'll talk! I'll talk!" I pleaded. I shook my head at Lance and he walked away into the kitchen.
" So what will we talk about?' I asked him. " Perhaps the weather, sports, politics, Maria's hideout maybe?"
The Hitman shook himself awake. " I know a place." he said. " on prawn island, where I've gotten my pay for each hit from her."
" Ah." I said taking another puff. " So where is it on prawn island?"
The Hitman's head drooped a bit. " The Shark's Estates across from global studios." He responded. " Thats the only place I know of."
TO BE CONTINUED
A/n: As some say all things must come to an end.soon. But not this story. Some of your reviews have asked me some questions here is one I keep getting,
Why are they called the White Yakuza when they're black.
Because I can call them that. Also Dowriter12 stop asking me whats going to happen before it happens. I won't tell you either way.
The Land of Vice Chapter 12: Sniper on the roof!
" So what are we gonna do with the Yardie?" I asked Lance as we walked outside. The sky was still gray outside.
" Simple." Said Lance popping the trunk to his Infernus. He pulled out a can of gasoline and a sling blade. " Ever see Reservoir dogs?"
BAM!
I jumped to my right as a bullet whizzed past my ear. Lance opened the passenger side door and ducked behind it s 2 more shots peppered the door. I took cover behind the driver's side door, figuring it was bullet proof.
" 'What the hell was that?" he yelled at me through his side of the car. I shrugged my shoulders.
" Probably a sniper." I yelled back. 5 more shots hit my door. I figured this guy was using a PSG-1. I poked my head from behind the door out far enough to see the black outline of a figure on the roof to my left. The figure aimed and took a shot at me as I pulled my head back in quickly, barely missed.
" Yeah it's a sniper alright." I responded casually.
BAM BAM
Two more shots echoed in the empty street. I watched as Lance drew both of his guns.
" What the hell are you doing?" I asked him. " I'm gonna distract him while you drive around the corner where the stairs to that roof are." He responded checking his gun's magazines. I shook my head.
" No way man." I said, resting my back against the door. " What if he gets me while I'm in the car?"
BAM
Another shot. Lance shook his head. " You'll be fine, it's bullet proof so it can take a few shots. Just enough shots for you to get around the corner." He replied, finished with reloading his weapons. I sighed and got into the driver's side closing the door.
BAM
Another shot rang out, hitting the windshield, it did not shatter luckily. I threw the car in gear and roared around the corner. At the front of the building where to staircases facing each other. They led to a balcony which hosted another staircase. I ran up the right stair case and then up the roof stairs. I drew my pistol and pressed my back against the wall. Peeking around the corner I spotted the sniper, lying on his stomach near the roof's ledge with his rifle take another shot at Lance.
BAM
For second there I thought Lance bit the bullet. But a moment later I heard a volley of 9mm shots echo from the streets. The Sniper ducked behind the ledge taking cover, which I took advantage of. Cocking my pistols I jumped out from behind the staircase housing and drew my gun on the sniper.
" FREEZE MOTHERFUCKER!" I screamed at him. The sniper taken by surprised threw his rifle down and stood up, his hands in the air. He was 5'8 with dirty blonde Hair, kinda looked like Matt Damon, but I don't like going into detail. He wore a black suit and tie like some reservoir dog. I knew this guy was a hit man. He snorted at me.
" What are you? Some kinda' cop?" he asked me as a matter of factly. I shook my head.
" No I'm death and you're on my list." I responded, my finger tensing on the Berretta's trigger. As soon as I had said "Death" the Sniper's eyes widened and he jumped back as I took a shoot at him, which missed. He sat up and started firing madly at me with what look like Colt Officer model's, which I guess were hidden up his sleeve's. I dodged his shots and took cover behind a air conditioning housing. I pressed my back up against the housing. A second later the Hit man jumped out form behind the wall on my left, which he was faster as he had his guns aimed at my head in no time.
" Well if it isn't my lucky day." He said cocking his .45's. " I whack Michael Vercetti instead of Lance Vance. Say good night Mike."
CLICK
Both of his guns jammed at the same time. I was pretty damn lucky. In no time I pistols whipped him and had him down on the ground, out cold. If Maria had hired this guy to pull a hit on me maybe I could get some answers out of him instead of that Yardie.
" AHHH! SONOVABITCH! WOULD YOU FUCKIN' STOP- ARGGGGGGGH!"
I winced every time the Hit man let out a scream of pain. Lance was in the next room "introducing" him to "baseball". Ruebens on the other hand was intent on showing me some type of contraption he had found on the hit man's wrists.
" Man these are fucking clever I tell you. Man, these things respond to your muscle movements." He said showing me the odd arm band as we sat at his kitchen table in the pay and spray. I lit up a smoke.
" Yeah so how do they work?" I asked snapping my Zippo shut. Paul continued on.
" Well when you do a wrist movement, it tenses a muscle. The trigger is very sensitive so when the muscle tenses up it releases the trigger." He took a sip of his beer. "Now the trigger re-leases a spring which pops out, the weapons themselves pop out from under the sleeves. Basically I think this guy is some kind of engineer to build something this complex."
" ARGGGGH MY FUCKIN' TOE! YOU CUT OFF MY DAMN TOE!"
" It will be the whole foot next time asshole."
I got up from the table and walked into the back room. It was a mess. On the side of the room where there were no cstacks of cardboard boxes occupying the wall, the Yardie lied on a piece of cardboard bruised, bleeding and broken. In the Middle off the room Stood Lance, his suit covered in blood as well as his switch blade in his left hand. In his right was a bloody toe. Sitting tied to a chair was the Hitman. His face was bruised and battered, blood poured from his nostrils and where his big toe on his left foot was. His white shirt was stained crimson with blood and his face had tons of cuts on it. Lying on a cardboard box in the corner, were his two guns, his jacket and his shoes and sock. I pulled a chair up and sat down. I fished a ciggarette from behind my ear and put it in his mouth, lighting it for him.
" So you ready to talk now?" I asked him taking a puff on my cig. His head drooped low
" Lucky strikes aren't my brand." He responded tiringly. I shook my head.
" Well if that's the case, were gonna have to leave you alone with Lance for a little while longer." At that Lance pulled out a small sledge hammer from behind his back, and seeing this the Hitman's eyes widened.
" No I'll talk! I'll talk!" I pleaded. I shook my head at Lance and he walked away into the kitchen.
" So what will we talk about?' I asked him. " Perhaps the weather, sports, politics, Maria's hideout maybe?"
The Hitman shook himself awake. " I know a place." he said. " on prawn island, where I've gotten my pay for each hit from her."
" Ah." I said taking another puff. " So where is it on prawn island?"
The Hitman's head drooped a bit. " The Shark's Estates across from global studios." He responded. " Thats the only place I know of."
TO BE CONTINUED