Meanwhile at Vercetti Mansion:
"La la steppin' out, into the light, I dunno the rest, ah da da dun."Sang Jacob from the second floor of the mansion. Jacob is a new employee at the mansion.
"Jacob! Do you like Mr. Vercetti's mansion?" Asked Sam, one of Tommy's veteran guards.
"Uma...it's big." Jacob said.
"Damn straight Mr. V loves big shit! He has big ass cars, big ass bitches, and big ass vaults!" Sam said looking at the television screen in the coffee home.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen I'm Terry Kalvalcowitch along side Harry Kanvo. Today mafia lord Tommy Vercetti has exploded a firefight in the airport. He, The Forreli, and the Haitians are involved in this incident." A news reporter said.
"Jesus Christ!" Said Sam.
"Yea, he has horrible grammar!" Replied Jacob.
"Besides that, Tommy is Mr. V!" Yelled Sam. Sam ran over to the gun cabinet and threw a AK-47 to Jacob and picked up an M—60. Sam then ran over to a large intercom and said, "Attention! The boss is under heavy attack at the Airport! Get your lazy asses up and save him!"
"Oh my God we need to step it up and get the hell over there!" Said Jacob. All of a sudden dozens of men came in grabbed guns and left. All you could hear for a good five minutes was the sound of tires screeching against the black asphalt
Sam grabbed Jacob and ran over to a yellow Cheetah, "Get your ass in now!" Sam turned the car on and made a sharp U-turn and sped towards the airport.
"I don't get it why would they wanna mess with a guy like him? He's a crazy motherfucker." Jacob said.
"They all have a grudge against Tommy! He blew up the Haitian drug factory and blew the Forelli leader's head off." Sam said. They approached the airport.
"La la steppin' out, into the light, I dunno the rest, ah da da dun."Sang Jacob from the second floor of the mansion. Jacob is a new employee at the mansion.
"Jacob! Do you like Mr. Vercetti's mansion?" Asked Sam, one of Tommy's veteran guards.
"Uma...it's big." Jacob said.
"Damn straight Mr. V loves big shit! He has big ass cars, big ass bitches, and big ass vaults!" Sam said looking at the television screen in the coffee home.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen I'm Terry Kalvalcowitch along side Harry Kanvo. Today mafia lord Tommy Vercetti has exploded a firefight in the airport. He, The Forreli, and the Haitians are involved in this incident." A news reporter said.
"Jesus Christ!" Said Sam.
"Yea, he has horrible grammar!" Replied Jacob.
"Besides that, Tommy is Mr. V!" Yelled Sam. Sam ran over to the gun cabinet and threw a AK-47 to Jacob and picked up an M—60. Sam then ran over to a large intercom and said, "Attention! The boss is under heavy attack at the Airport! Get your lazy asses up and save him!"
"Oh my God we need to step it up and get the hell over there!" Said Jacob. All of a sudden dozens of men came in grabbed guns and left. All you could hear for a good five minutes was the sound of tires screeching against the black asphalt
Sam grabbed Jacob and ran over to a yellow Cheetah, "Get your ass in now!" Sam turned the car on and made a sharp U-turn and sped towards the airport.
"I don't get it why would they wanna mess with a guy like him? He's a crazy motherfucker." Jacob said.
"They all have a grudge against Tommy! He blew up the Haitian drug factory and blew the Forelli leader's head off." Sam said. They approached the airport.